He took a few deep breaths, not knowing how she would react. They weren't in a scene. He didn't have to worry about punishment here. This was his office. His domain. That's why he'd invited her down here instead of doing this at her home where they met secretly. He was in control at this office. It was here, behind this desk, while he was master of his own universe, that he felt truly at home. It was here where the idea had first crossed his mind. So it was here that he would broach the topic to her. "I want… to be a Dom," he said, trying to steel himself to display power and determination in front of her now.

He was nervous. She could see he was nervous. He didn't cover his emotions well, though he was obviously trying. But she could see it. So she remained completely impassive as he dropped this bomb on her. She didn't want this. He wasn't ready for this. She would make him back down. She squared her shoulders, crossed one leg over the other, and leaned slightly forward. "You want to be a Dom," she said, the incredulity in her voice evident.

"Yes," he said with a slight waiver. She smirked inwardly. He would never be able to stand up to her. Not after six years. "While I appreciate everything you've done for me Elena, I am a different person now that I was when you brought me into the scene. I demand control in all areas of my life besides the bedroom. And I have come to realize I want to control that as well."

She sighed, her tone of voice a forced nonchalance as she said, "Well, it's not that I had never considered this possibility. Not to say I am happy about it. So tell me, what is it you see when you close your eyes and imagine yourself as a Dom?"

He was surprised, and his face showed that clearly. He expected more of a fight from her. More something. But she wasn't giving him anything.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean," she said, standing up, placing her hand on his desk, and leaning forward, clacking her long blood red fingernails on the hard wood beneath her fingers, "Exactly what I asked. Don't make me ask again Christian."

"I…" he stuttered, feeling the guilt wash over him at disappointing her. Her eyes bore into his as she said these words and he felt the heat of failure creep up his neck. "Mistress, I-" he said, shaking his head, his eyes downcast onto his lap for a moment before he took a deep breath and they shot back up to meet hers. "Elena," He cleared his throat, his voice deepening slightly. He stood then, so that she wasn't towering over him anymore. Of course, he was taller, so he was looking down on her now.

She felt her heart jump. He stood up. She was towering over him, staring hard into his eyes, and he stood up and met her eye to eye. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he was serious about this. "I am 21 now. Almost 22. I want this. I'm sure of it. What do I picture?" He closed his eyes, imaging the scene. "I picture a petite woman. Pale. Brunette. I picture her blindfolded. Hands tied, of course. I picture her on her knees waiting for me to walk into the room and punish her. Please her. I picture myself in control completely. I picture it and it feels like fire running through my veins. I want this Elena. Of that, there is no doubt,"

They shared intense eye contact for a moment longer before she spoke. "Brunettes huh?" she scoffed, dropping back into her chair with a huff. She needed to be playful now. She didn't want to lose him in her life, that much she knew. And since it would appear that he was very serious about this, she would have to back him on it rather than fight him on it. She stood to lose too much if she lost him. All this time invested couldn't be for nothing. So she would have to be his friend for this part, not his Mistress.

"Brunettes do something for me. I'm not sure what it is. But they just do it for me," he shrugged, taking his seat again, reading the room and taking on the friendly tone.

"Well I'm not dying my hair," Elena chided, followed by a cackling laugh.

Christian's face screwed up into a look of confusion. "What do you mean?"

She smirked, leaning forward and taking his hand across the desk. "Oh darling Christian. It's going to take a lot of training to turn you into a Dom. You can't just become one. I can help you. I can teach you. First, I'll scene with you. Then, when you're a little more knowledgeable and comfortable in that role, I'll introduce you to other women who can sub for you. I can get you into the clubs and get you lots of practice. I'll help you find subs suited to your specific tastes."

"You'd do that for me?" he asked, in awe of her. This woman… she had done so much for him over the last half dozen years. But this was more than he expected even her to be able to handle.

