Chapter Nine

The Final Day with Cassandra

I made it on time for work, leaving my submissive trapped naked and helpless in my apartment. I stopped into the rest room and splashed water on my face before I went into the meeting. I needed a shave, my hair was a mess, and my eyes were red with a crazed look in them. My head was pounding. I wish I’d taken a few aspirin before I left home. I grabbed a cup of rancid coffee from the employee lounge and went into the conference room. I tried not to talk or make eye contact with anyone at work.

When the meeting started, I pretended to listen to the various department heads talk about the sales results from last month and what to expect next month from accounts receivables. I began to feel dizzy and my forehead was perspiring. I tried to pay attention while the management team spoke of sales goals, marketing strategies, identifying the target audience for the various radio stations on our accounts and how the sales staff needed to match the advertising account to the right target audience. While the managers spoke, I patted my forehead with a tissue and started to feel more nauseous. Everyone droned on until lunch break. Since I’ve always been one of the top sellers, luckily no one asked me any questions at the meeting. Along with feeling queasy, I suddenly felt depressed. My job, my very existence, seemed completely meaningless now.

“This is my life,” I thought to myself. “This is what my life will be like on Wednesday after Cassandra leaves me, devoid of meaning, beauty, sensuality.”

I wasn’t in the mood to go back to my cubicle, get on the phone and make cold calls to pitch radio spots to a lot of poor business owners trying to make ends meet. I wondered what was wrong with me. I never had a problem focusing on my job in the past. Maybe it was just low blood sugar. If I had a bite, I thought perhaps I’d feel better.

I went into the break room for lunch, bought a tuna fish sandwich from the vending machine, took a small bite and vomited in front of several fellow employees in the middle of the floor. Someone commented that I didn’t look well and got the manager. I was told to go home for the rest of the day. If that’s all it took to get out of my job for the rest of the day, I was thankful to have retched in front of the staff. I left immediately.

I entered my apartment. Everything was quiet. My heart started pounding and my anxiety of losing her returned. I thought she somehow escaped naked into the street, then I discovered my beauty asleep in my bed. Though I knew it was inappropriate, I carefully pulled back the bed sheet to have a look at her. She looked lovely, completely naked, and adorned by the four blue jeweled pendants dangling from the pink swollen flesh of her nipples and labium. My mouth watered, staring at her. I put the sheet back over her, showered, and brushed my teeth. Then I cuddled up next to Cassandra’s warm body and fell asleep.

We both slept until the early evening and woke up at the same time. I told her how attractive she looked, adorned in the body jewelry. Cassandra smiled and kneeled in front of me to read her last diary entry to me. Her words of devotion were extremely sexy, but she was only mildly unhappy about our time coming to an end. To her, the end of the contract seemed like nothing more than a thrilling vacation from her normal life. To me, it was devastating. She would not be staying with me after tomorrow morning. No matter how hard I had tried to fulfill her fantasies and prove to her I was more suitable for her than her boyfriend, it was to no avail. She was going back to him, just as she promised. My plans had failed. The makeover into a blond, the sexy clothes, the whips and chains, even sharing her with Jefferson, nothing brought her closer to me in the end.

I decided to light a match to my self-deluded dreams of a relationship with the woman I loved and watch them all implode. I would give her one last night of sexual freedom that she would remember for the rest of her life. Just as she wished in her diary, from now until the end of our contract, Cassandra would no longer wear clothes around me in private as well as in public. The only items I would allow her to wear were the body jewelry, her slave collar and her high heels. I would set the Christian caged bird free, completely free.

“Please shower and apply your sexiest makeup, submissive. We are going out this evening,” I said to her in a rather aloof and cavalier manner.

“To Obsessions?” she exclaimed with genuine excitement.

“That is correct. To Obsessions.”

Cassandra gave me a big hug and kiss.

“Charles, you’re the best Dom ever!”

The best Dom ever.

