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Prison Break! (Mr. M and Nurse K)

T-Bone sat them down on the edge of the bed. "All right, thing is, Levins' view of women got fucked up at a very early age. The way he talks about his mother, the rare times she comes up--it's blood-curdling. I don't know what happened, but his reaction was to view all women as vicious backstabbing evil bitches, except unless they act in a very narrow range."

"Basically, he only gets along with women if hey act very subservient, almost slave-like. In fact, he actually said something about slave women while we were out. All his roughness, all his attempts to dominate you, I think, have been ways to force you into that role, or punish you for not already being there."

"And what I think would work best, for him, is to pretend you're basically a slave. I know we've bandied that word about, but I mean, really turn it into that kind of thing. I think the more subservient and obedient and... basically the more slave-like you act, the easier he'll be to please. It seems like the more you conform to his expectations, in that respect, I think the easier he'll be on you."

He sighed, and took out one of the bags he'd retained. "I thought maybe it might go easier to start with if you had a bit of costuming. Now, for him, it's going to just be something like set dressing, but for you and me... maybe it'll be something more."

He took out a length of thick leather. It had straps, little metal rings, and a buckle. It was, in fact, a slave collar in the BDSM sense. Apparently, one of their stops on their shopping trip had been to a sex store.
 
A slave. She had to be Levins' slave. Elsa swallowed uneasily and twisted her hands together in front of her. Her eyes darted from T-Bone's face to the floor, the wall, the bed, and back to T-Bone's face. Her eyes widened when T-Bone took the slave collar out of the bag. Her mouth dropped open for a moment but she quickly shut it. She didn't know what to say.

She didn't really know how to be a slave. As silly as that sounded, she was sure being a slave was harder than anyone thought it was. She couldn't think for herself, she couldn't act for herself. She had to do only what would benefit Levins, only what would make him happy. And T-Bone...but it was obvious that Levins came first when Levins was in the room.

She sucked in a deep breath and then let it out slowly. She nodded silently, still twisting her hands nervously. "O-okay. I'll...I'll try. I'll try my best." she took a step forward so that he would clasp the collar around her neck.
 
T-Bone saw her face, and his brow furrowed. "No, no, hey, hang on here." He took her hands and brought her down to sit in his lap, where he cradled her in his arms. "Look, last night, you and me... we explored elements of submission and domination, didn't we? Giving up control, feeling what you could feel when in that zone. You were enjoying it last night, under those circumstances. And I know it's not the same, I know Levins is... he's Levins. But I'm hoping this, doing this, presenting yourself in this way, that'll help turn him into more... well, nicer, a little bit. Less abusive, less... evil. I guess."

He hugged her. "This collar thing... this will help his mind go there. But I don't want you to be his slave. You act like a slave, obey him, all that, but you're not his. I want you to be mine, and I'm just letting him command you a little bit. Can you do that? If it's for me, and if I have the final word, can you play the role?"
 
She sat down in his lap when he pulled her, drawing her legs up and resting her head on his shoulder lightly. She sighed, feeling a lot more at ease now that she was in his arms again. She felt so safe there, no matter what was going on around them. When she was with T-Bone, she was safe. Nothing could hurt her. She kissed his neck gently and then lifted her head up, nodding again, but more confidently this time.

"Yes. I can play the role...if I'm really yours. I -- I don't want to belong to Levins," she smiled timidly, it was strange for her to say that she wanted to belong to anyone. But at this point, after all of this, she didn't think that she could belong to herself anymore. She had to belong to someone and that someone was most definitely T-Bone.

"I'll wear the collar for you," she smiled easier this time, leaning forward and kissing his lips gently. She pressed her forehead against his and closed her eyes for a second. She was remembering their night together previous. "I loved it last night. But...I don't know if I could like it with Levins. He...he doesn't make me feel good."
 
"You've been enduring it with Levins so far," T-Bone said, kissing her back. "Doing it this way will just hopefully make it easier to endure." He didn't add that he meant that two ways: it hopefully would calm Levins down some, so he wouldn't be quite so rough on her, but he also wondered if that submissive side he'd tapped into last night would allow her to cope a little bit better, if it was specifically brought out. He hoped so.