"Oh Christian," she said, coming around the desk, and pulling him into an embrace. "Of course! People like us- we need to stick together. You need to learn so, so much. From how to conduct yourself with confidence and authority in the bedroom, to how to properly use the tools of the trade. You need to learn a lot. We both know you already know how to please a woman," she winked, "But now you need to learn how to punish one. And you can't trust just anyone out there to teach you. You are a young, handsome man on the rise in the business world. People will be looking to take advantage of you and manipulate you to get what they want while hurting you in the process. But me? Christian you already know you can trust me. So who better to teach you than me?"

Christian gave her an appreciate smile. "Thank you so much Elena. I didn't even think about a lot of that stuff. I want to make sure I do this the smart way. You're right, there are many people who are out to hurt me. I would happily accept your help with this."

She nodded, her face displaying concern and understanding. "I'll take care of you Christian. Haven't I always?"

"Yes, Elena. You have."


They'd just come from dinner where she'd treated him for his birthday, which wasn't actually until tomorrow. But he had plans for a family dinner, as usual, on his actual birthday, so Elena had request to take him out tonight. They'd had a lovely meal, shared as friends, when she'd asked him to come into her home for a 'surprise'.

"I've got a present for you, pet," Elena purred as she led him into her home, closing the door behind him.

But Christian resisted, pulling back from her. "Elena, you are not to address me as 'pet' anymore," he spat the word like it was a curse. His eyes turned stone grey as his jaw ticked with anger. They'd been at this for three months now. Elena had been his exclusive submissive for three months and was getting tired of her subtle power plays over him. She always brushed them off as mistakes, but he knew that Elena made no mistakes. She was far too deliberate and calculated to have so many misspoken words. He had learned a lot from her, that he couldn't argue. In such a short time, he had become a master of masking his emotion. He was quite competent at wielding a plethora of tools and instruments of punishment and manipulating ones of pleasure to bring a woman to her sexual breaking point. Tomorrow he would be 22 and he wanted to be done with his sexual relationship with Elena. A fresh start as a Dom. She had taught him so much, and he would forever be grateful for everything she had done for him over the years, but he knew he needed to move on.

"Oh Christian, I'm sorry. It's nothing more than a force of habit!" she dismissed per usual. Elena hadn't been oblivious to the fact that Christian was getting frustrated with dominating just her. She'd hoped she would be enough, but she quickly learned that she just wasn't going to be what he wanted, no matter what she did. It ate at her in the worst way that even though she was a willing submissive with no limits that he still wasn't content with just her. She could feel that any day now he would break the news that he wanted to branch out. So she had worked as quickly as she could to find a submissive who met his physical criteria, so she could keep him under her thumb before he went looking elsewhere. She needed to be involved in this process. Even if it meant training and supplying the woman Christian was controlling in the bedroom. "Come, please. I have a birthday present for you." Her eyes were twinkling, and he nodded, following her to the living room. Tonight he would tell her that they were done. He would ask for her referral to the local clubs, and he would move on to hone his skills on other women so he could truly become a master at his craft.

He expected them to take a seat on the sofa, but instead she passed by it and headed to the door that led to her dungeon.

Christian halted immediately. "Elena, I was going to wait to tell you but I think it's best—"

"Oh just come here Christian," she insisted with a stamp of her foot. "For old time's sake, just listen to what I am telling you." She turned on heel and pushed the door open, leaving him to follow. He could sense her irritation, and he didn't want to upset her. He needed her influence to get into the clubs.

He sighed in frustration, running his hand through his unruly hair before following her. Maybe one last time wouldn't hurt. He walked through the threshold of the open door and froze. Elena was standing behind him to his right, back against the wall, a large grin on her face.

On the floor in the center of the room was a petite brunette with alabaster skin. Her long hair curled down around the midline of her breasts, caressing the tips of her little pink nipples. She was on her knees, her hands bound in front of her at her wrists. She had on a black blindfold. And he could see full luscious lips wrapped around a ball gag. The gag hadn't been part of his fantasy, but everything else had been perfect, just how he'd imagined a million times. He felt his cock twitch but he withheld his groan, as Elena had taught him. Immediately he felt the electricity in the room. He stood a little taller, raised his chin a little higher. His gaze changed in some way that couldn't be explained by words, but the difference in his stance and demeanor was noticeable.

