Gina's Education

by Mariah Bailey

  She explored the room while Robert showered. The room was quite masculine, but not dark. The bed was a huge four-poster with a canopy that matched the striped gold on navy blue draperies. The bed was turned down showing the navy striped sheets under the dark blue comforter with gold designs of flowers and vines. The walls were light blue and cream. The large bureau and highboy chest matched the bed in old world style. Across the room was a fireplace and in front of the huge picture window overlooking the ocean was a small table and two upholstered chairs for intimate meals in this room. She smiled and wondered who had decorated it. She decided it was probably Robert. He seemed like someone who knew exactly what he wanted and the room fit him.

  She settled on the floor beside the bed and Robert patted her on the head. She couldn’t easily find a comfortable position. Her backside hurt too much to sit, and the cream, gold and blue carpeting was too thin to offer any comfort. Rose struggled for a while tossing and turning, then she had an idea –– pets often climb into bed with their masters. She knew it was risky and it might bring on another spanking, but she couldn’t sleep where she was and she was badly in need of a good night’s sleep.

  She silently slipped into the huge bed next to Robert as he lay on his back and snuggled down beside him. She reached for his manhood; it felt smooth and silky in her hand, as she gently stroked. Robert didn’t move, except to expand in her hand, waiting to see what she would do. She turned to kneel beside him and took his balls in her hand and gently manipulated them. She took his cock in her warm mouth; quickly sucking and licking him back to full measure. She ran her tongue over the end of his cock, causing it to jump, before enveloping it in her mouth. Robert let out a moan of satisfaction, encouraging her. She bobbed up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster until he exploded in her mouth.

  After she carefully licked him clean, a satisfied Robert stroked her hair and allowed her to rest her head on his stomach. He reached over and covered her back with the comforter.

  Gina lay quietly thinking. She thought about how far her standards had fallen; how much she’d lost. She thought about her ex-fiancé Norman and began the now familiar ritual of missing him. She thought about how much she had missed sleeping next to him, smelling his cologne and feeling the comfort of his arms. Then another, clearer thought seeped into her brain. “What kind of marriage could I have had with him when he bailed on me because I lost everything?” The realization that her fiancé was no longer on the list of losses surprised her. So did the knowledge that she was better off without him. She fell into a peaceful sleep.

  Robert lay quietly with a big smile on his face, thoroughly enjoying his pet’s ministrations. “Yes,” he thought, “she is going to be a good one. She has good instincts.” He also made a mental note, too, that he now had to see the doctor in the morning. His own rule of no unprotected sex before a physical exam had been broken – and he’d allowed it! He smiled again, and fell into a contented sleep.

  Gina woke early, as was her habit, feeling warm, comfortable and… rested! She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so good, and slowly stretched her back and legs. As soon as she moved, though, she became aware that she wasn’t alone. With every fiber of her being on full alert, she laid stone still.

  Robert felt his pet stir as she was waking and heard the contented moan as she started to stretch. He felt her whole body tighten like a cat about to pounce as she became aware of him, and he smiled. He’d enjoyed the warmth of her body throughout the night and the scent of her. It had been a long time since he enjoyed a woman other than as an object to satisfy his many needs. He felt her eyelash tickle his belly as she cautiously opened her eyes. He was feeling the urge, and it translated quickly to his loins.

  As she assessed her situation, Gina saw a limp cock in front of her come to life. As her eyes adjusted to the half-light of dawn, the cock rapidly grew, straightened and bumped her in the nose. Her body went from red-alert status to yellow; she was still not sure of her situation, but at least she knew what to do, now. She tipped her head and met the invading member with her tongue. Robert’s groan of enjoyment was her signal to continue.

  Again kneeling beside him, she began her treatment. Her hand explored his sack, cupping him and gently moving his balls back and forth. She ran her nails along his inner thigh so gently as to bring shivers to his whole body. She licked his popsicle slowly up one side and down the other. She used her lips to pop the head in and out of her mouth. All the while, her breasts were grazing his belly, thrilling him, but Robert watched and waited, willing himself to hold back and let her have her way.

