Authors Note:

This story is written as dialog. I wanted to try this after a discussion on one of the writers forums.
I will, in the future rewrite it filling in all the scenic and direction parts.
This one is different in method. It depends on you, the reader to use your imagination to fill in the details from clues in the spoken dialog.

Hopefully, I will have done my job of putting words to paper well enough to make your part easy.

This is a very dark story. It has a seed of my past in it.

I witnessed a teen mother slap her three year old daughter, for no reason that I could see. The child was reaching quietly towards her mother to be picked up and held. To my eternal shame, I didn't say anything, to her, or anyone else.

This story started as my fantasy of how I would have LIKED to respond. And grew from there.

When you see three asterisks, (***) they indicate that time has passed. They are also markers for me to place scenery in my future rewrite.

Words enclosed in asterisks (*Ring*) indicate unavoidable scenery. Sounds, mostly. The example here is of a phone ringing. I intend to keep such at an absolute minimum.

Please, let me know how you think I did, in writing this at: the scribbler AT live DOT com
Yeah, you have to remove all the spaces, and use the correct symbols. Thank the creators of SPAM for that.

Remember, to the best of my ability, it is all spoken dialog, and no descriptions of what is going on or scenery.

The Scribbler

Taking Theresa

©2009 The Scribbler


"Why won't you choose me? I bring you all those other girls, and you take them. Yeah, not all of them, but, more than half."

"Theresa..."

"You think I don't hear them screaming in ecstasy? Almost every night? I do. I hear them. I want to feel that good. I want YOU to make me feel that good."

"Theresa, stop."

"Why should I? Or do you mean I should stop bringing you sluts to fuck until they can't stand it any more?"

"If you wish..."

"What I wish is that you'd give me a try."

"You have no idea what you're asking. You really don't want to know. Trust me on this."

"But why them and not me? Just answer me that."

"Okay, I will. First, they are all eighteen, or older. You are just seventeen. All of them that I chose were by themselves. No close family, no boyfriends, no girlfriends. You still live with your mom. None of them have any kids. You have a beautiful three year old daughter. Every one of them is submissive. I am not sure what you are, but, submissive is NOT the descriptor I'd choose. I haven't known any of them longer than they were here. I've known you and your family for years. I think of you as a friend. If I thought of them at all, it was as a toy."

"Theresa, those women, every one, are slaves. If they weren't when they came to me, they were when they left. It really isn't about great sex."

"Oh bullshit, they..."

"Theresa, you are pissing me off. Do NOT interrupt me again.

"As I was saying, it isn't about them enjoying good sex, because, frankly, I just don't care if they get off or not. They are learning how to get a guy off. Or a girl.

"Most of the screaming you hear is NOT from orgasms.

"Then there is you.

"Yes, you, Theresa. Do you think I've forgotten the things you did after you ran away? The drinking? The drugs? Hooking to pay for what you needed?

"How many men and boys have had their naked dicks in your pussy? Your mouth? Your ass? You have no idea, because you were a party girl. A -what's the word?- Fly Girl, you called it. Have you ever found out who Adrianna's father is? I didn't think so. Well at least that means he's never been in the prison system.

"I know you've had the blood tests, and that they say you are clean. I don't trust them any more than I trust you. And since I don't trust you, I can not choose you.

"Now, it's time for you to go home. Think about this, though. I think you just need to find a boy your age, and get laid. Nothing serious, just friendly sex.

"Now get, your daughter needs her Momma."

***

*Ring*

*Ring*

"4287"

"Don? It's Margaret."

"Yes, Margaret, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"There's no pleasure. Theresa's gone nuts! I told her it was her turn to do the dishes, and she started screaming at me, and breaking them. When Adrianna got scared and started crying, Theresa hit her. She went down into the basement, and I locked her in. She's threatening me and cussing me. She just won't listen. Can you come over?"

"I can, but is that the best decision?"

"I think so. I don't want the Sheriffs here. This would be her third arrest."

"You know my methods. You know I'd have to take her."

"Yes, I do know. Maybe I'm wrong, but Theresa needs to finally learn that her actions have consequence. I never thought I'd hear myself say it Don, but someone needs to take her. I think you'd be the best for her. You care about her. Better you than the Sheriffs."

*Sigh* "That's true, but there won't be any safe words this time. You and I only play at it. There are no safe words when I'm breaking a slave to the collar against their will. It can get ugly. I want you to understand that."

"I do understand."

