Saving Caitlin 2

Part II

The examination

“I want you to make sure she isn’t pregnant. I don’t want her to have to live with that. He was such a bastard to her.”

“I’ve already had her give my nurse a urine sample and we should know the results in just a few minutes. I’m going in now to give her a complete exam.”

“I’m going with you.”

“Now, Jon, why don’t you just relax here in the waiting room? She’ll probably be more comfortable with you out here.”

“No, I’m going in. I think she’ll be more secure with me. You don’t know everything that bastard did to her. She’s beginning to trust me. She’ll be more at ease with me than with your nurse.”

Jon followed Doc Kerry into the examination room. He met the elderly doctor more than ten years ago and knew he could bring an injured slave here without anyone calling the police. Although he was not responsible for the cuts and bruises on Cate, there would be too many questions from another doctor that would be hard to explain. Jon walked to the table where Cate lay quietly. She smiled shyly and held her hand out to him. It was Monday morning and she had come a long way in just a few days.

The examination that followed was very complete and, at times, a bit painful. The doctor asked about the bruises and cuts.

“I’m going to give you penicillin and some ointment for these cuts,” he said as he examined the cut under Caitlin’s breast and the one on her leg.

“I got some over-the-counter antibiotic cream Saturday and put it on her several times.”

“That’s good, but this will be prescription strength. It’ll be stronger and help her heal faster. Put it on three or four times a day. It’ll promote healing, not only here,” he added as he lifted the breast again, looking at Jon, “but also for all the little cuts and nicks. The penicillin will ward off infection while she’s healing. How did this happen?” He looked at Caitlin while indicating the cut under her breast.

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t know?”

“Sometimes he pressed on her windpipe until she passed out,” Jon hissed.

“Good grief.”

After shaking his head, the doctor continued to poke and prod. He was concerned about the bruise on her ribs and examined it thoroughly until he was satisfied nothing was broken. He inserted a speculum, took a swab from her vagina, and a scrape from her womb. The tissue scrape was painful and brought tears to Caitlin’s eyes as she squeezed Jon’s hand. The doctor promised to send Jon the results of all tests.

“Do you want her pierced while you’re here?” the doctor said as he lightly touched her clitoris hood.

Caitlin’s eyes went wide, but Jon smiled and rubbed his thumb over the inside of her wrist.

“No. I don’t think we’re ready for that.”

“If you change your mind, bring her back. I’ll be glad to do it.” He ran his hand down her thigh. “You got a nice little bitch girl here, Jon,” speaking to Jon as if she were a puppy.

Jon squeezed her hand and said, “I know.”

The doctor told her to dress and motioned for Jon to follow him. He closed the door to his office and asked Jon to sit down.

“She’s not pregnant, Jon. I’m not sure she’ll ever be able to get pregnant. There’s some scar tissue around her uterus, but it’s okay to have sex if you’re not too rough. It would probably be better to wait a couple more days to give the antibiotic time to start working. She’s healing nicely, but give her another week or so to heal inside completely before you, er, stick anything inside her besides your penis.”

“You mean a vibrator?”

“I was thinking of something bigger.”

“What? You mean a baseball bat or something?”

“Well, that too. But I was thinking more of a fist.”

“Oh.” Jon wasn’t into fisting so that wouldn’t be a problem. He looked down at his hands. He had large hands. Lots of people were amazed that he could keyboard so fast with such large hands. He made one into a fist and it looked huge compared to her little opening. “I’m not into fisting. I can’t imagine not tearing her apart if I tried so fisting will not be a problem.”

“Well, just in case, I thought I’d caution you. Some of the damage is older than a few weeks. Oh, quite a bit of the bruising is new in the vaginal area, but my guess is the stepfather did more than rape her. He may have used something like a bottle on her or he was just very, very rough. If she was a virgin, well, it could have been bad.

“She has a rather small pelvic area, and if her stepfather was an exceptionally large man and didn’t give her time to adjust, he could have hurt her. She may have gotten an infection, but something has caused some damage. It’s cleared up, leaving only some scar tissue now, so nothing needs to be removed at least for now. I’m almost certain there’s no STD either, but that will be confirmed by the end of the week with the blood test. She was quite scared of the needle and didn’t like me taking blood.”

“I know. I thought she would squeeze my fingers off.”

The doctor chuckled. “She’ll be quite pretty when the bruises heal. Several are just faint shadows already. I’ll let you know as soon as I have the test results. The prescription for birth control will last for a year, then she’ll need an annual check-up before getting a new supply. It’ll take about a month for the pills to become effective. I’ll give you some samples to get you started. While I don’t think it’s possible right now for her to become pregnant, she wouldn’t be the first to surprise a doctor and do exactly what he didn’t think she could do. Oh, and it would be nice to get a little more weight on her.”

“I’m working on it. Thanks, Doc.”

“If you take her ass, wait at least a month and lube her well. There’s damage there, too…more recently…some tearing, but nothing that won’t heal in time. Probably your friend Carl didn’t take time to prepare her.”

Jon collected the sample of birth control, a pack of antibiotic tablets, and a tube of antibiotic cream. He also left with $285.00 less in his bank account.

Caitlin was subdued when they left the doctor’s office. Jon tried to reassure her that the checkup went well, soon her stepfather and Carl would be nothing but a bad memory, and he was very pleased with her behavior.


