Tempe
People always ask about my name, but it seemed the sexy-as-fuck Khan already knew the basics about my family, so when we finally made it into his truck and were on our way, his question came from a different direction.
“Are you happy with Temperance, or do you wish you were a few years younger, so you’d have been given the name Chastity, or perhaps Purity?”
My parents believe women are biblically submissive to men, and they both take the wedding vow for our mother to obey our father quite literally.
They named their children Dominic, Temperance, Shiloh, Modesty, Purity, Chastity, and Celeste.
Purity and Chastity are identical twins, so my mother had six pregnancies in seven years.
Something went wrong with Celeste, and the emergency c-section saved both their lives.
The surgeon sent someone out to tell my dad that the best chance of saving both meant mom likely wouldn’t have kids again, and my dad said to defend the lives of the two already living, so my baby sister is nineteen, and our youngest sibling.
Personally, I think not being able to have more kids was probably a relief to a woman who wasn’t allowed birth control in any form, but my mother will never admit to that.
That isn’t the end of the story, though, because Shiloh and Purity are married and having babies.
Khan’s question was a good one, so I gave him an extended answer.
“My parents believe they spoiled Dom and me too much as babies and toddlers, before they figured the parenting thing out properly, and that’s why we’ve left the fold and my sisters are all following along like good soldiers.
I think it’s because we have the only two names even remotely acceptable in today’s society, but yeah, a maso-slut named Chastity or Purity might be kind of fun. ”
I was sitting in the back seat of his king cab truck, behind my brother.
I could see Khan’s face in the rearview mirror, and he didn’t react even a tiny bit to that.
I expected him to go quiet while he considered what it might mean, that I’m a self-described maso-slut, but he didn’t pause even a second before saying, “You aren’t going to have a lot to do in the coming days, until you get a phone and car, and access to the internet.
I have a swimming pool, and a few streaming services you can watch, but it’s important you don’t sign onto any of your own streaming subscriptions, especially since the group looking for you has a hacker, do you understand? ”
“I do. I told you I can cook for you. If there’s something else I can do to help out, please let me know. I don’t mind getting my hands dirty and cleaning, and I love to organize people’s things for them, but some people like living in clutter, so I won’t dive in unless you let me know it’s okay.”
Master had punished me if anything in the house was out of order, and that included the cans in the cabinet being perfectly lined up and alphabetically organized, every label pointing forward.
I don’t mind cleaning and putting a house to rights, though, plus, all I had to do was twist a few cans around if I needed a good beating.
And the tune-up I’d gotten from dickhead’s pals had been mostly pathetic, so it wasn’t going to last much longer.
I didn’t know how I’d find someone to give me what I needed with no phone, internet, or car, but I only had a few days before I’d need to find relief from somewhere.
I knew a man who’d act as a john for me, so I could get the hell beat out of me and get paid.
Money wasn’t going to be a problem for a while, but the fun of being paid to be beaten would never get old.
Also, it really drove home the bought-and-paid-for thing, and that was a huge kink for me.
I mean, rape fantasies were the ultimate, but I don’t want to die, and being a pro-sub is a lot safer than trolling dangerous parts of town in the hopes someone will hurt me for real without killing me.
“I train submissives,” Khan told me, “and I have three arriving today. I believe they’ve signed on for the year-long stint they’re headed into, but I won’t be certain of that until I meet them.
I’m training them for a Master with specific needs, so they’ll need to learn some positions, and will need to stay still when told to, no matter what happens, but otherwise, the training will mostly just be me tearing them down so they see themselves as owned, and they don’t question orders, not even quietly inside their head — they just move to follow them. ”
I’d been turned on by the man before, but this suddenly made him much more interesting.
“I’m sure my brother’s told you I’m not merely a submissive, but a slave, and I’ve just told you I’m a maso-slut. Whatever you need me to do, I’m up for it.” I didn’t emphasize the whatever, but I’m sure he got the gist of what I was offering.
“All three have gentle constitutions, so while I’ll be using pain controls as part of their training, I’ll also use the reward system at great length, though they’ll have to figure that out, of course.
If you can befriend them and help them resolve how to feel good about being what amounts to a slave?
They’ll still be allowed to live their lives in their new home.
Two are going to college, another to a trade school.
Their boot camp with me is happening during the summer so it doesn’t interfere with classes.
They won’t be required to work like a slave, and will in fact be pampered so long as they follow orders, and that’s the rub — they will have to obey directives the very second their new master gives a command.
Also, they’re being gifted to a sadist, so I’ll need to prepare them for a whole lot of pain in their future. ”
“So you want me to help them with that, and to tell you our conversations?”
“The slave areas are under constant video surveillance, so I’ll be able to hear the conversations for myself if I choose, but yes, the cliff notes version from you will be appreciated, as will any special insights you may have about how to reach them, or how to help them get where I need them to be. ”
“Motherfucker.” My brother muttered it under his breath, and I only heard it because it happened during a quiet portion of the song on the radio.
