Her Master's Teacher

by Lily White

  He stepped out and I watched until every inch of him had gone. I returned my attention to Marcus to find a bemused expression on his face.

  “Would you like to talk to Holland first?”

  I shook my head, my own cheeks burning with embarrassment for having been caught ogling a student.

  “No. Please continue.”

  Marcus rambled on for thirty minutes about why he would be unable to complete the assignment. Basically, it boiled down to his inability to cancel plans for a math conference in the mid-west. I knew that math was his major and his passion and I wasn’t able to refuse his request for additional time. Technically, it wasn’t fair to the other students to grant him an extension. If granting it was what it took to shut him up, I was willing to do just that.

  “Marcus. That’s fine. I’ll give you a week extension.”

  He continued talking. Mostly thanking me for my kindness in an anxious manner. However, his words fell on deaf ears. I was focused on another student at that moment; one that I knew was waiting outside my office for a reason I didn’t yet know. Most likely, Holland had plans to be spending his time lazing beneath the sun in some exotic location and would attempt to request an extension as well. Somehow the thought didn’t make me feel any less nervous to have him waiting outside my door.

  “…So, I just wanted to thank you again, Ms. Elliot. It really means a lot…”

  Holding up my hand to silence him, I said, “It’s no problem, Marcus. I promise. Is there anything else you need?”

  “No ma’am.” He stood up, smiling nervously before quickly exiting the room. Sitting back in my chair, I grew nervous knowing that Holland would walk in next.

  I couldn’t understand what it was about him that set me on edge. I was a psychologist. I’d studied and counseled people with all sorts of psychiatric disorders and I’d even spent some time in a state institution in order to earn my degree. Nothing shocked me. Nothing set me off guard. Every human being was nothing more than a living machine running on instincts, emotions and thoughts regulated by a mixture of different enzymes, neurotransmitters and hormones. I’d never found anything remotely mystical or mysterious about any person I’d run across. However, Holland for some odd reason raised the hairs on the back of my neck. Even with the trepidation he created inside me, there was also a simmering heat and a curiosity about the man who must have been at least ten years younger than me.

  Ten minutes passed, my fingers slowly and nervously thrumming on the desk in front of me. He didn’t walk through the door and I didn’t hear any sound coming from the corridor outside my office. It was a suffocating silence, laden with confusion and a simultaneous reprieve. Unable to bear it any longer, I pushed up from my chair and took quick steps across my office to peek outside the door.

  The corridor was empty.

  A cool relief spread across my nervous and heated skin at his absence. Blowing out a breath, I silently scolded myself for any of the emotions I’d allowed to slowly consume me regarding this particular student. He was just another beautiful face within a sea of people I was hired to teach.

  He was not a man I could allow myself to admire.

  He was not a man I could allow myself to want.

  But most of all, he was not a man about whom I needed to worry.

  He was a student. I was his teacher.

  It was as simple as that.

  Chapter Three

  Holland

  Her scream was part pain, part pleasure; the high-pitched cry ringing through the small room. With each soft stroke of the crop, she moaned. It was a blistering slap that followed when her voice filled the air.

  A wicked grin peeked out from my lips despite my attempts to keep my thoughts and reaction hidden. Aiden would have my head to know that I allowed even a small bit of my satisfaction to leak out in my expression during the final stages of her transformation. The courtesans were created for the amusement of their owners and not for the Masters that trained them.

  “On your knees and face your Master. I want your hands out to accept what I give them.”

  Aiden’s voice filled the space, his commands spoken on an authoritative voice.

  The courtesan took the position he ordered, positioning her body to stimulate and tease. Her breasts bulged out from beneath the red satin ties that crisscrossed her body, weaving down along her chest and abdomen to bloom out at her full hips.

  Prior to Aiden having rescued her from her former life, she’d been a waitress at a late night diner. Her hair had been pulled up into a thin ponytail, the ends frayed and small wisps pulled out beside her face. I’d been waiting in the car where Aiden had parked it in a heavily shadowed portion of the lot. He’d studied the area thoroughly and discreetly for a week prior to the abduction, making note of where surveillance cameras were located and also determining the schedule of the woman he watched. Taking her had been simple and without incident because she believed Aiden was escorting her out to a date after work. She had no family or friends to speak of and I’d noticed that her face or name never appeared in the news since her disappearance.

  Nobody reported her missing because nobody noticed she was gone.

  It was almost too easy.

  Placing the crop in her outstretched hands, Aiden stepped back looking over the way her body trembled with anticipation and need. She’d hated him the first night he had her, screamed so loud that Rebecca and I sat back in the office knowing that his initial breaking of her would be the most painful part. I’d watched Rebecca’s expression that night, noting the small bits of jealousy that flashed when Lori’s screams turned into loud moans.

  “What will you do with the crop, Courtesan?”

  “I’ll hold it until you take it back from me, Master.” Her voice was adoring, the gentle purr of a woman waiting for her release. It was up to Aiden or me as to whether she would receive it or not. My cock jumped in my pants at the sound of her words. Aiden, as usual, showed no signs of being encouraged or turned on by her response.