Happy birthday indeed.

"She's for you, dear," Elena said quietly in his ear. "I have been training her to your specifications, but only for the last month or so. She is new to the lifestyle, so she will not know if you make a mistake. She is for you to get your feet wet. Use her to learn, Christian. Make her yours."

Mine, he thought, feeling the sense of intense power coursing through him now.

"What's her name?" he asked, his eyes not leaving her body.

"Anastasia."

"Anastasia," he repeated, loving the way it rolled off his tongue. "What are her limits?"

Elena let out a little sigh. "She has more than a few. Here's the list. She's new, so bear that in mind, Christian. She's still working through a lot of the nuances of the scene. I think she'll be more willing to do more as time goes along, but it wasn't easy to find someone who met all of your physical desires. And that seemed to be what you focused on in your fantasy. Not what you did, but how your sub looked. So I tried to oblige."

He nodded. Yes. This was all true. At this point, he did care more about her looks, because it was something he'd been desperate for. He wanted to fuck and flog someone who looked exactly like this, down to the deepest part of him, but he wasn't sure why. He had plenty of time to find a woman with the look and the appropriate limits to satiate his needs. But for now, this is exactly what he wanted.

Elena handed him a folder. Inside was a copy of Anastasia's limits, both hard and soft. He immediately noticed gagging on the soft limits, and wondered why Elena was pushing that one, but the thought left his mind as he scanned the rest of the list. Most, if not all, of the harder BDSM things were on here. But she was willing to be tied up, spanked, flogged, and fucked (but not anally), and that was all he needed right now.

He quickly read the list of the limits out loud, then in a commanding voice, asked, "This is a list of your limits, correct Anastasia?" She nodded. "And you trust me not to waiver from this list?" Again, she nodded. "Good. How will you safe word to me, Anastasia, since you are wearing a ball gag?" The girl held up her bound hands to show she was holding a key ring with Elena's playroom keys on it. She proceeded to shake them, paused, then dropped them before picking them up. "If you want to warn me you are reaching your limit…?" he led. She flicked her wrist quickly in order to shake the keys loudly. He nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "And for me to stop immediately?" She held out her hand and dropped the keys on the floor in front of her. "Very good, Anastasia." She picked up the keys and put her hands back in her lap, holding still once more.

His fingers found the knot on his tie, then deftly pulled at it to loosen it enough to pull over his head and toss it aside. "She's perfect Elena. Perfect," he growled gruffly, watching as the girl's back moved ever so slightly with a shiver. Was it one of anticipation? Arousal? Intimidation? If he was lucky, it was a combination of all three.

"I'm so glad you're pleased, Sir," she whispered. "I would like to stay in the room if it you are okay with that, just in case you need me. But I promise I will not make a sound unless you desire me to, Sir."

"Yes. Fine. Good," he grunted quickly, waving her away. He wanted all of his focus on Anastasia now. But having Elena around in case something went wrong- since both he and the sub were relatively new to this… It wasn't a terrible idea. "Now. Anastasia. You are not to move unless told otherwise, do you understand me?" She nodded. "Good. Stand." He wanted desperately to get started.

She did as told, immediately standing, head down, legs about six inches apart. He approached her, reached out, skimming a finger across her collarbone, down the side swell of her left breast, across her hip, to the top of her pubic mound. She was bare, and that pleased him. Perfect.

Reaching up, he grabbed one of the carabiners attached to the grid on the ceiling up above them. He took her restrained hands and raised them high above her head, attaching the carabiner to her restraint before stepping back to admire her. Her body was flawless. That creamy, gorgeous skin was just begging for a flogging. And he was too willing to oblige. He walked away, going to the wall, taking his time picking out which flogger he wanted to use on her. He wanted this memory to be perfect. He wanted it to last forever. Finally, he made a decision, taking a matte black one off the rack and slowly walking back over to her. He glanced up at Elena only once, and she wasn't paying them any attention as she flipped through a magazine, so he pushed her from his mind again.

