A Tennessee Education Pt. 05

Bobby looked at her with mixed emotions before crawling back to Mistress. When Sharon opened her legs and he knelt between her legs, resting the side of his head against one of her thighs. Mistress glanced down at him and commenced caressing his face.

"Wow! Now that was intense," agreed Sharon. "I take it you enjoyed it."

"I don't know that enjoy would be the word I'd use."

Sharon could see she was at a loss for words.

"It was... it was incredible. I mean it was really incredible." She started giggling. "I - I have never felt anything like that before. I think," She giggled again, "I think I squirted."

"Oh trust me, you did!" she patted slave, "All over his cute little face you did." She smiled.

"I've never done that. I didn't know I could." She shook her head in amazement at the thought of coming so forcefully. "But I don't know that I could handle something like that every day. It was such a powerful feeling. But," she sat up, "now those first orgasms, now they were ones I could get addicted to. I mean really addicted to."

Sharon leaned forward and lowered her voice, "so your slave makes you feel different?"

"Very different. He's good but he makes me feel... I don't know, different." She looked at Sharon with penetrating eyes. "It was like I somehow became one with your slave that last time. Almost like we had made love and climaxed at the same time, if you know what I mean. It's the only way I can describe it."

"I think I understand."

Jessica added, "It was like we were temporarily a single entity, linked spiritually during that final go." She shrugged her shoulders, as if to dismiss a metaphysical topic too big for her mind to comprehend.

Sharon looked down at slave who rested peacefully. Her dress was wet from the tears that trickled down his face.

On the way home Sharon thought about the overwhelmingly miniscule chance of this family reunion of sorts. Although Mariko had mentioned he had fathered a child as a teen she hadn't given it another thought. It was a mistake; a teenage couple succumbing to a moment of passionate love at the wrong time of her cycle. But to think that twenty some years later father and daughter would meet under these circumstances - one a mistress and the other a slave - was mindboggling slim. What bothered her was the connection she witnessed. They had indeed bonded as Jessica so inadequately tried to convey. Sharon realized she didn't like seeing them together and wondered why. Was it because she was bonded to him more than she cared to admit? Yea she enjoyed his company, loved the work he did around the house, loved the way he satisfied her libido but did she have a deeper connection to Bobby Lewis than she wanted to acknowledge - that she refused to acknowledge?

"Holy shit!" she said aloud. "I've got too much going on in my life." She drove in silence the rest of the way. As she neared her home the old passage came to mind once more. "Raise his spirit and then crush it."

"Well who knows what tonight did for him," she thought, "but tonight he's getting strung up in the basement for a reality check."

Ten minutes later she had cuffed and strung him up but this time it was different. This time he was suspended from the other side of the cross and faced away, rather than toward the massive beams. Mistress had tied him so that he faced the cage where Jasmine slept. He was no more than a few feet from her. Before Mistress left him for the night she unlocked his chastity appliance. The retaining ring remained but his cock sprang to full-staff immediately.

"Good night kiddies," she said jokingly. She was glad to be alone, and glad to be away from the smell of urine. She needed a good night's rest.

Bobby watched her pass out of sight and heard her walk quietly upstairs. He had no idea why she had changed things up and was even more puzzled why she let him out of his chastity cage. Soon he settled in and got as comfortable as he could. No sooner had he started to doze when he heard her.

"Bobby?"

Her voice was barely audible. She had waited almost an hour before speaking. His Mistress or whatever her name was, terrified her. She had never before felt such pain. Thinking back to her abduction, she suspected now that it was he who wrestled her to the ground and kidnapped her. She couldn't have done that. She hadn't the strength. That night seemed so long ago. How long had she been here; just a day? She couldn't remember. "Maybe it was two," she thought.

"Bobby," she said again, pulling herself up somewhat in the cramped quarters of the enclosure, "What is she going to do to me?"

He didn't respond. His shoulders were starting to ache. Mistress had really pulled the cords tight this time. Why, he didn't know. He wished she hadn't put him so close to her. He wanted to be alone. Her questions bothered him. He had no answers and he wanted to sleep. He wanted to think. He wanted to dwell on what he had just done with Jessica. He wanted to forget he had ever met her. His mind was a mass of confused thoughts and jumbled feelings and questions that needed sorting and he could do none of that now. "And why had Mistress turned on the nightlight down here. She hardly ever did that. Did she really want the two of them to talk?" Too many thoughts raced around inside him.

