Sara awoke Saturday morning sore and achy. Ron examined her nipples, smiled, kissed them gently, then sent her to the shower, insisting she spend some time soaking her weary body, but try to keep her nipples relatively dry. Water wouldn't hurt them, but soaking them wouldn't encourage healing. She did as requested and enjoyed the warm soak.
Ron made breakfast and found the newspaper on the front step. He sat, dressed in his boxers, at the table enjoying a cup of coffee with his morning paper. Sara emerged from the bathroom and joined him.
"It is a bit strange to eat in the nude," she said.
"Do you think?" Ron replied. "I think it is perfectly natural, really." He returned to his paper. There was no plate for her. She wondered. After a few minutes, he gently kicked her bowls that sat on the floor beside the table. Her eggs and bacon were in the bowl and water in the other. Embarrassed and a bit awkwardly, she lowered herself to her hands and knees. She had already forgotten his first instructions. He did not look up from his paper. She made her way as gracefully as possible to her bowls which were situated so he had a lovely view of her as she ate. She held her hands behind her back and began to eat.
She quietly ate her eggs and bagel, and sipped her coffee.
When she finished, she knelt quietly at his feet.
"Just think, my dear, it won't be long before I can attach your leash to your nipples! What fun, hmm? Speaking of which, it is time I also give you a more permanent collar. Please crawl into my room and fetch the silver box in my top right drawer. Crawl beautifully, my dear, and feel me watching your every move. Now go!"
She took a moment to adjust her posture, held her head high, and proceeded to crawl as elegantly as possible across the carpet. She disappeared in the bedroom, and shortly returned with the box in her mouth. She instinctively knelt at his feet when he did not look up immediately. In fact, it was several minutes before he removed the box from her mouth and stroked her hair. She watched as he opened the box and removed a shiny silver chain. It was delicate, and yet not just decorative. It was sturdy and had a large D-ring for the leash.
"This is your collar for when you are not here, Sara. I will put it on you when you leave, and you will not remove it, even in the shower because it tells the world that you are mine. You see?" Engraved on the collar, Sara read the words, "Valued Property of Ron Grouse". He continued, "I had it made just for you, Sara not long after your divorce in the hope that one day you would truly be mine." He fastened it around her neck. It was snug, but looked perfect on her. She flushed. "Now then, we must get you more accustomed to crawling, so no walking until you must return to the office Monday." Affectionately, he stroked her hair. "Tell me, Sara, how are you feeling?"
"My nipples are only a little bit sore, but I am very aware of them. Other than that, I haven't really given it any thought. I think my knees are a bit sore, too."
"Yes, well, that will happen. Good! Now, this morning, I want to teach you some new positions. Each position has many purposes and functions with which you will become accustomed over time, but for now, you will simply learn the basic positions and practice moving between them as gracefully as possible. Come, let's go out in the back yard and get some fresh air." He attached a leash to her new collar and led her outside into the back yard and she followed on her hands and knees.
Ron owned several acres of land that wrapped around the quaint little cabin. Some of it was still wild forest, but the back yard was professionally landscaped. There was a lovely in-ground pool and adjacent deck, but there was also a large area with what appeared to be a black rubber mat, perhaps 30 feet square. There was an old fashioned wooden picnic table and several lounge chairs of various sizes and colors. There was no fence for privacy, but neighbors tended to keep to themselves pretty much. Sara also noticed what she assumed to be a clothesline that stretched from one large oak to another. It was a nice, open back yard, and Sara thought the landscapers had done an excellent job.
"OK, up on the picnic table, girl." She climbed up on the table, as directed. "Kneel. Yes, that's lovely. Palms up on your thighs, please. Knees should be open as far as you can open them. I must be able to see that juicy pussy of yours!" He chuckled. "Now, just turn your head, slightly to the side. Yes, that's it! Beautiful! That is 'kneel'. Remember it! The leash should hang right down in front of you, unless I have removed it. Yes, perfect."
"Next is called "karta". From your kneeling position, you simply bow forward and place your left cheek on the floor, your arms extended before you or they may grasp my ankles tenderly. OK? Try it, 'karta'. Perfect, girl! What a lovely bottom you have! When you are here, at my cabin, and you enter a room where I am, this is how you present yourself to me. Understand?
Sara nodded. Ron smiled. He was quite pleased with Sara's progress and submission to him.
"Karta is also a position for sex, in which case other instructions may accompany the command. For example, 'hold'. This would be similar to 'stay' but means you must be as still as possible until further directions. Let's try it. Karta, hold!"
Sara assumed the required position and froze herself there. Ron walked around the garden and picked a daisy. She felt him move up behind her, and it was not long before she felt something stroking her. The daisy tickled her nakedness. He traced the flower lightly up and down her back, up and down her inner thighs, up around her nice, round ass, then down the seam. She then felt what must be the stem circle her openings ... first her vagina, then rising to her anus. She squirmed a little.
"Be still, girl!" He continued. Since she was elevated on the table, he was able to inspect her closely, and she felt it. She was quite aware of the collar snug on her neck. She was aware of the delightful new nipple rings piercing her sore, swollen nipples that throbbed slightly. She was aware of the daisy teasing her body.
"Now, girl, one last command for today. "Lift!" This means you simply lift your bum up high. You see? This lifts that beautiful bottom and presents it for either close inspection or for my pleasure. Do it, Lift!" She lifted herself onto her feet, her bottom presented to Ron. Immediately, his face moved in, and he began to lick her vaginal opening. "Mmmmm, you are delicious, my pet!" He continued.
A squeal escaped her lips as his tongue plunged into her. Her knees buckled a bit but she caught them and regained her position even pressing her bottom onto his invading tongue. Her heat flamed quickly at his attention.
"Ahhhh my dear, I see we will have to work on your control. You may not cum, pet, and you must remain still. Hold on, I will get a timer. Be right back."
Ron left her and ran into the cabin to get a timer. He was gone perhaps 3 minutes, time enough for her to cool a little. He set the timer for 10 minutes, and began once again to lick her wetness, gently, tenderly. His tongue flicked her now swollen clitoris and she growled a low, throaty sound ... Her hips rocked some to his movements. Deeper and deeper his tongue dove, she tried desperately to control herself ...
He felt her shiver and stopped his attentions, but the timer was not done yet. He smacked her bottom ... hard. She yelped. Again, his hand smacked her ass. Again she swallowed a sound. A third time his hand smacked her.
"Kneel"
She obeyed.
Ron was putting together some sort of apparatus, like tinker toys, with smaller metal rods. He built what looked like a large A-frame with three chains hanging from it. Sara tried to see what it was, but couldn't without breaking her position. Finally, Ron walked over to Sara, picked up her leash, and walked her over to the strange apparatus.
"Stand, girl." She did. Her wrists were first secured together behind her, and then a large leather harness was wrapped around her just under her breasts, and up over her shoulders. Next, another leather strap was attached just above each knee. Then each of these straps was clipped to a chain. Sara moaned loudly as she found herself bound and stretched wide open and totally helpless before Him.
"How do you feel, pet?"
"Oh Master! I feel very horny!" She chuckled, and Ron looked at her sternly.