"Do you also understand that this may be permanent? That if I break her, she'll never be the same person again? I can't do this half way, Margaret. If I do this, Theresa will always be a slave. There would be no going back.

"Margaret?"

"Don, I know it's a terrible thing for a mother to say, but, right now, she's a danger to us. And to herself. Adrianna is going to have a bruise on her face, and anyone that sees it will know it's from a hard slap. The only other choice would be to call the sheriffs, and she'd go to jail for domestic battery. The last time she was in court, they told her she'd get maximums from then on. If she goes back to jail, I'll never be able to let her back again. She'd hate me like she hates her father."

"You have all the papers you'd need to take care of Adrianna?"

"All of them, yes."

"Okay, I'll put a kit together. You get Adrianna ready to go out. Take her to the mall for a movie, or something. Take your cell phone with you. I'll call you when it's okay to come home. Be ready to leave when I get there. About ten minutes."




*Knock, knock*

"Don! Thank You, Thank You for coming. I didn't know what else to do but call."

"Where is she?"

"Still in the basement. Still raising hell."

"You have Adrianna ready to go? Oh, crap. Theresa really clobbered her. I'll call your cell after I'm done here. You might need to stay with your sister tonight. I'm going to make Theresa clean up the mess, here, before I take her home. It might take a while."

"I already called Ronnie to make sure it would be okay. It's handled. She wanted to come over here and beat Theresa. I told her you were taking charge of it, and she said, 'good, now Theresa might learn to behave.' "

"You and your sister are good people. Give Veronica my love. Save some for yourself, and Adrianna, though."

"Margaret, You know this is hard for me, but I need you to not come over to my house, until I say you can. If she sees you too soon, it will give her hope. Hope is the hardest thing for me to take from her, and it is essential that I take it, or she'll go right back to her old ways as soon as she can. I'll have to kill her personality. That's what makes this so hard. I love her, too, you know."

"I know all that. I know it's hard for you. It's hard for me, too. If I can think of anything better to do, I'll call you. But I do believe you are her last chance to have anything to do with me or Adrianna. Please, don't stay away from me, though. Even though I can't go over there, you can come over here any time. I always like having you. "

"Time for you to go, Margaret. I can't make any promises. I'll call you, when we're done here."

***

(Muffled) "Open this fucking door. I'm gonna kick you ass you fucking bitch! I'm going to ream your ass with broom handle. I'll break your fucking knees you fucking cunt! Let me the fuck out of here!"

"Get away from the door."

(Sudden silence)

"Don?"

"Get away from the door."

*Clickclick... Sqeeeek*

"Oh, shit. MOM!"

"She's gone. She won't be back for a while. Until I tell her she can, actually.

"She called me, you know. She told me what you did.

"You've been a bad girl."

"Oh, shit, ohshitohfuck what are you doing? Stay away from me! Just stay the fuck awa... Get your hands off me! No! STOP! Don't do... NO! Don't tie... Untie me! Let me loose! Ooomph! (Mummmamamm!)."

"Theresa, you've brought this upon yourself. You are more than old enough to know that bad behavior brings punishment. You seem to have not learned that, yet, so it is up to me to teach it to you. I will be the one punishing you, also. No jail for you this time.

"I'm going to put this collar on you, and the leash. With this collar, I am taking control of your life. I am taking responsibility for all your actions. You will no longer have a choice in anything. I will determine what you do, what you eat, when you will sleep. I am now in control of every aspect of your life. Therefore, I will be instructing you, teaching you, how you are expected to behave. You will learn to act in the manner expected.

"The significance of this collar, is that you are now my slave. You are property that belongs to me. Mistress Margaret asked me to take control of you, and I accepted you. Yes, I said Mistress Margaret. She is no longer your mother. You are a slave. Slaves don't have mothers. Slaves don't have names, either, so I will be addressing you as Girl. it isn't a name, just a description. Slaves are not persons. They are like a dog. Owned, and the owners responsibility. Like dogs, slaves need to be house broken, and trained to be useful. Like I said, Girl, you brought this upon yourself, by your own actions. What you will be going through is what you had asked me to do, before. You said you wanted it, and now I've chosen you.

"On your knees, next to this post. I'm tying your leash so you will be still, and then I'm going upstairs to evaluate how much mess you made."

***

"Damn, but you made a mess. It's going to take you quite a while to clean it all up.

"Now, pay attention. I have a few rules for you.

"My name is Sir. Not Don, not asshole, none of the the things you will want to call me. Sir. That is the only name you address me by.

