Sorry it's been a while. I moved the story to BDSM, as she is adjusting to being a slave and accepting her role as such. She isn't fighting back right now, but still being used. Sex and training continue :) Enjoy
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The next morning she awoke to the smells of breakfast. Her stomach grumbled for food as she stretched, suddenly encountering the shackle on her ankle. She touched it, ran her fingers around it, trying to figure out how to get it off.
"Good morning little slave."
She looked up at his words, "Good morning Sir Jarrod. May I ask why I am chained to the bed? And why I'm sleeping on the floor?"
"That is your sleeping pallet. You will only be allowed in my bed when I give permission. And you are shackled to the bed to hinder your escape. Once you have proven you can be trusted, you will sleep unchained."
Her head tilted to the side as she processed his words. She nodded in understanding, quickly replying vocally also, "Thank you, Sir."
He smiled. She was coming along nicely. He removed the cuff and allowed her to use the bathroom before ordering her to his side with a simple command, "Kneel."
She knelt in the proper position, without being corrected. His pants were quickly removed and he awaited her next move. She scooted forward and began feeding on him, taking her dessert first as he previously instructed her. She quickly brought him to orgasm, swallowing the majority before allowing him to spurt into her mouth. She opened, showing him her mouth full of cum before swallowing. This time she awaited his next move.
"Very nicely done, little slave; you are learning quickly. You must be hungry," He commented, laughing as her stomach growled in response. "Well then, let's eat."
He fed her bites of pancake, bacon and eggs, offering sips of orange juice. She ate until she couldn't take another bite, savoring each one as it eliminated the taste of his seed from her mouth. He polished off the reminder of their breakfast, letting her finish the juice.
"We have a full day ahead of us, little slave. So, let's get started. I want you to know five positions before the day is over. You already know two of them, and seem to be remembering them very well. So you only have three more to learn before the end of the day. The first of those is display. It is similar to stand, but your hands are clasped behind your head and your head is straight."
"Why do I need to know both, Sir Jarrod?"
"You will only be using display at specific times. But it will be used and you are required to know both. That is all I can tell you at this time. The next is face down. When you hear this command you are to kneel on the floor, leaning forward. Your ass should be in the air and your face against the floor, hands extended above your head, one over the other. Try it."
Jemma scooted back away from him to give herself room before lowering her torso to the floor. He breasts flattened against the carpet, face buried within its softness as she stretched her arms out straight. He stood to his feet, stepping around her body. His fingers trailed lightly over her ass before he returned to his seat. He leaned forward and placed one of her hands over the top of the other.
"Very good. Display."
She stood to her feet, spreading them apart until they were lined up with her shoulders. Her hands clasped behind her head as she awaited his praise. She was quickly rewarded when he said "good girl". A blush or warmth spread over her body. She didn't stop to question why it felt so good. She just wanted to enjoy it.
"The last one for today is present ass. When you hear this you will kneel, leaning forward. But this time your hands will rest beside your head and you will put more weight on your shoulders, head tilted to the left. Your legs are to be spread in this position. This gives your Master or trainer access to your ass and your cunt. Try it."
She knelt on the floor once more, turning away from him. She was uncomfortable spreading her legs in such a lewd fashion. But she was even more uncomfortable leaning on her shoulders. Her head lay to the left, hands gripping the carpet on either side of her face. She felt his fingers trace her ass before slipping down into the crevice of her cheeks, gently pushing on her rear passage before sliding further down to her pussy. He smiled as he gathered the wetness on his fingers.
"Kneel."
She had to think a moment before moving. Once she was sure of her position, she turned to face him, thighs parted and hands resting on her legs.
"Open," he commanded. She opened her mouth without complaint or question. His fingers slipped into her mouth, coating her tongue with her own juices. She grimaced at the taste, and he laughed.
"You will come to enjoy that taste as well, little slave; especially from another girl."
She doubted his words, but didn't tell him so. He probably knew anyway.
They continued through each of the positions, his crop suddenly appearing as he corrected her mistakes. By lunchtime she was exhausted and ready for a break. He removed his pants and allowed her to service him before she could eat. Her mouth was learning as well, engulfing his member and bringing him to pleasure quickly. She remembered to show him a mouthful of cum before swallowing. And he rewarded her by handing her a small plate of her own. She was given a sandwich, piled high with meats and lettuce, a handful of carrots and a few apple slices. Her belly once again voiced its complaint before she had a chance to take the first bite. She silently thanked him and began devouring her food.
He smiled as he watched her eat. She was doing a lot better than he expected. Her training was taking root, she wasn't being corrected near as often, and she seemed to desire to serve. It was time to test her.
After lunch he took her to another room. Here she was given a relaxing bath and her nails were clipped, filed and painted. Her pubic hairs were treated as well....to a waxing. She was pampered in a way she never dreamed she could be. In fact, she spent hours in the spa portion of the building. He arrived to pick her up just before dinner time. When they entered his room she noticed a change. The table was moved toward the middle of the room and other chair was added. Both chairs sat at an angle, as to face the entrance to the room as well as face the table. Dinner was already served; two trays bearing lids were sitting on the table. She wondered if she would be allowed to sit as a real person now, since she had been good all day.
Her unspoken question was soon answered as Master stepped thru the door. She shied away from him, moving closer to Sir Jarrod. But it was Master's voice she heard give the command "display". She stood before him, spreading her legs a shoulder width apart. Her hands clasped behind her head as she started straight ahead, determined not to look at him. But her body, her rebellious body, responded to his touch as he stroked her belly, moving up to cup her breasts, one at a time. His fingers drifted lower, parting her folds and dipping inside. He drew out her juices, coating his fingers with them as he slid his digits further in, bringing her to the edge of pleasure. Suddenly he withdrew them, electing a groan from her.
"Open," he ordered. She replied by opening her mouth to clean his fingers, sucking her fluids from each finger.
