Training begins...
Emma awoke an hour or so later, she felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
Her wrists were freed, but she was still naked underneath the robe. She needed to empty her bladder and had no idea what to do, or where to go.
She coughed gently and her mother entered the comfortable salon a moment later.
'Time to go dear. It's the beginning of your education and you will learn a great deal about yourself in the next few days. You won't see me until the weekend, but I will be staying here until Sir James arrives.'
Emma stood up and followed her mother. They walked along a long corridor, which ended at a carpeted wooden staircase. They descended several levels and the wood became stone.
The walls were made of rough stone now and at the bottom of the steps, Emma and her mother stopped in front of a heavy wooden door.
Emma's mother rapped on this door and it was opened by a large, semi-naked man, who bowed his head to Emma's mother.
'Please follow me' the man spoke quietly and walked ahead. Emma noticed that he was wearing an anal plug, rather like those that James had presented to her in Corfu.
The corridor reminded Emma of photographs of prisons, with many metal doors and all were closed.
The last door was open and inside Emma saw a narrow bed and on the wall, a flat screen television.
'This is your cell, Emma. You will sleep here and study and experience your training. You will leave to eat and to shower and clean yourself inside. You will be naked at all times and do whatever is asked of you without complaint. If you resist, you will be punished.'
Emma glanced at her mother, who kissed her on the cheek.
'I'll see you in a week and I hope you will gain much from this experience.'
Emma entered the tiny cell and sat on the bed.
The man reappeared in the doorway and asked Emma if she'd like to visit the bathroom and Emma nodded.
'Please take off your robe and follow me.'
The man took hold of Emma's wrists and joined them together, attaching a leash to the connector and walked in front of Emma, leading her like an animal.
In the large, modern bathroom, the man freed Emma's wrists again and she emptied her bladder.
There was a bidet, which Emma used and an unfamiliar hot-air blower, which Emma was instructed how to use to dry her body.
Emma cleaned her teeth, with the toothbrush that was handed to her by the man and then he asked her to follow him again.
She held out her wrists and he reattached the leash to them.
Inside the tiny cell, Emma noticed that the bed had a chain attached to the frame. The man hooked the catch into the ring on her collar and she was now truly confined.
There was a pile of books next to the bed and the man, who told Emma that his name was Adrian, advised her to read them.
Adrian left the cell and closed the door, locking it with much jangling of keys.
Emma stood up and tried to see how far she could move. The chain attached to her neck collar was just long enough for Emma to stand and walk two steps. Emma sat back on the bed again and then the television screen flickered into life.
There was a film, just starting, which was about a girl who was being instructed how to relax her throat, so that she could swallow more of the enormous penis of a young black man. He held her hair behind her head and pushed gently, suddenly withdrawing and the girl gasped for air.
Emma realised that this was the famous 'deep throating' that her husband demonstrated with his submissive, Angela. She hadn't realised that her airway would be blocked by the huge penis and wondered if she could ever manage to do this.
The cell door opened and a young man entered, carrying a clipboard and he sat opposite Emma, on a small couch that had been stored under the bed.
'I have come to ask you some questions, which will give us a baseline to start your training. Please answer truthfully.'
He handed Emma the clipboard and sat quietly while she answered the questions.
The questions ranged from whether Emma was a virgin when she married, through her experience of sex, anal sex, spanking, had she ever masturbated (blushing, no) did she enjoy being spanked (no) whipping, had she enjoyed this (no) had she disobeyed her husband (no) had she ever thought about women as sexual partners? (no) and on to whether she had orgasms at school, had she been punished at school (yes) and how did she feel about discipline and punishment.
Emma wasn't sure, but she answered each question, blushing at times.
The young man picked up the clipboard and put it down on the couch.
'Now, you will kneel in front of me and suck my penis. I want you to be imaginative and make me want to fuck you. I want you to try to relax your throat and when I come, you will swallow my semen. Do you understand me?'
Emma nodded and knelt in front of the young man.
He was circumcised and to start with, Emma kissed the end, running her tongue over the tiny hole at the tip.
She took his rapidly stiffening penis in her mouth and started to suck on it, running her tongue up and down the side.
'Relax, cunt' the young man was starting to pant now and he pulled Emma's hair back from her face and told her to look him in the face.
Emma opened her eyes wide and tried not to panic as he pushed his penis into the back of her mouth. He thrust slightly and she gagged.