"Bobby," she said a little louder. "What's going on? Why are you here?"

"I don't know," he said finally.

"Is she going to kill me?"

"She's not going to kill you Jasmine. She's not like that."

Jasmine began crying, "I'm so scared Bobby. Help me get out of here."

"I can't help you."

"Please. You have to. Please help me."

"I can't Jasmine."

"You can't or you won't?"

The question gave him pause. Would he help if he could? Should he help? The thought remained only for a second and then vanished. "Was that thought a temptation?" He wondered. "Had he not yet given up is all to Mistress?"

"Can't or won't?" She asked again.

"Won't," he said quietly.

"Why? Can't you see what she's doing? Are you so blind that you can't see how perverted this whole situation is?

"Just shut up."

"Bobby, look at us. I'm locked in a cage with dog food to eat and you are stretched on a cross. God knows how long she will keep us here. Don't you want out? Don't you want to get away and go home?"

"I can't ever go home."

"Yes you can. We can go home together. We can marry and I will please you in ways she never can."

He could hear her confidence growing. It was the sound of hope. Hope that she might get free; might get out of here; might leave with him and get her wish to be with him.

"I belong here," he said after a long silence.

"No you don't," she whispered. "This is the last place you belong. She is sick!"

"She's not. Really she isn't. I told you in the trailer that it's complicated."

"What's complicated is your mental state, Bobby. She's brainwashed you."

Bobby had enough. This wasn't going anywhere. He closed his eyes and thought about Jessica.

"Bobby, listen to me. You can't live this way. It's wrong."

He did his best to tune out her words. She was quiet for some time but started in again.

"Hey, I know you are awake. I'm going to get you free. Then you can free me."

He didn't answer. He wished she would shut up. Instead he watched as she lunged toward him. Her cage moved a fraction of an inch. She did it again, and then again. Slowly she came.

"Jasmine, this is not smart. Don't do this."

"I'm getting you out of here."

She kept at it until the cage rested against his legs. Quickly she worked at one of the cuffs, reaching her fingers through the cage bars and unbuckling the three buckles. His leg came free. Jasmine saw the other cuff but it was a good foot out of reach. She lurched in that direction.

Bobby felt instant anxiety when the cuff opened. Mistress had put him here and expected to find him just as she left him when she returned. "Oh god," he said. He could feel his heart banging away inside. The pounding was a warning. He knew that. Mistress would go ballistic. For the first time in a long time he felt fear. Fear for what she might do. "Jasmine, please stop. Please don't do this."

"It's too late. I'm getting out of here and you're going to help me."

"I'm begging you, please don't!" His skin was soaked; the moisture an indication of how stressed he was.

She freed his other leg. "Now the cords," she thought. "Where are the cords tied off? If I can just get to the cords."

She scanned the cross and then spotted them but they were tied off above where she could reach.

"Bobby, where is the key to this lock?"

"Not down here."

"Bobby, help me. Please help me. We're so close. "Pull your feet up and work the buckles free with your feet."

"No Jasmine. I can't do this."

"Of course you can. Now try!"

Bobby started feeling pressure from both sides. He knew he needed to obey Mistress but Jasmine was tempting him in ways he hadn't felt in some time. He was a mass of confused thoughts. He owed Mistress is allegiance. She had trained him to obey. Yet she had instructed him to not only obey but to treat all females with respect and honor. "How many times had she told him to obey any woman that gave him an order: a hundred times? A thousand?" And here he stood with a woman giving him direct commands. He knew she was in the wrong but a part of him felt a need to comply simply because of who she was.

Finally he spoke, "I can't do this. It's wrong Jasmine. It's wrong. I shouldn't have let it go this far. Oh god, what have I done?" He said aloud.

"Bobby!" she pleaded. "Bobby!"

He didn't answer. Instead he sobbed for the third time tonight.

Sharon opened the basement door a few minutes later and quietly came down. She had listened to the entire conversation from the comfort of the living room sofa. Earlier that day, while slave had been working on the upstairs bathroom she had placed a monitor in the basement. Jasmine hadn't heard her. She was sound asleep. What Sharon hadn't expected to do so soon was to put Bobby and Jasmine together. She had every intention of doing so but didn't think she needed to quite this early in her plan to break Jasmine. But after the unexpected encounter between father and daughter Sharon felt it necessary as a way of moving slaves mind away from Jessica. Never in her life did she expect Jasmine would try to escape.

