Disclaimer:
This story is just that, a story. It is a work of fiction and nothing at all to do with the real world or how to treat people in it. All the characters within it are adults. It contains descriptions of nonconsentual sex and other nasty things that should not be read by anybody under the age of 18.
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Hurrying home, Annabel pulled off her work clothes and slipped into her workout wear. Scampering downstairs she just about managed to scrape her hair back into a messy ponytail before entering the gym.
Naomi was waiting for her.
"Sorry," Annabel began apologetically, "work was..."
The black woman cut her off instantly. "You are late," Naomi announced sternly.
Annabel stopped in her tracks, gaping open mouthed at the fitness instructor, the excuses dying on her lips. She was completely taken aback by this unexpected reaction to her tardiness.
"You are late, Annabel," Naomi repeated in a tone that brooked no argument.
"Yes Naomi," Annabel responded, deeply unsettled by the black woman's harsh manner.
"We have been waiting," Naomi continued brusquely, her voice cracking like a whip. "I have been waiting. Jess has been waiting. You have wasted our time."
She felt her eyes moisten as Naomi fixed her with a withering glare.
Annabel didn't dare say anything. The best she could manage was a tearful nod of agreement.
"Jess and I have fully committed to this training," the black woman pressed. "We have made sacrifices to be here."
Guilt welling up inside her, Annabel sniffed as she acknowledged the words. Naomi was right. She had let them down. Naomi had generously offered her expertise to help her and she had disappointed her.
Locking Annabel in an intense stare, Naomi continued harshly. "Are you fully committed to your training?"
She was crying now. "Yes Naomi," she simpered, the disgrace of her actions painful.
The severe woman regarded her coldly for long moments, the silence driving home just how much she had let the others down.
The black woman pursed her lips before speaking. "You are weak," Naomi sneered contemptuously.
Tears flowed freely down her burning cheeks as the shame consumed her.
"The key to success is self discipline. Discipline gives us strength. Discipline allows us to achieve our goals. Discipline is the key to happiness."
"Yes Naomi," Annabel wept, utterly humiliated by her weakness. Naomi was right. It was all true. She was weak. All the bad choices she'd made. Everything bad that happened in her life was due to her lack of self discipline.
"Tell me what you need Annabel," the black woman pressed.
"Discipline," she wailed, wallowing in the despair that consumed her.
"Without discipline we are nothing more than slaves to every passing whim," Naomi asserted forcefully. "Without discipline we are slaves to our desires. Without discipline we are just slaves to our irrational urges."
Nodding her complete agreement, Annabel hung on her every word.
"I am a slave. Jess is a slave. We will always be slaves," Naomi pressed. "But we have discipline. We know what we are. We have accepted that fact. You have not."
The pain was unbearable. Annabel felt like a complete failure. She sobbed uncontrollably. Everything Naomi said was true. She was pathetic. The shame burned.
"Until you completely commit to your training and until you fully embrace discipline, you will always be unhappy," the black woman declared.
Annabel nodded in silent agreement as the powerful black woman's piercing eyes continued to bore into her.
"But we have not given up on you Annabel. You can still be happy," Naomi continued, her tone softening. "You want that, don't you Annabel?"
Lurching desperately, Annabel grasped the lifeline being offered to her. Naomi was still offering to help her! Perhaps all was not lost? Could she regain Naomi's trust? Would the black instructress permit her to continue her training?
Annabel knew the next few words would define the course of her life. She had to make a choice; loveless misery or happiness and joy.
She didn't hesitate.
"Yes!" she gasped excitedly, wiping away the tears, firmly embracing the salvation being offered to her.
"Good," Naomi replied, her tone lighter. Did Annabel detect a faint hint of praise? "Tell me what you are, Annabel. Tell me what you will always be."
"A slave," she whispered hoarsely, the word just forming on her lips without conscious thought on her part.
"Good girl," the ebony woman responded, her eyes sparkling with approval. Her eyes drying, Annabel managed to muster a weak smile in return. "Say it again."
"I'm a slave," Annabel repeated, louder now, her confidence returning as Naomi smiled encouragingly.
Her tears had stopped. Annabel drank the praise hungrily. She had learned something important about herself tonight. Something that would change her whole outlook on life.
"Yes Annabel," her powerful instructress declared. "You are a slave. You will always be a slave."
"I am a slave," Annabel sighed contentedly at the words. "I will always be a slave."
The crisis had passed. Naomi had given her a second chance. She resolved not to squander this opportunity. The pain had reminded her just how helpless and lost she would be without her training. Everything depended on it.
"Again," the black woman commanded.
"I am a slave. I will always be a slave," she announced clearly and crisply.
"Very good Annabel," Naomi smiled, pleased by her answer.
"It is time to resume your training."
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Drowsily Annabel basked in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking. She had never realised just how turned on she was to be the submissive one in a relationship. Letting Lauren take charge and dominate her as she squirmed helplessly beneath her onslaughts felt amazing. She was so lucky to have someone who didn't judge her.
Now safe and secure, she lay on the bed, breathing in Lauren's scent as she hugged her close. Her earlier unsettling encounter with Naomi seemed like another age not just a couple of hours ago.
But Annabel knew she had learned an important lesson tonight. She understood everything now. And that understanding, along with her physical proximity to her wonderful girlfriend, made her content.
"So," Lauren gently whispered into her ear as Anabel gazed back at her beautiful face, her eyes half lidded with sleep, "how was your training tonight?"
"Mmmm good," Annabel murmured, her thoughts soft and squishy as she slowly sank deeper into complete relaxation.
"Very good," Lauren soothed. "You like to be trained, don't you Annabel?"
A smile flickered across her face as Annabel's docile brain registered the words. "Yesss..." she sighed happily.
"Excellent," her girlfriend continued. "Naomi is a wonderful instructress. You must always do as she says. The training is for your benefit."
Her mind cotton wool, Annabel smiled in reply, agreeing wholeheartedly. She knew it was true. Naomi was helping her. She would do as she was ordered. Happiness came from following instructions.
"And what did you learn in your training tonight?" Lauren continued, gently stroking Annabel's hair, her smile widening as the drowsiness took over, eyelids sinking lower and lower.
Thinking clearly was such an effort now. An impossible task. How could she explain to Lauren the revelation she had had? The solution to every problem. Discipline. She needed discipline. Discipline made her happy. How could she make her understand? It was so difficult to explain. Annabel struggled with the words, tongue-tied, unable to formulate the sentences that would reveal everything to her beloved.
"Slave," she breathed contentedly, happy to have dredged the answer from the cloying softness of her mind, her eyes now firmly shut.
