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CHAPTER THREE
The positions she had already heard about were embarrassing, but the idea of ever being ordered to masturbate in front of others was mortifying. It only reminded her that there were no doubt many things that James would demand that will humiliate her and remind her of her lower position. Becca's eyes were wide, her mouth dropping open slightly showing her shock at doing such a thing. Quickly she closed her lips, as she did not want to appear doubtful of what she herself had been seeking. Becca fought to keep her eyes lowered, as she was required to.
When she heard the further instructions from James, Becca responded.
"Yes Master, understood." Becca swallowed hard and straightened her body where she stood. Her back arched a little more as she pushed her elbows back, out far on either side of her head.
"Your slave presents her body for your pleasure Master." She murmured, hoping she understood one of the conditions she could remember from the Contract correctly. Before any more hesitation, Becca unclasped her hands and reached between her legs, spreading her glistening labia apart. The wetness was obvious, and she knew James would see just how aroused she was already. "Your slave presents her sex to you Master, for your pleasure."
Becca kept her eyes lowered, it was easier to keep moving that way and she succeeded in turning her back to his gaze. Bending forward, her legs still spread, Becca reached behind her and spread her buttocks to expose the tiny rosebud nestled between her cheeks. Her voice shook more as she made her declaration.
"Your slave presents her ass for you Master." Before she straightened and turned back to face him. Her lips were parted slightly now as she enjoyed the way she felt as she assumed the ordered positions.
Kneeling now, Becca sighed a silent moan and spread her knees to what appeared about a foot apart, her hands returning to the back of her neck. Her legs trembled to hold her bottom up above her heels, but she had no idea how high she held it. Again her chest was pushed forward, her nipples almost painfully hard now.
"Your slave displays her body for you Master." It was coming easier for her now, every move more fluid as she lowered her hands to spread her sex wide again. Becca did not attempt to stop the soft moan that now escaped her lips as she felt the hot wetness again. "Your slave displays her sex for you Master." She murmured.
Showing her eagerness, Becca almost rushed to turn on her knees away from James,
before leaning her head down to the floor. Her hands reach behind her again and grasp her cheeks to spread and reveal her anus once more. "Your slave displays her ass for you Master." Her eyes were closed behind the cloak of her hair, her words moaned out.
The order completed, Becca rose to kneeling again and turned back to James. Facing him, she clasped her hands to the back of her neck and looked up at her Master. Her expression expectant and curious as to what he would order next and seeking any indication as to whether or not she had done the positions properly.
James watched Becca `present' and `display' as he had ordered with a tremendous feeling of pleasure coursing through his veins. To see and hear a naked woman offer him her intimate charms for his indulgence gave him a unique status. He saw how she made sure that her elbows pushed back forcing her breasts upwards, the nubs hard and stiff as if begging to be caressed; the willingness she showed in pulling her sex lips apart, displaying the slickness within; the neat brown indent of her ass as she pulled wide her buttocks. These actions all demonstrated obedience to his wishes that he had scarcely expected at such an early stage.
Becca's complete compliance with James's orders produced a feeling of pleasant
anticipation of the future course of his developing relationship with her.
~ As in the in the words of the song from the musical My Fair Lady, `I think she's got it.' However, it would not be wise at this stage to reveal his thoughts to the girl. ~
With a slight nod, James indicated to Becca that her efforts were acceptable.
"You appear to be able to obey the simple orders and that bodes well for your future training. However, I would remind you that you are still at an early stage of your submission, and tasks will become much more demanding on your senses and emotions, as your period of learning grows." James informed the kneeling girl.
"Stand." James instructed Becca. "Follow me, whilst I will give you a brief tour of the house and acquaint you with the various facilities. However, before we progress, these need to be fitted on your wrists and ankles." He showed Becca a set of four leather bracelets, about 3 inches wide with a number of steel rings set in the soft leather surface.
Becca was near breathless by the time she saw the nod, as slight as it was. Her heart soared as his initial words gave her confidence she had please him. "Thank you Master. Understood." she murmured and lowered her eyes. Becca tried again to imagine just what her training would entail.
Becca stood as instructed, keeping her hands clasped to the back of her neck. She swallowed hard as she saw James with the leather bracelets and stood for a moment, looking at them in his hands. The leather was soft and supple, but strong. The rings were cold and hard.
"Lower your hands, girl." James ordered and as Becca obeyed, he fastened the bracelets to her slim wrists. James then instructed Becca to lie on her back on the floor, her legs raised with knees parted, so that he could fit the ankle restraints.
