A/N: Warning for description of sexual assault, and description will be carried over a little bit in the beginning of the next chapter.
"...I've gotten two more texts since then. My Ma'am has been taking me to work with her every day so that the guy she works with can figure out where the texts are coming from, but he's had no luck yet. He needs to have my phone to be able to do his work, and my Ma'am doesn't want to leave me home alone without access to a phone." Grace concluded telling Dr. Lindstrom about recent events, lovingly caressing the heart-shaped lock at her throat while sitting on the couch with her legs crossed.
"I certainly hope everything works out for the best. How are you feeling about everything that's happened?"
"I'm scared. My Ma'am gave me a stress relief session, and it helped me feel a lot better, but I'm still afraid. She made a phone call and confirmed that Melissa is still in prison, so we know it isn't her, but not knowing who it is has me on edge." Grace admitted.
"Well, I think this is a good place to stop for this week, our time is just about over. Remember your breathing exercises when you need them, and keep writing in your therapy journal. And just remember that you're human and it's perfectly fine to feel whatever emotions you feel."
"Thank you, doctor." Grace stood from the couch and let herself out of the small office back to the waiting room. Olivia looked up from her magazine, stood from her chair, and caught her sweet little submissive in her arms.
"There's my good girl." Olivia kissed Grace's head, "Are you ready to go home, my baby?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Can we get ice cream on the way, please?" Grace asked hopefully.
"Yes." Olivia replied with an indulgent chuckle, "And when we get home we are going to work on some training."
"Yes, Ma'am!" Grace beamed.
When they arrived home, Grace shed her clothes down to her underwear as always and Olivia led her to the bedroom with a gentle hand on her back. In the bedroom, Olivia covered the bed with a plastic sheet. She gently unhooked Grace's bra and slid it down her arms to remove it, and then she pulled Grace's panties down and guided her to step out of them. Grace took a deep breath as she was gently guided to lie down on the bed on her belly with her head on a pillow. The young submissive watched as her Mistress went to the closet and returned with the wax play kit that Grace had been given for Christmas. Olivia took everything out of the box and set the box aside to be thrown in the trash later. She struck a match and lit the candle, and then she sat down next to Grace's body on the bed. Grace began to giggle, coo, and squirm as Olivia's pesky fingers tickled her sides.
"Trying to get away from me, naughty girl." Olivia scolded teasingly, "We can fix that."
Olivia picked up several lengths of the rope Grace liked and, watching carefully for any signs of fear, she tied Grace's wrists to the bed, and then she went down and tied her ankles to the bed. The dominant brunette glanced over to check on her sweet little submissive and smiled upon seeing Grace looking up at her wrists. She seemed to be able to read her submissive's mind like a book.
"You can test them, my baby. The knots are secure so they won't slip and hurt you, but if you get scared all you need is one good tug and you will be able to free yourself." Olivia spoke kindly.
Grace was relieved to find that, true to Olivia's word, the knots were secure, but she would be able to free herself if she needed to. The brunette submissive resumed her giggling and cooing upon feeling Olivia's fingernails gently dancing on her feet. Olivia gently fixed Grace's long dark hair up in a bun, walked over to check on the candle's progress, and then picked up a bottle of coconut oil and began to carefully massage Grace's body with a generous portion of the oil.
"This training is about wax play. I put down a plastic sheet to protect the bed from the wax, and I'm massaging your body with oil to make it easier to remove the wax when it dries without hurting you, and I put your hair up to keep it out of the way of the wax. When I pour the wax, I'm going to hold the candle four feet above your body, so when the wax makes contact with your skin, it will feel warm but it won't burn you, and we are going to start on your back since your back is a little less sensitive than other places on your body. What do you say if you get scared or you decide you don't like it?"
"Red, Ma'am." Grace replied.
"That's my good girl. Here we go."
Olivia picked up the candle and did as she said she was going to do, carefully dripping the wax onto Grace's body in intricate patterns. Grace gasped upon feeling the wax make contact with her skin for the first time, but then she relaxed and moaned in pleasure, making Olivia smile.
"I like it, Ma'am." Grace breathed out.
"I'm glad, little one. Tell me what you feel."
"It feels warm, but not too hot. Kind of like sitting by a fire, it's relaxing." Grace closed her eyes and committed the sensation to memory.
Olivia continued their session until Grace was so relaxed in subspace that she could no longer verbally respond when Olivia spoke to her, so Olivia immediately ended the session and set the candle aside before she squatted down next to Grace's head and lovingly stroked her face, causing Grace's dreamy eyes to make contact with Olivia's eyes.
"You did so well, my baby, I'm so proud of you. I'm going to untie you now, but you need to lie still for me for just a little while. The wax needs to dry completely before I can take it off of you. Blink once if you can understand me, sweetheart."
Grace couldn't seem to make her mouth work at the moment, so she did as she was told and she blinked once. She did understand, although it felt as if her Mistress's voice was far away instead of right next to her.
"That's my good girl." Olivia continued to shower her sweet little submissive with praise while they waited for the wax to dry completely. In order to remove the wax, Olivia normally would have used the wooden knife that came with the wax play kit Grace had been given for Christmas, but knowing that the knife would frighten Grace, Olivia put the knife in the bedside table drawer along with the gag that they never used and instead went to retrieve a nail file and began to very gently remove the sheets of wax from Grace's naked body, still speaking to Grace tenderly and showering her with praise. With Grace's body free of wax, Olivia then used some wet wipes specifically made for sensitive skin to gently rid Grace's body of every last trace of coconut oil.
Grace was still floating in subspace, but she was aware that she was now being cuddled in Olivia's strong arms and she automatically snuggled down into them, still naked and vaguely aware of her Mistress's gentle hand rubbing her bottom.
