I close the playroom door behind us.

"When you're in here, you are completely mine. To do with as I see fit. Do you understand?"

Anastasia nods.

I am beyond euphoric, beyond ecstatic, beyond elated. I am in the zone. I am the Dominant. Ana is my submissive.

This is my world. This is where I belong. I am in control. I know who I am. There is no confusion. I know how things work in this world.

And now Anastasia has entered my world, on my terms.

I am her Dom. She is my sub. She will be compliant for me, just for me, of her own free will. She trusts me. She is mine to do with as I wish. She will serve me. She exists only to pleasure me.

But I have to remember that she is in training, she is still transitioning into a submissive, so I must go easy on her. I must ensure her pleasure too, be-cause I wish her to continue as my sub for the foreseeable future.

"Take your shoes off," I order.

Clumsily she complies, and puts them down by the door.

"Good. Don't hesitate when I ask you to do something. Now I'm going to peel you out of this dress. Something I've wanted to do for a few days, if I recall. I want you to be comfortable with your body Anastasia. You have a beautiful body and I like to look at it. It is a joy to behold. In fact, I could gaze at you all day, and I want you unembarrassed and unashamed of your nakedness. Do you understand?"

"Yes." This won't do at all. Already she is displeasing me.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you mean that?" I demand. The words must come instantly from her; she shouldn't have to think about it. She has much to learn.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Lift your arms up over your head." I want her naked. Now.

This is what I wanted to do with that dress in the private dining room at The Heathman before she ran out on me. Now I get my wish. I pull her dress slowly up over her thighs, hips, over her body, then over her head. I stand back to examine her. Very nice. I like what I see. But she's biting her lip. I pull her chin to stop that because it does things to me, and I don't need that distraction right now.

I order her to turn around, and I'm pleased that she complies immediately this time. Good.

I undo her bra. I slowly edge the straps down her arms, savoring the feel of her beautiful satin skin. It's all mine, all for me.

I stand behind her and pull her long brown hair to one side to expose her neck. Mmm, that special unique Anastasia scent.

"You smell divine as ever Anastasia," I whisper, as I kiss that soft spot be-neath her ear.

She moans.

"Quiet! Don't make a sound," I command. I haven't given her permission to make any noise. She must learn control, and I will take great pleasure in teaching her how to achieve this.

I braid her hair in the way I want it when she's in here.

Now I can use it to control her, as I demonstrate by tugging the braid to force her back against me. Perfect. A sub must always have long hair.

"Turn around," I order. She does, but her shallow breathing gives away the fact that she is very nervous. Understandable, given this is her first scene.

"When I tell you to come in here, this is how you will dress. Just in your panties. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" For fucks sake, she must always show me the proper respect in how she addresses me.

"Yes, Sir." That's better.

"Good girl. When I tell you to come in here, I expect you to kneel over there. Do it now." I point to a spot by the door. She blinks and hesitates, and I have to remind myself that she is inexperienced and I must be patient. But she does as I bid.

"You can sit back on your heels."

She complies.

"Place your hands and forearms flat on your thighs. Good. Now part your knees. Wider. Wider. Perfect. Look down at the floor."

I walk over to her, then sharply tug her braid, pulling her head back so she has to look up at me.

"Will you remember this position, Anastasia?"

"Yes, Sir." She remembered how to address me this time.

"Good. Stay here, don't move."

Now I leave the room. This is an obedience lesson for her. I can leave her waiting in this position for as long as I choose, and she must remain perfect-ly still in that position, just because this is my will.

I make her wait ten minutes. Ten long excruciating minutes. Her anticipa-tion of what is to come will be playing on her mind all this time, intensifying her reactions. When I re-enter the room, I'm pleased that she remembers to keep her eyes down.

Now I'm wearing just my special ripped blue jeans that I always wear in here. They get me in the right frame of mind, the right mood. I leave the top button undone. I'm bare foot, and bare chested, wearing nothing else that will be a hindrance to fucking, but I do not appear completely naked in front of my sub yet. All I have to do now when I want to fuck her is pop a couple of buttons.

"Good girl Anastasia. You look lovely like that. Well done. Stand up."

She complies, keeping her face down. Good girl.

"You may look at me."

Hesitantly she looks up and notices that I've changed my clothes. Her face is so easy to read, and clearly she likes what she sees as she stares at my body. But I am in control, so she won't be touching me today, and this relaxes me.

