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Christine Vanderbilt owns a successful auto parts manufacturing company. The fact she was able to basically steal it from her ex-husband of twenty years in the divorce only increased her reputation in the business world. She paid him something, but it wasn’t half the money he deserved. He finally just walked away, giving her the company for half of what he could have fought for it, plus the house and a few other items. This caused the divorce to make news, both in the business world and social world they traveled in.
Christine had helped him build the business from the beginning, and she was the steel behind the early decisions needed to survive the cut-throat business world. She was ruthless and very smart. After the divorce, some in the auto parts industry wondered if she would have the chops to survive. It only took a couple of years for her to put that to bed. She thrived in the dog-eat-dog world and seemed to enjoy her one-on-one contests with the other, mostly all men-ran companies. She won more than her share of battles, and finally most companies just left her alone.
By the time she was almost fifty, her place in the industry was secure. Her personal life was a very different story. At the mansion he had given her, she retained the staff. Clarence Houston was the head of the staff. He was the butler, chauffeur, and bodyguard for her. He was a former military man that had been hired by her ex-husband. Clarence decided to stay with Vanderbilt after the divorce because of the staff. The staff had a two-person kitchen, a gardener/pool man, and two maids that kept the mostly empty house clean.
Clarence liked the staff and tried to stay between them and the “madam” of the house. She seldom talked to them and mostly talked to Clarence. If she wanted anything she’d tell him, and he would inform the staff. He liked it that way. She was too unpredictable and could just as easily fire one for dropping something as say good morning. She didn’t know any one of their names and never made any attempt to do so. They were only the hired help, after all. She didn’t know most had been there for ten years, and she didn’t care. This is why Clarance stayed on. He could deal with her temper and rude behavior. He had survived drill sergeants, lousy commanders, and two tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. She didn’t have anything she could throw at him that he couldn’t handle.
Clarence was a little worried about her approaching fiftieth birthday. She had taken to hiring escorts to “entertain” in her bedroom in the past year. That was none of his business, but he made sure the man could come and go privately. Vanderbilt couldn’t have anything like that come out in public. She depended on Clarence to keep her private life private.
However, in the last several months, the frequency of her entertaining had increased, and she seemed to be on edge even more than normal. It finally came to a head one evening after Clarence had sent the escort home. He went to her room to tell her he was gone, and everything was fine. He wanted to go to bed.
It must not have gone well that evening because she was very agitated. He had seen this side of her before. When she wanted to fight, she was going to fight. As he went to leave, she called him back.
“Come back here. I haven’t dismissed you yet.”
He knew this was going to be a problem. He turned and went back to her. “Yes, Madam, what can I do for you?”
“You can show me some respect, okay.”
He could tell she had been drinking. She doesn’t really drink too much but has started more often lately. He decided to cut this short. “As you wish, Madam.”
She got into his face. “Don’t you Madam, me, boy. You will show me respect.”
What she did next changed their relationship forever. She slapped him. At first, he was surprised, then angry. Before realizing what he had done, he slapped her back.
The shock on her face was complete, and it froze her. Clarence figured, well, that was that. He’d get fired now, but no one slaps him, no one.
She slapped him, harder, and he slapped her back, harder.
They stood toe to toe, staring at each other for a couple of minutes. He was beginning to wonder why she didn’t just explode all over him and fire him, but she just stood there with that shocked look frozen on her face.
He wasn’t prepared for what happened next. She jumped at him and kissed him hard on the lips. She wrapped her arms around him and hung on. He was even more surprised when he kissed her back. To this day, he still doesn’t know why he did that in that moment.
She was standing beside her bed in her robe, and he picked her up and threw her onto the bed. He turned to leave, but she called out to him. “Clarence, please don’t leave. Please.”
He turned and looked at her. He saw a defeated, old woman on her knees on her bed. “Madam, what can I do for you?”
