After a long shower, Leah wrapped herself in the blue floral kimono style robe that had appeared on the hook in the bathroom. Not knowing when Master, or whatever his name really was, would get back, she decided she had better get her work done. If she was going to be a prisoner, it was far better to spend it in the nicer rooms that in that little hell-hole.
She put the DVD into the player and settled onto a pile of pillows to watch. The case was labeled CS Instructional 1. To her shock and fascination, it was a porn DVD. She had never seen any live action porn before and watched in a combination of disgust and rapt amazement as stick thin women with blood red lips took huge swollen cocks into their mouths and sucked on them. What was more interesting was the commentary that was overlaid onto the DVD. It was her Master’s voice, drawing her attention to a particular technique used in this sequence or a certain style used in another. Once she had gotten over the shock of it, she started the DVD over again and paid more attention to what he was saying as she had the strong feeling that he would be testing her on the material.
When the DVD had finished, Leah put it carefully away and looked curiously at the other cases there. CS Instructional 2, Anal Play, Flogging, Japanese Rope Bondage, Serving Guests, and other titles were lined up neatly.
“I have got to get out of here,” she whispered to herself.
Taking the notebook, she settled down by the fireplace and opened it. She flipped though the pages. It seemed to be mostly text and diagrams. There were place settings for a table, diagrams for how to address letters, directions on how to tie a bow tie. Confused she looked at the title page. Basic Slave Training Manual. Someone had made a manual? She turned to page one.
The page was entitled Chapter One, Basic Slave Positions. “He’s got to be kidding.” She closed the notebook and got up and paced the room.
In his office, Carlton looked up from his work as did Raymond. Both looked toward the screen. Carlton reached for his coffee and took a sip, considering his slave girl as she paced the room. He watched her pick up the notebook and open it up again and look at the first page and shake her head.
“What’s in the notebook, Sir?” Raymond asked curiously.
“Slave positions. She seems to be having a hard time accepting them. Funny, I thought she would have the problem with the DVD. She may be more stubborn than I thought. Did Mr. Sanchez say when he would get back to me?” His eyes never left the monitor.
Raymond checked his watch, “It should be anytime, Sir. He had said within the hour. They were processing a girl.”
On the screen, Leah kicked the notebook across the room and flounced onto the pillows.
“Come on, Rabbit, think about it. Remember this morning. Show me that you are as intelligent as I know you are,” Carlton coached softly, willing her to do what he wanted her to do.
Leah wanted nothing more than to throw the notebook into the dwindling fire and watch it burn. The pain in her body was still too fresh to allow her that temper tantrum luxury, and the memory of the cell was too frightening. With a heavy heart she walked over and picked up the notebook and opened it to page one - Display position. It showed a naked woman standing with her legs spread shoulders width apart with her hands laced behind her head.
He didn’t really expect her to practice did he? She hesitated and sighed. Of course he did. He probably had spy cameras in here watching her every movement. She looked around to see if she could spot where they might be. She didn’t dare take the chance that he did and not practice them, not when her body ached so much from the beating she just had that it hurt to even breathe. Reluctantly, she stood and copied the position. It wasn’t that hard. She practiced each position several times until she thought she could do each one without looking.
Leah arranged herself on the pillow in the “waiting” position when she heard the chime sound. Hopefully, if she could please this guy, he would relax and let his defenses down and she would be able to escape. Somewhere he was going to slip up and she had to be ready to take advantage of it. It did occur to her that in this position, it would take her precious time to get up and get moving should he happen to leave the door standing open.
He entered carrying a covered tray which he set down on the table. On top of the tray rested the black leather crop and a black velvet box. Barely looking at her he spoke in his authoritative tone, “Stand, remove the robe and resume your position, Rabbit.”
In a movement that told of her early years in gymnastics, Leah rose to her feet with surprising grace to remove her robe as her Master settled into his chair. His intent gaze made her blush as her fingers fumbled with the knot of the tie on the robe. All too soon, the fabric was sliding off her skin and pooling around her feet. Her face flaming red, she knelt back down on the pillow and rested her hands palm up on her thighs.
His fingertips brushed along the line of her jaw and she trembled at the light touch, a soft intake of breath telling him that she had not expected a touch, “Have I told you how beautiful you are, Rabbit?”
