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Teaching The Girl Ch. 01

By: Adore



The tip off wasn't that the house was a mess when He got home. The real clue was that she was lounging on the sofa in a Donna Reed outfit: sleeveless dress with a poufy skirt, pearls and high heels and an apron. she smiled up at Him as He leaned back against the door and loosened His tie. He tried for a stern tone when He spoke, but He couldn't quite hide His delight. He loved this game as much as she did.

"So, honey, what have you been doing all day?"

she rolled on onto her stomach and looked at Him over her shoulder, smiling as her eyes flashed Him a 'dare You'.

"Oh, nothing really, mostly just …. playing"

He nodded as He walked over to the couch, His eyes scanning the house, the open floor plan letting Him see all the rooms. He knelt down by the couch, near her head, His hand softly stroking her hair. He leaned over a bit, inhaling her scent, and as he spoke, His hand tightened in her hair.

"From the smell of your cunt, I'd say playing is all you've been doing, instead of the housework you were supposed to do." He switched His grip on her hair to left hand and used His right to slowly pull the hem of her dress up to her waist. He smiled as she moaned and arched her ass up off the couch a little. He rubbed His hand over her bare skin, dipping it down between her legs to get His palm wet, then yanked harder on her head. "Tell me, slut, what am I going to do with you? You just keep thinking you can get away with whatever you want, and you just keep making Me prove you can't."

He brought His hand down twice, once on each cheek, fast hard smacks that tattooed her ass pink. she bit into her arm to keep from yelling out, but couldn't stop her hips from arching harder, pushing her ass higher into the air. Instead of smacking her again, He put His arm under her and scooped her up, tucking her under His arm and carrying her into the kitchen. When He got to the middle of the room, He stopped and set her down. Before she could get her balance He spun her around and pushed her over the counter, one hand between her shoulder blades while the other yanked her dress back up. He grabbed a wooden spoon off the counter and rubbed it across her ass and the top of her thighs.

"How many times did you play with yourself today, My greedy little slut?"

"Six, Sir."

"Hmm, and with four rooms you didn't clean, that makes ten strokes…to start with."

He gave her long enough to put her head down and take a deep breath before bringing the spoon down on her ass. He gave her five strokes on each cheek, pacing and spacing them well. He didn't want to blister her ass yet, just tenderize it a little. It was going to be a long evening and He didn't want to wear her out too quickly. By the fifth stoke she was arching up into them, moaning steadily against the cool granite counter. 

After He was done, He tossed the spoon into the sink, still holding His hand on her back to keep her still. He reached up into the cabinet over her head, where she kept all her baking supplies, and pulled out a small bottle of oil. she thought he had grabbed a bottle of almond oil to rub into her skin and gasped in surprise when the hot, sharp smell of cinnamon reached her nose. she expected Him to rub it into her ass, to heat her skin up more and gasped again when He pushed her feet wider apart and slipped His hand between her thighs. she still didn't catch on, thinking He was giving her a treat, a quick little orgasm to get the rest of the night off to a roll. It wasn't until the warmth started penetrating into her delicate tissues that she realized He was rubbing the cinnamon oil into her clit. she tried pulling her hips forward but He pushed down harder between her shoulder blades, pinning her to the counter. He couldn't resist a chuckle as He leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"Oh you are a greedy, arrogant thing aren't you? Did you really think I was going to get you off this soon?"

she moaned and shook her head as He rubbed her clit harder, working the oil into her most delicate flesh. He moved His mouth to her neck and bit her sharply, not trying to draw blood, but with the definite intention of hurting her.

"Don't try to bullshit me, pet, or I will have to make this unpleasant as well as painful."

she managed to gasp out a 'yes, Sir' in between moans. The oil was lighting up her nerves, making her aware of even the air in the room blowing across her dripping cunt.

He moved away from her long enough to wash His hands before pulling a stool to the middle of the room and sitting down. she looked over her shoulder at Him, blushing as she saw He was staring at her exposed cunt. He knew how much it unsettled her, being exposed as she was. she would rather be completely naked than to just have parts exposed, but He also knew it turned her on as much as it bothered her. He kept His gaze steady on her ass until she started whimpering, then smiled at her and pointed at the dishes.

she moved to the sink and started to open the dishwasher, but His simple, stern 'No' let her know He expected her to hand wash the dishes. The cinnamon oil was working into her skin, the tingle-burn making it hard to ignore her cunt. she tried to concentrate on stacking the dishes and getting the dishwater ready. she managed to get everything ready without dropping anything, but when He moved off the stool to stand behind her, she dropped the glass she was holding. It fell into the dishwater without breaking and she breathed a sigh of relief. There had been a shift somewhere in the tone of the evening, something that made her aware the night wasn't going to be just a fun game of slap and tickle. There was something darker in the air, and it tasted like cinnamon and tears. He leaned down to kiss her cheek before whispering in her ear.

"You don't need to be so jumpy … well, not yet at least. I just realized I forgot to do something."  He slid a hand down and grasped the hem of her dress again, letting it slowly, softly brush against her skin before tucking it into the apron tied around her waist. He tucked and checked and then stepped back to admire the effect. He leaned forward and again kissed her cheek before whispering to her. His warm breath and low voice made her nipples stand at attention.

"Now that looks fetching, my dear. That big pretty bow from your sweet little apron makes your exposed ass look like my favorite present."

He went back to the stool and sat down. she somehow managed to get going with the dishes, trying to ignore the fact she could feel His gaze on her ass. she wanted to just get the chore over with but made herself go slow so she wouldn't drop anything else. she didn't realize how tense she was getting until He got up off the stool again and stood behind her. she squeaked as He put His arms around her, His hands lightly brushing across her rock hard nipples as He grasped the neckline of her dress and pulled it down. He tucked it under her breasts and pinched her nipples, tugging them up to make sure her breasts were fully exposed in the neckline. she started trembling as she looked out the window they were standing in front of. There was the barest of sheer curtains hanging over the window, and she couldn't help a whimper when she realized that if the neighbors happened to look out their kitchen window they would see her – more of her than she wanted them to see. He whispered in her ear one more time before moving back to His seat.

"Just convince yourself they aren't home, or else you are going to get too jumpy and do something you might regret."

she tried to concentrate on breathing steadily and washing the dishes, but the cinnamon oil on her clit and the air on her exposed ass and tits had her whimpering in a matter of minutes. she bit her lip, getting through the last of the dishes through sheer willpower. 

she had been concentrating so hard on getting through the dishes she didn't realize He had stood up from the stool again and taken off His belt. she yelped in surprise when the first lash hit her ass. she started to move, but His voice held her still.

"No, don't move. Finish wiping the sink."

she followed His instructions, trying her best to not yelp and jump every time He brought the belt down on her asscheeks. He wasn't going for a full whipping yet, just warming her ass up, but she still had trouble keeping herself on track. When she had everything wiped down she simply stood still, gripping the edge of the counter tightly. He increased the tempo, making sure to land the belt all over her ass. He kept it up until she was shaking and moaning, then stepped up behind her and rubbed His hands over her warm pink cheeks.

"Now, pet, I am going to fix up some mop water, and you are going to take that dress off." she looked up at Him, eyes wide at His words. He kissed the corner of her mouth, whispering against her skin. "Put the apron back on, and leave everything else, just lose the dress." He reached behind her and unzipped her dress, then pointed to the middle of the room.

she walked over slowly, her hands shaking as she untied her apron. she relaxed a little when He pulled down the blinds over the kitchen window, but couldn't help but wonder what He was up to when he pulled a bucket out from under the sink. she got it when he added a scrub brush, and the knowledge that He was going to make her scrub the floor on hands and knees made her want to come and faint at the same time. she was an arrogant girl, and was honest enough to admit it, and she knew the commonness of the task was going to eat at her. she was able to handle being a painslut, even able to handle being submissive, but crawling on the floor on her hands and knees was pushing her limits. It was even worse knowing how exposed she would be while she did it, knowing He would be watching her. she got out of her dress and tied her apron back on, trying to control the shaking that wanted to rip through her body, and not succeeding very well.

When He had the bucket full enough He sat it and the brush on the floor, then walked over to her. He walked around her in a slow circle, softening just a bit when He saw how bad she was shaking. He stood in front of her and put His arms around her, stroking her hair and kissing her softly before giving her a very serious look.

"you have to learn, pet. I've let your haughtiness and arrogance slide until now, and I won't do it any longer. It's time you learn just Who is in charge here, that you no longer get to decide what games we play and when. I am Dom, and you are sub, and it's time you take that lesson to heart."

she hated that she couldn't keep her chin from quivering, couldn't stop the tears leaking from her eyes. In the back of her head, she had known it would come down to this, to this choice. Either she had to submit totally or walk away, because He would no longer accept her whims, her arrogant need to be in control. she thought about just walking away, but she knew she wouldn't be able to make herself do it. As much as what she was going to have to would hurt her enormous pride, she knew walking away from Him would hurt even more. she looked up at Him as the tears dripped down her face and nodded the tiniest bit. He hugged her tightly and kissed her, knowing the choice she just had to make, and then pointed to the bucket.

He sat back down on the stool, laying His belt across His lap as she went to the bucket. she kneeled down, got the brush wet, and was about to start scrubbing when His voice made her stop.

"Hands and knees only, pet, and spread your legs wider."

she did as she was told, forcing her mind to go blank; to not think about how she must look. she had almost succeeded when He spoke again, His words slicing through the blankness in her mind.

"Oh, pet, I do have to admit how good you look like that, how much I like seeing your cunt throb and your tits sway as you scrub the floor like a common scullery slut."

she blushed so hard at His words it felt like her skin was on fire, could feel herself blush down to her toes. she moaned in dismay, praying she could just get through this. she swallowed her pride and kept scrubbing, determined to get the humiliation over with as quickly as possible. her spoiled Leo nature wanted to put up a fight and she gritted her teeth and ignored it as best she could.

she concentrated on the chore at hand, getting into a rhythm as she realized that she was actually getting turned on, that as much as her pride was screaming, her darkly twisted libido was cranking up to full force. she spread her knees wider and arched her ass a bit, not even aware she was doing it until she heard Him chuckle softly and whisper.

"I knew it. Deep down under that spoiled brat bitch is a true little submissive, a dark little slut who just wants to be used, made to do things she doesn't want to do."

she felt tears threaten to leak from her eyes again and fought them off, not wanting Him to see her cry anymore. she didn't think He would be mean about it, but until tonight she had also thought she was going to get her way forever. she bit her lip and kept scrubbing, not trusting herself to speak.

When she was halfway done, He walked over to her, letting His belt dangle from His hand. she kept going, even when she felt the first lash on her ass. He made sure to aim carefully as she moved and scrubbed, not wanting to let a stroke get away from Him. This was her reward for being so good, for doing as she was told without arguing or pouting. He kept up a steady rhythm, every few minutes increasing the strength of the blows, so that by the time she was done He was giving her a serious whipping, turning her ass bright red as she moaned and arched her ass. When she had scrubbed the last spot she simply stopped, staying on her hands and knees but leaning down to rest her cheek on the wet floor. she arched the small of her back as sharply as she could, looking back and up at Him, her eyes dark with desire, even while her cheeks continued to blush pinkly. He paused, smiling at her when He heard her moan of frustration and need.

"Tell me, pet … tell me who you are and what you want."

she had to try three times before she could make her voice work, before she could make her pride shut up. Even to her own ears, she could hear the need in her voice.

"i'm Your slut, Sir, Your common little whore who wants to have her ass beaten until she comes." He smiled at her answer, pleased that she was doing so well. He gave her a small verbal reward for being so good.

"Oh, believe me, pet, there is nothing common about you."

He brought the belt back down hard, striping her ass bright red, feeling His cock harden more at the groan of desire she couldn't hold back. He planted His feet firmly and let her have it, the belt almost a blur as He whipped her ass hard. Just the sight of her was erotic, ass stuck so high up in the air, her little apron accentuating her nakedness, even her ankles crossed, her stiletto heels trembling. But it was her eyes, the heat that poured from them that made His cock want to rip out of His pants. her need for His pain blended with His need to give her pain and pushed Him further along. He whipped her ass harder, unzipping His pants and pulling His cock out as He did. He knew she was on the edge, ready to come just from having her ass beat and He slowed for a minute, holding her on the edge until she was all but screaming from her need to come. 

He couldn't hold back any longer; the longer He made her wait the longer He had to wait, and He wanted to fuck her so bad His balls were starting to hurt. He picked up speed again, the belt nothing but a whistling blur as He gave her what she wanted.

she was beyond everything, lost in the fire that was building up in her. her ass felt like it was literally burning, and she wallowed in the pain, letting herself go with it. she screamed as her orgasm started, screamed as He beat her and made her come, her knees pushing up off the floor, lifting her ass even higher so He could hit her harder. her orgasm blasted through her, the intensity making her scream again as she felt her cunt gush, coming so hard she couldn't even breath, could only writhe on the floor, lost in a fog of lust.

