5 comments/ 2476 views/ 4 favorites Pillar Ch. 05 By: CaringAndDemanding Author's note: This is my first completed novel. While the plot isn't too complex, the goings on in the story are tricky, and with the help and dedication of a friend who reviewed the whole thing, I tweaked the crucial parts of the story to be better. I wrote this story to explore the main themes that are included in it. I won't spoil anything by going into what the second theme besides BDSM is, but it's always been my intention to write something enjoyable that hopefully makes my reader think about what he or she read afterwards. (While also being nice and hot.) So please, leave a comment that tells about your thoughts and opinions. I you have some relevant experience that the story reminds you of, by all means, share it with the rest of us. Voting I leave to your discretion, but I do want to remind you that if you enjoyed the story, giving it a good score will make it more likely that others will find it and enjoy it as well. CHAPTER FIVE 1 The doorbell rang at precisely 11 AM. Ruth met Tom's eyes with her lips pressed together in a tight line and said, "I don't like it, Tom." "We've been over this, Ruth. She still can't stop thinking that she's dirty and that she should be ashamed of herself. I plan to treat her as what she thinks she is and show her how wrong she is to see herself that way. Play your part, don't hesitate." Tom opened the door for Alex. Her hands twiddled the tag of her suitcase. She looked like an innocent little girl, excited about the coming trip, but also frightened she might get homesick and scared. He ran his fingers along her cheekbone and she relaxed. He stopped at the leather collar around her neck and locked his eyes with hers as he wrapped his fist around it. A wordless command spoke from the force he used to pull her down on her knees. Alex stared up into his brown eyes, unable to look away. It hurt her when he pulled out his stiff cock and laid it out against her face before he even said a word. Tears welled up. What was going on? Tom pushed his cock into her mouth there on his doorstep, and he pushed her body between his legs so he could align her throat with his shaft. She couldn't even do anything, he used her. This was not what she'd imagined this would be like, but she resigned herself to it. Tom pulled out at the verge of coming and shot his come in her face. Four, five and even a sixth rope of come landed on her face. He cleaned his cock with her hair and tucked it away. Alex moved to clean her face, but he stopped her. "You're not allowed to clean up. Leave it like that, it suits you." Alex lowered her head as his words sank in. They hurt so much worse coming from him. She smiled as she went inside when she saw Ruth, but Ruth greeted her with a stone faced expression. She didn't smile and certainly didn't hug Alex. "Come slut, I'll show you to your room." What? Alex stumbled. Ruth would never call her a slut, not even as a joke. They must be acting. They had to be. These two people were her rocks, she trusted them. She had to. They left her to her own thoughts for half an hour before calling her back out. Tom looked at her with a faint hint of distaste, and he spoke to her with none of his usual kindness. "Undress, slut. I'll need easy access to you. I'll fuck you silly and then cream all over your face, just like you want me to." Alex obeyed without question, disappointed that her brand new outfit hadn't even been noticed. He tossed her clothes to the side and pointed towards the rug in the center of the room, where the coffee table used to be. "You'll be fucking and sleeping on that rug. I want you naked at all times when you're inside. Your room is just for storage, you won't need anything you've brought. Now get on your hands and knees." She sat waiting for him to fuck her and her eyes widened when she felt his feet on her back. "What are you doing?" "I had to move my coffee table for you, you annoying little bitch. And I like something to put my feet on, so you'll have to do for now. Any complaints and you can walk out the door you just came through. I bet you'll be rubbing yourself on the first guy you meet and throwing out some freebies because you couldn't get your rocks off here. Now shut your stupid mouth so I can watch some television." Alex wanted to curl up into a little ball and hide away. She didn't want to know they saw what everybody else saw. Tears fell down into the tassels, but she fought to keep her shoulders from shaking. He'd never know how much he was hurting her. Tom got tired of watching television and went to the kitchen to cook lunch. Alex relaxed her shoulders until she felt two tiny feet on her back. She hung her head, struggling not to sob out loud. Ruth as well? She and Tom talked like nothing was out of ordinary and ignored Alex. "Lunch is ready, Ruth." "I'll be over in a second." She swung her feet from Alex's back and said, "Oh that reminds me, what's our bouncy coffee table eating?" "Just throw her a bag of potato chips or something. I think there's an old one in the cupboard." Ruth kneeled next to Alex and in a soft, cooing voice she told her, "See, aren't we nice people? I know it's not your favorite, but don't pout over it, okay?" Lunch was bleak for Alex. The chips were soft, and they gave her a bowl of water to drink as an afterthought. It churned her insides to see them bantering and laughing just a few feet outside the boundaries of her rug. A whole world seemed to stretch out beyond it. After they finished their meal, Ruth and Tom started kissing passionately, and they didn't pay attention to Alex while they tore off each other's clothes. Tom pulled back from a particularly intense kiss and glanced in Alex's direction as he caught his breath. "You know Ruth, I think we can use her. I know how you like something to support your back and look at her, she'd be the perfect height." Alex hadn't moved from where she was balled up on the floor so Tom nudged her with his foot. "Slut, you're not stupid and deaf are you? You should be on your back with your legs spread wide by now. Come on, make those tits jiggle." Ruth laid down on top of Alex, her smaller legs spread on top of Alex's full thighs. Tom fucked her hard, with no foreplay. Alex could hear her grunt as she took the pounding. Every meaty slap travelled through her body too, making it ache with lust. She wanted him to fuck her as well, but he didn't. When he was on the verge of coming, Tom pulled out, and Ruth rolled to the side so he could blast his full load all over Alex's face. "I bet you're sorry you didn't get anything stuffed in your pussy. I won't go in there. Who knows what's been in there before you arrived here. No, if you want me to fuck you it'll have to be up your ass. I'm guessing it's a little cleaner than that thing you call your pussy." This time Alex couldn't hold back her tears. She flashed back to the gang bang she'd done when she hit rock bottom the year before. The last bunch of guys didn't fuck her anymore, they just jacked off on her from a distance. They didn't want to touch her or come anywhere near her. That distinct flavor of despair and disgust filled her again. By the end of the gang bang she'd known, with absolute certainty, that no matter how filthy she was she'd do it again. She needed it. If any of them had still wanted to, she