With Elena, as a sub and as a Dom, he'd learned extreme control over his body. So he was determined to make this session, his first real session as a Dom, a memorable one. He wanted it to last. He wanted to remember this perfect little beauty bent over before him, taking every inch of him. He wanted to watch her skin turn pink and hot under his hand and under a flogger. But as a Dom, it was his job to take her into account too. So he tried to remember she was new at these things and not to test her limits too much at this point. If he was lucky, he would get multiple more chances with this brown haired beauty.

So, from there, he started to make his dream come true. He rained that flogger down on her pale little body over and over and over again. And she did not disappoint, her skin turning hot and angry. He started on her front, working her body relentlessly until she was pink from her shoulders to her knees. Her flamed skin even matched the pink of her nipples, which after some special attention from his mouth, matched the red on her lips. God, she was gorgeous. When he was satisfied with her front, he began to work on her back. He knew he wanted to bend her over and fuck her from behind, so he wanted to save her back for last so it would be as pink as possible when he entered her.

He worked her over for what felt like hours, and she was amazing. He could see her chest heaving as her breathing increased, and when he crouched down behind her, he was able to see her arousal glistening between her legs. He was even lucky enough to catch sight of a rivulet of moisture trickling down her thigh, which he caught with his tongue and traced back up to the crease in her thigh. But she never moved. He was beaming with pride for her. She was pleasing him immensely, especially for someone with little experience. Elena must have really been working hard with her the last month.

When he was done and she was perfectly ruddy and glowing hot under his touch, he tossed the flogged aside and lowered her arms from the carabiners. Then, still clutching the tether of her restraint, he pulled her over to the wooden bondage post standing in the middle of the room. "Spread your legs and then do not move," he said, watching as she spread them apart about another foot. He leaned her forward with a hand between her shoulder blades, then attached her restraint to the post. Bending over, his fingers found her ankles, then ran up the length of her smooth legs until they were slowly caressing her ass. He ran his nose across the crease where her thigh met her cheek, then brought it toward her sex, inhaling her scent deeply before straightening back up.

He took his time unbuttoning his shirt, undoing his cufflinks, pulling his shirt off and laying it down on the chair next to them. He unbuckled his belt, pulling it from the loops. He folded it in his hands, let silence envelope the room for a few long seconds before snapping the belt loudly. He watched her body intently, and she didn't budge. "Good girl," he whispered gently. He was impressed. Elena had made it seem like she was worried about her ability to follow instruction, but so far she had been nothing short of perfect. "Anastasia, you will come for me, but at the end of the scene. I will come as many times as I deem fit before then. I will let you know when you can come, and only then will you do so. Do you understand?" Another nod.

Unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, he lowered them and his boxer briefs, pulling them from his legs along with his socks. He stood behind her fully naked, running his fingertips down her spine, over the crack in her ass, and down to her core. He couldn't hold back the groan as he felt the heat of her hot, wet core on his fingers. He teased between her folds for a few moments, tracing up one side, down the other, circling her clit gently. She was mouthwateringly wet. He wanted to taste her, really dig in there and taste, her, but he just couldn't wait another moment to be inside of her. So without further preamble, he gripped her hips tightly and slammed into her with full force.

Her strangled cry could be heard from behind her gag, and the tortured sound of it made him pause immediately. Her back arched and twisted as much as her body would allow in this position. Her whole body was shaking and he could tell she was trying to absorb and dispel pain, not pleasure. His eyes shot to Elena in question, but she just kept her eyes glued to the magazine. He watched for her to see if she shook or dropped the keys, but her hand just gripped them so tightly her knuckles were turning white. And Elena had always taught him that as long as a safeword wasn't spoken, it was the proverbial 'game on'.

It's probably just your size. She's tiny. Most men aren't as big as you. She'll adjust. And that was the last he thought about it. If he didn't hear that metal jingle, she was fine, so he continued his assault on her body. Because that was the kind of sex he enjoyed. Hard fucking. There were a handful of times Elena wanted things slow, and as her sub, he of course did that without question, but he wasn't a fan. In his room, that type of sex would never make an appearance.

