It had been three weeks since they had met in person and to say he was astonished at how well her training was going would be an understatement. Even now as he looked up from his place at the kitchen table he could see her busily dusting, vacuuming, cleaning and generally making sure the house they now shared was tidier than it ever had been before.
Of course she wasn't there for domestic servitude and he had discussed this with her on their first night together. They had agreed that moving from internet based to being in each other's company would take adjustment, but expressed confidence in each other's ability to make it work.
It was after dinner while watching television and chatting together that she looked him in the eye and said, "Master I want you to train me, clearly BDSM is not new to me and you know what I like BUT I want you to train me to be perfect for you."
Even now as he remembered the look in her eye he found the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. It hadn't been what she had said that had affected him in that way, but how she said it.
Training started the following morning when Master talked to Pet over breakfast about rules that would be in place and what was expected of her now that there was physical contact between them. It was agreed rules would cover both verbal and nonverbal instructions and that all rules would be enforced as to have unenforced rules would make a mockery of the D/s vibe being strived for.
Discussions around darkness and violence put a glint in Pets eye and she had reached out to touch Master's hand and asked, "Can we looking into making a basement eventually?"
There had been a pause between them and a slow nod from Master which had excited Pet tremendously.
At that meeting they agreed Pet would continue to be called Pet, she would continue to maintain her diary and would take responsibility for the majority of the household chores with help from Master if needed. Basic rules such as Pet acting with decorum, not answering back and continuing to wear the color red at all times were matters that were also cemented. Pet's ability to cum was put in her Master's hand and Pet was told that she would be required to have her Master's approval before reaching orgasm both on her own or together with Master.
With some basic rules set the days spent together were a mix of vanilla normalcy and the subtle aspects of D/s. At night Master would sit on the sofa watching the television and it became their custom that Pet would either sit beside him cuddling affectionately or sit at his feet between his knees where Master could play with her hair and talk with Pet. Pet took on the household chores and Master could not remember the house been cleaner, the food better and a more fulfilled feeling in his life.
It took a week for the D/s side of their relationship to darken and sitting at the breakfast table reflecting brought a smile to his face as he remembered Pet's surprise as he pulled back the glass shower door while she was showering and watched as she lathered her body with soap. Fully dressed it was clear he had no intention of joining her and knowing him as she did she knew his intention was to watch so turning her body to him she had allowed him to watch as she washed and touched the most intimate places on her body. There was not one word spoken between them and her flushed cheeks told him everything he needed to know about her reaction. Her head slightly turned from him as she lifted her ample breasts to wash under them before soaping her fingers which were slipped between her legs as she washed her bare pussy. It was only then that she made eye contact with him, her fingers slipping between her folds washing her most intimate place as she stared into his eyes with a far away look
The shower finished, she turned off the water and looked at him hesitatingly as he stood between her and the large fluffy white towel that hung on the towel rail behind him. Turning and taking the towel he held it open and waited for her to step out before wrapping it around her. After drying her and clearly not satisfied with the shyness and perhaps humiliation she was feeling he let the towel drop to her feet as he lifted her left breast and lent into her "Have you washed under here?".
He felt her tense before whispering softly, "Yes Master", lifting the other breast,
"Have you washed under here?"