She hung her head. “Please Clarence, stay with me tonight.” She took her robe off and knelt in front of him, naked to him. He saw a rich woman whose money had only ataşehir escort delayed ages ravages. Her once perky breasts now sagged slightly, and her once flat stomach now had a small pouch. He had never really looked at her face; the Botox was holding, but he could see the wrinkles were beginning around the side of her face. The anger inside him faded away to pity. She was alone, paying for sex, and facing the one battle no one ever wins. Age eventually makes cowards of them all.
That being said, he had no intention of sleeping with his boss. That never ends well, and he likes this job.
He picked up her robe and put it on her shoulders. “Madam, I’m sorry you’ve had a bad night, but I don’t think this would solve anything, do you?”
She held her robe tightly around her as she spoke next. “May I tell you a story, Clarence?” He nodded and sat down on one of her chairs. “When I was a little girl, my family had a ranch. We had cattle and horses in the mid-west. Every couple of years, my father would buy a permit to capture a few of the wild horses that lived on the plains near us. The government wanted their population controlled, and every couple of years, they would allow the local ranchers to capture a certain number of them.”
“My father would always capture a couple of the wild mares. He always said the wild mares were a sturdier stock. Once they were back at the ranch, he would personally break them. He would sometimes break his arm or leg trying, but he always broke them. He claimed they were better mares than the ones that had been raised on the ranch. Once he had broken them, they would answer only to him. Most of his farmhands understood, these horses were still wild to everyone but him, and they stayed away.”
Clarence was trying to see where this was going, but he’d never have guessed in a million years.
“Clarence, as I have reviewed my life, I now realize I’m that wild mare. I’ve never bent my will to any man and look where it has gotten me. I now believe for me to be happy for the remainder of my life, I need to be broken by a man. You, Clarence, you. I need you to break my will to your will. Only in this room, understand? I need to be able to continue my business, but, in my personal life, I need to be broken. I don’t want to die like this, Clarence. I need to experience the freedom of not having to make every decision, especially in the bedroom. I need a man who will come into this room, take charge, and do as they wish to me.”
It was a good thing he was sitting down, because he almost fainted. She was even more nuts than he had thought. He was supposed to come into this room, fuck her whenever he wants, and then go back to being the manservant the rest of the time. How the hell does she think he could do that?
“May I speak freely, Madam?” She nodded. “Have you lost your God damn mind?” He was angry and decided to let her know, no matter what. “You think you can order me to sleep with you? You may have been the bitch in the room all your life, but I’ve never bowed my knee to anyone, not to Marine commanders, not to enemies in battle, and certainly not to you. I don’t like you much now, and you would not like what I would do to you in this room if I agreed to such a ridiculous idea.”
She bent down on the bed and bowed to him. “That is exactly what I need. I need to enjoy freedom from the need to make every decision. I need to allow someone to control me in my most personal and vulnerable state. The only person I can trust with that request is you. I know you won’t enjoy it, because you’re not that kind of man. You are not cruel, and would not beat me, or actually harm me in any way. I wish to give you permission to use this body as you wish until I am in the position of allowing whatever you want to do. I will sign a paper stating the exact terms of this arrangement. If you ever were to show it to anyone, I would be ruined. But that control is part of this. It is your choice, Clarence, but I beg you to consider this for my mental health. Whatever you decide will not affect your job here. I couldn’t survive in this house without you, and I’m very aware of that. Please consider my very unusual request, and think about it, please?”
Clarence looked at this woman as she prostrated herself before him. This is NUTS. It will end badly, it had to. How could he get out of this? “I will at least think about it, Madam.”
She sat up and smiled. “That is all I can ask of you. Thank you, Clarence, and thank you for your service, both here and in the military. I don’t think I’ve ever said that before, but I mean it now.”
As Clarence got up to leave, they could agree on one thing. She was right about never giving thought to anyone else before. If he could get the benefit of her new attitude without sex, he’d be a happy camper. He knew that wasn’t possible and went to his room. He didn’t sleep much that night.
Outwardly, nothing changed. He drove her to work, and anywhere else she needed to be. He stayed with her when she might need protection; otherwise, he was at the house, taking care of the details of a large house. She was polite to him in public and made no unusual motions or words toward him.