  She continued her ministrations until it was apparent he was very close to his finish. She turned to ask, “Do you want me to swallow, Sir, or would you like me to turn and mount you?”

  The question, and the timing, took him off-guard, but it gave him a moment to recompose and reach for a condom and put it on. He grinned up at her and grabbed her breasts, pulling her toward him. Without another word, she straddled him and slid down onto his throbbing member. He squeezed his handfuls as she rose and fell on his erection. He was large for her and she wriggled her hips; it took a moment to adjust to him in this position. She started to feel the effect of her ride, her own orgasm approaching. He slipped his grasp to her nipples and pinched her hard, bringing her to the edge of her climax. He expertly gauged himself, holding back just long enough for her to reach her apex and he released at the same time. As he pumped into her, she milked him for the very last drop.

  They lay for a while entangled together, enjoying each other’s warmth and caress. Robert smiled at her, and said, “I don’t normally rise this early.”

  Gina grinned at the obvious pun. “I’m sorry to have disturbed you, Sir,” she said. “Since you’re awake, though, will you need me today?”

  Puzzled, Robert shook his head. “I have some appointments throughout the day. You will see the doctor for a physical this morning. It is standard for all employees. Anytime you don’t feel well, you see him and get checked out.”

  Rose looked shocked. “I thought I would have to find a physician – eventually.”

  “No, my dear, it is part of the package, and the doctor reports to me.” He watched her carefully while that information sunk in. “You don’t seem overly concerned.”

  “Considering how much better off I am than I was yesterday, I can’t see squabbling over it, Sir. You are very generous.”

  Robert smiled. “My employees and clients all deserve to be protected. It is that simple, my dear. Once you are through with the doctor, you are free to do as you please. I will expect you for dinner at 6:00, and I expect you to dress nicely.” The last remark was made with emphasis that made Gina chuckle. “Did you have somewhere to go?”

  “Well, I guess I have some shopping to do,” she said, “and I want to get my belongings.”

  “Fair enough,” he said.

  “What sort of clothes will I need?”

  “You will need some formal wear for parties, something appropriate for business meetings, and we dress for dinner.” Then he changed the subject. “Have you thought about a last name? When you figure out what it will be, I’ll call my lawyer and have him begin the work of legalizing your new name.”

  “Stephens,” she replied without hesitation. She had thought about it, often, after losing her identity to a thief. She thought about it after her house was re-mortgaged to the hilt and she lost it to the bank. It had been the family home for decades. All she had left were her memories and a photo album. “Stephen was my father’s name,” she explained simply. Now she just had to get used to thinking of herself as Rose. “Rose Stephens,” she said aloud.

  Robert saw anguish on her face and his uncompromising sense of justice formed a plan.

  Chapter 2

  Gina slipped out of Robert’s bed and went to her own room. She stood in the middle just smiling. “Some of this job isn’t going to be easy,” she thought. “But it’s a lot safer than living in my car,
and much prettier!” She went to the window and took in the gorgeous view of the ocean. She opened the window and took a deep breath of ocean air. “Better make the best of this situation,” she advised herself. Then she started to giggle as she twirled around in the room. “I feel like a little kid!”

  She showered and got into her clothes to walk the four miles back to the church where her car was parked. The irony of living on the grounds of a church before taking this job didn’t escape her. “You can’t go much lower,” she told herself, shaking her head. She vaguely remembered a time when she was a well-mannered socially acceptable young lady.

  Her world had shattered when she lost that wallet. She remembered having to move so often to keep from being raped, and the odd comments made about someone having paid her…Rose shook her head to clear the thoughts. No point dwelling on the past. She had just about enough gas left to get to the gas station. She’d been careful not to run the engine more often than necessary to keep warm at night. The $100 bills would not be welcome at the gas station, though. No matter. “I’ll shop first,” she thought.

