CHAPTER THREE
The positions she had already heard about were embarrassing, but the idea of
ever being ordered to masturbate in front of others was mortifying. It only
reminded her that there were no doubt many things that James would demand that
will humiliate her and remind her of her lower position. Becca's eyes were
wide, her mouth dropping open slightly showing her shock at doing such a thing.
Quickly she closed her lips, as she did not want to appear doubtful of what she
herself had been seeking. Becca fought to keep her eyes lowered, as she was
required to.
When she heard the further instructions from James, Becca responded.
"Yes Master, understood." Becca swallowed hard and straightened her body where
she stood. Her back arched a little more as she pushed her elbows back, out far
on either side of her head.
"Your slave presents her body for your pleasure Master." She murmured, hoping
she understood one of the conditions she could remember from the Contract
correctly. Before any more hesitation, Becca unclasped her hands and reached
between her legs, spreading her glistening labia apart. The wetness was obvious,
and she knew James would see just how aroused she was already. "Your slave
presents her sex to you Master, for your pleasure."
Becca kept her eyes lowered, it was easier to keep moving that way and she
succeeded in turning her back to his gaze. Bending forward, her legs still
spread, Becca reached behind her and spread her buttocks to expose the tiny
rosebud nestled between her cheeks. Her voice shook more as she made her
declaration.
"Your slave presents her ass for you Master." Before she straightened and
turned back to face him. Her lips were parted slightly now as she enjoyed the
way she felt as she assumed the ordered positions.
Kneeling now, Becca sighed a silent moan and spread her knees to what appeared
about a foot apart, her hands returning to the back of her neck. Her legs
trembled to hold her bottom up above her heels, but she had no idea how high she
held it. Again her chest was pushed forward, her nipples almost painfully hard
now.
"Your slave displays her body for you Master." It was coming easier for her
now, every move more fluid as she lowered her hands to spread her sex wide
again. Becca did not attempt to stop the soft moan that now escaped her lips as
she felt the hot wetness again. "Your slave displays her sex for you Master."
She murmured.
Showing her eagerness, Becca almost rushed to turn on her knees away from James,
before leaning her head down to the floor. Her hands reach behind her again and
grasp her cheeks to spread and reveal her anus once more. "Your slave displays
her ass for you Master." Her eyes were closed behind the cloak of her hair, her
words moaned out.
The order completed, Becca rose to kneeling again and turned back to James.
Facing him, she clasped her hands to the back of her neck and looked up at her
Master. Her expression expectant and curious as to what he would order next and
seeking any
indication as to whether or not she had done the positions properly.
James watched Becca `present' and `display' as he had ordered with a tremendous
feeling of pleasure coursing through his veins. To see and hear a naked woman
offer him her intimate charms for his indulgence gave him a unique status. He
saw how she made sure that her elbows pushed back forcing her breasts upwards,
the nubs hard and stiff as if begging to be caressed; the willingness she showed
in pulling her sex lips apart, displaying the slickness within; the neat brown
indent of her ass as she pulled wide her buttocks. These actions all
demonstrated obedience to his wishes that he had scarcely expected at such an
early stage.
Becca's complete compliance with James's orders produced a feeling of pleasant
anticipation of the future course of his developing relationship with her.
~ As in the in the words of the song from the musical My Fair Lady, `I think
she's got it.' However, it would not be wise at this stage to reveal his
thoughts to the girl. ~
With a slight nod, James indicated to Becca that her efforts were acceptable.
"You appear to be able to obey the simple orders and that bodes well for your
future training. However, I would remind you that you are still at an early
stage of your submission, and tasks will become much more demanding on your
senses and emotions, as your period of learning grows." James informed the
kneeling girl.
"Stand." James instructed Becca. "Follow me, whilst I will give you a brief
tour of the house and acquaint you with the various facilities. However, before
we progress, these need to be fitted on your wrists and ankles." He showed Becca
a set of four leather bracelets, about 3 inches wide with a number of steel
rings set in the soft leather surface.
Becca was near breathless by the time she saw the nod, as slight as it was. Her
heart soared as his initial words gave her confidence she had please him.
"Thank you Master. Understood." she murmured and lowered her eyes. Becca tried
again to imagine just what her training would entail.
Becca stood as instructed, keeping her hands clasped to the back of her neck.
She swallowed hard as she saw James with the leather bracelets and stood for a
moment, looking at them in his hands. The leather was soft and supple, but
strong. The rings were cold and hard.