Leah looked up startled. Beautiful? “No, Master.”
He trailed his fingers down her neck and over her collarbone watching the pace of her breathing increase, “You are beyond beautiful, you are exquisite -- a treasure to be cherished and kept on display. How did practicing the positions make you feel, Rabbit?”
His fingers brushed over her nipples, teasing them and Leah found it hard to concentrate on his words as pulsing sensations began in her body. How did he do that? Damn him!
“Make me feel?” her voice had a sharpness to it even as she started to reach up to brush his hand away from her breast. The crop snapped stinging at her hand and she snatched it back quickly, looking at him fearfully.
“Don’t make me cuff you, Rabbit. You will hold the position until I tell you to do otherwise,” His blue eyes brooked no argument. “Do you understand?”
Her shoulders slumped, “Yes, Master.”
The leather tab of the crop traced down her inner thigh, “I think you legs should be apart more, this is too demure.”
Reluctantly, Leah spread her legs. But the crop kept tapping until she felt she was lewdly spread. As if to make his point, he probed between her lower lips with the crop and started to massage her clit with the crop, sending wonderful and terrible sensations through her. Leah strained to stay still and almost wept with joy when he finally pulled the crop away, yet she ached to follow it. What was he turning her into?
When he finally had her positioned exactly as he wanted her, he uncovered the tray and began to feed her lunch. The smell alone of the hearty stew was almost enough to make Leah break her position. Still, it might be one fingertip out of line that would have him take it all away. She stayed perfectly still, eating the dainty bites he offered her. For the first time, she did not end the meal still hungry.
“Master?” Leah ventured, feeling a bit braver for actually being full.
“Yes, Pet?” “What are you doing with me?”
“What do you mean?” Carlton picked up the crop and with a gentle tap corrected her posture.
Her eyes flicked to the crop and then back to Carlton as the bravery began to fall away, “The positions and-and the rest of the notebook-I mean if you want sex you can just - that is-“ she trailed off.
“Rape you?” He traced the crop down her outer leg and then up her inner thigh to her lower lips again and almost idly played with it there as if thinking. “It’s been bothering you that when I did have sex with you, that I made it enjoyable, even though I had you tied down?”
Leah paled, “No! I didn’t say that!”
The crop had found her clit again and began to torment her. She jerked, her eyes huge and panicked at the maelstrom of sensations.
“You didn’t have to, Rabbit.,” he kept his voice kind, “I could just keep you locked in here and come and rape you whenever I please. There are those that would have bought you that would have done just that. I prefer to train you to be cooperative. You are highly sensitive and responsive to this and I think you will flourish and be very happy here.”
Leah couldn’t stop herself from grinding on the crop, trying to get more from it. She leaned her head back and moaned softly as the throbbing turned to pounding and her open hands became clenched fists.
“Admit it, Rabbit, you want it, don’t you? You want me to push you to orgasm, You want to fuck this crop right here and now. Or better, you are hoping I will push you to the ground and fuck you myself. Fuck you until you pass out. Isn’t that right? Tell me!”
Leah bit her lip, refusing to answer even as she ground harder onto the crop and moaned.
“Tell me!” he commanded in his most authoritative voice.
“Yes!” the fear of his command broke through her stubbornness and she bent over in shame.
He grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her back into position, ignoring her yelp of pain, but noticing at the same time the hints of her submission and arousal. He pulled her back further, kneeling beside her now until she was almost bent backwards, “You will be fucked when I am ready to fuck you. But you do have the option of begging me for it. Who knows my Little Rabbit, you might just persuade me. Beg me, Rabbit, and I might let you have an orgasm.”
“Please, Master, don’t do this to me!” Leah gasped still half bent backwards.
“A nice start on the begging, but you are missing the point of what you are supposed to be begging for, Rabbit. You have ten seconds to start begging for an orgasm.” He chuckled.
Tears spilled over her eyes, “Please, Master, I beg you for an orgasm.”
“Perfunctory. Make me believe you want it. Do I need to add a threat to it?” He trailed the crop up her belly to her nipples and gently tapped the erect nipple with it, causing her to jump as if touched by live wires. Her whimper of need had him hard.
“Please, Master, I beg you! Please! I can’t take this! Please! Let me have an orgasm, I beg you!”
