He exited the bedroombefore giving one last look in her direction to make sure she wassoundly asleep. When he was positive, he reached for the skeletonkey that was hanging around his neck on a chain, and let himselfinto the spare room across the hall from the mastersuite.

Sitting at the bank ofvideo screens, one for each room, he brought up the videos andimages of the day, from their first meeting, to her piss-fest, totheir fucking. He watched them all in entirety, zooming in onElsa’s many facial expressions and making mental notes. He evenwatched what she had done after he had left, enjoying her pacingmovements and impatience with the situation.

He quickly jogged to theliving room and retrieved his briefcase and journal beforereturning to his make-shift man-cave. So much had transpired insuch a short amount of time, he had to get it all down on paperbefore his thoughts and feelings became indecipherable.

My tasty C8, what aninteresting subject you’re turning out to be. You accepted mypunishment better than I ever could have imagined and proven that you’re worthy not only of mytime, but my effort. You’re trying to figure me out - I can see itin the way you focus on my movements and reactions, and the way youwatch my mouth. But I should warn you - many before you have triedto gauge me and failed. My own actions often times perplex me sowhat makes you think I’m that easily assessable? I can’t be figuredout and so your efforts, though valiant and warranted, arefutile.

I, on the other hand, amhaving difficulty staying focused due to my current case, but yourbeautiful tears eased my anxiety – something I didn’t anticipate.Yes, those exquisite tears were by far the best thing I’veexperienced in a test subject thus far. Make no mistake, I’ve beenthe cause for tears before. Many times, in fact, but yours C8, weresomehow different – more real, more powerful, moresincere.

Perhaps I’m over thinkingthings. Submission and beauty have always been my weakness and youexude both while simultaneously maintaining your strength anddefiance. It’s a heady combination for me to try and navigate myway through. Will I ever be able to rein you in and make you intothe person I want you to be? Time will only tell, but fortunatelyfor the both of us - I’ve got plenty of it. Until then, I eagerlyawait the next time I can exert my power over you. And I WILL exertmy authority over you, my delightfully, fuckable littleplaything.

I’m quite enjoying thestruggle you’re having with what you’ve been told is right andwrong, and what your body and mind is telling you to give into. Youlike it rough and seemed to show no restraint or humiliation whenbeing fucked vigorously so I will make it my goal to test yourlimits further in this regard.

I vow to both you and Ithat I will prove that your body will only want what I allow it towant and that your mind will only know what I permit it to. Oh, thegames we shall play…

He put his pen down andexhaustion overtook him. He was physically and mentally worn outfrom not only the sex they had, but the fight Elsa had put up whilehe exacted his punishment.

After performing a fewchores in the bathroom, he dressed himself quietly. It was time totest Elsa once more.

As he walked the two blocksto the parking garage where his car was hidden from sight, hewondered if Elsa would be there when he returned the following day.After her penalty, he had no doubt she would.

7: Hesitation

Elsa woke in the late morning, startled by the sound of a loudhumming and buzzing from the first level. She jumped out of bed,dug into her overnight bag and slipped on the robe she had broughtalong. She slowly descended the staircase, her body aching and sorefrom the previous night’s tickle torture and rough fucking. Unsureof what she would see, she peeked around the corner into the livingroom to see a short and stocky young man feverishly cleaning thechaise lounge with a steam cleaner. When he noticed her out of thecorner of his eye, he promptly turned it off.

“I fell asleep with a drink in my hand,” shelied.

The man lifted his eyebrows and rubbed theback of his neck and smiled at her knowingly causing her to blush.She was a terrible liar and surely the stench of urine was a deadgiveaway. Mortified, she scanned the kitchen and living room forMr. Black.

“The owner of this house, is he here?” sheasked, tightening the strings around her waist.

“No ma’am. I received a call early thismorning about an emergency cleaning. The door was unlocked when Iarrived. My appointment has been paid in full by Mr. Laurenzo, ifthat’s what you’re worried about.”

She nodded and glanced over his shoulder andout the large bay window. Where the hell was Mr. Black, anyway? Shewas furious that he had abandoned her in a strange house and thenleft the door open for a complete stranger to come in.

“See yourself out when you’re done,” Elsaturned away to go hide out in the safety of the bedroom.

Once inside the room, she locked the door andrummaged through her small bag. Every single piece of her clothingexcept for her bra was either damaged or filthy. In the bathroom,she found her previously urine soaked skirt washed and hanging onthe shower stall, air dried. Folded neatly on the counter she alsofound a man’s plain white t-shirt with a small note.

“Since you seem to have a hard timeremembering my rules, I’ll write them down for you. 1. Noundergarments. 2. Hair down in my presence. 3. Showered and readyupon my arrival. 4. WAIT. To be continued…”

Wait. Should she? She stared at thenote and his flawless handwriting, contemplating what to do. Asawful as the tickling incident had been, the memory was alreadyfading into the background. He didn’t seem to care too much thatshe had humiliated herself in front of him and had apparentlyalready moved past it. Why then shouldn’t she do the same? Becausehe was clearly a man with issues. But what man didn’t have issues?She had never met one that didn’t. Or slept with one that didn’tfor that matter. She scanned the note one last time: to becontinued. She could only imagine what other ‘rules’ he couldcome up with.

Following her shower and dressing in her nowclean skirt and Mr. Black’s t-shirt, she ventured back downstairsto find the cleaning man gone. She brought down her backpack andunpacked an item she had brought along to personalize the place: alarge snow globe that held fond personal memories of her vacationwith her family at the age of sixteen.

In the kitchen, she was happy to find anassortment of fruits and snacks in the refrigerator, along withbottled water. At least her time waiting wouldn’t be spenthungry.

The day crept by slowly,hour-by-miserable-hour ticking painfully by. She had read an entirenovella on her e-book app on her phone and played mindless gamesuntil her frustration practically boiled over. It was absolutelypreposterous for her to wait around for a man she knew nothingabout. Okay – that wasn’t entirely true. She knew the size of hisdick, which, by the way, was perfect, as well as the fact that hewas good in the sack and liked deep throating her.

Elsa rolled her eyes. What a shitty list ofthings to know about someone. She wanted to know him morepersonally - more about his life; his history; his pastrelationships. Or did she? This was, after all, supposed to be onlya ‘physical association.’

Bored to tears and perturbed that she wasstill unable to open the spare bedroom door despite nearly kickingit in, she lay on the now pee-free lounger and decided to pleasureherself. Post masturbation, she fell asleep and woke several hourslater to Mr. Black’s signature cigarette and aftershave scent andto his fingers inside of her.