PART TWO
When Valerie joined Bennett in the living room he told her to remain kneeling, but invited her to drink her wine if she wanted. She had spent the time Emma was cleaning herself polishing and writing her story, adding a new beginning.
Emma returned, still nude, of course, and asked if she should remain or if she was being dismissed. Master invited her into his lap saying that he would like her opinion both of my text and whether or not I should be allowed to continue 'testing'. She cuddled in his lap and shared his glass of wine.
"Begin!"
I cleared my throat.
"I think I have always been a submissive in my heart, but I have also always been afraid of giving in to those feelings. The fear was stronger than the yearning. I was taught to be strong and independent and so tried to follow that path.
"When we started dating, you were (and are) so masculine that a few of my friends warned me away from you. They said you would control me. They are no longer my friends.
"In our early days, you would order for me in restaurants and bars. That caused conflict in me. I didn't always like it, as you know. It was the cause of some of our fights. But I stayed. There was something about your darkness that kept me engaged. No, maybe darkness is the wrong word. Maybe it's flame. I was drawn to it, but I was afraid to touch it, scared that I would be burned.
"Seeing you with Emma, I realize you hadn't fully become the dominant you back when we were married. Maybe that's why I did marry you. Perhaps I thought I could just have a little bit of what I wanted without giving in too much. But that night when you grabbed me by the wrist, pulled me into the bedroom and then ripped my clothes off and tied me to the bed. It took my breath away... in a very scary way...but also in a good way. I couldn't work through my conflicting feelings...there was no time. You were relentless. You hovered over my naked body, hand around my neck and told me you owned me...then you fucked my mouth and my pussy in a fury and then just left me there in the darkness bound, scared and unsatisfied while you showered.
"I felt used, and disgusted and afraid ...and I wanted more. God you messed me up, Sir. But after you freed me and went to sleep I couldn't. In my sleepless night, the fear won out and I ran away.
"Sir Bennettt, in the months that followed, I learned that being alone was even worse. But I was too scared to come back. I met and pretty much ran into the arms of Greg within a few weeks. He was nice and non-threatening. I married him as soon as our divorce was final. He was safe.
"And that was the problem. You think I would have been smart enough to hear that voice in my brain and to tell it to shut up, but I didn't. Our sex life was boring when it happened at all. And when he was away, I dreamt of nothing but submitting to you, Sir.
"So you asked what I want? I want to take the plunge. You said that if I am acceptable to you you will give me a test that might last three weeks. And you have stood me on a trap door. One 'no', one failure, one refusal and the trap opens, I fall through and I am lost. The thought of that door opening fills me with despair and a different fear, while the thought of having no choice but to submit makes me flush with desire.
"My dream is to earn the right to call you Master, Sir Bennettt. I know I hesitated briefly tonight at your first commands, but already you have made me answer the door naked, crawl behind you both, lick my first cunt much less one filled with cum and then satisfy a woman while being whipped. I hope that has earned me another day of testing, Sir.
"Limits? I don't know how to answer that. I have read enough BDSM porn to know no kids, scat or permanent damage. Beyond that, I have never been fucked in the ass, never been shared or been exposed beyond what happened tonight and I really have no idea about how much pain I can manage.
"I imagine there will be bondage, that I will be punished in various ways, that I will have to serve your every whim and anyone you offer me to. I realize that if you accept me, my old life will end, that I will have to surrender to the shadowy part of me that wants to submit. My life will change in ways that are shameful, humiliating, painful. It is change that I cannot even imagine. But I want it. I think I need it.
"I am still scared, Sir Bennett, but in my heart I know I have to submit myself to you freely and completely if only to learn who or what I really am."
Still kneeling I kept my eyes cast down as I put the last page down on the coffee table and pushed the papers over to him.
"Hmmm. What do you think, Emma?"
"Well, Master, I understand her feelings. I know them, not exactly the same way, but I do understand them. And she kinda turned me on. If you ordered me, I would be pleased to go lick her ass and cunt into as many screaming orgasms as you order, Master!"
"I think you could give her a chance, even though I don't know if she will ever be as good a subbie as me!" She looked at him with an impish smile. He pinched her nipple hard then pushed her off his lap. "Not about you, slave!" Emma knelt beside his feet not looking all that contrite.
"Valerie, rise." She scrambled to her feet, heart sinking as she was sure she was about to be dismissed.
"We will continue your testing." She made to speak her thanks, but he held up his hand to silence her.
"I have to go away for three days. I have a test for you that will cover that time. Now, to be honest, you were always a lousy cocksucker, unskilled, unenthusiastic and wanting to do as little as you could get away with." She dropped her head in silent acknowledgement.
"Emma, what's the first job of a woman enslaved to a man?"
"Cock worship, Master! Going for as long and as deep as he wishes, kissing, licking, deep throating and getting face fucked! If he wants your other holes, that's his prerogative, but a good slave always hopes her master will come in her mouth, or on her face, or on her tits. May I worship your cock Master?"
Pulling a pair of dice from the end table drawer, he continued, "Not yet, girl. Valerie, here is your cock sucking test. It is quite simple: Roll the dice. The number you roll is the number of cocks you have to suck while I am away. Find your number and then I will tell you the rest of the rules."
Emma smirked at her as Valerie reached for the dice. Master loved using the dice to assign tasks to his submissives in between visits. She had rolled them several times herself. She knew what was coming.
With shaking hands Valerie picked them up and rolled an eight.
"You got off easy, slut," said Emma. Master Bennett slapped her. "Not your place." "Sorry Master, may I have another?" "No, just be quiet.
"Now here are the rest of the rules:
You must be naked when sucking a cock and he must come in your mouth and you will swallow. If he wants to come on your face, that's his choice. You are there to serve his cock. But if he doesn't come in your mouth, it doesn't count. You can always promise him a second blowjob to get the tally you need.
You must ask him to take a picture of you on your phone with his cock in your mouth while naked on your knees looking up at him. If he wants to take his own pictures, let him.
When you go out cock hunting, you can wear only one item of clothing in addition to your shoes. You must say (and record this), 'Sir, I am in training to be a slave. May I please get on my knees and give you a blow job?' If I don't hear his voice agreeing, it doesn't count. Send me the photo and recording when you are done.
If he is with friends, all of them can use your mouth, but only the first cock counts.
Finally, some will probably ask to fuck you. Let them, but if they don't end up coming in your mouth, it doesn't count. Also, to help you persuade them to let you get your point, you will take with you eight index cards that include your name, your address and the words, "If you let me swallow your come, I will be at this address from Friday morning at 8 until Saturday midnight. My door will be open. You can fuck any hole as much as you want, Sir."
Valerie stood there shaking with fear.
"Going to run away, Valerie? You know how to do that very well."
She shuddered and took a deep breath. Tears streaming down her face, she lifted her head and looked him, "No, Sir Bennettt. I will comply."
"Are the instructions clear enough?"
"I think so, Sir, but can I write them down? I would hate to make a mistake."
"Smart little slut. Now have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
"No, Sir."
