Jezebel swallowed nervously, but she obeyed, staring at her strange little delicate cuffs, and feeling a little surreal.
She turned around to watch him come back with the belt and whimpered, but she fell into the role like she had been born for it, fell back into the rules and the position with all the need she had felt for weeks now.
"What is this for, kotik?"
She sighed into the bedspread, her legs spread so wide and her hands clasped behind her neck.
"Because I ran and went back to being bad without talking things out with you first."
And then, because she really had missed him and this was really where she wanted to be, she looked over her shoulder at him, with a slightly bratty grin, while he rubbed an all too familiar oil into her asscheeks.
"And there is no playing under the influence at Sulfur's."
But it was only slightly bratty, because she loved her Master, and never really wanted to disrespect him. She just wanted to flirt some and see him smile. And it worked. He laughed, with a shake of his head.
"Naughty girl." Jezebel gasped when he slapped each ass cheek and down on her thighs, like he always did to start the burn of the oil.
"Count what I give you. We both know you've been missing routines, so we'll start with a lot of those again."
"Yes, Master." She gasped with the first stripe and groaned, her legs already sticky with cum just from the sight of him with that belt. "One, Master. Thank you."
"Good girl. How well you remember. Ivy thought I was a little crazy when I tried to tell him about you, about how you were born to be a slave."
He cooed it lovingly. "But it's true. Let's try again together, with a few differences this time."
"Okay, Master." Jezebel gasped with another belt strike, enjoying it. "Two, Master."
He noticed how hot it made her, too, because he thought she was the perfect slave even while he seemed to think she was the perfect Master.
"Bad little slave girl. This is supposed to be a punishment. You're enjoying it way too much and you haven't even started to sleep in the chastity belt again, yet. But you still can't control yourself, can you?"
She lifted when his fingers stroked her pussy, trailing through so much arousal it felt like bliss. "Oh, Master! I'm sorry. Three, Master."
He laughed when she jarred. "We'll adjust you back to your habits yet. Pretty little Pet. But it's going to be a slightly different routine this time and I don't want anymore running, understood?"
Like she could do that anymore. Jezebel grinned at the feel of her cuffs and collar, glad he had locked them on her. No more outs and no more ruining herself with bullshit. Just a relationship and him and working it out.
Thank God. She was so tired of being scared, of overthinking everything, of running and coming back. She couldn't deal with it anymore and she was grateful to him for taking those things away.
She cried into his bed, a captured little slave, subdued and happy. All she could do was hope that he was true to his word, that he wouldn't erase her, that he would love her and be the kind teacher of a Master she had experienced so far.
Either way, she knew it wouldn't be bad being his slave and she wouldn't want for much of anything. He had already shown that.
Maybe if she gained enough of his favor, he'd even let her use that perfect bathroom more often too.
She fell into obedience because there wasn't really any other choice, but then there hadn't been one anyway. After she had felt the peace he could give her, she had always been destined to end in his arms.
"Jezebel, that's enough. Come on."
She flinched at the sound of her name. He used it sometimes now to keep her attached to it, but they both preferred his pet names for her and his fitting slave name. Pet. She was the perfect one.
"One second. Just one more run through."
So, in a hilarious twist, once they had gotten her back to sobriety and back to performance, without drugs both clouding and enhancing her mind, they discovered that she was intellectually perfect.
Except for a few areas. One of those areas was Biology. And she needed a last science class to finish her degree, because apparently the science credits bored the fuck out of her.
It was amazing, the way her mind would go full speed with Vector Calculus, but then it would suddenly go straight the hell to sleep when she looked at animal classifications.
Her lips moved over flash cards, because that'd been the one way she could get anything to stick. Basic, child like flash cards.
She moaned. "I can't do this. I can't do it. I'm going to fail."
Ash leaned against the doorway. "You say that every test, literally every one. You're going to be fine. Come on or we'll forego our date afterwards for a punishment, one where you'll think about the words 'that's enough' and what they mean."
She flinched at that again and stood, running her fingers through her glossy hair. He had it back to its sleek shine, and today he had given her a headband to wear with the jeans and T-shirt he had chosen for her.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming. I can do this. I can do this. I've got this. It's not so bad. It's just animal kingdoms. Why are Biologists so goddamned specific?"
"I would imagine because of the sheer amount of animals that exist on planet Earth, Pet." She was following him at least, her mind running through the cards. And he sighed when he had her in the car. "Pet, pay attention. Are you listening?"
She looked at him instantly, eyes focusing on nothing but him, her mind ceasing its wandering. "Yes, Master."
"Which was harder, Calculus II or Vector Calculus after that?"
He had taken to driving her to her classes because of moments like these, where she was his to care for and his to control. "Calculus II, easy. That class was a nightmare."
"Yeah, know why?"
She considered it. "No, I guess I hadn't thought about it, or cared much."
Ash smiled. "Fair, but there's an actual reason why that's the case. You go to a large college, and Calculus II is one of the classes that is required for things like engineering and pre-med. There's a lot of people, in large colleges, who are in those majors who shouldn't be, so they make Calculus II a goddamned nightmare to get rid of people. But you want to know which majors are using basic Biology to get rid of people? Fucking none of them, kotik, so take a deep breath and calm the hell down. It's going to be okay and easy unless you work yourself up like you always do. The T.A. giving this is going to not even care about it, and probably be thinking about the date they have tonight, because it's fucking Friday. Seriously, chill."
She was laughing by the end of it, far more relaxed, and Ash had to smile. He let her lay down in her seat and stare up at him while he spoke about her decision to take the LSAT, while they spoke of their dates, spoke of how Sulfur's was doing.
"How do you know all this stuff? And where did you go to school? And you said you would tell a slave that sad past story you have and I'm your slave now, aren't I?"
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