would've fucked them in any way they wanted to. And she knew now that no matter what Tom did to her, she'd come back here to take what he gave her. She felt like a slug. Betrayed again because she was a failure as a human being. And she was horny. Shame tightly bound her chest when she imagined Tom lying on top of her. She wanted it to be her he was fucking. But he wouldn't, he thought she was filthy. Her thoughts kept churning and spinning out the tale of her own depravity, making her spiral deeper into self-hatred and disgust. When Tom showed up again, Alex looked up at him like an abandoned puppy, hopefully wagging its tail, quietly begging for attention. He had to turn away from her, it broke his heart to see her like that. But he steeled himself and turned back around. The hurt look in her eyes almost pushed him over the edge of giving in, but he resisted. "Come with me. I thought over what I said about your ass being good enough to use, and I'm not so sure anymore. You'll have to take an enema if you want me to fuck your loose ass." Tears rolled down her cheeks and Alex tried to turn away from him, but he didn't let her. He took her head and rubbed her face against the crotch of his pants. "This is what you want, right? Some cock for the cock hungry slut. Answer me." "Please, don't." "It's not what you want? Is it not big enough for you? Is the slut suddenly a size queen? Or have you fucked so much that even your ass is too stretched for you to feel anything? Is your ass already middle aged at twenty one? Dear god, you're such a whore." "Stop, please. Don't say that. I'm normal." "You've got a very funny definition of normal there. Now shut your stupid mouth and go get your enema so I can fuck your only hole that maybe has some stretch left in it." She hung her head and tried to shut down her thoughts as she mechanically did her business in the bathroom. But she couldn't keep away the shame when she felt her body respond to the tip of his cock pushing against her asshole. Her body jerked when he spanked her ass. "Come on, you do it. Fuck your slut ass on my cock. It's what you're good for." Alex tried to think of nothing but the pleasure as she pushed herself on his cock, lodging it deep inside her ass. She started pumping and her body came alive. Her pent up energy was released, and she slammed herself on his cock. She wanted him to touch her clit, but she knew she couldn't possibly ask him so she reamed herself even harder, desperate to get off. But it wasn't meant to be, her wild ass fucking got Tom off before her, and he positioned himself in front of her face. "Here's your reward." He blasted her hair and face with another load of come and wiped his cock clean with her hair. "I'd let you clean it with your tongue, but you'd just get off on it." Tom left the room, and Alex collapsed on the floor. She sobbed into the rug as her hands found her clit and her asshole. Shocks went through her body when she found release. The emotional strain had exhausted her, and she drifted off to sleep. When Alex woke up again, there was a mirror next to the rug. Tom was waiting for her to wake up and when she opened her eyes he motioned her to stand up straight in front of the mirror. She saw herself and cringed. Her face was covered in dry streaks of come and her hair was sticky with it. It had lost the shine and volume she'd worked so hard on in the morning. She recognized her true self in the mirror, a slut in every sense of the word. Tom stood behind her and said, "When you look at yourself in the mirror, what do you see?" "A filthy slut covered in come." "And what's under the come?" "A filthy slut." "When I look at the same reflection in the mirror, what do you think I see?" The raw pain mixed with her rekindled self-hatred made it difficult for her to answer. With her nails buried in her hands she tried to fight her tears back. But she couldn't, sobbing, she answered. "A filthy slut covered in come." "That's not what I see, try again." "A dirty, come-soaked whore." "Try again." She squeezed her eyes shut to block out her own reflection in the mirror. Why was he doing this to her? "What do you want me to say? That I'm a filthy, disgusting pig? How many names do you want to give the same revolting slut? I am, and I know you think I am as well! And don't you deny it, I saw you pull back from me. You didn't want to touch me because I'm disgusting!" She was shaking now, the foundation she was built upon laid bare. It was time for him to speak up. He took a deep breath and his roar stunned Alex into silence. "You're wrong! Remember why you're here!" Tom loomed over her, and she shied away from the fire in his eyes, but he stunned her a second time. He took her into his arms and crushed her to his chest. She could scarcely breathe, but she knew in an instant that he meant his embrace. He whispered into to her ear, "Yes, you don't have a pleasant past. That can't be denied. But you weren't in control. You started off as a girl who enjoyed sex, and there's nothing wrong with that. But if sex is the only way you can find any kind of affection, it becomes dangerous. You know this. You're never with people you want to be with so you never stay for long. You get desperate and do things you're ashamed of, and you've been following that pattern for so long now that the only thing you know about yourself is that you're ashamed." He stopped for a second and relaxed his bear hug, stroking her hair. He kissed her locks and continued. "I put you through a lot today, and I'm sorry about that. Hopefully you'll forgive Ruth and me. I did my best to treat you as who you think you are. You should know that Ruth and I don't see you like that. It hurt to see you just take the abuse. I hated seeing you so sad, getting more crushed with everything I did. Somewhere you must've felt angry. I hope there's a place inside you that rejects what you just said about yourself, because by the end of the summer I want to see you walk out of here with your head held high." He turned her around and looked her in the eye. "Do you want me to tell you what I see when I look in the mirror?" "Yes." "I see Alex. She's dirty and lost. So lost. She doesn't know what to do to stop feeling sad and lonely." He gave her another bear hug. "You trusted me and now I've made you feel dirty as well. Do you know what I'd like to do for you now, Saschenka?" She pushed her face into his shirt and shook her head. He could feel her tears soak into the fabric. "I want to slide you into a hot bath and wash you. I'll scrub every inch of your body and wash your hair. As far as I'm concerned you'll be clean when I'm finished. Whatever punishment you think you deserve is done with now. You'll soak for a while and when you get out, you'll come with me to the bedroom. Ruth is waiting there. She's angry with me right now because she didn't want me to do this. But I did, and I hope it'll work. She and I will hold you between us, just hold you, and we'll sleep. Would you like that, Saschenka?" Sapped of all her strength, Alex could only nod and cry. