Paul flipped the page. The essay was handwritten, which was unusual in itself. Paul, who produced a scrawl at the best times, was impressed with the elegant, uniform lettering. He scanned the page and then began to read in earnest, his eyes moving over the heartfelt and almost painfully honest yearnings of a young woman clearly searching for something within herself. It was the last few paragraphs that really got his attention.
All my life I’ve been struggling to come to terms with what I am. I had difficulty reconciling my inherently submissive nature with my sense of self as a confident, successful woman. I was rewarded by society for the obvious academic and career successes I enjoyed, but I have come to realize I have always taken the easy route, using the shield of my outward success to hide the secret longings of my heart and soul.
When I discovered that there were other likeminded souls engaged in a similar search, I threw myself into the BDSM scene, hoping to connect on an intimate level, but somehow each new experience just left me a little lonelier than before, and still longing to connect in a way I have only dreamed of. I have come to understand that the problem does not lie in the inherent shallowness of the club scene, or the lack of empathy or connection with Doms with whom I have sought connection.
The problem lies with me.
I have spent a lifetime building a wall around my true submissive nature, brick, by brick, by brick. And now, when I have finally found the courage to face my need and embrace my longing, I find I don’t have the tools. I need help to chip away at the mortar and knock down the bricks that are hiding the true submissive within.
Paul handed the clipboard back to John. “Impressive. So, what’s your plan to help her get past her own defenses?”
“I like Miriam’s suggestion about associating orgasm with erotic pain. We’ll definitely be working on that. And predicament bondage will teach the discipline she sorely needs to learn to keep still during corporal punishment. Then of course the usual position training, oral service, all types of penetration, expanding her comfort zone for anal play.”
Paul nodded, images of Alexis bound in rope and chain, her mouth and cunt stuffed with cock, her ass cherry red from a long, hard caning careened willy nilly in his brain and sent the blood rushing to his cock. He shifted in his chair, crossing his legs to hide the sudden erection. What the fuck was his problem?
“How’s it going with Tiffany?” John asked, apparently done discussing his latest charge. “Is she ready for her final showing?”
“We’re getting there,” Paul replied, relieved to have something else on which to focus. “I’ve never seen anyone fly as easily as she does. It would be an ego stroke, except I know I’ve got very little to do with it. She’s just a natural. If anything, I have to be careful with her. She has such a high pain threshold, I don’t get the normal distress cues. She just wants more, more and more.”
They discussed Tiffany’s progress for a while, until John glanced at his watch. “Wendy is waiting for me back at the cabin. I’ll see you at dinner?”
Paul nodded. “Yeah, see you then.”
Just as John left, there was another tap at Paul’s door, this one more timid. Janice stood there, petite and lovely in her thong. She dropped to her knees and touched her head to the floorboards, her pert ass high in the air.
“What is it, Janice?” Paul said, though of course he knew.
“Please, Sir. I’m here to service you, if you would allow me the honor.”
One of the perks of being a trainer at The Compound was full access to all the staff slaves, even those specifically owned, if the owner gave his or her permission. Because of the loss of control that resulted from having an orgasm during training, trainers were discouraged from direct sexual interaction with their trainees, instead using staff slaves to serve as surrogates. As a result, by the end of the day, male trainers often developed what Paul had heard called “blue balls” by older generations of men.
Miriam, ever mindful of the needs of her trainers, sought to provide them with release. Janice was a dedicated cocksucker who often made the rounds before dinner to see if anyone was in need of her excellent services.
Images of the lovely Alexis still ripe in his mind, Paul said, “Yeah. That would be great.” He stood and unbuttoned his jeans, tugging them, along with his underwear, down his thighs. Janice remained on her knees and crawled across the carpet, kneeling up in front of him.
A smile curled over her small rosebud of a mouth as she reached for him. He closed his eyes and placed his hands on her bare shoulders as she began to work her magic. Her mouth was like hot, wet silk gliding over his cock.
