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The Darker Side of Life (LadyYunaFFX2 & littlerooster's 1x1)

Ethan sat in his office at work and thought about Shania, he really didn't know much about her, sure her sexual desires and her heritage and a little of her upbringing, but what about her as a person. These types of things would only come out upon meeting, so often subjects and information just get spoken about off the cuff, that is how you learn about people he said to himself, he was rather bad at this, getting to know people, building rapport and becoming close to someone, but he wanted to be close to Shania and the irony or funny part was that perhaps because of the BDSM game they would be playing it would be easier to achieve this as he would have something to do, a role to play as would she and BDSM itself would give them countless things to talk about, it would cover a lot of ground and through these conversations he hoped that they would become close.

The other funny thing of course was Ethan wasn't really that into BDSM in itself, to him it was more a case of being prepared to use it to get close to someone, hell, he would pretend to like football if it meant being close to someone!

On his cell phone he looked up BDSM lifestyles as this is what he would be engaging in with Shania, a 24/7 relationship in which there was a pre conceived power imbalance, in many ways he wished he could be the sub, there seemed to be so much responsibility as dominant but beggars can't be choosers as they say and he had already built up a bond with Shania and he liked her a lot as well, so on with the adventure he thought. He decided that the contract should have a clause allowing him to end it anytime he wanted just in case it wasn't to his liking, he considered whether or not she should have the same right but it seemed wrong given her submissive status.

He logged onto the Role Play site with the blue screen and cityscape image, another message from the woman who was captivating him more and more.

"Dear Sweetest Shania,

How I do look forward to running my lips and mouth all over your untouched body, I wish to please you and make you quiver in ways that you had never dared dreamed possible. I want you to know that although you will be my property, your pleasure still counts and I want you to be happy with me, I want you to happily forget your freedom and sign on each time for extended periods of ownership.

My cock is pulsating right now at the thought of you and a dozen butterflies are fluttering in my tummy as I write this. You are incredible to say the least and I think of you more and more as each day passes.

I do not live so close to you, but I can travel and yes, let us meet on Friday, pick a coffee shop that you would like to meet at and we will meet there and chat a little and then go back to your place where I will have you.

I don't want you to worry about money my bound angel, I have more than enough to take care of us both and if you sign on as my property you will not work anymore.

I am very sorry, you did mention your age, with all the thoughts and excitement I forgot that part. Does it bother you that I am older?

Humanity it seems has entered a new dark age where imagination and love are considered burdens and cold hearted pragmatism rules the day it seems. It does not matter though, we will create our own world that we will thrive in and all others can go to hell.

You may not wish to hear this and you may even find it naive, but I am falling for you Shania.

-Love Ethan.

P.S I do not wish to hear you call my name with Master in front of it. Please just call me Ethan, we know our roles without having to use titles.

P.P.S Don't ever apologize for "ranting" again.

xxxxx"

He read his message and wondered who the hell he was channeling it seemed more intensely romantic than anything he had written for anyone before and yet it was honest, very painfully honest and open.

Yes, he was sure now, he could love his slave.

It seemed also that he would meet her this Friday, he sat back and pondered what might happen.
 

For a while, Shania had thought of what to do while waiting. Then the answer had simply come in the form of a phone call; from her mother. Pulling the headphones out of her ears, she swallowed slightly nervously but still answered.

"Hey!" She replied, managing a genuinely cheerful voice. "Yeah, I'm doing well. Same old, same old. Yeah .. yeah I know. But it's still work and ... " She sighed. Not that Shania didn't love her parents, but especially her mother could be .. well ... eccentric at times. And now was one, unfortunately. A few nods that she gave despite knowing she couldn't see them left her head as the talk continued.

And finally, Shania's face paled as the question on whether she had found a new boyfriend or not came up.

Oh fuck. What do you say?!

It'd be easy to just reply with a mere 'No'. But her mom had an uncanny way of being a human lie detector, even over the phone. So ... she'd tell the truth and not.

"Well ... yes, actually. He's ... from out of state but intends to visit."

The tone almost instantly increased as a clear sense of panic overwhelmed the elder's voice.

"Slow down, it's okay. It's just .. visiting. Think of it as ... a test of sorts. We're gonna see if we're compatible. And depending on how things go, they'll develop from there on. Um ... I'm sure he'll want to. But tell you what. Can we keep that thought on hold until we know how well we'll get along? Yes, I promise I'll let you know. Sure, no problem."

An inward sigh of relief went through Shania's head. Yay for telling the truth and not at the same time.

"Well, I'm gonna get lunch. Uh-huh. I will. Love you too." And with that, she hung up.

The idea of lunch, however, would be paused. Her eyes caught the sight of the next PM. Opening it eagerly, Shania felt herself blush an even deeper shade of crimson, something she hadn't deemed possible. Another quick reply went through her head as she hit the "Reply" and began to type back.

Ethan,
You flatter me with the words and thoughts I get to think about. I definitely look forward to learning, returning the same pleasure you intend to give me back to you.

There's a Starbucks nearby my place of residence actually. We can use there. It's located at:

5000 Tomahawk Ln.
Santa Fe, New Mexico 87501

I'll get the boots after I get off work tomorrow. The restaurant is attached to a strip mall, thankfully, so there are several stores I can walk to and shop for what I need a few paces away.

Thank you. As much as I usually love my work ethic, that place has been ... a real pain to endure. Even the tips aren't usually worth it. But .. it was something and I'd just graduated high school. I needed it back then. And compared to all the other more shady jobs I could have give into and done ... I'm proud I kept myself in a decent - legal - line of work.

No, it doesn't bother me. I expected you to be a bit older, truthfully. I don't usually meet males younger than myself. Sorry if that seems like an annoying stereotype >.<

Actually ....

I think I'm falling for you too. You really do sound incredible. So we're not alone in that aspect.

I can't begin to express how much I wish Friday would hurry up and arrive.