Five hours later, they were standing in another log cabin in the woods outside of another small town. This cabin was bigger, almost lodge size, and belonged to Jon’s friend. He had been there several times before, but never with a sub. He pulled her to him in a hug, closed his eyes, and kissed the top of her head. She didn’t have time to flinch.

“Catie, are you alright? You haven’t said twenty words since your examination. The doctor said you were okay. Everything is healing.”

She looked up at him and gave him a weak smile. “I’m okay, sir, maybe just a little tired.”

Jon looked her over, then ran his hands up and down her arms.

“Okay. Let’s have a light supper and go to bed early tonight. We were on the road a long time. There’s probably some soup in the kitchen cabinet. Why don’t you heat it up while I get our luggage out of the car?”

An hour later, he had her strip and get in to bed before he turned out the lights. Sliding in behind her, he pulled her into the crook of his body. They fit well together, he mused. This was the first night he had held her while going to sleep, but she was accepting his touch now with only the slightest tensing before calming.


When Caitlin woke, she was alone in bed. Except when he went to the store the first day, Jon had been no more than a few feet from her for three days. It seemed strange to be alone, then she smelled the coffee. Jon was making breakfast.

She got out of bed, made a trip to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and slipped on the sundress. She wasn’t sure what he wanted her to wear, but he had her wear the other sundress almost all day yesterday, so she hoped she’d be safe in putting the other new one on. The material was soft and clingy.

When she came out of the bathroom, Jon was leaning against the bedroom doorjamb. He had taken her by surprise and her eyes widened, fear passing through them, before she quickly controlled herself and dropped to her knees in a graceful kneel.

“Good morning, sir. I didn’t hear you. I’m sorry. If this isn’t what you want me to wear, I’ll change.”

Jon walked over to her, held his hand down for her to take, and pulled her to her feet.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Catie, and this dress is fine. It looks very nice on you, even though it’s a bit too big. We still need to put some weight on you. I wonder how much weight you lost while you were with Carl.”

“If the scales at the doctor’s and the one at mom’s are the same, I’ve lost about ten pounds.”

“Jesus! Ten pounds in less than two weeks! Ten pounds you didn’t have to lose. Have you always been thin, Catie?”

“I think I lost some weight while I worked at the diner, but Mom hated that I could eat almost anything when she had to work so hard not to gain. My dad, my real dad, was thin. I guess I inherited his genes. My brother is thin, too.”

“Come on. I’ve started breakfast, then I want to work on the contract. It’s a bit overcast and misty out so we’ll stay inside until it clears up. I need to work on that program for ABC Contractors, too. There are books downstairs if you want to read something while I work.”

For three days, they went over rules, positions, responses, and responsibilities. For three days, when he wasn’t training her to be an obedient slave, they did what any other couple might do at a secluded cabin in the woods by an inviting lake…everything, that is, but have sex.

Jon allowed Cate to wear jeans while they explored the woods, but made her strip when they went swimming in the lake. He found out she was a fish in the water. They enjoyed the sunsets and late summer breezes. They cooked hamburgers on the grill and sunbathed on the dock. He took her out in the boat.

He taught her the ‘Submit’ position. In this position, she was curled on her knees with her head touching the floor between her arms which were extended straight out in front with her, palms up. From the back, her cunt was so open and ready for him that he had a hard time remembering his promise to himself not to take her until the contract was signed.

She slowly accepted his touch, but still flinched if she didn’t see it coming. He had caressed her breasts and even cautiously suckled them the last two days. Her fear was still palpable, but nowhere to the degree of the first couple of days. This morning, he had her arms restrained while naked on the bed, and he shaved her pussy. He had not yet touched that area in a sexual way.

While he shaved her, he kept the conversation light, even teasing her about the pretty pink blush that blossomed on her entire body when he pulled her pussy lips out. He cautioned her to be as still as possible because he didn’t want to cut her. When he was finished, leaving only a small strip of curls about an inch above her hood, he could see the relief in her eyes.

He praised her, told her how beautiful she was, and how much he would enjoy seeing her bare. In one week, her color was much improved and she had actually gained a pound or two. In time, he felt she would regain the weight she had lost. She had complained that he made her eat every time she turned around.

At the moment, he was reviewing one-word commands and the responses he expected. It was raining; it was the first day that wasn’t absolutely gorgeous since the first morning after he had brought her here. That morning, the mist had cleared by noon, but this rain threatened to last all day.

All but the worst bruises were fading. The cuts had healed; even the cuts on her leg and under her breast were now a fine line. By the time he bound her breasts, if he ever did, it would be nothing but a scar and a memory. The rawness on her wrists was still a bit pink, but so much better that he could use the cuffs without padding under them. He would finish the contract today and she would sign it. Tonight he would have her.

They had finished lunch. She was kneeling with her bottom on her heels and her hands, palms up, were on her thighs. Since he would probably have her in the kneeling position for a while, he let her put her hands on her thighs rather than behind her back. It would be the ‘Relaxed Kneel’ position, he said. Her head was lowered, as were her pretty eyes.

She had been in this position for about twenty minutes. Jon was working at his laptop, and asking her questions or telling her rules…again. Some of them were the same rules he had told her the first day as they drove away from Carl’s; most of them were rules they had talked about these last seven days, but others were new.

“Catie, our relationship will be 24/7. Do you understand what that means?”

“It means all the time.”

“That’s right. All the time. You’ll be mine all the time, my slave, my submissive for one year. We won’t be in a scene all the time, but you’ll always treat me with respect. Unless we are in a particular scene, our relationship will be as normal as any vanilla couple. Do you know what vanilla means in the D/s world?”

