She stood pouting in our bedroom, arms crossed, eyes down. I could imagine she didn't know whether to bolt and run, or stick it out to the end.

"Jessica, I know this is hard to understand. It's probably not what you bargained for," I said. Like throwing bread on the water, I knew this would bring me the information I wanted.

"Not what I bargained for?" she cried. "You're fucking right, it's not. The occaisional forced fling, sure. A weekend, ok. But two months?? Chris, it's too much. I wouldn't know what to do. How would I act with you afterwards? What would I be?"

I stood, and crossed to her. I tipped her face up to me. Her lips were actually trembling. Lovely. Very, very gently, I touched her cheek.

"You will be exactly what I want you to be, Jessica." I kissed her cheek, and tasted her salty tears. "It will be hard. The hardest thing you've ever done, believe me. But I wish it. Kyle will be safe and happy with me. And the decision is made. For both of us."

"Chris, you know I want to be yours. I want your control over me. But this.... I don't think I can do it," she whispered. She sank to her knees, and hugged my thighs. "Please, please don't make me do this. Please...."

I took a slow, deep breath. "I suspected you'd have this reaction. That's why I didn't tell you until now. There have been many preparations made for this day, Jessica. I will not let your timidness stop your training."

Even scared to death, she was quick. She sat up. "This day?" she squeeked. Then she bolted.

I was ready. As she stood, and shot for the door, I grabbed the back of her belt. She whipped around in fear now. So predictable. She tried to slap me, and I grabbed her wrist. A quick, careful twist, and she was bent over, swearing loudly. I pushed her down onto the bed, and leaned my knee into her lower back.

"Honey, we can do this much more civilized," I said.

"Fuck you!" she hollered, face pressed into the covers.

"OK. You called the play."

I pulled the handcuffs from my back pocket, and latched them over her wrist. I pulled her other arm back, and finished the job. I wrapped my hand in her hair, and pulled her up. The swearing went on, unabated.

"You really must watch that mouth of yours. It will get you in trouble, cutie."

She made a decent attempt to knee my balls. I pushed her away, and she fell on her behind. Then tried to reach the door again.

"Play time's over, babe," I said, grabbing her arm, and turned her to face me. I slapped her then, just hard enough to guarantee her attention. Then again. Her reflexive fear gave way to disorientation. I watched her pupils widen and her mouth hang open, searching for questions she wouldn't like the answers to.

"Yes. Now we begin for real," I said, throwing her to the bed again. She didn't fight this time. I assembled the restraints I'd ordered just for this moment. A leather bicep pinion went around her upper arms. I drew the straps together hard, harder than I needed to. Her shoulders pulled back beautifully as she grunted from the strain. I took a long rubber strap out, and began wrapping it around her elbows, forcing them together, then continued down her arms until they were encased to her wrists. After removing the handcuffs, she was ready for the bondage mitten. The small leather bag slid over her frantic hands, surrounding them. I drew it up past her wrists, then tightened the strap, and buckled it in place. She could grab nothing now.

I flipped her over, and wound a broad strap around her knees. Then another around her ankles. Then another around her thighs. And her calves. She was recovering from shock now, and started babbling. Something about love and trust and pity. The ball gag shut her up.

She was nearly ready now. I went into our closet, and brought out my special treat for her: a full size leather body bag. I loosened the drawstrings at the neck, and opened it wide for her. Beginning at her feet, I slowly pulled it up her lovely legs. After bunching it up around her knees, I stood her up, and continued the journey up her body. I carefully folded her useless arms into the bag, and pulled it up to her neck. With the strings tightened, I buckled the sewn in collar firmly around her neck. A small padlock finished the arrangement.

"You see this key? There is only one other like it. Your new owner holds it. To open her present," I said.

She wailed into the gag delightfully. I chuckled, and strapped the padded blindfold around her face. As an afterthought, I found a bright red ribbon and tied it around her neck. The picture of beauty, my Jessica. My delight.

I carefully laid her down on the floor, and dialed a number on the phone. "Yes, the package is ready for pickup. No, she'll give you no trouble at all. Yes, thanks. Bye."

Jessica was moaning and attempting heated pleading.

"Dear, you know that novel I've been working on?" I asked.

"Mmmm Hmmph"

"Well, that was crap. There never was any novel. What I've been working on for three weeks is your new training regimen. It's been carefully thought out, meticulously detailed. And delivered to your new owner. She's quite excited by it. I'm sure you'll have fun, sweety."

I poured some steaming Earl Grey, and spent the next 30 minutes watching Jessica struggle and squirm on the floor before me. How I wanted to rip those restraints off her, and fuck her soundly one last time before her departure. But that wouldn't have been according to plan. Plus self discipline has its own delightful flavor.

In time, they arrived. Two severe gentlemen in suits. I welcomed them inside. With barely a glance towards the erotic bundle on the floor, they sat and joined me for a second cup of tea. We discussed the traffic over here, the weather, several movies we had recently seen. All in all, a very pleasant time. Another half hour later, and the subject turned to Jessica.

Frank spoke first. "We've read over your report. And your plans for her. Pretty severe. You think she can take it?"

"She's a fighter," I told them both. "She can take it just fine."

"And you say she has no medical conditions the Academy needs to know about?" asked Paul. "Nothing at all?"

"Not a thing. She's healthy and happy. Well, she was happier this morning, but...."

We all chuckled at this, watching her.

Frank stood, and we shook hands. "It's been a pleasure, Mr. Towers. The van is waiting. Don't worry about a thing. The Academy takes impeccable care of its subjects."

"Yes, I know. I checked you out very carefully before I would deliver Jessica into your care. I'm sure this experience will be everything I've hoped for. And everything she's dreamed of."

The two men each grabbed a carrying strap and effortlessly lifted Jessica to her feet. "Say goodbye, beautiful," said Paul. "You're going away for a long time."

She didn't scream. She didn't fight. She simply hung there, her eyes burning into me like twin suns. I smiled at her warmly. This moment was too strong for words.

"Take her away."

They lifted her like a heavy sack of potatoes, and carried her away, feet first. I watched through the window as they loaded her into the white van. She was buckled down meticulously, then they were gone.

A two hour trip, and she would arrive at the Academy. I wondered how she would feel there. Deserted? Unloved? Cast aside? Or would she somehow see the true meaning of these actions? The deepest current in this raging river I'd thrown her into. Either way, she had begun the journey. One step at a time. Slowly, so slowly, she would bend. The Jessica I'd known was gone, soon to be remolded into someone different.

I eagerly awaited meeting her.