“You’re absolutely positive this is what you want?” Vincent asked.

Asha reflected on their conversations of the last few months. She had also been stubborn, mouthy, and resistant to change. She always had to have the last word. In truth, she didn’t like this part of her personality. She preferred when she was soft, compassionate, and gracious. She liked herself better when she followed the rules rather than rebelled. She was happier and less stressed when Vincent set up a schedule for her to follow. She was happier and felt more comfortable in her own skin when she was submissive.

But every time she tried to embrace the submissive lifestyle, her fear and insecurities would raise their ugly heads and she’d lash out. She behaved badly, sarcasm dripped from every word she uttered, and she resisted every attempt he made to do what she had previously agreed to accept – discipline her.

It was time for a change.

“Yes, Vincent, I am. I hate myself when I get like this. I know it hurts you as much as it does me. I’ve even gone back to cutting at times because I despise myself so much. You’re always consistent, but I’m a loose cannon. It’s hurting us as individuals and as a couple. It’s time,” she answered, her mind completely rational.

“And you’re willing to become a student under the tutelage of Paul and Nikki?”

“Yes. I am. You’re leaving for a month tomorrow, and they have an opening, so this is the perfect time.”

“It is, but once you’re in their care, you’re theirs. I mean you can always use your safeword. You aren’t being forced to do this, but aside from that, you’re stuck there.”

“I know,” she answered, trying to keep the peevish tone from her voice.

Vincent stared at her for a moment, then demanded, “Right. Tell me the goals of this tutelage.”

Asha couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes before beginning her recitation.

“I will learn to accept your word without question. I will become obedient to your commands. I will become a TPE submissive. I will learn acceptable behavior and attitude. I will use my safeword judiciously.”

“Good. And you will accept their punishments and rewards?”

This was a hard question. Asha loved Vincent with her whole body and soul, but accepting a punishment graciously was difficult for her. Still, she wanted to change her ways and the only way she could imaging herself doing this was if she was given little choice in the matter.

“Probably not at first, Vin. But I promise. I PROMISE, that I will try to,” she stated.

He nodded and grinned, “I would expect no less from you. Okay, then. Let’s go.”

“What?” she screeched. “Now?”

“Absolutely now. You’ve just agreed to everything again, for the tenth time it seems, so let’s go. I’m going to drop you off at their place then come back here, finish packing, lock up, and tomorrow morning, I’ll be on a flight to Ireland.”

He took her by the arm and led her out the door. As they were pulling away from the house, she shouted, “Stop! I don’t have my purse or phone or ID or cash or anything!”

Vincent kept driving. He glanced at her, then back at the road. “You won’t need any of that, Asha. Paul and Nikki, whom you will refer to as Lord and Lady, will take care of everything you need. Should you need medical attention, they already have your ID and insurance information. Aside from an emergency like that, you will be cut off from the rest of the world. You knew that.”

She sulked and crossed her arms over her chest. She had known that.

Soon, they pulled up to a very large ranch house situated on a 100 acre property The Mitchells raised chickens, sheep, and boarded horses and kept a very large garden. Additionally, there were several outbuildings and barns. Asha paled, knowing that one of those barns would soon be her new home for several days or possibly weeks depending on how her initial training went.

Vincent opened her door and held her arm in a firm grip. Paul and Nikki stepped out of the beautiful house.

“Around back?” Vincent asked.

“Not quite yet,” Nikki responded. She looked at Asha and coldly stated, “Strip out of your clothes. You won’t be needing those anymore.”

Asha hesitated and looked at Vincent. He looked down at her, his eyes narrowing. She gulped and did as ordered, handing him her clothing.

“Next time you hesitate to follow any order given to you by anyone on this property, you will be punished. Here. This is your clothing. You will not be given other until your Lord or Lady decide you have earned something, so wear it with caution. If you need to launder it, you will do so in the trough in the barn which you will also use to clean yourself it. Come, follow me. It’s time to get you settled. Vincent, see you in a month?”

“Yes, Nikki. A month from today,” he said. He then leaned in and gave Nikki a kiss on the cheek and shook Paul’s hand. “And thank you for taking Asha. Good luck.”

He turned on his heel and drove away, leaving Asha, her mouth hanging open, naked aside from a very sheer scarf, in the hands of total strangers.

(Note: The idea for this story came from a reader, Paddlefan. Thank you!! I hope all of my readers enjoy this story, but especially you.)