He could tell by her slight body movement that she wasn’t sure so he answered for her.

“In the D/s world, an individual or couple who doesn’t practice our lifestyle or believes it’s wrong for one person to dominate another is often called ‘vanilla’. Most of the time to the outside world, our relationship will be no different from theirs…like this week when we were boating, swimming, or hiking. And, Caitlin, this is important; if we entertain or we’re at the mall or a movie or wherever, with only few deviations, we will be just like them. That’s why, when we’re in public, you will call me Jon instead of sir or master. But under no circumstances will you be allowed to show me any disrespect. Is that understood?”

“Yes, master.”

“Good. Now back to the 24/7 relationship. As I said, to the casual observer, our life will be no different from theirs, but in our house, if at any time I say the word ‘Silence’ that will signify the beginning of some scene, situation, and/or action.

“Your response to that word will be to immediately remove any clothing, if you are wearing any, except for your collar, fold them neatly and lay them on the nearest table or chair, and without hesitation, stand in front of me in your ‘Attend’ position. From the moment I say ‘Silence’, silence is what I expect. You will say nothing; you will have no response except to obey anything I tell you to do. Is that clear?”

“Yes, master.”

“When I say no response that means to anything I do to you. You will not move, speak…even moan, unless or until I give you permission.” He typed for a few minutes while watching her out of the corner of his eye. He could see she was nervous, but trying valiantly to remain calm in the position he had her in.

“Caitlin, we will never have a scene, situation, and/or an action which involves water sports or scat. You remember we talked about that earlier. That’s not my thing. We will never involve ourselves with that aspect of BDSM.

“If we are home or even in public, if we are in the same room, you will ask to be excused if you wish to leave the room. You will tell me why you are asking. I may or may not allow you to leave, but for your benefit right now, I cannot foresee a time I will not allow you to perform basic bodily functions. If we are in public, you will indicate in a non-intrusive method, such as whispering in my ear that you request to be excused to use the restroom.

“Another given is that I will never break any of your bones or mark you in any way that will leave permanent scars or marks. Even though these, water sports, scat, and no broken bones are a given, they will be included in the contract to ease your mind.

“Now that you have healed sufficiently, I will take you shopping. You have almost no clothes, and while I’ll have you naked quite often, you will need clothes when we go out and at other times. I’ll have the final say in anything we buy, but you will have considerable leeway to wear what you want when I am not at home. While I like dresses for the obvious reason, I also like snug fitting jeans. I think they’re sexy.

“Most of the time, you will wear no underwear and little make-up. You’re young, you have very nice skin, and now that the bruises and cuts are healing, your pretty face needs little enhancement; maybe just a little until the bruise on your cheek fades completely. I will advise you how to wear your hair when we are together, but, as with clothes, you can wear it in any way you want when I’m at work unless I’ve specifically told you to wear in some manner. At no time will you cut or alter the length without my permission.”

He told her that it would be his responsibility to see to her well-being and happiness. He said he would print off a draft copy of the contract, which he felt was probably as near complete as possible. He wanted her to read it and mark anything she had questions about.

“As Master, it will ultimately be my decision about what is or isn’t included in this contract, but I will consider your thoughts. Is there anything you want to discuss? Any limitations you wish me to consider?”

She was silent for a minute, then timidly spoke. “I don’t want to be blindfolded.”

She was still in the kneeling position so she was unable to see the grin spread across his face. Then his face turned grim as he realized she was remembering the full-face hood and that Carl had forced her to wear it for more than sixteen hours. He put a blank expression on his face and spoke.

“Caitlin, come here.”

She rose gracefully and stood in front of him. He took her hand and pulled her gently into his lap.

“A blindfold can be a very sensuous tool, Cate. It doesn’t have to be an implement of torture. No master would ever consider not using one, if only occasionally. It will give me great pleasure to see you blindfolded and it will enhance your response to me if you’re deprived of other distractions.

“I will, however, refrain from using a blindfold for one month, but that month will start retroactively from the day I first saw you. At the end of the month, we will discuss the use of a blindfold again.

“Now why don’t you go clean up from lunch and I’ll finish with these last few additions to the contract. Then I want you to find a quiet place and read through it. Once it is finalized, both of us will sign two copies, one for you and one for me. I will expect you to read your copy at least once a day until you are totally familiar with every aspect of it. The year you’ve agreed to will start from the day I got you out of Carl’s, so the contract will start retroactively. You agreed to a year so I won’t make you stay a year and a week. Now, go and clean up the kitchen.”

When she came back into the den, he said, “When I first mentioned a contract, I was only going to include the basics and make it one page or so. It would say you agreed to stay with me one year and do whatever I wanted. Since then, I decided to be a more specific. I checked the Internet, looked up some samples, and went through my files. This contract is a composite of several others and includes everything I think should be in a comprehensive contract. It includes everything we’ve talked about this week. It’s much longer than I first expected it to be.

“I want you to find a quiet place, in the bedroom, living room, or on the porch, I don’t care where, but a quiet place with no distractions so you can read it. Read it twice. Mark anything you have a question about or don’t understand. We’ll discuss it. I would like to have a signed contract by this evening.”

He handed her four sheets of paper and she went into the living room. Curling up in one of the chairs, she pulled an afghan throw around her and started to read while Jon walked out to the porch.

unconditionally … belongs … sexual object … suspended in the closet … all that she does … right to privilege … left in a cage … cry, scream, beg … may take other action to silence slave

An hour later, Jon walked back into the house to find tears running down her cheeks. He took one look, scooped her up, turned and sat down in the same chair. He tightened his arms around her. The sheets of paper floated to the floor.

