Thread: My Best Friend, My Owner [Searching4shadows / Jarrod]

Nicholas Von Paar set the sweating, half-empty tumbler back on the desk. The bourbon swished, ice cubes clinking against each other. He frowned and cleared his throat, as if that will purge the staleness from his tastebuds. The drink has warmed up too fast... too much of the ice had melted. Kentuckys finest product is not meant to be consumed inside a room approaching 100 degrees. He made a mental note to stick to water next time. Better to keep a level head for the girls sake too. He went over to the wall-mounted thermostat next to the sound-proof door, and quickly tuned the room temperature down to 91 degrees. Nicholas hadnt planned on breaking a sweat himself. He was not the one on trial not the one to be punished. But even with the top button of his dress shirt undone and sleeves rolled up to his elbow, he had began to feel the fabric sticking to his skin. Shouldnt get so worked up over slaves , he reminded himself, you are the master, not the other way round . Satisfied, he stepped back to the front of his desk and resumed his patrol. Two paces to the right, turn around, two paces to the left, turn around. Where were we? Yes, you were explaining your tardiness. The woman in the room started to talk again. But damned if she wasn't a complete mess. Sobbing and sweating and choking on her own spit. Barely making sense. Cold in the morning makeup uniform in laundry late for one minute only Late for one minute only. Nicholas repeated after her, calmly. Yet his serene voice masked the beast that growled angrily inside his chest. How dare her. Of all his household rules she had chosen to break this one, then the nerve to say one minute only? Nicholas felt the familiar tightening of his forearm muscles, the oncoming of the red mist. Before he knew it, he had reached back and found the dial on the underside of the desk, and turned it hard. The machine which the woman was strapped to suspending her naked form in mid-air in a spread-eagle position whirled to life, pulling her limbs further from each other. Leaving her even more imposed, if such a thing is possible. The crop in Nicholas hand rose, swished through the air, and fell, immediately followed by a wet snap and scream. Are you disrespecting me on purpose now, slave? Any one of my slaves are asked to be someplace at a certain time, she is to be there 10 minutes early. Explained to you the first day you are here. Is that too much to ask? If it is, well I think you belong in one of 'em state facilities. I heard they arent so strict about things like punctuality over there. I could have you sent there just like that. He snapped his fingers near her ear. And you know what happens to pretty ones like you once past those gates He is rudely interrupted by the desktop phone. Nicholas shut his eyes and clicked his tongue in displeasure. You be quiet now. He demanded sternly, before putting a noise-cancelling headset over the girls ears. This better be important. Nicholas growled into the receiver. Luckily for his subordinate, the news was sufficient to grab Nicholas full attention. One of their trackers on the government servers pinged something back, concerning one of the persons of interest Nicholas had monitored. Her status just changed she will be collected and sent to a state camp tomorrow morning. Shes one of the first you put on the watch list, sir. Send the file to my tablet. Keep the line alive. As he waited for the file to load, the corner of Nicholas eye caught his unfinished drink. The bourbon might have been spoiled, but the ice cubes could still be put to use. He dug the melting cubes out of the tumbler, and without warning pressed them against the apex of the blindfolded girls legs right in the spot where she was just spanked. Poor girl, it's like she was being electrocuted she spasmed and tugged at the ropes and gritted her teeth. But somehow she managed to not make a peep. Good girl , Nicholas dropped the ice and pecked her gently on the forehead, might have earned herself a treat later tonight... Nicholas turned around, adjusting his semi-hard-on... to find his high school best friend smiling on his tablet. He felt a chill, his heart sank into his stomach. Somehow, Nicholas had sensed this coming. Dreaded this. Fuck. Not her too. He said to no one in particular and pinched his temples. And you do know what happens to pretty ones like you once past those gates . It didnt take long to decide what to do. Have someone take Babydoll back to her room, I think shes learned her lesson. Get the paperwork ready, and prepare the car. Ill be up in 10.