Taming a Tempest

Chapter 13

"Tempest, dear," said Kate. She was seated on the sofa in her suite and Tempest was kneeling before her. Once again, she held the younger woman's breasts in her hand. Tempest was starting to think of this as the normal ‘at home' positions for the two of them. "Tell me what you are thinking."

Tempest thought for a moment back to the instructions that Kate had given her. She was given a choice between two possible responses unless asked a question that implied that a different kind of response was required. But she had not been asked a question just now. So she selected one of her two possible choices.

"Yes, please."

Kate furrowed her brow, confused for a moment. And then she realized what Tempest was doing. She squeezed the two breasts in her hands, lovingly. "The rules are off for now, love. You may speak freely with no repercussions. Tell me what you are thinking."

Tempest thought for a moment again before speaking. Finally, she did respond. "I think that you are horrible and insensitive and inhumane. I think that you should be locked away in prison for the rest of your life. What happened to me and my friends was unfair. And while you say that you had nothing to do with it, you are part of the group that did it to us. I hate you."

Kate nodded as she listened. She tried to think of what to say next but Tempest started up again before she could say anything.

"I am your property. I know that. I will not try to escape. I do not want to die. I will be the best slavegirl that I can be. I will try to make you very proud of owning me."

Kate felt her pulse slowing back down. After the first part of the speech, she had been concerned that she would either have to sell the girl or resort to drugs to soften her. Both of those options repulsed her. She decided to test the girl a bit, though, before believing her.

"That's quite a conflicting set of messages that you just sent to me. You hate me. But you want to make me proud of owning you. That doesn't sound like the piranha that I know." Tempest had earned the nickname of piranha during her internship with the firm three years earlier. She was working on a case with a partner and a senior associate. What the partner was doing was not only unethical, it was blatantly illegal. She talked to the associate but he refused to act. So she acted. She could not allow an injustice to take place with her knowledge. The partner went to jail. The associate was forced out of the firm. Tempest was sure that she had burned a bridge and possibly ruined her career. Instead, she was given a job offer before the summer even ended. When she finished her degree, she would come back as a junior associate. It seemed that ethics were valued in the firm.

For the last week before she left for school, her nickname gained momentum. It started with a casual comment in the lunch room from one of the interns. "Wow, you're a real piranha. You had that guy for lunch!" Someone else heard the comment and used it. After that, it became widespread and became attached to her. Tempest was the piranha. She made lunch out of other attorneys who stood in her way.

"Kate, I was never a piranha. He was slime and he was offensive to my principles and the principles of the profession I wanted to join. But as to my comments, they are very much from me. I do plan to be the best slave I can be. It's not something that I chose. It's not something that I aspired to. But it's what I am now. Elke helped me realize that."

Once again, Kate was happy that she had purchased the beautiful Elke. She was right in her earlier assessment of the girl as someone who would help tame Tempest. She rubbed her thumbs along the lush outer swells of the girl's breasts.

"We will be going home tomorrow, pet," said Kate. "I hope that I'm making the right decision."

"I don't know if you are making the right decision, Mistress," said Tempest, switching away from Kate's name to her title purposefully. "But I do know that I will try as best I can to make you proud."