For three days, Christine was in a panic inside herself. She was afraid he wouldn’t do such a crazy thing for her, or any other woman if her opinion of him was correct. She had no idea why he wasn’t married by now. Before this, she’d never even wondered about his, or any of her other employee’s marital status. Whatever happens here, she was determined to change that about herself. She wanted to get to know the people she depended on in her own home. She was beginning to realize how much of a bitch she really had been. She could only hope Clarence would help her find her inner peace and happiness. Money hadn’t done, power hadn’t done it, marriage to the wrong man hadn’t done it. This may be her last hope.
Clarence was torn and hadn’t slept much in the last two nights. On one hand, she’s nuts, and he wasn’t taking the chance. On the other hand, he could see small changes in her attitude and behavior. She had even thanked one of the maids for handing her an umbrella that morning. She even asked the maid her name first. Clarence had to control himself to not smile in front of them. Maybe she was trying to change, maybe…
The maid she had talked to was Beth. Beth is thirty and has worked there for six years. For the last five, until a year ago, she had been in an abusive marriage. Clarence just knew she was missing work a bit. It was Maria, the other maid, who told him her husband had hit her enough that she didn’t want to come to work with bruises.
It was not until the day of the signing of the divorce papers that Beth learned from her soon to be ex-husband that Clarence had instructed him in the pain of a beating and told him if he didn’t sign the divorce papers and leave Beth alone, he would disappear into the desert.
Beth never thanked him, or even mentioned it to him, and Clarence never said a word, but she would be eternally grateful to him.
Christine was determined not to mention her request again until Clarence had made up his mind. It was hard. She wasn’t used to waiting for anything, and this was something she was afraid of, anyway. She didn’t want to humble herself in front of him, but she knew these escorts could not be her lot in life forever. If she were to have any hope of trusting and keeping an honest man, she would have to learn how to not be a “bitch”. And she knew herself well enough to understand it would take a strong man to break her will and have her submit.
Clarence liked how Christine was trying to change. Her talking to Beth was a positive sign. The next positive sign was when she went into the kitchen herself to ask for a sandwich. She had always sent Clarence to get it for her. She had a little trouble with the language. Both cooks were Mexicans with a basic understanding of English. They were eventually able to understand she wanted a sandwich, and what kind.
He made up his mind. That evening, he knocked on her door. She was so nervous as she let him in, she could hardly control herself. This was a new feeling for her. She hadn’t been nervous for years.
Clarence sat down on a chair. He looked at Christine for a few minutes. He still wasn’t sure this was a good idea. In fact, he was pretty sure it was a terrible idea. But he had to give her a chance to change, and he knew it would take pain for her to reset her thinking.
“I will need that letter.” She ran to her dresser and retrieved it. She handed it to him, and he read through it. Satisfied, he folded it up and put it in his pocket. “You do understand if we do this, it is going to be very painful for you. Not physically, but mentally. I will make decisions for you and make you do things you would never do. Your modesty will be tested, your determination to survive will be tested. You may quit at any time, just say the word and we will stop. I do believe, however, that you are a good person at the core. It’s just that everything else has corrupted you and we need to burn the chaff out of you. If you allow me to break this “mare” I believe you will have many years of happiness with the right man.” He stood up. “Do you wish to do this?”
She nodded. “Do you wish to do whatever I tell you to do, no matter what it is. No back talk. In fact, no talk of any kind unless I let you speak. Do you understand the rules?”
She nodded. She couldn’t help herself. She was beginning to get aroused. She hadn’t been sexually aroused in a very long time, and she liked the tingle it caused.
“Stand up.” She stood up in front of him. “We will begin now. Remove your clothes. You will not wear any clothes in this room. You are my mare now.” She happily removed her clothes and stood naked before him. “Your new name is Mare.” He turned to leave. “Stay.” And he walked out of the room.
Chrisine stood straight and still, waiting for him to return. He didn’t return for several minutes. She was beginning to sweat, trying not to move.
