Jules

 

I let Allison sleep. What happened in my playroom had been… an accident. It was hard to call it that, because you don’t accidentally fall into a thigh sling spreader and go to town. But it was an accident in the sense that when I took Allison down to my playroom, I hadn’t meant for us to have sex. It had been an attempt to scare the living hell out of her so that she would reconsider her intentions to stay.

 

But it had seriously backfired.

 

Instead of scaring her, Allison had lifted her chin boldly and challenged me. I couldn’t just leave a challenge alone, not from my sub. And whether I tried to get her to leave or not, I’d already come to think of her like that.

 

I’d taken her virginity.

 

She called me sir.

 

She did as I commanded and accepted punishment when she didn’t.

 

I dictated what she wore.

 

I controlled what she did.

 

I told her how many times I expected her to come.

 

She was mine. These things confirmed what my body and heart already seemed to know. And that scared me, but I couldn’t deny them. I just wasn’t sure what to do with them.

 

She wants to stay, a voice in my head reminded me. So let her stay. Take this as far as it’ll go. It’s only a weekend.

 

I knew that I was trying to rationalize things so that I wouldn’t have to send her away, but it sounded good in my head. After all, I had promised her that she was in control and I wouldn’t do anything that she didn’t want. Didn’t that include forcing her to leave?

 

That was probably not the right way to think of that, but it was the only way I could live with right now.

 

I was sitting in the chair in my room, watching as Allison slept. She was out like a light, clearly exhausted. I wasn’t sure how well she’d slept the night before – I’d given her body a workout, but she’d also been really nervous – but after our little adventures in my playroom, I wasn’t surprised that her body needed a recharge.

 

Hell, if I hadn’t been there to lean on, she wouldn’t have made it to the bathroom on her own.

 

The thought made me frown a little. Did I push her too far? No. She loved it. She curled up with you. She clung to you. She enjoyed it.

 

I settled a little at the thought, but there was still that something in the back of my head warning me how easily I could take all of this too far. And I wouldn’t even know it. Not until it was too late.

 

For the next hour, I watched her rest. Her brown hair dried on the pillow, splayed out in thick strands that blended with the black and stood out against the red to create interesting designs. Her pale face was flushed lightly still and her expression was soft, peaceful. Her dark lashes fanned out against her cheeks and there was a tiny smile curving up the corners of her mouth. In sleep, she looked satisfied and content.

 

I hoped when she awoke, she would feel the same.

 

When she’d slept for a decent amount of time, I finally stood. I wouldn’t waste the weekend with her asleep, though I wanted her to be well rested. But since I had so little time with her, I wanted her to understand what the rest of the lifestyle would be like. It was one thing to understand the sex; it was another to live as a submissive.

 

Getting up, I went over to where she lay on the bed. I sat on the edge there and leaned over, tracing my hand over her cheek softly. “Allison, my pet, it’s time to wake up. You’ve slept long enough.”

 

She barely stirred. A tiny sound escaped her mouth and her face scrunched up like she was trying to ignore my words or return to a good dream.

 

I smiled a little, but couldn’t let her go back to sleep. “I said wake up. If you sleep any longer, you won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

 

Her eyelids reluctantly fluttered as she pulled herself from sleep. “Jules?” she murmured.

 

She didn’t really say my name much, which was a result of my own rule to call me sir, and I found that I enjoyed it leaving her lips. Not enough to let the sir thing slide, but it wasn’t bad to hear it every once in a while. I decided I’d make a rule that allowed for that exception once in a while.

 

“Yes, pet. It’s time to get up. I have work to do and I’m not going to leave you here by yourself while I work on it. I want you with me – or doing chores.”

 

She blinked at me, a little hazy and confused still. I saw it through her eyes as her mind worked out first where she was, what I was doing, and what I was talking about. Maybe all this submissiveness had been her good dream.

 

I smiled a little at the thought.

 

Finally, she woke up enough to put the pieces together. “Chores, sir?”

 

I nodded as she sat up. “That’s right. I’ll expect you to perform certain duties while you belong to me. Cooking, as you’ve noticed already, and some cleaning. Sometimes you might be asked to run errands, for which you will be provided clothing, though I wouldn’t worry much about that.” I almost said, right now, like I expected her to continue to be my sub after this weekend.