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathtub. Ruth stood beside the door, and he nodded, relief flooded her face. She stepped aside and helped him slide Alex into the water. He grabbed Ruth, locked her in an embrace and pulled her head against his shoulder. "Thanks for putting up with me, Ruth. You can go now." *** Alex's mind drifted while the heat seeped into her body. Tom washed and scrubbed every inch of her body. He was quiet and focused, concentrated on making his touch soft and gentle. He washed and conditioned her hair and when she was completely clean he left her to soak. Her mind cleared when she was alone, and she considered Tom's words. Him and Ruth had hurt themselves for her. She felt ashamed to admit it, but she was relieved. She'd always wanted them to prove she could trust them with herself. And she knew they'd have to do it again to keep her from pulling back. Tom came in later and helped her out of the bath. He dried her body and handed her a boxer short and a white cotton top. "Put these on, they're your uniform from now on. You won't be naked." When they entered the bedroom, Ruth was waiting for them, wearing the same outfit. She spread her arms in a silent question. Alex let herself be embraced and felt safe when Tom joined in the embrace. She was nestled in between two people who would hurt for her. Her emotions overwhelmed her, and Alex wept for her past as Tom stroked her hair. For the first time in years she felt cared for and accepted. And she was thankful. Below the grief a tight ball of love was claiming its place. 2 The next morning they were chatting and avoiding the topic on their collective mind. Tom put an end to that and said, "I have a little present for you, Alex." "Oh?" "You could be a little more interested." "Not really in the mood, sorry." "I'm giving you the rug. You can burn it or I can have it dry-cleaned for you." "You want to give me my fuck rug? Why the hell would I even want it?" "It's a link to your past. I'm giving you the choice to either destroy it or clean it. If you don't decide, then I'm tossing it out." "I don't care about the rug." "It's a little penance for what I put you through, I like that rug." Her usual fire flared up, and she leaned back in her chair, considering. A small, unhappy smile crept over her face. "I want to light it with a bottle of your fancy scotch." "I'll agree to that." "And..." He held up his hand to silence her. "No more. I hurt you, and I'm willing to make a gesture, but don't get greedy. It's childish. I'll give you back a lot more than what you've suffered." That shut her up. They watched the rug burn together. The fire consumed the stains and turned them into ash. She vividly remembered everything that happened on that rug. Now she had the strength, she wanted to be angry. But she couldn't. Alex wished she could burn her own memories as easily as the stained rug. But she'd have to live with her past. These two people would make that possible for her. She held out her hands to them, and they embraced her, cocooning her in warmth and companionable silence. It surprised her when she actually felt happy. Tom scooped the ashes into a bag filled with fresh soil. He stirred it around, plunked in a seed, handed Alex the bag and said, "This seed will grow into a white orchid. In flower language orchids stand for delicate beauty. Those two words have many meanings, and I want you to consider all of them. There's an empty flower pot in your room. Apart from being a flower that represents you, it's also your responsibility. It's a delicate breed, and you'll have to be diligent in tending to it or it'll die. And that would be a shame." Alex looked down at the bag of dirt in her hand. It wasn't very subtle, but it still warmed her inside. She smiled a genuine smile this time, cocked her hip to the side and bumped into him. "Delicate beauty? Are you afraid to snap me in half?" "I can always try, but I don't think I've got it in me. You're pretty sturdy." "There you go again, calling me fat!" "Well, if you really are fat, then please stay that way. You're a joy to see wiggling and jiggling." "Perv." "Sexy lady." "Amateur." "The cut of your sharp wit almost hurts me more than the pain it brings me to turn my gaze away from your beauty for even a second. Every blink of my eyes causes me unspeakable grief, woe is me!" Alex tried to come up with a clever retort, but failed, and she shook her head, smiling at his silliness. "Okay, you win this one. I can't top that." "Welcome to my home, Alex. It's only for a little while, but I hope you'll feel at ease. Now go inside, we've got work to do." Alex squeaked when he slapped her ass and made a break for the apartment complex. She jelled and set after him. Ruth followed them at her own pace, grinning as she shook her head. He'd done it again, somehow tears had turned into laughter. *** Back in the kitchen all three of them sat around the table. Tom took the lead and said, "It's time to start your training, Alex. We can't dwell on yesterday for too long. Still, don't hesitate if you ever need to talk. It'll be hard and you'll need the support. Are you ready to hear what your summer will be like?" "Yeah, sure. Hit me." Pillar Ch. 05 "Oh, it'll hit you alright." He took out a piece of paper and cleared his throat. "You'll keep going to therapy and group sessions as needed. You'll run a half marathon, I've made a training schedule that you'll obey to the letter. You'll write an essay of at least three pages each week, I'll grade it on quality. The first subject will be: my body and why it's awesome. You'll receive position training. You'll read one substantial book of my choice each week. Most importantly, you'll do exercises that'll help you control yourself. You won't like it very much, but it's the most important part of your training. Don't expect to have lots of sex. And last but not least, both of you will help me fine-tune what I call the Orchestra and the Conductor software that goes along with it." Alex opened and closed her mouth like a fish on dry land, blindsided by Tom's demands. Ruth wasn't surprised, she'd been warned. To give Alex a second to process she asked, "What's the Orchestra?" A wide smile lit up Tom's face, the kind she knew spelled trouble. "I'm glad you asked, Ruth. It's something I've been working on with a friend. I do the programming, and he does the technical stuff. It's a simple idea, really. I take sheet music and I code it. The good part is what I use it for. So many people have tried to describe music as sensual and this and that. With the technology we have today we can do so much more. I can make you two feel the music, literally. The coded sheet music is used as source material to send a collection of signals through an infrared emitter. It sends the kind of signals that remotes use. Guess what they control, girls." He was like a kid set loose in a candy store, giddy with excitement as he imagined the treat awaiting him. "Wireless vibes?" "Correct! All that's left to do at this point is some extensive testing to fine-tune the coding method." Alex and Ruth locked eyes, and they swallowed in tandem. But whatever announcement he made, Alex wasn't long distracted. "Tom, don't try to change the subject. If I do everything you just told me to, I won't have any time to myself." Tom shrugged and said, "I insist on you getting eight hours of sleep every day, so yes, you're probably right. What's your point?" "You... I don't —" "There's no getting out of it, Alex. You're not here for fun and games. You're here because you need discipline and control. I assure you, if you fail at anything I tell you to do, you'll