The next day, Olivia loaded Grace into the car and drove to the shooting range. At the front desk, Olivia showed the receptionist the pass that Grace had been given for Christmas, and they were escorted to a private section of the shooting range; Olivia wanted Grace's first shooting lesson to be away from the distraction of other people shooting their guns. The two women put on their bullet-proof vests and then Olivia walked over and debated in her mind before choosing a gun from the gun rack for Grace to practice with.
"What's the first rule of gun safety?" Olivia inquired.
"Always treat a gun as if it's loaded." Grace replied.
"Good girl. Here, I'm going to let you load the gun yourself so you know how to do it. Open the chamber and put the bullets inside." Olivia watched carefully as Grace did as she was told, "Good girl. You did that fast."
"When you come home from work, I like to watch you unload your gun. That's how I learned how to do it." Grace admitted with a light blush, and Olivia chuckled.
"Well, I'm glad I could teach you something new and I didn't even know I was doing it. All right, the target is over there. You're going to hold up the gun level with your eyes, keep both hands on the gun and your arms straight. The force of the shot might kick you back a little, but I'm right here to make sure you don't fall."
Grace did as she was told, aimed at the target, and fired. When the gun was empty, Olivia pressed the button to bring the target forward and smiled when she saw that all of the bullet holes were in almost perfect formation, even rivaling Amanda Rollins' skills, and she showered her sweet little submissive with praise. Grace beamed; making Olivia proud of her was the best feeling in the world, and Olivia was always just as quick to praise her as she was to scold her. Olivia gave her more bullets and Grace continued to practice with a fresh target until Olivia decided that Grace's first lesson was complete. When they arrived home, Grace was rewarded for her effort at the shooting range with an orgasm, and then it was time for lunch. After lunch, Grace cleaned the kitchen and then was sent to tend to the rest of her chores with a playful spank that made the submissive brunette smile. She was in the middle of cleaning the bathroom when her cell phone began to ring. Her eyes widened and she grew pale upon seeing the same unknown number that had been texting her and she ran to find her Mistress. Olivia took the phone from Grace and pressed it to her ear.
"Who is this?" Olivia growled protectively into the phone, and her only response was heavy, aroused breathing, "Listen, I don't know what kind of sick game you think you're playing, but I will not tolerate anyone scaring my property to death. She's mine, not yours. I work for the NYPD; stop texting and calling this number or you will be arrested."
Olivia disconnected the call, put Grace's cell phone down on the coffee table, and turned to see that Grace was shaking with tears beginning to fall down her sweet face.
"Come here, my baby." Olivia sat down on the couch and settled Grace to cuddle on her lap, maneuvering her into a comfortable position, "That's my good girl. You were so good to come and find me, little one. I am so proud of you. No one is going to hurt you, I am right here and I will always protect you." Olivia lovingly rubbed Grace's panty-clad bottom and gently rocked her. Grace laid her head on Olivia's shoulder and cried, clinging tightly to her Mistress as Olivia continued to soothe her with tender words and a gentle hand.
The next day, Olivia arrived at the precinct with a very sleepy Grace trailing behind her. Grace was deeply frightened and hadn't slept at all the previous night. The young submissive was somewhat surprised but didn't argue when, instead of taking her into the back room and assigning her a task to complete, Olivia settled her to lie down comfortably underneath her desk.
"I think my good girl needs to sleep for a few hours. I promise you are very safe here, little one, we are all here to protect you. Close those pretty eyes, I don't want to hear a peep out of you for at least three hours." Olivia reached underneath Grace's shirt and lovingly rubbed her belly until she was certain that Grace had fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep. With one last adoring look, Olivia got up and sat down on her chair at her desk to begin her work day. Five hours later, Grace was still soundly asleep and Olivia decided to just let her sleep.
About a week later, it was time for Grace's next therapy session with Dr. Lindstrom. When her name was called, Olivia kissed her forehead and Grace walked into the small office. Dr. Lindstrom closed the door behind them and Grace didn't notice as he locked the door.
"Are you all right, Grace?" Dr. Lindstrom inquired when he noticed that Grace seemed to be having trouble getting comfortable in her usual spot on the couch.
"Yes, I'm fine. I got a spanking this morning, and it still hurts to sit." Grace blushed.
"Oh, would you like to talk about it?"
"There's not much to say. I spoke to my Ma'am disrespectfully, and as a consequence I got a spanking with the hairbrush and then I got my mouth washed out with soap." Grace explained, her blush intensifying.
"I'm a mandated reporter, I need to check your bottom and make sure you're okay."
"Um… no, I'm fine." Grace startled as the man was suddenly towering over her, not quite sure if she had heard him correctly.
"You obviously weren't spanked hard enough if you're being so disobedient. You've been ignoring all of my texts and Olivia was very rude to me on the phone last week. I am your therapist, I have the power to recommend that you be sent to Block C for a week or two." Dr. Lindstrom threatened, taking a rough hold of Grace's hair.
Grace froze in fear as the tall man was suddenly on top of her, and then inside of her, pinning her down painfully by her arms. The young submissive's senses seemed to return to her when she became aware of his thighs slapping painfully against her spanked bottom. She opened her mouth to scream, and he put a hand over her mouth.
Olivia sat in the waiting room flipping through a magazine when her cell phone began to ring and she pressed the device to her ear.
"Benson." Olivia spoke into the phone.
"Olivia, it's Morales. It's taken some work, but I've been able to pull some strings and I've figured out who has been texting and calling Grace. I have a name for you." Morales' voice came over the line.
"Who is it?" Olivia inquired.
"Peter Lindstrom."
A range of emotions gripped Olivia's heart as she hung up the phone without answering him, jumped up, and hurried toward the closed office door, cursing under her breath upon finding the door locked.