When he finally returned, he was carrying a box. He put the box on the couch and turned to face her. After a minute or so, he smiled and turned to the box. He removed a collar and a ball gag. He stepped up to her and snapped the collar around her neck. It had the name “Mare” inscribed on it. He put the ball gag in her mouth and fastened it behind her head. He then bound her arms behind her back and pushed her down on her knees. He went behind her, bound her ankles together, and tied the ankle binders to the arm binders. She now couldn’t get up, or do anything but fall over. Lastly, he put a blindfold over her eyes.
He sat down on the couch to inspect his work. A good start.
Christine was surprised that he would start with bondage, but she was determined to survive. When he put the blindfold on her, she relaxed a little. If she couldn’t see what he was doing, she wouldn’t have time to dread it.
He reached through her arms and picked her up. He dropped her in front of the couch. Clarence sat down in front of her and unzipped his pants. When he removed the ball gag, Christine knew what was going to happen next. He grabbed her behind her head and impaled her mouth on his dick. He wasn’t slow or kind but thrust it up to his balls. He was well-endowed, and she choked on him. He didn’t stop, just bobbed her head up and down to allow her to breathe and work on his member with her mouth and tongue.
The only thing Christine could think of then was how to survive. She gagged every time he shoved it deep into her throat and had to try to breathe with each withdrawal. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a dick in her mouth, but it had been years. Now he was fucking her mouth like she was an old pro. She wasn’t prepared for him to discharge into her mouth and gagged again when he filled her mouth with his issue. He held her head in place until she had swallowed every drop. Finally, he just lay there, with his wet dick laying on her tongue. She stayed still, and he pulled out of her mouth and put the ball gag back. He then pushed her over on her side and got up.
He left her there while he went to the kitchen. Christine lay there, thankful he was gone, but worrying about what could be next. She didn’t try to move. She wanted to be right where he had left her when he returned.
He was gone thirty minutes. She had fallen asleep by the time he returned. “Wake up, Mare. Your night isn’t over yet.”
He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back up on her knees. Clarence then reached into his box, and brought out two bells on clamps. He took ahold of one of her breasts and clamped the bell on her nipple. She screamed in her gag, and he slapped her face, lightly. “Shut up, bitch. This is what you need now.” She managed to stay quiet when he clamped the other on her other breast. When he finished, he shook her by her shoulders to hear the two bells jingle.
He released her ankles from the binder and helped her get up. When she was standing on her feet, he attached a leash to her collar. “Follow.” He started walking around the room, leading her by her leash. She was unsteady at first but grew more comfortable trusting to follow where he led.
After twenty minutes of this, he told her to stop. She did so and stood in the middle of the room. He dropped the leash down in front of her and sat back down. She stood where she had stopped.
“You will learn to follow my voice, and do as you are told, whether you can see or not. Walk.” Christine hesitated and he tapped her ass with a small whip. She cried out in pain and began to walk. After two steps he told her to stop. She stopped. She was almost on the couch. “Turn around.” She turned around to face the middle of the room. “Walk.” She began walking slowly toward the other side of the room. When she was almost at her dresser, he called out. “Stop.” She stopped. “Right hand turn.” She turned ninety degrees to her right. “Walk.” She walked toward the bathroom. Just before she hit the bathroom door, he ordered her to stop. She did so. “Very good, Mare. In no time, you will be able to walk outside with the blinders on.”
The sound of that made her blood run cold. What did he mean, outside? You mean, where the gardener, or the kitchen staff, or the maids, or anyone could see her naked, parading around like some show pony? It almost broke her, but she hadn’t gotten as far as she had in business by letting the first problem stop her. She’d cross that bridge when she had to.
He removed her blindfold and the arm binders. She stood where she was, naked but free. The two bells rung every time she moved. She didn’t look directly at them, but they were hard to miss. At least one inch in diameter. They hung down on her sagging breasts like they were the cause of her sagging breasts. They looked like they belonged there. As she tried not to look at the bells, she made a promise to herself to get breast work done when this was all over. She cared now what Clarence thought of her beasts, and she wasn’t happy with them. Twenty years ago, they were perfect. Now, time had sucked most of the life out of them. Not really, they had only drooped an inch or so, but she was remembering what they looked like in her youth.
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