"Lower your hands, girl." James ordered and as Becca obeyed, he fastened the
bracelets to her slim wrists. James then instructed Becca to lie on her back on
the floor, her legs raised with knees parted, so that he could fit the ankle
restraints.
Becca obeyed and felt the cold hard floor surface on her buttocks and back as
she raised and spread her legs, revealing that most intimate of nooks that was
now available at all times for any use that James desired. Motioning Becca to
rise, James then led the way into the kitchen and showed Becca the fully stocked
freezer and fridge and the adequately filled cupboards. He then proceeded to
move upstairs to enable Becca to see the master bedroom.
"This is where I, as your Master will normally sleep and I may, on occasions
allow you to keep me warm in the bed. However, you will normally be kept in a
place that is far less comfortable to these surroundings and, as I take you to
see it, you should remember that you will be called upon many times to make the
journey to and fro between here and your own place of rest." James removed the
signed Contract from his pocket and deposited it in a safe set into the floor of
one of the bedroom closets.
Becca had observed the house carefully as he led her through, taking in the
layout as much as the luxury of the furnishings. The master bedroom and large
bed was looked upon with eager eyes, then with disappointment as James informed
her she would not be spending as much time as she first thought with him in his
room.
James then moved back down to the ground floor and thence into the basement
playroom. Becca remained silent as he led her back down the stairs then deeper
to the basement and "her" area of the house.
He showed Becca the walls that were lined with floor to ceiling closets, the
mirror doors giving access to all manner of implements for use in the punishment
and domination of a human being, including whips, leather crops, slim canes of
willow, lengths of whalebone, wooden and leather paddles, metal clamps, dildos,
cattle prods, enema and surgical instruments etc.
James demonstrated to Becca short lengths of chain ending in 'd' clips, the
length being controlled by remote controlled hoists, the height adjustable
timber sawhorse, a whipping block with a padded leather top and a vertical
square metal frame with metal rings secured at various points around the
perimeter, whilst a trolley type metal gynaecological table was set against one
of the walls alongside a metal framed torture rack.
"This will be your new home and the place in which you will spend many hours as
your training is undertaken. I was going to say `many happy hours' but that
will be reserved for me, your Master. You, on the other-hand, may find that the
hours you spend down here will not be so happy!!!" James allowed himself to
laugh at his cynical humour.
Her blue eyes widened as she took in the playroom. Her naked form reflected
back everywhere she turned. For the first time, Becca saw herself wearing her
collar and now the leather cuffs. As if she could not turn away, she found
herself gazing at the assorted implements of pain and pleasure James showed her.
Her fascination as well as fear grew with every object she saw.
Once he spoke of her "new home", Becca looked to him with her continuing wide
gaze. The words and finally his laugh sent a chill up her spine and, for the
first time since meeting James online, she truly hesitated. The Conditions of
the Contract she had signed came back to her, completely as she stood, trembling
slight. Her body like an over-charged battery, throbbing for a release of pent
of electricity. One Condition stood out more than the others at the moment: my
body and mind is the property of my Master. To Becca that meant her hesitance
was fruitless, she had agreed to every Condition willingly, eagerly even. In
the face of his cynical remarks, this point was proven. She was his to do with
as he saw fit.
Instructing Becca to adopt 'Present 1' position, James walked over to a table on
which was placed a metal tray and a previously prepared hypodermic syringe. The
moment the instruction came, Becca quickly clasped her hands to the back of her
neck and spread her feet apart. Her chest was thrust out as she arched her
back, again wincing for the pain caused by tensing her muscles.
Returning to where Becca was waiting, James swabbed the side of her left buttock
with an antiseptic wipe and inserted the needle injecting her with the content
of the syringe.
Becca watched James as he walked to the table then gasped as he returned with
the syringe. Becca didn't know what to do and was concerned as to why he would
inject her with something. There was no chance for her to ask her Master any
questions, he spoke and she knew to remain silent.
As he was carrying out the procedure, James proceeded to explain to Becca the
nature of the injection.
"The content of the syringe is a chemical formula that has been designed
specifically for use with slaves. It restricts their actions so that, whilst
they may want to cause their Masters and trainers harm, their bodies would not
be able to comply with their wishes. In addition, it increases the slave's pain
limit and stamina but more importantly, it enables the body to recover quickly,
so much so that a recovery period of one hour is the equivalent of 96 normal
hours. So you will see that a Master may enjoy slicing a whip across a slave's
flesh, with the knowledge that she will recover very quickly and be available
again for more torments."
Without waiting for the import of his words to be appreciated by Becca, James
continued. "You will find that after a short rest, your flesh recovers so that
no marks will mar the whiteness of your skin and I will be able to give you
another caning of equal severity."
