Cult of Personality

[Billy The Kid]

”Look in my eyes, what do you see?
The cult of personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I've been everything you want to be
I'm the cult of personality
Like Mussolini and Kennedy
I'm the cult of personality
The cult of personality
The cult of personality”​

The words flew from an iPhone as it lay on a mahogany nightstand; above the phone, slightly shaking from the alarm was the brass lamp that towered over it with its tree like branches that held the shade over the incandescent bulb. Whomever placed the bulb there understood that the harsh light of a fluorescent was something that had no place next to the California king sized bed and the lone occupant of the red satin sheets and floral comforter. The walls surrounding the room were also red with a floral print and while most would find it just a bit tacky, the young man sleeping in it could not help but be repulsed by the overtly feminine theme.

Groaning as the words slowly stir him from his dreamless sleep, it is always better when he does not dream, slowly opening his eyes as he feels the cool air of the fan up above his head press the cold air down and forcing the warm California air to the roof. Pushing up with his hands and sitting up, the room still black as death he briefly looks around before sighing, for the fourth day in a row Adam once again forgot to set his phone for pacific and not his native eastern time. Cussing to himself under his breath, groping for the lamp switch, he turns on the light, the yellow glow radiating from the bulb, only muffled by the paper shade. Pulling back his sheets and turning his body and sliding from the sheets, purposely leaving them messed up.

Walking towards his suitcase in his birthday suit, the soon to be master of the house opened the dark hunter green case and then pulled out a grey pair of boxers. Sliding them onto his well toned body, the former martial arts instructor steps from his room, through the threshold and out onto the cool marble floor. Walking through the rather elegant house, he stops only once to open a drawer with the soon to be signed contract hidden inside; the woman, not the bitch he had fought the past few years for would soon be his and then the fun would begin.

 

[MadilynShay]

Jayde sighed, wrapping the red and white paisley sheets around her body, shivering slightly. The matching comforter had been pushed onto the floor after all the tossing and turning she had done that night. As she laid in bed, she fought the urge to glance at the digital clock that rested on the mahogany nightstand next to her, knowing that it would only make her more anxious. Mostly she was eager for morning to come, anxious to start her new life, but a part of her didn't want the night to end. Soon, her life would be changing drastically. Still, she knew it was for the better. Adam had been there for her through the most difficult experiences of her life; she owed this to him.

Not quite an hour passed before she finally started to drift off again, but just before she reached sleep, her eyes suddenly fluttered open at the faint sound of the lyrics from Adam's alarm coming through the thin wall that separated the two bedrooms. Her heart seemed to beat a just a bit faster knowing that he was awake. Again, she felt the familiar sense of need that she had been experiencing since his arrival. Desperately, she wanted to go to him, but she remained where she was. It wasn't until she heard the creaking of his bed followed by his footsteps across the room that she finally sat up, pushing the sheets away from her body.

Stretching a bit, she stood, slowly making her way across the large room and into the adjoining bathroom. Fumbling for the light switch, her fingers finally found it, her eyes squinting a bit as the bright light filled the room. After letting her eyes adjust for a moment, she turned on the faucet, filling the glass vessel sink with warm water. As she did every morning, Jayde washed her face with an almond scented soap, taking in her reflection as she toweled off her wet skin. After quickly brushing her teeth, she ran her hairbrush through her long, auburn hair, hoping to make it seem as though she didn't just roll out of bed. With one last glance at herself, she walked back into her room, grabbing her red, silk robe out of her closet and putting it on before quietly slipping out into the hallway.

 

[Billy The Kid]

Still walking across the marble, the cool stone stealing the warmth of his feet, the callouses on his feet from days on the mat and wooden floors of the few dojos he trained on over the years were the only thing the stopped shivers from running down his body. The atmosphere of the house was odd to the less than wealthy man; having grown up in a two room two bath with a kitchen the size of most people’s closets. He could remember cleaning the dishes by hand as he watched all of his friends play outside, wishing he could be there. It was those days that shaped him into the man who stuck by a woman that soon would become his through thick and thin-through events most would discard her because of.

Reaching the dining room after a bit of walking, not used to the distance between rooms. Laying the piece of parchment paper with a list of rules and terms for his ownership over the owner of the marvelous house he moved into with a single suitcase. Pulling out a chair at the head of the table, the scantily clad man sits, the cool cushions making his skin contract out of shock before relaxing, staring at the piece of paper that would change both his and Jaydes life. It amazed him how two years ago when they had met he was just looking for someone to play with and give him a reason to jack off soon would be at his beck and call and ready to serve him like a proper pet; what amazed him even more was that he had the testicular fortitude to do what many a man would not do, stick with someone through hell and high water knowing the diamond buried in the coal.

