It was 5:30 when he heard her walk into the room. She looked at him up and down, staring at the pain in his groggy eyes. She proceeds to walk out of the room and gestures him to follow. Shit, he thought. Last night was painful. The rigging lit up every time he moved, let alone staying in the exact position to sleep wasn't exactly the most comfortable.
"Hurry up", she calls.
"Yes mistress."
"Today we're going to practice some more before heading to Regencé Manor tonight," she said when he sat down at the kitchen table.
Alfred's face went gaunt. He had read about the horrors of Regencé Manor. Located deep in Hale Ridge, it was fantasied by most of the slaves at the Academy to ever step foot into the Manor. Remembering what he had learned at the Academy, he knew that the Manor was where he would receive his permanent collar.
"Mistress?" He looks up at her.
"If you're wondering what your collar will look like, I've already customized it for you. The only thing missing will be your ranking pin that you will choose. You have the choice of becoming a personal slave or one of the manor slaves. If you choose to be my personal slave, your pin will have my crest and initials."
Apparently, she knew what he was about to say. Alfred was slightly surprised by this but shook off the thought quickly. He quickly ate, showered and knelt down at his mistress' feet. She looked down at him. My god, he was handsome. The first she saw him at the academy, she knew he was hers. Innocent hazel eyes, defined chin and muscles.
"We'll take it easy today, so you can save up energy for tonight ok?"
He nods, and she smiles. Ever since her voice called out his name at the academy, he was intrigued. Her petite yet confident frame, though only about 5 foot 5 in height. Those black eyes that stared right through him. He sighs at the thought.
-SLAP-
"I- I'm sorry Mistress."
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Up until lunch, they practiced more position drills with the occasional spank from behind when Alfred was too slow to get to the next position.
He was good, fairly well trained from the academy, but he could be better. She expected more from him, and he knew it. He wanted her praise, more importantly, be hers. When she was satisfied with his progress, she told him what a good slave he was.
From noon til 4, they worked at the kitchen table, laptops open and focused on their own jobs. They were both working from home, just the way she likes it. Alfred was originally working at the largest business complex in town, but after a few arrangements with his boss, he was able to arrange to work from home from Wednesday's to Friday's, giving him time to be at the Academy, and now with his mistress.
She was definitely impressed when they got ready to walk out to the car later that day. He had no complaints when she had him bend over the shoe rack to clip his hand restraints behind him. He did, however, groan when he noticed her pack a few extra toys into her purse though. The collared chauffeur opened the door of the car for them as they got in.
"When we get there, I expect you to be on your best behaviour. Don't look at other people, eyes on the ground only. I will have to put you on a leash, that's the rules. We will enter the main room where you will follow my instructions. You will then choose your pin, and then we will begin the night."
He nodded. Looking up only for his mistress to clip the leather leash on him. He had the feeling she didn't like the leash, just by the tinge of her voice when she said he would have to have one inside the Manor.
