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A cool breeze blew through the window and made the loose fabric of the curtains billow out.  The strength of the wind was enough that they almost touched her feet, suspended as they were in the air.  She was hanging there, a bit loose so that the breeze blew her a bit as well.  The soft rocking motion added to the effect of having her head lower than her feet.  She would be buzzing and have a slight headache.  Already I could tell she was limp from the experience. The body was nearly broke but what about her will? We would need to see.

I stood up slowly and deliberately, allowing my weight to bear down on the wooden floor.  It released a slow moan that managed to catch her attention. I saw her eyes dart in my direct as she had not known I had been sitting there. I smiled and took a few steps closer, stopping to linger by the table where I kept the toys. Grabbing a chain that consisted of two chains with clips on the ends that became one, I continued my approach to where I could easily reach her.

Her eyes, shadowed by fear, watched me the entire time.  Her mouth did not move for by now she knew better than to speak or cry out, but her eyes spoke volumes. I could see goose bumps arising on her skin as I placed one and then the other clip one each of her breasts.  I did so gently, but last moment as they closed caused her to suck in air.  When she did I would stop and look down at her, ready to punish her for any sound. She managed, barely, to hold it together.

Clips and chain attached I moved back a few feet, the single chain in my right hand and I sat down on another chair.  I watched her for a few moments and she arched slightly to try and see me.  I smiled at that and pulled the chain.

Her cry was part moan of sexual arousal and whimpering of pain.  She hated it and she loved it just as she was learning to both hate and love me.

“So shall we begin again?” I tugged the chain and pulled her closer. There was her cry again. “Tell me about the party.”

She gulped. Her voice was listless. “Master Logan, I went to the party.  I did not say anything!” Poor girl was out of her wits but I had to keep the pressure up. It was for her own good. I yanked the chain harder.

“Liar.” I said quietly after her cries had subsided. A few hours ago she probably would have used her safe word and I would have let her leave. Then though, she thought she could beat me, thought she could top me from the bottom and reveal what a ‘loser’ I was to everyone.

At the munch a lively discussion had been started about who was ‘real’ and who was fake and I had been informed that Cammi here had said she “knew I was a poser”. Of course she denied it and I offered her a challenge. I counted on pressure from her peers to make her give it a go. I had offered her the chance to do a scene with me and if she still felt I was a poser, I would leave the group.  If not, then she would have to let me pick her outfits for the next month. Every outfit.

You see submissives like Cammi don’t have Masters or Mistresses because they have this idea of the perfect handsome man with his golden wallet and five hundred years of experience as a Dom.  She feels she is an elite submissive who needs an elite Dominant. Elite is of course, a matter of perspective.  This elite well heeled child had figured she could take anything I could dish out.

“So, liar, what did you say at the party?” I had put her through some early paces, a few mind fucks, a spin or two.  Then I had offered some suspension.  Every step along the way I made sure she was consenting and confidently she did.  By the time her will was broken and it had not taken long, she no longer wanted to use her safe word. She was afraid I would leave her broken and she was afraid of her own desires. Like a child she cried but Cammi did not realize the child was gone, soon to be replaced by the woman she could be.

She gulped, looked back at me. “Master Logan, I never said those things.” Her lip was trembling. She was not trying to beat me now, she was trying to avoid admitting she had hurt someone she now wanted. It was sweet but ultimately it was a mistake. I did not pull the chain instead I set it down and walked to the ropes.  My hand reached for the one that would release her.  I saw her eyes go wide.

“Sir?” I stopped and looked down.

“You win Cammi. I was going to release you.”

She gulped. “Sir.. Master Logan… I…”

I looked at her. “Yes?”

“I did say you were… “

“I was…?”

She began to cry. “I said you were a fat poser, Sir…. I… I’m sorry.”  It had taken eight hours.

I looked at her for a long time and then went back to the toy table and grabbed the paddle and my favorite crystal.  Coming back to her I looked down at her and brought the paddle down on her thighs.  She jumped.

“Apology accepted, Cammi.” I hung the crystal above her head and her eyes locked on it. “I want you to count with me Cammi. Every paddle, we are going to add one to count. Keep your eyes focused on the crystal.”

“Sir?” She asked, eyes fixed on it.

“Yes?”

“How…many?”

“That is up to you Cammi.” I was inside of her now, my head was in her head. She would ask me to stop when she had fully surrendered and not before.