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[kissysub]

(this is a continuation of a story I'm in the process of writting; I hope that's ok...if you want me to write something esle just let me know and I'll do it.)



Waking up, Kissy was confused. There were arms around her: large, strong, masculine arms. As she gently rolled over to see the owner of these extremities, the memories of last night flooded her. Oh, right, she thought. Trying to anyalize the sistuation. Being inudated with mass amounts of emotions, she decided that she must do something, she needed time to think.

Carefully removing herself from his grasp, she began the search for her clothes. Finding them wrinkled, ripped, and stained, she realized she couldn't wear them. She saw his clothes lain nicely on a chair near by, so she grabbed his shirt and put it on.

Inhaling deeply she could smell him. God he smelled good, a cross of deep masculine musk and his spicy cologne. Taking one last look at the man who had assulted her to her hearts content last night, she left the room.


Jon woke up to an empty bed. He saw that last night wasn't a dream by the rumpled bed clothes and a set of ruined woman's clothes setting on the foot of the bed. But where was this naked woman? Getting up, he put on his dirty pants, feeling the stiffness of the material where his fluids last night had left their remains. Failing to find his shirt, he shrugged and went to the bathroom.

After a shortened morning routine, he made his way to the kitchen, praying there wasn't an officer waiting to dine with him. He went to far last night, but damn it she enjoyed it last night. Morning afters were a bitch.

Coming down the stairs in the kitchen, he was stunned. On his table sat serving for two, omlets, toast, juice, even fresh fruit. Looking around he saw a delectable little rump peaking out from his shirt bending over into the frigde.

As kissy turned around she nearly dropped the jelly she was holding. Ok, maybe last night was good for her. Hell when was the last time a woman cooked breakfast for him? It must have been sensational for her too.



Not knowing what to say to him, Kissy avoided looking directly at him and his glorious masculine chest. Did I go to far making breakfast? He doesn't look pleased. Stealing her nerves she cast a glance at his face. Expelling a breath of releif she thought well he looks more hungery for me than his food. That's good, right?


Still not exchanging a word, Jon sat at the table as she added the last of the condements. When she began to pull out a chair for herself, Jon decided to play it to the hilt and see how she'd react. "Did I say you could sit with me?"

She looked startled, although Jon couldn't decide whether it was from the broken silence or the words themself. After a painful second, she pushed the chair back to the table and went to stand by the counter. So far so good. "When I speak to you pet, answer me."

The whispered reply was almost too quiet to be heard, "Sorry, Sir. I didn't know what to say. I will try to do better in the future for you."

This was almost too good to be true for Jon. "Next time speak up, pet. Now come kneel by me so I can feed you." For a split second he thought she'd refuse, but to his surprise, she kneeled beside him, even if her eyes said she wanted to murder him.

After eating about half of his plate, he pulled hers toward hime and put some of the delicous omlet on a fork and started to feed her. Stroking her soft snarled hair every once in a while. She was a true gift.


Kissy couldn't believe she was being fed like this, nor could she comprend why she felt treasured while he was humiliating her this way. When done he got up, Was she supposed to get up too? He hadn't said anything. So she sat their in the straining silence while he cleared the table, put the dishes in the washer, and acted as if she wasn't kneeling here by his chair half naked.

After a few more minutes the strain on her nerves almost made her cry out and demand he explain what was happening. As she battled the war for control inside, he was watching her. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, but it became clear she desperately needed to please this man. If it pleased him for her to sit like a dumby then by god she'd sit here until the floor rotted away.



Jon couldn't believe what he was seeing. He saw the war in her eyes. The desperation of her wanting to get up, to speak, to do something. He also saw the her need for him. This amzed him. 24 hours ago she was just a vanilla girl, wanting to explore herself. Today she was going to start the transistion to being his slave. He'd keep her as long as she'd allow.