Becca obeyed and felt the cold hard floor surface on her buttocks and back as she raised and spread her legs, revealing that most intimate of nooks that was now available at all times for any use that James desired. Motioning Becca to rise, James then led the way into the kitchen and showed Becca the fully stocked freezer and fridge and the adequately filled cupboards. He then proceeded to move upstairs to enable Becca to see the master bedroom.
"This is where I, as your Master will normally sleep and I may, on occasions allow you to keep me warm in the bed. However, you will normally be kept in a place that is far less comfortable to these surroundings and, as I take you to see it, you should remember that you will be called upon many times to make the journey to and fro between here and your own place of rest." James removed the signed Contract from his pocket and deposited it in a safe set into the floor of one of the bedroom closets.
Becca had observed the house carefully as he led her through, taking in the layout as much as the luxury of the furnishings. The master bedroom and large bed was looked upon with eager eyes, then with disappointment as James informed her she would not be spending as much time as she first thought with him in his room.
James then moved back down to the ground floor and thence into the basement playroom. Becca remained silent as he led her back down the stairs then deeper to the basement and "her" area of the house.
He showed Becca the walls that were lined with floor to ceiling closets, the mirror doors giving access to all manner of implements for use in the punishment and domination of a human being, including whips, leather crops, slim canes of willow, lengths of whalebone, wooden and leather paddles, metal clamps, dildos, cattle prods, enema and surgical instruments etc.
James demonstrated to Becca short lengths of chain ending in 'd' clips, the length being controlled by remote controlled hoists, the height adjustable timber sawhorse, a whipping block with a padded leather top and a vertical square metal frame with metal rings secured at various points around the perimeter, whilst a trolley type metal gynaecological table was set against one of the walls alongside a metal framed torture rack.
"This will be your new home and the place in which you will spend many hours as your training is undertaken. I was going to say `many happy hours' but that will be reserved for me, your Master. You, on the other-hand, may find that the hours you spend down here will not be so happy!!!" James allowed himself to laugh at his cynical humour.
Her blue eyes widened as she took in the playroom. Her naked form reflected back everywhere she turned. For the first time, Becca saw herself wearing her collar and now the leather cuffs. As if she could not turn away, she found herself gazing at the assorted implements of pain and pleasure James showed her. Her fascination as well as fear grew with every object she saw.
Once he spoke of her "new home", Becca looked to him with her continuing wide gaze. The words and finally his laugh sent a chill up her spine and, for the first time since meeting James online, she truly hesitated. The Conditions of the Contract she had signed came back to her, completely as she stood, trembling slight. Her body like an over-charged battery, throbbing for a release of pent of electricity. One Condition stood out more than the others at the moment: my body and mind is the property of my Master. To Becca that meant her hesitance was fruitless, she had agreed to every Condition willingly, eagerly even. In
the face of his cynical remarks, this point was proven. She was his to do with as he saw fit.
Instructing Becca to adopt 'Present 1' position, James walked over to a table on which was placed a metal tray and a previously prepared hypodermic syringe. The moment the instruction came, Becca quickly clasped her hands to the back of her neck and spread her feet apart. Her chest was thrust out as she arched her back, again wincing for the pain caused by tensing her muscles.
Returning to where Becca was waiting, James swabbed the side of her left buttock with an antiseptic wipe and inserted the needle injecting her with the content of the syringe.
Becca watched James as he walked to the table then gasped as he returned with the syringe. Becca didn't know what to do and was concerned as to why he would inject her with something. There was no chance for her to ask her Master any questions, he spoke and she knew to remain silent.
As he was carrying out the procedure, James proceeded to explain to Becca the
nature of the injection.
"The content of the syringe is a chemical formula that has been designed specifically for use with slaves. It restricts their actions so that, whilst they may want to cause their Masters and trainers harm, their bodies would not be able to comply with their wishes. In addition, it increases the slave's pain limit and stamina but more importantly, it enables the body to recover quickly, so much so that a recovery period of one hour is the equivalent of 96 normal
hours. So you will see that a Master may enjoy slicing a whip across a slave's flesh, with the knowledge that she will recover very quickly and be available again for more torments."
Without waiting for the import of his words to be appreciated by Becca, James continued. "You will find that after a short rest, your flesh recovers so that no marks will mar the whiteness of your skin and I will be able to give you another caning of equal severity."