He waited until she was over the crest before throwing the belt down and kneeling behind her. He swiped his hand across her cunt and slicked his cock up good, then rocked His hips forward in one swift move and buried His cock in her ass to the hilt. They both screamed at the penetration, and He grabbed her asscheeks hard, digging His fingers into her hot skin. He slammed His cock in and out of her ass brutally, growling and moaning as she pushed back against His cock. He leaned over her, holding her around the waist with one arm, holding her still and steady as He ravaged her ass. she came again, just as hard as before, and the feel of her cunt squirting all over Him, the feel of her tight ass clamping down hard on His cock pushed Him over the edge with her. He threw back his head and howled at the ceiling as He emptied His balls into her.

she slid slowly down, laying on the floor, still holding Him in her ass with her muscles, moaning happily as He laid down on top of her. she couldn't help but moan with desire as He kissed her cheek and growled into her ear.

'Next time, I'm going to stuff a mop handle into your ass and make you mop that way."

Teaching The Girl Ch. 02



He let her get about four steps down the hall before speaking. The humor she heard in His voice made her stop and arch an eyebrow, wondering just what game He was playing now.

"Just where do you think you are going?"

she smiled at Him, figuring she'd play along for a minute, just to see what He was up to. The notion that the rules had indeed been changed never entered her stubborn, spoiled mind.

"Uh, duh... to take a shower like I always do when we are done playing."

He walked over to her, His smile widening. He had to admit to Himself He would have been very disappointed if she had been broken that easily. He kissed her forehead and then grabbed her hair, yanking her head back hard. she yelped and tried to pull her hair out of his grip, which only made Him pull harder. His voice was still full of laughter, but she could hear the steel will in it as well.

"Did I say you were dismissed yet, bitch?" He grinned wickedly as He saw her expression change to incredulous surprise and immediate anger.

"No, asshole, and I didn't fucking ask."

He tightened His grip on her hair and lightly backhanded her across the mouth. For a moment, she was too stunned to even speak, and He took that second to push her up against the wall. He slid His hand around her neck, not squeezing yet, just gripping enough to get her attention. He leaned His face to hers, staring her down.

"Next lesson, bitch – you better learn to watch your mouth, and you better do it quickly." she opened her mouth and He quickly moved His hand up from her neck to cover it before she could start yelling and cussing. "I'm fucking serious, Cinderella. The next time you start running your mouth I am going to find out just how many clothespins I can fit on your bitchy little princess tongue." her eyes widened even more as she realized He was totally serious. He wasn't playing the same game anymore, and she had no clue what the new one was. A small voice in the back of her head tried to tell her He wasn't playing, and it was no longer a game at all, but her arrogant parts were still furious over the kitchen scene and were screaming so loud about it all she couldn't hear. 

Before she could even register what she was doing she bit down hard on His hand, trying like hell to draw blood. He all but roared as her teeth sank into the soft spot between His thumb and index finger. He ripped His hand away from her mouth and even as pissed as she was, she knew she had just fucked up big time. His hand came up fast and she tensed hard, squeezing her eyes shut, expecting Him to backhand her again. When He didn't she opened her eyes and looked at Him. He had crossed His arms over His chest, and was just standing there, looking at her. The very last thing she wanted to do was apologize, but she was smart enough to know if she did anything else, He probably wouldn't be able to stop Himself from hitting her.

"I'm sorry."

He didn't say anything, just shook his head slowly, His eyes never leaving hers. she thought for a second, and then tried again.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

He shook His head again and put His hands on her shoulders. He pushed down hard, forcing her to her knees, then crossed His arms over His chest again and looked down at her. He spoke through clenched teeth, and she knew she had better get it right this time.

"One last try, princess."

she looked up at Him, and the way He was looking down at her made her drop her eyes. It clicked for her suddenly, the significance of kneeling, and why she had always resisted it. Somehow, the simple fact of being on her knees before him had shifted part of the power in the room, and she knew by the way she didn't want to meet His gaze that the shift had not been in her favor. she forced herself to look up at Him, but couldn't bring herself to lift her chin to do it. she hated that, but the things she hated more were the small tear that slipped from her eye as she spoke, and the sound of submission in her voice.

"I am sorry I bit You, Sir, so very sorry I displeased You." she had to drop her eyes again, had to try to shield herself in some way. she felt too exposed, and not just because she was still only wearing an apron and high heels. she felt exposed from the inside, knew the expression on her face was showing Him exactly what was going on in her head. That had always been another thing that had rubbed between them; she wanted to show Him only the parts of herself she wanted Him to see, and He had always wanted to see it all. 

"Look at Me, pet." she raised her eyes slowly, trying to clear her mind of the tangle of thoughts racing through it, trying to hide as much as she could. He smiled down at her, knowing what she was doing and knowing His next words were going to clear her mind very fast. 

"Good. And now you are going to prove how sorry you are, by crawling down the hall and getting the bag of clothespins and bringing them back to Me."

she could only stare at Him in stunned surprise, as just about every part of her screamed out an emphatic 'oh no fucking way'. she knew she was going to do it, though. she had to. It was choice time again, either do it or walk out the door, and one thing they both knew was she did not want to walk away from Him. she felt her chin start to lift and she knew He was going to break her down, but she was determined to not break easily. she told herself it wouldn't be any worse than mopping the floor had been. she saw His smile widen and knew He had just read her mind. she managed to keep the smile off her face, but wasn't quite able to keep it out of her "yes, Sir".

Still, it was one of the hardest things she had ever done, to actually start moving, to start crawling down the hall. she gritted her teeth and did it, though, and by the time she was halfway down to the linen closet she was playing her own game with Him, trying to see just how much she could make Him drool watching her. she put all her kitty cat-slut heart into showing off, and she was glad she was facing away from Him, because she couldn't keep the wicked grin off her face.

He knew exactly what she was doing; He knew the moment her head straightened up she was taunting Him. He let her go with it though, because He knew she had neglected to take a simple matter into consideration, and when she realized what it was it was going to be a very good swat on the nose for her.

It took about five seconds, as long as it took her to stand up and lift the bag of clothespins. she looked at the bag, and then at the floor, and as she realized the only way to get the bag back to Him was carry it in her teeth the haughty, spoiled look on her face turned into a twitch of dismay. He couldn't hold back a chuckle as He watched her face. When she looked at Him He grinned, and His arrogance made hers flare bright. she grinned back and put the bag in her teeth, crawling back down the hall towards him the way a stripper crawls across a stage.

she gently placed the bag at His feet and leaned back, kneeling and looking up at Him with a Cheshire cat grin. He had to admire her cockiness, and He realized He was trying to think of the best ways to bring it out, because He wanted her at her stuck-up best when he knocked her flat on her ass. 

He knelt down in front of her, opening the bag and spilling a pile of clothespins on the floor. He searched through them all, finding the ones with the tightest springs, and then pinched her lips together and put the first one right in the middle. He smiled sweetly at her as she tried not to jump. 

He managed to get five pins on her mouth, and by the time He was done, she could not open her lips at all. she was breathing slowly and deeply through her nose, riding out the wicked pain, determined to not even whimper. He put the tightest pins in his shirt pocket and pointed to the rest, telling her to pick them up. she tried to speak, and her eyes flashed when she realized she couldn't. she looked at the floor to keep Him from seeing the glare in her eyes. 

When she was done, He patted the top of her head and told her to clean the rest of the house, starting with the dining room. she nodded her head, smiling even with the clothespins on her mouth. she assumed the housework would involve similar treats as the dishes and floor, and started working happily. It took about ten minutes for her to realize He wasn't it the room with her. she looked around, finding Him stretched out on the couch, facing away from her and reading a book. she turned her attention back to the job at hand, knowing He wouldn't be able to ignore her while she was cleaning the living room. she worked quickly, not only to get done, but to help forget about the pain sinking deeper into her lips. she had never realized how much she moved her mouth before, and every time she unconsciously did, the pain would flare and sink a bit deeper. 

she worked quickly through all the rooms, saving the living room for last. she made sure to bend and stretch as much as possible while she cleaned, trying to make sure she looked as enticing as she could while she worked. she thought it was working when He came up behind her. she felt a tickle on her leg and glanced down at the feather duster He was holding, forcing herself to not smile. When He leaned in to kiss her cheek she expected Him to tickle her with it, and yelped in surprise when He popped the handle of it up her ass. The yelp had tugged the pins on her lips to spots where the nerves were still awake, and the pain made her groan. He kissed her cheek again and whispered in her ear.

"I'm going to go take a shower, Cinderella. Make sure you're done by the time I get back."

she found herself slamming things around as she cleaned, pissed as hell about being ignored. Her mouth was starting to hurt horribly, and it wasn't the kind of pain she liked, the feather duster was getting uncomfortable in her ass, and by the time she was done she was all the way over to bitchy again. she stamped her foot when she realized she couldn't even sit down and wait for Him to be done with His shower. she stood in the middle of the floor, stewing, and by the time He walked back into the living room she was surprised steam wasn't coming out of her ears.

He walked over and kissed her cheek, chuckling at how mad she was. He gave her a swat on the ass and moved off to the couch, picking up His book and sitting back down. He started to read, ignoring her completely, until she couldn't take it any more and stamped her foot again. He glanced up at her, only half paying attention.

"What, pet?" He started to read again and then looked up at her and grinned. "Oh, that's right, you can't tell me what, can you? Well, go take a shower, and make it fast. I left an outfit on the bed for you to wear." she made a noise and pointed to her mouth, and He snapped His fingers and got up off the couch, pulling a small bag from His pocket as He walked over to her. "I did forget something else, didn't I?"

she closed her eyes in relief as He unclipped the one in the middle, and then shrieked as they flew open again, as He clamped something harder onto her lips. He was smiling at her; a grin of nothing but pure wicked evil, holding up the small vise clamps He was going to use to replace the clothespins. she shook her head, unable to help it, and He casually grabbed her by the hair; holding her head still, staring at her and no longer joking at all.

"Listen, you biting little bitch, you will be fucking lucky if I unclip your mouth at all tonight. I do not intend to ever have to teach this lesson again. Do you understand?"

she nodded carefully, even the brashest of voices in her head silenced by the serious menace in His voice and eyes.

"Very good, pet, you would hate to find out just how much more I can make your mouth hurt." He replaced the clothespins quickly, and then swatted her off to take a shower.

she couldn't help laughing at herself as she got out of the shower, knowing she must have just set a world's record for showering and shaving. she had made sure to do a good job; not wanting to take a chance that anything might delay getting the clamps off her lips. she had to admit, if only to herself, that she had most definitely learned her lesson about biting. 

she stamped her foot again when she saw what He had laid out for her to wear. It was the one outfit He had bought her she absolutely hated. It was a black Lycra body stocking, and not only was it crotchless, the whole ass was cut out of it, and the bodice was cut out to expose the breasts. He was picking all the things she hated, to push every button she had, and it frustrated her so much she had a little mini-fit, stamping and gnashing before she could herself under control. she grabbed the outfit and put it on, more determined than ever to hold out as long as she possibly could.

He looked up from His book when she came back into the living room. she stopped in the middle of the room, her internal warning system flashing when she saw He had changed the furniture around. He had moved the coffee table away and placed an armchair from the dining room at an angle, right next to the couch, and on the seat was what seemed to be a jumble of items under a silk scarf. He pointed to the chair and she walked over to it, unable to keep the apprehension out of her eyes. 

"Lay down on the floor, pet, ass right up to the chair, and put your legs up on the arms." 

she hesitated just a moment, but it was enough. He quickly picked up the small cane He had next to His leg and snapped it hard on her ass. she gave a small shriek, and then another as the first one pulled at the clamps on her mouth. The pain in her lips bloomed fresh again and she did as He wanted, quickly, ready to do almost anything to stop the pain in her mouth.

When she was in place, He leaned over and lifted the scarf off the chair, letting her see what He had brought out to play with. Rope, duct tape, cinnamon oil, and a hood were neatly placed on the seat, all lined up and ready for use, but it was the two other thing on the seat that made tears start in her eyes. His digital camera and digital camcorder sat benignly on the striped silk seat, but to her they looked like the very worst vials in Pandora's box. she looked up at Him, her tears coming faster when she saw He wasn't smiling. He knelt down by her, leaning over to kiss her forehead, softly stroking her hair, looking at her gently.

"This can go quickly, pet, or this can go slowly. The choice is up to you, and this is the last choice I will ever give you. I am going to unclip your lips now, but hear me well: you are to stay completely silent until I give you permission to speak. Can you do that?"

she nodded, and He quickly and carefully removed the clips. He gently rubbed her lips and cheeks for a moment and then leaned back down to her. He kissed her hard, biting on her lips, and it was all she could do to not cry out. A little switch flipped in her head as He raped her tender mouth, and she couldn't stop herself from twining her hands in His hair and kissing Him back just as hard. He broke the kiss long before she was ready to, smiling down at her before standing back up.

