He exited the bedroom before giving one last look in her direction to make sure she was soundly asleep. When he was positive, he reached for the skeleton key that was hanging around his neck on a chain, and let himself into the spare room across the hall from the master suite.
Sitting at the bank of video screens, one for each room, he brought up the videos and images of the day, from their first meeting, to her piss-fest, to their fucking. He watched them all in entirety, zooming in on Elsa’s many facial expressions and making mental notes. He even watched what she had done after he had left, enjoying her pacing movements and impatience with the situation.
He quickly jogged to the living room and retrieved his briefcase and journal before returning to his make-shift man-cave. So much had transpired in such a short amount of time, he had to get it all down on paper before his thoughts and feelings became indecipherable.
My tasty C8, what an interesting subject you’re turning out to be. You accepted my punishment better than I ever could have imagined and proven that you’re worthy not only of my time, but my effort. You’re trying to figure me out - I can see it in the way you focus on my movements and reactions, and the way you watch my mouth. But I should warn you - many before you have tried to gauge me and failed. My own actions often times perplex me so what makes you think I’m that easily assessable? I can’t be figured out and so your efforts, though valiant and warranted, are futile.
I, on the other hand, am having difficulty staying focused due to my current case, but your beautiful tears eased my anxiety – something I didn’t anticipate. Yes, those exquisite tears were by far the best thing I’ve experienced in a test subject thus far. Make no mistake, I’ve been the cause for tears before. Many times, in fact, but yours C8, were somehow different – more real, more powerful, more sincere.
Perhaps I’m over thinking things. Submission and beauty have always been my weakness and you exude both while simultaneously maintaining your strength and defiance. It’s a heady combination for me to try and navigate my way through. Will I ever be able to rein you in and make you into the person I want you to be? Time will only tell, but fortunately for the both of us - I’ve got plenty of it. Until then, I eagerly await the next time I can exert my power over you. And I WILL exert my authority over you, my delightfully, fuckable little plaything.
I’m quite enjoying the struggle you’re having with what you’ve been told is right and wrong, and what your body and mind is telling you to give into. You like it rough and seemed to show no restraint or humiliation when being fucked vigorously so I will make it my goal to test your limits further in this regard.
I vow to both you and I that I will prove that your body will only want what I allow it to want and that your mind will only know what I permit it to. Oh, the games we shall play…
He put his pen down and exhaustion overtook him. He was physically and mentally worn out from not only the sex they had, but the fight Elsa had put up while he exacted his punishment.
After performing a few chores in the bathroom, he dressed himself quietly. It was time to test Elsa once more.
As he walked the two blocks to the parking garage where his car was hidden from sight, he wondered 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 loud humming and buzzing from the first level. She jumped out of bed, dug into her overnight bag and slipped on the robe she had brought along. She slowly descended the staircase, her body aching and sore from the previous night’s tickle torture and rough fucking. Unsure of what she would see, she peeked around the corner into the living room to see a short and stocky young man feverishly cleaning the chaise lounge with a steam cleaner. When he noticed her out of the corner of his eye, he promptly turned it off.
“I fell asleep with a drink in my hand,” she lied.
The man lifted his eyebrows and rubbed the back 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 dead giveaway. Mortified, she scanned the kitchen and living room for Mr. Black.
“The owner of this house, is he here?” she asked, tightening the strings around her waist.
“No ma’am. I received a call early this morning about an emergency cleaning. The door was unlocked when I arrived. My appointment has been paid in full by Mr. Laurenzo, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
She nodded and glanced over his shoulder and out the large bay window. Where the hell was Mr. Black, anyway? She was furious that he had abandoned her in a strange house and then left the door open for a complete stranger to come in.
“See yourself out when you’re done,” Elsa turned away to go hide out in the safety of the bedroom.
Once inside the room, she locked the door and rummaged through her small bag. Every single piece of her clothing except for her bra was either damaged or filthy. In the bathroom, she found her previously urine soaked skirt washed and hanging on the shower stall, air dried. Folded neatly on the counter she also found a man’s plain white t-shirt with a small note.
“Since you seem to have a hard time remembering my rules, I’ll write them down for you. 1. No undergarments. 2. Hair down in my presence. 3. Showered and ready upon my arrival. 4. WAIT. To be continued…”
Wait. Should she? She stared at the note and his flawless handwriting, contemplating what to do. As awful as the tickling incident had been, the memory was already fading into the background. He didn’t seem to care too much that she had humiliated herself in front of him and had apparently already moved past it. Why then shouldn’t she do the same? Because he 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’t for that matter. She scanned the note one last time: to be continued. She could only imagine what other ‘rules’ he could come up with.
Following her shower and dressing in her now clean skirt and Mr. Black’s t-shirt, she ventured back downstairs to find the cleaning man gone. She brought down her backpack and unpacked an item she had brought along to personalize the place: a large snow globe that held fond personal memories of her vacation with her family at the age of sixteen.
In the kitchen, she was happy to find an assortment of fruits and snacks in the refrigerator, along with bottled water. At least her time waiting wouldn’t be spent hungry.
The day crept by slowly, hour-by-miserable-hour ticking painfully by. She had read an entire novella on her e-book app on her phone and played mindless games until her frustration practically boiled over. It was absolutely preposterous for her to wait around for a man she knew nothing about. Okay – that wasn’t entirely true. She knew the size of his dick, which, by the way, was perfect, as well as the fact that he was good in the sack and liked deep throating her.
Elsa rolled her eyes. What a shitty list of things to know about someone. She wanted to know him more personally - more about his life; his history; his past relationships. Or did she? This was, after all, supposed to be only a ‘physical association.’
Bored to tears and perturbed that she was still unable to open the spare bedroom door despite nearly kicking it in, she lay on the now pee-free lounger and decided to pleasure herself. Post masturbation, she fell asleep and woke several hours later to Mr. Black’s signature cigarette and aftershave scent and to his fingers inside of her.