The injection was quick and painless. It distracted her from some of what James told her but only slightly. The contents of the needle were a surprise to Becca. Sort of shocking her into awed silence
James continued. "I find that when I am training a slave, I prefer to do so unencumbered with clothing and you may now undress me so that we may proceed with your training. He stood close before the naked figure of Becca, waiting for her to obey.
"You will commence the task, whilst kneeling and you may start by removing my shoes, followed by trousers and under shorts and then the shirt." James instructed Becca.
Becca's chest heaved fully, repeatedly as he instructed her further. On one hand she was absolutely terrified of just what would come of her as she was trained as his slave. On the other she was fully aroused at the entire concept. No more would she have to make choices unless her Master gave them to her. It enabled her to revel in the frightened excitement, her eyes closing part way finally as she once more lowered her eyes as he stood bare inches from her. Vaguely she wondered if he could feel the heat of her continuing blush, it felt, to her, that it covered her body now and she glanced to one of the mirrors to see if she was glowing.
"Yes Master, your slave is honoured to undress you." Becca could scarcely believe the words were her own. But it was the truth; she wished to see his body. The clothes he still wore moulded his form pleasantly; her eyes were already imagining the skin and muscles beneath. Almost gingerly, Becca lowered herself to her knees before James and began to remove his shoes and socks. On a whim and full of the same nervous pleasure, she bent low and kissed the top of each of his now bare feet.
Now, sitting back on her knees, she reached and with shaking fingers unfastened his trousers. As Becca slid the zipper down she knowingly traced her fingers over his still concealed manhood, almost moaning as she breathed, then slipped the pants off of his hips. She was face-to-face with his groin and felt, keenly, the proximity to the power beneath the thin material remaining. Her eyes did not turn away from the bulge as she laid his pants carefully folded to one side. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his under pants and slowly pulled them down. She only stared for a moment, her hands repeating the same
gesture of dropping his underwear to one side on his trousers.
Kneeling up high on her knees, Becca reached up and unbuttoned his black top and pushed it back off his shoulders. As she did so, the tips of her breasts brushed lightly against the hair of his thighs, the nipples stiffening at the stimulation. Her fingertips trailed over his skin, enjoying these first contacts she was allowed to receive. The shirt was added to the pile beside James's feet.
Becca then sat back on her heels and laid her hand on her thighs. This time she did not look up into James's face, only kept her eyes lowered. Her heart was beating just as quickly as ever as she awaited the beginning of her training. The mixture of feelings played over her face and u*********sly she began towring her hands.
James enjoyed the feel of Becca's soft fingers on his body as she removed his clothing and the frisson of excitement that travelled from his skin to his brain as he felt her breast nubs graze his thighs increased the anticipation of future actions. After Becca had completed her task of undressing him, James stood naked and unashamed, his broad shoulders, deep chest, slim waist and muscular thighs displaying the evidence of a man who kept himself in good physical shape.
James was aware that Becca was somewhat inexperienced in her relationships, a fact that she had disclosed to him during their on-line correspondence and he had initially thought that it would be sometime later that he would issue his next instruction.
However, James observed her action of wringing her hands and this appeared to express an anxiety in her manner that he felt must be eradicated before too long.
~ She must learn to welcome my orders and obey them in a way that demonstrates her complete and utter devotion to my desires ~
"You appear somewhat anxious about your future role in our relationship, girl." James commented to the kneeling Becca. "Does the simple task of undressing your Master cause problems? If so, then my future instructions will undoubtedly create additional burdens on your submission."
~ A pity, for she has coped fairly well up to now, demonstrating her willingness in front of strangers. Still, let us see how she responds to the next step. ~
Becca looked up quickly then down at her hands and in a hurry put them up behind her neck to keep from displaying the nervous habit any longer. "It is so new, that's all, Master. I suppose I didn't think things would happen so quickly." She murmured. Becca wasn't quite sure how to express what she was thinking, but she felt it would be a challenge to learn what was required as orders were given.
"What did her future hold?" Becca again recalled the words of instruction given by James in the post office in front of all those customers, and also the comments of the woman they met in the street. Her original hope, that this journey of submission into slavery with James would be a private and intimate exploration, seemed to be dashed by his open display of her inner desires in front of strangers. She was to discover that this was only a prelude to what
was in store for her, as she was trained in the ways of Brookdale. She would soon find that the experiences she had endured so far would intensify and grow her submission.
