Accommodation isn't about power and it isn't acquiescence; it is about connections of affection and regard. The rules to their submission and dominance are simple: she is polite...
WACK!
She speaks when she spoke too...
WACK!
And she will obey his every command.
But leading to a relationship like this takes considerable time... And events to run into the arms of someone like her Dom. Bullying, domestic violence, all of these have littered her life. So much so that she had gained a talent from it. A true doormat if there was one and used by anyone who sought to abuse her... Except for her Dom. For every moment he saw of her weakness, never using but caring for her. To feel bliss in someone's arms instead of suffering and scorn was an addiction. An addiction that she would toss away her own self being for the sake of.
For the Dom, using and teaching is something of escapism for himself. The idea of quintessence Ultimate was something within himself was exhausting. The hounds of the Upper-Class gathering and wanting his attention for the sake of his name was truly wearing thin. He saw the fun in challenges when he was learning to be supreme. That was more fun than being. Maybe that's why during a study session, a swift search online led him to an article. The idea of BDSM, changing someone into your own toy that wouldn't abandon or mislead you. The breaking and reconfiguration mind was something that interests him greatly... Now he has a willing participant.
The breaking process was tiring but short, brutal but mindless. It was the reconfiguration that was more fun. The submissive begins a journey of rediscovery with each new date they took on. The hardest and first step was trust, the trust of boundaries that was for both, broken entirely by people's manipulation. For both, trusting one another was a difficult task, nigh impossible but even impossibilities can be feasible with time. Six months it took before the trust was there. The first step was reached but more needed to be done. However, the beginning of a journey started with a single step as the echo of his submissive's moans and whimpers bounced from wall to wall. Her collar jingling as he reached around and grasped her neck softly. Her smooth and supple skin beneath his cold fingers. Her feminine body grinding against his masculine one. Through the darkness of the room, only illuminated by candles as the stainless black paddle was dropped from the bed to the floor. He couldn't help but growl softly, the feeling of her erotic juices dripping down her bandaged thighs before she spoke.
"K-Kamakura-San, please forgive me... Am I a good girl now?"
The Ultimate Hope's eyes swept over the body of the Ultimate Nurse. His crimson eyes swayed like flames fanned by the breeze, flashing their brilliant reds to the sun, burning up the afternoon in their radiant glow. He spoke softly as the candle's glow began to dull.
"Yes, you are a good girl~"