AI art by me.

“You can do better than that.” His tone was acidic.

Jin smiled and did better.  Her toes stretched further, she arched her back more, and she gave him the soft and satiric smile he’d love spanking of her face later.  She knew, and so did he.

“Good girl.” He murmured.

Jin’s skin prickled and flushed as it had a thousand million times before and would again at his praise of her.  It didn’t matter that she wasn’t a “girl.”  She was definitely a woman and a self-made one.  Jin had won the genetic lottery with a fine form, clear looks, and intelligence.  Okay, there was more to it than that, but to the world, she was intimidating as hell.  Jennifer was known for not putting up with fools, especially male ones.  Social media was rife with examples of her verbally castrating a few men, some of whom were well known.

Jin didn’t put up with fools.  She didn’t bow to convention or anyone else, except for this man.  He was…different.  It sounded so cliché, but it was still true!  A part of her cringed at how it would sound or look to anyone else, but she was past caring.  If only he were.

“Sir?” She asked.

“Yes?” He was still fiddling with his cameras and lighting.  Master did enjoy playing with his toy: her.  

“Can we talk about it again, please, Sir?” She begged.  Jin knew how to use her voice.  In movies, television, and social media, she could make a statue sweat or a saint throb.  She knew how to beg.  It was the way you said please that sold it.  Jin said it to him as if her next breath depended on his mercy.  It did, in so many ways.

He sighed and turned to her.  “Why is this so important to you?”

Jin wilted a little and let it show in her face.  “Why isn’t it important to you?” She whispered.

“It is.” He closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Jin knew this meant he was trying to control…something.  Anger?  Frustration? What?  She could read all other men like large print books, but her master remained a mystery so much of the time.  Did she turn a blind eye to him on purpose?  She tried, once again, to read him.

He wasn’t bad looking, but not the usual fare the world would associate her with.  He was much older than her for one thing, but Jin had learned this was a very good thing as her contemporaries were…woefully young, self-centered, and products of three generations of men not having a clue how to be men anymore.

He was a man because he just knew how to be one.  Not in the toxic, knuckle-dragging sense, Jin understood, but the quiet, granite wall way of just being.  Wait.  She caught a glimmer of something.  He wasn’t thinking of himself.  He was thinking of…her?

“You’re worried what this will do to me?” She asked incredulously.

He blew out a breath and gestured with both arms.  “Yes!  Of course, I am!”  He rarely raised his voice.  “It will ruin you, Jin.” His voice was the same as you’d use with a nervous animal or volatile child.  

She kept her post but turned her back so her breasts were fully on display.  Jin had never done a spread like this for anyone but him.  “Sir, you’ve ruined me in more ways than I can remember.” She teased.

He chuckled, and it broke the tension a little.

Well, it was true!  She’d begged, pleaded, bowed, bent, and been penetrated everywhere she could be and been marked so hard she kept the bruises for over a week.  It had played havoc with her social engagements and photo shoots, but fuck them.  She sent him proof every day that he still marked her as his.

“Master, you’ve bent me over and fucked me into the bed while I whimpered and begged you for mercy as you took my ass so hard I was sore for days.  I’ve been your cunt, whore, slut, piece of ass, pussy toy, fuck toy, pain slut, slave, and begged, no, pleaded for the opportunity for each one.  You know, I love it when you break me… over and over again.  Don’t you?” She’d begun quietly, but her voice was now harsher and ragged with passion.  Didn’t he get it yet?

“Well, yes, but…” He began.

Jin interrupted, and she never really did that before.  “I…am…your…property.  I want to be…your pound of flesh you beat and fuck senseless until I’m crying and whimpering on the floor under you.  I want to be ruined…again and again…and forever again.”

He just looked at her.

Tears began to trickle down her cheeks.  “I’m so tired of pretending to be the other me out there in the world.  I am exhausted from hiding what a filthy tramp and bitch I am from everyone but you.  I long to wear your collar in public!  I want to crawl by your side into a restaurant or show completely naked but for the stripes and marks you’ve laid onto me in my last claiming!  I want to be true to myself, please?” She knelt and bowed her head.

They’d discussed this for weeks now.  Jin wanted to go public with their relationship, their dynamic, her as his sex slave and toy.  He kept going on about how her career would be over.  She didn’t care!  She’d done everything there was except be true to him.  

“Has it ever occurred to you, Master, I want to show YOU off?” She sobbed softly.

“Me?” He answered, confused.

She laughed, a harsh sound in her emotional state.  “Yes, Master.  I love what you do to me.  I love how you make me feel.  The world.” She laughed again.  “The world only thinks it has seen me be sexy.  When I show them what I am for you?  It’ll break the internet.  I’ll bet you anything.”

His old laugh came back:  soft and wicked with devilish promise.  “Anything?”

Jin giggled.  Master loved winning bets.  They always led to more intense sessions than usual as he let his deeper demon out to play.  It took her days to recover.  “Yes, Sir.  Anything.” She looked up at him. 

He paused for a moment.  His eyes raked over her, and she shivered.  Master was thinking and getting ideas.  She loved and worried when he did so.  He could be so coldly cruel when it pleased him…and her.  

“Gold.” He said.

“What?” Jin asked in surprise.

“You prefer silver, but too bad.  You shall wear gold…in collar, leash, chains, etc.  It goes better with your coloring, and since I’m the owner…I say gold.” He shrugged.

Jin’s mind went back to the discussion where she’d been adamant about wanting to wear silver since gold was so common.  “Can it be…rose gold, Master?” She asked.

He laughed.  “You are a very difficult slave, sometimes, Jin.”

She shrugged.  “You said owning a woman was complicated, Sir.”

And there was the key, he understood.  He comprehended why she needed to be broken over and over.  Why did she crave degradation so hard and so deep?  He knew all that and took it from her, but… he still… respected her as her own woman.  He knew she chose to be in the palm of his hand.  She trusted him as no other because he understood.  Owning her wasn’t easy, but she was worth the struggle because he truly did get to own her.  

If he put his foot down, she’d obey without question except to show she’d rather do it differently, but she’d obey his word as law.  She had done so and sometimes learned he had known better.  Sometimes he found out she had better ideas.  He listened, and he learned from her.  How rare was that?

“That’s true.” He smiled and pointed to the floor before him.  It wasn’t a flex or power play.  It was casual.

Jin crawled, naked, to where he had pointed and knelt her head to the floor, arms outstretched and ass high: his favorite pose.  She was totally vulnerable and completely offering herself to him.

“You’re sure?” He asked once.

She just nodded without speaking.  Words were no longer needed.

“You want to go marked or unmarked?” He asked nonchalantly.

She shivered.  “Marked, please, Sir?”

“Preference?” He asked as he walked around her.

“Cane and whips, please?” She begged.  “Lines as best as you can?”

“Mmmhmm.  We’ll see what we can do.” He walked over to his toys…her toys.   “Afterward, after I take my cunt into the floor, we’ll go shopping for your collar and leash?”

“Yes, please.” She whispered.  “Thank you, Sir.  You’re too good to me.”

He laughed with his back turned.  “Oh, you’ll earn it.”

Jin knew she would and reveled in knowing it.  In moments, she’s be squealing, throbbing, begging, sobbing, then fucked so hard and deep that she’d forget her name or what she was except His Cunt.  

Then…then she’d finally show the world what it really meant to be Jennifer.  No, she’d show them Jin…and they would gape in awe.