  The church’s second hand store was open on Saturday’s, so she went there first. She went straight to the back where the party dresses were. She found three that fit her. Two were cocktail dresses, one was red with a halter-top and a rhinestone buckle just below the cleavage, and a white one with a sequined sleeveless scoop neck top and a full chiffon street length skirt. The third one was basic black light wool with long sleeves and a mandarin collar. Each of these dresses would easily cost $100 new and probably have only been worn for a few hours. All three looked great. “I’ll take these.”

  The ladies working the thrift shop were surprised by her purchases, and it showed. Rose smiled at them as she handed them a $100 bill and explained, “I’m going to work as a hostess for an important business man.” Being in the church building, she hoped that had enough truth in it for her to be forgiven.

  As the woman handed her $40 change she said, “That’s wonderful, Gina. Is he someone we know?”

  Flustered, she answered, “I don’t think so.” Then she added, “I think I’d better look at some shoes,” to change the subject while the ladies bundled her dresses.

  She found some white satin bridal shoes, a pair of black pumps, and some silver high-heeled sandals. As she headed for the cashier again, she also found a pretty plum colored sweater and skirt set.

  The ladies were happy for her, and suggested some earrings and a string of pearls for the basic black. She gave them another $100 bill and got back another $45.

  There was another place she wanted to shop, but now that she had change, she could buy gas. After filling the tank, she went to her favorite diner and ordered a huge breakfast.

  “A cup of coffee, please. Hi Ally.” The waitress who had been slipping her a little ‘extra’ food whenever she could was surprised and delighted to see her. “Bring me the Big Breakfast Special, Ally!”

  “Sure thing Hon. You finally landed a job, huh?”

  “Yup, and a place to stay.”

  “Good for you, Hon! One special, coming up!” She was delighted to bring Rose the food. She paid the $7 for the meal and left Ally a $53 tip.

  Ally came running out of the diner and caught up with her at the corner. “Hon, you left way too much money on the table!”

  Gina hugged her, winking, she said, “Ally, you often left too much food for me.”

  She then went to a huge thrift store that gave money to the poor and was filled with all those things people keep for years in closets and will never again use. There was a big section of formal dresses, many of them the bridesmaid’s sort. Gina found more gowns in this store, several of them with matching shoes, too. She proceeded to the middle of the store and found four more outfits suitable for office wear, and a pair of high leather boots and a soft leather blazer. She left the store with a whole new wardrobe and had spent less than $300.

  She had one more stop to make – to a department store. The one thing she really wanted to buy brand new was underwear. She was having such a good time shopping! She bought two matching sets of lacy panty and bra, one in black and the other in royal blue; one smooth cup in flesh color and one black strapless bra. Then she picked out a garter belt and a package of panties. She also got some thigh-high stockings and pantyhose.

  She was heading out of the store when she realized she could use some new makeup too... so she indulged in cosmetics for both daytime wear and parties.

  Gina drove back to the Mayhew mansion and noticed the old lighthouse on the shore and off to right. She made a mental note to walk around it later.

  She gathered up some of her purchases and rang the bell. She thought for a moment that the butler, wasn’t going to let her in when she remembered what she was wearing.

  As she was trying to explain everything to the butler, Robert came into the hallway and told him to let her in.

  “Burn those clothes,” Robert said simply.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said with a smile, entering the foyer.

  “I see you’ve been shopping. After you put your things in your room and change, we’ll have lunch on the terrace and discuss your training.” As Robert turned to leave, he took the keys from her hand and gave them to the butler, whose name was Perkins.

  Gina stood there for moment, digesting what had just happened and smiled.

  She was a little nervous about discussing her training. She ran up to her room and took out an outfit she hoped would be appropriate for lunch on the terrace. Robert was dressed in slacks and a blazer, so she opted for something she could have worn to the office.