Forever yours,
Shania

Her hand trembled slightly as she hit "Send". The fact she wasn't the only one nervous definitely made her feel better. But what had indeed taken the young Native American aback the most was that ... he was already falling for her? It made her want to cry; out of joy, of course. There was still that slither of anxiety but by now it was almost all but nonexistent.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she got up and headed into the kitchen once again, taking the bowl she'd used for cereal with her. But even as she arrived in the destination, she felt her appetite fade away. The same sensation he'd had of butterflies in his stomach was practically felt in her own, as if they'd transferred to her body somehow. She didn't want to eat .. but knew she had to try. It gave the human body energy, after all. And she'd need it for the next few days.

Setting the bowl and spoon in the sink, she opened the fridge and began rummaging through it. After making a sandwich and grabbing an apple, she headed back into her room and began to eat, simultaneously waiting for Ethan to reply.
 
Ethan looked at the workload, it could all be done by someone else, he did own this business after all! He started to prepare his managers for his leave of absence, they would do fine without him for a while, he was rather eccentric after all, well eccentric was the polite term they used to describe him as a boss, he never really socialized with them and for a while they felt he didn't care about them at all, that wasn't quite true though, he wanted them all to be well and have money to take care of their families, even the lower ranking staff were treated very well by Ethan.

He just didn't connect with any of them and didn't want to spend time at BBQ's and other gatherings that he let someone else organize for the staff, just because he didn't like those things it didn't mean they had to miss out after all.

New Mexico was a fair distance, he made a booking at a hotel near Shania's home just in case the meeting didn't work out, he trusted her but he also knew people got the jitters at the last minute with these types of things, he had met a number of online friends and would be lovers in real life and quite often the energy which they felt for each other online seldom resonated in real life.

He wondered about her family and how they would be to know that she was owned, a piece of property, of course they wouldn't need to know but the idea entertained him for a while anyway.

He left his staff to the work and went home, once there he started to pack and then as per usual with Ethan got bored with a task mid way through and stopped to check his emails and most of all private messages from Shania.

Logging on he was happy to see another message, that familiar white envelope in the top right of the screen.

Starbucks! She wanted to meet at Starbucks! His face cringed, he didn't want to make her feel bad, BUT HE LIKED COFFEE GOD DAMMIT! Starbucks was not coffee it was something brown with milk in it, well he thought it might be milk. Then he remembered, he told her in the rules they were to meet outside the coffee shop, good, he thought, he would not have to go in, he would find something much better elsewhere in town to have a chat and coffee, real coffee. Starbucks, spew, spit, chunder. He laughed at his moment of immaturity and carried on reading the message.

"Dear Shania,

You should be flattered, I struggled whether I could or should love my property, and I feel that there is no reason why we cannot have a romantic relationship within the structure of me owning you. I hope this makes sense to you as it does to me.

Ok, we will meet outside Starbucks as you suggest. I have the address, I see it is on the same lane as you live.

I am sure I will be able to provide you with an allowance once you are my slave, something that is better than what you make now in pay and tips. I can't wait to see the boots on you as well.

I am sure there are many shady jobs you can do out there, I am glad you picked the job you did.

I am happy that you are feeling the same for me as I am feeling for you. I hope you will like me when we meet.

I have sent you a gift in the mail, it should get there before we meet, I hope you will like it.

Yours Ethan,

xxxx"

Ethan had in fact sent her a gift, it was a choker, which doubled as a collar signifying that she was owned, he also sent her a cheque for $1,000 to buy the boots and anything else she may want to buy. He wanted to keep it as a surprise until it got there.

He opened up a bottle of cognac and sipped it as he thought about hiring a maid to pack for him, he did hate the menial tasks like packing, he hated unpacking more but by the time it came to unpack he might already own Shania.
 

It hadn't taken much time to finish lunch. In fact, the sensation of anticipation had seemed to help her eat faster; though not so much she'd give herself a stomach ache. Standing up, she began to walk around the efficiency. There wasn't much to clean up, thankfully. But it wouldn't hurt to tidy up a bit. She'd begin Thursday ... yes, Thursday night after returning from work. It was mainly a bit of sweeping, mopping, dusting, ensuring all dishes were done, making the bed; simple enough tasks. But her cleaning OCD wanted everything to be perfect. After all, she did want to make a good first impression. And sometimes the place a person resided in said far more than the actual individual; or so she'd read up on before.

Upon walking back inside, she saw that blessed symbol which suggested Ethan had gotten back to her. After rereading the message over several times, Shania began writing to Ethan.

Ethan,
Yes, it does make perfect sense to me.

Sounds good. I definitely look forward to this. What time or time range should I head out to wait for you, anyways? Morning? Afternoon? Evening?

I can begin to imagine though that's but a nice bonus. More than the financial parts, I'm looking forward to the physical, emotional, and psychological ones. I can't wait to see you as well.

Even though these are just words, my instincts are confident enough in feeling I will end up liking you.

I'll keep an eye out then. Whatever it is, I'm sure I'll enjoy it. I never was an overly picky person to give gifts to.

Forever yours,
Shania

Reaching over, she pulled out a silver flute. It was one of the few leisure items she had ever spent money on and still thoroughly enjoyed to this day. So it wasn't a traditional choice of something for Native Americans to play with. Fine by her. It made some of the best music in her mind. A piano was nice also but that was far too costly. Besides, it would have been a real pain trying to fit it into her small efficiency.

Pressing the instrument against her lips, she began playing a soothing melody. A smile formed on her face as best as possible while playing the flute. It'd been far too long since she'd genuinely felt this happy and content. So for someone to make her feel this way, let alone so fast .. it really was a hell of a feat. But it was one she was glad to see still existed even in this world.
 
Ethan decided he couldn't wait until Friday to fly to New Mexico, he booked a seat and flew out first class the next day. Once arriving he checked into the little local hotel early as there luckily were plenty of rooms available, something he had not thought of before his impulsive decision.

He wouldn't surprise Shania by turning up at her place or anything like that, he didn't want to be creepy about anything. He simply wanted to scout out her home town, finding a nice Italian restaurant he ordered some lasagna and a house red and sat down to have his dinner.

The town was nice and low key, he liked it here already, he wondered if he would take her back with him or buy a place here, he thought about it while he ate and for some reason felt a need to listen to gentle flute music, he used his phone to access youtube and with headphones he listened to a few nice songs.

He left a huge tip after dinner and although the waitress thought he was odd, was happy with the tip which was twice the amount his meal cost.

