Jack begins Claire's training with a series of tests, having found Claire to be a willing student.
New readers of this series should read the previous chapters. While this chapter stands on its own, the perspective of previous chapters improves the overall story.
The remainder of Sunday, after our nap, I left Claire to her own devices. I had some work to catch up on, and I left her watching TV. I thought she should have some time to think on the events of the last two days. We went to bed early snuggling together.
Next morning, Claire was still snuggled up against me deep in sleep. I slipped from the bed, relieved myself in the bathroom, donned a pair of shorts, and headed downstairs to the basement. Past the playroom was a well-outfitted exercise room, with sauna, and next to it an endless pool. Past that was the garage.
I jumped on the stationary bike and spent twenty minutes warming up. It had been three days since I last exercised at the hotel in Hong Kong and I had energy to burn, not to mention some pent up frustration. It had been a long time since I had had a woman, but Claire's presence reminded my body all too well what it had been missing. I relieved myself every now and then when the urge struck, but I had been living a more or less monastic life since Serena died.
Several rotations on the machines and then on to the free weights. After an hour I had worked up a good sweat and was feeling that well-earned ache in my muscles. I moved to the pool and began to swim. This was the exercise I enjoyed the most. The repetitive rhythm allowed my mind to move into its own little world. When I felt the current ease at the end of the timer I stood up. Only then did I notice Claire kneeling by the steps. She had a towel under her knees which were spread to shoulder width and another at her side. He hands rested on her thighs, back straight, shoulders back, and eyes cast down.
"How long have you been there?"
"About twenty minutes." She cast her lidded eyes over at me from under her hair.
Sternly I replied, "About twenty minutes... what?"
Looking down again she said, "About twenty minutes, Sir."
"Better." I had thought that rather than list out rules I would see how well she naturally adapted. She already kneeled when required. A few corrections here and there and we would see how she did.
As I climbed the steps she asked, "May I dry you, Master?"
"Not today, I wish to talk." She took the towel in both hands and held it up to me, head bowed.
I dried my self perfunctorily and sat in a wicker chair, legs spread, my flaccid cock hanging down. She turned to face me.
Looking her over I noticed that her bruises had faded again in the night. Only her face was still obvious.
"Look at me!"
Her head rose as she looked me straight in the eye. "Yes, Master."
"Who told you to kneel?"
She looked puzzled, then responded. "It seemed appropriate, Master. Last night, while you slept I got up and used your computer to research the BDSM lifestyle. That is what this is, is it not?"
I was somewhat taken aback. When first I had seen Claire she had not struck me as particularly bright. I hadn't thought her stupid, as I would not have chosen her; just average. I was beginning to realize that perhaps she had seemed foolish due to coping with a difficult situation using learned responses that were ill chosen. I did not know any of her history.
"Hmm, so, if you have educated yourself, have you had any misgivings about what you decided last night?"
She considered this question before responding. "Master, I would say that I wish to take advantage of the month you have given me to learn more. I admit the thought of being your submissive holds a certain attraction. When I submit to you I feel a comfort in leaving everything up to you. But there is still a big part of me that is afraid to let go."
"I see. Well, we have the month to educate you. I am pleased so far with your behavior. What about breakfast?" I thought I might have caught her out, but here she was prepared as well.
"Peter is here already and he is getting breakfast ready. It should be another twenty minutes."
"Hmm, I told Peter I didn't need him until next Monday. It would seem he has little faith in my judgment. Did you walk into the kitchen like that?"
She grinned. "No, Master. I wore a robe. Peter didn't strike me as someone who would be comfortable with me naked."
I laughed. "So, if we have twenty minutes let us begin with a bit of education. First, you do not need to call me Master or Sir when we are talking. I only require it in response to a question or command. Do you understand?"
She nodded, "Yes, Sir?"
"I do expect you to kneel when with me at all times when we are in private, unless I say otherwise. During meals and when in social situations we will talk as equals. When I expect you again to kneel I will say 'Attend'. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"You will obey me in all ways no matter what the situation. Is that understood."
She hesitated, "Even in public?"
"Even in public. Obedience is non-negotiable. It is the backbone of our relationship. Remember, you are submitting to me. This is your choice."
Claire chewed her lip for a full thirty seconds before nodding her head slightly, then whispered, "I will obey you."
"I did not hear you Claire, what was that?"
Eyes blazing, she glared at me, "I will obey you, SIR."
I chose to ignore her tone this time. She would soon learn the consequences of rebellion. Then she would either reject the life, and leave, or she would learn to welcome my domination and we would grow together.