“Caitlin, we’ve talked about everything in this contract several times for a week now.”

“I didn’t know it would be…be…” She started to sob. “So…”

“Are you trying to say complete, Catie, or all encompassing?”

“I guess.”

“And that bothers you?”

“You’ll have total control of my life.”

“Yes, I will. I’ve said that…repeatedly.”

She sobbed quietly and he pulled her closer. Her hand curled in his shirt. He tucked the throw around her naked body. Jon reviewed the contract in his mind as he caressed her arm. He couldn’t think of a thing he’d change.

He could have made the contract ambiguous, but the results would have been the same; he didn’t want it vague. He would control every aspect of her life. He wanted it spelled out. He wanted her to know that. He was Master; she was slave.

When she seemed to calm a little, he eased her away a little and lifted her chin so she had to look at him.

“Catie, is there something in particular you want to talk about? Should we go over each line item by item?”

“Will you really put me in a cage?”

“Maybe. I don’t know for sure right now, but I may later. I won’t do it until you’re ready, but you have the right to know that I might at some point.”

“And you’ll beat me whenever you feel like it just like Carl.”

“No,” he told her and his eyes went black. “I’ll never beat you like Carl did. Our relationship will be about pleasure, but sometimes pain can lead to pleasure. I might use some pain to enhance your pleasure and that, in turn, will give me greater pleasure. Never will I leave permanent scars or break your bones. I’ll never leave cuts and bruises like he did.”

“When Carl beat me, it brought him pleasure. He liked it. What would be the difference?” she stuttered.

Her courage to speak, mixed with the fear he could see, seemed to defuse his anger.

“The difference is that beating you like Carl did would bring me no pleasure. Your pain with no pleasure, because of excessive punishment, will bring only pain and suffering to both of us.”

He pulled her back to his chest, and they remained in silence for a few minutes before he spoke again. “I think it would be good to go over the entire contract together.”

Two hours and a few glasses of wine later, only minor changes were made, although she wanted other things deleted. She finally agreed to the contract that basically was the way he wanted it. The only addition was something he wouldn’t have done anyway. He would not leave the house if he had her tied up. She had been terrified he wouldn’t come back and untie her that first night, she whispered.

Consummation of the Contract

He signed the contract and handed her the pen. She took it, but her hand was shaking so badly, he curved his hand on top of hers. He put the pen on the line he wanted her to sign.

“Caitlin, I realize there are some items in the contract that, at this time, you are unable to fulfill such as ‘constant state of arousal’ or perhaps ‘not being allowed to reach orgasm without permission’. As your training progresses and you develop more trust, these things will come naturally. I don’t expect you to be ready for everything all at once. I won’t do anything to you until you’re ready. I promise.”

He turned her and lifted her chin with a knuckle, then softly brushed his lips across hers before turning her back to the table.

“Write your name, Caitlin,” he whispered firmly.

After a halting start, she got her first name down, but hesitated with her last name.

“You’re…we…you’re… tonight…”

“No. I was going to wait until tonight, but I know you’re going to worry until it finally happens, so as soon as you finish your name, we’re going upstairs. We’ll have supper later. Come on, Caitlin, finish writing your name. Come on, baby,” he said softly as his breath caressed her ear. He stroked her arm with his other hand. They both knew what ‘it’ was. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.”

She finally wrote her last name and when he guided her hand to the date line, whispered the date, she wrote it down. He took the pen from her hand, put it on the table, and turned her in his arms. He lowered his lips to hers and gave her a gentle kiss, then eased back.

“Silence. Bed. On your back.”

She stood and the afghan floated to the floor. She took a step, two, then three before she started to sink to the floor. He caught her, picked her up, and climbed the stairs without saying a word. He carried her into the bedroom. He flicked the comforter and top sheet back, put her gently on the bed, backed up, and started taking off his clothes, never taking his eyes from hers.

“I won’t hurt you, Catie. Today is for you. No restraints. No pain, no discipline. No asking for permission to orgasm, only pleasure for you…and for me. You’ve only known rape and torture, Catie. Today I’ll show you how it should be. I’ll give you pleasure.”

He moved to the bed and slowly lowered himself. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her temples, her cheeks. He caressed her earlobes with his lips, then gently took a lobe into his mouth and gave it a soft suck before kissing the corners of her mouth. When he took her mouth, it was like a butterfly’s touch before he moved to her neck. He felt her inhale. Fear tensed her shoulders. He kissed along her collarbone, but then went to her toes and sweetly caressed them with his fingertips, keeping his eyes on hers.

“Turn over, sweetheart. Fold your hands under your head and relax.”

After a moment, she did as he requested, but when he straddled her hips, a faltering cry escaped her mouth.

“Shh. I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered in her ear. He could feel the tension, the anxiety, the tautness of her whole body, the conflict of jumbled emotions. He rubbed her shoulders, ran his thumbs down her spine. He brushed her hair to one side and kissed her neck, whispered softly and moved down. When he got to her hips, he skipped over her buttocks, and massaged one leg from just below her hip to her toes, then moved to the other foot and made his way back up to her hip.

Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the week of kindness, maybe it was the time he took, but she slowly began to relax under his gentle touch.

“Roll back over, baby,” he said softly as he moved to give her room.