"But enough about that. Let's... let's do this properly. Tell you what, let's... let's have you kneel down right here." He put a pillow from the bed on the floor right under his legs, and widened them so she could kneel between his knees. He hugged her as she got there, knowing this was a step for her to get kind of formal about her submissive feelings. Then he leaned back a little bit so he could look her in the face.

"With this collar," he said solemnly as he gently slid the leather around her neck, under her hair, "I take you as mine. You're my responsibility, and under my protection." He gently did up the buckle. His fingers smoothed it, admiring how she looked in it. A thought occurred to him. "If anyone needs to discipline you, it should be me, as your Master. I'll be sure Levins knows that, and you remind him if it comes to it."
 
Her heart began to beat a little faster when he put the pillow on the floor and she knelt down onto it. She looked up at him from the floor, her eyes wide with trust and a little fear. She swallowed nervously when he put the collar around her neck. Strangely...she felt her chest swell with pride. She really belonged to T-Bone now. She really did, and she was so incredibly happy about it. Elsa had become so attached to T-Bone in these few days that she was absolutely positive that she loved him.

"Yes master," she said softly, a huge beaming smile on her face. She rose up off of her knees and crawled towards him, lifting herself up by his legs. She kissed him on the lips hard, as lovingly as she'd ever kissed anyone. She kissed him again and again, finally pulling away and just gazing into his eyes. She was so caught by him, it was probably a very bad thing. She took a deep breath and nodded her resolve, "I'm ready."
 
He kissed her back, hungrily, and marveled once again at how much she responded to the whole trappings of submission. This girl had apparently led such a sheltered life, and as soon as she was introduced to these concepts and sensations, she went with it, wholeheartedly. She pulled back and looked at him, and he realized My God, this girl is in love with me.

But she was ready, before he could dwell on that any further. "Okay," he said, rising from the bed. We'll go in here, and you can fix a light lunch while I talk to Levins. Just... don't speak until spoken to, keep your eyes down and behave in a very subdued and obedient manner. Think anything you want, believe anything you want, but I want you to act like... It's not that your needs aren't important, it's that your Masters' needs come first, okay? You are allowed to get what you want, but only if the others are already taken care of. Does that make sense?"
 
She took a step away from him when he stood, watching him intently. His instructions to her were extremely important. If this was going to go well, then she needed to completely understand how to keep Levins happy. If Levins was happy then Elsa could make T-Bone happy and if T-Bone was happy then he could make Elsa happy. It was a strange line of events, but it seemed to work.

She nodded to him, "Yes...it makes sense," she took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She looked towards the closed door for a moment and then walked to it, opening it as quietly as she could. She slipped through the door and walked directly to the kitchen where the grocery bags were. Her collar jangled lightly and she was sure both Tiny and Levins could hear it. She put away the groceries she wouldn't need and then set about preparing the lunch, her eyes always focussed on the food below her.
 
As she exited, Levins almost bugged out his eyes, then smiled. T-Bone was quick to step over to him and take him aside, talking quietly, explaining things. Elsa's preparations kept her from hearing it very well, but Levins said very little, and T-Bone kept his voice very low. However, they seemed to come to an agreement, as when she turned around with her light lunch, they were both sitting at the table, on opposite sides, leaving the seats between them open for her and Tiny.

Levins wasn't leering at her like he usually did; she could feel his eyes on her naked body (strange how she was thinking of that less and less), but he wasn't trying to make her feel horrible. He was just watching her, like he was waiting. Maybe he was waiting for her to mess up, act less than subservient? There was no way for her to know.
 
It sort of weirded her out when she turned around and the two of them were sitting at the table like that. They looked like two little boys who'd been out playing and had just come in and were eager to eat their lunch so they could continue to roll around in the yard. She kept her eyes low though, and made sure that any semblance of a smile or smirk was no where on her face. She approached the table and set down the food in the middle of it. She'd made sandwiches based on the deli meat that they'd brought home. She hoped it was good enough, it was the only really light thing that she could make from what they'd brought home. They weren't exactly the best grocery shoppers.

