You Are Mine

You are my master

Nicole

Adrian pulled me from my seat to the other door on the other side of the room. Earlier, when I had tried to open it, it was locked, but he fished out a single key from his pocket and unclocked it. I looked down to the space of darkness stretching before us, in what I could only imagine to be a passage. 

He stepped to the side and stretched his hand out. "After you." 

"Where does this leads to?" I asked, my heart beating a million times faster. 

"You'll see." 

"Are you going to kill me now?" I asked, feeling the bile rising in my throat.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have long ago. Besides, you're more useful to me alive." 

"Then where are you taking me?" I asked, still unsure of his intentions. 

"Would you stop asking so many f*****g questions? he barked, and without waiting for me, took me by my wrists, leading me into the dark passage. 

The hallway was only dark for the first few steps, as we walked further, dim lights lit up the path to a flight of stairs going down to a basement. The basement was like an underground hideout. It had another hallway with different doors, and Adrian used the same key he had used earlier to unlock the first door. 

I was hit by another wave of nightlike darkness until Adrian flipped a switch. The room flooded with lights, and almost immediately I wished we were back to two seconds ago when all I could see was darkness. 

"What is this place?" I asked nervously, even though I knew all too well what it was. 

"My playroom," he said casually. 

The first thing that caught my eye was the large X on the wall, with four leather cuffs hanging on both sides of it, top and bottom. The room was dark and windowless, almost like his bedroom, the only difference was the crimson walls. A black king chair, next to a couch at the far end of the room. But what was most terrifying were the rows of canes, whips, paddles, and things many other things I had not ever seen before. They all looked like instruments used to inflict pain. There were hooks on the floor and the ceiling, and a doorless shelf filled with many things that were also strange to me. A kingsized bed sat in the middle of the large room, covered in a red comforter. And a bathroom with glass walls, holding a bathtub and a separate shower. 

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked trying to hold back my tears. 

"Punish you," he said simply.

"Why," I cried, "What did I do?" 

"Apart from the many strikes against you since we met, you need to learn some discipline for our relationship to work." He pulled my hair and yanked me hard against him. I cried in pain at the force of his hands on my hair. 

"I have a few rules and if you are obedient, these six months would be super easy on you. Number one, when we're alone or down here you will call me master." he ran a hand up and down my neck. "Number two, if you fight me, I'll punish you harder," his other hand cupped one of my breasts through my dress, and I gasped at the contact. "Number three, you will obey everything I say, eagerly and without hesitation. There are more, but those are the most important. Is it clear?" 

I was silent for a while, letting the first streak of tear fall. He pressed my breast harder silently reminding me of his question, and I almost yelped. "Please don't do this Adrian." I pleaded.

"That's one more hour of punishment for you. I'm only going to remind you one last time. It's master, do you understand?"

"Yes," I choked out. Maybe this will be over sooner if I just obeyed. 

"Yes, what?" he growled. 

"Yes, master." 

"Good." he released his grip on me, and I was thankful that he did not hold me too tight, so I was not sore—yet.  

"You need to know that you have a choice to leave, I'll book your flight to Toronto right now if you want, but I don't need to remind you what will happen if you leave. Right."

"No, you don't." 

He raised his brows, and I immediately corrected myself. "No, you don't master." 

"Now that we are done with the theories, let's get into the practicals. It's time for your first punishment." he said as he pulled down the zipper in front of my dress. "But first, choose a safe word." 

"If I use the word, you'll stop your torture?" I blurted. 

He chuckled lightly, as he reached the last point of the zipper. "I'd rather call it painful pleasure, but we can call it that. And yes, I will stop if you use the word." 

Phew, I muttered, maybe this was not going to be as bad as I thought. 

"Then I'll send you on the first flight back to your parent's bodies," he completed his statement with a wicked grin. 

"Then why give me one, when you know I won't take it?" 

"Because I will control and decide what happens between us, but not without your consent. And it will be your choice to either leave or stay, I won't force you, and I won't move forward if you do not make a choice."

I chewed on my lip, thinking of what to choose. The only streak of tear that had fallen was now dried on my face, and I had refused to let another fall. So many emotions were building inside me, pain, anger, fear, sadness. They all morphed into unshed tears that danced on my lids threatening to spill over. 

"'Choose something you won't forget. Because crying, screaming, begging, and any other tactic will not save you. Only that word will." 

"You know, you should see psychiatrists. You're sick, and you don't even know it." I spat.