"You will only speak if I tell you to. You said some terrible things to your mother. You said them to hurt her. Therefore I am forbidding you to speak unless I give you permission. That's one of the reasons for the gag. To remind you to be silent.

"I'm cutting your clothes off, because you are not allowed clothes. clothing is a privilege you haven't earned. When you ARE allowed clothing, you will only wear what I choose for you.

"Above all else, you must obey. You are to obey me, your master, or anyone else, as long as what they tell you does not contradict something I've instructed you to do. Failure to obey, is what you will be punished for. Wether by omission, or commission, it all comes down to failing to obey.

"Most punishments will be spanking with either my hand or or an implement of my choosing, based on the level of your disobedience.
Other punishments will include tight restraints and bondage, withholding food, water, sleep, or other privileges, and pain. All punishments will be very painful to you. I want you to learn what I have to teach you. Pain is the most effective means to motivate you to learn.

"There will be plenty of more rules for you to learn, and I will tell you what they are as the need arise. Here. Let me unhook your leash. Stay on your knees.

"Another rule. And a punishment of the withhold privileges variety.

"You will not have an orgasm unless I tell you to. When I do tell you to cum, you will.

"Yes, little slave, I see the defiance in your eyes. You will learn, that I never do things half way. Keep that feeling as long as you can. It will be gone long before I'm done with you.

"For your first punishment, I will be using this strap. Later, you will have to count the strokes of your punishment. Today, I will leave you gagged, and keep count for you.

"Before I start, I will explain what you did wrong, so that you know what behavior to avoid in the future.

"You broke the dishes Mistress Margaret asked you to wash. You spoke harshly to her, saying things with the intention of hurting her feelings. You were so out of control that Mistress Margaret was forced to lock you here in the basement, and call me. This interrupted my lunch.

"For causing Mistress Margaret to call me, and the damage and mess you made, fifteen stokes.

"For interrupting my lunch, ten strokes.

"For acting in a manner that forces me to take charge of you, against my will, twenty five strokes.

"In doing these things, you frightened Mistress Adrianna. When she cried, instead of comforting her, you struck her face.

"You struck that beautiful, trusting child in the face, when all she wanted from you was a mothers comfort.

"You struck her so hard, that thirty minutes later, her face still had a bright red hand print across it. I know that she will have a bruise for at least a week.

"For striking Mistress Adrianna's face, fifty strokes.

"That makes one hundred strokes of the strap. I wonder if you'll live through them? Hope I don't lose count, I'd have to start over."

***

"... one hundred.

"There, all done. You did well. You only passed out once.

"Shh, shh. All done. Come on. We need to get you cleaned up. Can you stand? I don't want to carry you, it would be more painful on your welts. There you go. We'll get you a drink of water in a moment.

"I know it hurts. Shh. First, a drink, then a bath. Yes, you stink. You shit and pissed yourself. You'll have to clean that up, too.

"Here we are, let me get you a glass. Shh, shh... No, I'll hold it. Are you going to be silent when I remove the gag? I hope so for your sake.

"There. No, just littles sips. If you gulp it you'll just make yourself sick.There you go. Yes, it's okay to cry, as long as you be quiet. More? Here you go.

"Now, let's get you a bath. Come on, you have to keep moving, or you'll stiffen up, and it will just hurt more. Come on. There's the girl.

"Stand here, while I start the bath.

"I have to go get something. I want you to stand here and not move until I get back. Understand? Good. Remember,obedience is a lot less painful than disobedience."

***

"Good girl. Here, step into the tub. Take my hand, I don't want you to slip. No, don't sit. Stand facing me. Spread your feet. A little further. Good. Don't worry. I won't let you fall. I just need to put this spreader on you.

"Turn a bit, so I can reach your cuffs. There, Now, bring your hand in front of you. Now, hold your hands up so I can tie them to the shower rod.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle as I wash you. With all the welts on you, I'll wash places you'd avoid. I have done this before, you know.

"Wow, this shampoo smells good. Do you like the way it feels, me washing your hair? Yes, it feels good to me, too. And your skin feels good, in spite of the welts. At least I didn't break the skin anywhere.

"There, all clean. Now, I'll let you loose from the shower rod, and you can have a good soak. Sit down, now. Yes, I know it's hard with the spreader. You can do it. There. Here's some bath beads. Smells like Mistress Margaret. I'll have to remember to tell her I used some. Yes, the water is hot. It will ease the aches."

