"I want you to be free of all financial concerns," he said, slipping the laptop and her notes into the wall safe of his drawing room. "You wouldn't be able to give yourself completely to me if you were worried about your debts, and I demand nothing less than your full devotion."
"Thank you, Master," Kathryn replied, shocked at his generosity and feeling the weight of her worries lift from her. Nobody had ever given her such a gift, but it wasn't the money that filled her thoughts. Instead she was thrilled with the idea of being able to serve her Master more fully. Now she had relinquished the last remnants of her former life she could begin anew. She could be completely his, free of the shadow of her former self.
Master locked the safe and returned to his armchair, beckoning Kathryn to fall into position two on the cushion before it. She happily dropped to her knees, slipping her hands behind her back and locking them in reverse prayer, palms pressed together between her shoulder blades, fingers pointing upwards as Mistress Victoria had taught her. The tight fabric of her t-shirt, the last of her street clothes, stretched taut across her breasts, and in this position kneeling before him Kathryn felt her nipples firm, pressing against the cotton and standing proud for Master to see. At Master's order she had already removed her skirt and panties.
"I notice," he said, "you've found great comfort in Amelie these past few days."
Kathryn was unsure if he expected a response. She was learning to remain silent unless asked a direct question, so instead of replying she simply nodded, keeping her gaze lowered to Master's knees.
"It can be good to have a friend to confide in, but I fear placing you in Amelie's care may have been... unwise. I'm sure you've noticed by now that she has a tendency for disobedience, and I'd like to avoid having her pass on that undesirable trait to you. Do you understand?"
Kathryn nodded. "Yes, Master, as you say." She felt disappointed that she might see less of Amelie -the girl had really helped her adjust to living in Master's service, and she always had good advice to offer - but she understood Master's concerns about her disobedience.
He stood, pacing to a cabinet by the window. Kathryn kept her eyes firmly on the ground but she heard the dull clink of ice falling into a glass, followed by the glug of Master's scotch pouring from a decanter.
"I'm going to move you into your own room," he said, finally, returning to Kathryn glass in hand. "But with this responsibility will come new duties. It will be your job to keep your room tidy, for one. I will not tolerate messiness."
Master reached out without warning and placed his glass on Kathryn's head, holding it for a moment to be sure it would remain still. She froze, suddenly conscious of every tiny movement of her body, terrified that the glass may slip to the ground. Terrified that she might disappoint him with her poor posture.
Master continued as if nothing had happened. "Since you arrived I'm afraid I haven't been able to give you as much time as I would have liked, and for that I'd like to apologize From this point on your training will continue with a new intensity, and you'll learn what it truly means to serve me. Do you understand?"
Kathryn almost nodded before she remembered the glass balanced precariously on her head. "Yes, Master, I understand."
Her arms began to ache, and her fingers began to send the light stabs of warning pain that preceded the dreaded attacks of pins and needles that always hit her in this position. She dreamed of releasing her pose, of tilting her head to relieve the discomfort, but she knew to do so would result in punishment. This pain, she thought, was more than enough for her. Could she handle any more?
Master continued, oblivious to her discomfort. "Your training will encompass all aspects of your life, from the sexual to the mundane. First we'll begin to work on your body. I'll help you develop the flexibility you'll need to adequately serve me. You will spend at least an hour of each day working on improving your strength and stamina in the gym, and you'll spend a further hour working under Mistress Victoria to correct your atrocious posture and poise. She will also provide training in elocution and body language."
Kathryn nodded slightly, then froze as she felt the glass shift a fraction of an inch. She held her breath, expecting at any moment to see it tumble and shatter on the hardwood floor. It remained in place but now Kathryn's head was tilted slightly to the right, causing her neck to scream out in protest as her muscles strained uncomfortably.
"You will also shadow your fellow subs in order to learn new skills I may find useful. You'll learn to run my kitchen and perform other household tasks. An instructor will visit daily to teach you to play the piano, and you will learn how to sew, knit and perform repairs on your clothing. Do you understand, Kathryn?"
"I understand, Master." She nodded again, but this time she wasn't so fortunate. The glass slipped sideways, and in her panic to save it from falling she broke her pose and reached to her head. Too late. The glass shattered before her hands ever reached it.
Kathryn tensed in anticipation of the blow, but it never came. Instead Master simply walked back to his cabinet in silence, waiting until he poured another drink before speaking. "Finally, I'll begin to administer emotional and sexual training. You'll learn how to keep yourself in a constant state of arousal, and to control your orgasms to the point at which you can hold yourself at the edge of climax until I choose to release you. I'll help you discover new methods of enjoying your body. Your training will challenge you and push you to your very limits, but it must be done if you wish to serve me." He nodded to the broken glass before her. "Clean that up."
Kathryn dropped to all fours immediately, lifting the intact, heavy base of the glass to use as a bowl to collect the small fragments. She wasn't surprised when she felt the cold weight of Master's second glass rest on the small of her back. She froze her body in place, resting her elbows on the wooden floor, and went about her task moving only her lower arms.
