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To the Victor Go the Spoils. Pt: 6

Date: 12/3/2016, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Domination/submission, Male Domination, Romance, Sado-Masochism, Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Author: masterKDean2014, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

desires was unbearable. However, the idea of being his was not thought of without apprehension. One aspect of his letter was wrong; this would change the rules of their relationship. Surely, he would expect her to fully embrace her role as his slave. After all, she would be there by her own free will, Sara reasoned. She sighed again and got up to take a shower. Standing under the steamy water, she began planning what she would do. David had left on his motorcycle just as the sun rose. He rode along the back roads for hours thinking about Sara. He was certain that she was going to leave. He decided it was time to start back and he stopped to get something to eat along the way. He was looking at his watch too often. By nine thirty he was only two miles away. He sat on his bike in a grocery store parking lot. He watched the traffic to see if he could spot the truck or a swarm of police cars. He saw neither. The time inched by for him. He did not allow himself the luxury of planning what to do if she was still there. Finally, he left for the motel. It was exactly ten o'clock when he pulled into the parking lot. His heart felt heavy when he saw the truck. The SWAT team is probably waiting in there for me, he thought bitterly. He dismounted the bike and fished the key out of his pocket. To his dismay, he noticed his hand shaking a bit as he unlocked the door. The door swung open and David did not see anyone for a moment. The room was dim. Sara spoke softly, her voice was a little ... unstable, "Hello, Master." David saw her kneeling before him. She was completely naked except for her collar. Her legs were spread and her hands were positioned exactly as she had seen Jenny do. "Hello, little slave," he smiled down at her. Sara's face flushed. The air in the room seemed too still and she felt faint. David scooped her up in his arms and clasped her. "I love you," he said. "You really won't let me go?" Sara asked, her blue eyes staring into his gray ones. "No." David replied to the lovely girl that was now truly his. "I love you...I wanted to love you when I first saw you at school." Sara whispered. "I know." David said before kissing her. Six months later--North Carolina. Sara sat at her desk in the back office, looking over their first quarterly balance sheet. She could hear David still working in the other room and her thoughts drifted for a moment to her own tattoos. Over the last few months, he had done three pieces on her. The first was the most significant, the word "slave" across the inside of her left wrist. Sara asked for that one herself. The second and third were David's designs; a large dragon that wrapped around her right thigh and a background for her cat tattoo. She loved them all, but especially the dragon. It looked like the one on David's arm. She heard the customer leave and began closing the spreadsheet. As she did this, she thought about her plan for escape. It would happen tonight. "Finished number crunching?" David asked as he appeared ...