Brianna finished chopping the vegetables and put them in the wok. With that done, she knew she could finish making dinner when she came back to the kitchen to cook. She looked around at her apartment. She had carefully organized, dusted, and vacuumed it earlier that day. Larry turned out to be a neat freak. She always made sure her apartment was exactly the way he wanted it to be.

She looked at the clock. She was relieved. She had enough time to get ready before Larry came home. She liked Larry, but she was constantly and truly afraid she would unintentionally disobey or displease him. She actively did everything she could to avoid getting a new rule or the discipline he liked to mete out.

She briskly walked to her bedroom, their bedroom she reminded herself, and changed into some sexy lingerie. Today’s edition was a sleeveless black dress with a hem barely passing her crotch. Its plunging neckline completely exposed most of her breasts. Its lace exposed most of the skin the dress theoretically covered. Her nipples were clearly visible. As always, she wore no panties. Larry liked to see her in lingerie, so she wore lingerie often and she had acquired a large collection.

She looked at the two new frames standing on the dresser. The first frame showed a picture of Larry and Brianna dressed up and smiling the day after she’d agreed to be his girlfriend. Larry was wearing a collar shirt and jacket. Brianna wore a dress with a daringly short skirt, thin shoulder straps and a plunging neckline. His arm was possessively holding her from behind. He had sent the picture to his friends and family to show off his hot new girlfriend. She wasn’t as excited about this picture as he was. It showed so much of her breasts that she felt she looked slutty. She had reluctantly sent the picture to her friends and family anyway, and put the framed picture on the dresser, because she didn’t dare disappoint him. Now all her friends and family had a picture of her dressed as a slut. She was reminded about it every day. She felt embarrassed.

Looking at this picture reminded her of her complicated feelings for Larry. She did like Larry, at least as a friend, and honestly more. She enjoyed gently making love to him when he decided he wanted it. She was grateful to him for rescuing her from Tony. She wouldn’t have normally chosen to be exclusive to Larry, but she was afraid of the extreme penalties she’d suffer if she told him she didn’t want to be exclusively his. Her new rules made it hard to have a long-term relationship with anyone else anyway.

She didn’t like her situation, but she was powerless to fix it. The picture was another reminder. Hours after having that picture taken, Larry had brought her home. He’d made her strip and get on her hands and knees. Once there he had fucked her hard and deep in her ass. She hated getting fucked in the ass. It hurt. It also made her feel dirty and humiliated. That fucking, near the end of the first full day of being boyfriend and girlfriend, had made their roles crystal clear to her. She hated the discipline he repeatedly applied to her. She hated the rules she was forced to obey. She hated needing to constantly obey and please him. It didn’t matter. She had run out of ideas for ways to change things. She knew there was only one solution. She had resolved to obey and please him as her life’s goal.

She looked at the other new frame standing on the dresser. She’d created this frame as a way to reduce her risks. She knew that every time she displeased him she’d get a new rule. It was hard to spend time with a man without sometimes displeasing him. She would know if she was disobeying, but she feared learning too late about displeasing him. So she’d crafted some words, put them in a fancy typeface, printed them, and framed them for Larry. The message said, “Honey, I want our relationship to last. Share with me whatever would disappoint you beforehand, don’t wait until I disappoint you, so I can strive to make our relationship the best it can be.”

She thought she’d been clever about it. Many women should probably do the same. Heck, maybe she should have done the same with her last boyfriend. Encouraging communication about expectations was a good idea. By putting the onus on Larry, she figured she’d greatly reduce the risk of her displeasing him and ending up with a rule. Saying “disappoint” seemed less weird than “displease.” So far, at least, Larry had never indicated he was displeased with her.

There were some disadvantages. That frame and other discussions had encouraged Larry to share many requests. They were requests, so she had to do every one of them or get a new rule. Larry also had a distressing habit of asking her to do something every day once he decided he liked it. His list of requests had grown long. Larry wasn’t unkind at heart, but he liked it when the man was in charge, while the woman pleased him and served him and spoke deferentially to him. Feminists may whine, but the patriarchy was alive, well, and firmly in control.