She was pleased to hear slave do what he could to dissuade her from trying. What frustrated her was his refusal to call and seek her help when things went too far. "Why did he seem so powerless to do that?" She didn't understand and that bothered her.

She sat silently listening to their conversation. Jasmine, she realized was far from broken. Yes, she had temporarily surrendered to the strap but her determination was still strong. Sharon realized that only made sense. She had only been here for a couple days. "People just don't give up on their situation so soon," she thought "Even if what she endured the other night was unbearably painful." But to hear her suggest they run off together made her livid. They would both need to be punished. 'How' was the question? How could she punish him in such a way as to make understand he had no right to even consider doing what she had tempted him to do?

Sharon reached the bottom step and turned on the light. She didn't acknowledge them. Rather she walked over to a bench, found the cordless drill and step ladder and drilled two holes into the rafters. Then she spent the next five minutes securing two more eyebolts. Only then did she turn her attention to the two slaves. She said nothing to either but the look Bobby saw was one in which he dreaded. It was not a look of anger but one of considerable lament. She untied the cords and pulled them through the eyebolts of the cross leaving the cuffs still wrapped around his wrists.

"Come here."

She unlocked the cage and grabbed Jasmine's right arm and pulled it out the door.

"Grab hold of her hand slave."

As he did, Sharon wrapped duct tape around them both. She repeated this with the other arm and only then had slave pull her free of the cage. They faced one another, their palms touching.

"Get over here." She pointed to where the step ladder was. Grabbing one of the cords attached to his cuff she threaded it though the eye and pulled the remainder of the cord through. After doing the same with the other cord she pulled both as tight as she could and tied it off to one of the studs that helped support the steps.

"There," she said, "you two want to be together; now you got your wish. Enjoy."

She stomped up the steps and didn't return for another hour.

Hoping that having them strung up as tight as she pulled the cords would take some of their will to rebel away she returned and put a spreader bar between slaves' legs. Then she duct taped Jasmine's ankles to his calves. Because Jasmine was so much shorter she could no longer touch the ground. Sharon smiled, knowing he would have to bear the weight of her body as he hung.

"You wondered if I am going to kill you. That would be too easy of an out. I think this way will be better. And besides if I keep you alive and beat the crap out of you, you just might learn something."

She struck her ten times. Jasmine cried out on the first, yelled on the second and screamed during each of the following eight. She repeated ten more to slave. While she rested she had another 'a-ha' moment. She didn't know why she hadn't thought this through completely but it was obvious now that she hadn't.

"Dam!" she said aloud.

Some minutes later, only Jasmine hung suspended. Her legs remained unbound. Sharon pulled slave by the cock upstairs for a talk. He stood before the chair she usually sat and waited for her to appear. When she did she stood looking at him.

"Why did I send you to get her instead of me?"

"Because I was at fault," he admitted.

"Exactly! So why is it that I'm the one delivering the punishment down there?"

"I don't know Mistress."

"You know," she paused and caressed his cheek with one hand, "you really didn't do anything wrong but you didn't' call me when things started going awry. Slave, not standing up for yourself is what got you in all that trouble last time. Can't you see that?"

"I felt powerless to call you."

"What are you talking about?"

"She started giving me orders and something in her tone," he shrugged his shoulders, "something inside me felt like I needed to listen to her".

"What!..."

Bobby continued, "You've drilled it in to me that I am to always respect women as an authority figure. So even though it's Jasmine those same instincts you hammered at came back. I wanted to call but she was telling me not to. I'm sorry."

Sharon looked at him with sympathetic eyes. She kind of understood what it was he was feeling but not completely. She still wished he had alerted her but at least he had a reason.

"We'll talk more about that another time but for now, here's what's going to happen. You and I are going to go upstairs and get some rest. She's not going anywhere. Tomorrow you are going to be the bad guy, not me. I want her to come to fear you, not me. I want her to think of me as the good one. I expect you to make her life a miserable hell and I want her to see that it's who is making her so wretched."