She jumped out of bed and into the shower. I poured myself a Scotch and sipped it, listening to the running water. She came out and sat at the vanity table to apply her makeup. I watched every move she made, trying to soak in each moment for posterity, her fresh smell, her innocent smile, her flirtatiously wink in the reflection of the mirror, her pursed mouth when she applied the deep red of the lipstick.

“There. You look perfect, Cassandra. You’re going to break some hearts tonight. Let me give you my coat to keep you warm out there and we’ll be on our way.”

I linked the end of the leash to her collar and escorted her out of my apartment and to my car, wrapped in my warm coat. I turned the heater on high and drove to Obsessions. Cassandra appeared slightly nervous to be taken out into public completely nude. As soon as we entered the front door of the club, I took my coat off of Cassandra and she stood shivering, naked and bejeweled in the entranceway. A crowd of well-dressed men immediately circled her to admire her lovely body. I kissed her cheek, released the leash from her collar and walked to the bar to order a Scotch. Within a moment, I noticed Jefferson came out and break up the crowd. He put his jacket around her shoulders and escorted Cassandra back to his office. I turned back to my Scotch, forcing myself to let her go.

I finished the first drink and ordered a second. Around thirty minutes passed. Finally, I stood up and walked back to Jefferson’s office in a slightly weaving gait. I knocked once and went right in, fully expecting to interrupt their sexual encounter. To my surprise and relief, they were sitting on the couch and talking together rather innocently. Cassandra’s eyes were red and puffy. It was obvious to me she had just been crying in front of him. It was painful to me that Cassandra had opened up emotionally and became vulnerable with Jefferson. I would much rather her have shared her body with him, than her feelings. It put me in a foul mood again. I noticed that Jefferson had covered Cassandra with a blanket.

“Why is my submissive covered with that blanket?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, My Lord. I was chilled and Mr. Jefferson gave me it to me to warm up.”

“Stand up!” I said in a sharp voice.

Cassandra stood up meekly, her eyes downcast.

“Remove the blanket and approach!” I said.

Eloise took the blanket from her body, folding it into a neat square and placed it upon the table. She walked slowly and carefully across the office to me. I reattached the leash to the clasp on the front of the leather collar. Then I addressed Jefferson directly.

“I request a private room for the evening.”

“Why?” Jefferson countered.

“I intend to have my sub disciplined in public, by myself, by you if you wish, or any of your guests who would like to participate in her training session,” I said.

“I’m sorry but there are no private rooms currently available,” Jefferson said.

I offered to pay twice the rental price.

“Both rooms have already been rented out in advance,” Jefferson said.

“Then my sub will be chained in Area 3 for the rest of the evening, for her education and for the entertainment of your patrons.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t allow that, Mr. Anderson.”

I grasped Eloise by her upper arms.

“You see! You see how he’s trying to protect you, to hold you back!” I exclaimed.

“Please be reasonable, Mr. Anderson. Your sub is completely exposed here. I’m concerned for her well-being—”

“It’s what my Dom wants, James. And it’s what I want too,” Eloise said, interrupting Jefferson with a soft voice.

“I believe you’re being forced to—” Jefferson said.

“Mr. Anderson isn’t forcing me in the slightest, James. He’s been the perfect Dom to me. It’s completely my decision.”

“Still, I can’t permit it, Ms. Madsen. Not in Area 3. Not in your current vulnerable state. I won’t allow it,” he said.

“Do you see, Cassandra? He doesn’t want you to have this experience, but I do! I’m the only one who knows what you want, what you need. Certainly not your religious boyfriend! And not this club owner! Me! It’s me! I’m the only one who knows you Cassandra. I am the only one who will ever love you and accept you just as you are.”

“You have been good to me, Mr. Anderson, these past few days. I’ll cherish the memory of our time together. I will, Charles. I’ll think about you often,” Cassandra said quietly, before looking down at the floor.

When I heard Cassandra already speak of our relationship in the past tense, especially in front of Jefferson, something broke in me. I just looked down at the floor. I didn’t care what happened anymore.