be disciplined immediately. If you repeat a mistake, it'll be worse. And if you're thinking: oh, I'll get used to whatever he throws at me soon enough, just ask Ruth what I told her about the yellow pages." He waved his hand at Ruth and said, "Come on, go ahead." Alex's eyes went wide as Ruth whispered into her ear, and she looked at Tom with a renewed sense of caution. The man was evil. "So now you know. I didn't pull that stunt yesterday for nothing. If you do well, you'll have better chances at making a new start and at living on your own like a normal person. And you'll know that if you ever slide back into your old habits, I'll be willing to set you straight. I won't judge, I'll do what's needed and forgive you afterwards." "I'll do my best." Ruth squeezed her arm and gave her an encouraging smile. "You'll be fine, he'll make sure of it." "Thanks." "Well, I left the details in your room. Today you've got the day off. Go out and treat yourself to something nice, I left some money on your desk. Ruth and I are spending the rest of the day together. We'll see you tonight." And off they went, Ruth laughing as he slung her over his shoulder. Alex looked on and felt a jealous stab, but she waved it away. It was normal for someone by herself to feel a little left out. 3 The summer breeze swept through Ruth's hair and fanned it out. Her locks dance and swayed in the wind. She and Tom were relaxing in a rented rowboat and glided along the gentle river current. "This is nice, Tom." "I'm glad you like it. We're almost at a long straight stretch so you can come sit between my legs, and we'll just float for a bit." They rounded a bend, and Ruth could see the overhanging trees reach for each other, enclosing the peace of the river. Tom pulled in the oars, and she sighed when he pulled her into his arms. "Scratch what I said before, this is wonderful." "Mhm." They closed their eyes and let the birdsong carry them off into a relaxed bubble. The gentle waves sloshed and rippled against the hull. Ruth sighed when she slipped her hand in the cool water. She had to laugh when she sprayed some drops on a nearby duck and it quacked and shook its head. Time slowed down, and their world shrunk to what their senses could tell them. They made it to a stretch that had more trees and Tom said, "Do you think there's anyone on the banks, Ruth?" "I don't know, maybe." He slid his hand under her shirt and let it rest on her flat stomach. "If I touched you just a little further down, do you think anybody would notice?" Ruth scoured both banks for any sign of life. She was still scanning when Tom popped the button of her skirt, and she gasped when his hand slipped under the loose folds and he ran his fingers over her inner thigh. She spread her leg and pushed her back against him. "I love how hot playing outside makes you. What if there actually is somebody close enough to see the look on your face while you're lying here with your legs wide open?" She softly moaned when he ran his finger over her lips through her panties. "Do you want me to go further? If you do, I promise I'll make you scream. Answer me, little girl." She closed her eyes and squeezed out her answer. "Yes, Sir. Please play with your servant." Ruth couldn't see his smile, but she felt his hands travelling up along her body, all the way to the top of her blouse. He unbuttoned it, lingering just long enough at each button to make her wonder if he would continue on to the next. Each little pop made her pussy clench, and her panties were soaked by the time he reached the last one. He leaned forward and said, "I'll open your blouse now. That way anybody who's lucky enough to be downriver will get to see your beautiful breasts. And to make things more interesting, you're going to play with them while I play with you." His hand slipped into her panties, and he curled two fingers up inside her. Ruth froze, so close to coming already that she had to hold back with all her might just so she'd have enough time to ask for permission. "Sir, please, may your servant come?" "Yes, you may come." He flicked her clit with his thumb as he spoke, and she came with a loud groan that echoed over the water. He sped up his fingers, squeezing even more noise from her. After forcing a satisfactory scream from her, he gave her a minute to cool down and said, "I did what you asked for, so why haven't you done what I told you to do?" Ruth rolled her head back and looked up at him, her green eyes shimmering with lust. "Please forgive you servant, Sir. She'll do her best to please you now." She cupped her small hands beneath her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingertips to make them stand up. She pulled on them and moaned with her eyes closed. In her mind she was on display, so she arched her back and spread her legs wide. She had to show off for her master. Her eyes were cloudy when she opened them again. She bit her lip, grabbed Tom's hand and pushed it towards her pussy. Three of his fingers slipped into her tight slit. She moaned and her head lolled against his chest while she humped his hand and squeezed her nipple. "Someone's watching, Ruth." She jerked up at his words, eyes wide, heart beating. Immediately he rubbed her clit and before she even got over the shock of being discovered, an orgasm crashed over her. She doubled over and shook as Tom gave her wave after wave of pleasure. After some time he leaned back and pulled her with him. She was panting, still reeling from the intense pleasure. "There was nobody, little girl." Ruth looked at him and squinted her eyes, a little annoyed that he'd played her. "But there might be one to see you straddling my cock." A thrill went through her at the thought of obeying his suggestion. The boat wasn't going much faster than walking speed so if anyone saw them he could stroll along and enjoy the view. "I'm waiting, Ruth." Excitement exploded inside of Ruth, and she threw off her panties and pulled out his cock. She took it deep into her mouth, drawing a long contented sigh from him. He kept her head down on his cock and caressed her ass that was sticking out of the boat. Her moans on his cock when he spanked it were exquisite. When she came up for air, her eyes were wild and everything about her screamed lust. Tom wasn't much better off, his voice was hoarse when he said, "That was very nice, but don't make me wait any longer. Get over here." Ruth clawed her way on top of him and drove his hard cock deep inside of her. It pulsed with a heat that blended into her own. They kissed and scratched at each other, bit each other's skin, frantic to couple. Tom mauled her breasts and nipples, twisting and kneading them hard. She accepted every bit of it and threw her head back as she drove her hips forward. They didn't care about the swaying of the boat or the noise, for those few minutes they were locked in a battle that could only end with an explosion. When it came, Tom roared out his pleasure, and the sheer animal joy of the sound tipped Ruth over the edge of her biggest orgasm yet. Tom came to his senses first and pulled her close to him. He let out a long, satisfied sigh and said, "You were great." She smiled and cuddled closer to him. They drifted further along the river, blissfully unaware of the occasional wolf whistle. "Ruth, tidy up. We're almost there." She straightened herself out as