He worked quickly, bending down to grab her hips. He pulled her up until just her head and shoulders were on the floor, her back straight up against the front of the chair, and her legs spread wide and stretched down the arms. He picked up the rope and tied her legs to the arms, securing her at her ankles so her knees were spread as wide as possible. she felt herself blush all over, wanting to cry out in dismay. Her cunt was totally exposed, and she didn't think it could get any worse until He picked up the duct tape. He tore off several pieces, sticking them to the back of the seat. He picked up the silk scarf and used it to wipe her skin dry, making sure there was no moisture on the outside of her cunt or on her inner thighs. she had to bite her tongue hard as He spread her outer lips wide and stuck a piece on duct tape on one side. He pulled the tape to the side and fastened it to her inner thigh, then did the same on the other side. He checked and added more tape, making sure her cunt was as spread open as He could get it. When He was done, He looked down at her and smiled.

"Good thing you shaved well, pet."

she couldn't even look at Him; if she did she wouldn't be able to keep quiet. she wanted to beg Him, promise Him anything, if He would just stop, stop exposing her like this. The outfit she had on just made it worse, made her feel so thoroughly exposed she thought she might scream. But somewhere in the back of her head, the fire He had lit with His kiss was starting to take off, and she blushed even more when she realized she could feel cunt juice literally dripping down the crack of her ass.

He picked up the cinnamon oil and dripped some directly onto her clit, rubbing it in well before putting the bottle aside and picking up the hood. she couldn't stop a shudder at the sight of the hood, but compared to everything else, she knew she could handle that more than the rest. He got it on her quickly, giving her a small kiss when He was done. The hood was solid except for a mouth cut-out, and in a way she way grateful for it. It hid the embarrassed blush that covered her face, would hide her expressions at whatever came next.

she felt Him move away from her, and realized the drawback of the hood was she couldn't see what was happening. her nerves cranked up a notch, and she strained to hear something, anything that would give her a clue what to expect. she twitched when He whispered in her ear, the fabric of the hood changing His voice, making Him almost sound like someone else.

"Look at you, slut, all exposed, nothing but cocksucker mouth and tits and cunt and ass. You look like the most deliciously nasty whore I've ever seen. In fact, too good to keep to myself. "

she wanted to scream at Him, to ask Him just what He meant, but a small voice in the back of her head asked if she was sure that had been His voice, because it also sounded a lot like His best buddy's voice. she couldn't see, could hardly hear, and for all she knew the whole room was full of people, people looking at her, seeing her so exposed. her mind went into overdrive at that thought, and she hard to use all her iron will to push the panic back.

The flash of the camera caught her off guard and she almost lost it right then. He kept taking picture after picture, but He talked to her while He was doing it, and His words went straight to where she needed then.

"Oh, pet, you do look nasty and slutty, and you are the sexiest sight I've ever seen, so beautiful and helpless and exposed. You make me proud, girl."

she started crying harder, His words softening her up, letting her turn on to what He was doing. 

"Do you realize just how wet your cunt is, pet? It's throbbing and clenching and dripping, you love being exposed like this so much, don't you?"

The cinnamon oil was working on her too, lighting her nerves, and she was getting off on what He was doing to her, what He was saying. she knew if she were still in this position when He let her come her cunt would squirt like a fountain. her whole body was trembling, and the tears that leaked out of her eyes and stained the mask were tears of pure desire and need. she felt Him lift her head a bit and pull the mask off. He was smiling again as He wiped the tears off her face.

"That was very good, sweetheart. Almost done now, but remember, be quiet."

she nodded her head and took a deep breath, knowing if He felt He needed to remind her, He was about to do something that would make her want to yell. she bit down hard on her lip when she saw Him pick up the small cane from the couch. He untied her feet and held one up on the air, and when He looked down at her again, He was no longer smiling.




Teaching The Girl Ch. 02



"Next lesson: I will not tolerate you stamping your feet ever again. And since you did it eight times tonight, eight strokes per foot. Maybe that will remind you the next time you want to pitch a temper tantrum."

she ended up having to bite down on her arm. she loved being spanked or flogged, but the one type of pain she couldn't handle was a sharp, stinging lash. By the third stroke on the sole of her foot, she was crying, and by the very last one, she was biting her arm hard enough to draw blood to keep from screaming and begging Him to stop.

When it was over, He sat down on the couch, unzipping His pants as He motioned her over. she scooted away from the chair, rolled onto her hands and knees, and crawled to the couch. she started to climb up into His lap, needing Him to fuck her hard and long, but He put His hands on her shoulders and kept her on her knees. He smiled down at her, twining His hands in her hair. In one swift move, He slammed her mouth down on His cock and thrust His hips up, ramming His cock all the way down her throat. He didn't give her a chance to even catch a breath before yanking her head up and then back down, fucking her throat with brutal speed and intensity. He didn't let her suck His cock, He fucked her mouth, and all she could do was gag and try to not fight or choke. she stared up at Him wildly, and the heat blazing from His gaze lit her up. she relaxed her body completely, letting Him yank her like a rag doll, letting Him pound her throat as hard as He wanted. she was on fire everywhere from pain it seemed, the sting in her feet and the string of her abused lips meeting in her cunt, mixing with the burn of the cinnamon oil. she was insane from her need to come, to feel Him pound her cunt the way He was her throat. 

He wrapped His hands around her head and pushed all the way down, until her mouth and nose were smashed flat again His groin, His cock and balls stuffed all the way in her mouth. He screamed out as He came, pulling her hair to rub her face against Him, reaming every inch of her throat with His spewing cock. All she could do was ride it out, she couldn't even breathe, He was gagging her so hard she was sure she was going to throw up. Just when she realized she was about to do one or the other, puke or pass out, He pulled her head back, holding her steady while she gasped in air.

When she had her breathing back under control, He pulled her up onto His lap, petting and snuggling her. she nuzzled in, and couldn't keep herself from rubbing herself against Him. she was getting impatient in her need for His cock, for Him to fuck her senseless, and it showed in the way she moved against Him. He chuckled in her ear and cuddled her up closer.

"Oh, does my precious little pet need to get fucked?" she nodded against His chest, purring at the thought. He chuckled again and gently tugged her head back to look at her, grinning. "Oh, pet, that is such a shame. Playtime is all over for the night."



Teaching The Girl Ch. 03



He held her for a few moments, kissing her and telling her He was proud of how well she had done, before sitting her on the floor and telling her the new rules, the new facts of her life.

she listened in stunned silence as He explained, feeling the world drop out from under her feet. He informed her she was no longer allowed in His lap or on the furniture, including the bed. she would be shackled to the post at the foot of the bed, and would be staying there until He felt like moving her. If He did feel like having her in the living room at night, she would be chained in the corner. she would eat when He fed her; speak only when He gave her permission.

she could only stare up at Him, eyes wide and jaw dropping, so caught off guard her brain was jamming up from trying to process what He had just said. she started shaking her head, but He let it slide, knowing she wasn't saying no; she wasn't even aware she was doing it. He gently cupped her chin, holding her head steady so He could look her in the eyes.

"Now, before you try to get back up to your tower, princess, you need to understand one very simple fact: you asked for this." she shot Him an unmistakable 'You are fucking nuts' look, but He let that slide as well for the moment, to get His point across.

"you came to Me, after reading all My books, after using that unquenchable curiosity to research everything you could on the subject, and you asked me to teach you everything, that it was more than just being a painslut. In fact, I believe your exact words were 'please, show me Your way, lead me down Your path'. Now it's time you learned exactly what you asked for. you are going to get what you wanted, pet, and then some, and it's too fucking bad you never stopped to think My way would not involve you being in charge. I have been patient as hell, waiting for you to use that incredible brain of yours to figure that out, and frankly, My dear, I'm tired of waiting. This could have been so much easier on you, but your stubborn, arrogant pride has guaranteed you are going to learn the hard way."

she could only stare up at Him, shock, anger, and fear warring in her expression, but He could also see desire and need burning hot in her eyes. she wanted to argue with Him, to figure out a way to get back the upper hand, and she couldn't. The one thing she had never been able to do was lie to herself, and she knew everything He had just said was the truth. she shut her mouth, knowing there was no way she could win at the moment, unaware she was actually pouting until He pinched her bottom lip, and not very gently.

"That's another thing, pet. you had better learn fast I will no longer tolerate pouting, either, or you will find yourself crying from the clothespins again."

she managed to smooth her expression and nod slightly, but couldn't stop tears of anger and humiliation from welling up in her eyes. she fought them off as hard as she could, knowing the boo-boo face would not sway him. she had a sinking feeling that He would no longer be swayed by anything she did, and the thought made her want to panic.

He watched her intently, seeing the struggle on her face, letting her work it out on her own. When He realized she was as calm as she was going to get, He nodded.

"That's better. Now, pet, go to your spot and wait for Me." 

she started to stand up, but a hard look from Him made her sit back down fast. she was at a loss as to what He expected. He gave her the opportunity to figure it out on her own, and when He saw the knowledge rise in her eyes He couldn't hold back a smile.

It wasn't hard to figure out, really. He wanted her to go back to the bedroom, but didn't want her to stand ... so what else did that leave? she felt herself blush, the stab of humiliation going deeper as she realized He would no longer even let her walk. she had to crawl. she looked down at the floor, unable to meet His eyes, and slowly nodded her head. He pointed down the hall and she got on her hands and knees, forcing her mind blank as she crawled from the room, praying she could make it to the bedroom before she started sobbing.

she had no clue how long she sat waiting; there was no light coming into the room and no clock, no real way to gauge time passing. she had cried for what seemed to be forever, arms wrapped around her knees, tears splashing down her legs. she cried silently, but it didn't help her sense of shame; she knew He was well aware of her tears. When she cried herself out she just sat, hoping He would come back and just let her go to sleep. she didn't try to fool herself though. she was a very bright girl when she wasn't trying to be Queen of all Creation, and she knew the chances of things being over for the night were slim at best.

she was right, of course. He came in carrying His video camera, barely glancing at her. He ignored her completely as He wandered the room, getting out the few things He would need. she was at least grateful it wasn't much, but the items He did lay on the bed were more than enough. The ankle cuffs were bad enough, as was the gag, but it was the acrylic cane that made her start trembling. 

When He had everything to His satisfaction, He picked up the camera and turned it on, raising it up to His face. she didn't like it at all; the idea of her humiliation being taped was bad enough, but the way He was standing and holding the camera, she couldn't see His eyes, couldn't read the expression on His face. It could have been almost anyone holding the camera. When He spoke, His simple one word command, "Strip", only made her unease deepen; it almost didn't sound like Him, either.

she started to stand up, but something made her look up at Him. she knew just by the tilt of His head that she wasn't even going to be allowed to stand. she dropped her eyes to the floor, wanting to cry at the thought of Him videotaping her struggle to get out of a tight, sweaty full body suit while sitting on the floor. she forced her mind blank, eyes kept down as she pulled the neckline down, trying to relax and not fight the damp spandex. she managed to get it off without too much of a fight, and then folded it neatly and set it aside before hugging her knees again. she kept her head down, trying to hide her face behind her long hair as much as she could. When He very quietly told her to look at Him, it took every bit of her strength to raise her eyes to Him, to the camera. she could feel the blush start in her cheeks as He simply stood there holding the camera, watching her through the lens. she wanted so much to drop her eyes back down, to be able to force her mind blank again, but she couldn't make herself do it. she was worn out, unable to disobey any more tonight, not with the cane she hated above all else sitting right above her on the bed.

He pointed to the cuffs and she felt her eyes widen just a bit more. she had assumed He would chain her to the bed, but she told herself she should have known He would make her do it, knowing how hard it would be for her. she pulled the cuffs off the bed, unable to stop a few tears from leaking down her face as she closed one end of the cuffs around the bottom of the bedpost, and then attached the other around her ankle. she closed it very carefully, knowing if she overshot the mark and tightened it too much He wouldn't let her adjust it, at least not anytime soon. she closed it just tight enough for it to not slip off her heel, then looked back up at Him, trying to not let her need for the smallest crumb of approval show in her eyes. He gave her nothing, just pointed to a spot on the floor in between the bed and the closet.

she turned away from Him and got to her knees, placing her hands palm down on the floor and then bending forward to rest her forehead on her hands. she arched her back, lifting her hips high, grateful that she could at least hide her face this way.

she tried to set her mind in the right place as she got into position, to relax and get calm so she could better deal with what was coming, but He didn't give her the chance. she had no sooner raised her hips before He brought the cane down on her ass. He didn't whack her hard, but that was the thing she hated most about the cane; He didn't have to hit her hard for it to hurt bad, the sharp stinging hurt she hated the most. Again, she tried to relax, but again He didn't give her the chance, bringing the cane back down while she was still tensed from the first blow.

