I watched as she gave her clit one last tug before resting her hand gently at her side. The sight made my cock twitch, despite the fact that I had come only moments before when my butterfly had reacher her climax.

She lay there panting with the most beautiful smile on her face. I watched as she glanced at the phone. A smiled matching hers spread across my face, knowing that she was thinking of me. I had made an impact last night.

Dialing the number again, I watched as she scrambled, then hesitated before answering the phone.

"That was beautiful, butterfly," I said in a soft whisper.

"Wait, who is this?" She yelled into the phone.

I should have been upset with her words, her tone. It was jot at all sub-like behavior, but something about it amused me and I couldn't help but chuckle. After all, it just meant that I would have more training to do with her. If punishable was what I wanted, she was a dream come true.

She hung up the phone and cautiously walked to the window. I could see her searching the windows in the building across the street. She wouldn't find me. I was there, but my lights were off like hers. And unlike me, she couldn't see in the dark.

After a few more moments of scanning the area, she pulled the curtains closed.

I didn't like that she closed them. I would miss watching her fall asleep, which, although nothing when compared to the rapture of her orgasm, was beautiful in its own right.

Not wanting to miss anything more, I decided to get closer to her. It took me less than a minute to get from my apartment to the empty apartment I had recently acquired next door to hers. It has belonged to a single mother of a four-year-old. When I told her that the apartment had sentimental value to me and offered her ten thousand dollars and moving expenses for it, she was more than happy to relocate across town to rent a small house with a big yard. I knew the purchase was ostentatious, but I had an obscene amount of money, and spending it so that I could listen to my butterfly sleep was worth it.

The penthouse apartment that I had just secured yesterday was also going to be worth it. I planned to go check it out once I was sure butterfly was asleep. Listening closely, I heard get toss and turn in her bed until her breathing finally evened out. Her inability to fall asleep as quickly as she usually did make me smile, knowing I'd gotten her.

When I was sure that she was asleep, I headed up to the penthouse. The elevator doors opened directly into the living room. Walking into the empty space, my footsteps echoed off the dark cherry floor and the floor to ceiling windows. I toured the empty house quickly, determining used for each room. As I did so, I thought briefly about what it would be like to have a live-in submissive. The small room off the master suite would serve me. I thought about the many uses for the playroom, which I would have built out of the guest room with an en suite bathroom.

Though it was completely empty now, it wouldn't be for long. In fact, I had mentioned this place to Irene, a fellow Domme, as we had been friends for decades. Although she wasn't an interior designer, she knew my preferences and had impeccable taste, I knew if I went with her, I would have this place furnished within a week.

Irene was definitely an enigma. She was a tiny thing, with long black hair, weighed barely a hundred pounds, buy was the toughest Domme that I knew. Her sub- her wife, Seulgi- whose tall, lanky frame towered over her by more than a foot, would instantly drop to her knees whenever she commanded

I'd invited her to meet me here to go over what I wanted, so I wasn't surprised when she appeared on my balcony.

"I got you a key," I said, laughing as I opened the French doors, allowing her in to show her around.

"Will the new place have a playroom?" She asked with a smirk after touring the penthouse. Her grey eyes were sparkling as she talked excitedly, but I'd seen them flash a deeper shade when she slipped into Domme mode.

"Of course," I replied. "Please use the guest room just to the left of the front door. I'd like the room to have a red door and my usual equipment. Other than that, you may have free rein of the place."

"Why the move? There isn't a problem with Yeri is there? I thought she was the perfect sub."

She knew that I always got a new playroom and new equipment when I changed subs.

"There is no more Yeri."

"Oh," she said with a laugh. "Roseanne Park, have you found yourself a new toy?"

"She's not a toy!" I snapped defensively.

"Lighten up, Chaeng," Irene teased, tapping her foot. "God how I would love to get you on my whipping bench and loosen you up a bit. Are you sure you wouldn't like a session with me? It's good for Doms every now and then."

"Irene, I'm Not Lisa. I'm not a switch."

Lisa was also a Dom. Her submissive -my sister, Jisoo - while extremely professional in her everyday interaction, wanted nothing more than to just let go in the playroom. It made her a perfect sub. I understood what saw in her. She was gorgeous with her black hair, grey eyes, and amazing body, but even If she wasn't my sister, the fact that she was so uptight outside of the playroom would have turned me off.

"You should have seen her earlier. I had her bound and bent over the whipping bench. I was flogging her hard."

Her words triggered memories of times in the club when I had seen Lisa bound as Irene flogged her. When I shit her dirty look, she just shrugged her shoulders and smirked.

"And little girl was there too, demonstrating her oral skills."

Irene had a second submissive she called little girl. Unlike Seulgi, whom she had a relationship with outside the playroom, little girl stayed as a submissive twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. She belonged to Irene, but Lisa sometimes used her in her scenes, and Seulgi was responsible to see that she was kept in good condition for her Mistress.