much as possible while Tom rowed the boat to the side. They loaded it onto the rental truck and tied the last strap with a mournful feeling in their hearts. They looked at each other and laughed. "Come, let's have lunch." "We didn't bring anything." "You didn't, but I did." He lifted a basket from the back seat of the rental and revealed a delicious looking set of sushi. "We can talk while we eat." They settled down under an old oak tree that rustled in the background as they talked. "You were there yesterday and this morning, do you think you can handle me giving Alex that level of attention for the rest of the summer?" She prepped her bite of sushi in silence and chewed it with obvious delight as she considered her answer. "I don't know for sure. But I think I can. The past few weeks the situation has changed, and the two of us have been getting to know each other better. I want her to get better, Tom, I really do." "How come you're still uncertain?" "Do I have to tell you?" "Yes." Ruth cast her eyes down. "I'm still afraid I might get replaced." Tom didn't answer her, instead he prepared a piece of sushi with lots of wasabi. He held it out to her, and she reluctantly ate it, tears sprang into her eyes. Tom said, "I've spent enough words and time convincing you that won't happen, and I won't go into it now. You'll just have to wait and trust I keep my word." He stroked one finger along her cheek and said, "If you want me to collar you, you'll need to realize that you're not interchangeable to me." Ruth pushed her cheek into the palm of his hand and gripped it with her own. The longing in her eyes was so strong that he couldn't help but lean forward and kiss her. "Be patient, little girl. Be patient and work hard." 4 Tom jogged in place while he waited for Alex to catch up. "Come on, Alex. I changed my schedule so we could run together. I'm barely even sweating. Just one more lap, come on girl!" She wanted to tell him off, but she was too out of breath to talk. It was already her fifth supposedly last lap. When the run was finally finished, Alex collapsed in the grass and groaned when Tom stretched her legs. "I'll give you a massage when we get back." Her groans changed when he started teasing her pussy through her tight shorts. She'd found out early in her training that running made her horny. She tried to stop Tom, but he distracted her by stretching her leg again. Every run had been like this. Each training day he'd push her on the track and then fiddle with her until she could barely walk. Suddenly he'd stop, and he'd let her simmer until the time came when she could come. He'd caught her masturbating in her room once, and she flinched a little when she remembered the spanking he gave her after that. The next day a chastity belt had appeared on one of the shelves above her bed. She took the hint. The worst thing was that even though he allowed her climaxes according to his schedule, he never fucked her. She wanted to be screwed in the worst way. If he dragged her in a bush right now she'd let him. Back home, Alex communicated in moans, groans and grunts while Tom massaged her. He held her down on the table while he finished up the massage by fingering her pussy, which brought her back to the edge of a quick climax. He patted her ass and left her on the table to go and get his morning coffee. Her relaxed feeling shot, Alex grumbled and followed him. She scowled at Ruth's happy face, she'd gotten some fun the day before. No wonder she was gloating. Ruth sipped her coffee and said, "What's with the look, Alex?" "Like you don't know." "I have no idea. I feel great if you're interested. Hey!" She pulled a face when Alex dumped a sugar cube into her coffee. "Why did you do that? It's gross now." She got up to pour her coffee down the drain, but Tom stopped her. "Ruth, don't spill food. You got what you deserved." Her cute pout as she set the cup to her lips almost made up for the swamp in Alex's panties, almost. Soon enough though, Alex was left behind as they both went to work. She also had stuff to do. Read crime and punishment. Write an essay about all the things to like about me. She was still embarrassed about her last essay, at a loss she'd spent half a page on how great her boobs were. And last but not least, masturbate three times, never to completion. Not just your regular quickie, oh no. She had to make love to herself at least once, whatever that meant. She had to bring herself to the edge repeatedly in at least one of the sessions. And thirdly, during at least one of the sessions she had to do something she hadn't done before or still couldn't do properly. Tom had given her a journal to write down the details. If she tried hard, he rewarded her by touching her. But before she got her release, she had to go through the worst exercise of them all. It had started during the first week, and the concept was simple. Hold back under stimulation x for y minutes. It might be simple, but there was nothing easy about it after a whole day spent getting revved up. It was impossible to hold back long enough. Her current record was five minutes. That had earned her a toe curling kiss and one extra orgasm. He hadn't been lying when he told her training would be hard. She shook her head to clear the fog clouding it and picked up the book assignment. The last had been the Divine comedy, not her style. But Russian literature she could live with. She was reading when her clock pinged. Her pussy clenched, time to play. What would she do this time? Reading a classic had set her in the mood for something traditional, and she flipped through a yellowed little book she'd found on a shelf in her room. A helping hand in the home. It was from the sixties, and it was full of quirky little tips to get away with what was today perfectly acceptable. Before doing the laundry, consider folding up one of the towels or using a pillow to have a little hump. It's perfectly fine, it'll be clean again soon enough. Alex had to grin when she saw the picture on the page, and her grin widened when she picked the pillow she would use. Why, she might knock out all her assignments just like that. For the first time in a week, she was truly happy to play with herself. Served him right. *** Tom entered the kitchen and saw Alex sitting at the table with a huge smile on her face. "What are you so happy about?" "Nothing in particular." His eyebrow lifted, but he let it go. "Well, I'm glad something put you in a good mood." Alex grinned into her coffee cup, eager for the fireworks. Who knew what he might do to her? An hour later he returned to the kitchen and took out a tin. He carried it over with him to his chair and said, "Do you know what I just did?" "I have an inkling." "I bet you have, judging from what you wrote in your journal. I just finished pulling my pillow cover over your pillow, and I'm sure you'll like the perfume for the next couple of days." Her smile shrank a fraction, but she could live with that. He tapped the tin. "Do you know what's in this tin?" "No idea, cookies?" "Close enough. I know you like chocolate and since you're not allowed any treats unless I give them to you, you must be craving some sweetness. In here I have premium chocolate I picked with you in mind." He took out a chocolate bar, wrapped in fancy looking paper and put it on the table right in front of Alex. "This one has caramelized almonds and a pinch of salt. It's amazing. You get the soft snap of the chocolate, the sharp break of the caramel cover and the oiliness of the nuts all at once. The chocolate gets more creamy with every bite, and you just keep getting that delicate crunch. To make it perfect, the salt offsets the chocolate just enough to make the flavor more intense." Her mouth watered, and she just knew she could finish the whole thing in an evening spent watching TV. Tom put down a second bar on the table and this time she recognized it as top quality dark chocolate. "I also have your absolute favorite in here. I went to a chocolate shop and bought some high quality, Belgian made, dark chocolate. 