He kept the strokes light, and after the first few she could feel the switches flipping in her head. she raised her hips higher, forgetting everything else as the heat in her ass spread through her body. her nerves were humming along, alchemy turning the pain into a slowly building orgasm. she rode with it, all the events of the long evening blending together, making her need to come all but overwhelming. she kept her head enough to stay silent, but she couldn't keep her ass from rocking up into the blows, could feel the juice drip from her cunt and down her thighs.

He kept up the slow, steady pacing, watching her through the camera. He began to smile as He saw her hips rock, knowing she was getting close. He kept it up, pushing her right to the edge, and when He saw her body tense, He brought the cane down hard.

she shrieked as He busted her ass, the pain so intense it pushed any hope of orgasm away, leaving her hung on the edge of release and writhing from the pain. she bit her arm, trying to hold back the sobbing, knowing it was too late to take back her scream. He was to her in two steps, His hand grabbing her hair hard and yanking her head back with a vicious pull. He still had the camera to His face, but He had dropped the cane and picked up the gag. He held it in front of her face, and she was in too much pain to argue. she took it from His hands and buckled it around her head, trying her best to stop crying. The gag was a breathable one, and for that she was grateful, but it was also nicknamed 'the drooler', and she knew the more she sobbed the more she would end up drooling all over herself and the floor. When she had it in place, He pushed her head back down hard and stepped back, picking up the cane again.

she lost track of almost everything after that, forcing herself to stay as still and quiet as possible. The holes in the gag that allowed her to breathe – and allowed the spit in her mouth to drip out all over her face – also allowed noises to come through, and she knew if she couldn't keep silent He would give her something to scream about. she sobbed silently as He tore into her ass, beating her the way He liked, which was not even in the same neighborhood as the way she liked. her stomach was cramping painfully from the need to come, her ass was blazing and welting from the beating He was giving her, but the worst part for her was the fact that in no time she was drooling so much from the gag her face was soaked, the spit even going up her nose and into her hair.

The pain had become so intense and steady it took her a few seconds to realize He had stopped hitting her. When she did figure it out, she started shuddering, reaction setting in at once. she stayed still, ass up and head down, until she heard Him snap His fingers, and then carefully turned back around to face Him, staying on her hands and knees so she wouldn't have to put her butt on the carpet, or even on her heels. she looked up at Him and barely had time to register He had His cock out before He stepped to her and yanked her by the hair to a kneeling position. she moaned deeply as her ass hit her heels and the drool covered her face began dripping down her chin and onto her chest. All she could do was stare up into the camera, her mind and emotions so exhausted she thought she might actually swoon. He stepped in closer to Her, stroking His cock, and without a word He pushed His cock against her face and came all over her, making sure to spray her hair as much as her face.

she didn't move a muscle, only closed her eyes so the come wouldn't get in them, unable to keep pitiful little whimpers from escaping her throat. When He was done, He stepped back from her, looking down at her, and the fact she couldn't read His expression at all made her cry harder. He turned the camera off and sat it on His dresser.

"Do not try to wipe your face off at all." He didn't even wait for her to nod before He turned away from her and walked out of the room. she lay down on her side, curled into a little ball, and cried herself to sleep.

she woke up slowly, trying to figure out why she was so stiff. she rolled over with the intention of going back to sleep, but when she bumped her head on the bed frame she snapped awake, realizing where she was and why she was so uncomfortable. she sat up slowly, wincing from the welts on her ass, realizing simultaneously that the spit and come on her face had dried into a plaster mask, and that she had to use the bathroom something fierce. she peeked up to the bed and wanted to groan when she discovered He was still asleep. she lay back down, curled up for warmth, praying He would wake up soon. she was cold, miserable, and cranky, and somewhere in the back of her head, the spoiled brat woke up and wanted to start hollering. she ignored it as best she could, gritting her teeth. It took her a second of teeth gnashing to realize He had taken the gag off her at some point in the night, and that small show of kindness made her want to weep.

He woke up not too much later, giving her a sleepy "good morning" as He stepped over her and went into the bathroom. she tried to keep her mind still and calm, knowing anything might happen when He came back into the room. When He did come back in, He started getting dressed, ignoring her completely. she tried to get His attention by moving her foot slightly, making the metal cuff rattle on the bedpost, and when that didn't happen she sighed and tried to wait patiently. It wasn't until she realized He was dressed and fixing to walk out of the room that a small dose of panic set in. Without thinking, she reached out and gently grabbed His pants leg, tugging softly. 

He looked down at her, eyebrows raised, but she knew it was in question, not anger. she looked up at Him mutely, waiting for Him to give her permission to speak. she wanted to just yell at Him to let her the fuck up and fast, but she knew if she did that she would not like the result. she bit her lip and looked down, but couldn't make herself let go of His pant leg. After a moment, He patted the top of her head, and when she looked up at Him He nodded, giving her permission to speak. she had to try twice, clearing her throat before she could get a sound out, and when she heard the lack of will in her voice, she almost started crying again. she looked down at the floor again as she spoke, the fact she was having to ask for a simple necessity like peeing made her blush in humiliation.

"please, Sir, may I use the bathroom?" 

He nodded absently and started to turn back to the door, but she tugged on His pant leg again and pointed to her ankle. He smiled down at her and snapped His fingers.

"I knew there was something I forgot." As He spoke He knelt down on the floor by her, and she moved her ankle closer to Him, thinking He would unlock her long enough to let her go to the bathroom. she looked at Him quizzically as He ignored her ankle and reached under the bed. He pulled a chamber pot out from under the bed and sat it next to her. she stared at Him in horror, and when He chuckled at her and stood up, it was all she could do to not pick it up and throw it at His head.

It took two hours for her to break, when she knew it had come down to two choices: either use the chamber pot or soak the carpet. she knew which was the lesser of two evils, but it still took every ounce of will she had. When she was done she closed the lid and very carefully pushed it back under the bed, and then curled up and cried until she thought she was going to throw up.

He waited until she had stopped crying before coming back into the room. she was still curled up with her eyes closed, so it wasn't until He knelt down in front of her that she realized He was there. she opened her eyes, but couldn't bring herself to look above His shoes. she knew if she looked up and saw Him smiling it would be over, she would lose it so bad she would most likely try to tear the smile off His mouth with her teeth. It wasn't until He gently stroked the top of her head that she dared to look up at Him. He wasn't smiling, laughing at her, or even looking at her with pity – which probably would have been worst of all. His eyes were grave, but His expression was soft, and she allowed herself to breathe again, relaxing the tiniest bit under His hand.

"you just earned a privilege, pet. That's the last time you will have to do that, so long as you behave about it."

she looked up at Him, and couldn't keep the tears of gratitude from falling. she was grateful, too; grateful she had been able to behave so far, grateful that He was being kind and generous for the moment. she had no idea how long either thing would last, but she wanted to give something back, wanted to show Him in some way how grateful she was for what He had just given her. she thought a moment and then smiled just a little, knowing one thing that might do the job. she opened her mouth and almost started speaking before she caught herself, slapping a hand over her mouth and gasping at what she had almost done. He smiled a little at her actions, pleased that she was getting one of the harder aspects. He nodded very softly, letting her know it was ok to speak. she looked Him in the eyes, and for once, the look contained none of her usual arrogance.

"thank You, Master. Your kindness warms my heart." she had dropped her eyes as she spoke, hoping she chose correctly. When He kissed her sticky forehead, she knew she had. she had always balked at calling Him Master, in fact had only done it a very few times, and usually with at least a trace of sarcasm. 

He pulled the key out of His pocket and unlocked the cuff from around the bedpost, and then stood up and looked down at her, His expression turning back to stern.

"you have fifteen minutes in the bathroom; I'm giving you a few extra minutes this morning because I know your hair is a mess. Do I need to suggest using your time wisely, pet?" she shook her head quickly, and He nodded and left the room.

she had a moments dilemma when she realized she couldn't get the chamber pot into the bathroom to clean without standing and walking. she shrugged it off, not wanting to waste time dithering over it; she wanted to be done with time to spare. she couldn't help it though, as soon as she stood up, she had to take a minute to stretch and just enjoy being upright on her feet again.

He came back in fifteen minutes later, carrying a plate of eggs. He wasn't surprised that she was already back in her spot, knowing she wasn't going to risk losing her bathroom privileges any time soon. What did surprise Him was that she had already attached the cuff back to the bedpost. He hoped that was a good sign, knowing what was coming next might get a bit ugly. she was clean again, and He was well aware she might have rediscovered her brat once she had washed last night off herself, and what He was about to do would piss that brat off to no end.

As soon as she saw the eggs, she realized she was absolutely starving. her hunger pains were quashed a bit when she realized there was no fork on the plate, or in His hand, but when He held the plate out to her she took it. she looked up at Him to thank Him, and when she saw him unzip His pants, she moved to put the plate on the floor next to her. she assumed He just wanted her to pay for breakfast with a blowjob, and she was at the point where that looked like a good bargain. she almost had the plate to the floor when His simple "no" made her look up at Him quizzically. The stern look on His face let her know He had something else in mind, but she honestly had no clue what it might be, even with His next words.




Teaching The Girl Ch. 03



"Hold the plate up."

she held it up, still with the puzzled look. she held it up as if she was offering it to Him, trying like hell to figure out what was coming.

He watched her face intently, knowing her puzzled princess look was going to go away quickly, and He couldn't help but smile as He felt His balls tighten.

she still didn't get it, not until she heard His all too familiar groan of pleasure. she could feel the shock slam into her face as He came all over the plate. she was totally caught off guard, this one act surprising her more than anything He had ever done, and could only look up at Him as if He had just sprouted another head on His shoulders. It wasn't until He zipped His pants and stepped back to lean against the wall that shock was shoved out of the way by the Queen of all Creation's anger. she was so mad she could hardly think, could barely hear the small voice in the back of her head screaming to behave. He watched her closely, seeing the struggle in her face, knowing if He didn't pay attention He would most likely be hit by the plate He fully expected her to throw.

It was a very near thing, but she finally managed to get herself under control enough to not throw it. It was too much, that He expected her to still eat the eggs, that she would have to eat them without a fork, eat like a fucking dog, but it was the fact that He was going to watch her do it that kept the dials in her head all the way over in the red zone. she was straight up furious.

It didn't take long for both to realize it wasn't going to come down to a fight, but a battle of wills. He closed His eyes for a moment, one hand pinching the bridge of His nose, and the gesture made her close her eyes in dismay. she knew that look all too well – it was the look he got when He couldn't get a program to work. It was the look of a Man about to hack through the center of the knot because He was tired of fucking with it. He folded His arms across His chest and looked down at her, and she knew just by the tilt of His head what was coming.

"Either eat or pack your bags, and you have one minute to decide."

she started shaking her head, but He could tell she wasn't even aware she was doing it. she was looking at Him in numb misery, and He couldn't ignore that it seemed one of them had missed something somewhere. He had expected fury and tears, a spoiled brat tantrum, but not the absolute heartbreak He saw in her eyes.

"Tell Me why I see that look on your face, princess."

she looked down at the floor; unable to stand that she was so naked to Him. she wanted to be strong and proud, but her voice came out as naïve and hurt as a child's.

"If You don't want to be with me anymore, why do You have to do it like this? Am I so horrible You need to destroy me before You throw me out?" she couldn't keep her bottom lip from trembling, and she buried her face in her hands. she sounded so pitiful she wanted to just crawl in a hole.

He knelt down in front of her and gently pulled her hands away. He was beginning to get a glimmer of what the misunderstanding was, and He couldn't help but soften a bit. He knew where her arrogance and attitude came from, what she had always tried to hide from the world with it.

"pet, you need to tell Me why you are so sure I am going to throw you out."

"Because You are setting me up to fail. You have to be." she looked up at Him finally, but couldn't make herself speak above a whisper. "You know I'm not that strong." He held her chin firmly, knowing how much it had just cost her to say that.