The positions she had already heard about were embarrassing, but the idea of ever being ordered to masturbate in front of others was mortifying. It only reminded her that there were no doubt many things that James would demand that will humiliate her and remind her of her lower position. Becca's eyes were wide, her mouth dropping open slightly showing her shock at doing such a thing. Quickly she closed her lips, as she did not want to appear doubtful of what she herself had been seeking. Becca fought to keep her eyes lowered, as she was required to.
When she heard the further instructions from James, Becca responded.
"Yes Master, understood." Becca swallowed hard and straightened her body where she stood. Her back arched a little more as she pushed her elbows back, out far on either side of her head.
"Your slave presents her body for your pleasure Master." She murmured, hoping she understood one of the conditions she could remember from the Contract correctly. Before any more hesitation, Becca unclasped her hands and reached between her legs, spreading her glistening labia apart. The wetness was obvious, and she knew James would see just how aroused she was already. "Your slave presents her sex to you Master, for your pleasure."
Becca kept her eyes lowered, it was easier to keep moving that way and she succeeded in turning her back to his gaze. Bending forward, her legs still spread, Becca reached behind her and spread her buttocks to expose the tiny rosebud nestled between her cheeks. Her voice shook more as she made her declaration.
"Your slave presents her ass for you Master." Before she straightened and turned back to face him. Her lips were parted slightly now as she enjoyed the way she felt as she assumed the ordered positions.
Kneeling now, Becca sighed a silent moan and spread her knees to what appeared about a foot apart, her hands returning to the back of her neck. Her legs trembled to hold her bottom up above her heels, but she had no idea how high she held it. Again her chest was pushed forward, her nipples almost painfully hard now.
"Your slave displays her body for you Master." It was coming easier for her now, every move more fluid as she lowered her hands to spread her sex wide again. Becca did not attempt to stop the soft moan that now escaped her lips as she felt the hot wetness again. "Your slave displays her sex for you Master." She murmured.
Showing her eagerness, Becca almost rushed to turn on her knees away from James,
before leaning her head down to the floor. Her hands reach behind her again and grasp her cheeks to spread and reveal her anus once more. "Your slave displays her ass for you Master." Her eyes were closed behind the cloak of her hair, her words moaned out.
The order completed, Becca rose to kneeling again and turned back to James. Facing him, she clasped her hands to the back of her neck and looked up at her Master. Her expression expectant and curious as to what he would order next and seeking any indication as to whether or not she had done the positions properly.
James watched Becca `present' and `display' as he had ordered with a tremendous feeling of pleasure coursing through his veins. To see and hear a naked woman offer him her intimate charms for his indulgence gave him a unique status. He saw how she made sure that her elbows pushed back forcing her breasts upwards, the nubs hard and stiff as if begging to be caressed; the willingness she showed in pulling her sex lips apart, displaying the slickness within; the neat brown indent of her ass as she pulled wide her buttocks. These actions all demonstrated obedience to his wishes that he had scarcely expected at such an early stage.
Becca's complete compliance with James's orders produced a feeling of pleasant
anticipation of the future course of his developing relationship with her.
~ As in the in the words of the song from the musical My Fair Lady, `I think she's got it.' However, it would not be wise at this stage to reveal his thoughts to the girl. ~
With a slight nod, James indicated to Becca that her efforts were acceptable.
"You appear to be able to obey the simple orders and that bodes well for your future training. However, I would remind you that you are still at an early stage of your submission, and tasks will become much more demanding on your senses and emotions, as your period of learning grows." James informed the kneeling girl.
"Stand." James instructed Becca. "Follow me, whilst I will give you a brief tour of the house and acquaint you with the various facilities. However, before we progress, these need to be fitted on your wrists and ankles." He showed Becca a set of four leather bracelets, about 3 inches wide with a number of steel rings set in the soft leather surface.
Becca was near breathless by the time she saw the nod, as slight as it was. Her heart soared as his initial words gave her confidence she had please him. "Thank you Master. Understood." she murmured and lowered her eyes. Becca tried again to imagine just what her training would entail.
Becca stood as instructed, keeping her hands clasped to the back of her neck. She swallowed hard as she saw James with the leather bracelets and stood for a moment, looking at them in his hands. The leather was soft and supple, but strong. The rings were cold and hard.
"Lower your hands, girl." James ordered and as Becca obeyed, he fastened the bracelets to her slim wrists. James then instructed Becca to lie on her back on the floor, her legs raised with knees parted, so that he could fit the ankle restraints.