70% pure cocoa. I've had a piece, and the flavor was bitter and rich, with hints of vanilla. Wonderful stuff." Alex had to pull back her hand when the chocolate bars disappeared in the tin. Tom locked the tin, thumped the lid with his hand and said, "Do I have your attention?" Alex tore her eyes from the tin and nodded. "You just forfeited one of these. Choose which one you won't get to eat. Ruth will be happy to finish it with me for dessert tonight." He'd outplayed her. It was a small thing to give up, but she didn't want to miss out on either one. They both sounded so good. Damn him with his seducing her with chocolate. "I'll pick the dark chocolate." "Okay, we'll be having that tonight then." "No, that's not what I meant!" "That's what I understood. Maybe next time you should be more careful when you answer a question. I'll leave it out on the table for tonight. Do not touch it, be a good girl this time." No girl caught raiding the cookie jar had ever had the lid slammed so hard on her little hand. *** Dinner was too short and dessert too long for Alex. She had to witness Ruth's delight at her unexpected treat. Ruth asked Tom what she did to deserve the surprise and glowed when he complimented her on how she'd been doing the past few days. The treat was almost irrelevant to Ruth, Tom calling her a good girl was more than enough for her. She lived for moments like this. Alex wished she'd ever reach the point where something as small as a treat would be enough for her. After dinner, Tom left Ruth to do the dishes. She was humming and swaying her hips in tune to the radio. He took Alex into her room and sat down in her desk chair. "Tell me Alex, what works best for you when you're masturbating?" Pillar Ch. 05 The question embarrassed her, but she answered. "I usually finish with rubbing my clit really fast and kind of hard." "And what do you think about when you masturbate?" Alex's color turned a deeper red, and she shied away from meeting Tom's eyes. "Do I have to answer that, Tom?" "Yes." Her voice was soft when she answered him. "Lately I've thought about you a lot when I do it." "I'm flattered, but I think I didn't ask the right question. Why do you masturbate, Alex?" A little disappointed by his response, Alex shrugged and said, "Because I want to come." "So you finish quickly?" "Depending on how hard I work for it, it'll take me five to fifteen minutes to come." "You never take longer?" "I don't need to." "Do you like masturbating?" She stared at him, confused by his need to ask a pointless question. "Yes, isn't that what I just said?" "You used to always do it in the same way?" "Yes." "So it was a routine." "Maybe, I don't know. Look, Tom, where are you going with this?" He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Ruth used to be like you. Masturbating was a release for her and not much more. I made her change that for herself. At first I had to order her to hold back, but now she sometimes drags it out for a long time before she allows herself to come. She enjoys every moment she spends touching herself." He leaned forward and looked Alex in the eye. "You don't like to get emotional during sex or when you're playing with yourself. I worry that you have too many barriers that prevent you from making love to yourself. I know it sounds silly, but those really are the best words to describe it. You're here to learn how to control yourself better. That I can do, but what's the point if we don't blow some life into you? For now I've been forcing you to wait or to slow down, and I'll keep doing that. But I hope you'll keep what I said today in mind. Don't see the exercises as chores. Try to enjoy them." Tom stood up and took the toy meant for her endurance session off the table. Before he switched it on, he fished a wrapped piece of chocolate out of his pocket. "I'll give you this. Focus on how it feels in your mouth and on how it tastes. Don't ask questions." Alex watched him for a second and then nodded, she wouldn't go into it now. She accepted the piece of chocolate from him and popped it in her mouth when he switched on the toy. Chocolate had never tasted as good. The vibrations teasing her body tried to distract her, but she refused to be distracted. She wanted to melt this piece of heaven as slowly as she could and gradually release more of its goodness. By the time there was no more than a lingering taste, she'd lasted for fifteen minutes. Her attention snapped back to her pussy and suddenly she was coming. The rush of sensation surprised her, and she screamed as bliss rushed over her. When she calmed down, Tom kneeled between her legs, locked his lips around her clit and gave it a quick suck. Alex jerked in response and when he didn't stop, she rolled into another orgasm. He wasn't finished with her though, he was proud of her. She'd shown restraint and should be rewarded for it. He curled up his fingers inside of her and massaged her soft folds, and he didn't stop until a massive third orgasm squashed the other two into insignificance, wringing her out completely. He straightened her out and before he left he said, "You did well, Saschenka." 5 Alex entered the playroom and kneeled down next to Ruth. She tried to copy Ruth's position, but somehow she couldn't get it right. Tom saw her struggle and said, "Alex, don't worry about it. I'll explain how you should position yourself soon enough, but you need an example first. Little girl, to me." Ruth flowed from her kneeling position into a slow, meandering crawl. She stopped in front of Tom and resumed her position with the same grace. "Display." Alex's eyes widened when Ruth changed positions. She put her hands behind her head, pushed her chest forward and spread her legs wide. Her body was completely exposed. "Inspection, mouth." She couldn't keep her eyes off Tom as he methodically went over a mental list and checked off everything that was satisfactory or commented on anything he found lacking. Alex couldn't see the look in Ruth's eyes until the last part of the inspection. Her ass was high up in the air as Tom inspected it, and the serene expression on Ruth's face surprised Alex. When Tom declared Ruth had passed her inspection, a smile broke through the stillness, yet she didn't break position. "You can rest now, little girl." "Thank you, Sir." She hesitated in crawling to her pillows next to his seat. "Is something the matter, little girl?" "Sir, do you have any needs that your servant might serve?" Ruth looked up at Tom, the calm look still in her eyes. She'd accept whatever answer he gave her and be happy with it. He stepped closer to her and ran his fingers along her cheek. "Do you have any