***

"Did you have a nice soak? Feel better? Good.

"Now, you have quite a bit to do. Yes, you have to clean up the mess you made.

"Come on, stand up. Hands up, so I can dry you.

"Now, I'm going to remove the spreader, and put hobbles on you, so you can walk. Then I'm going to remove the handcuffs. The ONLY reason I'm removing the cuffs is because, I want you to finish cleaning the house quickly.

"See this? It is a quirt. This is what I'll be using on you if I feel you aren't moving fast enough."

***

"Well I'm surprised. You did a VERY good job. And quickly, too. I'm pleased.

"Now, let's get you ready to go. Open for the gag. Now, hands behind you. I'll use leather cuffs from now on. Steel would cause damage, because of how long you'll be wearing them.

"Off with the hobbles, and on with your leash. Your place is two steps behind me, but your leash should never get tight.

"Ah, I see the question in your eyes. Yes, it's cold out. Yes, someone might see you naked. I don't care. You are a slave, and slaves don't have clothes, unless their owner says so. I told you that before. Now, let's go."

"Close the door. Thank You. Now, kneel here. Spread your legs. A little more. Good. Notice how far apart your knees are? That is the proper distance, so that your pussy is on display. Now, cross your feet. Sit back on your feet. Now arch your back so that your tits are sticking out. Not that far. That's better. Now, bow your head, while keeping your back arched. You should be looking at a spot about a foot in front of your knees.

"This is your basic position. If I say the word "Position," without any modifier, this is the pose I expect you to get into. You will stop whatever you are doing, set down whatever you are carrying, and drop into this pose, right where you are. Immediately. Speed is more important than gracefulness. You'll be taught how to move gracefully later.

"Let me remove your leash. It will always be hung here, on this hook, unless it is on you. I tell you that, so if I tell you to go get your leash, you'll know where it is.

"Now, lay forward. Rest your forehead on the floor. This is your supplicate position. If your hands are not cuffed behind you, your arms should be extended over your head, with your fingers interlaced and held off the floor about six inches.

"This is the pose you will use if you need to ask me a question. If I am willing to hear you, I will say, "Is there a question, slave?" You would then return to your basic position, and make your request.

"If I don't want to hear you, I'll say, "No," or, "Not now," or something similar. Then you would return to your basic pose and remain silent.

"Now stand up, and follow me.

"Move up to the table. Spread your legs, now, feet just over shoulder width apart. Good, now, lean over and rest your body on the table. Slide back just a bit, so your thighs are not against the edge. If your hands were free, you would be grasping the edge of the table next to your legs.

"When I say, "Punishment Position," this is the position you will assume at whatever table is nearest. This is the position you will be receiving most of your spankings. If you are not gagged, you will ask for each stroke by number. You will stay in this position until I say, "Your punishment is finished." Then you will say, "Thank You, Sir," and return to your basic pose to receive further instructions.

"Position.

"A little hesitant, but we'll work on that.

"Now follow me, and let me show you around the house. You've never been anywhere in here except the living room."

***

"This is the kennel. And this is your crate. If I give the command, "Kennel," you are to stop what you are doing, set down anything you may be carrying, and run into your crate and close the door. Don't lock the door, though. I might have to call you out, and if the door was locked, you wouldn't be able to come to me.

"Hmm... Let me remove your gag. Is there a question, slave?"

"Sir, I..."

"STOP!

"First, if you are allowed to speak it must be quietly and with deference. Second, there is no "I." You will refer to yourself as "This slave." Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Better. A little softer voice. We'll try again. Is there a question, slave?"

"Sir, this slave needs to use the toilet."

"Very well, follow me.

"My, my. You really did have to go. Ah ahh, I'll clean you. Let's go to the kitchen. You can wash the dishes, while I fix dinner."

***

Nine months later

***

"Is there a question, slave?"

"Sir, this slave has a question, but must explain. May this slave speak freely, sir?"

"You may."

Sir, Thank You.

"Sir, when you took this slave, she hated you for it. She hated you because you were correct in saying that she was out of control. This slave is glad you took her. This slave has learned so much from you. This slave finds it hard to understand, now, how terrible a person she was. This slave wonders if she might ever be allowed to apologize for the manner she treated Mistress Margaret, and Mistress Adrianna.

"This slave has come to understand what it is to be a slave, and because of this slaves status, this slave feels required to inform Sir that this slave has gained an asset that she has hidden from Sir. This slave feels that this asset is very valuable, and requests that she be allowed to keep it."