He accessed the RP site and after reading Shania's latest message left her a simple one in return.

"I am closer than you think"

He send and went to sleep.
 

As the hours passed by and Shania saw no reply, she assumed he had to step out again. Truth be told, it would give her chances to better get ready; not just for Ethan but work tomorrow. Pushing her laptop back a bit yet still keeping it upon the bed, she then set her flute down and headed into the bathroom. As each article of clothing left her body, she folded it and placed them upon the sink. Once the water was at her preferred temperature, she stepped inside. For the longest time, Shania just stood underneath the water, letting cascade down her body. Her mind repeated all the messages they'd sent to one another, from the first to the most recent ones.

Would he really make it over here? There seemed to be a sincere and determined tone of sorts when he'd promised to. But there was a difference in text and actions when all was said and done. Perhaps more than whether he'd arrive or not, Shania thought more of the man she was to meet. He was still very much a mystery appearance wise. But now that she knew his age, it was a bit easier to guess. It still wouldn't make her decide in the end whether she liked him or not; no. She'd never go against her policies like that. Shania hated hypocrites with a passion, she wouldn't dare allow herself to become one.

By the time she finished washing her body and hair, a new surge of energy was flowing through Shania. It was as if her ancestors themselves were doing a celebratory dance of some sorts. Her spirits were higher than they'd been in a hell of a while and she was honestly able to look forward to the more immediate future. She'd been keeping a more getting through each day mindset. But now .. now she truly had something, someone to look forward to. After a brief dinner, she fell asleep.

The next day, she had time before work, thankfully. She'd woken up at ten; slightly later than usual but ah well. She had several hours, two to be exact. And that still did allow her plenty of time to get ready. As she sat up and checked her laptop, a new set of crimson painted Shania's cheeks. It appeared in her excitement, she'd wound up falling asleep nude. Oh well. Not like anyone else visited her much if at all. Pulling her laptop back in front of her, she saw the envelope .. and felt her heart race yet again.

The simple but powerful message hinted he either was already in New Mexico or on his way. She continued to gaze at the PM, almost feeling like she'd forgotten something. And then it dawned on her; she nearly had. "Ah!" Jumping up, she grabbed a tank top and pair of jeans, sliding both on and went outside. Sure enough, there was an actual envelope from an unusual address. Taking it inside and opening it, the young woman had to blink and pinch herself.

"Holy ... oh my god ... "

One thousand dollars?! Even with all she'd saved up, Shania barely had half of that by herself. Her eyes then went to the choker and even without being a BDSM expert, she understood well enough the double meaning of the accessory. Taking each back with her into her room, a wide smile was on her face. Well, this definitely made the reply easy enough to figure out.

Ethan,

I got the choker and check today. Thank you so much. Do you want me to start wearing the collar now or wait for Friday?

I have about an hour to kill before needing to head off and for the most part, I'm already done getting ready for work.

Forever yours,
Shania :)

To say she was giddy at this point was an understatement. Placing the collar on the empty pillow beside where she usually slept, Shania quickly realized she was going to be on a bit of a time limit. So she'd give him half an hour. But after that, she had to hurry to the bank before work. The former was a bit further from her work so she'd have to make good time.

In fact, she knew she should go now. But she wanted to try to wait for the simple answer. So .. on the off-chance that Shania would have to rush off sooner than she desired, she began getting her socks and shoes on, completely forgoing panties or a bra. So it was risque. That was what she would basically have to do upon meeting Ethan so, if nothing else, it was a way to prepare ahead of time.
 
Ethan woke up in the hotel room, the sun was streaming through the window, he realized he had forgotten to shut the curtains before falling asleep the night before, he always had trouble in hotel rooms, trouble falling asleep in unfamiliar environments, he was a creature of habit and it always took him a while to acclimatize to new surroundings. He looked at the Aztec inspired decor and paintings, he certainly felt he was somewhere else, but then again he was somewhere else mentally as well. He was essentially a wealthy man in town with the hopes of acquiring a slave.

He looked at his notes for the contract, he decided he would write it all up with Shania, he wanted her to have a say in her ownership, he liked the idea of things like that, giving her a say in her degradation, somehow it just made it all the more humiliating for her, much like the dog that brings it's leash to it's owner. How could someone train a dog to do that? He wondered as he laughed a little, Shania indeed would be led around on a leash.

Showering he stood there as he was prone to do and let the water cascade over his strong muscular body, it was warm and soothing and always helped him think. He then dried himself off and dressed in some casual clothes, he liked the idea that Shania had not asked for a photo, he could walk around her town at will and even if he did see her, she would never know it was him.

He left the hotel room and walked down Tomahawk lane and onto the main street, he knew where Shania lived but avoid that area, that wasn't sporting at all, if he saw her out and about somewhere so be it, but he wasn't going to stalk her, this was all weird enough already!

He came across a quaint mum and pop style cafe and walked in, the tables set with those old chequered red and white table clothes and a single flower in a small vase. Sitting down a waitress, possibly the owner as she was heavy set and in her 40's came up and politely gave him a menu and left him alone to decide what he would like to order. He looked over the options, they were all pretty carb heavy and very homely, despite his work out obsession he actually enjoyed very hearty and fatty foods, what he hated though was processed crappy take away. She returned a short time later and he ordered the eggs Benedict and a long black coffee.

Looking at his phone he checked on the site and sure enough there was a message from her. He smiled at the very sight of her name alone and read her message.

"Dear Shania,

I want you to wait until we meet, I will collar you as a sign that you are mine, of course this will be an intense ritual of you handing over yourself to me.

I hope you like the gifts, we will meet soon.

Tell me what do you look forward to the most in regards to being nothing but property?

Ethan".

He hadn't asked her anything for a while and felt he should keep her on her toes, was this really happening? Were they really going through with the strange exchange of power and ownership? Would this make him a slaver or a slave owner? He had read about the history of slavery, not just the mainstream version of what happened here in the states but in Europe as well, during times of war and during the endless invasions from the Arabic countries where the Arabs would take whites as slaves and how just about every race had enslaved another at one point in time. A huge history and yet was he a part of this now or was he once again thinking far too much and taking what should be a kink and fun too seriously?