suggestions, little girl?" "If Sir would like, your servant could service his cock with her mouth." He crouched in front of her and brushed her lips with his. "I'll remember your offer for tonight. Right now I can't accept. We're here for different reasons. Go make yourself comfortable while I explain things to Alex and be ready to demonstrate when needed. Since you're being such a good little girl, I'll let you teach her after I've gone through the basics. Would you like that?" "Your servant would, Sir." "Good, I'll be keeping an eye on you." After one more brief kiss he stood up and turned to Alex, who struggled to accept that a man had politely refused a blowjob. "Are you okay, Alex?" "Yes, I'm fine." "Good, you seemed distracted." "It's just, why didn't you let her suck you off?" He chuckled and said, "Still as crude as ever. My little girl wants to take her time to service me when she gets like this. If I gave her permission to go ahead, she'd have to hurry, and she'd feel like she fell short in servicing me. So I have to hold off if I want to give her what she wants the most." "Oh." "It's okay if you don't understand. Back to today's training. I know you don't have an interest in positions, but positions aren't the most important thing you'll learn during sessions like the one today. Did you notice how Ruth moved?" "Sure." "That's what these sessions are about. I'll teach you to move in a fluent, attractive manner." He could almost feel her skepticism in the look she gave him. "Can I ask why?" "Aesthetics." "What does that have to do with anything? Are you saying I'm not pretty enough?" "No Alex, I'm saying there are lots of ways to present yourself and some are more appealing than others. Aesthetic doesn't mean beautiful, it means that beautiful aspects are highlighted. Movement is largely unconscious, and it requires a certain amount of discipline to change your mostly unconscious behavior. So all in all this is a fitting training for you." She reflected on his words for a few seconds before she nodded and said, "I'll do it." "Let's get started then. Little girl, come here and show her how to stand." "Yes Sir." Time flew by for Alex as she tried to copy Ruth. Having an example helped, but nothing escaped Tom's eyes, and he hit her with the leather flap of his crop more times than she could keep track of. This was a side of him she hadn't seen before. He was still just as intense, but in a much more focused way instead of just unleashing on her. It intrigued her. "Good, I think you've got the basics down. Ruth, she's all yours for the next hour. I'll be in my chair, reading. You're free to disturb me if something comes up." "Yes Sir. It's not a problem if we talk?" "As long as it's relevant." Even though he wasn't actively spending time with her, Alex could feel Tom's presence all the same. His eyes would track her movements from time to time, studying and remembering. It impressed her how he controlled the room, and it made her want to try harder. "Well, your hour is up. If the two of you want to continue, go ahead. Come find me when you're finished and make sure you don't lose track of the time. Both of you have other duties to perform." Once Tom had left the room, the energy that drove the girls dwindled and the session petered out. Confused, Alex said, "Why am I having trouble focusing now?" Ruth smiled and shrugged. "We've been busy for a long time now, longer than usual. When Tom's in the room he makes you focus all your attention on one thing, and you forget everything else. As long as he's there, you won't think about anything else than what he wants you to think about. I love how I feel during our training sessions together." "I noticed, do you always ask him if you could please suck him off?" Ruth blushed at the blunt question and looked away when she answered, "It just felt right to ask at the time. I wasn't really thinking. I forgot you were even there for a while." "You wouldn't have asked otherwise?" This time Ruth's smile was sly, and she cocked her hip. "Who knows, you might learn a few things." "Yeah, right." They laughed together and left the room to find Tom. 6 Tom had set up two chairs in his study and he gestured Ruth and Alex to sit down. "Make yourselves comfortable, girls. I've got a pretty good sound set up in my study, so I want you to listen to a wonderful piano concerto composed by Rachmaninov sitting right where you are. I just finished coding it. It's hard to get quick responses from the Orchestra, but with something slow and passionate like this I hope I can make it work. You two tell me." Ruth and Alex shared a look. This was the first time Tom subjected them to his creation, and they weren't sure what to expect. They sat opposite each other, wearing their uniforms with the Orchestra vibes in place underneath it. "Yes, Sir." "No need for formalities, you're doing me a favor here. Go with the flow of the music and let your body carry you along. You can come if it feels right." He got up and dimmed the lights to give the room a comfy glow. "Now, with one click the music and the Orchestra will start. Any questions before we start?" "Can we touch ourselves?" He smiled and said, "You can be so greedy, Ruth. Sure you can, but I don't think you'll have to. The way I've regulated it you should be able to come with no effort from your part. If I wanted to I could change that and make it so it gets you on edge and keeps you there. And if I'm feeling generous, I could turn up everything. A lot." Tom moved closer to Ruth and pushed her chin up so he could trap her eyes with his. "Imagine what it would feel like to have every vibe that's on you right now suddenly blast you. Imagine what it would do to you after you've been pushed around for over half an hour. Do you think you'd scream louder than the music?" Her breathing sped up at the picture he painted. He could control her body at the click of a button. One tap and she'd be a puppet in his capable hands. He gripped her chin more firmly and kissed her hard. She gasped for breath when he released her, and she bit her lip to keep quiet when he softly kissed her neck. He whispered, "Do you want to see if you can beat my program?" Her voice was tiny when she answered him, "Yes Sir." "What will you do if you don't make it to the end?" Ruth closed her eyes to think of something he'd accept. But it was difficult, his body was still so close to hers. She could smell his soap and feel his warmth, and the brush of his lips along her throat made it hard for her to focus. "Can't think of anything? Don't worry, I'll think of something then. You do your best, and if you don't make it, I'll decide your discipline." He stood up and turned to Alex with an apologetic smile. "Sorry for getting a little carried away there. You'll both get the same stimulation, but Ruth doesn't want to come before the music stops. If she doesn't make it, she'll be disciplined." He clapped his hands together and made his way to the computer. "Now, let's start." The click when he tapped the button was the only sound before the first heavy and lonely notes of the song filled the room. Both girls' eyes widened when sensation bloomed and faded across their bodies. The music continued its meandering way, closely followed by the Orchestra. Higher notes only teased their nipples, sometimes joined by the vibe in their ass. The vibes in