Taking a deep breath she knocks on the heavy wooden door, not knowing what to expect at this place but her mind telling her she can handle anything that may be throw at her. How dare her Master send her to such a place….she was a good sub and quite controllable…..when she wanted to be that is. The door slowly creaks open and the coolness of the open room before her washes over her, making her shiver slightly.
“You must be cassy” asks the tall thin man holding the door ajar
“Yes I am” she replies with a sneer in her voice “Master sent me hear to learn a lesson…..although personally I think it’s a waist of time”
“Do you have the papers your Master signed giving us permission to retrain you girl?” asks the lanky stranger
She fiddles in her bag as she pushes past the man and hands the papers to him as her eyes survey the dimly lit room…..
“Man this place is creepy” she comments as she turns…..but the man has gone and she is left standing alone in the room.
Slowly she walks around the room, taking in the beautiful antique carvings and furniture, lightly running her fingers over a large vase.
“Please do not touch anything” came a small voice from behind her and she spins around to see a petite woman about her age standing in the doorway. She is holding a thin white gown and a thick black leather collar.
“Take these girl and go to the room on the left at the top of the stairs”
“You are to change into them and place your clothes neatly folded on the chair in the room….this is the only garment you may wear, no underwear and no jewellery apart from the collar…..you will wait in the room for instructions from the Lord”
“Me…..wear a collar?” cassy starts……but the girl turns and leaves as quickly and as quietly as she had arrived.
Looking at the gown and the collar in her hand she shrugs and starts her way up the staircase towards the room allotted to her.
She notices the room has the same coldness to it as the entry to the house and she starts to worry a little about the extent of the retraining in this eerie place.
Placing the gown on the bed she undresses and places her folded clothes on the chair, the only other furniture in the room being the bed. Picking up the collar she examines it then places it back on the bed, nobody was going to make her wear a collar……
The woman appears once more in the doorway and seeing the collar on the bed walks over and picks it up shaking her head….
“Not a good idea to disobey the Lord’s wishes girl…..please follow me” she says quietly then turns and with her head lowered walks from the room.
Cassy follows her closely as she leads her back down the stairs and across to another heavy door…..she raps lightly on the door and awaits a reply. His voice booms from behind the closed door and cassy shudders at the harshness in His words.
“YES MY SLAVE?”
“The girl is here and ready to begin her retraining Sir……she has refused to wear the training collar though Sir….i am sorry” the woman replies meekly.
“LEAVE HER AT THE DOOR SLAVE……YOU ARE EXCUSED FOR NOW” He commands
“yes Sir….thankyou Sir” she replies before scurrying away
The minutes seem to stretch longer and longer as cassy waits at the door. Shuffling her feet a little she begins to think He may have fallen asleep.
“ENTER GIRL” His voice booms into the silence making cassy jump and fumble for the doorknob. She pushes the door open and gasps slightly as she takes in the array of devices filling the room. As she enters slowly she can make out some chains hanging from the ceiling in the far corner, an X frame standing in the middle of the room and some sort of pommel horse to one side. The walls are adorned with a huge variety of whips, crops, canes, floggers and more harnesses than she had ever seen in her life.
He approaches cassy from behind, startling her with His words
“LOWER YOUR HEAD GIRL……AND KNEEL”
Cassy pauses a moment to long and she suddenly feels His strong arms on her shoulders pushing her roughly to the floor. Cassy lets out a squeal and looks up at the huge heavily built man standing over her. The crash of His hand against her cheek brings tears to her eyes and she presses her hand to her burning cheek.
“NEVER LOOK ME IN THE EYE GIRL……RULE NUMBER ONE” He bellows at her and she instinctively answers Him with
“no Sir….i will not do it again”
Lowering His voice a little He continues to lay the rules down to cassy….
“While you are here and under my control girl you will obey my rules and when I am satisfied you are retrained and obedient you will be allowed to return to your Master”
“You will not speak unless you have permission…..will not remove anything that is placed in you or on you unless told to do so, no matter how much it hurts or how uncomfortable it is…..will hold any position you are told to until told to move…..and last but most importantly….you will obey my every command”
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND GIRL?”
“yes Sir” she replies shakily. Tears still stinging at her eyes…..
“Good girl…..now lets get this training under way”
“Stand girl and move over to the chains in the corner”
Cassy stands quickly and being careful not to look up at Him moves to the corner facing the wall. He follows her and stands behind her, without speaking He takes her left wrist and secures it above her head in a leather cuff, then repeats the action with her right wrist. Placing His foot between her legs He motions her to spread her legs and she obeys immediately.
Leaving her for a moment He walks to the cupboard on the far wall….cassy can here Him taking something from the cupboard and her thoughts wander to His intentions. His hand grasps her ankle and she feels something being strapped around it tight, then swiftly her other ankle is attached, and looking down cassy can see a metal spreader bar between her legs. With a quick flick of a button the bar expands and cassy’s legs are stretched so far apart she throws her head back and screams out in agony, the Lords cruel laughter ringing in her ears.
Letting her head drop back down as she whimpers softly, her legs burning from being spread so far apart so suddenly. He circles her slowly constantly tapping a crop against His thigh before pausing in front of her and grabbing her by the hair. Pulling back sharply He forces her to look into His cold, grey eyes
“From your Masters notes to me I see there are two main problems with you girl…..firstly your attitude, and that seems to be improving already…..secondly you deny your Master access to your pretty little ass……is this correct girl?
“yes Sir……I do not like anal sex” she whimpers
“Well girl….this will change under my control…..by the time you leave here you will crave nothing but being fucked in the ass” He taunts her with a chuckle
“ohhhh….please Sir….not that…I could not take anything inside my ass” she stammers, but stops immediately she feels the sting of the crop on her exposed thighs….