"Come with me." I held out my hand to her and she rose gracefully, as if I had been training her for years. We proceeded to the playroom. She walked like a ballerina on her toes, as if being led across a stage. I again wondered just what kind of gem I had uncovered.
I led Claire in. She hesitated at the door, but then followed, clearly a little uneasy.
I patted my hand on a small circular table in the middle of the room. "Attend, here." Surprisingly, she sprung lightly to the table where she then kneeled.
The table was a large lazy-Susan, which I turned as I introduced Claire to the various implements in the room. Her eyes grew round as I described the intent of each of the devices and she realized that I might very well use them on her. The longer I talked the more I noticed that her throat and upper chest were becoming flushed. She licked her lips when she saw the St. Andrews Cross, no doubt remembering the video. I wondered if she was afraid or fascinated by it.
When she was facing away from my I looked down at her spread ass, noting a few drops of liquid below her pussy. I reached out and slide my middle finger slowly along her parted lips until I pressed against her clit. Her lips were warm, supple and velvety soft, like a rose petal.
A gasp, and a small moan came from her.
I gently circled her clit for a moment as my cock grew hard. Likewise her little bud also grew harder, and her breathing accelerated. It had been a very long time for me. Pulling her back toward me I shifted her until her ass was hanging over the edge of the table. I pumped the foot peddle that jacked the table up until she was at just the right height for me.
Stepping forward I whispered into her ear, "Not a sound, Claire, or you will be punished. Do you understand?"
She nodded.
Then it was that I pressed the head of my angry cock against her pussy, rubbing up and down the lips to lubricate myself. I felt exquisite friction along the glans as her moist inner lips slid either side, and then flared open slightly as if inviting me in. I felt her tense then, and heard a slight gasp as she inhaled, quickly extinguished. Moving to her entrance I pressed firmly forward. At first there was resistance, but then I felt her spread her legs farther and the muscles relax.
Exquisite tingles ran down my cock as the glans spread her moist, velvet lips. She was incredibly tight as I pressed forward into her tunnel. She held firm and even settled back a bit as I broached her, sliding an inch in. My cock had entered into an angry furnace of lust. I felt her muscles ripple as she fought to relax. Her head was now thrown back her eyes scrunched shut as I leaned down and bit her neck. She pressed into my lips encouraging me to bite more. From her throat, more as a vibration than a sound, I felt her purr.
Still not a sound though. I pulled back until the corona of my cock was just catching her lips, then thrust forward gently sinking another inch inward. She was a bit looser now, but her muscles continued to massage my cock. My hands came up to take hold of her breasts, each a meager handful, but firm and ripe, the nipples turgid. I pressed upward, pinching the nipples lightly as I pulled her backward sinking ever deeper.
Pulling her nipples away I slid out. Thrusting back in I was stopped at her cervix. There was a good two inches of me still to go. I was sure she would have made a noise at that point as most women are quite tender when it comes to poking their cervix, but she remained mute. She no longer pressed back though. She had taken as much as she could.
I began a long, slow rhythm of strokes, just short of her cervix, my cock reveling in the tight grip of her cunt. God, there was something to be said about small women. Never varying from my rhythm I leaned back and began to stroke her back up and down, then my hands traversed her sweet cheeks, taut now as she began to work herself on my cock.
Her breathing was becoming labored, but still she did not make a sound. Looking across at the mirror on the wall I saw her face, a study in intense concentration as she worked herself up. I could see that she was in another place, all concentration on the experience and her control.
I was not going to hold myself back this time. It had been much too long. I would test Claire's mettle, and her memory. Did she remember the rule? She was not to come without my permission. As I felt my balls draw tight I reached around and began to stroke her clit, pressing it against my thrusting cock which I now directed to her g-spot. Trapped, the sensitive bundle of nerves was assaulted both internally and externally as I challenged her control. Her eyes flew wide, and I saw the glazed look of an addict as I pressed harder.
I felt the flare of my glans, balls drawn fully tight as a great spasm tightened the muscles in my ass and I drove forward again to gently kiss her cervix, the first great wave of my sperm sailing forth into her receptive vessel. Again and again I thrust, still mindful of Claire's state. Shortly I felt her muscles clench in preparation for release, and as she was reaching her fulfillment I reluctantly withdrew my cock and hands to leave her a hollow cave, bereft of stimulation.
Then she broke, "Nooooo." She writhed on the table and I had to take hold of her hands before she might bring herself off. Leaning in I whispered, "Only when I allow, Claire."
With a cry she collapsed on the table. I let her lay there rocking for a short while.
"PRESENT!"