Becca obeyed and felt the cold hard floor surface on her buttocks and back as she raised and spread her legs, revealing that most intimate of nooks that was now available at all times for any use that James desired. Motioning Becca to rise, James then led the way into the kitchen and showed Becca the fully stocked freezer and fridge and the adequately filled cupboards. He then proceeded to move upstairs to enable Becca to see the master bedroom.
"This is where I, as your Master will normally sleep and I may, on occasions allow you to keep me warm in the bed. However, you will normally be kept in a place that is far less comfortable to these surroundings and, as I take you to see it, you should remember that you will be called upon many times to make the journey to and fro between here and your own place of rest." James removed the signed Contract from his pocket and deposited it in a safe set into the floor of one of the bedroom closets.
Becca had observed the house carefully as he led her through, taking in the layout as much as the luxury of the furnishings. The master bedroom and large bed was looked upon with eager eyes, then with disappointment as James informed her she would not be spending as much time as she first thought with him in his room.
James then moved back down to the ground floor and thence into the basement playroom. Becca remained silent as he led her back down the stairs then deeper to the basement and "her" area of the house.
He showed Becca the walls that were lined with floor to ceiling closets, the mirror doors giving access to all manner of implements for use in the punishment and domination of a human being, including whips, leather crops, slim canes of willow, lengths of whalebone, wooden and leather paddles, metal clamps, dildos, cattle prods, enema and surgical instruments etc.
James demonstrated to Becca short lengths of chain ending in 'd' clips, the length being controlled by remote controlled hoists, the height adjustable timber sawhorse, a whipping block with a padded leather top and a vertical square metal frame with metal rings secured at various points around the perimeter, whilst a trolley type metal gynaecological table was set against one of the walls alongside a metal framed torture rack.
"This will be your new home and the place in which you will spend many hours as your training is undertaken. I was going to say `many happy hours' but that will be reserved for me, your Master. You, on the other-hand, may find that the hours you spend down here will not be so happy!!!" James allowed himself to laugh at his cynical humour.
Her blue eyes widened as she took in the playroom. Her naked form reflected back everywhere she turned. For the first time, Becca saw herself wearing her collar and now the leather cuffs. As if she could not turn away, she found herself gazing at the assorted implements of pain and pleasure James showed her. Her fascination as well as fear grew with every object she saw.
Once he spoke of her "new home", Becca looked to him with her continuing wide gaze. The words and finally his laugh sent a chill up her spine and, for the first time since meeting James online, she truly hesitated. The Conditions of the Contract she had signed came back to her, completely as she stood, trembling slight. Her body like an over-charged battery, throbbing for a release of pent of electricity. One Condition stood out more than the others at the moment: my body and mind is the property of my Master. To Becca that meant her hesitance was fruitless, she had agreed to every Condition willingly, eagerly even. In
the face of his cynical remarks, this point was proven. She was his to do with as he saw fit.
Instructing Becca to adopt 'Present 1' position, James walked over to a table on which was placed a metal tray and a previously prepared hypodermic syringe. The moment the instruction came, Becca quickly clasped her hands to the back of her neck and spread her feet apart. Her chest was thrust out as she arched her back, again wincing for the pain caused by tensing her muscles.
Returning to where Becca was waiting, James swabbed the side of her left buttock with an antiseptic wipe and inserted the needle injecting her with the content of the syringe.
Becca watched James as he walked to the table then gasped as he returned with the syringe. Becca didn't know what to do and was concerned as to why he would inject her with something. There was no chance for her to ask her Master any questions, he spoke and she knew to remain silent.
As he was carrying out the procedure, James proceeded to explain to Becca the
nature of the injection.
"The content of the syringe is a chemical formula that has been designed specifically for use with slaves. It restricts their actions so that, whilst they may want to cause their Masters and trainers harm, their bodies would not be able to comply with their wishes. In addition, it increases the slave's pain limit and stamina but more importantly, it enables the body to recover quickly, so much so that a recovery period of one hour is the equivalent of 96 normal
hours. So you will see that a Master may enjoy slicing a whip across a slave's flesh, with the knowledge that she will recover very quickly and be available again for more torments."
Without waiting for the import of his words to be appreciated by Becca, James continued. "You will find that after a short rest, your flesh recovers so that no marks will mar the whiteness of your skin and I will be able to give you another caning of equal severity."