"princess, there's one small fact you seem to be overlooking: I would have never asked you to move in with Me if I thought you couldn't do this." He could tell by the way her eyes widened at His words she had never considered that idea. "I may be sadistic, and I may be hard, but I have never, I hope, been cruel. If I honestly had any doubts about you, pet, I would have simply patted you on your pretty little head and told you no. I would have never agreed to teach you, never asked you to live with Me, if I didn't know beyond doubt that you could do this."

she had to close her eyes, torn between the need to smile and the need to cry. It amazed her that is was this Man, hard and sadistic and thoroughly kinky, who would be the only one ever to encourage her, to tell her she was strong enough to face the really hard things, that she wasn't just pretending to be strong, like she thought she was. she felt herself soften inside, open up a little more, as another jumble in her head cleared. she had a sudden mental image, vivid in its realism, of being on a path, but for once not being alone on it. He was somewhere up ahead, laughing and telling her to hurry, telling her she had the courage to get to Him. she looked up at Him, and she knew at least part of it must have shown in her face. He gave her the barest of nods, stood back up, and leaned against the wall.

she held the plate up under her chin and closed her eyes again. she kept her mind on the image of the path, knowing if she really stopped to think about what she was doing, she might not be able to finish, or even worse, throw up on the plate.

she opened her eyes after a few bites, and instantly regretted it. Somewhere along the line, He had picked up the video camera and unzipped His pants. The knowledge that He was jerking off watching her, videotaping it as well, made her throat want to close down to nothing. she took a deep breath, pushing it out of her mind as well as she could, but as she continued to eat, she found her eyes wanted to keep peeking at Him, watched to keep watching Him stroke His cock. she was slowly becoming aware of just how turned on she was, not necessarily from what she was doing, but because He had left her hanging hard on the edge of several orgasms, because she was a naturally horny girl, because the sight of His hard cock always made her want to get on her hands and knees and stick her ass up in the air. On one of her peeks, she looked up at Him, and He smiled down at her, a slow, rich smile that promised a hard, deep fuck. she found herself eating a bit faster, knowing as soon as she was done He was going to pound her.

He had planned on making her lick the plate clean, but He didn't want to wait. The heat radiating from her eyes was going straight to His balls, making Him want to pounce on her. One of the things that had always been easy between them was the fact they each made the other horny beyond reason.

As soon as she had the last bite in her mouth, He pointed at the floor. she laid the plate down and just looked up at Him, not realizing she was moaning. He no sooner got "bend over the bed" out of His mouth before she was moving, bending over the edge and spreading her legs as wide as the cuffs allowed. The sound of His voice was deep and guttural, but it couldn't mask the sound of Him pulling His belt off.

"Show Me, slut. Stick your ass up higher and show Me how wet your cunt is."

she rose up on her toes and arched her hips hard, flexing her knees to get her thighs as spread as possible. she had to bite the comforter to hold back a moan as she felt her cunt clench and send a small river of juice down her thigh. she heard the belt coming and knew it was going to be bad on top of the welts from last night, but she arched up higher anyway, begging for it.

He only gave her one stroke, but He made it count, aiming so it would land right across the very top of her thighs and cunt, making sure it was as hard as He could get it. she made a sound somewhere between a scream and a growl, and the noise lit Him up like fire. He put the camera and belt down, grabbed her hips, and shoved His cock inside her as hard as He could.

she bit the linens again but couldn't hold back her scream, and even to her own ears, she couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. she pushed back against Him as hard as she could, and not even the pain from her blistered ass could keep her from grinding against Him.

He let her ride Him, let her fuck Him just until she started building up, knowing the more times He made her wait to come the more likely it would be for it to catch Him by surprise, and He still had no intention of letting her get off any time soon. As soon as He felt her shift gears, He pulled out of her and flipped her over on her back. He pulled her off the bed and pushed her to her knees, ramming His cock down her throat as hard as He had into her cunt.

she made that scream/growl sound again, this time in pure frustration, but she still sucked His cock hard, looking up at Him with challenge in her eyes. He smiled wide at the look, knowing she was going into 'I'll show you' mode, knowing He was going to get one of her best blowjobs. He also knew she intended to pull her mouth off His cock as soon as He was ready to come, to try to pay Him back for leaving her hanging yet again. He kept His hands at His side, letting her think she was going to get away with it. He happened to glance down at the plate and smiled again, debating whether to tweak her nose yet again by coming on the plate and making her lick it up. her tongue changed His mind, her hot little tongue swirling all over Him as she put her all into what she was doing. He just wanted to come in her mouth, her sweet, fiery bratty mouth that always knew how to drive Him insane, either from lust or from anger, quite often both at the same time. He looked down at her, holding Himself back long enough to ask one more question.

"Are you Mine?"

she moaned around His cock, the vibrations of her throat pushing Him over the edge, nodding her head as she sucked harder. He pushed His hips forward, pinning her head against the bed, and howled up at the ceiling as He filled her mouth.

He gave her a pillow and blanket before He left the room, and she had to smile, pleased with herself for behaving enough to earn another small privilege. When He went to the living room she stretched out on the floor and promptly fell asleep, not even aware the small smile never left her face.



Teaching The Girl Ch. 04



He left her alone for the rest of the day, not for punishment, but to let her rest and ponder recent events. she needed the quiet time to get the rest of her head with the program, to start showing those parts what her heart was already learning.

she had spent the day thinking - with a few catnaps in between – not just about everything that had happened, but also thinking about what might come next. For once, she wasn't trying to figure it out to look for an upper hand; she was trying to steel herself for anything He might have in mind. she knew He was most likely going to do all the things she had always balked at, all the things He liked but she had refused to even try. It was a long list, and after a while she gave up, knowing fretting about it just wasn't going to help.

Dinner went a little better than breakfast had, but only because she knew what to expect. she did have a moment of consternation when she realized she had been expecting to get a fork to use, since she had been so good at breakfast. It must have shown on her face, because He reached down and lightly tweaked her nose.

"That's for doubting Me, pet."

she didn't say anything, just held her plate up while He unzipped His pants. she kept her eyes closed until she heard Him zip back up. she really did not want to get her libido raging again.

He didn't watch her eat; he used the time to wander the room, laying out toys and clothes on the bed. Blindfold, walkman and earphones, dildos of assorted shapes and sizes, duct tape – nothing to make her panic. What did have her wondering were the clothes He was laying out for her. He laid out her best outfit, a very formal black velvet beaded cocktail dress, her favorite black suede pumps that had cost her a small fortune: even her absolute best silk pantyhose and pearls wound up on the bed. she had to force herself to eat he last few bites of her dinner, knowing if He was going to dress her up that much, it probably meant He had every intention of dragging her through one hell of a metaphorical mud puddle.

When she was through eating, she sat the plate down and waited. When He saw she was through, He knelt down and unhooked the cuff from her ankle.

"Full party plumage, pet – hair, nails, make-up, the works." she peeked up and nodded, and He cupped her chin lightly, making sure she kept looking at Him. "I know all that takes some time, pet, but I do recommend you do it all as quickly as possible." she nodded again and started to look down, thinking He was done, but His grip tightened on her chin until she looked up again. "And do not make the mistake of thinking I'm putting you in high heels so you can stand proud, pet. As soon as you are done, you are to come out to the living room." she nodded one last time, getting His meaning with no trouble.

she did have a small moment of panic when she was dressed and ready. she gave herself one last look in the mirror, seeing the truth of what it showed: a tall, elegant beauty who could walk into a room anywhere and make heads turn, just by the way she carried herself. she almost couldn't do it, couldn't get back down on her hands and knees, but somehow she managed.

she stopped at the end of the hall, just inside the living room, scanning the room for any hint of what to expect. Everything looked about the same as it had last night, even down to the chair next to the couch and the toys piled on the seat. The only thing different from last night was the coffee table was back in place. she was so busy looking for something sinister she didn't register the bowls of snacks that had been put out on the table.

He was on the phone, and when He noticed her, He nodded and pointed to the chair. she crawled over to it, telling herself it was no big deal, He was just going to tie her up like He had last night. she couldn't quite make herself believe that, though. she knew it was going to be a whole lot different this time.

she was so busy talking to herself she didn't pay any attention to His phone call, and when a small voice piped up in her head and mentioned that He had just said "see you soon" before hanging up, she didn't have time to ponder that. He had no sooner hung up before He snapped His fingers and pointed to the arms of the chair. she got herself into position, forcing her mind blank as he tied her ankles to the chair.

When He had her bound to His satisfaction – wicked little knots that she knew from experience would only tighten more if she struggled – He knelt by her head and tied the blindfold around her eyes. He put the earphone buds in her ears, using small pieces of duct tape to make sure they wouldn't slip, doing the same thing with the blindfold as well.

she couldn't stop a mental curse when He started the cd player, not aware she had mouthed the words "oh motherfucker" until she felt Him pinch her bottom lip hard. she couldn't have helped it though; the cd He put on was her sex cd, all the songs that always make her horny as hell just from listening to them. He leaned down and pulled one of the ear buds out of her ear, smiling just a little as the duct tape made her wince.

"Here's a heads-up, pet, on another lesson that's going to come. you really want to start considering the consequences of having such a potty mouth." He kissed her ear, and the smile she felt on His lips made her mouth dry up. she nodded quickly, vigorously, and she could hear Him chuckling as He taped the earpiece back in place.

When she had gotten in position at the chair, she had unconsciously smoothed her dress up so she was still covered. she couldn't stop a shiver of lust from traveling down her spine as He slowly pushed the dress down her hips. He ran His fingers over the crotch of her pantyhose, and the moan that had started at His touch trailed off as He dug His fingers into the thin silk and tore a hole in her hose. she tried to not think as she felt Him drying her off, to not think about the fact He had just ruined a sixty dollar pair of pantyhose, that He was about to use the duct tape to tape her cunt wide open. It didn't work too well, and the sexy music playing in her ears wasn't helping anything at all.

He also used the cinnamon oil again, but instead of a few drops massaged into her clit, He poured a liberal dose all over her cunt, making sure to rub it in well everywhere. she had to bite her lip as the heat started sinking in, trying her best to hold back the whimpers she could feel in her throat.

The one good thing about the music, she realized, was that it gave her a reference for time. After He had rubbed her down with the oil, she had felt Him step away. When He came back over by her, when she could feel His presence by her leg, she knew it had only been about ten minutes, even though it had felt much longer. she had just enough time to register a new smell over the cinnamon – fresh coffee – before she felt Him put something hot on her cunt. It only took her a few seconds for her to realize he had just set His coffee cup down between her legs. she could feel the blood slam into her face, and her first instinct was to snap her hips hard and send the cup flying. she shut the door hard on that impulse, knowing if she did that, all she would wind up with was a face full of very hot coffee.

she bit her lip hard, trying to keep herself under control, and it was not easy at all. she was mad as hell that He had purposely dressed her up like a Queen so He could use her as a piece of furniture, a fucking cup holder of all things. she knew He was nearby, watching her intently and most likely grinning. she smoothed her expression as much as she could, not wanting to give Him the satisfaction of her anger.

It only took a couple of minutes – one song – before she became aware of the heat building up on her skin. The cinnamon oil was bad enough, but the heat from His coffee cup was making it worse. Every so often she felt the cup move off her, and knew He was drinking His coffee, taking a few sips before setting the cup back down on her cunt. Every time He moved the cup, she'd get just enough cool air on her crotch to tame what was beginning to feel like a wicked sunburn, and every time He sat the cup back down it would crank back up again.

she cast her mind about, trying to think of anything that would take her mind off the heat, off the music working it's way inside her. she knew if she didn't, she was going to start getting jumpy, and if she did that, she'd wind up with hot coffee all over herself. She went over the room in her head, mental eye scanning back over what she had seen when she had crawled into the living room. For some reason her mind showed her the bowls on the coffee table, bowls of chips and nuts and popcorn, and the lazy thought "oh that's odd, He doesn't eat popcorn" made her suck in air as light bulbs started going off in her head. That hateful little small voice piped up again, reminding her about the "see you soon" it had overheard, and it all came together. It was Saturday night, there was a boxing match on cable tonight – and at least four of His friends had been planning on coming over and watching the fight. she tried to get herself in hand, and had almost succeeded, when the cd paused between songs and she could hear just enough in the room to know she had just heard the front door shut. Someone inside her head hit the panic button hard, and the music was so loud in her ears as the next song started she didn't hear her own scream of rage as it tore out of her mouth. she realized later He had been watching her very closely, because she had no sooner opened her mouth before she felt the coffee cup being moved off her and a very strong pair of hands pushing down on her shoulders. her head was lifted just enough for someone to slap a ball gag in her mouth and hook it tight, and she could feel at least one other pair of hands on her, helping tie almost every inch of her body to the chair. she fought as best she could, reason being nowhere in the neighborhood now, but it did no good at all. By the time it was over, and it damn sure took less than time than the song playing, she was trussed tightly to the chair. she tried to pivot her hips, to throw herself and the chair sideways and couldn't even do that. He always bought heavy, well made furniture, and she knew now it wasn't just for the quality.

she lost track of time, of the songs playing, everything being washed away by the flood of utter panic going through her. she finally became aware of a hand softly stroking her cheek, and she could tell by the aftershave on the wrist that it was He, sitting next to her, trying to soothe her. she felt her body finally start to relax, and when she finally was able to take a deep breath, He patted her cheek softly and moved away.

she kept a tight rein on herself after that, knowing if she lost it again things were going to get even worse for her before the night was over. It had just caught her so off guard, that He would do something like this and not even stop to consider her feelings in the matter. He knew how bad just being a coffee holder would be, but to dress her up and then have His friends over to watch her humiliation without even discussing it with her just left her speechless.