She took the length of him until her nose was at his pubic bone. She rested there, milking his cock with her throat muscles while doing something amazing with her tongue. Paul sighed his approval and then grunted as she gripped his balls tight, almost too tight, and she began to bob up and down on his shiny, rock-hard cock.
When he was about to come, he felt her fingers slipping between his ass cheeks. A digit pressed inside the puckered ring of muscle, her other hand wrapping around the base of his cock like a second mouth while she licked and suckled him in a frenzy of perfect friction.
Paul wound his fingers into her hair as his body shuddered and released its seed. She didn’t miss a beat, swallowing while still sucking and kissing his shaft as if it was the only thing in the world that mattered. Finally, as his spasms eased and his fingers loosened their grip in her silky hair, she pulled back at the precisely the right moment, when another flick of her tongue would have moved from pleasure to over-stimulation.
His pants still around his knees, Paul sank back into his chair. “Perfect,” he murmured, his mind blissfully blank. After a moment he forced his eyes to open, looking down to see Janice ardently kissing the tops of his boots. He touched her shoulder and she looked up, an expression of pure rapture on her pixyish face.
“Thank you, Janice. That was amazing, as always.”
Her smiled glowed. “Thank you, Sir.”
He watched her crawl to the door, her luscious ass swaying. Man, I love my job.
Chapter 5
After another sumptuous meal, Master John told Alexis to return to her quarters, as he had other business to attend to that evening. She had intended to check out the sitting room where the trainees and staff slaves sometimes hung out, but she made the mistake of lying down in her room for a bit, and the next thing she knew it was morning.
When Master John appeared at 6:30, she was standing in her room at attention, freshly showered, aflutter with nervous anticipation for her first full day of training. She managed to stay still as he moved his tickling fingers over her skin.
“Breakfast is at eight o’clock,” he informed her, as she forced herself to put aside her immediate longing for a cup of strong black coffee. “I apologize for not being available last night. We’ll make up for it this morning before breakfast. You’ll need to learn the ten basic slave positions and their variations, so we’ll start with that.”
It was another glorious summer morning, the early sun warming her naked body as Master John led her back to the main house. This time he didn’t take her to the dungeon, but to a room on the second floor. The room reminded her of Miss Tatum’s School of Dance, where she’d gone for ballet lessons from age six to twelve. The walls were lined on two sides with mirrors, with waist-high polished wooden bars parallel to the gleaming hardwood floors.
A beautiful slave girl with very short red hair and large gray eyes was kneeling on a yoga mat next to a chair. The girl’s knees spread wide, her hands resting palms up on her thighs. She wore the thick black leather collar of the other staff slaves, but instead of the square stainless steel padlock Alexis had observed, her padlock was shaped like a heart, and it appeared to be made of gold. As they entered the room, the young woman turned her eyes to Master John with a look of such pure, raw adoration that it took Alexis’s breath away.
Master John pointed toward another nearby yoga mat. “Position two,”
he said to Alexis. Beside the mat stood a rack filled with crops, canes, paddles and floggers. Alexis knelt as ordered, assuming the same position as the slave girl who still had eyes only for Master John.
“This is Wendy,” Master John said, moving toward the girl. A slight girl with a long, slender neck and a pixie-short haircut, she reminded Alexis of Audrey Hepburn in the old movies she liked to watch late at night on TV.
Master John put his hand on Wendy’s head and she leaned into his hand, closing her eyes. When Sam had said that Master John owned a slave, it honestly hadn't occurred to Alexis that love would enter the equation, at least not his side of it. But as she watched Master John’s expression soften as he looked down at Wendy, Alexis realized the girl’s feelings were returned.
Turning to face Alexis, Master John said brusquely, “This morning we will work on positions training. It’s essential that you learn the ten basic positions and their variations as quickly as possible. These are stepping stones as we move forward in your training. To keep it interesting, I’d like to test your reaction to certain sexual stimuli. But first, my slave will show you how it’s done.”
He indicated the large poster on the wall just over Alexis’s head. “These are the basic positions. Wendy will demonstrate them for you. Pay close attention, as it’ll be your turn next.”
