Asian Amy: Part Three
Training Day
It was late in the morning on Monday when Amy woke up alone on the enormous bed. She was a little discombobulated at first, and it took her a minute to get her bearings.
She slipped on her panties and bra and followed the scent of the cooking bacon downstairs and found Shareese at the stove cooking breakfast.
"You like bacon and eggs?" Shareese asked. She was also in only her underwear.
"Duh.." Amy said and took a seat at a small table.
"You slept well, I take it."
Amy yawned and then confirmed her assumption. "Your bed is sooooo comfortable. What time did you get up?"
"A couple of hours ago," she answered. "I did some yoga and a little bookkeeping."
Amy nodded, now feeling a bit like an underachiever.
"You got some time for a little training after breakfast?" Shareese asked, and set a plate of food down in front of her guest.
"Thank you," she said, and then told her that her day was wide open.
Shareese joined her at her table with a plate of her own and they enjoyed their breakfast and chatted.
When they were nearly finished eating, Shareese informed Amy that she had James, the hot attorney, on the books for a session on Friday night. "He mentioned that he would love it if you joined in," she said. "You down?"
"Sure," Amy answered, but did not sound very confident.
"You'll be fine," The Dom assured her. "You won't have to do much. Just stand around and look hot. Whip his balls with the flogger occasionally."
The thought of it turned her on, Amy admitted, but was still concerned about being a complete novice. "I'm not sure I'll be good for much else other than whipping his balls," she said.
Shareese stood up from the table and grabbed the dirty plates and utensils. "You'll be fine," she said and took the dishes to the sink.
They were both still in their underwear and now up in the dungeon and the Dom was giving her pupil a quick rundown of all of her equipment. She showed Amy how to activate the wench and then they went to the chest of toys for a tutorial.
One by one, the Dom removed items and identified them by name and function. Amy was overwhelmed by the quantity of toys that the chest held and was particularly fascinated with the whips. "This one looks evil," she said, stroking the wide tip of a Dragon Tail Bullwhip.
"Oh, fuck," Shareese said, "that one ain't no joke."
"Will it break the skin?" Amy asked.
"I suppose it could, but it's not likely," she said and rose from her knees. "It's made of deerskin, which is relatively soft. Here, stand up and put your hands on the wall," she said.
Amy was regretting her question, but did as she was asked.
The lash from the dominatrix landed flush between her shoulder blades with a loud crack. A fiery pain shot through her body, causing her to involuntarily rise to her toes and gasp. "Holy fuck!"
"Hurts, don't it?"
"Like a mother fucker," Amy said, still trying to regain her breath and her eyes were starting to water.
"I've had dudes pass out from this thing," she said, running her hand up and down the soft leather, "and then they request it again in their next session. I deal with some sick fucks, that's for sure."
Amy was beginning to wonder if she, herself, was a pain slut and admitted that she was a little turned on by the pain the whip had caused, and asked the Dom to assess the damage. "Is it bad?"
The Dom put down the whip and inspected the red welt that was growing on the cute Asian's back. "You got a good stripe, that's for sure," she said and caressed the inflamed area. "It will be gone in a hour or so," she predicted, and kissed her back.
Amy moaned softly, once again getting turned on.
She expressed the importance of a Dom having first-hand experience in anything that she plans on putting a Sub through. "Got to know how far you can push a slave," she explained.
They tested the rest of the whips, canes and floggers on different parts of Amy's soft skin. By the time they had completed the regiment, Amy's pussy, tits and feet were stinging, but none of the instruments had caused half as much pain as the bullwhip had.
Shareese had Amy swing each of the impact toys on a padded bench to get a feel for them. She even let her rap the bottom of her foot with the riding crop, which woke up the Dom's pussy a little bit.
They then moved on to the bondage portion of the lesson, where Shareese first went through how to lock and unlock the various manacles that she used. Then, a quick tutorial covering the best positions to put a Sub in when applying the respective devices was given. "Ninety percent of the time you get them on their knees," she told Amy. "Make them cross their ankles, too," she added.
Amy was taking it all in and her smarts enabled her to retain all of the new information. "Got it," she said.
"Subs get off on being bossed around, so any ridiculous demand that is made will make them all the harder. Or wetter, I suppose."
The final discipline of the training was rope work. Shareese cut a few lengths of rope from the largest of three spindles that were bolted to the side of the trunk. She told Amy to hold out her hands and then slowly went through the steps of how to apply the knot. "Got to cinch it down tight before you tie off the tags," she explained.
Amy recognized the knot as the very same variety that had been applied to her the evening before. "I'm stuck," Amy confirmed, testing her bounds.
The Dom untied her captive and then held out the rope, "now you try."
Shareese was impressed with how quickly Amy had learned the knot as she tried to wiggle free. "Damn, girl," she said. "You got it."
"Now get on your knees, bitch", Amy said in a deadpan manner. "Big toes touching each other."
Shareese was shocked and half thought about obeying until Amy started laughing. "Yeah, right," she said, hoping hide her excitement.
"That'll be the day," Amy said and untied the tall Dom's wrists.
Amy was just as efficient with all of the other new knots that she was taught and they called it a day.
