by Vera Roberts
“Good,” Caprina motioned for him to get up and Scott obliged. She then lowered Her hand as if She was saying ‘heel.’ Scott immediately got on down on his knees and looked up at Her. “Good boy.
“I’m going to teach you everything there is to know about the lifestyle, including things you’re not going to like. You’re going to hate it; you’re going to love it. You’re going to want more of it. You’ll do whatever I’ll tell you to do and that’s that. If you disregard anything I say, I promise you, you’ll never make that mistake again. Clear?”
“Crystal.” Scott answered. It was a choice Scott was going to eventually regret.
“Good.”
Chapter Five
Caprina patiently waited in her makeup chair as several artists worked on her hair and makeup for a photo shoot. She was in Malibu, wearing a very expensive bikini and equally expensive jewelry. The shoot was for a new set of high heel shoes but everyone knew no one would care about the shoes on Caprina’s feet. They would stare at her toned, chocolate body. They would admire the long, jet black hair flowing down her back. They would see how full and succulent her lips were. And then, after staring at her ad for no less than 10 minutes, they might notice the shoes she was wearing.
The last few months were a bit of a whirlwind. Her career as a model kept her busy, traveling all over the world. She did talk shows and granted interviews. She was currently on the cover of two magazines and just inked a very lucrative contract with Elite, the top modeling agency in the world.
On top of everything, there was Scott. When he wasn’t working, she took him everywhere she went. They traveled to Europe, hobnobbed with other models and celebrities at private parties. She took him to Paris for Fashion Week and they spent the week making love chance they could sneak in. She surprised him with a trip to Mexico for a weekend because she wanted lobster at a specific restaurant down there. They flew first class and dined at expensive restaurants. Scott’s wardrobe upgraded with several designer labels. They had only been dating for a month when that happened.
As long as Scott was with Caprina, he was going to be upgraded to the finest things. His wardrobe was just a starting point; the next big challenge was going to be his home. It looked nice on the outside but the inside was stuck in the 1950s. It was a modest three bedroom, two bathroom home but Caprina knew she was not going to live in that. She suggested to Scott to move to New York or purchase another home in Los Angeles but he refused.
Thus, Caprina was stuck with a man she cared for and a home she dreaded. Everything from the floor to the ceiling to the bathrooms needed to be fixed, upgraded, changed and just plain demolished. Caprina even brought home some blueprints for Scott to look over whenever he had a moment. If she had to live in that dump Scott referred to as his home, there were going to be some major changes.
I need to train him harder. Caprina reminisced to their last scene a short while ago. She had Scott clean his home wearing her high heels and panties while she watched TV. He did look pretty nice in stilettos now that she thought about it.
But BDSM was just a small part of their sex life. The sex was incredible and they brought each other to new heights every time.
She spanked and collared him, letting everyone else know he was Her own personal slave. She talked about him often at the monthly tea parties with the other Dommes in the lifestyle. They brought their toys and showed them off but Caprina was hesitant about bringing Scott. He was Her private secret. It made Caprina happy and that’s all that mattered. She trained him to be Her precious little toy.
She didn’t understand why the other Dommes treated their subs they way they did. They talked to them normally like they were equals. They didn’t curse at them and some went as far as showering their subs with gifts and trips. That wasn’t Caprina and that definitely would not be Her Scotty. If he disrespected Her, he was immediately punished. She withheld sex from him. If She was in the mood to just masturbate him, She wouldn’t let him have an orgasm.
She liked this newfound power. She was always the toy for someone else and nothing to show for it besides an expertise in faking orgasms.
But Scott…her Scotty, as she referred to him…he was willing to do anything and everything for her. Caprina liked Scott. She liked his company. She loved the power she had over him. It was addictive and she wanted more. Now what would I do with two subs?
“Knock, knock,” Scott knocked on Caprina’s dressing room door. He was carrying a large bouquet of red roses for her. “I hope it’s okay I came here.”
Caprina smiled as she received the roses and a kiss from her boyfriend. Wait, was he her boyfriend? No, he was her toy. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. “Thank you, Scotty.”
“You’re welcome, Ma’am,” He hated calling her that and particularly loathed it when he addressed Her as such in front of others. It felt like he was speaking to his mother.
Caprina excused her glam squad so she could be alone with Scott. “What brings you here?”
“I would like you to meet my family,” Scott was excited. He had brought home girlfriends before but he was never had intense feelings towards them like he did with Caprina. He was head over heels in love with her. Bringing her to Georgia was a natural next step. “They are anxious to meet you.”
“Oh, are they?” She was curious.
“It would really mean a lot to me if you came. They’ve heard so many great things about you and they want to show you some Southern hospitality.” He beamed.