Master watched dispassionately as she carefully lifted the shards from the floor, and when her hands were full he simply gestured to the waste bin beside the cabinet. "Throw it out," he ordered.
Now Kathryn knew she must take care. The heavy tumbler rested at the curve of her spine, and she knew any sudden movements would send it the way of the first. She shuffled slowly on her elbows and knees, feeling the sharp pinpricks of invisible shards of glass she'd missed. She worried they'd break the skin, but she was too concerned about the wobbling glass on her back to stop to check herself for cuts.
Finally she reached the trash can and slowly, carefully lowered the broken glass inside. When she turned clumsily back to face Master she found him standing over her, reaching for the glass, and the moment he lifted it from her back she sighed with relief, taking her first full breath in minutes.
"Good girl, Kathryn," he said, reaching down to pat her ass gently. "Stand up and show me your knees."
Kathryn rose from the floor, her knees and elbows throbbing with pain from the hardwood floor. She looked down as she stood and noticed a small bead of blood swelling from a nick on her right knee, and Master immediately ushered her to the armchair, lowering her gently, tenderly to the seat. Silently he poured a splash of his scotch across the wound, washing away the blood, and peered closely at the small wound before dipping his fingers into his glass. Once again he poured a little scotch across the wound, and Kathryn winced as he carefully picked a tiny shard of glass from her knee, flicking it away to the corner of the room. The cut was almost invisible, the pain non-existent, and almost instantly the flow of blood ended.
"I apologize, Kathryn. I didn't mean to cause you harm."
Kathryn smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Master, but it doesn't hurt."
He smiled. "Good. In that case, we can begin. Today, Kathryn, I'm going to begin to teach you about orgasm control. You'll learn how to be a good girl and only come when I tell you to. If at any point you fail to control yourself the punishment will be swift and severe."
"Yes, Master," Kathryn murmured, excited about the pleasure to come but nerv
ous that she might disappoint Master. She knew she had a tendency to lose control during sex, and even while playing with herself she often came before she was ready. She never seemed to have to willpower to pull back from the edge once a certain point had been reached.
"Remove your clothing and kneel at my feet. I want to enjoy the sight of your body."
Kathryn slid from the seat the floor and pulled her t-shirt over her head, tossing it aside as Master took the chair she'd vacated. She felt his eyes on her as she settled into a comfortable position, enjoying the feeling of being silently watched.
On her knees and staring at the floor she could see Master in her peripheral vision, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She waited for him as he undressed, and as he kicked off his shoes and slid his trousers from himself she realized with surprise that this would be the first time she'd seen him naked. On the two occasions they'd spent time together he'd remained in his suit, only exposing his manhood when he was good and ready to take her.
Kathryn couldn't resist sneaking a glance at his body as his trousers slipped to the floor. He wore no underwear, something she'd suspected when she was with him before, and as it became clear he didn't object to her watching him she finally took in the details of the body she'd only seen encased in a beautifully cut suit.
Master was perfect. Despite the fact that he had at least ten years on her age his skin was sublime, smooth and unmarked but for a small, circular scar beneath his left nipple. Even while seated there wasn't a trace of fat on his belly. His tanned, firm torso stretched down from tight pectorals to his pelvis, angling sharply to meet his muscular thighs, between which sat the thick, long shaft Kathryn had dreamed of since meeting him. Even now it swelled as he watched her, growing perceptibly with each heartbeat as his hunger for her flooded his loins.
Kathryn couldn't break her gaze from Master's manhood. She knew it wasn't her place to stare but the swiftly growing member entranced her, and between her thighs she felt her pussy moisten in response, as if preparing itself for his arrival. She ached to lean forward and take it between her lips. Just inches away, she thought longingly.
Master didn't move to join her. Instead he took his own cock in hand and ran his fingers from base to tip, pausing at the top of his stroke to press his thumb against the firm, dark head.
He spoke. "You must learn that your body is subservient to the mind, just as you are subservient to me. I can issue an order and expect you to obey without question, and you must learn to have that same relationship within yourself. Watch how I control my body."
Kathryn stared as Master took the throbbing head of his penis between thumb and forefinger and lightly squeezed. Almost immediately his erection began to subside, and just moments later the dark shaft was once again soft, resting heavily against his thigh. He smiled down at her and reached out a hand to allow her to sniff his fingers, and then slipped his thumb in her mouth to coat it with her saliva.
Once again Kathryn stared as he returned his hand to his cock, and watched his slide his wet thumb across the dark, bulbous head until it stirred into life once more. It swelled, slowly rising towards his belly until it was solid and firm, and then once again he lightly squeezed the tip until it fell lazily to his thigh.
Kathryn pointed her gaze to the floor, speaking quietly so as to assure Master of her subservience. "Master, may I use my mouth to make you hard?"
Master smiled and his eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "Ah yes, this will make a good demonstration of self control. You may use your mouth in any way you please to try to make me climax." He reached down to his suit jacket and withdrew his cell phone. " I'll set a countdown for ten minutes. If you succeed in drawing an orgasm from me before the alarm rings, or if I am unable to come into your mouth at the exact moment the countdown is over, I will allow you to come today." He slid himself to the edge of the seat and tapped the screen of his phone. "You may begin."
