Master and slave
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" I left you a note master." I said quietly.
He looked around and then saw a note written on a hotel note pad.
Exercising, be back in 20 minutes, as I promised.
" When you found me, I was walking, not running." I said quietly.
He frowned and growled, then stood up, standing over me.
I cowered, covering my head as he raised his hand.
" I'm not going to hit you. I was going to touch your face. Not hurt you." He said.
I held my hands in my lap.
" If you want to punish me, my back isn't quite healed. Maybe my legs, or butt?" I suggested.
" No, I can't lay a hand on you. It's our honeymoon." He went to the kitchen and made some coffee.
I began to hyperventilate, I never had a panick attack before, but I was struggling to breath.
Manuel grabbed a paper bag and held it to my face.
" Breath into this bag, it will slow your breathing. Now just slow down. You are OK. I got you." He stayed with me until I stopped panicking.
" How...uh..how did you know to do that?" I breathed easier now.
" My daughter Stella has panick attacks. The doctor taught her mother and I what to do."
" That's, so.. sad. How, how old is she?" I breathed heavily.
" 8, she has some fears. She thinks the boogy man is coming for her. Her brothers scared her." He bit his lip in worry.
" There are very real boogymen out there. It would be horrible if she was taken into the s*x trade like her mother was." I observed.
Manuel looked at me, staring at me, then suddenly hugged me.
" I never saw this side before. I never thought about you or any woman being someone's daughter before." He admitted.
" I shouldn't have said that, of course you will protect her."
" And you Josephine, no one there to protect you?" He stroked my lip.
" I was betrayed. It's a long story, but one you need not know because it's all in my past."
" Master, if your daughter was taken, would it...kill you as her father, knowing her fate?" I squeezed my hands together, thinking about my father.
" Yes, I believe I would be destroyed thinking about her fate." He admitted.
" Then I will never see my father again, it is for the best, I see this now." I would need to let go of going back to my family. I was dead to them all now.
I stood up.
" May I use the bathroom first master?" I asked. Expecting him to still want to punish me.
" Of course. No need to ask me." He said staring out the window, thinking.
I wiped my tears and looked into the mirror. I was Manuel Ortegas now and forever.
When I returned I stripped down out of my dress and knelt before him with my palms up, submitting to him. I didn't make eye contact.
" I...I am ready for my punishment master." I involutarily shivered from the cold air.
He sat next to me and put me on his lap. " I'm a fool Phina."
I kept quiet, not sure if he would become angry at anything I did or said. He was such an unpredictable hot head.
" Want to go for a swim?" He asked me quietly.
" Whatever pleases you master." I didn't expect that from him.
He lifted his hand and I flinched.
" Are you afraid of me?" He asked.
" Not per-say. But I don't want bruises where people might ask questions about them."
I rubbed my arms.
They were both purple with his hand prints now.
" Phina, I won't hurt you. I think we better go to bed and let me love you before we go eat breakfast" He offered.
" Yes master." I said, going to bed, getting under the covers and lying perfectly still.
" You can stop the slave and master stuff. I'm sorry I said that to you on our honeymoon."
" It's the truth. I am still just your slave. You don't trust me, nor I you."
" That's what this trip is about, trusting eachother." He said as he placed his hands on my body.
I had no excitement for him as I did before. I was back to where we started, just his slave, no more. I would never be free.
" What is wrong Phina? Touch me, kiss me. My body is yours to explore."
" Yes master." I touched him as he desired. I felt hot tears in my eyes and squeezed them shut tightly.
" I hurt you again didn't I? I'm sorry."
I shrugged. "I will behave. You want your key back then?" I asked, knowing he must.
He sat up and reached into his bag, he pulled out another gift for me.
A gold wedding band.
He placed it on my ring finger. It was too big.
It slid right off.
" I think you've lost weight since we married. I ordered this for you months ago." He smiled.
" Do you like it?" He asked.
" Yes, it's nice." I was cold to him now.
" Hmmm...it seemed the perfect size a few months ago." He took it back.
" I'll get it sized for you wife."
" When my hands were tied up, they were swollen, my fingers were bigger then." I reminded him.
" I can't win can I?" He asked me, tossing the ring on the table.
" I am yours, your pet. I won't fight you sir." I said.
" Ok, come back to me again. I don't like this cold wife." He said quietly.
" I don't know how to act that might set you off. I'm sorry, I feel uncertain of your anger. It seems to rise quickly with me."
He rubbed his hand through his long hair.
" Josephine, if you met me...say at a party or maybe a dinner with mutual friends, would you look twice at me?" He rubbed his chin.
" I most assuredly would."
" Kiss me please." He said pouting now.
I kissed him on the cheek.
" Josephine, I'm sorry. I am a very possessive man. I don't mean to cause you such grief.
Teach me to be who you want me to be. I can be the man you want in private.
But I fear my life outside of this requires me to be a hard leader, a ruthless businessman. To separate the two men in me has proven difficult for me."
Though I was hurt and angry at his rough treatment of me this morning, I turned to him and hugged him.
" What do I call you then, not Manny or master?" I needed a name.
"My mother called me Guapo." He smiled.
I touched his face, feeling the bones of his high cheek.
" My Guapo, pretty boy then."
I leaned in and kissed him softly.
" Though you cannot free me outside of this world, you have freed me in this other world that I will share with you.
I want to be with you. I understand now. There are two sides to Guapo.
One that I hate, the other I am growing to adore.
When we are here in this inner sanctum, you will be my husband who frees me to let go of all of my hurts and injustices that have been done to me, to my woman's body.
Guapo, can you trust me to go for a walk by myself, or maybe go shopping. I haven't been shopping in a very long time." I smiled.
He smiled. "Okay, I trust you to go for a walk, I will take you shopping as you desire."
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