"What asset might that be, slave?"

"Sir, this slave loves Sir. This slave understands that she is not allowed to have any thing as she is but property herself. But this slave begs that she be allowed to keep her love for Sir."

"I must think about that. Kennel."

***

"I have to leave for a while. I'm not locking your crate. Stay unless you have to use the toilet. Return as soon as you're done. "

*Knock knock knock, knock*

"Don! Oh, my God! How've you been? How's Theresa? My God, Come in, come in!"

"Margaret, good evening. Please slow down a bit.

"Hi, Adrianna! How is the big girl? Come, give me a hug. Have you been a good girl for your grandma?

"Yes, and you're four, now. You're growing so fast, Princess! Are you all ready for bed, then? I'm sorry for interrupting you.

"Margaret, if you like, I can put the kettle on for tea while you put Adrianna to bed."

"That would be good. Everything is still in the same places."

***

"Don, I've missed you so much. Please tell me everything is okay."

"Margaret. You and Adrianna are looking well."

"Thank You.You look good, too."

"I'm okay."

"Don? Theresa?"

"Margaret, Theresa no longer exists. I killed her. I watched the lights in her eyes die, as I killed her just as surely as if I'd cut her throat. The person in that body now, isn't Theresa. She's a slave. And a good one. She hasn't needed to be disciplined on over a month. Yet, this evening, I've come across a problem with her that I have no clue what to do about."
*Sigh*

"What, Don? What problem?"

"I think it's something like Stockholm syndrome. Not thirty minutes ago, she told me she loved me.
She told me that her love for me was a thing of value, and that she knew that she was not allowed to have anything. She begged me to allow her to keep her love for me.

"My problem is, I've loved Theresa from the day I moved here. She was, what, seven that year?"

"Ye-e-s, that sounds right."

"She came right over and started carrying boxes, and the only thing she asked was, "Where does this go?"

"Don't get me wrong, here. I didn't want sex with her. I thought she was a special person. Just like you and Adrianna are special. That's why I spent so much time helping you find her when she ran away at thirteen. I only wish we'd found her sooner. But then again, we wouldn't have Adrianna, if we had.

"Margaret, I still love her. Even though she's not Theresa, any more. Even as the almost perfect slave she is, now, I love her.

"But, now, I can't keep her."

"Oh, Don. What will you do?"

"I'm hoping that you will take over responsibility for her."

"Would that be for the best?"

"I don't know. And my uncertainty is the problem."

"What are the choices we have?"

"You take her, back. As her Mistress. Or I market her to another Master or Mistress. I don't know who, though."

"Can we free her?"

"We could, but I doubt she'd be able to deal with it. She's a slave, Margaret. Damn me for it, I did the job too well, this time. Her expression of love for me is the first initiative she's shown in three months. If you want to try and free her, you'll have to do it very carefully. You'll have to be ready to take back control at any given moment... I don't think it would work. She most likely will never will be like she was."

"Would you help me, Don? Would you help me keep her straight?"

"Yes. Yes I would."

"You said, "almost perfect." What do you mean?"

"Margaret, She's the perfect slave, as long as you don't include sex. She's had no sexual training what-so-ever."

"You mean you haven't had sex with her? Why would you do that? That's normally the biggest part of training. You taught me that. And why the hell didn't you come to me for relief? I need it too, you know."

"When I took her, I told her that her actions were because she was horny. That she only wanted to get laid. That she wanted to have sex with me. Then I told her that it would be a long long time before she had sex again, if ever. I told her that she wasn't allowed to masturbate, and that if she did, she would be beaten. I caned her three times, for masturbating. The last was six months ago. There was still a bit of Theresa left, then. I Told her that she wasn't allowed to orgasm unless I told her to. My not having sex with her, or anyone else, for that matter, was ... A self imposed punishment for me taking her in the first place. Now, with her saying that she loves me, well, like I said. I'm uncertain what to do. A master can not be uncertain. That's just not fair to the slave. And I'm sorry for depriving you. I should have thought more about your needs.

"One thing I AM certain of, is that we can't continue the way we are."

"Don, can I ask you something personal?"

"I guess. I could always refuse to answer."

"If she wasn't yet a slave, or if she was, but belonged to another Master, trained just as she is, what would you want to do?"

"I'd want to finish her training, and then offer her the choice to go or stay. And pray that she stayed."

"And if all that came true, what of Adrianna?"

"I'd raise her as my own, but in my own way. I'd train her to be a top, unless she showed strong submissive tendencies."

