Committed

Kendra pulled in front of the Whitmore house and parked. Before exiting the car, she adjusted the rear-view mirror to check on her hair and makeup. It seemed like it had been forever since she'd had the wherewithal to even do something as simple and as natural as that and she felt a warm glow of gratitude towards Diego for freeing her from enslavement. He was the perfect master in every way. She looked forward to spending time with him when this was all over.

Satisfied that everything was in place, she exited the car and walked confidently up the stairs and into the house. The thug that Chase had hired for "security" was sitting in the foyer, looking at his phone. He turned the phone off quickly when she approached and openly ogled her. When she approached him, he stood up, smiling and put his hands on her breasts. Chase had thought it was amusing to allow the help to grope her.

Kendra endured the prodding, her face a careful blank mask. Diego had told her that she could do this and his belief in her made her feel powerful. She cut off the groping just as the guard was leaning in to kiss her. It required all of her self control not puke from his rancid breath.

"I need to see the master. It's urgent."

The guard stepped back, disappointed. He grunted "Library" and went back to his phone, dismissing her.

Kendra found Chase in the library, phone in hand, manically pacing and muttering. He spotted her as soon as she appeared in the doorway.

"Finally! Where have you been? Where is the other slut? You were supposed to bring her back to me"

"I'm afraid I have bad news, master" Kendra said, kneeling in front of him. "I went to the Rivera house as you asked. I spoke with the son, Diego. His mother wasn't there. Diego had her committed. She's on a psychiatric hold."

"What???" Chase screamed. "How? That's impossible! Diego isn't smart enough to pull something like that off. He wouldn't know..."

"It was a friend of the family. A psychiatrist. Diego called him in. The man visited this morning and was apparently quite concerned. Diego said that the doctor had told him that his mother had had a psychotic break. She'd been screaming about needing to see you. Diego said that she couldn't even remember her own name"

Chase smiled. He'd done it. He'd broken the great Doctor Valeria Rivera. And, even better, he'd destroyed her son. True, this wasn't the way he'd planned on breaking her but it was still delicious to think of her as a drooling mental patient with poor little Diego watching her behind a glass window as she ranted about being Val or Valerie.

"Diego said that the doctor was talking about her experiencing limerence towards you. Diego kept asking me what you'd done to her."

Chase smirked. "What did you tell him?"

Kendra had been prepped for this question. "I tried comfort him by unbuttoning his shirt and kissing him. He got so flustered he practically pushed me out the door. He's such a hottie." *She sighed wistfully*

Chase glared at her. "What the fuck? A hottie? Oh. Right. You no longer find Diego attractive. He's repulsive to you now"

"(As if)" Kendra thought. "Yes, master. Diego is odious to me now"

"I don't like my name being dragged into this. I'm going to have to visit her and wipe her memories. Maybe I'll regress her to a toddler. That would be fun"

"He he he" Kendra tittered obediently.

"Where is Valeria now? You'd better know the answer to that question"

"I do, master. She's being held in the psych ward of her own hospital. Room 302"

Diego nodded. "Excellent. Good work Kendra. I'll reward you appropriately when I get home but right now I have a hospital visit to make"

"Go get my coat. You're coming with me. I might need a lookout"

"Right away, master" Kendra walked away to find Chase's coat. If Chase was just a tad more observant he might have noticed that she didn't hop to perform his command and that she had a smile on her face that was very unlike the slavish adoration she'd been told to feel towards him. It was really more like the kind of smirk that Chase himself so frequently displayed. Like mother, like son.