 

Pushing that delightful and terrifying thought aside, I pressed on. “It’s almost time for lunch, so I’ll expect you to make that, and I expect you to wash all the sheets you’ve dirtied.”

 

Her pretty face flushed then, her cheeks that lovely shade of red that I was becoming so attached to.

 

“For now, however, you’ll come with me. I have to work, and I expect you to sit obediently in my studio until I say otherwise. Understood?”

 

She nodded her head, lowering her eyes. I got up and she got off the bed after me. I glanced back at her once to make sure she was following, then headed downstairs to my studio. I had a couple of them, each serving different purposes. Some were meant for working on motorcycles. I helped with several of the Wild Aces’ bikes whenever they broke down and obviously worked on my own. But the one I was headed to now was set up for sketching. I needed to work on my project for the competition. I needed something ready for entry – and I really needed it ready today if I wanted to follow through with my plans of marking Allison. I had some concepts already, but I needed to tweak them so they fit not only my style, but Allison’s. After all, she was my canvas.

 

In my drawing studio, I had several easels set up already. Five had sketch pads on them while three others had canvases on them for painting. There were some empty ones, too, and several that had in progress works.

 

I headed to an easel that had just a blank Inkpad on it. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that Allison had followed me about three steps behind. She was completely naked still as per my orders and I was turned on by it. Her body was exactly what I liked in a woman. Curves, but a small waist. Large breasts with pink nipples. Hips that were big enough to get a hold of while thrusting deep into her hot, tight opening.

 

My thoughts were causing my dick to rise in anticipation. Having her here at my whim, behaving as my submissive, was something I’d gone without for a long time now and my cock wasn’t missing an opportunity to take advantage.

 

Resisting my baser impulses, I motioned for her to come forward. She quickly did so. Pointing at a spot on the tile floor beside the stool I’d be sitting on, I commanded her, “Sit. Put your butt on your heels and wait like that until I tell you otherwise.”

 

She swallowed and looked up at me, her eyes large, but she didn’t argue or complain. Obediently, she tucked her legs beneath her ass and settled into a sitting position on the floor. Then she looked up at me, the angle doing wonderful things for my hardening cock.

 

“That’s a good girl.”

 

I settled onto the stool and faced the blank page. I was aware of her sitting beside me, waiting for further orders. I was also aware that all I’d have to do was unzip my leather pants and give her an order to suck me until I blew my wad. She’d do it. I definitely believed that now. She wanted to obey me as much as I wanted her to; sign of a true submissive. It turned me on as much as her naked body.

 

It took everything I had to force myself to work on my sketch for the tattoo. Starting with just a medium pencil, I began a soft outline. Since the funds for the competition were going toward a medical funding program, I knew that I wanted to include something that was associated with that. Money or other types of funding weren’t my thing as far as tattoos went, so I thought I’d go a different route. I began with a hazy outline that looked mostly like a blob. It was oblong, larger at the top then tapering off at the bottom. Like an engine, it had two exhaust pipes sticking out from the bottom right edge, then an additional one at the top.

 

A heart. Like the real one.

 

I added in some spindly veins and pockmarks to make it look more realistic. When I’d sketched that out, I considered what else to include. I thought about wings, maybe cradling the heart, to refer back to the medical staff associated with doctors and hospitals. But wings were so overdone. I decided bandages would be better.

 

A bleeding heart.

 

I glanced down at Allison. She was sitting still, though I could tell she was struggling. Most people had an intense need to fidget when sitting slow for so long a time, and I doubted Allison was an exception to that rule. But she was doing well.

 

Considering my tattoo, I tried to picture it on her. Her back was bare and it was the easiest place to put a tattoo. Lots of smooth space. Easy to sit still…

 

But that wasn’t where I wanted it. I wanted to put it on the side of her smooth, pale breast. The left one, right above where her real heart would be. Would she allow that? Would she agree with a wounded heart trying to be patched up and mended?

