He was a busy man. He didn't like having to micromanage his staff and, especially, his sub, Darcy. He acknowledged that she was very young, naive in some regards, and free-spirited; a good girl in most cases, but every so often became ornery and acted out when she felt neglected. Again, he was a busy man. But his schedule was going to soon allow more breathing room. And after an incident where Darcy thoroughly embarrassed herself and him, he felt their relationship was in need of some restructuring. He decided it was time to look at other means of training her to be the obedient and compliant sub he needed when his work picked up again.
"Sit," he said when she entered the study. She complied easily enough. "Let's talk about the other day."
She couldn't help but fidget. "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't know you were going to have guests over for dinner."
"I know you didn't. It's not something you’re privileged to know. What I’m angry over is that you disobeyed a direct order." He sat back in his chair and watched her eyes drop to her lap. He knew she was sorry, and he had in fact punished her quite brutally after his dinner guests had left, but sorry won't fix her defiant inclinations the next time. "What did you think would happen when you decided to start strutting around upstairs when I specifically told you to stay in your room in position 6?"
"I just got bored, Sir. I'm sorry. You had left me there since morning and I needed to move." She looked up at him hoping to find some leniency. She was sorely disappointed. The bruises on her ass were still darkening, even two days later and she was worried where the conversation was leading.
"I see." He looked her over. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and skinny jeans. No socks. She was cute but he didn’t need cute. “Why are you here?” he asked.
Her eyebrows scrunched, not sure what answer he wanted. “To be your sub, Sir.”
“That’s broad stroking. Why are you here for me?”
She searched her memories for any prior conversation that went over this. “I…I’m here to submit to your will.”
He was growing irritated by her. “No, Darcy. You’re here to make my life easier. You’re here to help mainstream my day and offer me a means of release after working tirelessly.” He sternly stared her down. “Have you been making my life easier? Have you felt that I am relaxed in the evenings after I have spent time with you?”
She wanted to say yes but…he was far from relaxed with her, even after hard fucks and harsh beatings. “No, Sir,” she answered quietly.
“How do you propose we fix this?”
She began to wring her hands together. “Whatever you feel needs to be done, Sir.”
“Good answer.” He got up from his seat and walked over to his minibar where he poured them both two fingers of whiskey. “I’m going to restructure your duties for me. It’s become obvious that you need more guidance, more structure and much more firmness so you learn once and for all that you are not in charge. I will get you to the point where disobeying me will seem abhorrent.”
He walked over to her and handed her one of the glasses. He could tell from the small tremble in her hand that she was nervous, uncertain, about the changes that were about to happen.
“You’ve been my sub for nearly nine months now and looking back, I realize much of this is my fault. When I took you on, my work schedule was incredibly demanding. I did not give the time to properly train you so that you could fully serve me the way I expect. I am rectifying this as well as making sure you won’t break orders again.”
He was still standing over her and he took her entire jaw in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. She was growing more and more scared. She had wanted more attention from him, but she also realized early on that he could be a sadistic bear, one to never poke. Had she known bringing out the bear is exactly what would happen, she would have never moved from her position.
“From now on, your days will be laid out for you. You will have daily and weekly chores. You will have weekly maintenance punishment sessions. You are not allowed to cum unless I give you explicit permission and don’t bother asking.” He watched as her eyes slowly grew wider. He has been working too much. He didn’t realize how much he missed taking subs down. “Finish your drink.”
He released her jaw and helped tip her glass so she had to gulp the liquor. She spluttered for a moment as he took the empty glass from her and set his down as well. Then he wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck and took control. He pulled her out of the chair and brought her to her knees. He sat in the chair now. “The only piece of furniture you are allowed on is our bed. I catch you on any couches, sitting at the dining table, sitting in the library and I will punish you by making you stay on all fours until I feel you’ve learned.”
He was pressing his fingers into her neck just enough to start causing pain.
“But, Sir-”
He swiftly slapped her face. “You are no longer permitted to speak unless directly asked a question,” he said with a menacing lilt.
She was reeling from the slap. He’d never hit her face that hard.
“Are you starting to realize the door you opened?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Every morning you will wake up with me and suck me off. We will then shower. Once out of the shower, while I am doing my morning routine you will kneel behind me and eat my ass.” He saw the horror in her face at this. She hated eating ass. And honestly, he didn’t get too much out of it. But he knew it was a tool against her. He could easily grow to enjoy it if it meant putting her in her place, making her a proper sub. “When I’m done you will have exactly ten minutes for your own morning routine. You will then come to me and I will insert your butt plug. You will be required to wear one all day, everyday from here out.”
She was shaking now and any fidgeting she did only made him apply more pressure to her neck.
“After you have your plug, I will tell you what you will wear when you leave the house. Inside the house you are no longer permitted clothing unless I have decided. You will wear high heels in the house from now on. Once I have established your wardrobe you will come downstairs and make our breakfast. Every meal we have together, you will be kneeling at my feet and I will feed you. Any meal you have where I am not at home, you will eat on the kitchen floor.”
