Thank you all for the comments!! I know some of you would prefer Jemma fights back a little more, and I have to admit I like reading that as well. But she hasn't quite reached that part yet. Patience, my wonderful readers! :) I'm leaving this chapter under non-consent, but will probably move it to BDSM soon. We'll see how the story progresses. Enjoy!!
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Another man entered the room as she was just beginning to relax. Her Master, although she still refused to call him that, walked back into position between her legs and removed the catheter. She gasped as she felt it slide out, feeling the urge to pee. He put the table back to rights, closing her legs, and removed her ankle cuffs. The strap around her torso was removed next. And finally her wrists were freed. She carefully stood on shaky legs, walking to the restroom at his gentle command. After relieving her bladder, hissing through the pain, she re-entered the room.
"Slave Jemma, this is Sir Jerrod. You will refer to him as such. You are showing such a remarkable submissiveness. He will train you to bring that out and in turn be a better slave."
She wasn't sure what shocked her the most. Being told she was already a slave, or the fact that he knew her name. She shouldn't be shocked. After all, he sent in a resignation letter, in her name, officially ending her employment. And he knew where she lived. But it was the first time he said her name out loud.
Silence descended as both men waited for her response. She was at loss, wondered what exactly they wanted her to say. That she accepted her slavery? That she was happy to have pleased him? Or perhaps that she would gladly go with Jerrod... Sir Jerrod?... and learn all the wonderful things about being a slave to another person. She smirked at that last thought.
Master watched her face as she contemplated her next move. Her smirk was rewarded with a quick smack to her naked ass. She yelped, grabbing her own cheeks to protect them.
"Drop your hands to your sides."
She just looked at him, unwilling to move, surprised he smacked her.
"Drop your hands now or you go back on the table and get more gel. Only this time I will give you the full dose."
Her hands moved to her sides. She heard Sir Jerrod snicker as her face warmed.
"Good girl. Now, you were swatted for smirking. You will be submissive at all times, never questioning your Master or trainers. Sir Jerrod will give you the complete list of rules. Go with him, and be a good girl so you won't have to be punished."
She nodded her head, resulting in another smack. This time her hands moved to cover her ass, but quickly returned to her sides.
"When you are given an order, you respond with 'yes Master' or 'yes Sir'. Let's try again. Go with Sir Jerrod and be a good girl."
"Yes Sir," she meekly responded.
He smiled, "Good girl."
She followed Sir Jerrod out of the room and down a hall. There were doors one each side of the hall, plain unmarked doors. She wondered if these were more exam rooms, or something entirely different. They stopped before an elevator where he entered a series of numbers. No ordinary button on this machine. She would need a code just to get the doors open, if she was ever able to escape.
They stepped into the elevator and he entered another series of numbers before the doors closed and they descended. Three levels lower, the doors reopened and she found herself in another hallway, a wider hallway. Only this time, it didn't have that stark medical feel. Instead, the hallway was decorated in rich colors. Vibrant reds, purples and blues reflected a welcoming atmosphere, distributed in artwork, statues and plant life. The walls were painted a soft yellow color, completely complementing the items throughout the hall.
Barely given time to take it all in, she was escorted to a door. This time each door was marked with a letter. The door she was led to had a fancy J inscribed on it. His hand on her lower back gently pushed her forward as the door was opened. She looked around, taking in the seemingly simple interior. Muted grays and deep blue colors seemed to be predominating in this room. The carpeting was thick beneath her bare feet, her toes gripping and pulling on it. There was a desk to the left, a laptop sitting on its otherwise pristine surface. A floor lamp and chair sat near the desk, but far enough to show that they were two separate areas of the room. A small table was situated beside the chair.
She avoided looking to the right, ignoring the huge bed with its posts on each corner. By not looking, she also missed the blanketed pallet at the foot of the bed. There were no windows, but the artwork in the room gave a feel of looking to the outdoors. Bright sunlit paintings of fields and trees graced the walls, each showing a different location. She jumped as the door was shut firmly, turning to face him.
"Go and kneel beside the chair. We need to talk."
His words gave little room for disobedience. Besides, it seemed better to obey and give the perception of being the submissive they desire. Perhaps they would give her more freedom, in time, and she could escape. She crossed the room, kneeling beside the chair, waiting for him.
He joined her shortly, after taking a few things from a desk drawer. Using his foot, he pushed her thighs apart, spreading her legs until she was sure he could see her hidden treasure. He grasped her hands, placing them on her thighs and tilted her head down a bit so she was looking at the carpet. "This is how you will kneel, unless told otherwise. Now, stand."
She stood to her feet, continuing to look at the floor. He moved her hands behind her back, wrapping her fingers around each opposite elbow. She whimpered as she looked down, seeing her breasts thrust out. His foot tapped her foot, silently ordering her to part her legs. Once again, she could feel air brushing against her nether regions. She quivered, knowing he would have access to her pussy regardless of his command to stand or kneel. He left her head alone, as it was already tilted slightly down.
"This is how you will stand, unless otherwise noted. There are other positions, but you will use these two daily. Kneel."
She dropped to her knees, grateful for the soft carpet. Immediately her thighs parted a small distance from each other, hands resting on her legs. He walked away and she looked up, following him with her eyes. He opened a cabinet, hidden within the walls of the room. He turned, seeing her eyes upon him, and growled. She immediately dropped her gaze, looking at the floor.
"Never break position without being told. Now, spread your legs further." She whimpered as her legs parted at his command.
"Stand," He commanded. She stood, pushing her breasts out as her arms clasped behind her back, spreading her legs. It wasn't enough, as she soon felt a crop tapping against one leg. She moved her foot further over.
"Kneel." Once again she knelt. But she was still having problems obeying the 'spread further' command, as her thighs were too close together. The crop was gently used to remind her. This continued for a time, getting her used to each position. The crop was used each time, but the more he was required to remind her, the firmer each smack became, until eventually she had pink marks on her thighs.
A knock at the door interrupted their training. At his command the door opened and a naked slave walked in carrying a tray of food. Her auburn hair flowed freely down her back, gently swaying with each step. She stepped lightly, taking the tray to the table close to Sir Jarrod. Stepping back from the table, she lowered her body to the floor; kneeling for him in the position Jemma was being taught. Jemma gasped softly as she looked at the other slave. Her nipples were pierced with little rings; a chain ran from each ring to another ring situated right over her clit. Her stomach and legs were well toned, causing Jemma to feel jealous.
The slave waited for Sir Jerrod's command, kneeling at his feet. "Very good slave Patrice, you may leave."