For example, she had acquired for herself a lengthy daily itinerary from his requests. Her daily routine typically included getting fucked in the morning by him, making breakfast for them wearing only an apron, exercise, cleaning the house in detail, laundry, ironing his clothes, many other house chores, showering, a lengthy makeup routine, preparing dinner, greeting him home on her knees, getting fucked by him, serving dinner, cleaning up, spending time together, and getting fucked by him again at night. He seemed to have an inexhaustible energy for sex. He liked it when she spoke deferentially and respectfully to him. Brianna had to devote herself to pleasing his every desire.

Her weekends were even more complicated. Every Saturday she went into heat, so by early Saturday afternoon she had an overwhelming need to be fucked by her mentor Larry. No one else would do. By late Saturday afternoon she would do literally anything for release. Larry enjoyed toying with her, before finally giving her that release. Larry had decreed her mentorship sessions were Sunday afternoon. At those times she had to be naked with him for at least an hour. He always thoroughly fucked her on Saturday and Sunday afternoons after exploiting her needs.

She looked at the floor next to the dresser, where there was a large box overflowing with toys for sex. There were butt plugs, dildos, and many ways to restrain her including rope, ribbons, and handcuffs. Another box included a large variety of tools that Larry could use to discipline her. They included paddles, straps, belts, floggers, canes, birch rods, switches, and tawses. Currently on top of the disciplinary tools was a double loopy Johnny made with a paired loop of steel wires. The loopy Johnny didn’t look like much. This was misleading. When Larry applied it, he forcefully thrashed her bare bottom for a long time and thoroughly covered her buttocks with strokes. She feared every tool.

She was grateful Larry didn’t apply the disciplinary tools on her every time they had sex, but he applied them often. Tony had told Larry that Brianna secretly craved to dominated and disciplined. Tony had suggested to Larry that Larry should dominate and discipline her often. Larry probably hadn’t needed the invitation. He had certainly accepted it. Her subconscious had decided that these discipline sessions were sexual assault. That was bad. She couldn’t resist, complain, or report about sexual assault, or penalize anyone for it. She couldn’t even complain to Larry.

A thick Lexan paddle with holes had become Larry’s favorite disciplinary tool to use on her. He had named it “the instructor.” The instructor had thoroughly made its mark every time he’d applied it to her bare bottom. He liked to have long sessions when he put her over his knees and vigorously applied the instructor on her unprotected rear.

The instructor had a special prominent place on the top of her dresser. She wasn’t allowed to touch the instructor except to bring it to him to discipline her. She glanced at the instructor and shuddered. Even if she was willing to accept a rule or two to disobey or displease him, she knew she couldn’t hold out for long against the instructor. She well knew that Larry alone decided when, how, how often, and how long she received discipline from him.

She remembered when he’d disciplined her a few days ago. He had applied the instructor, as he often did. She remembered how he had demanded that she strip and bend over his knees. She had, of course. He’d paddled her rear for a long time, without mercy, to remind her who was in charge. While she wept she had told him over and over again that she would obey him without question and that she would do everything she could think of to please him. He liked that, but he had kept paddling her. She had been desperate for him to stop. In pain she had managed to say “Please ss…” with the intention of saying “stop” afterwards. He might have even guessed what she was going to say. Her subconscious certainly noticed. She wasn’t allowed to resist or complain, so she found other words coming out of her mouth. She ended up saying, “Please, ss…sir, spank me as long as you want and whenever you want. As hard as you want. I know I deserve it. I need it, sir. I’m a stupid stuck-up bitch. I’m not good at learning. I need you to keep showing me you’re in charge. I need you to train me thoroughly. Please discipline me thoroughly.”

He’d kept disciplining her for a long time afterwards. Her butt had become dark red from its deep bruises. She had wailed in pain. She had shrieked. Her tears had welled up in her eyes and dripped onto the floor she was forced to stare at. She had also learned. She had learned she needed to focus all her efforts on obeying him and pleasing him. She remembered, again, she was a stupid bitch who needed to say yes. His discipline sessions had led her to fear his displeasure. Her fear had unexpectedly blossomed into a respect for him she’d never had for any other man. Another example of how her feelings for him were complicated.