Finally, Cassandra convinced Jefferson to allow her to be chained in Area 3. I led her out of the office by the leash and up to the platform. Several men took seats to watch me stretch her arms up over her head and attached her wrists to the chains dangling from the ceiling. She spread her legs apart for me in a wide V shape and I cuffed her ankles to the floor. I gave Cassandra one long last look, kissed her tenderly and backed away to the shadows of the bar and ordered a Scotch. I looked over my shoulder and watched the show.

Eloise was quickly surrounded and the men of the club began pawing at her, squeezing her ass and fondling her breasts. Two men dropped to their knees in front of her and began licking her aroused sex, between the two crystal pendants. A Dom held her limp body in his arms while the other men of Obsessions, kissed, stroked, and touched her intimately. Several fingers slipped in and out of her opening and pawed at her ass. One man squeezed a bottle of lubricant in his hand and slid his fingers delicately into the heart-shaped cleavage between her hips. When her narrow passageway was penetrated by the stranger’s finger, Eloise tilted her head back and parted her lips in response. She appeared happy. I turned away when the bartender set my drink down, unable to watch any further.

When I took my first sip I heard a loud fire alarm go off. A moment later, the overhead sprinkler system sprayed water over the club. I rubbed my eyes when water spraying down from the ceiling dripped into them. Jefferson appeared at the bar and made an announcement for everyone to leave the club in an orderly fashion. I took another leisurely drink of my Scotch as the water drenched my clothes. I slowly got up and inched through the crowd to Cassandra. Jefferson had gotten there first and had wrapped her up in a blanket. I looked at Jefferson once more, took Cassandra by the waist and walked out of Obsessions with her. When we got in the car, I turned the heater up high and Cassandra used the blanket to dry her hair. It was cold at first, but the car warmed up quickly. The cold water had sobered me up.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Someone pulled the fire alarm,” she said.

“I’m sorry I took you out without clothes. I don’t know what I was thinking. Are you cold?”

“That’s OK, Charles. I’m quite warm now. I wasn’t wearing any clothes to get wet, so now that I’m dry, I feel fine,” she said, smiling. “You’re clothes are soaked. Are you cold?”

“No, it’s warm in here.”

I felt close again to Cassandra on the drive home. She rested her hand once more on my thigh and petted me over my wet clothes. I pulled off at the rest stop and parked away from all the trucks and cars. She lay down in my lap and unzipped my pants. Even though she fondled me and kissed the tip of my penis, to my embarrassment, I was not getting aroused. Suddenly tears began to leak out of my eyes and fall down my cheeks. When Cassandra noticed I was crying, she placed her hand on my cheek.

“Charles, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, I think I had too much to drink.”

“That’s OK, Charles. Don’t worry about it.”

“Would you mind driving?” I asked.

“Sure.”

Cassandra drove us safely home and helped me back into my apartment. As soon as I got home I threw up again in my bathroom. She spoke to me through the closed door.

“Charles? Are you OK? Can I get you anything?”

“No thanks. I’m fine now,” I said, embarrassed for not holding my liquor.

After brushing my teeth and cleaning up, I came back out. Cassandra changed into the white bridal lingerie she had worn on our first night together and was reclining in my bed. I sat near her on the edge of the bed.

“I’m sorry I got sick, Cassandra. I’m not used to drinking.”

“That’s OK. I’m sorry you got sick too.”

“And… what happened in the car… that’s never happened to me before.”

Cassandra sat up and put her arm around me.

“It didn’t matter to me at all. Please don’t worry about it, Charles.”

Cassandra gave me a tender kiss. She was so nice about the embarrassing incident. It made me love her even more.

“You look very pretty in the lingerie,” I said.

“Thank you, Charles. Are you still feeling nauseous?” she asked, turning off the lights on the bedside table.

“A little. The room is spinning a little.”

She went into the bathroom for a moment and came back with two Tylenol and a glass of water. She was taking care of me the way I always fantasized my wife would one day.