This time when he kissed her and moved to her shoulder, he didn’t skip her breasts. He cupped them in his palms and toyed with the nipples until they became rigid in his hands. He whispered to her. She was still tense and it seemed her breath was caught in her throat, but she didn’t cry out.

“You have beautiful, delicate breasts, Catie. I wanted to taste them the first moment I saw you. Even with the bruises and cuts, I knew you’d taste sweet.”

He lowered his mouth and suckled. He took his time here, too, savoring each. She did have beautiful breasts. Her areoles were a rosy pink brown and when her nipples hardened, they were a feast to behold. He made a mental note to purchase some nipple clamps.

His mouth eventually made a slow, maddening trip down her torso. She gasped when he made it to her navel and thrust his tongue in and out, then sucked it gently. Even though the movement was slight, and he wouldn’t have caught it if he hadn’t been watching for it, when her hips lifted ever so lightly off the bed, he moved the rest of the way down. He gently nudged her legs apart and lowered his head to her bare sex. He kissed all around her vulva and heard the little whimper when he traced her nether lips with his tongue.

This whimper was not of fear or anxiety, but of surprised arousal. The soft moan of pleasure became more intense. He felt a moment of triumph as the scent of woman, the scent of Caitlin, filled his nostrils. The roughness of his tongue rubbed against her clit again and again, and when she bucked, he covered the area around her clitoris with his mouth and sucked. She was wet and ready. He inserted one long finger into her, then two, and gently finger fucked her as he continued to suck, nibble, and tease.

Her hands fisted in the sheets. He knew she was near, reaching for that release. He lifted his head for a moment, but his fingers continued to thrust in and out just a bit faster.

“Come for me, Catie. Let go. Let it happen, baby. Come,” he whispered.

“Oh. Oh. Noooo.” He felt the contractions of her vaginal muscles pull at his fingers. He flattened his tongue on the heart of her sex and felt it throb.

When she quieted, he moved up her body and kissed her. He worried her lips until she opened her mouth to him.

“I’m going to make you come again, Catie.” His erection lay in the valley of her sex, the length nestled between their bodies and the tip pressed into her stomach.

“I can’t,” she whimpered.

“Yes, you can.”

He hooked his arms under her knees, opening her more, putting exquisite pressure against her engorged sensitized clitoris. She lifted her hands to his shoulders. He thrust against that perfect little bundle of nerves until he sensed her second orgasm coming. He slowed the rhythmic thrusts only enough to keep her on the edge, but not allowing the release she silently begged for.

“Open your eyes, Caitlin. Look at me. I am your Master.” He kissed her deeply, passionately.

“Who am I?” he asked her.

“Master. You’re my master.”

“Who are you?”


“Again Caitlin, who do you belong to?” he whispered.

“You. I’m yours.”

He bent and kissed her thoroughly, and gave her the release she desired. When she arched, he backed up and entered her in one long hard thrust. She cried out and her hot, wet flesh fisted around him. He could feel the ripples of her contractions pulling him deeper into her. She was magnificent. He continued his thrusts, extending her climax and finally, after a week of wanting her, he gave in to his own need. He buried his head in her hair and shot ropes of hot semen into her.

After a while, he rolled to his side, taking her with him so she was half on him with one long leg nestled along the length of his and the other leg laying across his hip. He cradled her head on his shoulder and caressed her thigh from knee to hip. They lay in silence for a long time before he spoke.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I didn’t know it could be that way.”

“Oh, my lovely little slave, this is only the beginning.”

The apartment

They stayed at the cabin for three more days and spent most of those days in bed. Soon it was time to leave, settle into the apartment, and prepare for his new job.

And find a house.

Late Monday morning, they left the cabin and drove to a suburb in Virginia about an hour or so from DC. Jon had contracted to rent an apartment before he even knew he would be bringing Catie with him. He never even considered buying a house before she came into his life, but now he was glad he had made sure there was an escape clause in the apartment contract.

When he picked up the key to take possession of the apartment, he spoke to the same realtor who had handled the lease agreement. He asked if there were houses on the market that might meet his requirements. After a discussion about those requirements, Ms. Logan surprised him by saying she may have something on the market right now that he might be interested in. They made an appointment to meet on Thursday morning.

They arrived at the furnished apartment about three o’clock. Since they only had to unload his computer equipment and their clothes, of which Cate had next to none, it took less than an hour to unpack both their clothes and bring in Jon’s equipment. He started to set his computer in the second bedroom. He pushed the twin bed against the wall and decided he’d have to get a computer table. He’d wait and see what the house looked like first.

If they would be moving again soon, he didn’t want to have to move any more than necessary. For now, he’d put one of his computers on the small desk and the printer on the floor. He wouldn’t set up the rest until he knew if they’d be moving again. If Cate hadn’t been with him, he’d just put his stuff on the kitchen table, but now that wouldn’t do.


“A little.”

“Let’s leave the rest of this for later. We’ll go have a late lunch. Get our bearings. Go to the grocery store. I want to look at computer tables. I may be buying one soon and there are some other things I want.”

She had on one of the sundresses he had gotten her the first day. In the sunlight, you might be able to tell she didn’t have underwear on, but it wasn’t so see-through that it would be indecent. Length-wise, it went to mid thigh. He’d seen sundresses that were much shorter.

“Do you…can I, uh, would it be okay…?”

“Underwear? No, Caitlin. I like it just like this. Unless the dress catches the wind, no one will know you’re bare underneath.”