Kathryn grinned, excited at the prospect of the challenge. She knew she was good with her mouth, and she was certain she could coax an orgasm from Master given such a generous length of time.
She moved slowly, confident that a gentle, teasing approach would work best. Her arms slipped behind her and she clasped her hands behind her back, balanced her body comfortably and dipped her head to Master's thighs. With soft, gentle kisses she worked her way up towards his crotch, pausing briefly to lick and nibble at the sensitive skin between his legs. She couldn't help but smile as she felt him shiver in response to her warm breath, and when she reached the soft, heavy mass at his center he tensed as she lightly took him into her mouth.
As his flaccid member slipped between her lips Kathryn realized she'd never so much as touched a penis that wasn't erect. It felt strange, the soft, heavy mass resting on her tongue, but when she felt the pulse of Master's heartbeat throbbing through the swelling shaft she felt her pussy gush with excitement. Quickly it grew to fill her, extending to the back of her tongue while she held her lips snug around the base. Her nipples hardened and she released a low, rumbling moan as she imagined it continuing to grow until it filled her completely, spreading down her throat and into her stomach, swelling until Master and her were locked in this position for ever.
Only when she felt Master had become fully erect inside her did she begin to move. She slowly drew back, sucking him like a lollipop, coating him with her warm saliva before beginning to gently bob her head back and forth. Her lips slid down towards the trimmed hair at his base, pushing slowly until she felt the bulging head reach the back of her tongue. Master tensed beneath her, clearly enjoying the wet, smacking sound her throat made as his thick head slid to her tonsils.
She held him there for a moment, swallowing to squeeze his shaft between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, and she was rewarded with a warm, salty gush of pre-come that dribbled from his tip and slid down her throat.
Now Kathryn felt Master was warmed up and ready for further stimulation. She withdrew completely, sucking the delicious pre-come from his glistening head as her lips left him, and then ran her tongue down to his heavy balls. Lightly, carefully, she took one into her mouth, gently sucking the firm oval until she felt Master flinch above her. She smiled inwardly, enjoying the sensation of causing the touch of pain she suspected he enjoyed. His appreciative moans told her she'd judged correctly.
"Five minutes," he whispered between gasps.
It's already been five minutes? Kathryn felt a twinge of doubt in her mind. Usually by now she'd have a man begging for release, desperate to shoot his hot load in her mouth, across her cheek or onto her breasts. Master was clearly in better control than the men she'd pleasured in the past.
Now, she decided, was the time to push for Master's limits. She brought her hands from behind her back and wrapped a fist around his bulging shaft, enjoying the warmth against her skin. With one hand holding him steady she sent her tongue probing to the base of his balls, searching for the patch of skin between his base and his asshole she knew brought on explosive ejaculations when pressed during orgasm. While slowly stroking his firm, wet cock along its length she pushed the tip of her tongue into the tight, puckered skin, feeling Master tense beneath her touch.
Now Master's groans changed, quickening to an almost desperate pant. He whispered to her as she tongued the tight base of his balls, encouraging her. "Oh, that's incredible," he moaned. "Good girl." With each word she licked and probed more strongly, determined to feel his come before the alarm sounded, but she was beginning to realize her tongue was exciting him but not drawing him any closer.
Finally, desperately, she ran her tongue back to his cock, instead using her fingers to press lightly on his perineum while feverishly fucking him with her mouth, transforming her tongue and lips into a wet, hungry pussy for his enormous shaft. His moans reached fever pitch, his stomach muscles flexing before her eyes. She knew she had him now. She knew he wouldn't be able to resist coming any longer.
She was right. With a ragged, breathless moan Master gripped the
arms of his chair and came with full force into Kathryn's throat. The hot, salty jet of come bathed the inside of her mouth, spilling from her lips and pouring down Master's cock as yet more juice flowed from him and into her. She kept sucking and licking triumphantly, hoping to please him well enough to convince him to reward her with his cock in her tight, dripping pussy.
It was then that she heard the alarm. In her distracted state she hadn't noticed it sounding, and as she pulled her mouth from around Master's cock she saw him smiling. He was holding the cell phone, showing her the display. 15, 16, 17... The numbers now counted up, having reached zero at the exact moment Master had fired his warm, delicious seed into her hungry mouth.
"Control, Kathryn," he said, smiling placidly. "This will be the most important thing I can teach you today, the power to control your body as I can." He stood, grasping the back of Kathryn's head and holding it still as he ran the wet, bulging tip of his erection from her forehead down to her mouth. His final squirt of come ran down the side of her nose, and he held her steady as he slid himself back between her lips, waiting while she cleaned him with her tongue.
"You will spend the next hour masturbating by my side while I work. You may not climax, and if I dip my fingers into your pussy to check your arousal I expect to draw them away dripping with your honey. You will bring yourself to the brink of orgasm, and then prevent yourself from succumbing. Do you understand your orders?"
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