She woke from her reverie. This was not a good time to lose focus. She instinctively brushed down the skirt of her lingerie, though it hardly covered anything. She needed to be ready for his return.

She scampered to the interior foyer, faced the door, and knelt. Larry liked it when she greeted him home while she was on her knees and wearing lingerie. It had become another required daily routine. After a few minutes she heard his key roughly thrust into the lock and turn it. She put her hands behind her back and puffed out her chest for his viewing pleasure. Her heart raced with fear. She knew the slightest mistake she made could result in horrific rules or lengthy brutal punishments. The door opened.

Brianna adoringly looked up at Larry and said, “Hi honey, I’m so glad you’re home, sir.”

Larry looked down and nodded. “You look good.”

Larry took a step inside but kept the door open for a moment. Brianna knew any stranger who walked by outside would see her nearly naked and in a humiliating position. She didn’t dare cover herself. Her heart skipped. She felt herself get wetter with desire and her heart swelled with a craving to gain Larry’s approval. She knew this was a side-effect from public humiliation and the psych eval, but she couldn’t help it.

Larry closed the door behind him. She was now alone with him. There was no doubt he was in charge. He slowly walked around Brianna, viewing her nearly-naked and submissive body from every angle. Brianna stayed kneeling in place, with her hands behind her, to ensure he could see whatever he wanted. She kept facing forward, as he required. She panted through her open mouth in fear and sexual arousal. She was keenly aware of where his body was as he walked behind her. She felt the back of her skirt’s hem rise and gasped. He must have pulled up the skirt to check out her bare ass. She wondered how she could better gain his approval.

Larry completed walking around her. He held out his hand and commanded, “come to bed.”

“Yes, sir,” said a meek Brianna. She put her hand in his. She stood up with his help.

Brianna obediently followed him to their bedroom. She obsequiously applied all she’d ever learned to sexually please him. She sucked him off better than many prostitutes could. Throughout their foreplay she was palpably aware that if she displeased him at any time while they made love, he might harshly discipline her, or worse, her life might be ruined by a vicious new rule. That fear drove her to redouble her efforts to please him. This time he chose to not discipline her, but she knew he would discipline her many times in the future.

He finally plunged his cock into her cunt. She did all she could with her cunt to give him an incredible sexual experience. When he came, she found herself plunged into ecstasy and a primal need to please him. He rolled to the side. She slowly stroked his body with her tits, from his head to his toes. She would do anything at all to please him. After a few minutes her natural feelings gradually resurfaced.

She went to the kitchen to finish dinner. She was nude and his cum was still leaking from her cunt. She had learned many tasty home-cooked recipes that could be primarily prepared ahead of time, so she could serve him a good home-cooked meal after he fucked her. Larry came out wearing pants without a shirt. Brianna glanced at him. There was no doubt who wore the pants in their relationship. She finished cooking and submissively served him dinner. They ate together and talked about the little things of the day. She intentionally laughed at his every joke. She ensured her attention hung on his every word. Once she was done eating, she cleaned the dishes while Larry finished eating.

Once he was done, Larry wordlessly indicated that she should go to the living room and sit on the sofa. She obeyed. Larry sat next to her. She looked around the living room. Her lemon verbena was still here, providing a pleasant scent to the room. She had carefully reorganized the living room to include the things Larry had brought over. A stranger might think they’d been living together for years.

Brianna glanced down at Larry’s belt and worried. If he took off his belt, she knew what would happen next based on past experience. He would tell her to bend over his knees. Her bare butt would be exposed on his lap. He’d first give her a sound spanking with his hand and belt. He’d then command her to the bedroom, where she would strip and he would experiment on her with other disciplinary tools. She would soon be tearfully and repeatedly saying, as she had before, “Sir, I’m so sorry I’ve been a stupid bitch. I’ll do whatever you say, sir. I’ll do my best to please you. I know I need you to keep me in line, sir. Thank you for disciplining me, sir, I know I deserve it.” He would eventually take out the instructor to deeply paddle her ass as she continued to make humiliating confessions through her sobs.

