mason-hess: She had called him, depressed and drunk, and asked to come home. He had listed to her qu
mason-hess: She had called him, depressed and drunk, and asked to come home. He had listed to her quietly and when she started sobbing and begging he hung up. She called back right away and begged again, and he listened until she fell silent before he spoke. “You have one last chance. You know what I want to hear, if you call me again and don’t say it, then you’ll never hear from me again.” And he hung up once more. She sobbed for two hours before she called him back and she was even more drunk than she had been before. When he answered she was still half sobbing but she said what he had told her she had to say when she left. “I want to come back.” She said in a shaking voice, pausing to drink the last of the wine straight from the bottle. “I’ll be yours, you’ll own me, I promise.” She said and she nearly sobbed at the silence on the other end of the line, but when he spoke she was so happy that she laughed in delight. “Fine, go to the airport right now. Don’t bring anything with you, don’t even change your clothes. There will be a flight waiting. If you aren’t there in two hours the plane leaves and I’m gone with it.” He said and she called a taxi as soon as he hung up, requesting immediate service no matter the price. She was in the back of the limo feeling nervous as she rode, her sweat-stained party clothes and tear-streaked makeup forgotten during the ride. She paid the driver with two fifty dollar bills rolled up in her diamond wedding ring and she walked in her knee-high stockings and no shoes into the airport amid stares and sniggers. She went tot he counter and a courtesy cart took her out to a waiting private plane. It had been twenty eight minutes since she had talked to him and she was trembling, a mix of fear and anticipation as the plane took off. She drank all of the booze she could get her hands on and passed out in the middle of the flight. She woke up in a strange room and when she looked up, he was there. She sobbed in joy and didn’t even need to be told to crawl to him, on her hands and knees. Whens he got there he fisted a hand in her hair and twisted painfully. She cried out, but fell to the floor and looked up at him, her eyes adoring, hands clutching at his foot as he looked down at her. She was back, Mason Hess had taken her back, and she would never even think about anyone else unless he told her to. Anything he wanted she would give, anything he asked of her she would do without hesitation and when he smiled she felt a chill of terror mix with the stab of arousal in her belly. She knew that there was pain in her very near future, pain and humiliation and degradation. But she wasn’t the wife of some wealthy lawyer anymore, she was a plaything for Mason Hess, the only man who had ever made her cum, and anything was worth that feeling again. Devotional Training: A beginning. -- source link