He sat back as the waitress returned with his breakfast and he thought about everything and nothing as he ate slowly looking out the window, wondering what Shania was thinking.
 

Shania had been ready to dart out to her car. Time had been pushed for and she knew there was no way to procrastinate much longer, if at all. But thankfully, the envelope appeared seconds after her ankles tensed up. She took the moment to quickly read up and gave a fast enough reply.

Ethan,

I'll think on this during work. Right now though, to avoid being late and get the check properly dealt with, I do - somewhat unfortunately - need to hurry off. I'll get to this when I return though.

I can say, however, that I do love the gifts.

-Shania

Grabbing the check, she let her ankles give in and grabbed her keys on the way out, running into her 2008 navy blue Chevy Camaro. It wasn't at all her preference; in fact, she'd always been a fan of SUVs. But her dad had helped make a valid point when buying this for her graduation present. And unfortunately, they were more gas-friendly than any SUV. Besides, it'd been running smoothly and hadn't had any real troubles. No battery, alternator, brake problems, nothing. So she was more than content with the car.

Though Shania did drive quickly, it wasn't too much to get pulled over. Needless to say, she did get the check done with in a fast enough manner. She'd been rather astounded that no one had asked why it was such a high amount though she was glad for it. Slipping the cash in a hidden compartment in her car, she ensured to lock it during her work hours.

The shift had gone .. well ... as best as it could. Tonight seemed to be oddly busy for a Wednesday and tons had decided to order alcohol, especially after 6 PM rolled around. To say she was content with being able to clock out was a massive understatement. Her legs burned .. but she knew there was one last errand to run. Heading back toward her car, she pulled the keys out and unlocked it, grabbing ... one hundred? Two hundred? After shaking her head no several times, she pocketed all of it away in a denim pocket. She'd just have to be damn careful.

She felt .. silly after walking through the nearby JC Penny, having easily found a pair of boots that matched his request and preference. The cashier seemed to give her a glare, as if asking how she could pay with a Franklin and for one of the few times in her life, Shania returned the gesture. She was exhausted and not in the mood for such crap. Eagerly taking the change and new shoes, she walked out to her car yet again and drove back.

"Two more days ... " She repeated softly to herself, incredibly relieved at knowing this repetitive schedule would end soon enough. Parking into her garage, she closed the door behind her and then the ones to the car. Patting herself down, she felt nothing had been forgotten. Her feet easily guided her back into her room and in front of her laptop. Pulling the money all out, she set it down and tried to figure out what else to get with it. The task, however, seemed to be easier said than done. Her mind was drawing more blanks than usual and it only irked Shania more.

A low sigh left as she shook her head. She was ready to pass out despite it being only a bit after nine-thirty in the evening; but not yet. She'd at least give Ethan a more proper reply. She had promised, after all.

Ethan,

I did manage to think despite the .. annoyances at work.

I'd have to say even more than the learning part of it all, the sexual experiences as well. To be able to try things out, feel new sensations I never knew existed ... I eagerly look forward to each and every second.

I know this isn't by far one of the better replies I've given. But I gotta repeat this for one more day .. ugh. I wish I didn't ... honestly, I probably should just call in and say the hell with it. But as it is, I'm exhausted. Nine damn hours with no real appreciation for this job... it gets tiring more than the physical aspects of walking quickly back and forth with people barking for their drinks or some shit.

I'm going to retire slightly earlier than usual .. but you'll definitely be in my thoughts. I have little to no doubts on that.

-Shania

And no sooner than she hit the "Send" button did a new surge of energy enter her. Her head shook as a low chuckle left her lips. "Ohhh lovely." She teased herself, sighing. Her eyes went back to the money as she resumed thinking on what to buy. The only things which entered her mind were new wardrobe; mainly more skirts, blouses, and even dresses. Maybe some panty hose here and there. But for the most part, Shania did favor the casual set of jeans and t-shirts or tank tops more often than not. While she'd keep the old fashion she had, she would get the new ones also to make a good impression for Ethan. It took a hell of a lot to make her just completely forget of something she'd liked for far too long.

And from how he seemed in the text, he wouldn't force her to get rid of them; just choose when to wear or not wear them. That was more than fine with her.
 
A few hours had passed and Ethan was now sitting by a pond in a park, ducks were floating by and the day was a nice one, he tossed them bread as he watched them and some little ducklings clamber for them. Simple things, simple things were often the best he thought to himself as he casually sat there thinking about nothing in particular.

Soon he checked his messages again on the role play site that had seemingly changed his life for good. He was happy when he saw another message from Shania. Reading it he realized that waiting to meet like this might be a little silly as he could help her financially and that she was not in the luxurious position that he was in, a devilish yet charitable thought came over him as he read it and realized that he liked the combination of the two contradictory ideas.

"Dear Shania,

I am sorry work is so bad for you, I sometimes forget that people aren't as well off as I am. I have an idea, why are we waiting to meet? I am in your town. I have another idea if you wish to try it. Why don't we meet tomorrow night, as an introductory exercise to this life for the two of us, I offer you $3000 to be my slave for a night, as money will be exchanging hands I am also buying or renting you if you prefer for a night of service, you will do as I tell you too do, if you are interested let me know, we can meet at your place or the coffee shop your choice.

I hope things settle down for you, let me know your thoughts.

-Ethan"

He hit send and as it was getting late he got up and walked back to his hotel and went to sleep wondering what she might think of the message and his offer.
 

Shania had been indulging with the fact she could relax, even if only for a bit. She didn't have to wake up until about twelve more hours, a bit less given she needed to fall asleep first. Her body, however, had been fighting between falling asleep or not doing so. She wanted to at least see if Ethan would maybe get back to her. Yes, her message had said she wouldn't be around. But who knew? Maybe he'd say a simple 'good night' or something similar enough. And sure enough, the white envelope appeared soon enough.

As she read it, her eyes widened. "...He's ... here?! Now?!" An adrenaline rush kicked in with almost no time as anticipation and anxiety kicked in once again. She wondered if he'd been at her work or if she'd driven by him without realizing it. Her head shook as she focused herself to pay heed to the message, not the 'what-if' scenarios going through her head. The words alone hinted he was .. either rich or far better off than herself, like he'd said. But then again, the check had been for one thousand dollars. He probably was rich; definitely more than her if nothing else.

