Carter was already Elsa’s pet when I met her in the bar that night. I wasn’t so clueless I didn’t think she had others ahead of or along with me, but before the night she forced Carter and I together, I didn’t realize that particular permutation would ever be on the table, or that she was involved with anyone else from my base, much less from the same barracks I bunked in.
Except by the time we reached that point, I’m ashamed to admit I might have killed for her, I wasthatdesperate and hungry to remain in her good graces and keep her paying attention to me.
Fuck my ass with a strap-on?
Yes, Mistress. Thank you very much.
Suck a dildo and pretend it’s a real cock?
Please, Mistress. Let me do it for you.
Lick up my own cum regardless of where it lands?
I’ll do anything for you, Mistress. It is an honor to serve you.
Bend over and let the colonel fuck me over his desk, or fuck my mouth whenever he feels horny?
Tell me when and where, Mistress. I am happy to do your bidding.
Looking back, I feel sorry for that kid. He went from trusting absolutely no one to unquestioning faith in a woman who was, for all intents and purposes, a complete stranger to him.
A woman who definitely wasn’t worth any of the trust that poor, stupid kid placed in her.
A predator who easily recognized me as ripe and juicy prey perfectly situated for a simple takedown with little effort.
Talk about low-hanging fruit. I jumped from the branch and right into her toothy, gaping maw.
Then she sank her teeth into me and took a bite right out of my psyche.
I try not to think about her other victims, and that’s absolutely what most of us were—victims. I realized later not a single damn one of us were older than about twenty-three, if that. At twenty-eight, she was ten years older than me when I first met her. Having been raised with a lot of money in her family—or so she told us—she was worldly and had experiences I could only dream about. Born and raised in Germany, she was also fluent in English, French, and Italian. She held a cushy civilian job on the base with lots of contact and influence with high-level personnel and officers.
Only later did I understand she weaponized all of that to ruthlessly cultivate ammunition and kompromat on those people to keep them under her thumb, whether they understood that or not.
In the beginning, I believed she was my dream come true.
Except I wanted to leave with Carter the day he blew up and walked out. I really did. I couldn’t believe after we underwent vasectomies for her, and she promised us no other pets besides us, that she’d not only bring another man into the mix, but place him over me in the hierarchy.
Unfortunately, my fear overrode my common sense. I didn’t want to lose what we’d already gained with her, and at the time, I had not processed that it was all a web of pretty lies to begin with.
I wanted to take Carter’s hand and let him lead me out of there.
Frozen in terror that I didn’t know how to access any ofthiswithout Elsa turning the screws and posing us like puppets, I remained still and silent and complicit in my own impending destruction.
I think about the things I witnessed after Carter left, how she clamped down on me in the wake of his departure, both punishing me for him leaving, and her trying to solidify her hold on me by lavishing praise on the others and promising me that if I behaved myself, and groveled sufficiently enough, I, too, could one day re-earn her affection.
That, one day, I could be her Alpha pet.
By that point, I honestly believed I deserved everything she threw at me.
* * * *
In the wake of Carter’s departure, it somehow manages to sink in that something huge is missing from what I thought I had with Elsa. It’s a large, Carter-shaped hole in everything, and the Arctic chill I feel from her isn’t just because she’s upset that he left.
It’s a frigid wind that blew all along, blunted only by Carter’s warmth enveloping me and shielding me from her blasts.
Over the following days, she asks more and outlandish things of me, sends me to “friends” to perform any number of debasing and humiliating acts with them, openly whores me out now for house parties, and yet I still take it.
Until I can’t.