"But you'd take Adrianna into your life, and home?"

"In a heartbeat."

"What if I didn't want to let her go?"

"Margaret, I wouldn't fight over her. That would just make things worse for all of us."

"Okay. One last question. How do you feel about me?"

"I've loved you, Margaret, since the first time I met you. I can see the wheels turning. What are you thinking?"

"Okay, some of this I've been thinking about for a while, now. Some of it I'm making up as we go along.

"We live next door to each other. Our garages are both attached to our houses. They are what, ten feet apart? What if we put up a tall privacy fence between the garages, then build a breezeway between them. The world thinks we have separate homes, but we live together."

"Why would you want to do this?"

"Because I love you too, you goof! We both know I'm submissive, just not very submissive. You are a strong dominant. You are just the kind of man I need, and most importantly, I trust you not to exceed the limits we agree to. You never have in the past. I miss you coming over to play with me. I miss having sex with you. I miss having you in my life."

"Wow. Margaret, I've missed you, too. You are good for me. You give me balance. Okay, let's think about this. I like it. It's almost too good to be true. And that scares me. Let's do it this way. You list the positives, and I'll list negatives. We'll discuss it, and then switch."

"Seriously, Don?"

"Yes, I'm taking it serious."

"Good. Shall I make some tea?"

***

"Well, you look like you've been waiting for a while, Margaret. Shall I list the negatives I see, first?"

"Please."

"Okay. The biggest for me, at least, is discovery. Same as it's always been, but it could mean more exposure. It would also bring the authorities down on you, in addition to myself.

"Please correct me if I'm wrong, but you seem to be saying you want me to sleep here, with you."

"My preference would be that you live here, yes."

"I can't do that while I'm training a slave. I have to be there. Some things require an instant response. That's why the kennel is next to my bedroom. Training slaves is what I do, and it is not a nine to five job.

"That's my biggest issue, by the way. The only other issues all just go back to being found out. How your friends might react. What if Adrianna's teachers find out, when she starts school, that kind of thing.

"So, your turn. Rebut and positive.

"Don, you're not thinking clearly. You are way too tense. Before I start, would you please, PLEASE tell me to suck you off?"

"You remember well...What if Adrianna wakes up?"

"If she does, so what."

"You are correct. Very well, STRIP! MOUTH! Ah, you do that so well. That's right, pleasure me. Can you still take me into your throat? Ooh, yes, very good. HANDS. I'm going to fuck your face. You WILL swallow my cum. Go ahead and pleasure your self. Pinch your nipples. If I had nipple clamps with me, you know you'd be wearing them. Rub your clit. That's right. I'm getting there. I want you to cum when I do. Ah! That's... Ah! Now! CUM for your Master!

"Whew... Thank You Margaret."

"Thank YOU, Sir. Don, you taste as good as I remember. Better, even. Are you feeling better?"

"I hate to admit it, but, I think I needed that."

"Good. I'm glad for both of us. My turn, now?"

"Yes, it is."

"Shall I dress first? I'll admit, I feel comfortable, now..."

"We're already playing? Then, POSITION, slave!"

"Is there a question, slave?"

"Yes, Sir, if you please. First the positives for you, for me, and for us."

"For you, Sir, I will be here to stand jigger for you. I'll always have your back covered. Your being here would give you credibility. That would tend to reduce the chance of discovery.

"I can lend assistance with training when you need it. You won't have to rent a slave to train girls to pleasure a woman. Nor would you have to send your girls off to a Mistress. It would all be here, and you'd have complete control.

"Anyone asks, your house is your office. You are a writer, and when you are writing, you can't stand having anyone else around.

"Your clothes would be cleaned, and your meals prepared, even when you don't have a slave in training.

"I'd be a permanent sub, for you, but never a slave.

"Now, for me, I'd have serenity in my life. I know I can depend on you to give me direction when I need it, on those occasions I'm confused.

"I'd receive the sex and games I need. That I've missed since you took Theresa.

"With you in the house, I'd feel and be safe. Adrianna would have an excellent father figure. And yes, that falls under the heading of "For me."

"Safety, serenity, satisfaction, love. I would get all that. What more could I ask for?

"And finally, For Us.

"All of the above, plus security of place. We would show people what they expect to see,and they will tend to not look any deeper. This would tend to discourage questions about our lifestyle. Any of our special friends come over, or we host a party, it can be at your "office."

"Now, rebutting your negatives.