After a while she became aware someone was kneeling by her head, changing the cd in the player. she turned her head towards the couch, not knowing whom it was and not wanting anyone to see the way she was blushing. she was hoping for a nice, relaxing cd, something to just help her drift away, but what she got instead was worse than her sex cd. It was another sex cd, but this time it was an actual recording of them having sex. she couldn't help but grit her teeth as she realized how busy He had been all afternoon, planning every detail of how He was going to continue to strip her down. 

she tied to block the sounds from the cd, but it was no use at all. He had made an audiotape of them once, right after she had moved it, and it had been one hell of a hot time that night. It took less than five minutes for her to realize her lust was raging again, listening to Him moan and groan and talk dirty to her while He fucked her senseless had her cunt clenching and dripping. she felt her whole body blushing, her mind trying to pull the breakers in her head, and none of it was doing any good at all. When He sat His coffee cup back down on her cunt again, she could feel her hips trying to rock under it, to get it to rub the right spot.

she lost track of time again, her head lost in the need for Him to fuck her hard, to pound the insanity out of her head with His cock. she forgot about other people being in the room, forgot about her panic attack, even forgot her anger and humiliation as she listened to herself come again and again, as she listened to the sound of His cock slamming into her, to His non-stop rush of words and sounds. she knew she was gone, totally over the edge, when she felt the coffee cup replaced with a rocks glass filled with ice. she knew, just by the ice in the glass, that it was His best friend's glass, that he was going to use her, too, and she just didn't care. she rocked her hips slowly, not even aware she was moaning around the ball gag in her mouth, only that her cunt was on fire in a hundred different ways and dripping like a waterfall.

Someone moved the glass off her, and she became aware of the sense of people standing all around her. part of her wanted to panic, but before that part could even get in gear, she felt someone slowly slide a dildo into her cunt, and she couldn't help but try to arch into it. she still could hardly move; her earlier struggles had tightened the knots holding her considerably. she felt movement around her and realized most of the ropes were being untied, all of them except the ones holding her ankles, but it was enough. she put her palms flat on the floor and pushed up, pivoting her knees out more, opening herself as wide as she could, using her body to beg for more.

Things became an even bigger blur after that, nothing but the sounds of intense sex in her ears, hands all over her body, someone pulling her tits out of her dress, rubbing her legs, her ass, and her writhing and arching into it all. Someone would fuck her for a little bit with a dildo, just enough for her to start the short trip to an orgasm, then pull it out and stick something else in her cunt. she realized at some point it was no longer dildos she was being fucked with; they had started going around the room finding things to stick in her. Each object was bigger than the last, filling her up and stretching her wide, and the absolute sluttiness of what they were doing to her, and how much she was enjoying it, pushed her into a place she had never been before, where she flat out didn't care what was next, so long as she kept getting fucked she just didn't care. 

What finally pushed her over the edge was when she realized the latest object being pushed into her cunt was her very favorite princess statue, a porcelain piece she had since she was young. It was so big she thought she was going to tear wide open, but she arched up into it anyway, lost in the kinkiness of being humiliated and fucked like a slut by a porcelain princess. Whoever was holding it seemed to catch that and slammed the statue into her harder, fucking her brutally. Someone else leaned down and took the gag and earphones off her, and the sounds of her own slutty desire was all it took. she screamed and growled as she finally started coming, her orgasm so intense it hurt, ripping noises from her throat as the statue was pulled from her cunt, as her hips thrashed, as she came so hard she gushed like a fountain, the force of her cunt clenching sending stream after stream of juice into the air, splashing all over her. she had just started coming down, still writhing but over the hardest pangs, when the statue was rammed back into her cunt and she heard a camera click. she groaned as she came again, and there was enough of a sane place left in her head to marvel that the porcelain princess wasn't being smashed to bits by the force of her clenching muscles.

she must have passed out after that, because the next thing she became aware of was being carried down the hall. she didn't even open her eyes, just sniffed the chest she was curled against. she knew by the aftershave who carried her, and she smiled and snuggled in closer and wrapped her arms around His neck, already falling back asleep, the small smile never leaving her face.

her first thought when she woke up was that she must have slept like the dead. she was on the floor, of course, on her side, but instead of just her ankle being cuffed to the bed, she was tied to it. her hands were up over her head, tied together at the wrist and then tied to the bedpost. Her ankles were the same way. A full length mirror had been laid down on it's side on front of her, letting her see herself completely. she was still fully dressed from last night, and several come stains had been added to her dress at some point. The stained dress combined with her smudgy make-up and tangled curls were summed up by the two words He had written across the top of the mirror – "His slut"

as she tried to find comfortable spot she realized she was sore all over, and as she remembered why her cunt was so sore she felt herself blush hard. The whole night came rushing back in glaring detail and made her have to close her eyes against the vision of herself in the mirror. she couldn't help the thought that He had picked the wrong word; there was nothing slutty about her – she was nothing but a whore, a white trash cheap, nasty whore, just like her parents had always told her. she was beyond shame now, that everyone knew the truth of her, and she was so mortified she couldn't even cry,

he saw it all, of course, when He came in to give her the first bathroom break. One thing she had always flat out refused to talk about was her family or childhood; all He had ever managed to get from her was that her parents were gutter-hugging drunks and the day she turned eighteen she had walked out of their house and never looked back. He had known last night was going to wake up some ghosts in her head, but He also knew if she never faced her fears, she'd never get over them. Part of Him just wanted to cuddle her up and kiss away her fears, but He wouldn't let Himself do it. He was going to push her even harder, push her down as low as He could, until she had no choice but to re-invent herself the right way.

He untied her and let her go to the bathroom while he went back to the kitchen and fixed her breakfast. When He came back she had stretched herself back out on the floor, in position for Him to tie her back up. When she glanced up and saw he was holding her plate, she simply sat up and took it, holding it up for Him without even once looking above His shoes. When He was done she started to eat, but His simple "no" made her look up before she took a bite. He pointed at the floor in front of her, and she put the plate down, then simply sat back and waited. she didn't even look up or react when He told her to eat; she just leaned forward and down and ate her breakfast, trying her best to not look at herself in the mirror still in front of her.

He didn't tie her back up when she was done, He just cuffed her ankle back to the bed. He was about to leave the room when she tugged on His pants leg. When He looked down at her, she simply pointed to the come stains on her dress and looked up at Him.

"All from Me, pet, and all after you were back here." she didn't let go of His trousers, but had to drop her eyes, knowing she was going to have to ask the next question. It took her three tries, and He still ended up having to put His ear right by her mouth to hear her whisper.

"who was holding princess?"

He couldn't help but soften at that question, knowing that no matter how necessary the symbolism of last night was, it still hurt her somewhere inside. He pulled her forward into His lap and rocked her slowly, kissing her as He whispered in her ear.




Teaching The Girl Ch. 04



"Me, honey. I promise, no one but Me touched princess. I wouldn't have let them."

she could never figure out later why she slipped out of His lap and picked up her plate. she didn't know if she was thanking Him, or simply … submitting; whatever the reason she knelt and held the plate up, offering it to Him.

He had to admit she had finally, truly surprised Him. He had been planning everything for over a month, wanting to make sure He had every detail He needed and had anticipated every possible action of hers. Like His coming on her plate yesterday morning, this one thing would have never entered His mind. He never let His surprise show, though, He just stood up and unzipped His pants.

she never took her eyes off His, and He never took His hand off her cheek as He masturbated. It didn't take Him long; there was something in her eyes that went straight to His balls. He couldn't believe how intense His orgasm was, and it seemed to double and triple as she didn't even wait for Him to stop coming before bending her head to the plate and licking up His come. He actually had to put His hand on top of her head to steady Himself; His knees wanted to buckle and His eyes wanted to cross. The blood was rushing so loud in His ears, He could hardly hear His own words as He crooned to her,

"Oh yes, My good girl, always My good girl."

He had planned on leaving her alone again during the day, letting her have another day to rest and think, but the vision of her licking His come off the plate kept intruding, until He knew He wasn't going to get anything done until He went back in the room one more time.

she was napping when He came back in, but it only took a light stroke on her cheek before her eyes fluttered open. she could see it in His eyes, even though she was still mostly asleep. she sat up and found the plate, lifting it up with a sleepy smile. It took Him even less time than before, and He still had to hold onto her to stay steady. When the plate was clean, she gave Him another sleepy smile and curled back up on the floor. she was back asleep in less than a minute, still smiling and holding the plate like it was a teddy bear.

He found Himself wanting to go back in the room and uncuff her. He wanted to pet her and kiss her, love on her while she still had that sweet, sleepy smile on her face. He had to force Himself to stick to His plan to tear her down systematically. He knew if He let Himself get carried away it would come back and bite Him on the ass. Right now she wasn't trying to bewitch Him, wasn't trying to get her way, but they would still be no better off if He gave in.

she was awake when He came back in, and He couldn't help but be glad the sleepy smile had left her face. It would have been like kicking a kitten, to do what He was going to do while she still had that soft look on her face. He forced Himself to pull back from her emotionally, to show her nothing but a stern, remote face as she lifted her plate for Him.

Again, she started to lick the plate before He was through coming, but before she could, He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head away from the plate. When He was finished, He took the plate from her, and before she could even wonder, He tipped the plate hard, flinging His come all over her. she gasped in surprise, and the question on her face was unmistakable. He smacked her lightly across the face before He answered.

"Because I fucking wanted to, bitch."

He kept it up all day; every time He got hard again He would go back in the bedroom, until by the end of the afternoon she was covered in come and His balls were totally empty. He added to the mirror each time also, until it was as covered in lipstick words as she was in sticky come. When He knew He wasn't going to be able to come again anytime soon, He got out the drooler gag and fastened it tight around her head. He uncuffed her ankle, and then used a set of cuffs to hogtie her in a kneeling position, keeping her in front of the mirror. When He had her in place, He stood behind her and took a picture of her reflection.

she tried keeping her mind on the day's one moment of tenderness, when He had held and rocked her, but each time she looked in the mirror, it became harder. It wasn't that the words were so derogatory; what made her by turns angry and scared was what the words implied. His slut, His cunt, His bitch, His pet, His property; each word stripping away her identity. she had always been "Her Own Woman", and she knew He expected her to throw away her own concept of whom she was, to essentially negate who she had been before Friday night.

she had managed to throw away the ghosts of wino-parents past, knowing deep down that no matter what she ever did, her parents would never be right about her, that she had negated them when she left their house. What she hadn't been able to get rid of so easily was the knowledge that whoever had been in the living room the previous evening – and she prayed she never found out; as long as she didn't know for sure she might be able to ignore it – whoever had watched her humiliation had enjoyed it, had been happy to see the arrogant, stuck-up bitch finally put in her place. she knew if they could see her now, covered again in come and spit, they would all most likely cheer.

He left her chained in front of the mirror for what seemed like hours; long enough for her stressed muscles to start hurting. she almost cried with relief when she saw Him, and ended up having to bite her lip when He only uncuffed her long enough to move the restraint system in front of her. He cuffed her wrists and ankles together again, but this time added a length of chain between her hands and feet, to allow her just enough movement to crawl. He bent over and attached something to the back of the gag, and she couldn't figure out what it was until He gave it a snap and started to walk out of the room. When she realized He had just put a leash on her she couldn't help but freeze up. she recovered in seconds, but it was too late. He pulled the leash up short and stepped behind her, yanking her head hard. He pulled her dress up just enough to expose her thighs, and then pulled His favorite little cane from the back pocket of His trousers. He yanked the leash again, pivoting her head until she was looking in the mirror, and then gave her ten lashes on the back of each thigh. she tried to be quiet, but by the last one, she was mewling in pain. He stepped back in front of her and tucked the small cane into her gag, so it rested across her cheek.

"Now, heel, bitch."

she bit down on the gag as He walked her out to the living room, wanting so bad to tell Him to just slow the hell down. The sting in her legs helped keep her quiet, but it was still touch and go a few times, as she tried to not stumble. 

The coffee table had been moved again, and as soon as He had her in front of the couch, she knew why. she wasn't just going to be a cup holder tonight; tonight she was being promoted to coffee table. she pulled up the vision of the path, hoping it would help her behave.

There were a few tense moments throughout the evening, but He at least went slowly, letting her get used to each new thing before springing another on her. He started out by placing His coffee cup and ashtray on her back, and then waited about twenty minutes before kicking his shoes off and putting His feet up on her ass. After that, He pretty much ignored her for a while, reading a book and talking casually on the phone. she did her best to just be still, to ignore her twitching muscles, to ignore the fact He hadn't let her use the bathroom in a while. she didn't even realize she had started wiggling in discomfort until He covered the mouthpiece on the phone and asked what the hell her problem was. she had to speak slowly and carefully, so He could understand her through her mouth full of spit and gag.