  Perkins put her car in back of the garage and sent some of the staff to bring in the rest of her belongings.

  *****

  Robert decided to train Rose to dominate those with an appetite for masochism. He felt she had great potential, and she’d even suggested it herself. When she arrived on the terrace in fifteen minutes, she had pulled some of her hair into a ponytail and left some down. She was wearing a dove grey straight skirt and a grey with navy and burgundy paisley chiffon blouse. He nodded his approval. “That’s much better, my dear.” Looking at her feet and the tiny flat black ballet style shoes she was wearing, he commented, “I like ladies to wear high heels.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she said to the first remark. “I’ll do some shoe shopping,” she replied to the last.

  “First,” he began, “you have to know the rules. Everything must be consensual. Safety is paramount, even in circumstances that seem anything but safe. The client pays for excitement, and your careful planning makes that possible." He sipped his wine, measuring her reaction. "You will call me Master Robert from now on. When we interview clients together, you’ll be called Mistress Rose, but in private you will submit to me."

  “Yes, Master Robert.”

  He smiled at her. Later, he would explain how much her life changed with her last answer.

  “You will need to choose a safe word and tell me what it is.”

  “A safe word? Like ‘stop?’”

  “No. That is too common. You might say stop and only mean you need to make an adjustment in your position. You need to choose a word you will remember when you can no longer go on.” The panicky look on her face made him continue. “For instance, if last night you really could not stand getting a strapping, you would have used your safe word and I would have stopped.”

  “Why wouldn’t I use it all the time?” she asked with a grin.

  “You would miss out on the reward.”

  She knew better than to pursue that. “OK, how about ‘uncle’?”

  Robert laughed. “Uncle it is.”

  *****

  They enjoyed a quiet lunch of salad and seafood, and calmly discussed the intricate workings of the sexual mind. After a while, the incongruity of her surroundings and the civilized conversation of such absurd appetites made Gina giggle. No. Rose. She had to remember she was Rose.

  Robert laughed, too. “Just b
ecause someone likes a little kink, it is not something to laugh about,” he said, but he couldn’t keep a straight face.

  “Of course it is, Sir. Sex is funny and silly and undignified.” Rose took a sip of her wine and continued with a grin, “and yet, we all have needs...”

  Robert smiled and they continued the lesson. “The best way for you to learn your craft is to experience first-hand all the pain and pleasures we offer.” Rose lowered her eyes and waited. She dreaded that part, but knew there was merit to what he said.

  He smiled at her and assured her, “you’ll be surprised by how you feel after. Remember this; I will always keep you safe, even while inflicting pain. You must at all times be completely honest with me – your safety depends on it! Now, tell me what you are thinking.”

  Rose tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace. “I’m not sure how to put it into words…” She looked up and realized he would not accept that answer. “Okay, I’m nervous about what you will introduce – what you are going to teach me, Master Robert.”

  Robert nodded, sure that this was at least part of her truth.

  He led her to the basement and she stood stark still at the sight before her eyes. She had never seen such a place! There were large wooden crosses against the walls, an examination chair with stirrups, chains hanging from beams overheard and a rack on the wall with an array of whips, floggers, paddles and rods.

  “Holy crap!” was all she managed to say.

  Robert grinned and escorted her around the corner. There she saw what looked like a sawhorse, but the cross beam was angled to an upward point instead of flat surface. Nearby was some sort of kneeler with padding. “That’s a spanking bench,” he said, following her gaze. “You will like that one.”

  Rose winced at the memory of her first spanking. She had never had such an experience, or such conflicted emotions. What was worse, she knew he was right.

  Robert opened a door to another room where Rose saw a naked young woman strapped to an X frame, a ball gag in her mouth and a vibrator strapped between her legs. It seemed to be on a timer, and when it turned on, her whole body writhed. She was groaning through the gag and drooling. There was a puddle under her from the numerous orgasms she’d had throughout her ‘torture.’ There was a man with her, talking to her and calling her names.