by Susan Sass
“Now, you have a choice.” tiffany explained, not unkindly. “You can kneel down on all fours and we can do this the easy way, or I can call for a couple of guards to restrain you and we can do it the hard way.”
Faith swallowed the lump in her throat and bit down on her lip as she nodded. She knew this was true, true now and true for what was going to happen to her after that. There was no way to stop this. And even contemplating disobedience was frightening. The hole was still there behind Aya’s cottage and still there in her Mind, growing even deeper, wetter, and darker in her imagination with each thought of fight or flight.
Faith swallowed again, swallowed down the lump of fear and took a deep breath as she let tiffany push her forward. She’d never needed to be purged before but knew, while it Might be uncomfortable, it wasn’t a painful ordeal in general, it just seemed the ultimate violation. She had very little doubt what she was being prepared for and that was the main source of her panic. Trembling, she stepped onto the mat and knelt. Tiffany had watched as the war that had been fought, the thoughts and emotions unguarded on the girls face. When Faith took that breath, she nodded with satisfaction. Now was the time when the more a slave in training did voluntarily, the better. Before starting the purging, she took a moment to stroke the length of Faith’s back.
“Good girl.” Tiffany said. “It’s really not all that horrible. We’ll only do half a bag at a time so you don’t cramp as badly. It’ll be over before you know it.”
Aya’s cell phone chirped on her nightstand. Recognizing JD’s ring, it brought her fully awake.
“Good morning, pet.” Aya allowed herself a warm smile at the sound of her Master’s voice.
“Good morning, Master.” She replied in a soft voice she reserved only for him. “I take it Faith has started her day?”
“Tiffany has her in hand now. She should be knocking on your door in about an hour or so.”
“Everything is ready for her, Master.”
“Good, take your time with her. There’s no rush. I’ve got a lot to do today so I don’t want her back until after supper.” JD’s voice mellowed from business like to warm and humorous. “I’m sure you can think of things to keep her entertained until then.”
Aya’s laugh in reply was dark and full of wickedly fun portent. “Oh, I believe I can come up with something.”
“She was really a good girl last night,” JD continued. “You’ve done an excellent job as usual.”
A pang of guilt washed over her. She never was comfortable with compliments and she was well aware that this time, she’d failed him in many ways.
“Well, I can’t take all the credit.” She gazed affectionately at the sleeping slave curled in a ball at the foot of her bed. “I had a lot of help.”
“Things are working out beautifully. Faster than I expected.” JD paused a few moments. “At any rate, reward her before starting the primary lesson. She’s really imprinted on you, more so than most at this stage of the game. A little positive reinforcement will go a long way if it comes from you in particular.”
“Of course, Sir.”
“One more thing, delegate your duties, including watching over her for say… five days from now and I will do the same. We deserve a holiday and we haven’t had time alone with each other in ages. Make the arrangements and we’ll take off for a couple of days. We’ll go to our spot.”
Aya closed her eyes as she felt her throat tighten and her heart swell. Time alone with Master was a precious gift that was rarely given anymore due to their mutually busy schedules. There was nothing in the world she craved more.
“Thank you, Master,” was all Aya could manage.
“Well, talk to you later, pet.”
“Good bye, Master.”
Aya replaced the phone and rolled onto her back. She could hardly wait. Two days alone with HIM. That would be heaven. She stretched slowly, luxuriously, her feet pressing into the back of the sleeping slave. Bringing herself back to the present, she frowned a little. The slave had slept though the entire conversation and hadn’t waked at her touch.
She gazed at the back presented to her and watched the even breathing. Aya sighed. Well, the poor thing was probably worn out. Between the extra duties she’d demanded, the party and then last night, it wasn’t a wonder. She’d used this one well. She admired the thin, red welts that laced along the slave’s shoulders, back, hips and upper thighs. Aya had to admit, when it came to decorating a body with a cane or lash, she was an artist. She gave the body firmer kick.
“Rise and shine.” She said with genuine cheerfulness.
Marc rolled over to face his Mistress, even sleepy, his warm brown eyes danced merrily. His unbound hair fell across his shoulders and down his chest in a lustrous ebony cascade. His chest and belly bore the same lovely pattern of welts as his backside. He rose gracefully to his knees, thighs wide apart. His half erect cock sported lacings as well. The gift of a Miniature cat o’ nine tails he’d given her for her birthday last year did its work beautifully, she was glad to get a chance to use it on him.
“Good morning, Mistress.” Deep blue eyes met her dark almond ones. “How can this one be of service?”
‘Morning breath be damned,’ Aya thought as she sat up and gave him a kiss, ‘I’m in too good of a mood today to care.’ In less than a week, she could put everything out of her Mind and just concentrate on JD. Nothing could make things any better. Breaking the kiss, she leaned back and raked her long nails that the young man was so fond of down the still tender flesh of his chest to his navel. His hiss against their assault and his almost instantaneous full erection rewarded her. If he hadn’t been nearly spent from all the activities the last two days, Aya would have been very tempted to take up where they left off last night, but the Master required his services later that afternoon and even the virile Marc needed some time to recover before then.
