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are relaxing in the shower.” His words were soft as he spoke with his cheek resting on the top of my head, as he held me.
      He pulled himself from me, took my left wrist along with the chain in his hand and led me past the kitchen, down the short hallway and to the right was the bathroom, with no door. He let go of my wrist and stood to the side of the doorway, leaning up against the wall.
    “The reason there is no door is because you will hide nothing from me that I wish to see. If you are allowed privacy it will be of my choosing. Look at me, Princess, this is important for you to understand now.”
      I looked up into his sparking eyes.
    “Only you control your mind , Princess. But from this moment forward I will have complete control of your body. You may feel your treatment at times to be very humiliating and even degrading.  Put your hands behind your neck, dear.” He ordered passively.
      I begrudgingly complied, watching his eyes lower to my chest as I brought my arms up. I saw the hint of a smile on his lips before he resumed talking.
    “Your body belongs to me for the next three days. As promised, I will not harm you unless your actions such as earlier call for such, as I am sure you would agree. I want to teach you things about yourself that you have probably never even thought of before. I hope that through my control of your body that you will allow your mind the freedom of learning and enjoying the experience, and if nothing else, you will walk away with a better understanding of who you really are, and who you were always meant to be.” He reached up brushing the hair from my face and eyes.
    “Go now, I shall leave you alone for one hour. Please do your best to think about what I have said rather than plotting how to sneak out in the middle of the night .  I assure you that is not possible,” he said.
    I saw him sneer as he looked at his watch.
    “One hour , Princess,” and he walked away leaving me in the doorway.
     

     
     
    Chapter 3 : Submission
     
    I stood in the large bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. Black smudged make up under my eyes, my eyelids swollen and puffy, and his dark red hand print on my left cheek, raised and swollen. I turned on the water in the sink and took a washcloth from the shelf above the toilet. I washed my face while contemplating his words.
    Three days of being his slut puppy and he was going to just let me go? But I’ve seen his face now . I would be able to identify him to the police . Why would he just let me go? He wants me to feel more at ease, I thought . He wants to give me a false sense of security. I turned off the water, lowered the lid on the toilet, and sat down, holding the warm washcloth to my swollen eyes.
      I hope his tongue hurts as much as my cheek does . I pulled the washcloth from my face and tossed it onto the vanity.
    I opened the sliding glass doors on the shower, turned the water on hot, waiting for the steam to start rising. I got in the shower and closed the doors as best I could to accommodate the chain. I closed my eyes as the hot water beaded down on my head, running my hands through my long red hair and wetting it thoroughly. My mind was all over the place as I let the hot water flow down the back of my neck, gathering my hair to one side. His words flooded my mind in a mangled, twisted mess. What would I understand by this time tomorrow? What does he mean to teach me about myself? I shuddered at the thought of his controlling my body. What sick and twisted things would he do to me and force me to do to him?
    He has to sleep sometime. What would prevent me from slicing through this collar and slipping out while he slept?
    He would probably drug me so that I slept while he did , I realized. I finally settled on the thought that I should probably make the best of my situation for the next three days, holding onto the hope that he really would let me go in three days time as I finished washing my hair and body.
    I grabbed a