Alexis scanned the list, wondering how she’d ever remember all that.
Basic Slave Positions
1. Standing
a. Attention, hands behind your head, feet shoulder-width apart
b. At ease, hands behind your back
2. Kneeling
a. At ease. Back straight, thighs spread, palms facing upward resting lightly on thighs
b. Offering. Facing away from Master/Mistress, kneel, cross wrists and stretch arms out, lean forward to place head on floor. Lift ass high
3. Dog – Fall to floor on all fours, head straight, eyes forward, ass thrust up, legs wide
4. Crawl – hands and knees, back arched, chin up, eyes down
5. Examine
a. Lie on back, hands at sides, palms facing upward, legs spread wide
b. Lie on back, hands at sides, legs spread wide, lift hips off floor
6. Sexual Usage
a. Lie on back, place feet flat up against ass, knees fully bent
b. Lie on back, knees moderately bent, reach forward to spread/offer genitals
7. Examine Flipside – Facedown, head turned to side, arms at sides, legs spread wide open
8. Corporal/Anal
a. Standing. Bend over and grab ankles, bring head as close to knees as possible, thrust out ass
b. Kneeling. On knees, forehead touching the ground. Reach back and spread ass cheeks
9. Punishment – stand either flat footed or on toes, nose against the wall, wrists bound behind back. Male slaves – cock may not touch the wall
10. Spanking
a. Lie over Master’s/Mistress’s lap, hands and feet on the floor.
b. Lie over Master’s/Mistress’s lap, – hands clasped behind neck
c. Straddle Master’s/Mistress’s lap, facing his/her feet, hands on floor, ass raised
While Alexis watched, Master John took Wendy through each of the positions. She moved effortlessly through them, making even the most awkward positions seem easy and as graceful as a swan’s glide on the water. Though she seemed perfect to Alexis, Master John corrected Wendy gently from time to time with a hand placed on the small of her back, or tapping at the inside of her thigh.
Turning finally to Alexis, Master John said, “One way to learn is by example. Wendy is highly trained, and her behavior is exemplary, even under the greatest strain. Before we get to you, watch and pay attention.”
Turning back to Wendy, he said, “Fetch the vibrating wand and the single tail.”
Wendy rose and moved toward the rack beside Alexis. She took a single tail whip, along with an oblong box and returned to kneel in front of her Master. He opened the box and withdrew a cordless vibrating wand. He handed it to Wendy. “Lubricate it,” he said. She at once began to suck and lick the round rubber head of the wand as if it were a lover’s cock.
“Good. Now use it on your cunt. You will come on command.”
“Yes, Sir,” the girl whispered, her large gray eyes on his face as she placed the wand’s head between her legs and pressed the button at its base, causing it to whir to life. From Alexis’s position, she could see the two of them in profile. In addition, their images were reflected from all angles in the mirrors that covered the walls. The single tail snapped against Wendy’s left breast, leaving a white mark that quickly turned to pink and then dark red.
Again and again the lash struck Wendy’s breasts while she knelt up, thighs spread, the vibrator whirring at her cunt. She remained perfectly still, her eyes fixed on her Master’s face. When the lash caught a nipple, the mask slipped for just a second, a wince moving over the girl’s face, but after a moment her features smoothed.
Alexis was riveted to the display, fascinated and awed in the face of Wendy’s composure as Master John flicked the tail over and over, leaving a trail of angry red welts in its wake, while Wendy masturbated herself with the wand.
Finally he said, “Come for me, Wendy.”
Within seconds the girl shuddered, her mouth falling open, her eyes wide and fixed on his face as she trembled in orgasm. All the while Master John continued to lash her breasts with the snapping single tail whip. Alexis’s own cunt was throbbing as she watched the pair, both of whom ignored her completely.
When Wendy had stilled, Master John stepped back and pointed to his boots. Wendy flicked off the vibrator and set it down carefully beside her. Bending down, she kissed the tops of Master John’s boots, while murmuring, “Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Thank you,” with such ardent intensity Alexis could tell she really meant it.