The injection was quick and painless. It distracted her from some of what James
told her but only slightly. The contents of the needle were a surprise to
Becca. Sort of shocking her into awed silence
James continued. "I find that when I am training a slave, I prefer to do so
unencumbered with clothing and you may now undress me so that we may proceed
with your training. He stood close before the naked figure of Becca, waiting for
her to obey.
"You will commence the task, whilst kneeling and you may start by removing my
shoes, followed by trousers and under shorts and then the shirt." James
instructed Becca.
Becca's chest heaved fully, repeatedly as he instructed her further. On one
hand she was absolutely terrified of just what would come of her as she was
trained as his slave. On the other she was fully aroused at the entire concept.
No more would she
have to make choices unless her Master gave them to her. It enabled her to
revel in the frightened excitement, her eyes closing part way finally as she
once more lowered her eyes as he stood bare inches from her. Vaguely she
wondered if he could feel the heat of her continuing blush, it felt, to her,
that it covered her body now and she glanced to one of the mirrors to see if she
was glowing.
"Yes Master, your slave is honoured to undress you." Becca could scarcely
believe the words were her own. But it was the truth; she wished to see his
body. The clothes he still wore moulded his form pleasantly; her eyes were
already imagining the skin and muscles beneath. Almost gingerly, Becca lowered
herself to her knees before James and began to remove his shoes and socks. On a
whim and full of the same nervous pleasure, she bent low and kissed the top of
each of his now bare feet.
Now, sitting back on her knees, she reached and with shaking fingers unfastened
his trousers. As Becca slid the zipper down she knowingly traced her fingers
over his still concealed manhood, almost moaning as she breathed, then slipped
the pants off of his hips. She was face-to-face with his groin and felt,
keenly, the proximity to the power beneath the thin material remaining. Her
eyes did not turn away from the bulge as she laid his pants carefully folded to
one side. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his under pants and slowly
pulled them down. She only stared for a moment, her hands repeating the same
gesture of dropping his underwear to one side on his trousers.
Kneeling up high on her knees, Becca reached up and unbuttoned his black top and
pushed it back off his shoulders. As she did so, the tips of her breasts
brushed lightly against the hair of his thighs, the nipples stiffening at the
stimulation. Her fingertips trailed over his skin, enjoying these first contacts
she was allowed to receive. The shirt was added to the pile beside James's
feet.
Becca then sat back on her heels and laid her hand on her thighs. This time she
did not look up into James's face, only kept her eyes lowered. Her heart was
beating just as quickly as ever as she awaited the beginning of her training.
The mixture of feelings played over her face and unconsciously she began to
wring her hands.
James enjoyed the feel of Becca's soft fingers on his body as she removed his
clothing and the frisson of excitement that travelled from his skin to his brain
as he felt her breast nubs graze his thighs increased the anticipation of future
actions. After Becca had completed her task of undressing him, James stood naked
and unashamed, his broad shoulders, deep chest, slim waist and muscular thighs
displaying the evidence of a man who kept himself in good physical shape.
James was aware that Becca was somewhat inexperienced in her relationships, a
fact that she had disclosed to him during their on-line correspondence and he
had initially thought that it would be sometime later that he would issue his
next instruction.
However, James observed her action of wringing her hands and this appeared to
express an anxiety in her manner that he felt must be eradicated before too
long.
~ She must learn to welcome my orders and obey them in a way that demonstrates
her complete and utter devotion to my desires ~
"You appear somewhat anxious about your future role in our relationship, girl."
James commented to the kneeling Becca. "Does the simple task of undressing your
Master cause problems? If so, then my future instructions will undoubtedly
create additional burdens on your submission."
~ A pity, for she has coped fairly well up to now, demonstrating her willingness
in front of strangers. Still, let us see how she responds to the next step. ~
Becca looked up quickly then down at her hands and in a hurry put them up behind
her neck to keep from displaying the nervous habit any longer. "It is so new,
that's all, Master. I suppose I didn't think things would happen so quickly."
She murmured. Becca wasn't quite sure how to express what she was thinking, but
she felt it would be a challenge to learn what was required as orders were
given.
"What did her future hold?" Becca again recalled the words of instruction given
by James in the post office in front of all those customers, and also the
comments of the woman they met in the street. Her original hope, that this
journey of submission into slavery with James would be a private and intimate
exploration, seemed to be dashed by his open display of her inner desires in
front of strangers. She was to discover that this was only a prelude to what
was in store for her, as she was trained in the ways of Brookdale.