"My last thought pretty much covers discovery. As we go along, we can further reduce exposure.

"Response time. That is a simple answer. Move the kennel into Theresa's old room. It's next to mine. Ours, if you accept. You could even cut a doorway between them. All training would be next door, but you and the trainees would sleep here.

"Yes, Adrianna would see. She would see how a Dom acts. That would tend to steer her towards being a top.

"And finally, Theresa. Or whatever you name her. I still love my daughter. I always will. I know what you said, about her personality, but that might not be such a bad thing. We can help develop her new one.
"Are you going to give her a name?"

"Yes, I'll be naming her Terri, probably tonight."

"Terri, then. I think you should complete her training, both for her, and for you. After she is fully trained, we, and yes I mean we, keep her. Not as a total slave, but as a deep submissive. I don't think we should ever tell her about safe words, though. I don't think she'd be functional outside this kind of environment, either, and she is our responsibility.

"We can let her love, and feel loved. She can be trained to be a good mother for Adrianna.

"A final point, with you staying here, your house could be remodeled into a complete training center. You know you could charge much higher prices for training than you do. Dianna told me what you charged. With my help, you could even train two or three slaves at a time. And you can build a real dungeon in the basement, for parties.

"Your thoughts?"

"I think I'm all excited Margaret! This could work. It really can...

"All of it except Terri.I'm afraid I've gone so far with her... I just don't know. I've talked with other training Masters, John in England, Mikhail in Russia, others. They all tell me that I must continue to give her what she needs, to reach her goal. That's the problem. The goal I had set, when I saw Adrianna's face that day, was to destroy the ego called Theresa. I've done that. I saw the lights in her eyes, the defiance, the hope, all that was Theresa, flicker and die at the end of the lash. The person who was Theresa is dead and gone. Lately, this past month or so, I've seen something, or rather, someone else flicker into being, in her eyes. That person professed that she loves me, today. And I still don't know if that is a good thing or not.

"Part of who I loved in Theresa, was her early independence. Her sense of adventure. Her "I can do that," attitude. I don't ever recall seeing her being rebellious, until after she spent that summer with her father, right before she ran away.

"I can finish her training, no problem. But, you are still thinking that I have your daughter over there. That's not who she is, now. If we try to bring her back, and we do it wrong, the damage would be terrible, and probably irreparable.

"Thinking back, Margaret, I'm almost sorry I took her. I know I'm sorry I broke her."

"Don, don't beat yourself up about it. If you hadn't taken her that day, the only other option I had was to call the Sheriffs. They would have arrested her, and she would have gone to jail. Not the detention center. Jail. And after she got out, she'd have been so hardened, that I would never let her back into my house, nor let her see Adrianna.

"I'd probably have sold this house and moved.

"Let's try to give this new person a chance. Maybe we'll like her. Maybe the new Terri will make a good mother for Adrianna. No matter what, she's our responsibility. Yours for taking her, mine for asking you to. We both accepted that at the time.

"May I come over and meet her?"

"Yes, that's something we have to do. But, first, we need to define our relationship.

"Margaret, just what exactly do you expect of me? Please, don't misunderstand, I know what I want. I need to know what you want, and expect."

"It's simple, if you think about it. You will be my Master. All the limits we used in the past would still apply, except that you'd stay here, instead of leaving at the end of the evening.

"I will be your willing sub, always available to you with one exception.

"That will be the only new rule, or limit. Adrianna's best interest must always come first. And I have final say on what her best interest might be.

"I'd like you to teach me to be a safe Top. That way I can help you with slave training, and not damage or hurt the trainees. I don't really WANT to dominate any one, but there are times you need a female Top to bring home a lesson. Like Dianne did for me. For us.

"I'd also like another safe word. "west wind" means a full stop, and no restart. You'd be gone, maybe forever. I don't want that.

"I need a safe word that means stop now, for a while, and we'll play more later. Or that I can use when there is something else I MUST do, for example, take care of Adrianna. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, yes it does. Damn, Margaret, we should have done that, years ago.

"Okay, how about this for safe words. Yellow, and red.

"Yellow, is for while we are playing, and means I am pushing you too hard. We will pause, and discuss what's happening.

"Red means Stop and release, if we are playing, or, don't start, wait, if we haven't started yet. I may ask why you used a safe word, but I probably would notice what I'd missed, as soon as you said it.

"West wind would still mean the same thing as now. Stop, and never start again. "

"Don, I hope I never have to say that. It would mean that you'd lost my trust. The games we play, once trust is lost, it never comes back. You taught me that in the beginning."