He chuckled lightly. "I like the fact that you keep adding to your punishment for tonight. Also, I know, you don't have to tell me. Now choose your safe word." 

I still had a lot to say, in fact, I wanted more than anything to tell him to go f**k himself, but I realized I really did not have a choice in this. It was either obedience or my parent's life. So it was non-negotiably obedience. After a few seconds of thinking hard, I came up with the perfect word. 

"Prom." 

"Why prom?" 

"That's not your business." 

"Wrong. Everything about you for the next few months is my business. Now tell me why Prom." 

"I took months to plan for my prom night, and on that night, I got the best news of my life. It was going to be the best night of my life." the tears were now ready to pour like a flowing tap, and I bit down hard on my bottom lip to hold them back. 

"And?" 

"And you managed to turn that night into the most horrific night of my life." my voice was a little more than a whisper. "So yes, I chose Prom because it reminds me of how much you stole from me on that night." I wrapped my arms around myself, but that did nothing to give me the sense of comfort I ached for. 

"Good choice," he said simply. He held my wrists firmly and pushed my hand away from closing myself off. He yanked the dress, tearing it open for the rest part, not bothering that he had spent a mini fortune on it just this afternoon. Now I was grateful that I had not brought my own clothes. 

But clothes were the least of my worries as he threw the dress to the floor, exposing my breasts to him for the second time in one day. My hands instinctively went up to cover up, but he yanked them aside. 

"You are not allowed to close your body or thoughts off from me." his fingers played with the bands on my sweatpants. "Take this off, or I'll rip it off too," he said as he snapped the band on my skin. 

I pushed it down, yanking it off with my foot. He had made sure I did not have any underwear on when we left the mall, so I was now bare and exposed to him. 

"If it makes you feel better, you have a very beautiful body," he said closing the little space between us.

I scoffed and almost rolled my eyes. 

"You're still very defiant, let's fix that." 

He walked past me, and I could hear some ratling behind me. When I turned around, he had a little blindfold in his hand, walking toward me. 

"Put your hands above your head," he said, putting them on the bed.

I obeyed, and he hoisted me up, hooking each of my hands above my head. When he left me, I tried to stand on my feet, but my toes were barely grazing the floor. He went back to the shelve and brought out a spreader bar with two cuffs on each side. 

He knelt and pushed one leg to the side, then put a cuff around it. He did the same with the other leg, pushing it farther, so I was spread out for him. I tried to move my ankles to bring my legs closed, but instead, the spreader pushed my legs further apart. 

"The more you move the farther it spreads, so hold still." he chuckled and picked the black blindfold from the bed. He walked around me and stopped just behind me, then placed the blindfold over my eyes, blocking out my vision. 

I made a small whimper but did not make any other sound. All I wanted was to get this over and done with as soon as possible. I wriggled my hand trying to find a balance for my toes, but that seemed impossible as I was now further stretched thanks to this stupid spreader. 

With my sight now temporarily gone, my other senses were heightened. I could feel Adrian's hot breath behind me. I squirmed forward, trying to get as far away as possible, but he pulled me back to him. He released me, and almost immediately, I felt a thin cold metal around my neck. 

"What's that?" I asked, wishing I could see it, or even touch it. 

"Your collar to mark you as mine. Only I can take it off, you will always have it on you. Do you understand?" 

"Yes..." I said and added, "master," reluctantly. 

"By the end of this evening, It will be rolling off your tongue," he said in a husky voice. 

The heat of his body on mine colled off, and I heard his footsteps going toward the wall. He took something off it then walked back to me, and stood facing me. I could not see him, but I could feel his gaze boring into me. 

His warm hand cupped one of my breasts, and I stiffened. No one had ever touched me like that or seen me so bare before. I tried to squirm out of his touch, but I only ended up leaning further into him. I was no longer in control of my weight, and all I could do was lean on one hand after the other.  

His thumb grazed over my n****e, and the rest of his hand fondled my breast. "Just perfect," he muttered. He flicked his thumb over my hardening n*****s, and I gasped, torn between hate for the man that owned those hands and shameless arousal. 

Even with the blindfold, my eyes snapped shut, as he rolled my n****e between his thumb and forefinger. He stopped only to give my other breast a similar treatment. Unable to handle it anymore I pushed back, trying unsuccessfully to jerk out of his hand. 

When he finally stopped, it was too soon, and I mentally berated myself for enjoying anything that came from this psycho. He must have seen the torn expression on my face, and a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "If you learn fast, you will get more of that. But that is not what tonight is about. Tonight you will have to learn who I am to you, and since you're so stubborn, there is only one way to do that." 