It slightly confused her. They were still doing the permanent contract deal, yes? As far as she knew, that seemed to be the case. After all, he didn't hint that was being gotten rid of; just another option laid upon the table, as it were. After re-reading it a few more times and thinking carefully on it, Shania gave a message; and it would be the one he'd read when he woke up.

Ethan,
I'm up for it. A bit nervous still .. but not enough to back down. I'll call work in the morning and say the hell with them to allow for more time to properly prepare to meet you. Do you want me to wear what you asked of me still? Or does that not yet matter? I'm also assuming we're still keeping with the original idea we decided upon? That's more to make sure I'm not misreading or misunderstanding more than anything.

I'll be thinking better and faster in the morning. I can't wait to see you. Truly, I can't.

-Shania

Her hands shook as she hit "Send". A new emotional wave of feelings were racing through her and though she wasn't completely tired, her body was all but forcing her to lie down. Her mind went to Ethan, knowing he was here .. somewhere in Santa Fe. Her heart raced quickly, beating frantically in her chest. The money was honestly just a bonus, albeit an appreciated one. The true reward would be the sneak peek on what she had agreed to wanting.

Her eyes closed as a deep breath left her lips. The more Shania thought on what she had just read, the better it sounded. Her smile managed to widen and in a soft, weak voice, she murmured wearily, "Good night, Ethan ... " before feeling her body give in and pass out finally.
 
Ethan imagined what she might think when she got the message, if she thought that he might be pushing her or stalking her, or something else that was untoward and just not true. He started to regret sending it and breaking from their initial plan, he started thinking of all the things that could go wrong due to one simple message like the one he sent her.

It was too late though, the message had been sent and it was just a waiting game now to see how she would respond to it, he just didn't want to waste anymore time, especially now that he was in town and all. It seemed silly to wait longer than they had to.

Soon, he saw the envelope light up, she had responded!

He quickly dragged his laptop over and read her message, yes, yes, he had caused her confusion but not much she was interested in meeting sooner rather than later, it was a good thing!

"Shania,

Sorry to cause you confusion, I just thought as we are both new at this that I could rent you for a night first to make sure you were ok with being my property, I didn't mean anything else by it and thought that you could use some time to experience it before signing up. I am still very interested in drawing a up a contract with you for a 2 year ownership.

Yes, meet me wearing the outfit I described for you and let us meet earlier than the evening if you can do it, you can call me if you wish my number is 999-767-8327.

I can't wait to see you either my sweet slave,

Love Ethan xxxx"

He hit send before he could change the love part, he did feel love for her, and he was nervous about all of it but it would be fine he thought to himself, they had structure, structure was all he needed. He lay there in bed staring at the ceiling and thinking about their meeting and if she would call him or not.
 

It wouldn't be until around ten in the morning the next day that Shania saw the newest PM. She'd call .. but first thing was first. There was another person she'd sworn to deal with. And while there was time, she decided to get that out of the way. Grabbing her phone, she took a deep breath. Shania wasn't generally one for passive-aggressive like techniques; but she knew in this case it was needed basically. She couldn't be the typical and completely nice person she usually was. She had to be a bit firm, otherwise they wouldn't take her seriously.

Thankfully, it'd been her boss that had answered. At least she wouldn't have to be put on hold or some crap like that. Swallowing softly, Shania spoke after a brief pause.

"Eliza? Yeah, it's me, Shania. Listen ... I'm not coming in. Just that. I'm done. Why? I've been there since eighteen working my ass off from noon to nine and haven't gotten any appreciation, nothing of the like. I'm sick of it. I realize a raise isn't possible because that's not typically done with waitresses .. but still. There's too many cons and not enough --- . Look ... this is my call, okay? No. No, no. I'm done. Bye."

A weary sigh left her lips as she hung up.

Ugh, thank gods that's done and over with

Another soft swallow left as she reread the message. She had wondered on replying to it ... but figured it could be done over the phone easily enough.

Her hand trembled as she entered number after number, finally hitting "Send" and waiting to see if Ethan was conscious by now or not. Hopefully she hadn't disturbed him.
 
Ethan wondered if she would call or not, if she would even write back, he was too used to being dropped or abandoned by women when things became too real, and those were situations where slavery wasn't even involved! That was just regular relationship or potential relationship kind of stuff. This was a whole new ball game and he really didn't want to think too much ahead.

It was about 10 am now and he had finished his poached egg breakfast and was just walking about town looking at the different shops and wondering about nothing in particular, then his phone buzzed it was a text message from Shania. She was asking if he was awake.

"Shania,

Yes, I am awake, how are you?" he texted back and took a seat outside a barber's shop.

It seemed she was more serious than he was giving her credit for, but he was still not getting his hopes up.
 

When her stomach growled in annoyance, Shania got up and went into the kitchen. For a few moments, she almost swore the same butterflies from ... yesterday? The day before? Recently, regardless, had returned. A deep sigh left as she tried to keep herself calm. But those same sensations of anxiety and excitement had been going through her since she'd learned Ethan was in Santa Fe. Things were going to begin soon and it'd all be official. He'd suggested meeting tonight but now that her schedule was cleared, part of her wasn't sure on delaying until the evening. Still, she'd lay that card on the table as an option. Her eyes had been glancing around in an attempt to figure out what she wanted to eat. But honestly, her appetite wasn't nearly as strong as her desire to meet up with her new master and, if things went well enough, lover.

An irked sigh left as she finally gave up on food and closed the cabinet door for now. She had tons to make. But right now, she couldn't focus, definitely not on food or eating. Upon returning to her room, she found her phone had a new text. With how simple and to the point the message seemed, Shania wondered if Ethan was as nervous as herself. That would honestly be a bit of a relief. It made her feel more ... human? Something of the like.

Taking a seat on her bed, she began to type back.

Ethan,
Aside from a bit nervous still, I'm fine. Needless to say, I got my schedule cleared up if you don't want to wait for the evening. Eager as I am, I want to be sure you're ready also. I know for sure that I'm going to sneak a shower in, probably soon enough. But I wanted to inform you and lay the option on the table for the both of us.