No one but him.

No one but her.

They ate at a deli in the mall, then he took her to a couple of shops and one of the larger department stores. They were in Virginia. Autumn was just around the corner and soon the nights would be cool. He let her pick out a couple pairs of jeans—they were snug, and when she gained back some weight, they would be a tight, the way he liked them. He picked out a couple of dresses, then spotted a denim mini skirt. He could picture her long slender legs in that skirt. He let her choose a blouse to go with it.

A light jacket for the cooler nights that would soon be the norm, a winter coat and other warmer clothes were purchased, too. Jon couldn’t help but smile at her wide-eyed appreciation for so many new clothes. He also realized he’d have to be careful or he’d bankrupt himself buying her things. He surprised himself when he found it so enjoyable getting her more than just the necessities of life.

Catie was careful in each shop they went into, especially after they entered one and a gush of transitional air lifted the hem of her dress. Jon smiled as she quickly pushed the dress back down.

On the pretense of looking at a computer table, Jon drove to the furniture store near the mall. The salesman thought they were newlyweds and Jon didn’t correct him. He just put his arm around Catie’s waist and drew her possessively close, chuckling when she quickly pushed at her skirt that his embrace had raised.

When they left the furniture store, Jon noticed a little specialty shop across the street. Candy’s Closet had several mannequins in the window and he could see the not-so-subtle sexy outfits. Caitlin was so uncomfortable when they entered the store, he had to remind her of her status. He picked out a bustier and a pair of thigh high hose, both in black. He also got a pair of boy-style spandex panties. When she slid back in the car, the relief rolled off her body in waves.

“I’m proud of you, Caitlin. I only had to remind you once that you belong to me and that you’ll wear what I want you to wear,” he said.

“If that clerk touched me one more time…”

“I noticed that she liked to have her hands on you, feeling you up. I got the feeling she likes girls and doesn’t go for good looking guys like me,” he chuckled. “She sure had a hard time and when I ran my hand up your thigh. Nevertheless, I had to remind you of your status so there will be a small punishment when we get back to the apartment.”

He laughed when her eyes widened in fear. “Don’t worry, Catie. My punishments won’t be anything like Carl’s. If you’re very good at the grocery store, you may not feel a thing.”



They had just walked into the apartment, each carrying bags of food. Catie’s hands trembled as she put her bags on the counter. She hesitated, then removed her dress and sandals. She was shaking and there was a mist in her eyes. John almost relented until he remembered what he was going to do.

“Your punishment will begin before you put the groceries away. Come into the bedroom, Caitlin.”

By then, she was shaking so hard she could hardly make the short distance down the hall. John put the Candy’s Closet bag on the bed and went to one of his duffle bags. He pulled out a small rabbit vibrator. He had purchased it the last time he was in a BDSM relationship, but never used it. It was perfect for what he had in mind.

“Come lay across my lap, Caitlin.”

Jon didn’t think Catie was going to make it the five feet. He took her hand and pulled her across his thighs.

“Your infraction was small so your punishment will be small. Put your hands on the floor and spread your legs. You will receive ten smacks and you will thank me after each one.” He brought his hand down firmly but lightly on her right cheek.

“What do you say, slave?”

“What, oh, thank you.”

“That will add another for forgetting to address me properly.” Jon smacked her on her left cheek.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Count them.”

“Two, sir.”

“No, the first doesn’t count because you didn’t thank me properly.”

“One, sir. Thank you, sir.”

When Jon finished with the last smack, Catie’s bottom was only slightly pink. He rubbed his palm over her bottom, but there was hardly any warmth. He hadn’t hit her hard. In fact, he was almost certain that Catie was holding back a giggle. Let’s see if she still wants to giggle when bedtime comes, he thought. He ran his fingers down the crease between her pretty light pink ass. She was only slightly moist. He rubbed and teased gently until the gathering dew increased. Picking up the vibrator, he ran the tip up and down her slit until her own moisture lubricated it. He gently pushed it into her sweet tunnel.

“Be still, Caitlin, or I’ll decide ten wasn’t enough and add a few harder ones.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”

Jon picked up the shopping bag and took out the spandex panties, pulled off the tag, and slipped her legs into the holes.

“Stand up, slave, turn away from me and pull up your panties. I’ll hold your toy in.”

The panties were close-fitting on Catie’s slender frame, but between them, they managed to get them up. Jon put his hand down the front and spread her outer lips. The rabbit nestled right where he wanted it.

“Here, wear this.” He pulled one of his own shirts out of the closet and handed it to her. “All right, slave, go put up the groceries and make us some supper.”

Catie started down the short hallway to the kitchen. Jon slipped his fingers into his pocket and found the remote control. He wondered if the batteries were still good. Catie jumped, her legs almost buckled, and her hand flew out to the wall to steady herself. Her head whipped around to look back at him. Her mouth formed a surprised O.

Oh, yeah, they still worked.

“The kitchen, Caitlin,” Jon said straight-faced, waving his hand toward the specified room. “I have some work I want to do on the laptop. I’ll do that while you fix supper.” He did his work at the table so he could torment her. He made sure she didn’t have something hot or a knife in her hands each time he hit the remote. Safe, sane, and…well, maybe not consensual, he hadn’t given her many choices since she agreed to be his.

