She was aware that she was to be trained as he had mentioned it on occasion and also that training of sorts had already started. She had been introduced to slave poses and had some instruction as to when and how she would need to apply herself to them and to what end, but did expect it to develop further.
As she gently eased and submerged herself willingly into the sub/Dom world, it became more and more apparent that knowing and applying herself to those poses was just the tip of the training she would need to receive.
An innocuous task when she had first read it, she soon realised that it was just the first step on a much longer path. He had asked her to find a piece of music that she liked, impressing on her that she should take the day to make her choice, to contemplate her choice and to make it with all seriousness.
She had had an inkling of his naughty game from comments he had made. Little clues and repeated questions of her initial thoughts. A double-check. A confirmation question that she was happy. She had changed her mind a few times. Did she choose a dance track, soul music, blues instrumental or one with a pleasing rock rift? Asking her to limit herself to one piece of music was a big ask. Didn't it depend on a mood? A feeling at the time? That was never going to be his problem and she knew better than to question him.
Thinking carefully, she thought about picking something that she always felt like moving her body to.
She had eventually made her choice. Bjork and Venus for a Boy. She felt the music when it came on; felt it in her body and soul. What she didn't know at the time, was his intention to link it to her eroticism and needs of her body.
The training started that Saturday afternoon. It was a simple enough command which didn't need background or context. A simple enough edict that put the onus on her to solve any issues she had, and would mean her entire day would revolve around one brief and fleeting moment.
He had given her a five minute window in which she had to orgasm; having only between 4 and 4:05 to climax.
The beginning of the process had been immediately after her knowledge of it and then the pervading thought lasted on and off all day long with every quiet time away from her family or moment to herself.
He had laid an extra layer of intrigue and told her that she must also be listening to her choice of music track at her point of orgasm.
Of course he knew how hard it would be. He had no doubt considered using the radio hour mark pips on the radio, but was sympathetic enough to start small with her. Cumming bang on the fourth radio pip would have been too much without training. He had at least given a reasonable window this time.
The window of time for orgasm meant that she had to get herself going in time for the culmination to occur at the necessary moment, despite constantly feeling very wet between the legs and the pull of her knickers gusset across her lips every time she sat down or stood up.
The expectation of the music track was almost a new level of evil. He had let on over the course of the day, that he wanted it to become synonymous with her orgasm allowance. He warned her that he was going make her build a necessity for it to be playing when she came and maybe get to the point where if she heard it, she would instantaneously and uncontrollably begin the route to climax.
The mere thought of his previous tasks and her submissiveness to him was enough to get her wet at a moment's notice. But to actually cum, well, that would take touch on her own body. Manipulation of her clit and a finger in her pussy or a vibration of some kind to couple with her memories and emotions.
To bring all that to a peak at a given time would take a lot of planning and a great deal of self control, including clock watching.
She felt her emotions rising as the hours got shorter; plans were made to make sure she was alone from 3:30. A check that the audio file was still there and ready to play uncorrupted. Accidentally playing it a couple of times early made her slightly heady with confusion but she did as she had promised and made her plans to be ready for the agreed time.
Naked in the bedroom, she held and cupped her breasts, and then pinched her nipples a couple of times, the sounds of the outside world a distant sound track including children playing and dogs barking. The door was closed with a chair behind it to make it more secure, and she had enough confidence that she was to remain undisturbed for a while.
She looked down at her lithe figure and saw the curves that intrigued her Dom so much. The weight in her breasts and the curve of her thighs that gave her a slight hourglass look. She groaned remembering some of his positive comments about her, especially when he had seen her in yoga poses. Her body still retained its trim sexy beauty.
She figured half an hour was enough to read some of her Dom's old messages, to revisit some slave wife porn on the internet and to fixate on his face from her photos app for the deadline, ready to press play and cum to Bjork as he had directed.
Increasing her pace, and then slowing down proved to be harder than she had thought. Gauging her body to peak at exactly 4 pm was always going to be tough. Too excited and she probably wouldn't be able to help herself and therefore fail. Slack off too far, and the feelings would diminish beyond salvation. Keeping herself edged to the point of breaking was a physically draining ordeal, which she knew he would probably have realised when giving her the task, and got some perverse pleasure from, knowing that his little subbie was going out of her mind with eagerness to comply and impress him. She silently thanked her lucky stars again that she wasn't expected to cum on a radio hour pip.
The music was already playing! she hadn't been able to help herself and had started playing it early on a loop. She absent-mindedly mouthed the words she could follow with the singer.
"He believes in a beauty.
He's Venus as a boy."
A text from him confirmed that he was thinking about her.
Controlling her from a distance and without asking her permission or requiring her viewpoint on the matter. Her body was his. It was an expectation that she would be prepared at four pm and cum within five more minutes, and with the threat of removed climax privileges for a substantial time if she failed, she had no desire to disappoint him.
"He's exploring.
The taste of her arousal.
So accurate..."
The clock ticked over to four o'clock and she realised she had slacked too far. She swiped the screen once more with a free hand to keep it awake and to bring his face back into sharp focus.
Blue eyes.
Strong chin.
Kissable lips.
Mischievous expression.
He knew that she was putty in his hands. She knew she would collapse in a submissive pool of longing at the expression on his face let alone the feeling of his touch.
"So accurate.
He sets off the beauty in her."
She felt the familiar rise in her core and the heat in her thighs. She felt the fire behind in her thighs erupt into her body and she let out a long low wail of emotion as she came. Thank goodness she had had the presence of mind to prepare a towel to lie on as her squirt was the usual mess of ejaculation.
Time was up.
She had made it in time.
Oh, thank goodness.
She wasn't allowed any more time. The clock on her phone display clicked over.
4:06
Time to desist.
Please can she go again? One more would be brilliant and so necessary as her feelings of greediness prevailed, but an aptly timed negative text in reply from him cut that thought short.
No more playing. She was done; her time was up. The frowning eyebrow raised emoji that he attached to the end of his message offered no option for negotiation or possiblity of submitting to an appeal to his kinder nature.
"Venus as a boy."
Reluctantly but obediently, she removed her hand from her soft fleshy tunnel, away from her swollen lips and still hard nub, turned off the music, and pawed the towel to wipe some of the moisture from her hand, happy in the knowledge that she had been able to complete her task for Sir within the expected time frame.
No punishment this time.
Thank goodness.
When disappointed with her, he had been known to call her with instructions to drop her trousers and knickers where she was, and to apply sharp smacks to herself between her legs, calling for them to be harder if he deemed it necessary, or if she didn't cry out enough in pain with each blow.
Lying and slightly panting on the bed, she let the soft breeze from a cracked open window, air, attack and freshen between her legs and she closed her eyes to revisit her obedience in her mind and to calm her excitement in her soul. The soundtrack still playing in her head like an earworm, all she could hear in her head was, 'the taste of her arousal'.
Her still damp hand trailed back over her belly to her breasts once again and she turned her head to softly moan into her pillow, shaking and trembling slightly as her body returned to its previous equilibrium, knowing how close she had made it within the deadline and wondering how he would develop the training with the next step on the path.
...
She received the task the very next morning.
I want you to carry your suction dildo with you today. On at least four or five times after you have finished on the toilet, you are to stick it to the toilet lid or seat, and while listening to a 'Venus for a Boy' for a reasonable length of time with your eyes closed, and while breathing slow, deep breaths, gently rise and lower yourself on the cock for the entire duration.
In addition, you need to do this twice whilst at work and on one of the occasions during the day, you need to be totally naked.
