Caught! Pt. 16

Paper Anniversary

It was exactly one year since Jon met Vanessa. It had been a year with many awful moments. But there were good moments. Vanessa had never gone so long without disastrous developments in her life. She engaged in less self-destructive behavior. She had rewarding relationships with both Jon and Angelica. She was in extraordinary health. She was beginning to imagine a future where she was happy.

Jon told her to be prepared to celebrate their anniversary, but he hadn't said anything about how he planned to celebrate. As always, she prepared herself to be ready to make love as soon as he came home from work, but she felt certain Jon wanted to do more than that. To do something different.

She was right about that.

Vanessa met Jon at the door and gave him a passionate kiss. "Happy anniversary, baby," he said.

"I'm very happy," she said. "I hope you're happy too."

Jon carried his briefcase into the house. He never did that. "Are you ready for your gift?" he asked.

"Oh Jon, I didn't get anything for you," she said.

"You've given me a wonderful gift," Jon said. "You've worked hard to make our little arrangement succeed. You've done a wonderful job. You've done all the things I've told you to do. You're healthier than ever. You're happier. You did the most important thing I wanted - you didn't force me to send you to prison. I can't express how grateful I am."

He guided her over to the couch so they could both sit down. "I have something that I think you'll like," he said.

Opening his briefcase, Jon withdrew a thick stack of legal documents held together with staples. "Keep track of this," he said as he handed it to Vanessa. "You will need it in the future."

Vanessa looked at the documents; she couldn't tell what they signified. "A few months ago I talked to a lawyer about you," Jon said. "She suggested that it might be possible to arrange something that would make it so the mistakes you made in the past won't be such a burden to your future.

"Your criminal record has been expunged. From now on, if anyone asks if you've been convicted of a crime, you can honestly say no. Any employer who does a background check on you will find that you don't have a record."

Vanessa had lived under the cloud of her criminal background for so long that it was hard to wrap her head around the magnitude of what Jon had done. "Jon . . . I don't know what to say. Thank you. Those words are inadequate, but thank you."

"You are very welcome," Jon said. "But I have another gift."

He pulled a second stack of documents from his briefcase. "These are the records that document how you embezzled money from my company."

He ripped the documents in half. "I promise that I will never send you to prison. Starting today, you have a completely clean slate," Jon said.

Vanessa was shocked. She began crying - with joy and gratitude. "You overwhelm me, Jon," she said. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby," he said, wrapping his arms around her.

They sat there for a long time, enjoying the moment. "I am liking our anniversary so far," Jon said.

"I'm enjoying it a lot more," she said.

"I'm pretty sure that's not true," Jon said.

"I'm pretty sure it is," Vanessa said.

Jon pulled away from Vanessa. "There's more," he said.

"More? My God, Jon, how can there be more?"

"You're about to find out. I want to talk to you about something.

"Both of us have been seeing therapists. I've asked her to help me understand our relationship. Me and you. It's been helpful. I've learned a lot. It's a work in progress. Now, I've told her that you are an absolutely marvelous woman who regularly does baffling, self-destructive things. I've explained that this is the reason I've insisted that you agree to do everything I tell you to do. And the past year seems to prove that you are the kind of person who thrives if someone who loves you makes all your important decisions."

"That's exactly what my therapist says," Vanessa said. "He says he's never heard of a case quite like ours, but that lots of couples have the kind of relationship where one person makes all the decisions and the other does as they are told."

Jon nodded in agreement. "What my therapist says is that everyone has a part of their mind that's called the executive function. This is the part that allows people to decide which actions are smart and which are stupid. Apparently, prisons are full of people who don't have a very good executive function. I don't want to sound cruel, but this sounds like a plausible explanation for the reason you've made so many poor decisions."

"It doesn't sound cruel at all," Vanessa said. "It's very close to what my therapist tells me. Over and over, I've felt compelled to do things that a sensible person would never do. My therapist says there's something about the way my mind works that fails to stop me from acting impulsively.

"Impulsive. I like that word," Jon said. "Baby, I love you to pieces, and I'm very proud of how well you've done, but I'm still scared for you. I'm afraid of what will happen when you take back control of your life.

"I'm going to ask you a question. I don't want you to answer impulsively. I want you to think about it. I want you to sleep on it. Promise me that you won't answer this question until after you've had a chance to reflect on it."

"Ok. I'm baffled, but I promise."

"I want our romance to continue, but I'm afraid it will end tragically if we try to be like a normal couple," Jon said. "So here's the question. Will you agree to keep things exactly the way they are? Will you agree to do what I tell you to do, even though you no longer need to worry about prison? I don't want us to remain together unless I get to be in charge. I think this is the only safe way for us to be a couple."

Vanessa knew the answer. Of course she'd do that. She'd do it gladly. Jon had never told her to do anything that wasn't good for her. He was the reason she was experiencing the most tranquil period of her life. She smiled at him. "So you really don't want an answer now?" she said.