By bedtime, Caitlin was desperate with need. They had been together only a short time, but Jon knew he was going to enjoy her to the fullest. With the exception of the first night when he tickled her, this was the first time he had teased her. He was beginning to know her body, but not well enough yet to know how much she could take without coming so he kept the vibrations short and on the lower speed. One day he would demand that she not come in a situation like this, but not today. Today, he taught her that teasing could be fun and that not all punishments would be terrorizing.

He took her in his arms gently and kissed the top of her head. “I think you’ve had enough for one day. In fact, I think you’ve taken your punishment so well, you deserve a reward. Would you like a reward, slave?”

Jon smiled down at her and saw her lips quiver. Oh, yes, she was in need. “What kind of reward would you like, Catie?” he murmured as he slid his hand down to her crotch. In the hand wrapped around her waist, he held the remote. Just as he pressed his palm harder against her clit, he pressed the ‘high’ button.

He was sure her screech could be heard in the next apartment. She staggered and her fingers at his shoulders curled around the cloth of his shirt. Within moments, she went rigid and would have collapsed if he hadn’t been holding her. He saw the next scream coming and covered her mouth with his.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he dropped the remote on the duvet, picked her up and put her on the bed. He peeled the panties off. Now he would have his reward.


He hadn’t planned on buying a house for this job. An apartment would be good enough, even though it would be at least a two year job with the option for contract renewal, but Catie changed that plan. He wanted a quiet place with privacy. He wanted a playroom. An apartment was not conducive to the type of playroom he wanted.

While he had dated extensively, and been in few short-term relationships, he realized that none were as satisfying as this one was beginning to be. Catie was proving to be a natural slave with a wonderful mix of submissiveness and free spirit with a thirsty mind. She had an underdeveloped intelligence and was eager to learn. With each conversation, he felt she had been cheated by not having been encouraged to attend college or pursue a goal; he found her mind was like a sponge. If she was interested, he would help get her in the junior college right here in town.

This last week was nice as they got into a routine. On Thursday, he had told her that he had an appointment. And while he was certain that she wouldn’t try to escape, he was a bit nervous because he knew he’d be gone for a couple of hours, leaving her on her own and in a place that would be easy to leave. The only time he had left her unattended was the first day he got her out of Carl’s, and he had restrained her to the bed. Now when she smiled and said she’d see him when he returned, and was there anything in particular that he wanted her to do while he was gone, he knew she would not break the contract.

He said a little prayer of thanks. He didn’t know what he would do if escape was still on her mind because he already realized he wouldn’t be able to restrain her all day while he was at work. He was also beginning to realize that he probably wouldn’t be able to use a cane or anything else on her in a way that might cause her extreme pain.

In fact, he was beginning to realize that many of the items in the contract would never be tested because there were many things he had listed that he would probably never do. He wondered if she realized that yet. While he would always be the Master and she the slave in their relationship, he couldn’t imagine himself putting her in a cage that she had worried about. He knew, though, that he loved seeing her restrained. He thought of all the ways he could restrain her and what he could do to her in all those different positions. He got hard just thinking about it.

He met Ms. Logan at her office and drove to the house. The minute he stepped inside, he knew it was perfect. He returned to the office with her and started the paper work. They already had much of what they would need from the credit check for the apartment. His only bills were the loan on his SUV, which was nearly paid off, and a small balance on his Visa. With the down payment he was willing to make, Ms. Logan assured him there would be no problem with a homeowner’s loan.


Jon left the apartment about 9:00 a.m. and went to to complete the new employee paperwork so it would be done before he started to work on Monday. His health insurance would start October first. He was pleasantly surprised to find they had a co-habitation cause allowing insurance for a live-in partner. He was able to enroll Catie on his plan, a real bonus he hadn’t expected to need when he accepted the job.

He stopped in at the realtor’s office and talked to Ms. Logan about the loan process. She told him everything looked good and they would probably close in about three weeks. He talked her into letting him have the keys so they could start painting and picking out furniture. The house would need appliances, too, since there were none except for the dishwasher. She said it was against policy to let him have possession before closing, but since he wasn’t going to move in until after the signing, she relented. His boyish charm didn’t hurt, and, of course, they already had his earnest money.

He picked up his cell phone and dialed Caitlin.


“Catie, it’s Jon. I’m on my way to pick you up. I want to show you something, then I’ll take you out to eat. Wear that little mini-skirt I got you the first night we got here. It’ll take me about 30 minutes to get home.”

“I’ll be ready, sir.”

The House

He opened the apartment door just as she was coming out of the bedroom. He smiled. She looked so cute, so innocent…so virginal. He crooked his finger. She came to him and stopped, waiting for his command. He wondered why every man in the world wouldn’t want a Master/slave relationship with his chosen woman. This part of the contract would never change as long as she was his. He enjoyed seeing Catie fall completely apart in his hands. He loved the expressions, the tremors, and the sighs when she climaxed. Jon remembered that spark of awareness when he had first touched her and feeling there would be fire beneath the fear. He was right.

He pulled her blouse out of the waistband of the skirt, unbuttoned the bottom two buttons, and tied the tails in a knot. It left about two inches of bare midriff between the bottom of the shirt and the top of the skirt. He opened another button at the top, letting a little more cleavage show.

“Perfect.” He lifted her chin and gave her a kiss. Good thing he had a lot of self-control or he’d have her on her knees right now.

Twenty-five minutes later, he pulled into the driveway of the house that would be his in a few short weeks.

“You know all those home decorating magazines I’ve given you to look at this last week?” Without waiting for an answer, he continued, “This is the reason. I’ve bought a house. We’re going to need furniture, dishes, linens, and a multitude of other things.”