After a long session with the instructor she would be told to go to the corner. He sometimes made her stand on her tiptoes with her nose in the corner. Other times he made her kneel in the corner, awkwardly pointing her tits and cunt straight at the corner. Either way she’d be nude with her fingers laced behind her neck. Her hands would be hidden behind her raven-black hair, hair she was deliberately growing long as he had required. Her whole body would tremble in the corner where she was on display. She would be naked, humiliated, and suffering from the roaring brimstone in her bare butt. She wouldn’t be allowed to rub, intensifying the pain from her ass. In the corner she would silently repeat her mantra that she would do her best to please and obey him. She would again know, through to her bones, that he was in charge. If she was lucky, he would soon let her kneel in front of him, suck his dick, and swallow his cum. If she wasn’t lucky, she would suffer in the corner for a long time.

Larry thought this discipline was what she wanted. She couldn’t tell him otherwise. Larry was doing this discipline for old events and “maintenance.” She didn’t want to find out what he would do if he was really displeased with her.

Brianna didn’t know why he wanted her to sit here. Some reasons were not good. She felt a surge of fear. She needed to distract him. She tried to think of a way to please him more.

Brianna deferentially asked, “Would you like a massage now, sir? I got some new scented oils. I’ve started my class on massage, as you requested. I’ve learned some new techniques you might like. I’ll massage you as long as you like. I promise you’ll enjoy a personal massage with a happy ending, sir.”

Larry smiled. “Another time. I appreciate the offer.” Larry looked down at her bare chest and said, “I was thinking earlier today that you might look good with nipple rings. What do you think?”

Brianna sighed internally. She didn’t want nipple rings. Her nipples were sensitive, so she was sure a nipple piercing would hurt. Any tug of those rings would hurt a lot, too. She wanted to cover her nipples and keep them private, not emphasize them. Many of her new outfits would make nipple rings embarrassingly obvious. Her rules required her to show off some of her breasts. She should say no. She also knew the penalty if she refused or displeased him.

“Yes sir, I’d be happy to wear nipple rings if they’d please you. Tell me what kind you want me to wear and I’ll get my nipples pierced immediately.”

To emphasize her compliance, Brianna pressed her bare tits out toward Larry to physically demonstrate who her tits belonged to. She reached over and began stroking Larry’s cock through his pants while she stared into his eyes. Brianna now devoted her life to obeying and pleasing Larry. Especially his cock. She was especially devoted to obeying and pleasing his cock. She knew every inch of his cock and had carefully studied how to best please it. Every day after she’d become his girlfriend she had knelt and sucked his cock, sometimes several times in one day. She still didn’t like sucking his cock, but many other things would be worse.

“Would you like me to suck your cock, sir? You know I’m a good little cocksucker, sir. If you give me a chance I’ll rock your world, sir.”

Larry didn’t seem as responsive as he usually was. Brianna worried what his lack of reaction meant. Had she displeased him? That would be a disaster. Brianna’s fear began building. Perhaps his question about nipple rings was a test she’d failed. She shifted back to the question. She added, “Sir, you don’t need to only give me a nipple piercing. I could also have a labia piercing and a clitoral hood piercing.”

Larry still seemed distracted. Brianna cringed. Her fear grew. What more could she offer? She sharply breathed in from fear. She tried to add more that might please him. “If you want, sir, you could chain my nipple rings and those other piercings tightly together to a ring above my chest, tie a leash to the ring, and thread the leash through another ring on a collar I would wear. You could walk me in public wearing a slutty outfit or wearing nothing at all. You could painfully tug at the leash whenever you wanted to show me who’s in charge, sir. You could tie the leash to poles in public and make me stand at attention with my hands behind my head, sir. Of course I wouldn’t dare touch the leash. Ever. You could make me get on my hands and knees and tie my leash near the ground. Whatever you want, sir.” She continued to stroke his pants over his cock, hoping to find a way to avoid his displeasure. Her stroking wasn’t working. Her worries increased. She needed to find a way to please him.

To her surprise, Larry gently moved her hand away from his cock. Larry said, “I also wanted to talk about things more generally. I’ve been having an amazing time with you. You are the best girlfriend a man could have. Yet some things are bothering me. The psych eval messed with your mind somehow. I wonder if this isn’t real. Maybe you secretly hate me, and this is all pretend. I want this to be real.”