When we do meet, did you want to use the same Starbucks or a different location? I figured since you've been here, you've probably had time to scout the city around. And honestly, that was just the first location I thought of. I know there are tons of other places that can easily be used instead.

-Shania

After sending the message off, Shania began grabbing the outfit he'd requested for her to wear. Her eyes went on the collar and she tried to remember ... he wanted to put it on her, right?

Hell ... you're that nervous you can't remember?

An inward frown crossed her face as she began going through all the PMs they'd exchanged. It didn't take long for her to find the answer, thankfully. But at least her memory hadn't totally failed Shania just yet. She had been pretty certain he wished to place it on her and, sure enough, that had been correct.

"Okay so .... " She glanced around once again, seeing if there was anything else she needed. Skirt, blouse, bra, boots, collar/choker ... was that really it? Basically. It hadn't been requested but she would also take at least her wallet or... no. No, that wouldn't be smart. Besides, he hinted he was well off so ... wouldn't that be redundant?

Her head shook no and finally, she self-negotiated to bring some of her tip money she'd saved up. Unless it was really needed, however, she would avoid using what had been gifted to her. Even now, she wasn't certain what else to get besides dresses. And the mere thought of being given more was slightly intimidating. She wasn't used to having so much money accessible to her.

He may very well have ideas and requests ...

Nodding to herself, she sat in a chair placed in front of a desk within her room. It used to be her old study space, per se. But she'd grown to use and enjoy her bed more and thus hadn't used it often. Her head shook again as she got up long enough to bring her cell phone with her and waited to see what Ethan thought, had in mind, maybe both.

All the same, her hint on the shower would be true. But his answer would help her figure out how to go about preparing for him.
 
Ethan thought of this as an interview, a two way interview to see if they were compatible, all of this had happened so fast that he hadn't really stopped to think about what he was actually doing, how it would work. It was no different to the romantic notions of marriage that some people feel towards each other, it all feels really nice and fuzzy but how would the marriage actually work! They never think about that part and then get married and look at each other as if to say "So what now?".

Well that is how Ethan was feeling, he had arrived at this point now where he was going to meet this lady who keen to be owned, to hand herself over to him, to serve him. And he was just sitting there like a dog that chased a car and actually managed to catch it, "What do I do with it now?" he said to himself, he guessed he would find out soon enough and then he realized, that same old familiar thought, she may not even like him anyway when all is said and done.

There was a message from Shania, she made him feel so high, this scared him as well, he doubted he could take another heartbreak.

"Dear Shania,

Yes, there is a small cafe on Main Street, "Julia's" it is called, it is number 127, could we meet there as soon as you are able to? I am quite nervous and I think it would be better to meet sooner rather than later.

Since you seem free all day, maybe we could meet there now-ish?

Don't shower before we meet, I want you dirty and so I can smell the real you, I want you to sacrifice the shower for me. Don't wear perfume or deodorant either, do not mask who you really are.

-Ethan"

He sent the message, he was going made and just wanted to meet, there was no point in waiting for dinner or anything like that, just do it now, he thought to himself.

He liked his idea about her not showering before they meet, it was a sacrifice and also he did want to smell the real her not a bouquet of flowers or some other kind of soap and perfume. He wanted this to be primal, and he wanted her off balance, unsure and guessing.
 

After glancing around a few more times to ensure Shania had everything, she noted the light vibrations upon her desk. Picking her phone up, she ... tilted her head. Of all the requests Ethan could have made, this definitely wasn't at all one. Most men would be disgusted if a woman skipped any of these. The perfume was fine but .. no deodorant? That made her just a bit uneasy and confused, all of the emotions adding into the sensations of anxiety and excitement. It hadn't dawned on her that the latter of emotions had taken it's toll over the past few days and now that she took the time and effort, Shania could smell herself. Her cheeks reddened as she realized between the fear-psychological effects of excitement and not having had a chance to ... please her body, she was drenched.

Suddenly this request sounded even worse than what it really was. She swallowed slightly and felt ... astounded at herself. Was she really going to agree to this?

Everything else has been tame and fine. Maybe .. this will just be a one-time thing?

Hopefully. She didn't know if she could forgive herself for repeating this again, even if ordered by Ethan. Nodding to herself, she began typing back.

Ethan,

I know where you speak of. Very well. I'll get changed and head over. I should be there in about five to ten minutes, depending on traffic. I have a navy blue Chevy Camaro. I wouldn't mind walking except the distance is too far and there aren't many public forms of transportation around my area. I'll see you soon.

-Shania

It wasn't like she had sweated too badly or anything from running around last night, thankfully. Still those were just routine habits she was used to doing from day to day. The worst scent on her truly was the heavy aroma of her own arousal. And with the request of no panties ... it'd be so obvious.

Pushing herself out of the chair, she stripped out of the clothes upon her and began changing into the outfit he'd requested her to wear. Her heart pounded as each article of clothing adorned her skin. By the time she finished, Shania had to admit; this sort of thing didn't look too bad. A bit sleazier than what she was used to but in it's own way, it was very sexy.

Taking the small amount of tip money she'd decided upon, the choker, her phone and keys and putting all in a small purse, Shania did a double then triple check. Normally, she disliked handbags. But with this 'uniform' it'd be impossible to carry everything in her hands. Or she could but others would notice certain items and try to steal them from her; and that was something she definitely didn't wish for. "Everything ... yep. Alright. Here goes everything and nothing." A deep sigh left her lips and finally, entered her car. Her hands had began to tremble somewhere in between getting dressed and walking out, it seemed, because it took a few attempts to get the keys in the ignition. Her head fell against the back of the seat as she waited for most of her composure to return.

With a turn of the keys, the car began. Putting it into reverse, Shania headed off to Julia's.
 
He knew that this request was heavier and far more personal than the previous requests he had made. This request would certainly play on her femininity and make her rather self conscious and she would be thinking that she smells far worse than she actually does and depending on what state she is in she might actually have some kind of scent or ordour.

She would need to learn though that she could not afford to have self respect or pride if she was to be his slave, his property. Although he was quite new at all of this he certainly was sure that he harboured fantasies of a rather dark and degrading nature.