"Jisoo always says that Lisa is the best Dom after a good session with me. Let me know if you change your mind, or if you want any help with tour new pet."

"I'm sure I'll be fine." I knew Irene meant well, but I wasn't anywhere near ready to share.

"What's her name?"

"Jennie Kim. But I call her butterfly."

"Human?"

I nodded.

"You know I'll help you with anything, Chaeng, but I just don't understand why you can't stick with our kind."

Our kind was an entirely different species, originating from a planet in another galaxy. Though we physically appeared the same as humans, we were more similar to the trees of the Earth in our biology than any mammal on the planet. One small difference in our appearance was that the pigment in the cell on the surface of our skin reacted to sunlight, creating tattoo-like patterns. As with the leaves on the trees, these markings could change with seasons and circumstances-sometimes to warn of danger, other times simply to identify a child as belonging to a particular set of mated Bocaj, who would also bear an identical mark.

The greatest difference between our kind and humans, besides the fact that we absorbed the energy needed to sustain life from the sun and the small amount of food and water we consumed, was that our life cycle was more comparable to that of a redwood tree. The average life expectancy for my species was nearly two thousand years.

On our home planet of Salocin, which was much further from our sun than the earth was from her own, we had been required to eat often, as that was our primary source of energy. Because of this, we evolved into lethal predators-the top of the food chain. Though, as with many species, we exhausted our food source. With the technology to leave our planet at our fingertips, some of us chose to make the long journey to Earth.

We were surprised at the effect of being closer to the sub had on us. Drawing the majority of our energy from it, there was no longer a need to free as frequently. We still hunter though, as it was in our nature; tracking down and killing was what made us feel complete

We kept to ourselves, feeding mostly on small animals and fish, as we needed less and less actual food to survive. Getting sustenance was simple since we had several weapons at our disposal. Our hearing and sight were on par with an owl, our speed was faster than a cheetah, our strength rivaled that of a mountain gorilla.

We had other characteristics that made us superior, too. Kime most plants, we had the capability to remain still for days, we didn't need to sleep, and we had the ability to regenerate over time. Because of this, our skin was almost flawless -minor scratches healed in seconds, large abrasions in minutes, and lost appendages would grow back in a matter of days

Our most deadly weapon was a toxin similar to that of a snake. Paralyzing our prey and giving us the time needed to ingest them, it had been crucial on our planet because the animals were much more lethal than ones on earth.

The animals here reacted to our toxin similarly to the animals of Salocin. The only exception to that were the humans. Yes, there were paralyzed and most of them died, but some-the strong, if left alone and not consumed -actually absorbed the toxin, which began to flow in their veins. It was much more efficient than blood; their hearts would cease to beat and their lungs were rendered useless.

Even after only a few months, infected humans appeared so much like the Bocaj that, at first glance, there was virtually no way to tell then apart. Our kind, as well as the altered humans, had assimilated into society over time, spreading out all over the globe and fitting in as normal people.

Because of our interactions, I'd discovered how much pleasure I got from human females. I felt a draw to then-a need to dominate. Irene couldn't explain her draw towards Seulgi anymore than u could explain my draw towards humans. It's just how it was; nothing would help her understand why I needed to do this. I didn't even understand myself.

I started the next day watching Jennie work looking at the surveillance cameras in the security office. Nothing seemed different about her, but I knew otherwise.

It wasn't so much what she had done last night-it was more what she didn't do. She didn't call the police. True, I'd used a secure phone. Untraceable. Not she didn't know that.

Her father had been a Sergeant Major in the Marines, so she would have known how to call and for a report. She hasn't called the police for one reason, and that reason was a simple fact that my call had thrilled her.

I watched her eat her lunch on the small black and white screen. I could watch her all day, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to be near her, interact with her.

I knew it was much too soon for Ma'am and butterfly to interact, but perhaps I could speak to her as Roseanne.

I picked up my phone and made a call. "I want in on the wrestling game."

"Chaeng, what's up with that?" Lisa laughed.

"Nothing, I just wanna get my hands in something again. You want to help or not?"

"Yeah, sure. It will be great!"

"You have the editing team set up yet?"

"No, why?"

"I have someone specific in mind. I'll call Ms. Lancaster and set it up."

"What aren't you telling me? Why the sudden interest?"

"No reasons. I just feel like drawing for video gamed again," I answered.

"Chaeyoung-ah, don't bullshit me. I'm glad we're working together, but what is this about? Is this about a woman?"

I considered lying but decided honesty was the best policy. "Of course it's about a woman, Lisa. Isn't it always about a woman?"

After calling Ms. Lancaster and leaving her and Lisa to work put the details of the project so that it included Jennie and myself, I returned my focus to the small screen. I watched her until she left for the day, then headed home to continue my observation.

