"Emma I want you to begin your education, your training. I want you to stay with Mistress Louise for a few days. You have things to learn."
I looked at the floor. I knew he was right but scared that he didn't think I was good enough. I knew I had to - it was only training. Things I hadn't done, things I could practice, to be better for him. He wanted me to be his pleasure slave. I wondered if I didn't please him enough now, but he had had me marked with the tattoo and given me his ring and collar. I was going to be the best for him. Determination held back the tears.
Then he surprised me. He took me in his arms and kissed me.
"You are mine because I want you. I still want you, but I want you to learn things, about yourself and to make you able to please me even more. I want you to do it for all those reasons, but I want you to do it. You have given yourself to me. You will do it and you will know by doing it you are pleasing me. That should be enough."
"Of course, Master." It was enough. I knew. Even now calling him Master was exciting in itself. It made me remember, it made me feel faint at the knowledge that I had signed myself over to him completely. The copy of the piece of paper was in my bag. I would look at it over and over. All the things I had agreed were his responsibility, all the things that I had accepted I would do for him were physically written down and signed. It always made me hot just to read it. The only reason I didn't read it more was that I was afraid that the paper would wear away on the folds.
I had to report to his office on Friday. I walked past the bored receptionist, up to Louise's desk. He wasn't there. She had me sit and wait. Tears wet my eyes without my bidding at the thought of me not being with him. She was speaking with another woman, older than her. Showing her things. After twenty minutes she had packed away. There was no sign of Michael. The other woman went down the corridor. Louise came over to me. Looked me over as I blushed. She held out my collar!
"Stand up. You are to spend some time with me. Please close your mouth. It is more appropriate for it to be closed at the moment. Master Michael told you that you would be going away?"
"Yes."
"Now present your neck." I had to kneel on the carpet. She removed my collar for me to kiss it, then refastened it. I wondered if the other woman might return. "In future you will address me as Mistress. Is that clear?"
"Yes... Mistress." Adding the latter uncertainly. Throat dry.
"You will do exactly as you are told, you will speak only when appropriate and you will learn. I will expect total obedience. Without that you will learn nothing." I didn't know whether to speak or not. Evidently it was not required. My heart was pounding. I was frightened; I didn't know what I would have to do. Still, she was strong; she would guide me as she had already. It was better than being with someone who I did not know at all.
She drove confidently. I was told to place my hands by my side, my knees two inches apart. I kept my eyes down on my knees. I would have liked to look at her but only allowed myself surreptitious glances out of the side of my eyes, at her thighs moving inside her trousers, at her long fingers on the steering wheel. She appeared totally relaxed and happy with life, in control of the situation. I felt my breathing was loud.
The house seemed to have originally been a small farmhouse. Beams, cosy, it sat on its own. A Japanese girl about my age opened the door as we drove up, shyly smiling with large red lips, white blouse and black skirt. Geometric bob. I had not thought of anyone else being there. She took quick glimpses at me. She was my height. Hovered around Louise. Her name, I was told, was Suzie. She took Louise's bags inside. I noticed a small tattoo on her neck.
I was to put my bag in a cupboard by the door. Suzie standing, hands at her lap, smiling a shy smile, would hang my things. I followed Louise into a lounge. She sat back seemingly content, I stood uncomfortably before her. Suzie was sent to bring wine for Louise.
"Your Master wants you trained further."
"Yes... Mistress."
"You needn't be alarmed. But it is expensive in time. You should be grateful and ensure that you work hard to show your Master that you are worth it."
"Yes Mistress."
"He wants you as a pleasure slave. Most slaves have more than one, well, role, but this is all your Master demands of you at the present. Maybe later he will have you trained for others. He needs you a little, ah, how shall we say, more experienced." My face must have shown some surprise. At that moment Suzie came back with the wine. Louise took it and sipped it. Suzie took up a position against the wall by the door, watching.
"Suzie, for instance has been trained as a maid, amongst other things." Suzie kept her eyes down. "She's a good one, most of the time. Though she makes mistakes and needs to be disciplined to ensure high standards. Would you describe yourself as experienced?" She asked me with a smile on her face. I looked at the floor. The silence stretched until I realised I must answer.
"No Mistress."
"How many men have rooted about inside you before your Master?" I looked up shocked at her words, then again at the floor.