She saw the two seats open between T-Bone and Levins. Which should she sit in? She wanted to sit next to T-Bone, but she had the notion that that might not be a good idea. Levins had told her to sit next to him the day before and T-Bone had slid into the seat, making Levins angry. Should she just wait to be told where to sit? Her heart was pounding, she didn't want to be wrong in this. She figured, though, that since the table was small and square she'd be equally close to them no matter which side she chose to sit in. She sat in the chair closest to her, sitting in it as gingerly and silently as she could. She kept her hands folded and waited until the rest of them had begun to eat before she did.
 
Tiny perked up as Elsa sat, and came over to fill the last seat. All the men dug into the sandwiches right away. After chewing and swallowing his first bite, T-Bone leaned a little closer to her, and murmured. "The sandwiches are good. I approve. You may eat."

He was making it sound like formal Master-slave commands, but his foot under the table nudged up against her toes. He had taken off his shoes earlier, and his bare foot stroked hers gently. He most likely meant that as a secretive, reassuring gesture, as it continued after he returned to his sandwich.

Levins ate silently, gazing at the two of them. When (and if) Elsa glanced at his expression, it was meditative, thoughtful. She couldn't know what that meant, and neither could T-Bone, so it was worrisome, but it also meant he wasn't being deliberately abusive or humiliating her, so it wasn't entirely bad.
 
She nodded to T-Bone when he told her she could eat, but didn't speak. He'd spoken to her, so she could speak, but she thought maybe it would be better if she didn't speak unless she really really had to. She ate her sandwich in silence, rubbing her foot back against his when he played with her under the table. She had to work really hard to restrain a smile when he did that, he was so sweet to her.

Elsa tried to ignore Levins for the most part. It was strange to her that he was wearing such a contemplative look on his face.
What could he possibly be thinking about that would make him ponder like that? When everyone had finished eating she stood and collected all of the dishes, bringing them over to the sink. She began to wash them and put them away.
 
Her choice to stay quiet seemed to be the right one, as lunch didn't really require conversation.

However, as she was quietly cleaning up, Levins leaned back in his chair, making the wood creak. "So she's your slave now, is she?"

Tiny looked up. "She is?"

T-Bone answered evenly, "Yes. She is. I have responsibility for her now." His tone was semi-warning.

"Then I should clear it with you if me and Tiny ought to fill up our lazy afternoon by taking our turns with her for today." Levins' voice was casual, but there was that clear element where he spoke as if she didn't have the right of self-determination anymore. She didn't have the right to refuse, but T-Bone did in her stead... but she knew that using her for sex was also a condition for keeping her safe. It was confusing and seemed almost designed to make her feel strange.
 
Her face turned a deep scarlet color when they began discussing her. Levins seemed to bring up the word 'slave' specifically to make her feel uncomfortable. Elsa didn't think of herself as T-Bone's slave, she was his submissive. She thought there was a difference there. But Levins obviously didn't see it that way, and T-Bone didn't correct him. Maybe she was wrong, maybe she was just a slave. She didn't really want to think about that now though. She was trying to remain comfortable, to not let their words get to her.

But she knew now how the rest of her afternoon was going to be spent. She was going to be used by Tiny and Levins for sex. More than once, it sounded like, though she couldn't be sure. She just kept her hands twisted together, gradually tightening them as they spoke on. She wasn't going to say a word about it though. She was just going to...accept it.
 
T-Bone resisted the urge to glance over at Elsa. He knew she was listening to how they were talking about her like a commodity, and was relieved she was doing so silently. He locked eyes with Levins, and the two of them had a little contest of wills while they spoke. "That's true, you should. And... I don't see a problem with it." He couldn't very well refuse without a reason, and Levins was testing him to see if he really would treat her like his slave. "But one condition: a safeword."