So he lost himself. She kept her head down, her knees locked, and her fists clenched tightly around the pole and her 'safeword' keys. Her body was writhing and it irked him because he'd told her to hold still. She was disobeying him. But he was also trying to be respectful of her newness to the situation. He couldn't expect her to have learned iron control over her body in a month. Her shoulders were shaking slightly and her abdomen was contracting. He wanted to come like this, and he was fairly certain when he did let her, he would have her come in his mouth. After he came in hers. He felt his excitement grow at his plans. He couldn't wait to have her all those ways. But first he wanted to finish himself this way. So he grabbed her more tightly and fucked with a fierceness he was sure he'd never reached before, not wanting to test her orgasm control too much. He felt himself teeter over his own threshold as he exploded inside of her. As soon as he stopped thrusting, her head dropped forward and her body went rigid except for her heaving chest.

With a groan of satisfaction, he pulled out of her, releasing her hips from his hands, and she immediately dropped to her knees, the keys still clasped in her palm as her hands stretched above her had since she was still attached to the post. "Stand up Anastasia," he commanded. But she didn't move. Didn't drop or shake the keys, but didn't stand either. "Anastasia," he warned again. Slowly he saw her rise on shaky legs. "I think you deserve a punishment for disobeying me, Anastasia. Do you agree?"

He noticed her slightly shaking shoulders and stilted breathing as she nodded her head. "Good." Walking over to the wall, he reached for a paddle and brought it back to her, intending on making her ass so sore she would feel it until next week. He reached to remove her restraints from the post and caught sight of the line of blood dripping down her wrist and halfway down her forearm. "Jesus, what—" he whispered, setting the paddle down and grabbing her wrists instead. He turned them so her palms faced up, removing the keys from her hand and tossing them aside as well. His stomach did a little flip when he saw multiple puncture wounds in her skin from the keys. "What the fuck?" he questioned, half angry and half fearful. Why would she do this? If she was in enough pain to cause this, why wouldn't she have used her safeword? "Anastasia-?" he began to question, looking up at her face only to see tear streaks marring her pink cheeks. He tore the mask from her face and was caught breathless as he stared into guileless blue eyes for only a moment before they hit the floor. They were brimming with tears and cutting straight into his soul.

Suddenly Elena's voice cut in. He'd forgotten she was even there. "Ana, oh my goodness child, look what you've done!"

A choking noise came from Anastasia's throat and quickly Christian removed the ball gag. Immediately she dropped to her knees in front of Elena, fresh tears filling her eyes. "I'm so sorry Mistress. I tried. I wanted to be good but it hurt so badly. I thought I would be okay but it was different that when you used toys on me. He was so much bigger and harder than the toys." Christian was trying to understand what Anastasia meant by what she said.

"Stop talking," Elena spat quickly, her eyes flitting between Anastasia and Christian. If Christian thought anything could make Elena Lincoln nervous, he would think he was nervous right now. "You speak when given permission to do so." Anastasia shut her mouth immediately and dropped her eyes to the floor.

"Anastasia what happened during the scene just now?" He asked. But her eyes remained cast down to the floor and she remained silent. "I want you to look up, not at the floor." She looked up, but found Elena's eyes, not Christian's, and they were spitting all kinds of fire and warning at her.

"Anastasia, today, right now, in this room, I am your Dom and I am asking you a question. I want it answered now. Do not look at Mrs. Lincoln. Look at me." And she did, piercing blue eyes meeting gray head on. Christian felt a sick feeling spread from his stomach throughout his body as he got a good look at this girl without a blindfold or gag obscuring her face. This girl… She looked…young. Like, really young. He really only needed her to be eighteen, but Christian really would have preferred if she was at least twenty-one. Hopefully she was, and just looked younger. Although he hadn't specified an age to Elena. "Anastasia, how old are you?" Christian asked quietly, not sure he wanted an answer.

"Sixteen sir," she replied quietly.

Christian couldn't help the feeling of revulsion that coursed through him. He choked for a second on the air he was breathing. He'd been concerned that she was only eighteen! Instead, she wasn't even that!