"Absolutely not. I need to hear you say what you feel after you've thought about it carefully. And I want you to prove you can keep taking orders. Don't answer now. That's an order."

"Very well, Master," she said, giggling. "Have I ever told you that you're the best Master a little slave girl like me could ever have?"

Since she couldn't tell Jon her answer, she leaned in and kissed him. He scooped her up off the couch and carried her to the bedroom. She stood quietly as he calmly removed her clothes, then laid her down on the bed. He took off his own clothes and laid down next to Vanessa, pulling their bodies together as he gave her a deep, passionate kiss. They'd been lovers for a long time now, and they knew exactly how to excite each other. When Jon began kissing Vanessa's cheeks and neck, she raised her arms over her head so he could touch her wherever he wished. He kissed her breasts and felt her nipples grow hard beneath his touch. He kissed her belly, working his way lower and lower.

They both knew exactly what would happen next. As in everything else, Vanessa surrendered all control to Jon when they made love. Sometimes he felt like being rough. Sometimes he liked playing erotic games. But on this night he felt like expressing his lovey being slow, gentle, and caring.

Vanessa knew that Jon would go down on her. She'd become so used to the way Jon excited her that she became aroused immediately. Jon had literally trained her body to respond quickly to the feel of his mouth and tongue. She spread her legs as far as she could, knowing he liked it when she opened herself for him. As she often did, Vanessa thought of herself as Jon's sex slave. It was her job to satisfy her Master, and nothing did that more than showing him how much he aroused his little slave.

She moaned as he made her cum. Jon kept kissing and licked around her pussy, avoiding her clit until she'd had time to recover. This was when she knew Jon expected her to beg. So she started to beg.

"Jon, please give me your cock," she said. "I need it so bad. Please, let me have it now. You're driving me crazy." They'd reenacted this scene so many times it unfolded naturally. Automatically. Effortlessly. Jon crawled up her body, kissing and nibbling as he went. He finally placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy.

"Is this what you want?" he asked.

"No, I want you to put it in. Please, I want your cock inside me right now. I can't wait any longer, Jon. I need your cock now. You're making me crazy."

He gave it to her. Vanessa made a sexy little purr when she felt Jon's cock finally push all the way inside. "Is this better?" he asked her.

"Oh God, yes. This is what I need. I need your cock inside me, Jon. You've turned me into your little whore. All I want is for you to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me." She knew he liked hearing those words. He knew she liked saying them.

This familiar routine was endlessly satisfying. Jon moved slowly. In and out. Vanessa moved her hips up and down to encourage him to go deep and deeper. He loved her and she loved him. The most satisfying sex was the kind that was only possible when two people cared for each other this much. They'd overcome every obstacle and arrived at a glorious place.

They were so familiar with the way they responded to each other that Jon was almost always able to cum just after Vanessa. He'd feel her pussy throb and clench, and then she'd feel him fill her with warmth. They kissed and embraced for a long time. Both of them wanted to keep doing this forever.

Afterward Jon told her to put on a dress so he could take her to a nice restaurant. "Which dress should I wear, Master?" she said, half joking and half in earnest. Jon chuckled, walked into her closet, and came back with a sexy red outfit that displayed as much skin as was legally permitted. "Excellent choice, sir. Shall I also wear the seamed nylons you like so much?" Vanessa asked.

"That would be satisfactory," Jon said.

Vanessa looked fabulous at the restaurant. All those months of avoiding tobacco, eating clean and having daily workouts had a noticeable effect. Jon saw that Vanessa's romance with her trainer, Angelica, was benefitting her mentally as well as physically. He didn't feel confident enough in his relationship to be able to say he'd be with Vanessa permanently, but there was no longer any obvious reason that made it impossible.

They drove to the restaurant in a new car - a Honda Accord. Vanessa thought it was strange that Jon was driving such a practical sedan. The Honda was comfortable, but Jon's favorite car was his Maserati, he was very fond of his Porsche, and he used a BMW sedan on long trips. He'd never said he liked Japanese cars, and he'd never given any indication that he felt the need to buy something that ordinary.

When they sat at the table, Jon looked at Vanessa and admired her beauty. She'd never looked better than at that moment.

"Clean living agrees with you. You look wonderful," Jon said.

"Thank you, sir. I feel wonderful. I'm glad you made me quit smoking. I'm glad you made me exercise. I wouldn't feel this good if you hadn't made me do the things I should do on my own."

Vanessa wanted to tell Jon that she was anxious to keep their relationship going exactly as it was, but she'd promised not to answer so soon. This was one more test to prove she could follow orders. But Vanessa had realized months ago that letting Jon make all the important decisions was what she needed. He was smart, he loved her, and every single order he'd given had been good for her.

She had some misgiving about being given a schedule dictating exactly when they had sex, but she also knew it was her fault. If she hadn't started withholding sex, Jon wouldn't have forced her into that arrangement.

"We've talked about my therapist," Jon said. "What about yours? And new insights?"