Reaching for her, Master John pulled Wendy up and then wrapped her in his arms, kissing her first on the forehead and then on the lips, leaving no doubt whatsoever in Alexis’s mind that these two were lovers. Watching them, she felt a painful tugging in her heart, as if someone had wrapped their fist around it.
Finally, with Wendy again kneeling on her mat, Master John turned to Alexis, all the tenderness that had been in his face a moment before replaced by the unblinking, cold expression with which she was more familiar. “Let’s see if you learned anything.”
As he had done with Wendy, he called out the various positions, and Alexis did her best to assume them. Standing over her, he corrected her far more often than he had Wendy, and when he was finally satisfied, Alexis was sweating, every muscle screaming.
Master John returned to his chair and sat like a king on his throne. “I want you to select a cane from the rack. Place it in between your teeth and then assume position three.”
Her heart pounding, Alexis turned to the rack and reached for one of the shorter-handled canes. Placing it between her teeth like a dog holding a bone, she glanced yet again at the positions poster, and moved from the mat to her hands and knees.
“Position four. To me.” Master John pointed to the ground in front of him. Alexis crawled toward him, trying to keep her back arched as she moved, her breasts swaying, the cane clenched in her teeth.
“Position 6B. Lie so your feet are in front of me.”
Alexis’s eyes slid to Wendy, who was kneeling at-ease beside Master John, eyes downcast, her face calm and serene. Recalling yesterday’s lesson about anticipation, Alexis tried to keep the nervous butterflies fluttering in her gut at bay.
She lay on the hard floor in front of Master John and bent her knees, drawing them upward, her feet flat on the ground. She ran her tongue over the smooth rattan of the cane still clenched between her teeth as she reached forward to spread her labia.
“Legs wider,” Master John said. “And lift your ass just a little. Yes. That’s better.” While Alexis held herself in this somewhat uncomfortable and very vulnerable position, Master John continue
d, “I am going to teach you to associate pleasure with pain until the two hold no separate distinction for you. While you are under my care, you will never orgasm without experiencing erotic pain at the same time. Our goal is eventually to train you to such a degree that you can come just from the pain alone.”
Master John stood and moved to Alexis. Crouching beside her, he took the cane from between her lips. “Wendy is going to lick your cunt while I cane your breasts. You will not move. You will not cry out. You will not come, unless or until I give you explicit permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Alexis said, her voice breathless in her ears. She jerked slightly at the first soft, wet touch of Wendy’s tongue between the folds of her sex. At the same time, Master John began to tap with the cane against her breasts. As Wendy licked in a swirl around Alexis’s rising clit, the taps turned to stinging strokes on the tops of her breasts.
When he moved the cane the undersides of her breasts, he hit her harder, making Alexis gasp in pain. “Silence,” Master John admonished. He hit her harder. Alexis bit her lower lip and breathed hard through flared nostrils, trying to focus on the pleasure at her pussy instead of the stinging pain on her breasts.
Wendy’s tongue moved with practiced ease, passing like butterfly wings over her clit, licking along the inner folds and sliding down to tease the entrance. Without realizing what she was doing, Alexis found herself arching her hips toward Wendy’s sensual touch.
“I said don’t move!” Master John’s words were punctuated by the crashing impact of the cane against her right nipple.
Alexis screamed.
“Silence!” The left nipple received the same fiery attention. All the while, the slave at Alexis’s cunt never missed a beat, licking and suckling as Alexis struggled to be still and silent. Tears slid down the sides of her face and into her hair. Her heart was thudding in her ears. Her fingers were slipping on her wet outer labia as she struggled to maintain her position and hold herself open.
The cane sliced against her breasts, every fifth stroke or so landing across her nipple. Try as she might, Alexis couldn’t remain silent or still. Though her lips were pressed together in an effort to stay quiet, she could hear her own steady whimpering in her ears, and could feel the trembling in her body as the girl between her legs licked her relentlessly toward an orgasm she knew she wasn’t going to be able to control.
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