"please, may I use the bathroom?" His "no" was direct and definite, and she had to close her eyes so He wouldn't see the mayhem in them.

At one point He sat up and moved His astray and cup off her back, and she couldn't stop a glimmer of hope that He was going to let her go to the bathroom. she almost screamed when He leaned down, lifted her dress, and stuck a vibrator in her cunt. He turned it on high and placed His feet on her ass again, and then picked up His book and began reading again.

she didn't think things could get much worse, but just about the time she realized she had drooled a small lake on the carpet, her right elbow gave out and her upper body dropped. her face landed right in her puddle of spit, and it was all she could do to not cry. she started to lift her head, but before she could get it all the way off the floor, He leaned over and pushed her head back down. He held her head down while He slipped a vibrator in her ass, turning it on high as well. she groaned in utter dismay, knowing things were just going to keep getting worse, praying He wasn't going to top it all off by making her pee all over the floor. she tried to ignore absolutely everything, including His phone conversations, but the one time her ears tuned into His voice, she heard Him tell whoever was on the phone that He had gotten Himself a new foot massager. she could feel the fire in her head as she blushed.

He waited until she was crying from her need to pee before standing and yanking the leash. He led her to the bathroom and stood leaning against the doorjamb, holding the leash. she was at an utter loss how she was going to be able to sit on the toilet, as shackled as she was, and the fact that it appeared he was going to watch her only made her brain jam up even more. The only help He gave her wasn't even help; the only thing He said was that she had better make sure both holes stayed plugged, or she'd be playing an unpleasant game of bobbing for bobs. Somehow, she managed, but she knew that was it for the night; if he threw her any more curve balls, she would snap. she didn't want to fight, didn't want to make Him angry, but she knew she was at her limit of control for the night.

He seemed to know that, and for once, she was truly grateful for how well He could read her. He just put her back on her hands and knees and propped His feet up, ignoring her until He started to yawn. He led her back to bedroom and uncuffed her, letting her stretch a bit. He took the vibrators out of her, and then took the gag off her, and as He unhooked it, He lightly kissed her ear. He whispered two words to her "good girl", but they were enough. she curled up and fell asleep before He could even get in bed. 



Teaching The Girl Ch. 05



The alarm clock woke it her, and it took a few seconds for her to register what the noise was. she looked up at the bed, and He smiled down at her, giving her the key and telling her to unhook her ankle. When she did that He told her to get undressed. she couldn't help but grimace as she pulled the dress off; she had been wearing it so long, and it was so stiff from His come it was almost like pulling off a layer of skin. He gagged and leashed her as soon as she was naked, and then led her into the bathroom, letting her pee before tugging her into the shower with Him. Usually when they showered together it turned into a slippery, soapy hour of lust and giggles, but she didn't get her hopes up. He did give her a light kiss on the cheek, but then whispered, "Wash Me". she was never at her best first thing in the morning, but the thought of getting to stand up for that long made her smile delightedly.

What really surprised her was that the smile stayed on her face the whole time and she found herself putting all her effort into the task. she gave His head a good massage as she shampooed His hair, scrubbed His back the way she knew made Him purr.

He let her get clean while He dried off and shaved, and she hummed and smiled as she washed, planning what she was going to wear to work. After she was clean and dry, He took the gag off her so she could brush her teeth. she was rinsing her mouth when He casually mentioned that He had talked to her boss the day before, letting Him know she wouldn't be coming back to work. she gasped in shock and anger, choking on the water in her mouth. she spit it out in a fury and raised her head to start yelling; He had been waiting for it and gagged her fast, before she could get the first word out. she was so caught off guard and so mad, she raised her hand to slap Him before she could think of what she was doing.

He had her bent over the counter and pinned before she could even regret her action. He picked up her hairbrush and proceeded to tan her ass with it, and long before He was through spanking her, she was crying. When He was done, He all but dragged her back to the bedroom and cuffed her back to the bed.

she cried the whole time He was fixing breakfast. she hadn't realized just how much she had been expecting things to go back to somewhat normal as the workweek began, how much she had been counting on the sanity and routine of her job to offset the uncertainty of the rest of her life.

He managed to surprise her yet again when He came back in. He was carrying a tray with two plates, each with a full breakfast of bacon, eggs, taters and toast, milk and coffee, and two forks. He sat the tray on His dresser and handed a plate to her. she automatically held up the plate, not really wanting to, but her butt was still stinging from the hairbrush, and she didn't want to have to deal with another spanking.

Instead of unzipping His pants, He handed her a fork, and she looked at it as if she had forgotten what one was. He sat on the floor across from her and took the gag off her.

"We are going to talk while we eat, pet. Can you behave well enough for unrestricted permission to speak?"

she had to think about that as well, marveling somewhere in her head that it had taken less than three days for the concept of an actual conversation to seem almost alien. she nodded slowly, hoping she was telling the truth, and then started eating, almost having to remind herself how to eat with a fork. After a few bites, she realized He was waiting for her to speak. she wanted to just scream "what the fuck", but she took a deep breath and tried to choose her words carefully.

"Why didn't You consult me about this? Of all the things You've done without asking me first, how could You do this on Your own, make this decision for me?"

"Look, princess, you have got to internalize one very simple fact, or you are going to be miserable for a very long time. As of Friday night, you no longer get a choice about anything. The last choice you made will be the only choice you will ever have with Me again: either stay or leave. You will always have the choice to leave, at any time, but that is it. From now on, every choice in your life will be made by me, from what you eat to what kind of tampons you use, or even if you get to use them at all."

"But something this major, this important, how could You not take my wishes into consideration?" He closed His eyes and pinched the bridge of His nose. When He spoke, He kept His voice as patient as possible, but it wasn't easy, and she could tell.

"Okay, this is the very last time I am going to say this, so you better fucking listen well. I did not consult you because I don't fucking care what your feeling are in this matter, or any other one. All my decisions have been, and will be, based on what I want, and nothing else."

she had to look down at the floor to keep from crying. More than anything, she felt as if she was just in over her head; that for the first time in her life, she had actually bitten off more than she could chew. Queen of Creation and Liberated Woman each started yelling, asking her why the fuck she was putting up with this crap, and before her head could answer, her heart spoke up for the first time. her heart knew why: because He not only touched her in a place no one had ever even found, but for the first time in her entire life she felt she was with Someone who could truly care for her, who could love her no matter what she did. He softened a bit more as He read the struggle in her face.

"pet, it's not always going to be like this, not always going to be this hard, but this is the only way I can teach you what it truly means to be a submissive. you have to relinquish all your power, all your control, to Me. And you can do it, once you stop being stubborn. you can trust Me to keep you safe and happy."

she nodded slowly, trying to keep the tears from spilling down her face. she couldn't speak, couldn't reply; she knew if she did it would all bust through, all the fear she didn't know how to articulate. she did the only thing she could think of: she raised her plate up, offering it to Him. He leaned over gently pushed the plate down and gave her a very gentle, very tender kiss.

"No, pet, not this morning. This morning you are just going to eat a decent meal. We will get back to that at lunch"

After they finished breakfast and coffee, He uncuffed her and had her help Him dress. He left her in the room a minute, coming back in with two things: her cell phone and a journal. she took the journal, but just stared at the phone. It was yet another thing she had completely forgotten about, and it gave her a glimmer of an idea of just how much she had changed over the weekend. Before Friday night, she had never even gone into another room without making sure she had her cell, had never gone more than a few hours without talking to someone on it. He put it down on the floor next to her.

"The cell phone is for safety, pet. I don't like the idea of leaving you attached to the bed unattended, so this way I can call and check on you as often as I want. you will be back on restricted talking, so you are not allowed to spend the day calling everyone you know, but if something does come up, if something goes wrong, I need to know you will be able to get in touch with me, ok?" she nodded, relaxing the tiniest bit at the thought He wanted to keep her safe. she held up the journal and looked at Him. "Starting today, you are going to keep a daily journal. You can write absolutely anything you want ... but you might want to keep in mind, I will read it every night." she looked somewhat alarmed at His words, and He couldn't help but chuckle. "And it's ok if you fill the pages calling me a motherfucker. I would much rather read it than hear it come out of your pretty mouth." she nodded again, having to smile at that, and He kissed her again before He left, promising He would be home at lunchtime to check on her.

she spent the morning writing, quitting only when her hand cramped up so much she couldn't hold the pen. she hadn't realized just how bad it had been, that not being able to express herself had been the one thing that kept pushing her over the edge. As soon as she had written the first word, it had all flooded out of her, and it was all she could do to make her hand try to keep up with her head. she never realized she was crying as she wrote, not even when tears fell on the pages. It wasn't until she had to put the pen down that she discovered the tears, and they didn't surprise her at all. she felt really sane for the first time in days, and she was so grateful for the journal she kissed it.

He had to smile when He came home from lunch, finding her sleeping, curled up with the journal and a big smile on her face. He didn't want to wake her yet, so He sat down and gently put her in His lap, rocking her while she smiled and snored. He had missed her warmth, had missed being with her, and had to pat Himself on the back at thinking of the journal, knowing it was going to help get her back in His lap faster. she woke up a few minutes later, and the smile she gave Him was so sweet He had to laugh and kiss her again before uncuffing her. 

They both felt a pang when it was time for Him to go back to work, but they didn't let it ruin what had been a very peaceful, happy hour together. He had given her unrestricted permission to talk, and she had surprised Him again by simply asking how His day was going and chatting lightly with Him about work as they ate. He had expected her to start a heavy discussion, to bring up all the things she had been thinking about. He patted Himself on the back again, but at the same time, He didn't let Himself get His hopes up. He knew at some point she would have at least one more meltdown; He could only hope that the journal might mitigate it some, but He had to admit He'd be surprised as hell if it actually did.

The next two days were almost idyllic. she stayed sweet and relaxed, for the most part, and He made sure He was as patient with her as He could be. The only snag they had was when He came home from work Tuesday and found her masturbating with abandon. It tuned Him on so much to catch her like that He could only watch, and when she happened to see movement from Him and realize He was there, it turned her on so much to be caught she came immediately. He blistered the inside of her thighs with His belt, but since He hadn't actually told her that wasn't allowed, He turned her over and blistered her ass until she came again.

The meltdown happened just when He expected it would, over what He had known would cause it, but He had never expected it to be as bad as it was. He had to kick Himself for not at least suspecting it could be so bad, but He didn't let that stop Him from punishing her as hard as He could.

He had made arrangements for His best friend to check on her during lunch on Wednesday, not only because He had a meeting He couldn't get out of, but also because He needed to reinforce her submission. He told her over breakfast about the change in lunch plans, and He knew just by the set of her jaw today would be the day. she disliked His friend as much as His friend disliked her, and using him to teach her a lesson was not going to sit well with her. He knew His buddy would love it, would love the opportunity to take her down a few pegs, and the fact He underestimated both of them made Him kick Himself harder later.

she stewed and fumed about it all morning. she had tried to get a grip, had tried to find a place in her head where she could deal with it, but she never could. Even writing in her journal couldn't help; in fact, the more she wrote the angrier she got. she was so mad she was almost scaring herself, and it took every ounce of steel in her soul to clamp down on the impulses shooting through her. she sat in a tight ball, waiting for lunch hour to come, holding herself in so hard by the time she heard the front door open her muscles were twitching from strain. 

she had absolutely forgotten she was naked; she had not worn clothes since Monday morning, and was starting to forget they existed, but as soon as he looked at her, she felt her skin burn. she gritted her teeth, refusing to look up to even take her lunch plate from him. He all but threw it on the floor, and then leaned against the wall, letting her know he wasn't going to leave until she ate. she picked up the plate and started eating, and if she had looked at the plate before she put the first bite in her mouth, things might not have gotten as bad as they did.

It was something in the taste that made her stop chewing. she looked down at the plate, eyes widening in fury and disbelief. she looked up at him, and the way he was smiling down at her starting flipping the switches, but it was his words that pushed her over the edge.

"I even gave you an extra load, princess."

she spit the mouthful of food at him and then threw the plate as hard as she could. she hit him dead on with both, the bite of food hitting his chest and the plate catching him full in the face, and she didn't even bother to try to hold back her scream of triumph and fury. Before he could even wipe his face she was up and leaping, forgetting about the cuff around her ankle, never noticing she yanked on it so hard she cut herself on the edge. she threw a punch, connecting a third time, and after that, things got really out of hand.

He ended up having to hogtie her, and he made it as painful as he could. At one point he got too close to her mouth and she bit him hard enough to draw blood. It wasn't until he was pretty much sitting on her that she realized he was on the phone and Who he was on the phone with. It cut through the red fog in her head just enough for her to realize what she had done.

she had managed to calm down, but she couldn't help trembling as she heard the front door slam. she couldn't make herself look up from the floor, not even when He stood in front of her. He ended up having to kneel down in front of her, grab her chin, and force her head up. she started crying when she saw His expression, because the thing she saw most on His face was concern. He asked the important question first, the one that had made Him drive like an idiot to get home as quickly as He could.