Christian pinned Elena with a furious glare. "How fucking dare you Elena?!" he spat angrily at her.

"Oh come on Christian! This is a whole year older than when you—"

"Don't say another fucking word," he hissed, grabbing her by her arm and yanking her from the playroom, leaving Anastasia standing there alone. He was more than aware than he was naked as the day her was born and he spat hateful words at his former Mistress, but he couldn't care less. If there was one thing he'd learned with Elena, it was comfort with his body. There wasn't an inch of him she hadn't seen or touched a thousand times before.

Once he had her out in the hall, he laid into her. "How fucking dare you set me up like this. Letting me unknowingly fuck a sixteen year old! Are you crazy? I trusted you!"

"It's no different than you and me Christian. I'm trying to let you help her the same way I helped you. She lives in my neighborhood. Her parents are fucking worthless. Her father died and her mother pretends she doesn't exist except to berate her. She wants to get out of that home and go to college and live her own life free of the relentless scrutiny. I told her I could help- that I knew someone who could financially support her for a small price. I explained to her in detail what this lifestyle involves and she's okay with it. She doesn't want a boyfriend. She has no interest in boys at all right now. She just wants to get her life back on track. She knows this is a smart way to do so. Like a business transaction. Her words!"

"She's sixteen Elena! This could ruin me! Everything I've worked to create could be gone if she decides to go to the police!" He roared. How could she be so stupid?!

"The girl isn't going to talk! She wants this! Just like you wanted it! She's of the consenting age in Washington. She knows what she wants." Elena said, exasperated. "Plus, I had her sign an NDA."

"A fucking NDA is worthless for a minor without parental witness Elena!" Holy shit. She really thought having a sixteen year old sign an NDA was going to make this right? Fuck!

"Christian-"

"No. No Elena. I can't fucking believe you did this. Now I'm going to go in there and try to salvage this- try to save this fucking mess from ruining my entire life. And for once, just shut your fucking mouth." With that he turned from her and went back into the playroom, finding the girl in the exact spot he'd left her.

She was in tears again, and blurted out a begging apology the moment he stepped into the room. "I'm sorry I wasn't good. It was only because it was my first time. Give me another chance. I would never say anything even without an NDA. Please, I need the money for school- I'll never be able to do it on my own—".

Christian held up his hand to stop her. "What do you mean by 'it was my first time'? I thought you'd scened with Mrs. Lincoln."

"I did. I meant sex, Sir. It was my first time having sex. With a man. Mrs. Lincoln did scene with me, with phallic toys, but it was nothing like that and I—"

But before she could finish again, Christian had Elena pinned against the wall behind her and was screaming in her face. "A fucking virgin, Elena?! Are you out of your fucking mind?" He let her go, starting to pace the room now, running his hand through his hair like a mad man, muttering over and over.

"Would you stop crying?" Elena hissed at her, only for Christian to get in her face again.

"Didn't I tell you not to talk? I swear to fuck Elena, do not yell at the girl! She's just a kid! This is not her fault. It's yours." He took in the sight of the girl again, realizing for the first time that she was still naked. Rushing to the wall, he grabbed a silk robe off a hook and draped it over her. Sixteen, Sixteen.

"Anastasia-"

"Ana, sir," Ana said meekly.

"Anastasia, I am going to write you a check for $50,000. It is not, I repeat, it is NOT hush money. It is simply money I am giving you because Mrs. Lincoln grossly misinformed you of what was to become of this meeting. I am so sorry for what you went through with regards to this situation. I am offering you this money as a way to pay for college when the time comes, since I will not be holding up to the end of the bargain that Mrs. Lincoln promised you. Please, use this money for school, for doing whatever you need to do to better your personal situation. Do not squander it. And please, for pity's sake, never let a man use your body for monetary gain again. I am sickened to think that your first time was with me- here- like this. I'll never be able to apologize enough for that. Please know, had I known, I never would have done any of this. You are a beautiful girl who deserves far better than all of this. Be better than this. Do better than this. For yourself."