"I'm going to chain you now, Anastasia. Give me your right hand." This is where we begin for real. Now we can really start to play.

She gives me her hand. I turn it palm up and then swat the center of her hand with a riding crop. She is taken by surprise, as she hadn't noticed what I had in my hand.

"How does that feel?" I ask.

She doesn't answer, she just blinks in shock.

"Answer me," I command her.

"Okay," she frowns.

"Don't frown." That displeases me. She re-arranges her expression and tries for impassive instead. I let it go. Patience, Grey. This is all new for her. She is your pupil, and you are her Master. For Anastasia you must take things slowly. She is worth it.

"Did that hurt?"

"No." She doesn't sound convinced.

"This is not going to hurt. Do you understand?" She has to learn to trust me.

"Yes." Still she sounds unsure, and her nerves are making her breathing very shallow.

"I mean it."

I have a little surprise for her, to ease her into her first session. I am a kind, gracious Dom, taking care of her needs this way.

I show her the crop I'm using. It's a brown plaited leather one, just like the one she described to me from her erotic dream. Her eyes jerk up to me as she realizes, and I'm glad she likes my surprise. This is going to be so much fun.

"We aim to please, Miss Steele. Come."

I move her below my grid, and reach up to take down some shackles with leather cuffs. I'm starting her off with an easy first restraint; these ones will be soft on her wrists.

"This grid is designed so the shackles move across the grid." She glances up. "We're going to start here, but I want to fuck you standing up. So we'll end up by the wall over there." I point out my wooden cross. Her eyes widen as she takes in everything I'm telling her, and I think she's in a state of shock.

I have imagined this scene in my head so many times, and now it's finally becoming a reality.

"Put your hands above your head."

She immediately does so. Good girl. This pleases me. I fasten the cuffs. I walk slowly round her, surveying my submissive possession. I'm very pleased by what I see. Seeing her here in my playroom shackled, helpless, and completely at my mercy is even better than my fantasies. Excellent. All that luminous pale skin for me to gaze upon. Her magnificent full breasts, pert and soft. Her pretty pink nipples eagerly standing proud for me to play with. I like that. Her perfect delectable ass, mine to color up again if I choose. Her hands safely cuffed out of harm's way. Her whole body mine to do what I want with. All mine.

"You look mighty fine trussed up like this, Miss Steele. And your smart mouth, quiet for now. I like that."

But I want her totally naked. I hook my fingers into her panties, and slowly peel them down her legs. I kneel in front of her to remove them, then scrunch them up in my hand and hold them to my nose to inhale deeply. They smell so fucking good. They carry the carnal smell of a sexy woman who is already damp and moist, because she is aroused and turned on and needy. Needy for me. But not yet. I tuck these panties into my jeans pocket. I have plans for those panties.

Time to progress things. I stand up and point the end of the riding crop at her navel, leisurely circling it to tantalize her. It works instantly, because she quivers and gasps in anticipation. I walk round her again, trailing the crop around the middle of her body. On my second circuit, I suddenly flick the crop and hit underneath her behind, against her sex. I know this will sur-prise her, but I also know it will stimulate all her nerve endings to give a sweet high when the crop bites. But it makes her cry out, and I have already instructed her to be quiet and not make a sound. Disappointing.

"Quiet!"

I walk round her restrained body, again trailing the crop round her body but slightly higher this time. I flick the crop against the same place again, but this time she is anticipating it, and her body convulses. So very responsive, as always. I make my way round again, flicking the crop to hit first one nipple, then the other. I keep these flicks of the crop light but still hard enough to sting. The sweet ecstasy of pain, that's the lesson I'm giving her today, and I'm rewarded by seeing her nipples hardening and elongating. Nice, very nice. She throws her head back and moans as she pulls on the cuffs.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes," she moans. She needs reminding again. This time I hit her hard across her ass with the crop so that it really stings.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Sir," she whimpers and closes her eyes.

I start slowly raining small biting licks of the crop down her belly, heading towards her most sensitive part. It takes skill to know how hard to hit here, so Ana is fortunate that I'm such an experienced Dom.

"Oh... please!" she groans, as I expertly flick the crop to sting against her clitoris.

"Quiet!" I hit her hard on her behind again.

I drag the tip of the crop down through her curls, down to her entrance, and dip it in to explore a little. Yes, she's already soaking, just as I thought.