“Unfortunately, I have a full day scheduled, so…” she drew her nails along the length of decorated shaft, sighing and drawing her face into an almost pout of mock regret. He was after all, a magnificent specimen. Cruelly, she pinched the very tip of his glans, eliciting an even sharper intake of breath through Marc’ teeth and a violent bob of his now rock hard cock. Laughing darkly, she let released him “…go fix my tea. There are croissants on the counter and strawberry jelly in the fridge. Bring several to share.” She was interrupted by a soft snore emanating from the floor at the foot of her bed. “Wake up Rip Van Winkle first. He can attend me, while you get breakfast.”
“Anything my beautiful tigress wishes.” Marc reach down and gave the sleeping victor a loud slap on his thigh eliciting a surprised grunt and yelp and left for the kitchen.
Quickly orientating to surroundings and duty, Victor crawled from around the foot of the bed to kneel at his Mistress’ feet to greet and request to serve her. His body sported stripes almost identical to Marc’. Aya s a slow smile. This was definitely going to be a good day.
The tea readied and the croissants warmed and arraigned on a tray, Marc found his Mistress dressed and seated at her security monitors. His fellow slave just finished brushing out her long hair and putting in a tight bun on the top of her head. Aya dismissed victor, giving him the rest of the day off like all the others who had performed the night before. Victor kissed her feet and thanked her before bidding Marc a very fond goodbye and left.
Marc placed the tray on a small service table, poured the tea and presented it to Aya with all the grace and flair of a waiter at a five star restaurant. It was almost comical to watch him, for he was still nude as was her established preference. When Aya was served, he knelt at her feet. His eyes observing the one monitor in particular that held her special interest. It was the view of the bathing area at the clinic.
“Things seem to be flowing rather nicely.” Marc quipped and then winced as Aya’s stiletto elbow connected with his ribs.
“One more sick pun and I’ll revoke the honor bestowed upon you,” Aya threatened.
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p; “Honor?” Marc arched an elegant eyebrow, intrigued.
“You are to report to the clinic.” Aya handed him a slip of paper with orders for tiffany. “You’re scheduled for a vitamin B shot and a whirlpool, then report to Ramona for an adjustment and massage. After that you are to rest, drink plenty of fluids and join Master after supper. Make no further plans for the evening.”
“I take it my dance card is full?”
“You Might say that.” Aya nodded and fed him a piece of croissant, allowing him to lick the excess butter and jelly from her fingertips. “You’ll be assisting the Master in a tutorial. I can’t give you the details, but I can say that you will definitely get a taste of virgin flesh.”
Chapter 2
When tiffany handed Faith over to Aya, she assessed the trainee’s state of Mind quickly. She was satisfied to see that, while there was a bit of trepidation, which was to be expected, considering what Faith had just been put through. This one wasn’t stupid. She knew what an enema meant.
What pleased Aya most was the sullen expression. She was submitting perfectly, but her demeanor was that of a small child who’d obediently completed a chore she loathed and had been a hair’s breadth of losing control and throwing a temper tantrum. Yes, Faith still had some fight left in her. Aya was certain that eventually, she would have another marvelous battle or two to look forward to winning.
“Hang your dress on the peg by the door and come here.”
Aya walked over to her desk and sat, seemingly turning her attention to the computer. Faith obeyed quickly and silently, kneeling as trained. Aya went over rosters and invoices for several Minutes, letting anticipation battle with boredom. She didn’t have to wait long. Out of the corner of her eye, Aya caught Faith shifting her position ever so slightly as muscles, unaccustomed to being held so still, tightened and started to ache. Her sharp ears picked up almost inaudible sighs. Aya worked a few Minutes more to make sure her charge’s nerves were a little more frayed before turning to Faith at last.
“You look a mess.” Aya said feigning irritation.
Faith’s eyes widened for a moment, realizing the sight she must have been. She been pulled straight from bed, her braids, so beautiful the night before, were loose and half undone, hurriedly had her shift thrown at her and dragged off to the clinic where she alternately half stood on her head and sat on a toilet. When that was finally finished, she was whisked off to Aya’s cottage without being given even a washcloth to wipe her face. She lowered her gaze to the floor and turned crimson.
“I’m s-s-sorry, M-m-Mistress,” Faith stammered. “I wasn’t allowed the chance to groom.”
Aya stared down at the horrified slave at her feet, watching the deepening blush spread to her breasts. Now was the time to get busy. Lessons needed learning even if some of those lessons were couched in rewards.
“Silly girl.” Aya sighed. “Are you expecting a punishment for something you had no control over?”
“Y-y-yes, Mistress…I mean, no, Mistress…I mean,” Faith sighed with frustration. “I mean, I don’t know.”