"Are you ok?"

she nodded, her face a study of misery and anger. He searched her eyes to make sure, and when He saw she was telling the truth, He slapped her as hard as He could, holding her chin firmly so her head wouldn't snap. she didn't cry out, but she couldn't stop the tears of shame from falling as He put a leashed muzzle on her. she didn't know how bad it was going to be, but when He untied her and handed the leash to His friend, she knew it would be worse than she had imagined. she wanted to scream when he told her to heel, wanted to just explode again, but somehow she managed to do it, to not fight as he dragged her down the hall into the kitchen.

she closed her eyes as she knelt on the floor, not wanting to have to see what was going to happen. A hard slap on the face made her open her eyes, and she couldn't keep the anger out of them as she looked at him.

"Keep your eyes open, bitch, or I'll tape them open." she looked over at Him, to see if maybe He would tell her she didn't have to, but when she saw the expression on His face, she knew she was going to have to obey a man she hated. she looked back up, telling herself to just behave, to just get it over with, not make it any worse than it had to be. It took all her will, to be still and silent as he took the muzzle off her, then looped the leash through itself and put it around her neck. she had a moment of almost panic, knowing the leash had just been made into a choke-leash, but when she heard Him snap His fingers behind her she relaxed a little, knowing He would keep her safe while He let His friend use her however he wanted.

"Now, you fucking little bitch, you are going to beg for my come, and you had better make it good." As he spoke he unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out and slapping her across the face with it. It took her several tries to spit the words out, and even as she heard herself speak, she knew she was going to get slapped again. Even she could hear the fury and disdain in her voice.

"please, give me your come." she blinked in surprise when she heard him laugh, wondering what the hell was going on.

"Oh, perfect, you fucking little princess, I was hoping you'd give me a reason to beat the arrogance out of you." As he spoke he pulled the leash, tightening it around her neck as he pulled her head up. He drew back and slapped her, putting all his weight behind it, letting go of the leash as the blow knocked her to the floor.

"Now, you want to try again, or do I get to hit you more?" she tried again, but it was no better than her first attempt. He yanked on the leash and pulled her back up, slapping her other cheek and knocking her back to the floor. "Hey, I can do this all day, you stuck-up cunt; I've been waiting a long time for this chance. So just keep on like you are, keep that snotty tone in your voice."

It took her four more tries, and by that time her face felt like it had been it by a truck. she was crying hard, choking on her tears, but it helped her sound the way she needed to as she cried and pleaded for his come. she couldn't help cry harder as he knelt in front of her, because instead of coming on her face, he came on the floor, and she knew what was coming next before he even said another word. she started licking the floor, and she didn't know what made her cry more, that he was laughing at her, or that He was getting hard as a rock watching His slut lick another man's come off the floor.

When the floor was clean she just put her forehead down on the tiles and tried to stop crying. A hard tug on the leash jerked her head up, and another slap knocked her back down on the floor.

"Now thank me, bitch. Kiss my fucking shoes and thank me for giving a snotty bitch like you the honor of my come."

she moved to put her mouth over his shoes, but before she could, he stepped back, making her crawl towards him. Every time she got close he'd move back, making her crawl across the kitchen floor, all the while taunting her, telling her how good it was to finally get to see her how she should be. By the time he stopped and let her start kissing his shoes she was crying so hard she didn't think she'd ever be able to stop. The only thing that kept her going, the only thing that enabled her to kiss and lick his shoes, to thank him, was the knowledge that He was watching, that if she didn't get it right and learn to submit to anyone He chose, she would lose Him.

she was almost grateful when he pulled off his belt and began beating her with it; at least a beating was something she was learning to get through silently. she lost track of how long it lasted, because he didn't just stop at whipping her ass. He used his belt on every part of her body, until she was red and welted from her shoulders to the bottom of her feet. she didn't even realize she had started crying again at some point; it wasn't until she heard herself begging for him to please stop that she knew she was well beyond her threshold of pain. It felt like every inch of skin was covered in ants, and she was willing to do anything to make him stop hitting her. He could have pissed on the floor and she would have lapped it up willingly, anything to make him stop.

He toned down the torture after that, but not by a whole lot. He coated a large ponytail dildo in cinnamon oil and plugged her ass with it, then made her crawl into the living room on her belly. she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming in pain as the carpet scraped across her tender skin, but when he laid down on her back and rammed his cock into her, she couldn't keep quiet. He fucked her hard, and every thrust scraped her body harder on the carpet, until the burn in her ass and the burn on her skin had her almost unable to breathe. He pulled out long enough to flip her over to her back and pull the tail from her ass, before thrusting forward and ramming his cock deep into her ass. she tried to keep her eyes closed, to send her mind somewhere else, but he wouldn't let her, slapping her face until she opened her eyes and looked at him. she felt her mind teetering on the brink, and in desperation she looked around the room until she found Him. He was leaning against the wall, watching intently, and somehow she was able to draw on His strength to push the madness out of her head. Something inside her gave way, some inner wall crumbled, as she realized He was pleased with her, that she had behaved well enough. she turned her head and looked back up at the man she had hated, and without stopping to think about it, she apologized through her tears, and as she felt him come inside her, she was even able to thank him.




Teaching The Girl Ch. 05



Both of the men took care of her after that, gently washing her skin and rubbing her down with cool lotion while she tried to not cry from relief. she knew punishment wasn't over, but it felt so damn good for the pain to stop she couldn't even worry about what was going to be the final act.

her feeling of relief lasted until the doorbell rang. she had no clue what was on the other side, only that it would be the worst part of her punishment. she was somewhat nonplussed when his friend let a woman in, someone she had never met before. she didn't have time to ponder on it much, because right about the same time He came back into the room carrying a body board. He took everything off the coffee table, laid the board down on it, and looked at her. she didn't even need to be told, but it took all her strength to move over and lay down on the table. she still had no clue what was coming, but she knew if He felt she would need to be totally immobile for it, it was going to be very bad.

The first thing did was blindfold her and put the earphones back on her head. It helped a little, because she couldn't hear or see anything to get tense about, but it made it worse as well. The sense of having no control was back, making her want to panic. she held on as best she could, and when she felt His hand stroke her cheek she couldn't keep the tears of fright from soaking into the blindfold.

The first thought she had when she felt the metal clamp on her lip was that He was just going to clamp her mouth shut again, but even as it dawned on her He wouldn't immobilize her for just that she felt her lip being pulled out and something large and very, very sharp jam through her upper lip, right in the center of her cupid's bow. The pain was so intense it blotted everything else out except the feeling of His big, strong hands holding her head still. she didn't even feel the second clamp go on her bottom lip; it wasn't until she felt it being pulled out that she realized the pain was coming again. she wasn't aware she was trying to shake her head, to get away from what she knew was coming, until she felt the pressure holding her head increase. The second time she did scream; she just couldn't help it. Whoever was mangling her lips was still busy; she could feel movement and action on her mouth, but the pain was so pervasive she couldn't make heads or tails out of what was happening. she felt moisture dripping down her cheeks, and she couldn't even tell if it was blood or tears.

His hands had moved to her jaw, holding her so she couldn't open her mouth. Someone else pulled the earphones off her ears, and His whisper was immediate and firm.

"you are doing fine, you are My good girl, and I need you to keep your lips together for a second more, and then this will be over, all over for tonight." she nodded her head a little, and when she put her lips together, she started to get an idea of what had just happened. she started crying harder; she couldn't have stopped if she wanted to. she felt a small tug on both her lips, and even that small touch made her want to scream in pain. she bit the inside of her cheek and tried to breathe slowly through her nose. When she felt something small and metal drop onto her mouth, she cried even harder.

she didn't hear the door open and shut, wasn't aware that everyone else had left the house, until she felt Him untying her from the board. When she was loose, He helped her sit up, then knelt in front of her and took the blindfold off. she didn't need the small mirror He held out to her, didn't need to see to know what she had earned today; but she looked anyway, knowing if she didn't it would never sink all the way in what her actions had cost.

her lips had both been pierced, dead center; a small gold hoop was in each one ... but it was the small padlock that held the two hoops together that made her collapse into His arms, sobbing her heart out.

He held her until she could quit sobbing, picking her up and sitting down with her on the couch. He rocked her slowly, petting her, but He never said a word, not until she stopped crying. When He had dried her tears, He gently kissed her cheek and let go of her. she thought at first He was telling her to get off Him, but when He didn't move or say anything, she knew He was giving her the chance to get up and walk out. When she cuddled back up against Him, He shifted her around until she was straddling His lap, facing Him. He lifted her up just enough to unzip His pants before pushing her back down on His lap, sliding His cock into her with a growl of desire. He tried to go easy, but the day had been almost too much for Him as well, making Him need to fuck her hard, to batter away the vision of His best friend fucking her, the vision of her mouth bleeding for Him. she couldn't stop the moans of pain as the lock bounced on her mouth, even the smallest of movements making the pain bloom fresh in her lips. Still, as soon as she felt Him start to come, as soon as He pressed His lips against hers, she pushed her mouth harder against His, moaning as she came with Him.

she was totally disoriented when she woke up the next morning, not knowing where she was, having to sit up and open her eyes before she realized she was in the bed. she had cried herself to sleep in His arms last night, and He had obviously carried her back and put her in bed. she looked around for Him, wanting to panic when she didn't see Him. she got hold of herself and lay back down, but when He walked into the bedroom carrying a large milkshake, she couldn't help but cry in relief.

He ended up staying home from work, unable to make Himself leave her alone, and not just because she couldn't really call for help if she needed it. He knew she was very vulnerable now, and as soon as she woke all the way up and started remembering all the details of yesterday it would only get worse. He also knew her mouth was going to be hurting real bad all day, would in fact get worse as her lips tired from the extra weight that had been added. He had a prescription for a mild painkiller that He intended to spike her drinks with, and He damn sure couldn't leave her alone in that condition. But the biggest reason He called the office and told His secretary He wouldn't be in was because He just didn't want to leave her. she almost had it, was almost at the end of the lesson, and He was so proud of her He didn't want to be away from her.

He stayed in bed with her all day, getting up only for food and the supplies to clean her piercings. They snuggled a lot, and He caught up on some papers He had brought home every time she slept, but mostly they just connected, letting each other know things were ok between them.

They stayed that way through most of the day Friday as well, and as she started to get over the worst of her vulnerability, He knew it was time for the last test. He waited until they had taken a shower before standing and patting His leg, telling her to heel. she didn't hesitate, getting to her hands and knees and following Him into the living room.

At some point during one of her naps He had set up the mirror in the living room, and it had been cleaned of all words except one: His. In front of the mirror, He had placed a small table. There was only one item on the table, the last hurdle, and the one thing she had been adamant about from the first.

The collar was a simple band of gold, with a small hinge at the back to allow for placing it on. There was no latch or lock on the collar; once it was in place, it would be welded shut. The only ornamentation on it was a small leash ring.

she followed Him over to the mirror, kneeling in front of it. He didn't pick up the collar, didn't even look at it; He just knelt behind her and smoothed her hair away from her ear. His voice was warm and low in her ears as he explained the final lesson. He touched her lightly as He spoke, His fingers gently tracing every welt on her skin, every bruise. He touched her mouth softly, letting the tip of His finger trace her red, swollen lips. she couldn't help but moan at the pain, but she never tried to move as He touched her.

"Do you see what I see, pet? Can you see yourself for what you are now? In this moment, in all moments, you are beautiful to Me, you are pleasing Me, and you need to recognize the beauty of that. Part of you thinks you should be offended, that you should hate that I want to see you like this, but none of that matters, princess. Right now, there is only one thing in your universe that matters, only one thing that can ever matter to you again. You are pleasing Me, you are making Me happy. It wouldn't matter if you were covered in mud, or even if you were covered in something worse. you would still be beautiful in My eyes; you would still be pleasing Me. I am your universe now, your reason for existing, and what the world thinks, or even what you think, can never matter again."

she had started crying at His words, at His touch, at the absolute love she could feel pouring from Him. she looked at Him in the mirror, seeing the truth of herself in the one word, in His eyes. she couldn't even answer; her head was too full of Him to be able to articulate anything. she did the only thing she could think to do: she leaned her head back and offered her throat to Her master.

His eyes were blurring from tears, but He blinked them away as He very carefully soldered the collar closed around her neck. It would have to be fully welded later, but for now, it was closed enough. she started crying as she watched in the mirror, as He picked up an ornate braided leash and clipped it to her collar. she did feel beautiful, not because she knew she was, but because she knew He thought her so, and as she carefully spoke, she knew He was right: nothing else did matter anymore.

"Thank You, Master ... for setting me free."