“Here. No more Scotch for you, baby. Take these. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

Cassandra was leaving in the morning, so I highly doubted that. I swallowed the pills and drank the glass of water.

“Let’s lay down together. We can hold each other. Women like this the best, you know,” she said.

“They do?”

“Mmmm…”

I put my arms around her and felt Cassandra’s head on my chest. I took a deep breath and shut my eyes and never opened them again until morning.

That night I had strange dreams. In one, I was a soldier in Afghanistan and was encountering enemy fire. I was behind an armored vehicle, standing next to another soldier. There was a lull in the shooting. One of the soldiers in my unit lit a cigarette and showed me a picture of his girlfriend he kept in his pocket. It was Cassandra. When our Commander ordered us to look for enemy combatants, our unit started running toward an abandoned building. As we experienced sniper fire from above I took the opportunity to shoot the soldier in the back. He fell to the dust clutching the picture in his fist. I called out for help and went to the soldier’s side. He knew I was running directly behind him and the shot came from me. I took his hand and removed the photograph from it.

“Why?” the soldier uttered in his last dying breath.

“Because I’m in love with her…”

The second dream was even better. It was Wednesday morning and I woke up feeling as good as new, despite soaking my liver in alcohol for the two days. In fact, I felt more powerful than ever, as if I had gained forty pounds of muscle overnight in my sleep. In the dream, I looked handsome, older and more composed. I held my back stiff and spoke with command and confidence, as if I possessed a regal bearing. I was the man I always desired to be.

Before Cassandra awoke, I tightly chained her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. I leaned over her and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She opened her eyes and attempted to get out of bed, but couldn’t move. The clock on my dresser showed the time as 12:01.

“Oh my Lord, I overslept. I have to meet my boyfriend at the airport. Let me up, Charles. I don’t want to be late.”

I slowly shook my head no.

“Charles! Please! Let me out of the handcuffs. Our contract is over now.”

“No,” I said.

“What? But you have to let me go! We signed a contract.”

“I’m breaking the contract.”

“Please, Charles! Be fair! Let me go!”

“Don’t you realize, Cassandra? I’m in love you now. Whether you like it or not, you’ll never leave this apartment. I will keep you chained to my bed for the rest of your life.”

“Charles! You can’t do this! You won’t!”

“Oh I am and I will.”

“The police will come again! I’ll scream!”

Before she was able to yell for help, I placed a ball gag firmly into her mouth. She tried to shout out, but only a soft whimpering sound was heard.

“When you are a good girl again and promise not to yell, I’ll take that uncomfortable gag out of your mouth. Now please stop pouting and listen to me, Cassandra. I’ve tried to be a sensitive Dom to you over the last few days. I’ve given you the erotic spanking you always dreamed of, took your bra away, bound you in chains, and even shared you with Mr. Jefferson, just as you wished. I’ve fulfilled all your fantasies, as well as many of my own. You’re a part of me now, Cassandra, and I cannot go on living without you by my side. I know you made a vow to be there for your boyfriend when he returns, but that can’t be helped. I know I signed a contract to let you go today, but I’ve decided not to honor it. Perhaps you’ve misjudged me. I’m not the shy innocent man that I appear. And if the truth be told, you don’t want to end the contract with me either. I’ve never met a woman in my entire life like you, Cassandra. If you put aside your misguided guilt, you want to be chained up in this bed for me, just as much as I want you here, perhaps more. So, I’m sorry, but your boyfriend will have to call a cab to get a ride home from the airport. Your Dom is about to take advantage of you once again.”