The injection was quick and painless. It distracted her from some of what James told her but only slightly. The contents of the needle were a surprise to Becca. Sort of shocking her into awed silence
James continued. "I find that when I am training a slave, I prefer to do so unencumbered with clothing and you may now undress me so that we may proceed with your training. He stood close before the naked figure of Becca, waiting for her to obey.
"You will commence the task, whilst kneeling and you may start by removing my shoes, followed by trousers and under shorts and then the shirt." James instructed Becca.
Becca's chest heaved fully, repeatedly as he instructed her further. On one hand she was absolutely terrified of just what would come of her as she was trained as his slave. On the other she was fully aroused at the entire concept. No more would she have to make choices unless her Master gave them to her. It enabled her to revel in the frightened excitement, her eyes closing part way finally as she once more lowered her eyes as he stood bare inches from her. Vaguely she wondered if he could feel the heat of her continuing blush, it felt, to her, that it covered her body now and she glanced to one of the mirrors to see if she was glowing.
"Yes Master, your slave is honoured to undress you." Becca could scarcely believe the words were her own. But it was the truth; she wished to see his body. The clothes he still wore moulded his form pleasantly; her eyes were already imagining the skin and muscles beneath. Almost gingerly, Becca lowered herself to her knees before James and began to remove his shoes and socks. On a whim and full of the same nervous pleasure, she bent low and kissed the top of each of his now bare feet.
Now, sitting back on her knees, she reached and with shaking fingers unfastened his trousers. As Becca slid the zipper down she knowingly traced her fingers over his still concealed manhood, almost moaning as she breathed, then slipped the pants off of his hips. She was face-to-face with his groin and felt, keenly, the proximity to the power beneath the thin material remaining. Her eyes did not turn away from the bulge as she laid his pants carefully folded to one side. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his under pants and slowly pulled them down. She only stared for a moment, her hands repeating the same
gesture of dropping his underwear to one side on his trousers.
Kneeling up high on her knees, Becca reached up and unbuttoned his black top and pushed it back off his shoulders. As she did so, the tips of her breasts brushed lightly against the hair of his thighs, the nipples stiffening at the stimulation. Her fingertips trailed over his skin, enjoying these first contacts she was allowed to receive. The shirt was added to the pile beside James's feet.
Becca then sat back on her heels and laid her hand on her thighs. This time she did not look up into James's face, only kept her eyes lowered. Her heart was beating just as quickly as ever as she awaited the beginning of her training. The mixture of feelings played over her face and u*********sly she began towring her hands.
James enjoyed the feel of Becca's soft fingers on his body as she removed his clothing and the frisson of excitement that travelled from his skin to his brain as he felt her breast nubs graze his thighs increased the anticipation of future actions. After Becca had completed her task of undressing him, James stood naked and unashamed, his broad shoulders, deep chest, slim waist and muscular thighs displaying the evidence of a man who kept himself in good physical shape.
James was aware that Becca was somewhat inexperienced in her relationships, a fact that she had disclosed to him during their on-line correspondence and he had initially thought that it would be sometime later that he would issue his next instruction.
However, James observed her action of wringing her hands and this appeared to express an anxiety in her manner that he felt must be eradicated before too long.
~ She must learn to welcome my orders and obey them in a way that demonstrates her complete and utter devotion to my desires ~
"You appear somewhat anxious about your future role in our relationship, girl." James commented to the kneeling Becca. "Does the simple task of undressing your Master cause problems? If so, then my future instructions will undoubtedly create additional burdens on your submission."
~ A pity, for she has coped fairly well up to now, demonstrating her willingness in front of strangers. Still, let us see how she responds to the next step. ~
Becca looked up quickly then down at her hands and in a hurry put them up behind her neck to keep from displaying the nervous habit any longer. "It is so new, that's all, Master. I suppose I didn't think things would happen so quickly." She murmured. Becca wasn't quite sure how to express what she was thinking, but she felt it would be a challenge to learn what was required as orders were given.
"What did her future hold?" Becca again recalled the words of instruction given by James in the post office in front of all those customers, and also the comments of the woman they met in the street. Her original hope, that this journey of submission into slavery with James would be a private and intimate exploration, seemed to be dashed by his open display of her inner desires in front of strangers. She was to discover that this was only a prelude to what
was in store for her, as she was trained in the ways of Brookdale. She would soon find that the experiences she had endured so far would intensify and grow her submission.
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