"Zombies are just so gross" said Claire, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "Always drooling and their faces all a mess...ick" she finished with a tone that suggested the subject was finished. I smiled as I watched her go back to washing the dishes and simultaneously try to pull a strand of dark hair back from her face. She was beautiful, dark hair, light skin, blue eyes that looked gray sometimes, large firm breasts, soft gentle curves. Yes, Claire was beautiful, she was also the perfect sub, not a lifestyle submissive but very interested in learning more. Her training limited to two or three days a week, the rest of the week we were the perfect partners but I was determined to see how far her training could go.
The Next Day
"Sit down" I say, motioning to a kitchen chair set up in the center of the living room. She dutifully sits, crosses her ankles and places her hands in her lap awaiting her instructions, her posture perfect. I smile in spite of myself, she looks like such a lady, but the image is thrown off by the black leather collar and cuffs on her wrists and ankles. I walk behind her and take her hands and fold them behind the chair, interweaving the chain through the back of the chair and locking her cuffs together. I take a small chain and cuff each ankle to a chair leg. I see her eyebrows arch in surprise as I take tape and fasten her knees to the chair legs as well, keeping them spread.
Getting up, I walk over to the television and insert a DVD into the player. I settle onto the couch and fast forward through the previews. Claire looks from the television to me and back again, confused but not allowed to speak. The DVD menu pops up; Night of the Living Dead and I press play. Claire looks doubly confused now, but like a good sub does not speak. I see her mind racing to work this out, finally watch the dawning of understanding as she thinks back to the conversation last night when I asked her why she wouldn't have sex with me until I'd removed all traces of my zombie costume on Halloween. Once I see the dawning comprehension I stand up and walk over to her, standing near her;
"Oh yes, I will train you to like zombies" I say, smiling broadly as the intro blares in the background. "Over the next few weeks I will condition you with zombie films and see if I can't turn this into a fetish for you". She wrinkles her nose in response but doesn't say a word. I kneel in front of her; "You are not to take your eyes from the screen for any length of time, not even to look at me" I instruct. "Do you understand?" I ask.
"Yes Master" she replies. Eyes focused determinedly on the screen.
"Good" I say as I run my fingers up her legs, tracing delicate patterns on the inside of her knee.