Her mouth dropped open. He helped her out of the car and smiled at her wide-eyed reaction.

“It’s beautiful.”

“You haven’t even seen the inside yet.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’ll be wonderful. Look, there’s a flowerbed by the porch.”

“The house is small, but I think it’ll meet our needs.” He took her hand and opened the front door.

“You can think about what kind of flowers you want later. Right now, you have an assignment. You need to buy dishes, pots and pans, and whatever else you’ll need for the kitchen.

“You’re in charge of picking out living room and dining room furniture, and linens such as towels, sheets and blankets. Curtains. There isn’t a single curtain anywhere in the house. We’ll pick out appliances for the kitchen together. You’ll have a budget. The appliances will be included in your allowance. You will keep a ledger with all of your expenditures. I suggest you keep a notebook listing the item you’re considering, the cost, and the store you saw it.

“I’ll pick out the furniture for my office and the bedroom,” and the playroom, he thought. “But before I purchase the bedroom furniture, I’ll take into consideration any suggestions from you. As for your assignment, I will give final approval for any purchase, but you’ll have considerable freedom. If you’re going to go over your allowance, we’ll sit down together and see if it’s justified.”

He led her through the house. She was stunned. The amount he mentioned seemed enormous to her and she’d be in charge of spending it?

“Catie, are you still with me? Earth to Caitlin.”

He turned her gently, put his knuckle under her chin, and encouraged her to look at him. He smiled at her and brushed his lips against hers.

“The closing won’t be for a couple weeks, but the realtor is letting me in early. We can’t move in until after closing, but since we have no furniture at all and we’ll need just about everything, I thought we could start looking. You can clean and paint; everything looks like it could use a fresh coat. It’ll keep you busy once I start working. I’ll pay another month’s rent on the apartment if we need it, so we don’t have to rush to move in. What do you think?”

“I don’t know what to think, master.” It was a whisper.

“Catie, we’ve not in a scene or action. I haven’t indicated that you must call me master. Are you afraid you can’t handle the responsibility?”

“I, I…don’t…know. Do…do you think I can?” She was wide-eyed and her voice was a whisper.

“Yes, and if you stumble, I’ll help you up. Let me show you the rest of it.”

The house was a one-story brick colonial cottage on two wooded acres. It was only about 1,400 square feet, but it was nice and fairly secluded. It had a garage and partial basement. There were several houses around, but nothing close.

The kitchen cabinets were in good shape. The counter, sink and dishwasher were fairly new. An open space at one end of the room could be used as a breakfast nook. The walls, though, were in desperate need of a fresh coat of paint. The master bedroom was fair sized due to a previous remodel. A once-tiny bedroom was now a walk-in closet and bathroom, changed by the door connecting it to the master bedroom.

For Jon, it would actually be a shorter distance to work than from the apartment. He ran his forefinger down Catie’s nose. The shocked and bewildered look she had when he first told her about the house and her allowance was slowly being replaced with excitement.

“What do you think?”

“It’ll be fun. I remember my grandmother had lace curtains in her living room. I loved the pretty pattern they made on the floor when the sun was shining. Can we have lace curtains?”

“Price them out and put them on your worksheet. You’re going to have to coordinate them with everything else. Once you’ve got it all worked out, we’ll look it over together. I need to get a tape measure tonight so we can get the window sizes tomorrow. I need other basic tools, too.”

After they took a turn around the yard that Jon mentally noted also had possibilities, they headed for the number one discount store in America. They would probably give Wal-Mart a nice chunk of Catie’s allowance. The first thing she picked up was a notebook and she immediately started writing in it even before they paid for it.

They stopped at a buffet, and Catie could hardly sit still long enough to eat. She had her notebook on the table beside her plate and kept making notes in her nice, neat, precise cursive.

At another store, Jon got paint and the paraphernalia to go with it, then they headed for the first of two furniture stores. By the time they got back to the apartment that night, Catie was so hyped up that Jon thought he’d have to give her a sleeping pill to get her to sleep.

She woke up at the crack of dawn on Saturday and he barely got her pulled under him before she could bounce out of bed. To keep her there and still, he bound her hands to her thighs. He straddled her chest and started teaching her how to pleasure him with her mouth. He wouldn’t go deep, not yet, not while they were still in the apartment with its thin walls. He wanted her to become accustomed to him in her mouth. He knew Carl had terrorized her this way, too. She needed to get past the fear that he would cut off her breathing. He moved in and out of her mouth, giving her instruction.

“Lick the tip, Catie. Circle your tongue around the head. Worship your Master. Suck me in as deep as you can.”

Fearful eyes looked up at him, but when all he did was move slowly in and out, she relaxed. When the slow play started to pull at his control even though only a third of him ever went in, he leaned forward and snagged the gag and inserted it into her mouth. Jon scooted down her body, put his hands on her knees and pushed her legs open wide. With one swift thrust, he entered her.

Catie wanted her hands unbound, but he was in charge. He was Master. Just when she was about to climax, Jon pulled out and flipped her over onto her knees. Her hands, still bound to her thighs, gave her no purchase. He plowed forcefully back into her. It pushed her over and only the gag kept the neighboring apartment residents from hearing her scream. Jon slowed his thrusts. He leaned over her back and used his fingers to kept Catie coming. He started to thrust harder again with more force. He growled in her ear.

“You’re mine.”

Catie came again, harder, and Jon followed.

the end

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