Free Dalton (Mistress & Master of Restraint) by Erica Chilson Page A

it. I feel dead inside.” I plead my case.
“So be it, ” he whispers.
The snap of the cane on my back draws enough pain that I enter my mind. I float from the present and enter the past. It wasn’t until after their deaths that I needed punishment. I received punishment on a weekly basis drawi ng my sins from my soul. I self- punished until Devlin arrived at Restraint. I withheld food and caned myself across the thighs- sometimes daily.
I smile as the sting radiates around my back. A vicious hit against my thigh is brutally satisfying.
“Olivia, I give you a choice: come to my bed one more time and give me another child or add more time to my visitation with Dalton.” Tony’s voice is sweet and thick like honey. His face is glazed with lust and a small amount of love as he gazes at my mother. She’ s resting on the loveseat- posing, amping his desires. They speak of m e as if I’m not in the room. I’m an inanimate object. They’ re discussing parental visitation of an ad ult. I’ m still a possession for the both of them even though I just turned nineteen. Both hold my currency and use it to their advantage.
“You already have half the month. What is in it for me,” she negotiates.
“I could kill everyone in your establishment and raze it to the ground. I could take sweet Itsy Bitsy and use her to birth my children when she comes of age. Or I could whore her out like you do our son. Children catch a fair price. Or I could kill you and take complete ownership o f Dalton. Your choice: him or me ?” His eyes narrow in a combination of lust and hatr ed .
His hand reaches down and strokes my hair. It’s the same gesture he uses before his fingers tighten and he restrains me with his fist. I try not to flinch- flinching is for pansies. It’s a punishable offense.
“Fine, one extra day per month or an added fifteen minutes per visit- your choice.” It takes everything in me not to lunge at the woman and kill her for betraying me. Tony laughs when he feels my body stiffen.
“I think I will take my fifteen minutes now. Olivia, I insist that you stay while we visit.” He gets up fro m his seat at the desk and opens the door a crack.
“We’re ready to play,” he says to someone on the other side. He sits back at his desk and pulls a kitchen timer from a drawer. He spins the dial until the fifteen minute line. I know this well. I start to hyperventilate knowing what’ s coming next. Only this time I’ m the person who is being punished. My body beads with sweat, and the nausea, that I feel more often than not, makes its presence known. The tick of the timer is a sound I hear in my nightmares. Now it is the nightmare.
    Bruno, Pierre, and Jon glide into the room with smirks on their faces. Pierre sits next to his daughter and smiles grandly. Bruno and Jon wait for instructions. Bruno’s eyes find me as he hears the timer. He winces. I’m not sure he has the stomach for what’s to come. He may like punishing the cheaters and thieves, but he lost his taste for punishing my flesh years ago.
“May I offer my services? I would enjoy this immensely.” Jon’s face is alight with pleasure as he envisions my punishment beneath him.
“You may, no p ermanent damage. Don’t be rough. This is his first time.”
    My mind tries to come up with an escape as Jon leers at me. I barely we igh a hundred pounds. There’s no way I’ m getting out of here before I receive my punishment. I glare at my mother as she sits impassively on the sofa next to her sadistic father- like father, like daughter. The betrayal is so deep I feel it in my soul. I come to terms with my fate and swallow my pride. Tony said no pain or damage. So what if the last of my virginity is torn from me by force. It’s not like I haven’t already endured rape by mouth and by cunt. Both were in a quest to prove that I wasn’t gay. That I just needed to learn to enjoy the touch of a woman. This last piece I was saving for when I found a real