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Conner tried to fight through the sleep when he felt her stir next to him. He was on his right side with his arms wrapped tightly around her luscious body. But he could feel her slipping from him. Slowly, he stirred in his sleep and lazily opened his eyes, squinting into the light.

“Shhh, go back to sleep, pet,” she whispered to him, her hand caressing his face.

He let his eyes slide closed and fell easily back into a slumber. She stared down at him, his face relaxed in sleep. God, he’s so beautiful, she thought as she let her fingertips run lightly down his bare arm. Why does he have to be such an ass, she wondered.

“God, Val, you’re going soft,” she whispered to herself as she rose from the bed. With one last glance back she left the room. As she passed through the bathroom she realized she really was being lax with him. He hasn’t called me mistress in days, she realized.

“Well, that’s going to change,” she stated firmly, locking the door and resetting the alarm when she left.

She padded silently down the long hallway to her own suite to shower and change.

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Conner awoke with a start. He sat up and stared around the empty room wondering what had awakened him. Finally, he picked out the soft sound of running water from the next room. Apparently, someone was filling the tub. He laid back and closed his eyes, wondering when this nightmare would end. His hands went once more to the collar around his neck and he fingered it slowly, trying to find a way to get it off. After several minutes he gave up again. He couldn’t even find a seam in the damn thing.

The bedroom door opened and Cree stepped into the room. He stared silently at Conner for several seconds before finally motioning to him.

“Come, you need to bathe.”

Conner slowly climbed from the bed and padded across the room. Cree followed him at a discreet distance. The tub was filled with hot water as Conner had surmised. He climbed down the steps and sat on the bench, letting the hot water soak into his bruised skin. Finally, he began to wash. Cree busied himself with tidying the room as Conner washed the evidence of the night’s events from his body. When he was finished he climbed from the tub and toweled off. Cree fastened a leash to his collar and led him back to the small cell he’d been confined in the day before. Once here, Cree removed his leash and turned to leave.

“Wait,” Conner called to him.

Cree turned to look at him with curiosity.

“How – how long am I going to be here?”

“Until the Mistress wants you,” Cree answered and disappeared through the door.

Conner stared around at his surroundings in frustration and started to pace. Finally, he settled on the mat and leaned into the corner. What seemed like hours later, Cree appeared again with a tray of sandwiches and a glass of soda water. He set them on the floor next to the mat and left again. Conner stared at the offering for several minutes before he finally reached out and took one of the sandwiches and started to eat. He picked at the sandwiches as he ate and slowly sipped at the soda water. When he finished his meal he put the empty glass on the tray and pushed it aside.

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Valerie watched Conner in his small cell, staring at him intently. She studied his profile as he silently ate his meal then leaned back into the corner when he had finished. He made her wet just watching him, knowing she owned him, he belonged to her. She knew she had to come up with a fitting punishment for his behavior, she just hadn’t thought of anything yet. One thing she had decided, no matter how hard it would be, he had to spend the night alone. Even though she wanted him in her more than anything, she knew she was spoiling him and that had to stop. She would spend the evening alone – and so would he.

His punishment would begin tomorrow, she finally decided. It would have to be something degrading, humiliating for him, something to hurt that fucking ego of his. Damn, she suddenly remembered, Sarah and Joy were supposed to come for afternoon tea tomorrow.

“That’s perfect though,” she mumbled to herself. They can see him, see him being punished, she thought. “What’s something men always want to do to women?” she wondered aloud as she prowled around the room, staring at the monitor, watching him. “Crotch ropes,” she answered herself. “Well, pet, I’ll devise my version for you.” She smiled wickedly at the monitor.

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Conner had no idea how long he had sat alone in the tiny room. He got up and started to pace again when the door opened. Turning, he saw Cree enter with another tray. This one held a bowl of soup, a small steak – already cut – and a glass of white wine. Cree set the tray down and retrieved the empty tray then left the room again without saying a word. Conner stared at the new tray for a moment before sitting down on the mat and helping himself to the meal. Once again, when he finished he pushed the tray aside and leaned into the corner, staring around the small room. Several minutes after Conner had finished his meal Cree retrieved the tray and started out of the room.

“What’s going on?” Conner asked.

“What do you mean?” Cree replied.

“How much longer am I going to be here?”

“This is your room. You’ll stay here until the Mistress sends for you.” Cree turned and left the room without another word.

“Damn it!” Conner slammed his fists into the mat. “What the hell am I supposed to do in here all fucking day?”

He got to his feet and started to pace. Every so often he would pause to smack his fisted hand against a wall or the door. Finally, his anger and frustration spent, he collapsed onto the mat and laid down.

Valerie watched his antics with amusement. She was concerned he might hurt himself when he slammed his fists into the wall but he didn’t seem to notice any pain so she let him go. When he finally settled on the mat she smiled to herself. She reached out to gently caress his face on the monitor.

“Just wait until tomorrow, pet,” she whispered.

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Conner sat staring at the door, waiting for it to open. When Cree finally arrived Conner jumped to his feet and started forward.

“Stay back,” Cree warned.

“I want out of here,” Conner growled at him.

“Too bad. Now sit down.”