"I would hope you stopped me well before I ever reached the point I lost your trust."

"You are a good Top, Don. It should be easy for you."

"Anything else? I see no objections yet..."

"Don, I want you to understand, I am not looking to trap you, or marry you. Nothing like that.

"Don't get me wrong, If you ever ask me, we'll be married long before the anesthetic wore off.

"I want to share your life, and you share mine. I want us to sleep together, unless there is a reason not to.

"I guess what I want is what most women want. Security. An ordered life. Knowing that she doesn't need to face the inevitable crisis alone.

"And love."

"Margaret, I love you. There will come a time, when I will willingly anesthetize myself. I don't know yet, just when that will be, but unless I totally screw up our relationship, that day will come." *Sigh* "Like I said, you give me balance. And a sense of peace. Now, shall we go next door?"

"Yes, but do you want me entering your house as a slave? Or a Mistress?"

"Which would you prefer, Margaret?"

"Isn't that the wrong question? Which would be better for Terri?"

"Hmm... Get dressed, Mistress Margaret."


"Well, there she is."

"My God, Don, I'd forgotten how beautiful she is. Especially when she's sleeping. "

"I have to wake her, to toilet her. She hasn't used the bathroom, since about Noon."

"Will my being here humiliate her?"

"If it does, that's okay. Just be quiet, and follow my lead.

"Oh, Margaret, I have to tell you. She probably won't remember you."

"WHAT?"

"Shh! Remember. For the last nine months, I've been effectively brainwashing her. I destroyed her personality, and a new one has come into being in its place. You were a part of the old one. The new personality might not know you.

"She does still have some old memories, though. She asked to apologize to you for her actions, back then. Let me open the door, and we'll go from there.

"Girl, Present!

"Very good, Girl. Time for your toilet. When you finish, draw me a bath and prepare to attend me. A light massage, only, tonight. Now, go."

"Yes, Sir."

"Margaret, did you see? She does remember you! This is looking better and better. Maybe I didn't kill her after all."

"Don, I have to go. Adrianna could wake up any time. And if I stay, I'll break down and cry. That wouldn't be good for any of us."

"I understand, dear heart. The things we talked about. Did you really mean them? Or was it a ploy to get in here?"

"I really mean them, Don. Everything."

"Then let's do it."

"YES!"

"I'll make breakfast for you in the morning, and we can start moving things around!"

"I'll be there. Your cooking is better than mine. I'll probably bring Terri with me. I need to start training her how to act in places other than here.

"I know you'll be okay, but will Adrianna? Or would it be better for her to go to Veronica's for a few hours?"

"Adrianna will see sooner or later anyway. It might as well be now.

"Oh, shit. Veronica. My sister WILL find out."

"Invite her over tomorrow. We'll put Ronnie to work. As for Adrianna, I bow to your grandmotherly logic."

"You just want to tie Ronnie up and force her to give you a blow job again. Though it is funny how she cums with you down her throat. So it's a plan."

"Okay, I'll see you in the morning. Give me a kiss."

"Mmm. I have to leave now, or I won't be able to, at all. See you, love."

"Love you, bye."

***

"That feels very nice, Girl. You have learned well, all I have taught you so far. Now it is time for new lessons. But before we begin those, as a reward for how well you have done, I have decided to name you Terri."

"Oh! Thank you Sir! Thank you!"

"Now, Terri, did I tell you to hug me?"

"No, Sir. This slave is sorry to presume."

"Better. Give me a hug."

"Thank you, Sir! This slave is glad that she has pleased you so much. This slave just hopes she can do as well in her new lessons. Thank you for naming this slave. She will try her best to deserve being named. Oh, Sir, This slave is so happy!"

"Come to my bed, now. We will see if you can please me some more. This will be the next part of your training."

"Sir? Please, Sir! This slave is frightened because she doesn't know what to do. This slave doesn't know how to please Sir."

"Terri, relax. I know that. I'm your Master, and I have not yet instructed you. How could you possibly know what to do?"

"Please, Sir, this slave just wants to pleasure you. Please show this slave how to bring you pleasure."

"I will, sweet slave.

"I will."

Author's Afterword.

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I'd like to take a moment to express my sinceer gratitude to Orblover, for taking time out of his busy scedule to offer suggestions, Thanks, Orb. Now get back to R&L NiS!

Edited by Turbo. He did what he could, but, I'm still responsible for the mistakes I put in.