"See how wet you are for this, Anastasia. Open your eyes and open your mouth." I push the tip of the crop into her mouth. "See how you taste. Suck. Suck hard, baby."

I want all of her senses involved. I watch as she obediently sucks the end of the crop, and I'm satisfied when I see her eyes widen in shock at the com-bined taste of the leather and her arousal. It's very erotic, and I want to join in, so I pull the tip from her mouth and then kiss her very hard and very deep. She tastes incredible, and I wrap my arms around her and crush her to me, safe in the knowledge that she's shackled so she cannot touch me.

"Oh, Anastasia, you taste mighty fine. Shall I make you come?"

She has done well so far, but I'm impatient to get on with fucking her. It has been far too long since I had a sub in my playroom.

"Please," she begs.

I hit her hard across her ass - again.

"Please, what?"

"Please, Sir," she whimpers. She's learning.

"With this?" I hold up the crop so she can see it.

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, please, Sir."

"Close your eyes."

I start with small biting licks of the crop against her belly, moving down with small soft licks against her clitoris, time after time, until finally she comes, loudly and gloriously.

I catch her as she sags, mewling and whimpering against my chest through the waves of her orgasm. I lift her and move her, still tethered, across the grid to end up at my wooden cross. I'm desperate to be inside her. I've want-ed this for so long and now I'm so fucking hard it hurts.

I pop open the remaining buttons on my jeans, sheath up, and then wrap my hands around her thighs to lift her up.

"Lift your legs, baby, wrap them around me," I instruct, and she complies as I support her.

I thrust hard to bury myself in her all the way, right up to the hilt. She cries out because it's really deep this way, and it feels fucking amazing because she's so tight, so hot, so wet, so slick.

Now I'm glad she made fisting a hard limit. I love how she's this tight. I lose myself in her as I drive in deeper and harder, groaning as I bury my face in her neck. My balls are tightening, and I can feel my release building. I feel her tensing and quivering, so I know she's close again. I keep up the relent-less rhythm until she lets go and spasms tightly around me, and that tips me over the edge. I shoot my release into her, as I clench my teeth and grip her tightly to me. It's so fucking good that I see stars before my eyes.

Once I catch my breath, I pull out of her, and set her down against the cross, supporting her as I unbuckle the cuffs, then we sink to the floor together. I pull her into my lap, cradling her as she leans her head against my chest. She's completely shattered.

"Well done baby," I murmur. "Did that hurt?"

"No," she whispers, barely able to keep her eyes open. We're definitely going to have to work on her stamina. I expect my sub to keep going for far longer than this - I can keep going for hours. But we can work at this, and no doubt her weakness is also due to the after effects of the adrenaline that has been coursing through her body.

"Did you expect it to?" I ask gently, as push some tendrils of hair from her face. My beautiful girl did so well, I'm so proud of her.

"Yes," she admits.

"You see, most of your fear is in your head, Anastasia." This is what I have been trying to explain to her, and maybe now she believes me, and will trust me to push her limits for her. "Would you do it again?"

"Yes," she agrees softly.

I'm thrilled to hear this; things have gone so well. I hold her to me and kiss the top of her head.

"Good. So would I," I murmur. But I'm still going to push her limits further. I haven't finished with you yet."

We're still sat on the floor together, and I've got my arms wrapped round her while she rests to recover. Without thinking, she starts nuzzling against my bare chest, and I immediately tense at her touch. She glances up at me.

"Don't," I warn her, the spell broken. "Kneel by the door."

I sit up and release her. She stumbles to stand, and then scoots over to the door to kneel as I've instructed her. I can see that she is very tired and shaky, but I have one more service that I require her to complete. As she kneels, I fetch what I need. When I go over to her, I can see that her eyes are drooping.

This is why I insist on a set number of hours sleep, regular exercise and an adequate diet for my subs. Perhaps now she will be more reasonable about this.

"Boring you, am I, Miss Steel?"

She jumps awake as I stand in front of her with my arms crossed.

"Stand up."

She climbs up shakily.

"You're shattered, aren't you?"

She nods, flushing.

"Stamina, Miss Steele. I haven't had my fill of you yet. Hold out your hands in front as if you're praying."

She blinks up at me. I take the cable tie and fasten it tightly around her wrists. Now she looks at me in astonishment.

