Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 45971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Why are you bored? Did you finish your lessons for the day?” She sighed and went to get the notebook where she was supposed to write a two-thousand-word essay for today’s exercise. She came back and handed the book over before getting to her knees next to me. I smiled secretly and reached out with one hand to caress her hair while opening the book with the other.
I don’t know what I’d expected when I asked her to write an essay on her views on the changes in our world. Some snarky diatribe along the lines of what she usually threw at my head when she was in one of her piques maybe, or her suggestion that maybe if women ran things we wouldn’t be in this predicament. That was her favorite one.
What I got instead was an in depth, detailed assertion. My hand stopped moving in her hair when I read of her dreams before the change came. I was older than her so I’m sure I’d seen the change coming long before she understood the significance of all that was happening. Add the differences in our stations and the fact that I was male, and her points were rather eye opening.
I felt uncomfortable, almost stripped bare as I saw things through her eyes. The words were not eloquent; there was no seeming affectation, just stark truth as she saw it. She humbled me.
“Is it good?” She looked up at me so hopefully having no idea that she’d just changed something in me. I held my hand out for her and she got to her feet and climbed into my lap. “You don’t like it. What did I do wrong now?” I kissed her cheek and withheld my answer.
“Tell me Alyssa, the things you’ve written here, how do you feel about them now?” I was definitely opening a can of worms here, especially with one as high strung as she, but I wanted to know.
In just a few short words she’d shown me my every fault. No one had ever questioned my way of life, that’s what comes with a life of privilege. No one dares. We’re not taught to look at our actions as it’s always someone else’s fault or responsibility. She’s the first person I’ve ever had full responsibility for. The first I worried about constantly.
I never cared before how my actions hurt or affected someone. With her I needed her to accept what I was doing to her, to want it, want me. I’m not quite sure when things had changed. In the past I never let my emotions get involved. I was always removed from the whole training process because I always knew the sub would be passed on to someone else eventually. If anyone ever touched my pet, I’d kill them on the spot.
She was still stubborn as a mule, but instead of blowing up each time she crossed the line, I found myself instead, speaking to her calmly and explaining things to her. She was such a delight that it was easy to overlook some of her lesser infractions, though I reined her in when she went too far.
I’ve been learning all I can about her and found that the more I uncovered, the more I liked. She’s still as confusing as ever in some ways, but I guess it will always be that way. Like the fact that when I take her ass as punishment she hates it. But when I make love to her there because I couldn’t yet take her sweet little pussy with anything more than my finger, she cooed and pushed back against me, taking all of me beautifully up her tight ass.
We’d gotten into a kind of groove. It still needed work, but it was better than I’d hoped for at this stage in the game. She was passionate in her rage and in her lust once awakened. She no longer fought my touch and I’d let my guard down I admit. It seemed we were both learning each other and it was easy to get lost in her and her unique way of seeing and stating things.
Then she’d tried to jump out the damn window and I knew that she’d been playing me all along. That shit had hurt and she knew she’d fucked up by the look in her eye. But by then it was too late.
It was then I learned that my disappointment hurt her more than my whip or my hand across her ass. I hadn’t railed at her, hadn’t even lashed her. I just simply turned and left the room. When I came back she jumped off her cot and knelt on the floor. It was the first time she’d done that without being reminded.
“Come here to me.” My rage had been very well contained at that point. She had to be punished but I was still angrier with myself than at her. I spanked her ass red and ignored her tears when I pushed her from my lap.