"My submissive are power, strength, bravery, and most of all they stand beside me willing in their position. You stand as strong as you kneel. Am I clear?" His words, like vows to ourselves he builds submission, not as a position under him by the po...
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My eyes open at the shine of light going through the window. I know where I am, I just don't know if I want to open my eyes to the reality of it. That he found me, took me, held me, had me bare, touched me, made me cum. Had I call him Master.
Master. He called himself my Master. To my body that made all the sense that the events that took place did, but to my mind, I was in a haze. Calling him Master, something so taboo and unforgiving. The word on its own, the power of possession and control that it held as he deemed himself my Master was indescribable, but I didn't shake my head and refuse his title over my body at that moment.
No, I found a state of euphoric pleasure and release from giving that power to him.
Sitting up from my sleeping position I find myself in a queen bed, cream sheets, grey pillows, soft and gentle on my skin. Like sleeping in heaven. The simple black and white artwork cover two parallel walls, a door that would probably lead me outside the room and a blurred glass door most likely being the bathroom.
I see a note on the left bedside table, and next to it two headache pills and a glass of water. I pick up the note "You will have a mild headache through the day. These will help." The note sounds like him when he had been asking me if I was feeling okay. Professional. I take the two pills minding the small headache I did have.
Looking down I find myself nude with the sheets fallen to my waist when I sit back in my position. A knock on the door startles me making me pull the sheet up to my torso, held tight in my hands. The door opens and in walks in a woman, maybe in her late twenties. Her skin was n a fair brown tone, hair in a single low pony, dressed in sheer lace white dress leaving her body exposed. She looks so pure but what caught my immediate attention was the marks on her chest. Bite marks and medium blue bruises that looked like rough love bites over her body like art on a canvas she doesn't shy from their presence.
"Sir has laid some clothing for you in the bathroom for after your shower. When you are done you can have breakfast and a car will drive you home."
Her voice was e soft and timid like her appearance. Hesitant but needed I speak "Where is he?" Her position does not move as she speaks "He had business to attend to. Would you like any assistance getting ready?" Her question is realistically intrusive but she says it so casually "No I will be fine. Thank you." She gives me a small nod and starts to walk out of the room when I stop her "Wait, I didn't get your name."
She looks hesitant and almost surprised but goes on to speak "It's Celeste." Smiling at her she leaves the room closing the door behind her. Looking at the clock I realize that I have a little under an hour to make it to the store so I slip out of the bed. Making the bed after I leave it, I walk to the bathroom door and slide it open to see a grey stone and white accented décor, with a large bathtub and a shower that goes with it.
To my left, I see a hanger, and on it a pair of simple black pants, a white wool turtle neck, a thick black scarf, and a long beige coat to go with the beautiful outfit. Along with it, a pair of red bottom ankle boots. When did he get all of this?