  “What will I do with the crop, Courtesan?

  “Whatever you want.”

  Aiden smiled. Reaching down, he caressed her cheek before stepping back and looking in my direction. “She’s to be passed off to Jeffery tonight. Typically, I don’t like a woman used before being presented to her new owner. However, since you helped train her, I’ll grant you one more time with her.”

  I glanced at Lori as Aiden spoke to me and saw sadness behind her eyes. Like every woman he’d trained, she’d fallen in love with him, had hoped that she would be able to change his mind about selling her off.

  Only one courtesan had been able to pull that off. It wasn’t because he refused to sell her. It was because nobody could possibly afford the price he set.

  Pushing off from where I’d been leaning against a back wall, I walked up to Lori, trading places with Aiden who slipped quietly from the room.

  “On your feet.”

  THIS…is where the feeling of power started to flood my body. Standing before a woman who wouldn’t refuse, couldn’t, if she knew what was good for her. Having been trained over a three month time period, she wanted what would be done to her, had learned to swim in the seduction that her role entailed. She was so much more than a body to be used by her owner. She was a shining light. Like a piece of fine jewelry or the perfect cut of a suit tailored to the body of the man who owned her, she existed to make him more powerful; more beautiful to the outside world. She waited patiently for his command. She used her natural talents to adorn the success, wealth and status he’d attained. She was not just a slave to his desires, but an acquisition that was adored. Once the courtesan learned that fact, she was set free in her sexuality. The restraints of a prudish and suffocating society were removed from her thoughts and actions.

  Lori stood before me, her body trembling with the need and desire that Aiden and I had helped her discover. Once broken down to her basic instincts, she was reshaped into pure seduction. A man could not look at this
woman without envisioning her bent over and submitting before him. The acquaintances of that man could not look at her without envying the man who owned her. It was a simple formula that had been inscribed into our most basic nature. Shunned by a society that refused to acquiesce to the natural drives of its populace, it was that nature that the Courtesans represented: women needing to be dominated and men needing to dominate.

  Only one had failed to be fully broken down in all the years that Aiden had been a Master: Rebecca. However, it was the dualism of submission and dominance between her body and mind that made her so special. As for Lori, that dualism did not exist. She was a submissive to the very core of her being.

  “Remove your ties.”

  She smiled, knowing that slowly unveiling her body to me would send blood into my cock, swelling until it was the perfect girth to fill her. Inch by inch, she removed the satin ties, unwinding them from around her pale skin, revealing the red marks that were imprinted from how tight the satin had bound her. Once removed, she still bore the crisscross pattern on her skin.

  Looking her over, a light growl emanated from my chest. “Move to the chains. I’ll position you as I see fit.”

  Her heels clicked over the floor, her hips swaying in motion with her steps. Reaching the set of chains that were positioned in a corner of the room, she stopped once she was beneath them, facing the wall until I moved behind her to attach her to the harness.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.” Her response was instantaneous.

  “Would it matter if you did not?”

  “No.”

  Stroking my hand down along her spine, I answered, “Good girl.”

  Reaching for the chains above her head, I brought them down on either side of her. “Bend over, hands behind your back, legs spread.”

  She complied immediately. No complaint. No question. It was exactly as she was supposed to behave. Connecting a chain to each of her cuffs, I reached up again bringing down a padded bar. Pulling the bar over her head and beneath her body, I positioned it so that her shoulders would rest on it to hold her weight. Once her upper body was in place, I locked a spreader bar between her legs, which would give me enough room to maneuver once she was suspended in the air.

  “Would you like to fly?”

  She purred, but gave the response that she was meant to give. “It doesn’t matter what I want. You are the Master.”

  I smiled. She was so well trained. I was almost jealous that I would have to give her up.

  Grabbing two ropes that were secured to rings in the ceiling, I pulled them down to secure them to two rings built into the specially designed spreader bar attached to her ankles. Stepping back, I admired my handy work while reaching over to flick the switch that would lift her into the air. The engine whirred quietly and I marveled at her body as it was lifted from the ground.

  When she was in position, I flicked the switch again, walking in her direction to look over the artwork that she’d become.

  Her arms were stretched out above her back, her upper body curved down with her ass presented beautifully. Her head hung low, hair cascading down along her face. I reached out and allowed the tip of my finger to run softly across her skin as I walked around to kneel down in front of her. Completely suspended, she was in pain from the way her arms were positioned behind her, but the bar beneath her kept her weight from causing any real damage to her shoulders. Pushing her hair aside, I looked into blue eyes that were already hazed over with both agony and need.

  “Are you ready for me, Courtesan?”

  “Yes.”

  Her breath was restrained by her position and that one word came out on a rough voice. My eyes closed in response to the pleasure that rushed through me. Drawing two fingers along her cheek, I pushed them between her lips, her mouth opening immediately to allow me access. The damp heat of her tongue flicked along the tips when she began to suckle them.

  “Yes, beautiful. You’re ready.”

