Thread: Demorica & black hand

John was driving home. classes for the day had been hard. they were covering charging theory, so naturally it made him a little dirty inside. he planned on going up the prosecution end of the career anyway so it wasn't something he had to worry about to much. it was his goal to one day make it to district attorney. maybe even federal judge if he was lucky. he had a passion for justice for along time. a good friend of his was killed, and his killer got off scot free. he came from a rich family. his parents were both doctors. they had tried to get him to show an interest in medicine growing up, but that failed. they were however very relieved when he showed an interest in law. it made them sure that they wouldn't have to worry about supporting him his whole life. naturally he went to Boston college to get his first degree. and that is where he met vic. she was the brightest star in his eye. beautiful. fun. devoted. she was the perfect girl to him. the two fell in love over the course of a year. by the end of it, the two were never apart from one another. he had always been very interested in bdsm. it was just an interest he had. but the thing is, when he told Vicc about his interest, he expected her to laugh at him. he really did. but not only did she get more interested then he thought, but by the end she was coming to like it just as much if not more than he did. she urged him to spend money on restraints and toys, so he could tie her up, and give her ever more different way of punishing her and giving her. a month or so after he had told her about the new relationship the two would have, he found himself asking her if they wanted the real deal. a full live in master slave BDSM life style. but right before he asked her he did something else. he proposed. he used the ring his dad had gotten his mom. a shining blue diamond on a stunning silver band. it had been the happiest moment of his life. it had been the proudest moment as well. the feel of her lips as she kissed him had been amazing. now john was not the worlds most handsome man, but he didn't look anything in the remote vicinity of bad either. he had short brown hair, and a rather clean look. his muscles were toned and strong, and he wasn't too tall but not too short, staying at six feet tall. he was proud of his looks, but not as proud of the way his stunning wife looked. she was the apex of beauty. a light that shone above all else. and it only made him love her more for it. but it was far from the thing he liked best about her. that belonged to her personality, and only that. she was smart and clever, capable of keeping up with him easily despite his formal law school training. yet she still the air of servility around her that he loved to see and feel. it made him feel like not just her lover and husband, but her master to. because that was what they were to each other. not just lovers, but owner and slave as well. and neither of them would have it any other way. he beeped the horn of his car as he waited for traffic to calm down a bit. he didn't want to be late getting him. he knew she was already signing off from her business, and probably was waiting for him, dinner already prepared. he imagined her waiting by the door, smile on her luscious lips, and around her slender neck would be the stunning jeweled collar that symbolized the fact he owned her. on it was a tag that said property of john, so as to remind them both who she belonged to whenever it was encircled around her slim throat. the sight brought a smile to his face just by the mental image alone. still this was only serving to anger him, he wanted to be home already. he wanted to have his arms around her waist, and his head by her ear telling her that he was glad to be back. that he was glad to have her in his hand again. but all he could do, was wait for the Boston traffic he had to run through while returning home from school to let up.