Alone and in the prime of his life, Adam had finally acted on realizing his dream. The business was running smoothly without his daily supervision, his comfortable retirement was assured, his houses paid for in full. It was time to start his search for the woman to balance his life. He had known since a young age that he was different from most, attracted to the darker side of sex. His was a rough and sometimes harsh attitude, where women were meant to serve, and to suffer. To his surprise, he discovered there were women who shared his views. He made it a goal to find the one that fit his tastes.

He was a sadist, to be sure. He enjoyed hurting women. There were no way two ways about it. The marking of their flesh, the reactions of his subjects, their moans and whimpers and quickened breath, their heightened sexual response, these all brought him pleasure. And it wasn’t limited to the physical act of giving pain. He reveled in the psychological control he could wield as well. He wasn’t a psychopath however: to indiscriminately injure held no allure. He wasn’t needlessly cruel or barbaric. Sadists were always misunderstood and maligned, he thought. Except by masochists. They positively adored sadists. And they were the only audience he card about.

Adam’s sadism needed an appropriate canvas, a subject that gave herself willingly unto his designs, one that balanced his dominant desire with an equal force of submission. This was now his quest. To find a woman who knew herself enough to know that to serve a harsh and demanding Master was as integral to her life as breathing. He needed to find someone who would dive to great depths of humiliation and debasement to realize her full potential. He had placed the ad, screened the applicants, returned e-mails, researched his favorites.

Many women dreamed of becoming property, but most held unrealistic views and knew little of what such service would require. Most never returned his correspondence once he spelled it out to them. Others seemed so damaged that they were a risk to themselves: so far gone down a rabbit hole of self-loathing that they were by now irretrievable. He needed someone smart enough, and bold enough, and infinitely curious. They needed to be stable and intelligent and healthy. He had narrowed it down to Clara and Monique. Now they were here, displaying their charms, desperate for the attention of a true Master: the One who would complete them.