“I had no idea she’d have the intelligence or aptitude for this when I told you I could house the two of you,” Khan told him. “If you don’t want her involved, I’ll keep her away from them. I’d intended to do so from the start, so it won’t be a problem to go back to that plan.”
Dom shook his head. “No. A bored Tempe is a dangerous Tempe, and usually a huge pain in my ass, so giving her a job isn’t the worst plan, but I was hoping maybe you needed the garage organized or something, not an assistant slave trainer.”
“I never find out people’s names, when I’m paid to train them,” Khan told me. “I number them when they walk in the door. You aren’t to ask for their names, either. You’ll call them by their number.”
“Dehumanizing one-oh-one,” I noted.
A quick glance at me in the mirror, finally, and a curt nod when he looked back to the road.
“You should know I’ll be bringing a variety of slaves, submissives, and pets home who are named, and they’ll often stay in rooms on the first floor of my wing, while the slaves I’m paid to train are almost always housed in the basement.
You may feed and coddle the pets, you may feed the submissives, but the slaves will have jobs to do when they aren’t caged or bound, and they aren’t to be coddled in any way. ”
“And the numbered slaves?” I asked.
He sighed. “They get boring, bland food at first, and I reward good behavior with tasty meals and snacks. It’s likely you’ll never feed them, because how I go about seeing to their basic needs is a huge part of how I mold them into the slave mentality.”
“I’ve had several Masters who put me through a hard beginning. My most recent one did not.” She reconsidered. “Well, he kind of did? There was an adjustment period where he was super strict, but I didn’t spend a hell week learning, with him.”
“But you came to him already broken in, yes? He’d seen you as a slave to someone else, and knew you’d fit his needs?”
I narrowed my eyes at him in the mirror. “How did you know that?”
He gave an ever-so-slight shrug, but didn’t bother with even a glance at me, so my penetrating look was wasted.
“Just a guess. You told us about the team he’d assembled, and it makes sense.
He made you his slave because it was the easiest way to put you on his team, and a cool bonus?
Total control of the team member who remembers fucking everything.
How handy, that the intelligent and sexy-as-fuck female on your team happens to be a slave-type, so you can guarantee compliance.
He’d have wanted to see you in action before bringing you into the fold, so he’d know you weren’t one of those women who say they’re a slave, but who excel at Topping from the bottom, so they lead their supposed Master around by the balls. ”
I looked back on our earliest beginnings and saw the truth in what Khan was saying, but I kept my mouth shut. He didn’t need to know he was probably right.
“You going to be okay without pain, little maso-slut?”
He looked at me for this question, which gave me an unexpected little thrill.
Fuck, I was in so much trouble with this guy — gorgeous, and not just a Dom, but a pro-Dom who fucking trained slaves for other people.
My inner masochist was already drooling after him, which probably meant he was a sadist as well.
I shook my head and told him, “I have people I can go to, but I need my phone for that.”
“Safe people?”
He’d glanced back at the road, but was looking at me in the mirror again, so I met his gaze and gave him my truth. “I’m not a fan of safety.”
“That will change,” my brother said.
I shook my head again. “I love you too, brother dearest, but the odds of that changing aren’t great.
I’ve managed to stay alive this long, and I’ve only been hospitalized three times, and two of those times were totally worth it.
I’m pretty good at finding the people who’ll hurt me for real, but who won’t kill me. ”
Dom sighed, and I could hear how frustrated he was with me. “Normally, I’d make my sister off-limits to my brothers, but since I know some of them can give you what you want without putting you in the hospital, I’m going to make you available to a handful of them.”
“Not a handful of them,” Khan said. “Just me. You aren’t going to want her passed around.”
“But you don’t—”
He cut himself off, and Khan chuckled. “No, I don’t, but I’ll make an exception for her.”
“You don’t what?” I asked.
“I have a type, and you aren’t it, but since you’ll be living with me and handy, we’ll see about making an exception.
You’ll go one week with nothing, though.
Not a damned thing from me except friendship.
Prove to me you can Master yourself, that you can survive a week without sex, pain, or someone overseeing you.
No breaking the rules looking for consequences, because people who aren’t slaves moderate themselves. ”
“And if I survive your Hell week?” I asked. Because even though it wasn’t even close to a boot-camp type week an experienced Master might put a new slave through, we both knew this was a challenge, and I’d either pass or fail.
He chuckled. “Show me you can self-moderate like a responsible adult for a week without a single slip-up, and I’ll hurt you for real.”
That chuckle had so much fucking promise in it, my heart sped, pumping heated blood to my clit once again. My empty pussy screamed to be filled, and I wished I was sitting with a huge plug in my ass, so I’d have something to focus on.