She had been gone for thirty minutes and had yet to open her curtains. This did not discourage me; I took it as a challenge. I knew she was aroused by the idea of me watching. Even from across the street, I saw her pupils dilate and her pulse pick up when I had called. True, it could have been fear, but fear would have resulted in a phone call to the police, not a night of restless sleep filled with erotic dreams.

Yes, my butterfly had the habit of moaning in her sleep.

I could tell from the lighting that she was currently in her bathroom. Having yet to see her shower, as she always kept her bathroom shades closed, I had to use my imagination.

I wasn't surprised when the bathroom flicked off and she didn't open her bedroom curtains, but I was surprised that she was going straight to bed. Every so often she did this, preferring to have a night in her pajamas while simply reading in bed. However, her reading would often arouse her and lead to masturbation.

She had never done this with the curtains closed, and I knew it was no coincidence. IT was time to see how much of an exhibitionist she truly was, and how receptive she was to please me.

I dialed and waited for her to pick up.

"You disappoint me, butterfly. Open the curtains," I said in a commanding voice. I was still speaking in a whisper, but I knew my tone conveyed confidence.

I listened to her take a few quick breaths.

"Why should I listen to you?" she asked in a clipped tone.

Her tone excited me-aroused me. She was being flippant, and that should and would be punished. I felt my cock swell in my pants at the thought of her on the whipping bench.

"First of all, you will not talk to me with that disrespectful tone. Second, you will open the curtain to please me."

Through the phone, I could hear her heartbeat accelerate.

"Are you listening, little girl?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, her voice barely audible.

"When you are ready to give your body to me, to submit to my will, you will open the curtains and perform for me." My command was simple. the question was, would she follow it?

"Wait, who is this?" she asked in a much softer voice. That was a start. I wanted to reward her for her attempt, but I would not be lenient on her. I didn't want to set a bad precedent.

"Preform well, butterfly, and perhaps I will grant you your request," I said and then hung up the phone.

I waited to see if she would open the curtains. As each second ticked by, I doubted myself, but it had to be this way. Perhaps it had been too much too soon. If she was going to be my submissive, she would have to do as I told her-everything I told her. It was within her power to decide whom she gave herself to, but if she agreed to submit to me, she would do so completely. I'd tolerate nothing less.

The curtains fluttered, and my cock echoed the movement. Before they were even halfway open, it was hard and straining against my pants.

I watched her finish pulling open the curtains slowly and look for me. I was sitting in the dark, sure that she couldn't see me.

She appeared nervous and that excited me. The rest of her performance did not. Her fingers rubbed at her clit, but there was no passion. She tugged on her nipples, but they didn't react as they usually did. She began using her toy but was hurried in her movements, and I was surprised that she found an orgasm at all. When she finished, she turned and looked at the phone, no doubt waiting for my call.

I knew the level of perfection to which she could perform, and that was not it. While I was certain that it was due to nervousness, I would not reward it. Otherwise, she may feel that such behavior would be tolerated down the line. It most certainly would not.

I called and it rang only one.

"That was beautiful, butterfly, but it was not your best performance. Try harder tomorrow and maybe you will be rewarded with what you want."

I hung up the phone without another word. Once again I could see her storming around her apartment in anger. My cock jumped at the sight of her like this. Her cheeks were bright pink and her breasts bounced as she cleaned up after her little show, throwing her toy back into her nightstand drawer and slamming it with such force that I was sure woke the neighbors.

Such a temper.

So punishable.

I took my cock, still straining against my pants, and freed it. I imagined her once again bent over the whipping bench.

"Such a naughty little kitten," I said as I caressed her ass. "So deserving of a spanking."

I stroked myself with each imagined strike to her beautiful bottom. Faster and faster I spanked her, stroking myself to the rhythm in my head. She was screaming out in both pleasure and pain-or was that my scream as the orgasm ripped itself from my body?

(A/n: *blushing hard* putangina... I don't know why I wrote this... wahhhhhh but damn.. *breaths heavily, biting my lips* I don't know what to say. *blushes even more*)

She was pissed. Still. I could see it in the way she slammed things around her apartment in the morning while getting ready for work, and in her demeanor once at work. Oh, she was professional, but you could tell every little thing annoyed her.

I watched her attitude change through, and after lunch, she went from angry to sensual. It was times like this that I wished we were on speaking terms so I could ask her what made her mood change.

I continued observing her as she unconsciously rubbed her legs together and bit her lower lip. She was sex in its rawest form, even when she wasn't trying. My cock hardened more and more while I watched her, and I contemplated relieving the pressure. No, I would wait for tonight, when I was certain that what she was doing was because of me.

When she came home from work, I was pleased that she'd left the curtain open as she moved around the apartment. She had removed her heels, but other than that, she remained in her work clothes as she prepared a chef salad for dinner. She ate at the kitchen table while reading, eventually taking the book with her to the couch.

