The Morning Deal

Bella stayed the night but in the morning she told me that although she did not fancy me she felt I could provide the life she wanted. I decided to let TD just manipulate her mind enough to find me more attractive, nothing specific just pumping up her desire for a father figure, although what kind of father would treat his daughter like this, and certain facial features. Again given time alone TD could manage a lot of manipulation but the human mind is complex and neither of us really knew the consequences.

We fucked, of course, rather more gently this time and I gazed into her pretty eyes and kissed her frequently. Bella, oblivious to more ideas being planted into her, came up with a deal.

“Ben, I want to move in with you.”
“Fantastic”
“But … you must do what I want” strange coming from a submissive “I need you to treat me as a ****. You must use and **** my body, tell me what clothes to wear, punish me when I’ve been bad, and never worry about any pain you cause me. I will call you Master and you can call me whatever you want. Out of the house we behave as a normal and I continue to work but once alone the relationship has to be the one I want.”
“O … K”
“2 more things: I have noticed you seem a bit squeamish when I talk about needles and you might have noticed one or 2 marks around my breasts and my fanny.” Not really I thought but where the faded tattoos were are on her arms I had detected some scars which I thought were due to some cutting ritual although I did not want to press her on this. “Secondly” she continued “there’s no safe word. I trust you and a safe word would be a turn off and besides I may be small but I am trained in unarmed combat”
“Not much good if you’re restrained with a ball gag in your mouth.”
“and escapology. These are my terms and quite frankly if you have any, I’ll be disappointed.”