Levins scoffed. "Slaves don't have safewords!"

Tiny piped up. "What's a safeword?"

T-Bone didn't look over at the muscle-bound man. "A safeword is a word that a submissive says during sex that means 'please stop right now.' She says the safeword, that means y'all leave her be right away, in every way."

Levins sounded annoyed. "But she's a slave, she doesn't get a choice."

T-Bone leaned in. "She's still learning. She's only been with us, what, two whole days? She's only been collared less than two hours. Give her a little time to get used to the situation, then you'll see what kind of awesome slave she can be."

"Huh. If... if she uses the safeword, though, she's got to be punished for it. She's not supposed to be, so if she does, she has to suffer the consequences."

T-Bone cocked his head to one side. "Okay, I can see that. She has the option, but if she uses it, there are repercussions. But I'm the one who administers the punishment." He figured that would be a lot safer for Elsa, and would be as much of a safety net as he could negotiate.

"But Tiny and I get to watch." Levins smiled when he said that, entirely too widely.

T-Bone sighed. "Okay. But! ... let her finish what she's doing, first. When her chores are done, then you can take your turn."

The other men had no problem with that. T-Bone cringed inwardly as he finally looked up to see Elsa's reaction, but he kept his face impassive.
 
The notion of a safe word was comforting to her. It dampened her hope when she heard that she would have to be punished if she used it. Still, there was that safety net. If one of them was doing something to her that she absolutely could not handle, she could use the safe word. If Levins was choking her or something, she could use the safe word, and he'd have to leave her alone. He would have to get away from her, completely. That was like a golden egg to her. A golden ticket. But...there would be a punishment if she used it. She could deal with that.

Once she'd finished with the dishes she stacked them put them away neatly. She wet a rag and washed down the table. Then she paused. She didn't know what else she could do. If they wanted her to do laundry then they'd have to let her wear her clothes and go out to the laundry room. But that wouldn't help her much in regards to washing her own clothes, though T-Bone had washed them in the shower for her. Then she realized something. She didn't know what the safe word was, they hadn't told her one.
 
As she was paused, thinking, at the table, Levins appeared next to her and took her elbow. "Come on," he said quietly, his tone as unreadable as his expression. He dragged her into the side bedroom and took her over next to the one large bed -- her bed -- there. He didn't even bother to close the connecting door, but then he hadn't last night, either.

He let her go, and faced her there at the foot of the bed. He pointed to the floor in front of his feet; he was barefoot, but in jeans and a T-shirt. "Kneel," he said simply, in a tone that was almost a bored sort of command. His eyes were hooded, unreadable, as he gazed at her, waiting for her to respond.
 
Elsa didn't like it when Levins was rough and mean to her, but she decided that she liked it even less when she couldn't read his face. At least when he was angry and yelling she knew what he wanted, she knew what he would do. When he was like this she had no idea, and there was no way that she could possibly figure it out. She followed him into the side room as best she could, stumbling a little bit along the way. She turned her face towards T-Bone, her eyes trying to communicate to him that she didn't know what the safe word was. But before she could even make eye contact she was in the other room.

She looked down at the spot where Levins pointed. Kneel? She didn't want to kneel, but she knew that she was just as much Levins' bitch as she was T-Bone's whether she liked it or not. She knelt down before him and turned her head down, staring at his feet.
 
With her eyes downturned, she didn't see his face as he spoke. "So T-Bone says you're his slave now. Hmpf. We'll see. Personally, I think you're too much of an uppity bitch, just like all the others. I admit, you're doing a decent job so far, I just don't think you can last." He sniffed, then shifted his stance. "But you wanna give it a try, all right. Maybe you can learn to appreciate cock like you oughta."

"Now, T-Bone says you gotta have a safeword. You remember what a safeword is from when we told Tiny. So you gotta pick a word you're not gonna use unless you decide to be weak and useless. Tell you what, rise up on your knees there and unbuckle my pants, and tell me what your safeword is going to be."
 