"He's having me take some very strange tests," Vanessa said. "There are hundreds of questions. It goes on and on."

"What kind of questions?"

"Crazy ones, mainly. One question asked if I've ever heard voices telling me to do things. Seriously. There are questions that ask if being with people makes me happy or sad. They are all multiple choice answers where I fill in little circles on sheets of paper that can be graded by computer. I'm wondering if he's just getting desperate to figure out what makes me tick," Vanessa said.

"He did make one interesting discovery recently," she said. "I have a symptom called 'ruminating voices.' He says this is significant."

"What are ruminating voices?" Jon asked.

"Most people have little internal conversations with themselves. You know, you'll get hungry and ask yourself 'What should I have for dinner?' It's normal. These conversations are supposed to be very quiet and relaxed.

"It's not like that with me. My inner voice yells at me. A lot. I'll think of something embarrassing that I did years ago, when I was just a kid, and my inner voice will go 'You're stupid and everybody knows it, bitch!' And I can't just stop. I try to quiet my mind, and it works for a minute, but pretty soon that voice is screaming at me again. It goes away if I read a book, or watch a movie, or do something else that occupies my mind. But if I'm just sitting around trying to relax, that inner voice just torments me."

"Wow. I had no idea. That sounds awful," Jon said.

"It's nice that it goes away when we make love," she said. "I always thought everybody had a nagging little voice inside them. Apparently it's not common, but it's not exactly rare, either. People with really serious problems, like schizophrenia, have loud voices that tell them to do crazy things. Sometimes these people think it's the voice of God. I'm nothing like that, fortunately. But my therapist thinks it's significant."

"Be sure to tell me when he comes up with an answer," Jon said.

"You'll be the second person to know."

Jon asked Vanessa to drive home. When he gave her the truck he ordered her to practice driving safely; he wanted to know if she'd made progress. Jon was glad to see that taking away the Porsche had been a good idea. She seemed to have turned herself into a safe driver. "This is very encouraging, baby," he told her. "I think I can stop worrying that you'll kill yourself on the highway."

"Thank you, sir. I've realized that it doesn't really make any difference if I take an extra two minutes to get where I'm going. It's a lot calmer this way," she said.

Jon noticed that Vanessa almost always called him "sir" these days. It started as a playful little game that acknowledged his role as making her decisions for her. But it had gradually become such a constant part of their conversation that it was no longer a game. She liked having him as a boss as well as a boyfriend. She'd done it so long she'd come to enjoy it.

They made love again before going to sleep. Vanessa realized that not being asked to consent to sex had a liberating effect. Sometimes she didn't feel particularly aroused when it was time for them to begin making love, but she always got turned on very quickly. Increasingly, Vanessa came to think of herself as being fortunate to have such a rewarding sex life. Jon satisfied her needs so well she never felt neglected. And Angelica satisfied her in a completely different way.

Jon didn't seem to be jealous of Angelica at all. Angelica made it clear that she wished she didn't have to share Vanessa with anyone, but she admitted that Jon's presence didn't seem to hurt their romance in any way. And she knew Vanessa couldn't help it if she needed to be with a man. They were both born the way they were. Angelica liked women. Vanessa liked men and women.

As always, Vanessa woke before Jon. It was time for his morning blowjob. He was erect, as he was every morning, so she quietly pulled the covers aside and sucked his cock gently into her mouth. She tried to wake him as slowly as possible, but it wasn't long before she heard him groan and felt him put one hand on top of her head. Vanessa began working harder, doing everything she could to make his cock happy. As always, she sucked a little harder when he started to cum, swallowed every drop, and kept sucking until he went soft.

She crept up beside him. "Good morning, baby."

"Good morning. That was wonderful," Jon said, just like every morning.

"Ok, I've had a chance to think about it," Vanessa said. "I want to keep our relationship exactly as it is. As it has been. Let's make it official: I am your slave. Tell me what to do, sir, and I'll do it without question. Don't change anything."

Jon smiled. "I'd hoped you'd say that," he said.

Vanessa slipped out of bed and made breakfast while Jon got ready for work. She poured coffee when he sat down in the kitchen. As always, she wore the big apron that covered her front, but displayed generous amounts of sideboob, and left her naked bottom on display.

"I'll drive the truck to work," he said. "You can have the Honda. I believe you've cured yourself of the risky driving you did with the Porsche. Let's see how you do driving a regular car for a while. Maybe we can get you something sportier someday."

Vanessa started to cry. "I don't know what I ever did to deserve you," she said. "I must have done something wonderful in a previous life, because there's no other explanation for all the amazing things you do for me." She'd gotten used to driving the pickup and came to think of it as a blessing. She'd almost forgotten how much she used to hate trucks. Driving a regular car was a big promotion, and she hadn't expected it.

Jon gave her the keys. Before leaving, he bent to give her a long, soulful kiss. "I think I'll come over again tonight," he said. "I'd rather not wait an extra day to see you."

"I'll be ready, Sir," she said.