Trying to calm his nerves as he sits in the chair, breathing in and out slowly like he used to do before his tournaments, his hands making a claw, touching at the finger tips just at his lower abdomen. Each inhale and exhale was in time with the beat of “Change of Time” by Josh Ritter and his mind focusing not only on the task at hand but visualizing the days to come after and the possible training he may need to give the slut that he has spent the last two years slowly and subtly growing attached to. Glancing at the rules, he could not help but let a calculated and sadistic smile crawl across his young lips, especially when the thought of the fated hour draws nearer with every tick of the clock.
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• The rules

• The slave shall refer to her owner as Master, M’lord, or Sir
• The slave shall always be wearing a collar and shall be assigned one for public wear and private wear
• While in the house, the slave must always have her breasts exposed.
• The slave shall never deny her owner her body
• The slave may not wear any form of underwear without permission
• The slave may not touch her vagina, nipples, or rectum without permission unless it is for hygienic reasons.
• The slave may own nothing
• Any order given by the slave’s owner may not be ignored unless it contradicts a rule specified to overrule all other rules or creates a situation in which the pet may be put into a situation in which another rule may be broken.
• the rules can be changed at anytime without prior discussion

 

[MadilynShay]

Jayde took a deep breath as she quietly closed the large door behind her, trying to keep it from squeaking. Slowly, she began to make her way down the hallway, wrapping her arms tightly around her torso, the cool air chilling her. She stopped briefly to adjust the thermostat that rested between two large abstract paintings on the wall, switching it to a warmer setting. Before continuing, she stood in place for a moment, noticing a bit of light flooding into the hallway from the dining room. For a moment, she couldn't bring herself to move forward. Though she wouldn't admit it to him, part of her was scared.

Finally, she continued to make her way towards him, moving just as quietly as before. She stopped as she reached the open doorway leading into the large dining room, staring at him from behind. A small smile spread across her lips as took in his appearance. Everything about him drove her crazy. She was infatuated with him. Though they had only met in person just days before, he had been the one who had stuck with her through all of her hard times. After losing everything else she had known, he was still there. It made sense that she felt so strongly towards him, at least to her.

After another minute or so, she finally urged herself to go to him. She knew that he cared for her, after all he wouldn't be there if he didn't, but she felt as though he showed it differently. She didn't want to be overbearing, but she just couldn't stay away from him. As she walked towards him, she didn't put so much effort into being quiet, trying to make her presence known now. Placing her hand on his muscled shoulder, she leaned down slightly, her soft lips brushing against his cheek briefly. "Good morning." she said quietly, her eyes darting down to the paper that laid in front of him.

 

[Billy The Kid]

Sitting in the chair, looking at the one he would soon take at the head of the table, Adam looks below the table smiling at the massive space knowing that iwould be the perfect place for Jayde to service him while he eats. Smiling to himself at the thought of the slave he spent the past few years protecting from the pain of the world. Remembering her tears the day her best friend was killed, he could not help but also think about how he spent days without sleep making sure she had something to hold onto; when her mother passed away Adam could practically feel her tears. He secretly wished he could kiss them away and just hold the slave tightly.

Unaware of her presence, Adam slowly lets his thoughts travel to that of what he expected the next few nights to consist of. Having seen hints of her infatuation with him through their interactions following the loss of her world. It made sense to him but having never been loved by anyone--not even the woman that gave birth to him. As the images of the abuse, the pain and the abandonment play through his mind the eighteen year old feels a couple of tears rolling down his face. Wiping them with a slight growl he stands up and turns around, his eyes slowly reverting the the cold cover he has held over the pain for year after year.

Seeing Jayde standing silently behind him he smiles slightly and says “Jayde, you have a long day before you and once the paper is signed I will not care if you are weary, hungry, thirsty or regretful. Once you put your signature on the contract, you lose your rights as a person and become a possession, an object for my pleasure. You shall earn your privileges on how well you can serve me. If I want to use you as a foot rest you will thank me for the attention, go back to bed and think about what you are doing. If you have already found your resolve you know where to find a pen and the contract is on the table ready to be gone over.” Hoping she does go back to bed to think about it a tiny part of him, an infinitesimally small part of him, wished she would change her mind and say no and either seduce him or provide him a place to stay until he can find a stable job and place to stay.