She was trying to hold back tears now. This was so much change all at once. Was this what she wanted out of their relationship?
“I see what you’re thinking, Darcy, and I will assure you that part of my job is to make sure you succeed. I will help and correct any failings. The entire reason I am having to have such a gross overhaul of your role to me is because I have not been there for you. I am now. Do you trust that I will help you be the sub I need?”
She understood what he was saying, but she was still hesitant. She loved him. She had never said it, and neither had he. Was their love worth these new rules? She wanted to be his everything. Was this how she became that? She had to at least try. “Yes, Sir, I trust you.”
“Good girl.” He let go of her neck and reached over his desk for a paper with a weekly spreadsheet. “This is what your days and weeks will look like from here on out.” She took the paper and looked it over carefully. “After I leave for work, according to whatever day of the week it is, you will follow this. Be happy, I let you decide what order some of it is,” he said with false enthusiasm and she knew it. “Mondays you are required to dust and polish all surfaces and clean the windows. Tuesdays you will, sweep, vacuum and mop all the floors. Wednesdays you will scrub the bathrooms from top to bottom. Thursdays you will wash, dry, fold and put away all laundry including the bedsheets. Fridays you will deep clean the kitchen. Are you following all this?”
Darcy looked up from the paper and swallowed. “Yes, Sir. Umm.” She looked unsure if she should risk asking a question. This was a good sign.
“I will give you time to ask questions when I’m done. There’s a lot more to go over.” He picked up his glass of whiskey and took a tentative sip before continuing. “Every day of the workweek you will exercise a minimum of ninety minutes. Every day when I arrive home you will greet me in the foyer and ask if I would like to inspect your body and the house to confirm you have done your chores. Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays you will be required to cook dinner and have it ready by six. On Tuesdays and Fridays, I will choose a take out. When we have finished eating you will clean the table and dishes. When you are done you will come to me wherever that may be. I will gag you for the evening and you will sit at my feet unless I give orders otherwise. On any day I get to work from home, after breakfast you will commence your chores as though I leave for work, however, when you have completed them, you will come to me and ask if I would like to empty my balls in you.”
Her breathing was growing heavier with every new rule.
“At bedtime, after our night routines, you will have ten minutes of free speech. You may make any grievances at this time, ask for adjustments in your upcoming day or simply tell me how your day went. After those ten minutes I will require another round of fucking. When I’m finished you will clean my cock and then hold me in your mouth until I fall asleep. Only after I have fallen asleep are you allowed to rest beside me.”
She had sunk lower and lower on the floor, staring at his shoes and slowly wrapping her arms around her body.
“I know it sounds like a lot but after a month or so it will all be second nature. With this schedule and careful correction from me, and a new tool, you will blossom into the sub I expect. Now, that is the restructuring part of your role. What are your questions? This is the only time you’ll really get so be thorough but don’t waste my time.”
He loved what he saw when she looked up at him just then; a girl trying to come to terms with her new reality.
“Umm, this is a very strict schedule. Am I still allowed to visit with my friends? I usually go jogging in the morning with them.”
“Is that after I leave for work?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then I think you’ll need to jog later in the day.”
She fell a little at that. And he loved her body because she jogged so much.
“Darcy, look at me, is jogging with your friend as important as you wanting to be the very best sub you can be for me?”
“No, Sir,” she said sadly. She wanted to be perfect for him, but she struggled with letting go of the few friendships she was able to maintain since they got together.
“How about we revisit this in one month? If it seems you would benefit more as my sub by jogging in order to stay healthy and attractive versus the morning routine I have laid out, then I may reconsider.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she said with hope. “What will happen if I’m not able to meet one of these rules? Or complete something?”
“Why would that happen in the first place?”
“I would never do it on purpose. I just… what happens if dinner isn’t ready at exactly six?”
“If dinner is not ready by six, then for every minute it is late you will receive a strike with the belt.”
Her lower lip betrayed her with a small quiver.
“Would you like me to go over the consequences of any failings for your new rules?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Alright then. I’ll start from the beginning, if you fail to satisfy me with the morning blowjob or ass eating, you will spend the day locked in a muzzled cock gag. So be generous with your ass eating because it could very well be the only thing you get eat until dinner.”
This time her tears became real and she tried to quickly wipe them away. He stopped her and wiped them with the pad of his thumb. This was a different kind of crying than he was used to. Normally when she cried it was from physical pain. But this… she was crying because she realized how much freedom she had, and how much she was about to lose. His cock stirred with a new kind of bloodlust.