“I don’t waste my time punishing slaves for imaginary offenses. I’m too busy dealing with real ones. Besides,” she raised Faith’s chin with the crook of her index finger, forcing her to meet her eyes. “If I want to beat you for no reason other than my pleasure, I will. I don’t need to make up an excuse, understand?”
The red color drained from Faith’s face and paled. She swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good, girl. I suppose since I put those braids in, I should be the one to take them out. On my vanity, you will find a pick and brush. Get them and bring them to me and hurry or I will use the back of the brush on your ass.”
Grateful for something to do rather than kneeling, transfixed on her Mistress’ penetrating eyes, Faith rushed to do as she was told. Aya instructed her to sit and began to attack the mass of tangles. As she worked, Aya chatted lightly about many things. She talked about the party, her opinion of the woman who claimed James, her plans to redo a few things on the dormitories, she even mentioned a few things about the changes in training methods since she was a postulant.
“We wore white ribbons. I prefer the collars we use today. The ribbons had to be changed constantly, they got grimy so fast. The collars are waterproof and a quick wipe takes care of the dirt. Of course, there were a several novices back then. Master was just building his empire. Many things were worked out by trial and error. We’ve come a long way. Things run much more efficiently now, fewer Mistakes are made and the results are better, more refined.”
Faith had the strangest feeling that Aya was confiding in her a little bit, giving her just a bit of trust. Even though she knew it was ridiculous, she felt good, honored even. As Aya began applying the brush, Faith relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy it.
“I love the way the braids rippled your hair, little slave.” Aya crooned as she stroked. “It looks like a stream cascading over stones. Perhaps Master will allow me to order it permed.”
“Will it hurt a lot, Mistress?” Faith asked suddenly, unable to hold the question in any longer.
“What? A perm?” Aya asked deliberately Misunderstanding the meaning behind Faith’s outburst. “Not as long as the rods are twisted correctly.”
“Not the perm…” Faith trailed off, self-consciously.
“Then what, little slave? Don’t be afraid to put it into words. Tell me your fears.”
“Will it hurt when he…” Faith tried again. “When he…uses my, my bottom.”
“Cut out the euphemisms. Say it plainly. Get used to the words Master likes. What you are asking is if it will if it will hurt when you’re fucked in the asshole, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Then say it.” Aya accentuated the command with a pop of the back of the brush to Faith’s thigh.
Faith jumped and squeaked at the sudden sting, drew a breath and blushing once more, let her reworded question spill out.
“Will ithurt when he fucks myassholeMistress?”
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Aya resumed her brushing. “It depends on the slave. I’m not going to lie to you. There will be some discomfort at least the first few times. How much depends on your attitude, if you fight it or relax and go with it, and your anatomy.
"Some slaves love it, prefer it even. Some find a certain amount of pleasure, but it’s not a favorite. Others never learn to like it but all are required to accommodate anyone who is using them if that what he or she wants, so they learn to tolerate it and act enthusiastic even if they hate it. It is something they aren’t allowed to refuse.”
Faith bit her lower lip, nodding. For now, it was something she would have to endure, no choice in the matter, like almost everything else except for the one thing and it suddenly seemed more precious than ever.
“Don’t worry,” Aya didn’t expect Faith to jump for joy, but she didn’t want her to panic when the time came either. “We will be taking our time today doing exercises that will dilate you and get you used to having your rectum filled. That way it will be easier on you tonight with less chance of tearing. After all, Master hates it when his property is damaged.
“There’s no rush for now. We’ve all day. For now, let’s get you cleaned up. I’ve a surprise for you before we begin.”
Aya led Faith to the bathroom and explained that where she went to school, she was taught it was polite to clean and exfoliate before entering a shared bath. She had Faith run the water in the tub and add fragrant salts then she stepped in the shower and taught Faith the proper way to wash her. Faith tried to concentrate on the mechanics and ignore the sensations of running her hands over her Mistress’ body.
Before she knew it, they were in the tub together. Faith sat with her back against the tub, legs spread and Aya was lounging between her legs, using her body as a back rest. Faith sat very still, afraid to move, not knowing what to do, where to rest her arms. Aya leaned back and used Faith’s shoulder as
a pillow.
“Mmm, this is nice. I love to relax in a tub of hot water.” Taking a large sponge, she slowly began to massage it over her body, knowing Faith was watching her every move. “Put your arms around my Middle and hold me so I don’t slip.”
Faith did as she was told and again the close connection to her Mistress’ flesh sent waves of sensation like an electrical current up her arms to the core of her being. Aya continued her languid bathing for several Minutes, allowing Faith to feast her eyes.
Finally she reached up and caught the back of Faith’s neck in her hand and pulled her head down for a long, deep kiss. She held her there, her tongue exploring the softness of her lips, the sweet taste of her mouth until she felt Faith begin to relax and respond. It didn’t take long.
