Brianna was suspended naked mid-air in the shape of an X. Shackles firmly encased each of her wrists. The shackles were pulled tight by steel cables to opposing places on the ceiling. Shackles on each of her ankles were pulled tight by other cables, each connected to distant locations on the cement floor. Her limbs were tightly stretched out and her body was fully exposed.

Masked men cruelly giggled around her. She looked around and saw that she was in a windowless large room filled with torture devices. The mens’ masks were only around their eyes, so she could easily see the lewd motions they made with their mouths. The leader ceremoniously brought in a cart covered by a thick blanket. He wore a cruel grin.

“Let’s see what we have one at a time, shall we?,” the leader said. He reached under the blanket and brought out his first item, a pair of metal nipple clamps with significant weights attached. The leader carefully placed them on top of the blanket. Each nipple clamp had serrated teeth. Brianna’s eyes grew. Brianna had sensitive nipples, so while nipple clamps would hurt anyone, she knew those would be especially painful to her. He reached under again. He showed off a serrated metal cunt clamp with an even larger weight. He next revealed a huge metal anal plug, followed by an electric shock device to connect to all of them. Finally, he brought out a cat o’ nine tails with lengthy thorns at the end of each strip. He displayed them all triumphantly on the table, grinned further at the other men, and turned to look at her.

“We’ve had enough of your attitude. We’re going to give you a thorough attitude adjustment so you learn to start behaving properly for men. From now on, every time you start to stray from humble submission and obedience, we’ll make sure you receive the penalty. We will start now. These will be lessons you will never forget. Never.”

Brianna was terrified. She struggled to move her arms, her legs, anything. She couldn’t break loose. The leader viscously grinned as he picked up the nipple clamps and began bringing them toward her. It was clear her sadistic torturer was going to make her brutally suffer. She struggled further, trying to move, trying to…

Brianna woke up.

She was still terrified. The nightmare had felt real. Her fear was still real. She looked and saw Larry sleeping next to her in bed. He was even facing her. She needfully scooted her back into his chest. She gently wrapped his arms around her. She needed comfort. Safety. Someone to protect her. They were both naked. Their skin-on-skin contact and his protective embrace was what she craved.

He groggily woke up. Once he realized it was Brianna, he took advantages and started fondling her breasts. Brianna didn’t care. He could have her tits and all the rest of her as long as he would hold her. She normally tried to be independent, but her terror was too primal to pretend that she didn’t need him.

“Yum,” he said. “How about some more bedroom play?”

“Okay,” she quickly replied. There were good reasons to agree. Rejecting his request would mean she’d get a new rule. After finally getting rid of two rules she was eager to avoid a new one. Also, she had promised him that he could fuck her into the morning any way he wanted. She did her best to keep her promises.

Those weren’t the only reasons she agreed. She desperately needed him to stay until she got her emotions under control from her morning terrors. She’d gladly trade her body to him if he would stay. She pressed herself into his body to try to comfort herself.

She felt sore, though. She’d been through a lot before they’d made love last night. There had also been… well, last night. Larry was a lot kinkier than Brianna had expected. Of course, she’d given Larry time to dream up whatever he wanted to do. She’d promised she’d do whatever he wanted. They’d been up for hours last night in the bedroom, using toys and positions and roles she hadn’t heard of before. Maybe one of his past girlfriends had practiced some of those positions with him. Maybe his current girlfriend was doing them with him. Maybe he’d seen or read a lot of porn and was trying it out. She had spent hour after hour obeying his every twisted sexual command and submitting to his every whim. Her body was sore and worn all over. Brianna also had a small hangover from being drunk last night. She was grateful the hangover wasn’t worse, but a little time would help.

Brianna pleaded, “I’ll do it, but can we delay a little so I can rest? I promise you can fuck me any way you want.” Brianna could have pretended that she needed to go to the bathroom, but she was too afraid to separate herself from his body. She hoped her subconscious would allow her to ask for a delay as long as she agreed to his proposition. Her subconscious seemed to be satisfied.

“Sure,” said Larry, still sounding a little groggy. “Starting the morning with a snuggle sounds good anyway.” Larry held her possessively and closed his eyes. Brianna nestled into Larry’s embrace. She pressed his hands onto her breasts. She felt more like a frightened little girl than a grown woman. She needed a man’s protection. She would gladly give her body to him for protection. She was grateful for his embrace. She slowly began to calm down.

She had never had such a terrifying and realistic-seeming dream before. Did the dream mean anything? Was this a message from her subconscious expressing her fears that she had lost so much control over her life? Was this her subconscious finding and exploiting another way to threaten and punish her? She didn’t know. Neither of those answers seemed comforting.

As she thought about it, it seemed more like a warning. She suspected it was a warning that if she didn’t start becoming more obedient and compliant, there’d be worse penalties for her. It was not a comforting thought. She pressed further into Larry, trying to retreat from all that was frightening. Her terror and her fatigue fought. Eventually, wrapped in his warm comforting arms, her fatigue won.

After a bit she woke up. Larry was holding her. He was asleep again. She was getting warm and sweaty from the direct body contact. She was no longer so scared. His embrace had comforted her. She subtly unwrapped herself from Larry. He woke up.