their pussy only came into play when the full orchestra played. Every crescendo in the music was sprinkled with small taps of stimulation to their clit. The sensation built until the full weight of the symphony vibrated through all six vibes. Alex slumped back in her chair and enjoyed the dance happening inside her body. She got closer to the edge with every rise until she toppled over during the song's climax. She closed her eyes and let herself be carried along. When she opened her eyes again she saw Ruth and was amazed. Ruth was lying back in her chair, breathing fast and gripping the armrests until her knuckles turned white. Alex knew very well what she'd just experienced, and she couldn't understand how or why Ruth was doing this to herself. But still Ruth didn't seem to be in pain or discomfort. Her eyes were lidded and her mouth was open, and a wild and happy look was on her face. Tom spoke up over the music. "Get ready for the third and last part, you're almost there." His voice distracted Alex from Ruth, and she looked to her side. Tom's eyes were focused on Ruth's every move. She'd never hide it from him if she came. Soon the music sped up, incorporating more instruments again. Alex lost track of all the things she was feeling and had to try hard to keep watching Ruth. Ruth's hips gyrated in her chair to a rhythm all her own. Her eyes fluttered open, and she connected to Tom's vigilant eyes. She shook her head moments before her body started shaking in a long awaited orgasm. Tom walked to his computer and pushed some buttons. A sudden wave of intense stimulation hit every point in Alex's body, and she saw Ruth's body stretch backwards in a consuming climax before she came again herself. The music died down soon after, giving both girls some well-deserved rest. Tom went to Ruth, stroked her hair and said, "It's too bad I couldn't get you to scream louder, little girl. I'll discipline you tomorrow. I won't tell you much about it, just this: you'll be naked in front of a window." A weak moan came from Ruth, but Tom ignored it and turned to Alex. "I think you're in a slightly better state at the moment, so I'll ask you. Did you like it? Did the timing feel right with the music? If everything was okay, then I can finalize my program and code more music." Alex held up her hand, begging off from answering until she caught her breath. "I liked it a lot and sure, it went along with the music, but I don't know what you're looking for here. If you want me to pay attention to the music, then you'll have to turn the vibes down a little." "I just want to know if having the music together with the Orchestra did anything extra for you." "Oh, it did something alright. If I did it again from the start, I'd enjoy it even more because I'd know what was coming." Tom smiled at that last comment. "I'm happy to hear that. There's a reason I chose this piece to be the first. We're going to see it live, and the two of you will be wearing the Orchestra under your dresses. So if you don't want to stand out too much, I'd suggest you practice enduring the stimulation. I'll leave the gear and some instructions available at all times." Ruth revived at those words. "Tom, what do you mean by live?" "We're going to the theatre of course. A beautiful music hall full of people wanting to enjoy good music." "And you'll do this to us?" "Yes." "Oh god." He clapped his laptop shut and left the room whistling, he briefly turned around and said "You're both free for the next three hours. You can take a bath or do whatever you want with the time." Both girls could still feel their bodies simmering, and their boxer shorts were soaked through. They looked each other in the eye and sighed in resignation. "We'll have to do this as much as we can won't we?" "I guess that's the only way." They cleaned the toys and put them in the box next to the laptop. Ruth ran her fingers across its slick surface. Tom had created a dangerous game. She could still hear the piano in her head, and her pussy clenched in response. 7 "Little girl, undress and come with me." Tom stood with his arms folded and watched Ruth go through the ritual of taking off and folding her clothes. When he saw she made no mistakes he turned on his heels and set off. She followed him, and she made sure to glide into her kneeling position in front of him when he stopped, patiently looking down while she waited for him to speak. "You can go sit on the bar stool in front of the window, facing outside." She rose from her position and took a seat, highly aware of her state and where she was sitting. Tom surprised her by stepping in close and grabbing the seat of the bar stool. "You're too far from the window, nobody can see you from here." Tom picked up the bar stool and carried it until her knees were inches from the window sill. He ran his hands along her thighs and pulled them apart. She was torn between her fear of being seen and her excitement about the very possibility. "Did you think about this last night? Did you wonder what you'd be doing for our neighbors to see?" "Your servant did, Sir." "Did it excite you?" "Yes Sir." "Did you think I was unaware of this beforehand?" "No, Sir. You know your servant well." His hands slid higher up her thighs, edging closer to her pussy that glistened with moisture. Suddenly his touch disappeared, forcing a little groan of protest from Ruth. "You didn't expect me to do your work for you, did you? That's not how this works." His hands returned, but this time they weren't empty. He fastened clamps to her nipples, they didn't hurt too much, more of a gentle pinch. Next he fastened leather braces to both her wrists. Each had a thin chain attached to it. "Put both of your hands with their pinky fingers next to your belly button." He attached one chain to each clamp with safety pins. The chains made it impossible for Ruth to reach her pussy without stretching her nipples. "Now, what this is about. You took on a challenge, which is commendable. However, you had no idea what you were dealing with. You were reckless and failed a goal you set for yourself. Since I approved of it, you also failed to achieve a goal set by me. So I need to motivate you to succeed in the next challenge and each one after that." His hands wandered her thighs until he almost touched her pussy. "You have thirty minutes to bring yourself to a satisfying orgasm. Every time a clamp pops off you'll replace it and stop what you were doing for thirty seconds after you've replaced it. I'll keep the time. I know you like this. People can watch you, but they won't know who you are through the blinds. But this is not playtime, if you can't beat the time limit, I'll open the blinds." Ruth had fantasized about being fucked up against the window or about servicing Tom in some other way in front of a window. But everything she fantasized could be interpreted by an onlooker as something that happened in the heat of the moment. What he was telling her to do was something that could only be done consciously. Anyone watching her wouldn't just see her, he'd learn a great deal about her. A delicious blend of embarrassment and excitement made her juices flow. "Are you afraid?" "Yes, Sir." "You'll be fine, little girl. And just so you know, if I wanted to I could stretch your tight little ass over my cock while you play with yourself. Wouldn't that be a show?"