  Standing up, I moved to position myself behind her. She was completely open to me and I ran my finger along the glistening skin between her legs. It was magnificent. Even in pain, she was turned on. Her body shuddered when I touched her and a moan rolled over her lips when I pushed my finger inside. Like her mouth, the damp heat seduced me, her muscles rippling along my finger and my cock pushing painfully against my pants.

  The sound of the door opening behind me at that moment aggravated me to no end. Turning around, I saw Aiden standing in the doorway, a serious expression plastered on his face as he looked over the courtesan I had suspended in the air.

  “That’s an interesting position. I’ll have to remember it.” His eyes flicked to me. “I need you in my office. Jeffrey is arriving early. She’ll need to be…” Looking at her once more, he paused before saying. “…released.”

  I could hear the resultant soft sobs coming from Lori. Poor thing had been looking for a release that I was now unable to grant her. Shrugging it off, I allowed my own body to cool down as I lowered her back to the floor and released her from the chains that bound her.

  Once again on her feet, I turned her to face me. “Crying is unbecoming of a Courtesan. If your owner grants you release, then fine. If not, you accept it. Do you understand?”

  Still sobbing, she responded, “Y-yes.”

  I sighed. Punishment wasn’t always required, but in this case, I could not let her behavior slide. Her new owner would be picking her up within a few hours and a crying woman was not the image of Aiden’s work that we wanted to present. Her job was not only to satisfy her owner, but also to represent the skill of the Master who trained her. Deciding a punishment at this point was not easy. I couldn’t mark her just before presentation. Most owners didn’t mind marks on their Courtesans if it was created by their own hand. A mark made by anyone else was not acceptable in that it showed she’d been used previously.

  One thing about owning or training a courtesan is knowing their fears. It’s the first part of their mind you attempt to discover as you break them down and separate them from their former life. It’s a valuable tool in training. The object is not to use their fears to completely fracture their fragile psyche, but instead to use it as a tool to prod them into the behavior you expect from them.

  For Lori, it was confinement. Claustrophobia was more than just a fear of tight spaces, it was also a fear of the loss of control. I wondered if the closet would still frighten her as much as it did when we first took her. Over the months of training, she’d learned to give up control, to let go and allow another person to lead her. I was interested to see if she was still afraid of being enclosed as she’d been before her transformation.

  “Since you cannot control your tears, I’m going to put you away for now. I don’t want to be in the presence of a bitch that cries.”

  Her bottom lip trembled and I grabbed her arm to lead her out of the room and into another room where the closet was contained. Nothing more than a six foot box, it resembled a standing coffin, a place where there would only be enough room to stand with her arms tucked behind her. I remembered the first night we locked her inside and the volume of her screams that lasted for hours on end. We didn’t need to use the box for anything more than a threat since that time, but tonight I wanted to see if she truly had given up all control.

  Pulling the lid aside, I motioned her inside with my other hand. “In you go. Until you can learn to stop crying, you’ll remain in here.”

  Her lip trembled more, but she walked into the closet, her eyes pointed down at the floor as they should be.

  Closing the lid, I simply said, “Be a good girl. No screaming.” It clicked closed and I threw the lock.

  There was nothing.

  Not a whimper.

  Not a scream.

  Satisfied with the success we’d achieved in training her, I left the room in route to Aiden’s office.

  Stepping through his doorway, I found him sitting at his desk, talking on his phone. My eyes searched the r
oom and I wasn’t surprised to find Rebecca kneeling on the floor.

  Facing the wall, her nose was pressed the floor and her bare ass was presented in the air. Across the white skin were the remnants of marks created by Aiden’s hand. I chuckled to myself wondering what she had done this time. She was the most rebellious courtesan I’d ever met, but sometimes I suspected she was that way due to her love of being punished. Aiden suspected it as well, so he came up with new punishments that didn’t involve the pain she desperately sought. Why he’d chosen to spank her this time, I didn’t know. However, looking at her, I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t be able to resist a slap or two myself.

  He ended his call and glanced between Rebecca and me. His eyes seemed to burn when he looked at her, a mixture of anger and need. Rather than acknowledging her by asking what she’d done, I sat down in the chair and said nothing, waiting to find out why Aiden needed me in the first place.

  “Red hair, blue eyes, tall and thin. At least a C-cup and wide hips.”

  It was a new order and I smiled in absolute joy because I knew a woman who fit the bill precisely.

  “How much?”

  “Fifty Thousand.”

  I nodded. “I know someone.”

  The left brow arched over his eye and he sat back against his chair. “Who is she?”

  “A teacher at the college. Fits the bill perfectly and the order is just in time for Spring Break. If we wait another week to take her, we’ll have some time before she goes unnoticed at the college.”

  “Do you know anything about her family and friends?” Always quick and to the point, Aiden didn’t play around when it came to his business. He never chose the wrong girl and he never failed in breaking the woman down…at least, since I’d been with him. He admitted to me once when we’d been smoking cigars that he’d killed a few women in his past. He’d been young and didn’t understand how far a person could be pushed. He didn’t regret what he’d done, just shrugged it off as a learning experience and moved on to the next.