“You’re awake,” he said.

“Yes. Let me shower and stuff, and you’ll have me.”

“Sounds great. I could use a shower after you. After that, showtime.”

She shrugged. She wasn’t sure what he meant. What they did this morning was up to him anyway. She took some medicine and showered. He showered. When he came back into the bedroom, she was sitting on the bed and feeling far more human.

He began, “Okay, let’s try something else this morning. I’m the stern and lecherous headmaster. You’re the naughty schoolgirl caught misbehaving who will do anything to keep from being expelled.”

“Okay, though that’s not a new one in this world.”

“That’s true, but it sounds like fun to me.”

“I’ll do it. Give me a moment to change and make it even more fun.”

Brianna thought this would be more fun if she hadn’t whipped herself recently. She kept that thought to herself. She looked through her clothes and found a short plaid skirt, tight top, and some thigh-highs. That outfit should help set the mood. She couldn’t wear panties. She doubted Larry would complain. After a quick change in the bathroom, she re-entered the bedroom. She found it hard to take this scene seriously. She came back with a smirk.

Larry looked up. “I love the outfit. What’s with the smirk? I thought you were an actress.”

“That’s a low blow,” she playfully riposted. “Are you appealing to my pride to get me into the role?”

“Only if it works.”

“All right. One moment.” Brianna whirled around. She felt her skirt lift up to briefly expose her bare ass to Larry. She marched back into the bathroom. She thought through the role as if she were auditioning for an important part. Naughty schoolgirl, lecherous headmaster, will be expelled, must do anything. After a few moments she came back out.

“Sir, you called for me?”

“Yes. Come over here and stand in front of me.” Larry watched her with lust as she sashayed over to him in her short skirt, tight top, and thigh-highs. She stood in front of him and lowered her eyes. He said, “You were caught stealing, again. I have every right to expel you unless you convince me to do otherwise.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I know I deserve it. Please don’t expel me. You can discipline me any way you want. I promise I will do anything you ask.”

“I will discipline you and be demanding. Afterwards I will decide your fate. Let’s start with a spanking. Stand here and bend over my lap.”

Brianna draped herself over Larry’s lap. Larry lifted her skirt and exposed her bare butt to his waiting hand. He began spanking her. Brianna began appealing. “I’m sorry, sir, I won’t do it again, I’ll do what you ask, you’re in charge.” Brianna’s butt soon stung like hell, but she’d promised Larry she would do whatever he wanted. She was determined to follow through. Larry took off his belt. He repeatedly spanked her butt hard with his belt. Brianna cried out. After so much abuse her bottom stung.

Larry stopped. “Now get on your knees and suck me off thoroughly. Do a good job and swallow every drop.” Brianna didn’t particularly like giving blow jobs. They seemed vaguely degrading for the one doing the sucking. She had also struggled to control her gag reflex every time she’d done it before. She had promised to do what he wanted, though. She knew a cruel rule was waiting for her if she disobeyed. He had told her to do a good job, too. She dropped to her knees and sucked him like her life depended on it. It took a little while. He got hard, harder, harder. His orgasm finally exploded into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, as required. As she swallowed his cum she looked up and gazed into his eyes. She begged with her eyes for him to be pleased with her.

“Good,” said Larry. “You may go now.”

Brianna sashayed to the bathroom. She walked back as herself.

Larry said, “That was really nice. Now I’m hungry. Could you make us a bacon and egg breakfast while wearing absolutely nothing but an apron?”

Brianna rolled her eyes. “I could. You are taking advantages.”

“You can’t blame me. Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” Brianna smiled. She stripped and went out to get her apron. She put it on and began making breakfast. As she finished, Larry entered the kitchen fully dressed for work.

“You look great,” admired Larry.

“Thanks.” She laid out the breakfast plates for them both, feeling oddly pleased about being able to serve him in such a domestic way. Larry sat down to eat and kept glancing at her as she served the food. Her apron did not do a good job keeping her breasts covered. It exposed her thoroughly reddened ass. She slowly sat down next to him. She squirmed a little as she slowly increased the weight on her tender buttocks. She finally managed to get her butt completely down on the seat. They sat together and ate in peaceful silence.

“This was amazing. I don’t mean only the breakfast,” said Larry.

“Thank you,” said Brianna. Although she’d set up last night and this morning in desperation, and her butt still hurt, Brianna realized that her time with Larry had also been nice. She didn’t want it to end.

Larry said, “I need to go to work. Let’s talk later.”

“Okay.”

Larry finished up and put his dishes in the sink. He gave her a quick peck on the forehead and headed out the door.

Brianna watched him leave. Although she would never have gone out with him before that evil “evaluation,” she found that she had feelings for Larry now. He’d been kind. Kind was good. Also, she craved protection now. He couldn’t fully protect her, but his presence helped her feel a little protected.

She looked at the clock. She soon needed to clean up and start getting ready for her meeting with Tony. Her agent. Her betrayer. Her… “mentor.” She would have to spend some time before the meeting thinking hard about being perfectly respectful and totally cooperative, too. She feared this meeting. Tony knew her weaknesses. He would exploit them. There was nothing she could do.