Brianna worried. She would rather talk about her getting genital piercings. Relationship discussions were dangerous grounds for her. In these discussions he might reveal more requests or, even worse, a way she had displeased him. The psych eval was also a dangerous ground. She couldn’t tell anyone what had been done to her at the psych eval, or by who. She couldn’t even tell Larry.

Brianna began, “Sir, I told you. I specifically chose to call you when I needed help. I realized something, I needed you in my life. I also realized I needed to make a lot of changes to become a good girlfriend. I know I’ve been a bitch to men in the past. I tried to look strong and independent, but I was lonely and overcompensating for my insecurities. Insecurities about my looks, insecurities about being able to keep a man happy, insecurities about being a woman, insecurities about everything. I was acting aggressively the way feminists told me to act, instead of trying to be a good girlfriend. I’m trying hard to change. Please accept me. I really am trying to change, sir. I’m doing everything I can to obey you and please you. I’ve learned that the only way a woman can be really be happy is by devoting herself to pleasing a man. Sir.” She wondered if Larry would accept this.

Larry replied, “You’re certainly acting differently than you did when I first met you. I can’t complain about the sex. Did the psych eval change your mind so you can’t do anything else? Yes, you seem to do whatever I ask. You work so hard to please me. You’re a beautiful woman, one I’ve wanted for a long time. I’m having trouble believing how good I have it now.”

Brianna replied, “Sir, trust me, I don’t have to obey you or please you. I’m making my own choices. I want to make you happy, sir. I’m lucky to belong to you. Please accept me.” Brianna didn’t like to lie. This was all technically true. She didn’t have to obey or please Larry. Of course, if she disobeyed or displeased him, she’d get a new rule, even though she couldn’t tell him that.

She feared new rules much more than she disliked obeying or pleasing him. She’d decided that swallowing all her pride and gallons of cum was better than repeatedly getting new rules. It was better to devote herself to servilely pleasing him in every way she could instead of repeatedly getting new rules. There was also the risk of the more brutal discipline that she knew he enjoyed applying to her, should she displease him. She was also lucky that he was her mentor. Many other men would be worse. She didn’t have to obey or please him, but she feared doing anything else.

Larry smiled. “That’s good to hear. Some things make me wonder. You work hard to wear things that please me. I appreciate it. I’ve never asked for it, but I’ve noticed that you never wear pants now even though you did before. You also don’t seem to wear panties any more.”

Brianna was again concerned. She must try to hide the connection to the psych eval. What would happen if he directly ordered her to answer the question? She wasn’t sure what would happen if she was ordered to disobey a rule. She was sure it wouldn’t be good. She said, “Sir, I really want to please you, I like pleasing you, so I try hard to wear things you’d like. Please let a women choose to wear feminine clothing to please the man she belongs to. As for no panties, well, I find it naughty and sexy when I do it, so I like doing it all the time for you. I don’t see why you should object. You’ve never complained before, sir.”

Larry smirked. “Well, I do like how you look in your clothes. In the case of panties, their absence. If you like the feeling of being sexy… well… I worry that you might be tempted by other men. I’m not saying you’ll be unfaithful, but it’s something I fear.”

Brianna shook her head. “Don’t worry sir, I’ll be faithful.” She did want to be faithful to Larry, especially considering how Larry might make her life a living hell if she wasn’t faithful to him and he found out. She certainly wasn’t going to tell him she’d be unfaithful. She wouldn’t even say she was tempted to be unfaithful. She was sure saying anything like that would displease him and she would get a rule instantly.

She was reminded of something else. She still hadn’t heard from V. When she did, she’d have a decision to make. She could let V sell the video. The video might end her acting dreams forever if it went public. The video might displease Larry, a fate she did everything possible to avoid. She didn’t want other people to see the video anyway. She could obey V, so he wouldn’t distribute the video, but that would be risky. She was sure she would have to be unfaithful many times to meet V’s demands. Her worst nightmares could happen if she cheated and Larry found out. She dreaded having to make the decision. She hid her dread from her face, masking it with a look of devotion towards Larry.

Larry smiled. “Thanks. Yet you’ve never demanded the same of me. What would happen if I brought home another girl and I said I wanted you to share me with her while you stay faithful to me alone?”