"Shania,

Good to hear it, wear what I told you to wear and I will see you there soon, don't forget the rules of our meeting either. I will repeat them here for you in case you forgot.

1/ You will wear a short skirt, knee high at least black boots, a white blouse with a black bra and no panties.
2/ You will wait outside the designated coffee shop with your head bowed, you will not look at me until told you can.
3/ Once at our table you will place your hands on it and I will order for both of us, if you have any allergies now is the time to let me know.
4/ You will do the talking, I do not speak much and will do as I feel is comfortable for me.
5/ When our coffee's or hot drinks arrive you will let yours go cold before drinking it.
6/ We will go back to your place afterwards and you will undress the second we are in the door. This does not mean we will have sex, you will leave your boots on though.

See you soon,

Ethan"

He sent the message and left to go and meet her.
 

Traffic did indeed exist though not as much as she'd expected. So when her phone vibrated again, she pulled it quickly out from her purse and read over the text. Most of the rules she'd remembered easily. It was nice, however, to be given such a gesture. Numbers three and four she'd gotten mixed up slightly so it was good to be able to remind herself what they were and what would be expected of her. No sooner than she put the phone away did the light turn green.

The parking lot, thankfully, was mostly empty. Parking her car, she looked in front of her, towards Julia's. Any chances to back out now had to be done at this moment. But her head shook no adamantly. She wouldn't, she couldn't. Her damn pride was refusing for it. She'd come this far .. why give up now? Taking a deep breath, she opened her door and locked it though not before grabbing her purse. Her heart raced and she kept her head up long enough to make sure she was out of the way of the front door or anyone first.

Finally, she let her head bow, causing raven locks to fall in front of her hazel eyes. Psychological aspects began to kick in as sometimes people walked by. And for whatever reason - some obvious, others not - they gave her odd looks. The whispers of things like 'slut' and 'whore' suggested the outfit had definitely made a few eyebrows raise or some similar action. If any had noted her arousal, none mentioned it ... or was that what the insults were meant to hint?

Her heart raced frantically. This was far more nerve-wracking than she'd expected. A nervous swallow left and she forced her ankles to resist the urge to tense and make her break into a run.

You won't learn ...

The reminder helped keep her still and in place. She'd give anything to be able to actually hear music or do something to calm herself. But as it was, Shania had few options if any at all. So she did began taking steady breaths through her nose, her eyes subconsciously glancing to the choker. The knowledge of that being moved from out of her purse and around her neck was somehow ... reassuring? Why?

A new twinge of guilt shot through Shania as something else dawned on her. Maybe she should have offered to pick him up first? She had no idea how far away he'd been .. and it made her feel like a complete bitch.

"Damnit ... " She murmured at herself, gripping her lower lip slightly as her eyes stayed downward. "Sorry .. " She added, knowing how silly and redundant this all would seem.
 
Ethan knew that even in traffic Shania would get there first, he liked that idea though, she could wait awkwardly for him outside the restaurant dressed like a whore, it would give her a good idea of what she could expect as his property. The thought of having her pick him up only entered his mind for a second, it seemed like an odd double standard or something but this was still a date of sorts, she was a woman and he a man and women just don't pick men up for dates. It seemed wrong to have her do that and he didn't want to start off in that fashion.

He knew that she probably remembered the rules but liked the idea that he reminded her anyway, there would be no excuses and as he wanted it this way he wanted to make sure she had an easy to find list handy.

Soon he was only a block away and he could already see the woman standing outside the restaurant, her short skirt and boots, her white blouse and although he couldn't see it she would have a black bra on as well that would be able to be seen through the white blouse, yes, she did look like a whore. He loved it.

He wanted to play some more, she still didn't know what he looked like, he wanted to torture her from afar one last time.

"I can see you, you look like a whore, I love it"

He sent the message and slowed his walk a little so he could see her receive it and her reaction.
 

Oh the irony. While Ethan had been fearing since they first spoke that Shania would run from him, now she was having those exact same fears. Each second and minute that passed by without hearing any verbal hints of Ethan's arrival made Shania began to panic. Had she just done all of this for nothing? It honestly infuriated her to think of. She'd been completely honest and - even if a bit hesitantly at times - obedient to all asked of her thus far. He wouldn't just up and vanish ... would he? The soft sounds of her phone vibrating snapped her out of her thoughts.

Keeping her purse held and gaze down, she let a sigh of relief out to see that Ethan was around. In fact, going off of the message, he was close by. Her head had almost looked up out of instinct but she kept it bowed and down. Another nervous swallow left as she raised a hand and moved a few raven strands away from her face to at least allow her to read the text properly. A bit of crimson went over her cheeks and her thighs pressed themselves together. Even just the words were ... intoxicating somehow. She knew the analogies going through her head but not quite how to explain it.

All she knew was it had something to do with the knowledge of his presence being nearby along with the fact that soon, she'd be his. It added onto all she was already feeling and though she was still a bit anxious, she felt far more eager and excited to know he'd come into view soon. Hitting the reply button, she began to send another message.

Ethan,

I'm glad to know the sight pleases you. I'm shaking .. unsure whether I'm more scared, turned on, excited or some form of all of the above. It's been nerve-wracking to have stood here with all the looks I've gotten. But I kept still, trusting you to keep your word as I have been mine. I look forward to your arrival ... and everything else.

-Shania

A low whimper left as her senses began to awaken and go into an overdrive-like state. The addition of having had to deny her body any pleasure or stimulation for a few days made it worse as she felt her crotch tingle, wondering what would happen once they arrived at her place. The scenarios made her heart race and pound, her mind following suit as lewd and very vivid images began to fill her head.
 
Ethan enjoyed this cruel twist of roles, usually it was him arriving first for a first date, wondering if the woman would actually show up or if she would walk in the place see him there and have second thoughts duck out and send him a text (if he was lucky that is) citing some bullshit excuse like a sick relative, or a bad day or just anything so she wouldn't have to sit with him.

Ethan was good looking, he knew he was even though he hated to think about himself in that manner, it was just people didn't instantly shine to him, they never had. Back in grade school he never had many friends, one day a new kid started and he thought at last, this kid is new and I will know everyone else better, well within 2 weeks this kid was more accepted and had more friends than he did.