I gazed down at the glistening wet lips of her vagina and she squirmed at my touch. I parted her thighs and slowly licked and kissed her outer and inner folds. I buried my face inside her and kissed as deeply as I could through the walls of her sheath. Spreading the middle and index fingers of my right hand in a V-shape, I enter her vagina and pressed firmly upwards, while licking and sucking on the nub of her clitoris. I turned on a wand-shaped vibrator and placed it over her clitoris while sliding my fingers in and out of her. After several minutes of stimulating her with the vibrator, Cassandra suddenly pushed her pelvis forward and ejaculated a stream of fluid, as I remember she had done with Jefferson. It gushed out, soaking through the sheets and staining the mattress of my bed. I took the gag out of her mouth, took her face in my hands and kissed her passionately. Her torso rose and fell on the bed as she struggled to take in breaths of air. When her breathing calmed, she spoke.

“Master C, you’re right. I love you more than anything and there is nothing more I want out of life than to be chained to your bed and used for your continued pleasure.”

With the stab of bright light through my window, I woke up out of my dream with a throbbing erection and the worst hangover of my life. I shut my eyes but I couldn’t go back to sleep. The memory of my sexy dream dissipated like a puff of smoke. I could hardly move without the room spinning. So much for my liquid diet of Scotch. I looked at my digital clock on my dresser and it was already 11:35. Our contract was nearly over and she was leaving me in less than thirty minutes. The fight to keep her as my submissive left at that moment. I felt a heaviness pressing down upon my chest and a shortness of breath.

I heard Cassandra making noise in the kitchen. I tried to sit up, but my head was pounding. Cassandra came into the bedroom and brought us a tray of coffee and toast. She looked very different, conservatively dressed all in black with her hair tied up. Though her sexy clothes had already been packed away in her suitcase, she still had an allure about her, not matter how she dressed. She helped me to sit up in bed and then sat down next to me. She took a bite of her toast and sipped her coffee on her own. The sexual dependency we had during meals was gone. The dynamics of our relationship had completely changed.

She asked me how I felt and I lied, saying I felt better. It occurred to me we hadn’t made love on the last night together. The thought depressed me. I was a pretty sorry excuse for a Dom, getting drunk and sick, crying in front of my submissive, and having erectile dysfunction. I took a sip of my coffee but couldn’t eat my toast. I rubbed my temples as we sat on the bed in silence, not looking at one other. She got out of bed, took off her submissive collar and then put on the engagement ring and the tiny gold cross I had forced her to remove. I watched the chain and pendant nestle comfortably back between her breasts.

When it came time for Cassandra to leave, I walked her to my front door and opened it for her. She pulled her suitcase with one hand and carried her diary in the other. I handed over her car keys I had kept hidden in my dresser.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye,” she said, looking sadly up into my eyes.

Unable to control myself, I awkwardly kissed Cassandra one last time, undoing the top buttons of her blouse before she could stop me and burying my lips in her soft fragrant cleavage. I held her captive against the inside wall of my apartment, pressing my face firmly into her bosom and kissing the warm pale flesh of her breasts. I could feel the pointed metal of the cross sticking me painfully in the cheek, as if Christ Himself was fighting off my sexual advances. I kissed up her neck and found her lips. I kissed her roughly and closed my fists in her hair. We were both breathing deeply when she managed to push me back a step away from her.

“Please! I’ve got to go, Charles. I’m sorry; I’ll be late if I don’t leave right now.”

“Why can’t you love me, Cassandra? What’s wrong with me?”

“Charles…”

She held her hand to my cheek for an instant and handed me the diary she had written. She opened it to her last entry.

“Read this…”

I looked down at her elegant handwriting.

When you read this, Charles, I will be gone. Despite what you may think, it was hard for me to let you go. You will always be precious to me. I’m sorry for the emotional turmoil I put you through. I wish I had met you before I made my vow to my boyfriend so I could have been free to remain with you. I’ll always remember the moment you took control of me and gave me such a long, hard and erotic spanking. It was the sexiest thing that ever happened to me. One day you’ll meet a woman who will discover what a virile man you are. I’ll always remember you, Charles. Please remember me too and this gift of submission I have bestowed upon you. I pray one day you’ll find a woman who loves you with all her heart, in a way I was not able to do.

Forever your submissive, Cassandra.

When I looked up, Cassandra was gone.