Alessio
I feel content and pleased about my tour with Dr. Ross. Who would have thought such an independent and tough woman would interest me this much. I like my women to be submissive and obedient. To do as told and fall on their backs with their legs spread when I look at them.
Most women do. Even those who are not naturally submissive fall into the role when I instruct them to. But not Catherine Ross. She defies me and talks back and acts like she has more courage than she actually has. But I see the fear shining in her innocent blue eyes.
Innocent. All of her is innocent. I don’t believe her to be a virgin. A woman as tantalizing and beautiful like her would not be in her early thirties and still be a virgin. But still. There is something about her. The wi
CatherineDr. Davies has been MIA the whole day. I have no idea where he has gone or what he might be doing. Not that I care that much. It feels like it’s easier to do my work without him sulking in the background. Right now I am emptying the first examination room to make room for new cupboards and all equipment.Lugio has already been here to take measurements of the room and is now working on a skiss. He has been sitting in my temporary office since Dr. Davies’ office is such a mess. For the time being me and Pierto are moving everything into the personnel preparing room. When that’s done a few youngsters are coming in to clean and paint the new storage room.On my way back for another load of things I see an older man in the reception are
AlessioI curse the polaks. I curse the chinese. Why the fuck are they trying to run behind my back doing small time businesses and petty crimes. They bring bad fortune to us all by getting caught in the generall areas. Now they are swamped with small-time cops trying to get ahead.I was supposed to meet with De’shaun to discuss the next shipment and their use of our turf when pimping, but the restaurant had at least six cops eating burgers and fries. When De’shaun walked in I had to wave him off like an errand boy. Thank God we have a good working relationship so he might not take offense. And then one of the pigs decided to show off his big balls and sit down with me.“So. What’s a hot shot like you doing in a dump like this, Mr. Peccati?&r
CatherineWhen I actually wish to see Mr. Peccati, he's not there! At least I can say that today's dinner was the most entertaining I have had since I came here. Franco is a fun guy and he loves to tell jokes and entertain. I heard stories about his, Nino’s and Mr. Peccati’s childhood and all the nuisance they used to cause their mothers.“And then Alessio came through the sidedoor, drenched in mud and Mrs. Peccati almost fainted.” I cover my mouth to keep the food from spraying all over the table as I laugh to the end of his story. Franco grins and throws an olive into his mouth and chews loudly.“Won’t Mr. Peccati be angry that you share stories about him like this?” I ask once the laughter dies down.
Catherine When the alarm rings on my bedside table I groan loudly. I fell asleep way too late yesterday and now I’m too tired to get up. Had I been at home I would just have slept in and choosen to eat a müsliebar instead. I’m not sure if Mr. Peccati will allow me to do that so I better get up and get ready. Pierto is waiting outside as usual when I’m exiting my room. I greet him with a mumbled good morning and then we walk to the dining hall, me in front and him following behind like my constant shadow. We are earlier than Mr. Peccati and Franco but the time is already five to eight so they should arrive any second. As I’m filling my plate a low, husky voice sounds close to my ear.
Catherine As the end of the meal closes in I remember that I have to ask Mr. Peccati about Herman Johnson. “Yes. Of course I will approve of him seeing a specialist. He has been a faithful member since his youth. He started working for us under my grandfather's regime.” I make a face of dislike and Mr. Peccati chuckles at me. “What? Did you think an old kind man just happened to live on the family's premises without being a member? Mr. Johnson, or big Johnsy as we call him, started as an errand boy when he was fourteen. When he hit thirty he had climbed up to collector and by fifty he was working as a manager of our brothels. That was before he got sick.” I stare down at my plate in disgust. Sure I figured that even Mr. Johnson had something to do with all thi
Waring! This chapter is the start of Alessio’s first physical and sexual abuse of Catherine. Catherine The excitement and satisfaction in his voice and eyes has my blood turning ice cold in my veins. In my anger and need to show my displeasure I somehow forgot the fact that Mr. Peccati seems to thrive on fear and harming other people. He enjoys seeing other people’s fear and pain and to know he is the cause for it. “Well then. Let’s get started.” He says and pushes out his chair. Panic swirls in my chest and I frantically search for a reason to stall. My eyes travel over to Franco and Nino. Both are wearing a hard and closed off expression on their faces but I can see a hint of discontent in Franco’s eyes. “I st
Warning! Contains physical and sexual abuse! Catherine “These are from my personal collection. I wanted to use them instead of the dirty tools we have for other occasions.” He picks up a leather whip and looks in my direction. “This position is not ideal but I will have to make due until I have time to adjust this room to my liking or when I decide to use my playroom.” He moves up to me and places the whip against the outside of my thigh. “This is a switch. It is flexible and gives a nice sting.” He flexes his hand and the whip slaps against me. Not especially hard and I manage to hold in any sound. At that he smiles wider at me. “I see that you have a bit of resistance to pain. That is good to know and suits me just fine. I like to be rough and not hold back.” This time h
Alessio Who would have thought that Dr. Catherine Ross would be a pain junkie? Who would have thought that she would be so beautiful and perfect for me? Her bad self esteem is a bit of a turnoff, but that I can fix. With praise and appreciation she will soon learn to be more confident in her body. On the other hand her confidence in her line of work is a major turn on, as well as her defiant behavior. Of course I will have her sweet and submissive once I’m done with her, but that will only be towards me. I will still want to see that defiant and independent persona towards others. It will be a requirement when she becomes Mrs. Peccati. I can’t have my wife giving in to every other man or woman that comes our way.