Love Me Tender

Chapter 10 (Jay) - I'm Not as Bad as You Think

I threw the unwanted food out before finishing up the dishes. It was a beautiful day; I gazed out the window ruminating on why Jenny didn't appreciate anything I had done for her. Maybe I was being too sparing, fooled by her outer appearance as a fragile little woman.

Suddenly I heard a loud clatter coming from upstairs. I simpered, glancing upwards for a brief moment. What was she doing? I was curious; I wanted to observe her frustration. I genuinely thought that she would be a good kitty for me and just put on her fetish lingerie, her cute little kitty ears and tail, and her unchaste collar. When would she realize that she couldn't escape; that she was only making this harder on herself?

I stood in the kitchen, nonplussed with my arms and legs folded and my body pressed against the kitchen counter. Madii was never like this. In fact she was completely opposite - incessantly obedient and importuned me to punish her. Just the thought of her was enough to make my face go crimson and give me sweaty palms.

After a few minutes the banging stop. Thinking back to the shower earlier this morning, it had just dawned on me how much Jenny bore resemblance to Madii. Dammit! -I lost control back then. Although she wasn't here she still had control over me. She existed at the back of my head; appearing anytime I didn't want her to. Why?...Why couldn't she leave me alone?

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It was a cold day in February. I sat in the back seat of my car when a young personable woman caught my eyes. She was pacing down the street in black heels and a black suit with her hair blowing in the wind; but to me she was moving in slow motion. I had not seen her before, but yet it felt like I knew her from somewhere. Maybe it wasn't her; maybe that familiar feeling was Madii now that I look back on it.

"Al, pull over." I instructed. Albert was my personal driver for days when I had to commute to other locations that wasn't my building.

"Are you sure? You're already late for your meeting, sir."

"Don't question me, Al. This is important." I sat up in my chair, observing her as she made her way into the cafe. I wish I had my camera. I guess this would have to do? I thought while pulling out my iPhone from the inside of my jacket. I continued to peer through window of the cafe, adjusting myself accordingly just to see her purchase a cup of coffee through the crowd and through the print on the glass - 'Luxurious Cafe Come In and Enjoy was written in arc; dark red text and --- font.

"Al....she's perfect." I exclaimed, biting my lower lip. "Al?"

"You said not to question you, sir? But, miss Lui?" Lui at that time was a business partner. We sometimes met outside of work, it was nothing I considered serious - she was just a sex slave. That day I was on my way to Four Seasons Hotel for a business meeting with her.

"Of course not." I waited for Jenny to exit the cafe. At the exact moment when she would open the door and face directly towards me, I would take a picture of her. "This girl." I pointed out to Albert, like a kid showing their parents what they wanted for Christmas in a toy store.

"I see, sir" he replied.

Just then my phone rang - it was Lui. "Let's go Al," I rejected the phone call then messaged her that I would be there soon. As the car moved forward I looked back at her as she got further and further away. Eventually the only image I could see was the one on my iPhone.

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Soon I was finished with our meal. It was lunchtime, 12:07pm, and I hadn't visited Jenny since I left her this morning. I hope she enjoyed her time out, locked in a room with no way to escape. I had managed to change all the windows and seal them shut within the previous months.

Of course I knew there was a possibility that she wouldn't immediately submit the day I met her. This was a challenge for dominants. Secretly hoping that the person they fall in love with would love them back for whom they are; would they stay or leave? Or would they change their preference for you or not? And even if they found someone to share their lifestyle - Would they ever be able love them on a deeper level? In this case the dominant would have to choose. But I don't like choosing. The only choices I make are my own and I have made my choice.

I ate first before taking Jenny's food to her room. I remembered lasagna being one of her favourites; I smiled.

"Hey kitty." I opened the door to the bedroom to see Jenny dressed in her full costume for today - almost. "I'm glad you finally decided to be a good girl for me."

Her pupils widened like the little kitten she was, as I approached "No!" I glowered, waving my index finger infront her. "Not yet. You forgot something." I placed the food on the chair before heading to my bedside drawers. Jenny had dared not touch that plate without me.

"Bend over." I commanded pressing the lubricator onto my fingertips. "You're funny, kitty." I smiled and her enticing body with a slight grin on my face. It miffed me every time Jenny took more than two seconds to respond. Why couldn't she just say 'Yes Master' and so what I wanted?

"Bend over, Kitty." I suggested once again in a much milder voice, she stared at me with this jeering expression on her face. I grabbed her hair quickly ramming her head into the mattress then jamming the buttplug into her ass.

"You'll be fine kitty." I whispered, stroking her hair at towards the back of her head, comfortingly. "You have permission to eat now." She stared at me blankly, with water streaming down her face. "Don't look at me like that." I laid the plate on the floor at my feet before sitting on the chair. "Stop crying and eat." She continued to stare at me before I had to grab her leash and pull her to the floor. "Eat!" I shoved her head towards the plate.

"Why do you always make things so difficult? You know kitty. I'm not as bad as you think. I wasn't always like this." Warily she sat on her shin and heels, slowly picking food off her plate. "I used to be just like you. A young, innocent college student who unexpectedly fell in love with an unexpected person."

At no time since Jenny began eating did she make eye contact with me during her meal. Similarly, I did not make eye contact with her instead I leered at her as she expediently ate her meal. Maybe she got comfortable or maybe she really liked the food or just really really hungry. Good. "Let me tell you a story, kitty. Would you like that?" 

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Authors Note (17/08/2016)

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