"Look familiar?" I tease, pleased with her reaction to my little joke. These are the long cable ties I bought from her at Clayton's. Now she understands that all along I planned to use them in a scene with her. I've still got the natural filament rope and the wide masking tape to play with another time too. Bound and gagged - fucking perfect.

"I have scissors here, I can cut you out of them in a moment." I reassure her by showing her the scissors. She tests the cable tie by trying to pull her wrists apart, and soon discovers that it is very cutting and spiteful unless she keeps her wrists still. A perfect restraining device.

"Come." I lead her over to my four poster bed.

"I want more - much, much more," I whisper in her ear. "But I'll make this quick. You're tired. Hold on to the post," I order her. I always like to end a scene by taking my sub from behind with a good hard fuck. My sub will happily accede to my wishes, because however tired or sore she may be, she knows that pleasing me will give her great pleasure.

Ana grasps the ornately carved wooden post of the bed.

"Lower," I order her. "Good. Don't let go. If you do, I'll spank you. Under-stand?" All she has to do is hold on.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good."

I grasp her hips and lift her backwards so that she is bending forwards, still holding on to the post.

"Don't let go, Anastasia." I warn her. "I'm going to fuck you hard from behind. Hold the post to support your weight. Understand?

"Yes."

I smack her hard again. However tired she is, she has to show me respect.

"Yes, Sir."

"Part your legs." I push them further apart with my leg. "That's better. After this I'll let you sleep."

"You have such beautiful skin, Anastasia," I murmur as I stroke and kiss all along her spine, at the same time as I cup her breasts. I trap her nipples between my fingers to gently tug them. Now she's awake and responsive again, moaning as she feels the sensation right in her core.

I gently bite and suck the skin at her waist, and she tastes so fucking sweet. I tug her nipples again, and I see her hands tighten on the post she's holding. As I take off my jeans and sheath up ready to take her, I stand back to admire her now that she's totally exposed to me.

I can see that her beautiful wet folds are begging for my attention. I also in-tend to claim her virginal ass eventually, that too will be all mine, although I think she will need considerable coaxing and persuading first before she will agree to that. But I'll enjoy that challenge, along with the many other treats I have in store for Ana.

So many things I can train her to do and accept. Whole cabinets of delightful toys to try out on her. Floggers. Paddles. Then progressing on to the more hard-core shit, the whips, and of course my favorite the cane, if I can persuade her to let me use it on her.

"You have such a captivating, sexy ass, Anastasia Steele. What I'd like to do to it," I whisper as I run my hands over each of her peachy soft cheeks. I slip two fingers inside her to check her state of readiness. She's soaking. Perfect. Ready for me to ride her really hard.

"So wet. You never disappoint, Miss Steele. Hold tight... this is going to be quick, baby."

I take her hips to position myself as she grips tightly onto the bed post. I grab her hair braid and wind it round my wrist to hold her head tightly in place. With my other hand, I hold her hip, so she's in the perfect position to serve me. I tug her hair sharply to bring her back towards to me, then I slowly ease into her, all the way, right in until she's completely full of my cock. Such a perfect fit. I'm engulfed once more in her silky tightness. I hold her body tightly in this position to use her for my pleasure. She cannot move, she can only take what I give her. I slowly ease out. Then I slam right back into her as hard as I can. She jolts forward, and I shout at her through clenched teeth.

"Hold on, Anastasia." I've told her I'll spank her if she lets go, and I will. She has to learn. She must get used to it because this is how I love to fuck. Hard. Very hard.

She grips the post more firmly, so now I pound into her relentlessly. She can take it, it'll be quick. In time with the rhythm of each deep thrust, I jerk her hair back and pull her hips to me. Fucking fantastic. I can feel my release building now, so I increase the pace, and I can feel her muscles trembling and tightening around me again too.

"Come on, Ana, give it to me," I groan, and that does it. As she constricts around me, we both go over the edge, fly together and then fall into a million pieces. I hiss loudly as I suck air in through my clenched teeth, while she screams and whimpers and then collapses. I hold her tightly until we recover and our breathing returns to normal, then I slowly ease her down on top of me, as we end up on the floor together. That was fucking mind blowing, but now she is totally and utterly spent. And I've only had two fucks.

She gradually comes back to life as we lie on the floor. I gently nuzzle her ear, as I cut the plastic tie to release her.