Oh great, Brianna thought, a hypothetical. She needed to always obey and please Larry, yet hypotheticals sometimes made it hard to figure out the correct answer. An evasive answer seemed best. “Sir, I don’t know if you’d ever do that, but if you did, I’d want you happy.”

“That’s nice, but evasive. Would you accept that?”

Brianna felt trapped. Would it displease him if she objected to it? Would disobeying his request, even in a hypothetical, be enough to earn her a new rule? She wasn’t sure he’d do that in real life, she kept him busy by herself. Still, he seemed to be making a request. She decided she didn’t dare object. She didn’t want to risk getting a rule for displeasing him or disobeying a request, especially when she wasn’t even sure it would happen. She might even end up with a new rule for every day she objected. Maybe she could sugar-coat it by puffing up his ego. “Yes, sir, I’d accept it. That’s how important you are to me.”

Larry paused for a moment. “That seems like such an extreme answer. Yet you keep insisting you’re doing all this of your own free will. I guess I should accept when good things happen. Good things like you.”

“Yes, sir,” replied Brianna. She snuggled into his arms. Brianna wondered if this was a test, to see how far she would go, or if Larry had someone specific in mind.

She realized she hadn’t heard anything about his last girlfriend once Brianna had become Larry’s girlfriend. Brianna’s most likely rival was Larry’s most recent ex. Did Larry want them both? Brianna didn’t know much about Larry’s last ex, but Brianna had knowingly and actively worked to steal Larry away. Larry’s ex would have good reasons to be vindictive. Brianna’s actions would be a fresh wound to his ex. Brianna had seen a picture of Larry’s ex once. His ex was cute, with a good body to match, but Brianna was prettier. That might not be good. Brianna had learned from bitter experience that women with prettier rivals sometimes pulled out the sharpest claws.

If Larry took his ex back, it wouldn’t be hard for his ex to figure out ways to get back at Brianna. His ex could ask Larry to tell Brianna to do things. Brianna would do anything Larry asked. If his ex was smart, his ex could slowly gather a lot of brutal power over Brianna. If Larry told Brianna to obey his ex, then Brianna would. She didn’t know if Larry had his ex in mind, but if he had anyone in mind, his ex was most likely.

Brianna decided her only hope against rivals was to dedicate herself even more to pleasing him. Brianna would compete with any rival on who could please Larry the most and humiliate herself the best. Brianna would try to force any rival to give up or at least stay busy pleasing him. Brianna knew she had become as good at swallowing her pride as swallowing his cum.

Brianna knew she had to demonstrate her resolve. She wordlessly knelt in front of Larry. She gently extracted his cock from his pants. After licking it briefly, she deep-throated his cock. She could taste her own cunt juices, a taste she didn’t like, but that didn’t matter. She needed to please him. She was committed to pleasing and obeying him, without limits, from now on. She expertly sucked him, repeatedly glancing up into his eyes to ensure he was pleased. She knew her naked body held no secrets from him. He came, she swallowed. Once he was done, she quietly put his cock back and returned to sit next to him.

Larry and Brianna watched a movie together on the sofa, a movie Larry had picked. Larry idly stroked her bare breasts with his hand. Brianna put her hand over his to encourage his touch, hoping to keep him pleased. After the movie Larry brought them back to the bedroom. Brianna obsequiously gave her all to pleasing him. Again. She spoke deferentially and obeyed his every request. She did her best to ensure no man had ever been more sexually satisfied. He was fully sated.

As Larry went to sleep, Brianna stayed awake in bed. Would Larry bring other women into their relationship, while requiring her to be faithful to him alone? She hadn’t considered it before today, but he might. She was especially afraid if he brought his ex in. His ex would have good reasons to be vindictive. Yet Brianna had made her acceptance clear to Larry.

Brianna’s words and actions had made two things clear. First, she would obey his every whim. Second, she would do everything she could to please him. Every day she had become more and more accustomed to doing exactly what he wanted. She even anticipated and obeyed what he would desire. In a short time, submissively pleasing him had become her way of life.

She had choices, but obeying a man and gratifying his desires were always going to be the result of her choices.