As the sun sets, she closed her book and headed towards the bathroom. Nearly thirty minutes later, I was wondering if she was ever coming out. It was worth the wait. When she emerged, she looked stunning. Often times she wore sweatpants and t-shirt to bed, but not tonight. She was wearing a dark blue bra and panties set that made her skin glow.

She pulled back the covers and removed them from the bed. After placing them on the floor, she ran her hand across the expensive sheets. I watched, unblinking, as she lay on the bed, moving provocatively on the fabric. She was putting on a show, and it was one hell of a show at that. The seductiveness of her movements had me hard almost instantly. The way her body rubbed on the sheets and her hand moved over her breasts, was more than for pleasure. She was performing for me.

Her nipples became hard instantly when she brought her hand up to her breast and began to rub them through the cups of her bra. When it appeared she couldn't take it anymore, she removed the bra and rolled her nipples between her fingers. Her lips parted in what looked like a sigh as one of her hand slid down her stomach and under the waistband of her panties, which she quickly pulled off. I could see that her soft curls were already damp with excitement.

She allowed a finger to slip in and arched her back in pleasure. Adding a second, she slid them in and out for a few moments and then, much to my enjoyment, rolled onto her knees and crawled on all fours to the nightstand where she kept her toys. If there was any doubt as to whether or not she was performing for me, the little shake of her ass as she crawled across the bed certainly cleared up that concern.

I was pleasantly surprised when she withdrew her large vibrator from the drawer. I wasn't sure exactly what message she was trying to send to me with that choice, but what I took from it was that she would have no problems accommodating my size. I would never attempt vaginal intercourse with a human, though. It was simply too dangerous. For now, I would watch and enjoy the show.

Her pussy was completely exposed to me, and I could see it glisten in the small amount of light cast by her alarm clock. I didn't need the light to see her, but the blue glow it cast gave her skin a pale transparent, almost Bocaj-like quality. For a moment, I wondered what she would look like if she were one of us-pale, with a chlorophyll-like substance running through her veins rather than blood. I dismissed the thought quickly, though, reminding myself that she was not a Bocaj. Through the years, I'd had many obedient subs who were willing to give me anything, just as I was sure Jennie would. But obedient or not, I would never ask them to attempt the change. Such an attempt would mean almost certain death; they would simply not be strong enough to survive the transformation.

Tonight was the first time she was truly serving me. She was performing for my pleasure as well as her own. I removed my cock from my pants and, using the fluid the leaked from the tip, coated it to make it slippery.

"That's it, butterfly," I whispered, stroking my cock. She had just brought her knees up to her chest and then let them fall open, once again resembling a butterfly.

I watched as she turned on her vibrator and pressed the tip to her nipple. She circled each peak twice and then slowly moved her toy down to her dripping curls. She rubbed her clit with the vibrator and her legs fluttered as she brought herself pleasure. By the time she finally plunged her toy into her moist pussy, she was breathing heavily. Her body responded to the rhythmic thrusting as well as the small attachment that was grazing her clit with each pass. I watched as she grew wetter and wetter. A trail of her arousal flowed from her pussy and over her tight puckered hole.

She surprised me again by not touching her ass. Although she had only been aware of me for three days, I had been watching her for a while, and I knew that she had the best orgasm when she added a finger to that tight hole.

I stroked my cock in rhythm with her hand until her movements became too erratic to mimic. She had been tugging on her breast and rubbing her nipples gently, but as her pace became quicker, she began squeezing and twisting harder, pulling them from her body roughly. Although I couldn't hear her, I knew she was making quite a bit of noise.

I thought of what it would sound like when I was the one tugging and pinching her breasts while she screamed out in pleasure and pain from my touch. My cock grew even larger and I fought to hold off my release, wanting to wait for my butterfly to find hers first.

Moments later, I watched as her orgasm took hold of her body, actually expelling the dildo she had been using. When she slammed it back into her, it only intensified her climax. My hand squeezed tightly around my cock like I knew her pussy would be doing if I was inside of her. A growl rumbled from my chest when I allowed my own release. I watched intently while she continued to ride out her orgasm. The liquid shot from my body in streams that arced in the air from the chair in which I sat, and landed on the window that separated us.

It was times like this, I thought as I quickly wiped the come from the glass, that I missed Yeri. She would have eagerly cleaned the window in any way I had asked-cloth, her own clothing, or even her tongue if it would have pleased me. It was a fleeting thought as I looked back to the reason for the mess in the first place.

Soon though, I hoped that I would have a new pet willing to serve me. She had done amazingly well so far tonight. Her performance was breathtaking, and now it was time to reward her.

I picked up the phone.

"That was beautiful, butterfly, and your body pleased me. Because of that, I will grant your request. You will call me Ma'am."