Caprina had no interest in meeting some back-in-the-woods, country bumpkins of Scott’s family. She had never been in the deep South and had no plans to start. But Scott looked like a child who just received his first puppy. He was genuinely happy and it was something Caprina hadn’t seen in a long while from any paramour. She couldn’t say no to that. “How long are we going to be there?”
“Just a few days,” Scott promised, “I’ll pay for everything. You don’t have to worry about anything!”
“Alright,” Caprina flippantly said, “Scotty?”
“Yes, Ma’am?”
Caprina suddenly remembered a tip she learned from one of the other Dommes at the last tea party. If you want to be happy, keep your sub happy. “I would be delighted to meet your family.”
****
“So, Scott’s finally bringing home Ms. Supermodel, huh?” Christine Reed commented. “It’s about damn time he brought her home.”
“Watch your mouth, Chrissy,” Her mother, Deborah, warned her.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Deborah stood in the far corner of the dining room and admired her place setting. Her finest china and drinking glasses were placed on the table. Her good silver was polished. All of the food was on the table in a nice order from main course to side dishes. It was fit for royalty. Well, seemingly. Caprina was royalty in Deborah’s eyes. It wasn’t everyday a world-class supermodel ate dinner at her home.
Scott boasted and bragged about Caprina from the first conversation. He talked about her horrific childhood, her many modeling accomplishments and a laundry list of celebrity friends she had. “I think she might be the one, Mother,” Scott confidently said, “I think she is it.”
“Well, that’s good to hear, Scott,” Deborah was pleased. If she didn’t know any better, she thought Scott was trying to sell Caprina like a salesman would sell a used car.
Still, Deborah had her reservations about Caprina. Was she really the One for her only son? Supermodels weren’t known to be smart and from Deborah read about Kate Moss recently in the news, some picked up a drug habit or two. And they were always so skinny. Real women had curves. If they had a little fat, they wore girdles. Caprina looked so skinny, Deborah swore she saw her spine in a recent picture. That wasn’t sexy. That was scary.
But Scott was happy. He was beaming and excited about her. Deborah had never seen her son so happy about anything since graduating from that overpriced university in Los Angeles. Now I know why they call it the University of Spoil
ed Children. She promised Scott she would welcome Caprina with open arms and give her a taste of how the true Southern ladies do it. Southern women didn’t need a lot of makeup, fancy clothing, and famous friends to be hospitable. They were naturally the charm and grace of the nation. Every woman wants to be like us, whether they want to admit it or not.
“Chrissy, go out to the kitchen and bring that apple pie and set it on the credenza. Leave the ice cream in the freezer. We’ll put that out once I start serving.” Deborah instructed.
“Yes, ma’am.” Christine nodded.
“And Chrissy?” Deborah walked to her only daughter. “Will you please do something for me tonight?”
“Sure thing, Mom. What is it?”
“Please pretend you like them, okay?” Deborah asked.
“Like them?” Christine was confused. “Like Scott and Caprina? I don’t have a problem with them.”
“No, not Scott and Caprina,” Deborah put her hand on Christine’s arm, “Black women. Pretend you like them tonight, okay?”
****
Decatur was the quiet and cozy cousin of Atlanta: family-oriented, small businesses, and the feeling of ice cream on a hot summer day. Scott was born and raised in the small town along with his older sister, Christine. His parents, Deborah and Andrew, divorced when he was young but there was no animosity between the exes. They co-parented their children and attended all of their functions together as a cohesive unit. Even when Deborah and Andrew dated others, they brought their respective dates along to all family gatherings.
Caprina looked out the window and was impressed by the small town. It wasn’t hillbilly like she imagined it would be. Everyone had their teeth and dressed nice. It was clothing she would never wear but didn’t look down on those who did. Wal-Mart helped out a lot of people apparently.
Scott pointed out certain landmarks to Caprina as he took her on a short tour before they reached his mother’s home. They were going to spend the weekend there and Scott had already thought about all the things they would do. He would introduce her to his cousins and childhood friends, whom he kept close contact with.
And when all was said and done, he was going to pop the question to Caprina. He bought the three-carat diamond a short while ago and it had been burning a hole in his pocket. He had been meaning to propose to her for weeks but he could never find the right time. Then he thought about taking her home to meet his family and that seemed like the best time. He was thrilled and scared at the same time.
“Well, we’re here,” Scott pulled up to his mother’s home. He grabbed Caprina’s hand and kissed it. “Don’t be nervous.”
Caprina shook her head. “I’m not nervous. I just can’t wait to meet your family and learn more about you.” She smiled. She was genuine. “You’re wonderful, you know that?” Scott kissed her cheek. “Let’s go. I’ll grab the bags later.”
Scott led Caprina to the front door and rang the doorbell. Within a few seconds, a languid blonde wearing heels and an apron over her knee-length dress opened the door. “Pumpkin!” Deborah greeted her son with a bear hug.
“Mother,” Scott held his mother tightly. “How are you?”