"I declare this Ana open," I joke.

Anastasia giggles, and that sound brings me back to the reality of what a sweet young girl she is.

It feels as if I have an unslakeable thirst within me at times, this need to fuck so hard. It doesn't help that it's been a while since I've had a sub in my play-room. At least for now the beast in me has been quelled, and I feel bad that I don't make Ana laugh and smile and giggle more often. As her Dom, I am responsible for her welfare.

"That is such a lovely sound," I sigh as I sit up and pull her into my lap. I'm coming back down from my high now, back to the real world. "That's my fault."

I gently massage her shoulders and arms to ease any discomfort, and Ana glances back at me, puzzled.

"That you don't giggle more often," I elaborate.

"I'm not a great giggler," she mumbles at me sleepily.

"Oh but when it happens, Miss Steele, 'tis a wonder and joy to behold."

"Very flowery, Mr. Grey," she mutters back at me, barely able to keep her eyes open. She looks so sweet, and I can't help smiling at her.

"I'd say you're thoroughly fucked and in need of sleep."

"That wasn't flowery at all," she grumbles.

She really needs to rest now, so I gently move her off my lap to stand up. I put my jeans back on, commando as I was previously.

"Don't want to frighten Taylor, or Mrs Jones for that matter," I mutter, as I recall that they're both still in the apartment this weekend.

I help Anastasia to her feet, and slip her into the grey waffle robe I brought in earlier. She's so tired that I dress her like a small child. My Ana. I lean down and gently kiss her. She has done really well today, and I'm so proud of my baby.

"Bed," I tell her as I give her a little smile. A look of shock crosses her face, as she thinks I want to fuck her again. "For sleep." Hell yes I do baby, but even I'm not that much of a heartless bastard.

She's exhausted, so I scoop her up and carry her. She rests against my chest as I take her along the corridor to her room, where I lay her down on the bed. I stay with her, because after her very first experience in my playroom, I must ensure that she is alright. It's my responsibility to look after her and make sure she is okay, especially after what happened the other night, when I didn't stay after I'd given her a harsh punishment spanking. I can't risk her hiding the fact that she's upset like that again. So as her Dominant, I can justify why I'm lying down next to her. But deep down, I know it's also be-cause I just really like being in bed next to her.

"Sleep now, gorgeous girl," I whisper, as I kiss her hair and inhale her scent. She's already asleep. She is definitely going to have to work on improving her stamina.

Today I've only had two fucks. Usually I would have at least three during a session in my playroom, sometimes four. I've always had a very high sex drive, which is why it was torture for me when I was a hormonal teenager. It's frustratingly difficult when you hate being touched and can't fuck in the normal way.

Thank Christ Elena took me on, otherwise I really think I could have ended up as a violent criminal who had to be locked away from the rest of society. That's why I can't risk deviating from the lifestyle that I know works for me. How else could I legally channel my excesses? There's only so much that large amounts of physical exercise can help with, and I already run and work out every day, with extra kick boxing sessions with Claude if I'm feeling particularly stressed or frustrated. At least now every depraved and kinky thing I do is always with a fully consensual and willing partner. Is that really what Anastasia is, Grey?

I watch Anastasia breathing as she sleeps, her angelic face at peace, her pretty soft lips slightly parted. I gently run my finger down her cheek, marveling again at her perfect pale skin. Mine. I brush some loose strands of her soft hair from her face. Mine. We will work out how to do this. We have to find a way because I know I can't let her go.

Today is a day of many contradictory firsts. Her first time as my sub. Her first scene in my playroom. The first picture of us together in a newspaper. The first time I'm taking a girl to my parents' home for dinner.

How does this all work? Ana as my sub, or Ana as my girlfriend? Is it possible to transition between the two? Ana the submissive girlfriend?

I know I go into a different mindset to become a Dominant. Once I enter my playroom, I zone out everything else - or least I always have done with my previous subs. They were all nice enough girls who were contracted to service my sexual needs. But I never felt the need to give any of them more than this, even when they indicated that was what they wanted. That was always the time to terminate their contract.

But it's different with Anastasia. I'll talk it through some more with Flynn next week, get his take on things, because I don't have all the answers. For now we'll just get through each day and see what happens. And to get through this day, we have dinner at my parents to attend. I'll leave Sleeping Beauty for as long as I can, before I have to wake her to get ready.

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