Something about Ethan prevented him from this basic ability to be social, he was a deep thinker and a serious person, this may had a lot to do with it, he was isolated, he was never conditioned socially and had no clue as to how or why people could connect with each other they way they did.

Still it came with bonuses, he was inspired to start his own company due to not caring to suck up to bosses or play politics, he was an independent man, a man who wanted nothing and that in itself made him dangerous.

As he walked closer he could see her still looking down, and then looking at the message, she was perfect, perfect for his needs and this experiment that they were about to embark upon. He could see that she resisted looking around to find him, this was a good sign, she understood the rules and what was expected of her.

He received a message in return, she was nervous and excited, he felt the same way. He kept walking.

Half a minute later he was standing in front of her, she was looking down and would be able to see his shoes.

"At last we meet Shania" he said to her as he kissed her tenderly on her cheek.

"Shall we go inside and talk and have lunch?" he added.
 

Her heart continued to shift between sinking or beating rapidly. She had almost begun to fear the worst, that he'd left her. Finally, though, she heard her name and her spirits soared up once again. Her head nearly looked up but she halted herself from actually doing so again. Her memory reminded her he hadn't yet said to look at him, so her gaze stayed down and towards the ground along with his shoes. Still, a smile formed on her face despite the lack of ability to see more of her new master. "Ethan ... it's good to see and hear you."

She gave a soft nod of agreement. "Yes, please." She pivoted on her feet, letting her back face Ethan. Finally, she lifted her head up long enough to at least ensure that Shania grabbed the door and avoided hitting her head or looking like an idiot. But she'd keep to the promise and not look directly at Ethan, not even with the glass upon the door. It would have been easy, sure. But she was ready to prove that Shania would listen to other commands besides wearing a slightly sleazy outfit for him. And in order to do that, she'd need to keep complying.

Trusting that he would follow behind, the young Native American walked inside and waited for him to enter at her side. From what she'd understood, he would choose the table. And that alone signaled for her to wait and not go too far inside. Regardless, she did remember that soon, her hands would need to be placed wherever they were guided to and that she would do more - but not all - of the talking. The rules replaying in her head helped Shania maintain a more calm appearance, as did the fact Ethan was finally here.

She wanted to make the best possible first impression and not just based off her looks. That'd be a bonus but included all the same. No though. Her main focus was letting him see she hadn't just typed all of those words out to bullshit him. She wanted him to see, to know, how genuine each and every word had been. And that would be the easiest to spell out by the constant obedience to him and all he requested of her.
 
I can see the by the mix of relief and happiness that you thought I might be the one who wouldn't show up, I start to think outside my own interests and experience, could you also be just as damaged, just as jaded about people and romance as myself. What exactly has led you here anyway. I guess I will find these things out as we talk.

Following her inside Ethan found a nice table off to the corner out of the way of everyone, a place where they could talk freely without worrying too much about people overhearing them and making judgement and the like. He liked the way her arse moved as she walked and liked the way she looked in the dress there was no problem with physical attraction, he wondered how much of him she may have caught a glance of, he knew it would be impossible to avoid seeing him altogether. He was impressed though how she managed to navigate the door way without hitting anything.

Once at the table he pulled a chair out for her and seated her, he was enjoying this, he was a kind man at heart and wanted her to feel comfortable and appreciated, there was no reason for rudeness just because she would be his slave.

He sat down himself and waited for her to present her arms on the table, he would help her if required, but first she had to at least present them.

A waitress came over and handed him a menu, he took both so she wouldn't have to raise her head and thanked the waitress who was already wise to something being odd with these two customers.

"I am so happy you came here" he said to her and smiled.

"Once your arms are on the table, you may look at me a little, I would like to see your smile" he added.
 

The walk felt so much slower than it actually was. Even with Ethan beside her and leading Shania to their table, she felt a few more stares. She must have given the 'abused woman' feel or something of the like because an array of whispers were heard. These, however, were too soft to properly detect which words were used. Her cheeks darkened and Shania desperately tried to ignore them all, focusing on only Ethan alone. Finally, they arrived at a table in the corner; thank gods for corners. They were one of the most useful things that someone had made. It was one of the most perfect ways to talk and not be pestered by the judgmental hypocrites that existed in this world.

Her arms rested on the table and she tried to estimate how much 'a little' translated into. For a bit, her gaze stayed down before raising slightly. She halted right before his face and eyes came into view, literally staring at his chest. But if she had to guess well enough, the differences in their height would allow Ethan to easily see not only the smile on her face but that she was blushing slightly; both from him and the attention she had managed to attract. "Thank you. I am too." She replied, her mind beginning to quickly race as she recalled the rule on doing most of the talking.

"What made you choose me of all people from the site anyways? You could have gone to anyone and yet, you didn't?" There were quite a few inquiries she had. And if she was to do the talking, it seemed fair that questions she had wondered about but never gotten an answer to before could be included. It'd otherwise be difficult to comply with the fourth rule. But she wouldn't bombard him with too many at once. Hell no. She'd had that done to her before and remembered how much it annoyed the hell out of her. So she'd take it one step at a time.
 
Now seated he watched as she placed her arms where he wanted her to, it was another good sign that she was taking it all seriously. The amount of women he had chatted to online about any number of topics only to meet them and find that what they said online compared to real life were two very different things. He found that Shania may just be the only honest person on the interweb.

He also started to think about some of the stares and looks they received as they walked through, he was too busy in his thoughts previously but now thinking about it, they did look odd walking through, her head bowed the way it was, like she was abused or perhaps a prisoner being transported or something of that nature. He decided people could think whatever they wanted to and went back to looking at her as she took a few moments, another good sign, to raise her head and look at him. She had a beautiful smile, genuine and warm.

She then began talking which relieved him as he didn't talk much, he would be happy with anything she wanted to talk about, he wasn't fussy in the least.

"Well, you were the first one I saw, we joined the same day and once we got chatting we bonded instantly and I didn't bother looking for anyone else. Did you get other messages?"

The waitress came back and he ordered for both of them, "Yes, 2 cheese burgers with fries and 2 large pepsi's" he said not worrying about hot drinks, not just yet anyway.

"They do great burgers here" he added as the waitress walked away.
 
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