She twisted her hands together nervously as he spoke. Every word that came out of her mouth made her want to jump and quake with fear. T-Bone had told her that she would get used to Levins, that maybe she could even learn to appreciate him. She didn't know how true that was. He scared the crap out of her, all of the time. How could she appreciate someone that she could barely look at without wanting to whimper?

Elsa knew that she already knew how to appreciate a cock (and T-Bone knew it too), but of course Levins wouldn't know about that. She rose up on her knees but only raised her eyes high enough to see his pants and the belt buckle. She reached up and began to unbuckle them. She cleared her throat, "I...I don't know what a good word would be," she admitted timidly, expecting that he would slap her upside the head.
 
Levins humpfed. "First thing: always address a superior as 'Sir' or 'Master,' so you should have said 'I don't know what a good word would be, Sir.'" He widened his stance as she undid his belt. "Now unsnap and unzip my jeans. As for a word, let's stick with something simple, fast, and easy. Let's say your safeword for tonight is 'beer.' Does that sound doable, sugar tits?"
 
Her face flushed a little when she realized her mistake. She hadn't addressed him as sir or master. She thought that she would probably stick to sir. Calling Levins master was a little much for her. T-Bone, on the other hand, she'd be more than glad to call him master. T-Bone she could fully respect as a master. Then a thought hit her. Was she supposed to call Tiny master too? That was a little comical to her, as Tiny's intelligence was miles less than her. How could he possibly be her master?

"Yes sir," she said softly as she unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them, exposing his boxers to her and the bulge that was growing there. "That word is good, sir." she said, careful not to actually say the word.
 
Levins grunted in satisfaction. It was weird; he wasn't being as sneering or abusive to her this time. Oh, he was still horrible, just not as aggressive about it.

He let his pants drop to the ground, and stepped out of them, kicking them to the side as he barked his next set of orders. He was being very step-by-step, almost micromanaging, but it was reasonable that he was viewing it as the way to train a new submissive slave: clarity and consistency. It was also much the same way one trained a puppy. "All right. Now put your hands at the small of your back. We got cuffs to use if you can't remember to keep them there, but long as you do it yourself, no reason to go get 'em. Keep your hands there until I tell you different."

He looked down at her, and even though she wasn't raising her eyes to his face, she could hear the grin in his words. "Now, use those pretty white teeth of yours and pull them boxers down for me, too."
 
Her chest tightened up when he told her to put her hands behind her back. She was going to have to do the rest of this without the help of her hands. She was really going to have to work for all of this. She raised up on her knees again and leaned forward, her face right up against the fabric of his boxers, his bulge near to her face. She tilted her chin up and took hold of the elastic of the boxers. She gripped it with her teeth and began to tug them down, though she found she was having difficulty. She tightened her hands together, fighting the urge to pull her hands out and use them.

She tugged harder, though still being careful to not be rough. She yanked her head down and his boxers finally came down, quicker than she expected them to. Her head moved down with them, his cock springing out right next to her face. Once his boxers were down she sat back again, her face looking down at the floor.
 
"Look at it, sugar tits," he said quietly, not angrily but just kind of encouragingly. "Look at my cock. It's just a normal, average dick, but it's what separates the dominators from the dominated."

"This right here," and he made his stiff member bounce by tensing some internal muscle or another, "is what bitch sluts resent and envy, why they want to keep men down. This right here," and he made it bounce again, "is what slave sluts respect and serve. If it's got a cock, it has dominion over you, because it's got the one thing you can never possess."

He sighed, not a sound of frustration but of satisfaction. "Look at it. Gaze at it. Memorize it. I possess it, so I have the right to command you. T-Bone owns you, so you need to memorize his cock, too. Look at it. Love it. Touch it with your face, feel how hot it is, how smooth it is. This right here is what you're serving."

It was almost like he was quietly preaching, the way he spoke of his philosophy of cock. But he was asking her... he was asking that she worship the penis, essentially. Thanks to T-Bone, she knew she didn't have to try and actually believe anything Levins said. She did, however, have to pretend that she did, if she wanted to keep him happy.
 
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