 

She had mentioned that she’d been in a bad relationship before… Or at least one that she didn’t feel worthy of her virginity. Maybe it applied to her better than I realized.

 

I know it applies to me.

 

Returning to my sketchpad, I began to add in the bandages. Making them light and gauzy, I wrapped them around the heart. I added some blood, though not a lot, because I didn’t want it to be gruesome so much as poignant. For the background, I began to add in shading, not really sure where I was going with it. After a bit, I noticed what I was doing. I was creating a ribcage that started to wrap around the heart.

 

I continued to work on it, tweaking the details, until I liked what I had. The edges of her ribs would just be crossing over the heart. The bandage would be white with only a few bloody splotches where the heart was healing. And the heart wouldn’t be red, I decided at the last minute. It would be blue.

 

Blue like veins. Blue like the blue cross program that helped to pay for medical bills for people who couldn’t afford them.

 

Allison would like that, I thought, thinking of her sister. Yes, Allison would approve of, at the very least, the meaning behind my design.

 

I began to add in the colors to my design, shades of blue and red and off whites for the bones. I took my time, making sure that I detailed it out carefully. Only when I was mostly satisfied – there would still be things I needed to tweak on it, but they could wait until later – did I set my pencils down. I stretched out my arms, realizing how still I was.

 

And that’s when I realized Allison was still kneeling at my feet.

 

I glanced down at her, expecting to see her fidgeting and doing anything she could to get more comfortable without disobeying. Instead, I found her exactly as I’d left her. Sitting prettily, waiting for further instructions.

 

Reaching down, I brushed my hand along her soft hair, causing her to look up in response. She smiled at me tentatively, her eyes still wide as they always seemed to be.

 

“You’ve been a good pet,” I told her approvingly. “I’m very proud of you.”

 

Her smile widened. “Thank you, sir.”

 

“If you continue to behave, I’ll get you a pretty collar.”

 

“Thank you, sir,” she said again, her voice soft.

 

“Now it’s time to get up. It’s already past lunch time. You didn’t know that and were only obeying orders, so I’ll forgive your mistake this time. But in the future, I expect you to have my lunch made promptly every day.”

 

She tilted her head to the side, considering my words. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”

 

I smiled at her. She was learning so quickly, picking things up as only a natural submissive could. It gave me a rush of pleasure at knowing she was so malleable and so susceptive to my orders and whims.

 

“In the future, if I give you an order, of course I expect you to follow it. However, you also have a routine. If these conflict – as they did today – I want you to follow my order until the time you should be doing something else. At that point, I want you to ask permission to do your chores. I’ll choose to grant it or not and you’ll act accordingly. Do you understand?”

 

She nodded quickly. “Yes, sir. I understand.”

 

“Good. Now, get up.”

 

She rose quickly, but winced as her legs stretched out. I felt a moment of pity for her. I’d already tied her legs up, not allowing them much room to move around earlier today, and now I’d had her sit for what was probably about two hours on them. She was likely already sore. It was no wonder she was stiff now.

 

I’ll make it up to her tonight, I decided. A reward for her obedience and her resolve to not complain. Such wonderful features in a submissive.

 

“Go to the kitchen and make lunch for the both of us. Bring it to me in the dining room.”

 

She nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.” Then she turned and left out the door. I heard her bare feet padding against the floor and wondered if maybe I’d give her heels to wear. She’d look good in them and they’d keep her toes warm.

 

Plus, there was something about a woman wearing nothing but a pair of stiletto heels.

 

My cock was hardening again and I had to remind myself that my needs would have to wait. This was about more than just fucking. I wanted to train her, to test her. And I wanted at least this one weekend to go back to my lifestyle.

 

I had missed being Dom.

 

I stayed in the studio for a while longer while Allison made lunch. Although I set aside my competition piece for a while, there were plenty of other things to work on. Designs for my portfolio and a few custom pieces that I was being paid a significant amount of money for. They didn’t have to be finished until the end of the following week, but I wanted to get them started before I found myself out of time.

 

The entire time, I thought of Allison. Naked. Making me lunch. Her eyes wide, her hair dark. And her pussy sore.

 

There are so many things I want to do to you, my pet. The question is: Will you let me?