"Two Mistress." Blushing furiously. Suzie could hear everything.
"Were they any good? Did you enjoy having them there?"
"Not particularly. No, Mistress."
"Why not? Didn't they permit you to climax?"
"No, Mistress." Another silence. I felt as though I had to fill it, give her more of an answer. "They didn't consider permission, they didn't think about it. They weren't dominant. I suppose they took it for granted that I would."
"But you needed someone who was dominant?"
"I didn't realise then, but yes, now I realise what I need, Mistress."
"And have you had women make you climax?"
"No! Only you, Mistress. When you spanked me."
"Michael tells me something about a girl called Pia."
"It was her. I didn't.... She... It was after I met him. He knows about her, he started it Mistress."
"Yes I know." She smiled, tormenting me.
"You consider yourself to be submissive, a slave?" I wanted to cry. I wanted a hole in the ground to open up for me to crawl into. I knew Suzie was listening.
"Yes, Mistress." My face burned. My throats dry as I whispered the words.
"And you enjoy your status?"
"Yes, Mistress." So softly I had to repeat it.
"Good. And you enjoy your Master or Mistress taking responsibility for you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And do you have any responsibilities concerning yourself?"
"To make my Master or Mistress happy, Mistress."
"Yes, and part of that entails making sure that you can control yourself, your body, your responses, so that you do not embarrass or disappoint your Master or Mistress. If ordered to do something it is not appropriate to do it badly or protest that you do not wish to do it. You must do everything to the best of your ability and with the pleasure of others more important than yours regardless of what you are asked to do. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. Well we have another matter to deal with just now. Suzie, please bring me the chair and glove."
Suzie quickly brought an upright chair and placed it next to me, then left the room. She came back, standing before the chair holding a black leather glove. She seemed even quieter than before, and stared at the floor.
"My skirt was creased this morning, wasn't it?" Suzie's eyes widened, flickered at me.
"Yes, Mistress." She had a soft American accent.
"Do you deserve to be punished?"
"Yes, Mistress." Seemingly looking determinedly away from me.
I felt my heart beating in my chest. I watched as she pulled up her skirt until it was around her waist. Her skin had a look of honey, her thighs sleek. She stood displaying her plain white knickers. Louise took a last drink of wine and then stood before sitting on the chair next to me. No words were exchanged. Suzie took her knickers and pulled them down. Her pubic hair was thin and neat above a neat little sex. Shuffling, with her knickers around her knees, she brought the glove to her Mistress and kissed it before handing it over. Louise put it onto her right hand. It looked tight, black, shiny. Suzie then draped herself over Louise's knees, her hair falling over her face, her buttocks pushed up and slightly separated. I could see the bulge of her smooth lips. I could see a small tattoo similar to mine. The skin was taut. Looking oiled. My breath was coming in short pants, my bra tight.
"Watch and learn." She moved me until she was satisfied that I could see everything. Her hand rested in the small of her back. Her other hand spread her thighs within the restraint of the knickers around her knees until there was a gap between the legs. Suddenly she began spanking the girl with her gloved hand. Three on one cheek. The slaps were loud in the room. Her flesh began to turn pinker. Then three on the other. This was then repeated.
I watched wide-eyed. My skin felt hot and tight. My sex throbbed. It was as if I was being spanked. I watched as the gloved hand delved between the thighs. Suzie lifted her hips and rocked as fingers entered her. When Louise took them away the smell of the girl's arousal was in the air. They left evidence of the girl's wetness around her slit. Again the spanking. Again the exploration. Again the spanking. I realised I was shaking. I wanted to touch myself. This time it was on the thighs. When she had spanked each thigh she moved to the buttocks again without exploring. The girl was sobbing softly now.
As suddenly as it had begun it stopped. Suzie was sent to the wall again, this time facing the wall, her knickers still around her knees, her skirt still high, her thighs and bottom glowing pink. Her thighs I noticed were damp. I stared at her flesh. I turned to find Louise looking at me. My face reflected colour of the flesh I was so loathe to look away from. I felt totally transparent in front of Louise.
"Aroused?" I didn't want to answer. I looked at the floor. Eventually I gave in to her as I knew I would.
"Yes. Yes, Mistress. I have never seen... It felt ......" I couldn't go on.
"Would you have like it to have been your bottom being smacked?"
"Yes, Mistress."