“If you resist the plug or anything I have chosen for your days outfit, you will wear nipple clamps until I tell you to remove them. If you fail to make breakfast or fight me on feeding you I will lock your hands in mitts. It’s a slippery slope from there so be prompt with breakfast and always open wide when I feed you.” He plucked the paper out of her hands and looked at it. “Mondays: If you fail to dust, polish and wash the windows to my expectations, the feather duster will be jammed up your ass and I will accompany you to any areas I deem needing more work and you will clean it properly only using your ass or your mouth. Tuesdays: if I do not find the floors to be clean enough I will put you in armbinders and you will clean the floors with a rag and your nose until I’m satisfied. Wednesdays: If the bathrooms are not sparkling, you will be my toilet until they are and then you will eat your dinner off the floor. Thursdays: if the laundry is not completed, things still need to be folded, ironed, steamed and so on, I will put you in strict hobbles until they are done, then the rest of the evening hogtied. Fridays: if the kitchen is not spick and span, I will rub hot sauce on your cunt and asshole and you will not receive dinner. Any time you fail, on top of the punishments I just stated, you will take fifty from the flogger.”
She was full on crying and he hadn’t even done anything to her yet. He had little sympathy.
“If you fail to meet the required ninety minutes of exercise, I will make you do another ninety minutes, all of it doing jumping jacks, squats and push-ups naked right in front of me. When your ninety minutes are complete you will then spend the rest of the evening hanging on the cross.” He sat back and enjoyed the view of her below him in every way. “At bedtime, you will not hesitate in servicing my cock until I’m satisfied and if you fall asleep before I do, you will spend the following five days in a chastity belt and I will exclusively use your face for fucking.”
“Please, Sir, this is all so much.” She looked at him pleadingly. “I will be a good sub for you but this takes over everything.”
“That’s the point. It should have always been this way and the shock you are going through is partially my fault. It will be a difficult transition but I have full confidence you will learn very quickly. And, Darcy, you need to realize that it can get much, much worse.”
“But, Sir-”
“Do you want to live in a chastity belt? Do you want your nipples pierced? Would you like a fat bull ring in your nose? Would you like me to share you with all my friends every time I host a poker night? Maybe you’d like to experience being spit-roasted? How about three cocks at once; I’ll make sure it’s my largest friends? Would you like to be anal only? What do you think of spending every Sunday strapped down with the fucking machine going full blast in your ass? What do you think, Darcy?” he was being extremely harsh now. These were things she had said she had no interest in. They weren’t on her hard limits list though, he knew this. But she had said if it was something he really wanted; she would be open to at least trying it.
She was beside herself. She was watching her entire world get turned upside down. “Will this really make you happy? Will this make me what you truly want?” she whispered.
“Almost.” He got up then, and went around his desk to retrieve something out of a drawer. When he returned he opened his hand and revealed the object. She stared in horror at what was obviously a shock collar. “All of this restructuring of your daily routine is indeed to help you be the sub I need, the sub who makes my life easier. Not harder. And you will indeed become proficient. You will learn there are consequences to not meeting my expectations. This will guarantee you don’t even consider disobeying me.”
“Ss-Sir,” she started, her voice losing volume and confidence. “Please, no.”
“No? Why, Darcy?”
“A shock collar?”
“Yes, a shock collar. Don’t worry, it’s only temporary. Like I said, it will ensure your obedience and once I feel certain that I have your total submission, I will release you from it.”
She was crying again. She could handle pain but this truly frightened her.
“I will set up a timer on the collar. From the moment I leave for work, you will receive a shock every thirty minutes.” He had grabbed her and pulled her toward him. She resisted only until her hair was yanked. Within a minute the shock collar was locked around her delicate neck. Her hands came up to feel the thin but sturdy leather and the small box that would administer her obedience. A remote appeared in his hand. “It will feel like this.”
It was sharp, but then radiated in a fierce cramping sensation. She cried out and doubled over to the floor. He smiled.
“You will feel that every thirty minutes while I am at work. After two weeks we’ll review your progress and if I feel you have earned it, I will change the frequency to once an hour. Does that sound fair?”
She was breathing heavy on the floor. Her throat felt raw. Slowly she brought herself up and looked at him. “Sir, I want to be your everything. I want to make your life seamless and enjoyable. But I don’t know if I can’t handle this kind of pain. Please reconsider.”
He leaned over so his face drew closer to hers. “I believe you, honey. I believe that you want to be perfect for me. And I also believe that you don’t know if you can handle this pain because you have never tried. You will try. And then you will succeed. Think of what you and I will be a year from now.”
She had nothing to say. Her mind was overflowing with insecurities and fear and a desire to leave this whole thing. But deep, deep down, she could acknowledge an ember of determination too.
He watched that ember spark into a wildfire, all that heat for him. “There’s my good girl,” he sincerely praised her. “Now come closer, I need to empty out in your mouth.”
She set out to work and it was by far the most blissful blowjob she had ever given him. Afterwards she rested her head against his thigh, licking her lips every now and then before making a decision.
“I love you,” she said and looked up at him.
“Of course, you do, Darcy.”