My breath hitched up, and a shiver ran through me as I thought of how he intended to teach me that. My mind went to all those painful things hanging on the wall. Would he really use those on me? 

I got my answer as the first strike of a whip hit my pale skin. My ass burned and for a second I was too shocked by the overwhelming pain to move. I remained as still as a lifeless object until the second strike hit my skin again. This time, my shrilled scream rang across the room. 

He yanked my hair and pulled me close to him "If you scream like that again, I will have you gagged." 

"f**k you, Adrian, you're a f*****g monster," I said through sobs. The pain must have pushed something inside me because I no longer cared about his dumb rule to call him master. 

A beat of silence was followed by another strike, harder than the first two. I bit down on my bottom lip so hard, it burst open. But it was not nearly as painful as the searing pain on my ass. 

"Who am I?" he asked.

"f**k you," I cried.

Whip. 

"I'll ask for the last time. Who am I to you, Nicole?" 

I wanted more than anything to tell him to go f**k himself, but the pain was overwhelming, and I would give anything to end the torture. I was silent for a few seconds, warranting another painful whip. 

"Master," I cried, "You're my master." 

I heard a low chuckle followed by another whip. "Louder."

"You're my master," I shouted, as more tears overflowed from my eyes, through the blindfold. "You're my master. Please don't hit me again." I begged. 

"Good girl," he said, brushing my hair to the side and kissing my back. 

I heard the painful instrument drop to the floor, and he came around to stand in front of me again. "I'm glad we understand each other now, right." 

"Yes, master," I answered, still trying to steady my breathing. 

"You might be stubborn, but I promise, before these months are over, I will break that stubbornness. You will be my obedient little kitten."

My body trembled with fear as his hand shot up, caressing my cheek. I did not know if it would be possible for me to go through such pain a second time, I might just die. 

"You look so beautiful, hanging like that, helpless, with your beautiful body, naked and spread out to me." His hand crept up my thigh, trailing slowly to my bare p***y. 

I knew it was a bad idea, but I had to stop him. I had never let anyone venture that far, and much less this monster. I squirmed back, trying to pull away from him. 

"Please, don't," I pleaded softly. "Please." 

The trails stopped, but he did not remove his hand from my thigh. "Are you a virgin?" he asked directly, not bothering to beat around the bush. 

I was not about to tell him that though, everyone I had ever told I was still a virgin, only ever made fun of me, and thought it was silly. Even my best friend teased me jokingly from time to time about it, and I was not about to give this asshole that opportunity. 

"No, I'm not." I lied. 

"You're lying," he said, matter-of-factly, and before I had the chance to explain myself, he was behind me again. 

Three torturous whips later, he came around me and asked again. "Are you a virgin?"

"Yes," I cried. The tears were running down like sweat, past my chin to my exposed chest. 

"So perfect," he groaned. "Can today get any better? My wife is a f*****g virgin," he said with an evil laugh. 

I did not stop sobbing. I knew what would follow, and I was not ready for it yet, especially in these conditions. But how was I supposed to explain that to this mad man?

He stepped closer and wiped the streak of tears flowing down my chest. He placed a soft kiss on my chest, which was surprising, given that it was the softest thing he had done since I met him. 

"I want to f**k you so bad now, and your defiance only makes me harder." He said, leaning into my face. "But I know you are not ready for that yet. But you will come to me, on your own very soon. I'll make sure of it." 

Never in a million years, dreamer.

I nodded, and he took a step back. I expected him to release the hook on my hands since he ad punished me enough, but he didn't. 

"I have to handle a few things. Use that time to think of ways to be more obedient, when I get back, I might just consider releasing you."

Wait, was he really going to leave me all by myself in this dark basement hooked to a freaking ceiling. No, he had to be joking. 

Might? 

Oh God.

I whimpered in complaint, and Adrian stepped closer. "Do you have a problem with that?" 

Only a f*****g million. "Not at all master." 

"Good girl," he said, and I heard the pounding of his steps toward the door, followed by the flicking sound of the light switch. 

"The room is soundproof, so don't bother screaming. Also, just because I'm not here does not mean I can't see you. I have you under surveillance. If you try to free yourself from the hooks, you will only end up inflicting more pain on yourself. So stay still and enjoy your punishment. I'll see you soon."

Next thing I knew, he was out the door, leaving me to in the cold dark room, with enough time to think about my new horror.