Deborah planted several kisses on her son’s face. “I’m doing wonderful and great now that you’re here!” She looked over to Caprina. She was even more beautiful in person. Her light brown eyes were intense, almost mesmerizing. Her complexion was almond-colored and smooth like silk. She was tall and all legs. Deborah could see why her son was so smitten. She was an Amazon!
“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Reed,” Caprina held out her hand to Deborah.
“Pleasure is all mine,” Deborah greeted. “Chrissy, come in here! Scott and Caprina are here!”
Christine Reed walked into the foyer and hugged her brother. Because of her stark red hair when she was a baby, her family nicknamed her Firecracker. Even when she grew out of the red hair and settled more into brunette locks, the nickname stuck due to her fiery persona. “Well, I see California has given you a bit of a tan.”
“Cali’s been good to me, yes,” Scott nodded. “Chrissy, this is my girlfriend, Caprina.”
Christine was a respectable size 10. Standing next to Caprina, she felt fatter. “Pleasure to meet you, Caprina,” she grinned.
Caprina immediately felt Christine’s cool demeanor. She wasn’t sure if it was jealousy or pure hatred. With women, it was hard to tell. “Pleasure to meet you as well.”
“Well, let’s not stand around here when I got food on the table! Pumpkin, your father and his wife should be arriving soon. Let’s go eat!” Deborah grabbed Scott’s arm and led him to the dining room table.
Caprina walked past Christine. “You don’t like me, do you?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Christine asked.
“I understand you’re jealous,” Caprina smiled.
Christine walked up to Caprina. “I don’t care how much of my brother’s cum you’ve swallowed to make him think you’re in love with him,” she grinned, “I still think you’re a Black piece of shit.”
Chapter Six
“Girl, who did your nails?” Mistress Rea asked.
“My sub did. Do you like them?” Mistress Monica replied as she admired her manicure
“They look so good! Can he do mine?”
“Of course, he can,” Mistress Monica smiled, “he will do whatever I tell him to do.”
It was tea time and the LA mistresses met up with each other to discuss what was happening with them in and out of the scene. They brought along their subs and slaves and mingled with each other with tea cakes, finger sandwiches, and an assortment of desserts and salads. There were two fully-stocked bars, a small dance floor and DJ spinning the latest tunes. It was a monthly gathering everyone looked forward to. The subs hung out with each other while the Dommes had their personal time together.
“So where’s the CHDW?” Madame Robin asked. It was Caprina’s official nickname behind her back and in front of her face.
“She’s out of town with her slave,” Lady Moira rolled her eyes, “poor selfless bastard.”
“He must really care about her to put up with her bullshit on a regular basis.” Mistress Rea took a sip of tea, “I knew the moment that bitch was inside my shop, she was nothing but bad news. She doesn’t give a damn about the lifestyle, just pain.”
“Some people are like that,” Mistress Monica chimed in, “some are just born sadists.”
“There’s sadism and then there’s her,” Madame Robin corrected, “If you’re a sadist, you need a willing participant who likes being on the receiving end. I don’t think he does.”
“What does she do that’s so bad?” Mistress Monica asked.
“She doesn’t study the lifestyle. She doesn’t know anything about the scene. I have offered to teach her the proper way to tie rope and the proper way to distribute punishment but she refuses to listen,” Mistress Rea replied, “she’s dangerous to the lifestyle.”
“Well, it’s a choice he’s made,” Mistress Monica shrugged, “nothing we can do about it. Say, why doesn’t she ever bring him over here? He would like the tea time with the other subs?”
“She says she didn’t want him to be ‘influenced’ by anyone else,” Mistress Rea raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, so she’s inflicting non-consensual pain and keeping him captive at the same time?” Madame Robin nodded. “Yeah, that’s healthy.”
“I want to meet him,” the head Mistress finally spoke. She had a curious fascination and wanted to meet Scott in person. “Rea, ask her to bring her friend next month. I’m curious to see what the young man is all about.”
****
Over the course of two hours, Caprina had learned a couple of things about Scott’s family. His mother was the epitome of grace and charm. His father was a well-respected police chief who constantly gave back to his community. His step-mother was a retired homemaker.
And then there was Christine. A former social worker who had just became a teacher. She had an
animosity towards Caprina that was silent but obvious. She hardly spoke and when she did, she kept her conversation with Caprina short. The woman hated Caprina. Caprina already assumed it was because she was Black but it didn’t make sense. One of Scott’s best friends was Black but Christine adored him.
Christine had hatred for Caprina and there was no rhyme or reason why. After dinner, Caprina decided to confront Christine head on. She caught her outside on the front porch looking into the yard before her. “So you hate me,” Caprina began, “should I ask why?”
“You don’t love my brother,” Christine saw through the model, “I think that’s self-explanatory.”
“You don’t know a damn thing how I feel.”
