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Chapter 2
The girl sits up, arms wrapping around her upper body in fear as she hears the sound of a doorknob turning, eyes fixated towards the deep grating sound, blinking as light filters into the deep black she is sitting in, unable to see anything other than shadows in the doorway, the bright light behind the figure blinding her, her hand raising to block the light, unwittingly letting go of her t-shirt that she had held on to so tightly for safety.
Hearing the sound of the boots on the floor, approaching her slowly, resonating in her senses, each thud to the floor making her body jerk slightly, the sound of her own voice whimpering from trembling lips.
The sound startles her, fingertips pressing to suddenly dry lips, pressing in, nails giving her the feeling of pain that helps her focus and not skitter backwards on the floor. The figure stops before her, boots so close to her knees she can feel the heat of them, eyes slowly trailing up long legs and over a broad chest, her breath catching as her head has to tilt back to see the face of the Man who has approached her, mewing out in fear at the look of coldness in His eyes, her belly twisting in a knot as she struggles to rise, her hands pushing against the floor in an effort to stand before Him in some feeble show of strength, gasping out as she hears Him speak, "down, bitch, on your knees, where you belong."
Eyes growing wide in her face as she slowly comprehends what He just said to her, a look of anger crosses her features as she opens her mouth to reply, a scream escaping her throat as her senses reel from the feel of His hand backhanding her, "I said knees, bitch, I suggest you learn this lesson right now, before I have to teach it again, you will not like the second time."
Knees slowly folding beneath her, her hand caressing her bruised cheekbone, tears springing hotly to her eyes, unable to believe she is obeying this voice she doesn't even know, the solidity of the floor beneath her shins gives her a strange sense of comfort, even as her mind rebels.
Hands rubbing at her upper arms, head shaking rapidly to clear her thoughts as she hears Him speak again, "good girl, you respond well, hopefully you will not need to many corrections, most are worse than the one you just received, you need to remember you signed yourself over to us for a time that we shall determine. you will either pass or fail, find yourself or lose a piece of yourself to us, but regardless, you will leave this place either secure in who you are, or wishing you had taken more time to learn. I am not gentle, I am not caring, I am not here to be your lover, I am here to teach you and guide you in finding your 'belly', that place deep in yourself that responds to a Man's strict control, the need you have that flickers to respond to my telling you what to do, the sweet release you will find as you discover and accept this, in yourself, in all ways.
"I may hurt you, I may allow you pleasure, but whatever I do to you, you will learn to enjoy, and crave with your whole being, it will not be –me- you crave, it will be the control a strong Dominant person can give you that allows you to finally be free in yourself."
As he finished speaking, he turned to leave, walking away from the girl huddled on the floor caressing a tender face , her voice cries out to Him, "please...please stop, please, I have questions, I'm confused, I have to…there are...hygiene issues I need to take care of, please do not leave me like this".
The man turns and returns to standing before the girl on the floor, t-shirt, and panties her only protection from His gaze, His voice speaking to her as if from a distance, "lights will be turned on in here, left on at all times, until you adjust to what you are about to learn. It is a big adjustment, and I realize you may need some time, understand that not much will be granted. I am not here to cater to you, but to teach you to cater to the whims of others. At all times you will notice a bucket in one corner of the room. That is your bathroom for the time being. There will be fresh cloths and water brought in every 2 hours for you. In another corner, you will see two bowls, these are for you to eat from. You will not use your hands. You will bend over the dishes and eat like a pet, a pet who needs to learn her place. Be fully warned that if you go against these orders, you will find yourself strictly punished."
She gasps out as she hears Him, tears falling down her cheeks as her eyes scan the room, seeing the items He has pointed out to her, body recoiling, mind rebelling against the thought of what He is saying to her. Unable to utter a single sound as He turns to leave, the solid thud of the door behind Him and the click of the lock. The last sounds she hears other than her own breathing as she scampers to the far wall and pulls her knees to her chest, her arms wrapping around them , trying to find a way out of what she has just realized may be the worst thing she has ever done in her life. Struggling to ignore the small niggling worm at the back of her mind that tells her she is greatly, greatly needing to allow herself to experience this. The flutter in her heart that she tries to stop, not wanting to believe she can possibly ever do these humiliating things. Her eyes slowly drift shut as she cries herself to sleep, body curled against the wall, her thoughts running rampant in her short nap.
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