Conner stared at him malevolently until he produced a remote from his pants pocket. He held it up for Conner to see then smiled evilly.

“Sit down,” he ordered.

Conner hesitated then slowly backed away and sat down on the mat. Cree grinned at him.

“Good boy,” he teased.

Cree set the tray he carried on the floor and slid it across to Conner then left the room. The tray held bacon and eggs with a large glass of juice. He stared down at it in disgust and shoved it away.

Valerie watched the exchange with interest. She frowned when she saw him push the tray away and refuse to eat. After several hours he still hadn’t touched the food so she went to his room herself. It was time to remind him of his station.

Conner looked sideways at the door without moving his head. He was surprised to see her instead of the hulking keeper who’d been taunting him. Still he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing he was glad it was her instead of Cree.

“You know you’ve misbehaved too much lately. You ignore my rules, you refuse to eat and you’re rude to Cree. This has to stop.”

“I’m not your fucking slave!” He got to his feet as he shouted at her angrily.

She stepped away from the door, her hands behind her back, her emerald suite clinging to her body seductively.

“Yes, you are. I bought and paid for you. You are my property now! I own you!” She stared up at him in defiance as he towered over her. “On your knees, now.”

“Fuck you!”

He immediately felt the sharp needles of pain around his neck, arcing through his body. His hands went to his collar as he sank to his knees, gasping for air. He clawed at the collar, trying desperately to pull the thing off, to stop the pain. He bent over at the waist, his head touching the floor. A low moan finally escaped from his throat and the pain disappeared. He panted, gasping for air. Slowly, he sat back on his heels and stared at her with eyes full of hate.

“You belong to me. You will obey me, pet. I’ve been far too lax with you. You’ve been ignoring my rules and it stops today. You will be punished today for your bad behavior over the last few days. If you learn your lesson well you will only be punished today. If, however, you are slow to learn, you will be punished again tomorrow and the next day and the next, for however long it takes. Do you understand?”

He stared up at her, refusing to answer. She pressed the remote again and pain tore through him. He grabbed at the collar and stared up at her. Sweat beaded across his body. Finally, she released the remote and his hands fell away from the collar.

“Do you understand?” she asked again.

“Yes,” he hissed.

“Yes, what?” she demanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” he ground out.

“That’s better.”

The door opened and Cree stepped into the room. She handed the remote to him as he passed something to her then she walked around Conner. Leaning over him, she pulled Conner’s hands behind his back and quickly tied his wrists together. She smacked him hard on the ass.

“Sit up,” she demanded.

He sat up, moving off his legs. She kicked his knees further apart and ran the rope she used to tie his wrists together between his legs.

“Don’t move,” she warned him then walked around him to stand in front of him. She slowly knelt down and grasped the rope then used it to tie around his balls and cock, separating them. He fought back a groan as she tightened the rope around him, pulling it hard through his ass crack. When she was finished with the rope she turned back to Cree. He handed her a black zippered full-face mask. She pulled it over Conner’s head and zipped it into place. There were eye holes and holes for his nose so he could breath but the hole where his mouth should be was zipped closed. “You will spend the day with me while I work and receive guests. You will remain on your knees throughout the day.” She held up the long end of the rope tied around his cock and balls. “This is your leash for the day.” She gave it a gentle tug, drawing a grunt from him. “Do you understand?”

He mumbled a reply that was barely audible through the mask. She smiled down at him and patted his head.

“Good boy, pet.” She turned from him and started out of the room when Cree opened the door for her. He had no choice but to follow since she still had a firm grip on the rope that was now attached to his prick.

Moving forward as quickly as he could on his knees he followed her from the room. He watched her hips sway as she walked ahead of him down the long hall to the elevator. While they rode down three flights in the elevator she played idly with his nipples. When it stopped and the doors slid open she stepped out, tugging on his leash. She led him to an exquisitely decorated office where she planted herself behind a large oak desk. He was relieved when she sat down realizing that meant rest for him. She worked quietly at her computer for several hours then finally turned to stare at him. Her right hand reached out to tweak his nipples.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about piercing these,” she murmured as she pinched his nipples.

He looked up at her with horror in his eyes, trying to lean away from her touch.

“Would you prefer I pierce something else?” she asked, her hand snaking down his body to grasp his cock.

His head shook savagely from side to side while he mumbled wildly behind the mask. She stared down at him in silence for a moment then laughed gaily, drawing her hand back up his body, raking her fingernails over his skin lightly.

“You’re such a baby, pet.” She glanced at her watch then turned her attention back to him. “It’s almost time for my visitors to arrive. We’re having company for tea.”

He moaned through the mask. She ignored him as she got to her feet and tugged on his leash, leading him toward the door.

“Come along, pet.”

She led him down a short hallway to a luxuriously furnished sitting room. Crossing the room, she chose to sit in a tall, high-backed arm chair. He sat back on his heels and waited, wondering what would happen next, remembering the last time she had guests. When the doorbell chimed he jerked noticeably, drawing a light chuckle from her.

“You really need to calm down, pet,” she commented lightly, locking his leash around the arm of the chair.

Cree entered the room with a striking blonde woman on his heels. Val rose from her seat and met the woman halfway across the room. The two hugged warmly for a moment.