"Yes Mistress." He answered confidently and directly but his gut knotted up. He hated hurting people and even though Jasmine had done some stupid stuff to Sharon's property he didn't want to think about hurting her the way Sharon had already.

She could see the reservation in his face at having to obey. "You know I'm giving you a direct order. You have no choice in the matter."

Bobby nodded in understanding and then stood in present mode for quite some time. Sharon ignored him and went back to reading a magazine, leaving him standing there like any good mistress would.

"Mistress?" he said some minutes later. "May I go open the basement door to the outside then?"

"Why?"

"Because it's cold outside. Being cold is miserable. If I'm going to do this I might as well get it over with sooner rather than later."

Sharon smiled, "yes you may but be sure you go down the inside steps. I want her to see it's you who is doing this."

"Yes ma'am."

"And hit her a few times while you're there. Might as well get things started off right."

He headed down, while she paused to listen through the monitor. Then she heard a cry of pain as slave slapped her.

"What are you doing?"

Bobby yelled, "You want out? I'm opening the door so you can get out."

She could feel the cold air streaming into the room. "It's freezing out there."

"I know. That's why I opened the door."

"Why Bobby? Don't do this?"

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you have caused me? I mean, do you even have a clue? You are ruining my relationship with Mistress! I made the mistake of going with you when you came to school but you had no right in making that kind of demand of me. Friends just don't do that."

"She is nothing more than a slut!" Jasmine said angrily.

"Don't you dare call her that!"

Bobby slapped her hard across the face making her cry in pain. "And then you came back here and messed up her car and home! Sounds like you are the one who stooped to 'slut' status." He hit her again.

Sharon could hear her wailing. She listened to their conversation another twenty or so minutes. Mostly all she heard were groans and cries. An hour later she heard the expected pleas and soon after he left she heard her defiance ring true, "I hate you Bobby Lewis!"

Sharon smiled when those words came through the speaker. "See, that wasn't so hard to do, now was it?" She looked at her slave who stood head down in the hallway.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Nope. I just want you to obey. Now let's get you locked so I can go to bed."

"Yes Mistress."

"And you'll be sleeping with the short cable on tonight. Go stand on your spot by the eyebolt in the ceiling. I'll be up in a while."

She watched him leave while she found her laptop and closed her eyes. What a night this had been. The visit with Jessica now seemed like a week ago after what had just went on downstairs. She quickly scanned her work emails and then the personal ones. She grinned upon seeing something from her twin sis. She opened it and read:

Shar,

Signed up for a year's membership to Mariko's website and have been listening to her story and talks. Fascinating woman and even more fascinating what she has to say. There must be a hundred streaming videos that I've watched. Some more than once. I think they are ones from those weekly meetings that you mentioned. Have you gone yet? If not, you should. I've spent a lot of time recently wondering about what you are doing - wondering in a good way.

Getting colder here. Stay warm and take good care of Bobby.

Love ya,

Deb

She exited the email. "She has no idea how hard it is to keep a relationship alive and well," she said aloud. "I feel like a freaking mother of two bratty kids sometimes." She snickered at the thought and headed up to lock slave. "I really am a mother," she said quietly.

It took at least two months for her to really break. During that time Bobby made her life a living hell. She slept cold most nights. Often times he bound her with tape or cord for no other reason than to limit her movement inside the cage to almost nothing for hours at a time. One night he made her drink a gallon of water, then gave her a blanket to sleep on as a reward but in no time she had peed all over it and slept with the urine soaked cloth wrapped around her naked body. She hadn't eaten human food in weeks and he even went so far as to change her diet from the dry stuff to the nasty wet crap. During the breaking period she had lost some twenty pounds. When he let her out of the cage it was only so she could work. She never got a break. Bobby supervised her while she scrubbed the basement with a Dollar Tree hair brush. By the time she was through her knees were bloody. Another time she was forced to dig a hole in the backyard using a pick axe and shovel. She worked from sun up to sun down. When he was satisfied it was deep enough he made her get in and then filled it. Only her head remained exposed. He didn't return for almost thirty six hours. She was amazed she hadn't frozen to death. Carrying objects up and down stairs hundreds of times, scrubbing surfaces, counting piles of stones, digging holes, sanding cinderblocks with bricks and other meaningless chores was all she did while out of the dog cage.