The Enslaving of anna

Chapter 3

"Very well," I said. "We will begin your training by teaching you the four basic positions which you will assume upon command. The one you are in now, kneeling with your back straight and your hands hanging loose at your sides. It's called 'Kneel Up.' Whenever I command you to kneel up, you will instantly stop what you are doing and drop to your knees in that posture. Now I want you to sit back on your heels and spread your knees apart as wide as you can."

She did so, a trace of a smile betraying her awareness that her sex was inordinately exposed.

"Now rest your hands on your thighs, palms up. Keep them open and relaxed. This is the 'Kneel Down' position. You will remain there memorizing that position so that you can drop into it immediately on demand."

I stood up and walked slowly around her, slapping the riding crop on my palm to rachet up her nerves a little. Actually, it seemed to be making her more excited. She was watching me carefully.

"One other refinement, slave anna, and this applies to all positions. Unless ordered otherwise, you will keep your gaze down on the floor as a sign of your submissiveness and respect."

She complied but when I did not move or say anything for two minutes, she glanced up quizzically. Time to correct her.

"Did I give you permission to look up, slave anna?"

Her eyes snapped back down. "No, Master. I'm sorry. I thought maybe I had . . ."

"I asked you a Yes or No question. Did I give you permission to ramble on with excuses?"

"No, Sir. I'm sorry."

"I'm going to punish you for that indiscretion, slave anna. I want you to ask politely to be punished."

She swallowed, trying not to peek at the crop. "Please punish me, Master."

I swatted her sharply twice on each breast. She blinked and yelped with each blow but succeeded in keeping her eyes glued to the floor, depriving me of further correction.

"Now thank me for the correction, slave anna, and kiss the instrument that delivered it." I presented the business end of the crop to her lips. She thanked me for the punishment and kissed the mean little leather loop at the end of the whip. She was learning. "I told you I would never strike you out of anger but always announce your punishments in advance. Well, I am now warning you in advance that because this is a training session and a test, I will carry this whip with me and correct you with it immediately for any slip-ups on your part. It behooves you, therefore, to pay close attention to every detail of your conduct. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"But is it what you wish? I expect a more enthusiastic and respectful response."

"Yes, Master Daniel, it is what I wish. Please be so kind . . ."

"No! It is not your place to ask favors of me. The purpose of your life, now, is to please me. Find a more respectful way to put it." I tapped the end of the crop on her left nipple.

She trembled slightly as she struggled to second guess me for the proper way to frame her words. Then it came to her. "If it pleases you, Master, please punish me immediately when I make a mistake, so I may learn more swiftly."

"Excellent." I stroked her cheek gently with the end of the crop. "Now rise to your feet. I'm going to teach you two more positions. Stand at attention."

She rose and assumed the standard stiff-backed military stance, legs together, eyes front.

"Almost. I want you to make three adjustments. First, when you take this or any of the standard slave positions, you will keep your eyes cast down unless ordered otherwise." She did so at once. "Second, as in the Kneel Up position, you will not make a fist as you are doing now. You will open your hands and let your fingers relax into a natural curl." She dutifully made her hands relax. "Third, you will from now on keep your lips apart. This applies to your entire waking life, whether in a position or not, whether in public or private, whether alone or in the presence of others. At no time will you allow your lips to seal shut. They must remain constantly parted as a symbol that your mouth is available for any use to which your Master chooses to put it. This symbol is not just for others who know its meaning. It is primarily for you , a constant reminder that every opening in your body belongs to your Master and is a vessel for his pleasure, including your mouth."

After a moment's hesitation, she licked her lips and left them slightly parted. I knew that soon I would have the chance to whip her for breaking that rule. And the chance would be repeated often. Closing the mouth is a very hard habit to break, but in time, with enough painful reminders, she would do it.

"One last position, slave anna. Parade rest. Did you ever play in a band?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Then you know the position. Take it."

She moved her left foot out about eighteen inches and clasped her right wrist with her left hand behind her back. "Is this correct, Sir?"

I gave her a hard blow on the ass with the crop and she cried out, her eyes wide with confusion and pain. "I did not give you permission to ask a question. Do it right!"

Stuttering in her rush to obey, she nearly yelled, "May I ask a question, Master?"

"Yes." I kept my response calm and simple.

"Is this how I'm supposed to do it, Master? I really want to please you!"

"That is exactly how you are to do it, slave anna. But be careful to keep your eyes down and your lips parted. I'll be happy to add another stripe to your backside."

"Yes, Sir. I'm trying."

Technically she had spoken without permission, but I let it slide. "Now I'm going to put you through your paces to make sure you can execute these four positions quickly and gracefully, remembering all the fine points. I'll watch carefully and each error will earn you three hard strokes." I waited a beat. "Well?"

She looked panicked for a moment, then remembered. "Thank you, Master. Please punish . . . if it pleases you , please punish me immediately for any mistakes."

"Stand at attention!" I barked, and she did. "Kneel up!" She dropped to her knees with her back straight. "Stand at ease!" "Kneel down!" I continued to issue these orders, mixing them up, faster and faster, watching her eyes and lips and hands. Only once did she fail when I slapped the crop noisily into my palm and she glanced over in terror. The next three strokes went straight to her ass leaving three bright welts. Her face scrunched in pain, but she never missed a beat. Finally, seeing her legs beginning to tremble from the repetitive standing and kneeling, I left her in the kneel down position and leaned against the door jamb. "You did quite well, slave anna. I don't think you'll forget the proper way to take a position, and if you do, I have meaner whips than this at my disposal. One more general rule. In this house you will always remain nude unless I tell you otherwise. Furthermore, anything you do wear from now on must be approved by me. Now I want you to go into the kitchen and prepare breakfast for me. I will wait here and you will announce when it is ready. Don't serve it, just tell me when it's ready." I told her what to prepare and how I wanted my eggs. "Now, go!"

"Yes, Master. Thank you." She was learning fast.

But she hadn't even begun to suffer.

Cooking breakfast was apparently something she could do well because she burst into the room about fifteen minutes later and chirped, "Breakfast is ready to be served, Master Daniel!"

For several seconds I pretended to ignore her, then I slowly put down the newspaper I had been reading and stared at her with obvious displeasure. Her smile disintegrated.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"First, never enter a room where the Master is present without knocking and asking admission. I'll let that slide because I had not yet instructed you on that point. Second, and this will require punishment, you raised your eyes and spoke without asking permission. You were already given clear instructions not to do that. Is that not true, slave anna?"

The poor girl looked both crushed and disappointed. I gathered she had put together a splendid breakfast to make a good impression on me. My nitpicking was spoiling things for her. I decided to refocus her attention on the gravity of her transgressions.

"I will accept a single slip once with a mild correction. But when you make the same mistake repeatedly, I am forced to adopt harsher penalties. In this case, you will go over to that ottoman," I pointed to a piece of furniture I had purchased specifically for this purpose, "and drape yourself over it with your ass raised up and ready for the whip."

Her voice was barely audible. "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." Her lips quivered. Obviously she wanted to say more but couldn't decide how to phrase it. So she simply laid across the ottoman, her belly on its leather upholstery, her naked bottom prominently upraised with its fading stripes. This time I whaled into her with no mercy. Again and again the crop whistled down and bit into her tender flesh. She screamed and cried and rocked but made no effort to roll off the ottoman and escape the punishment. Sensing she was about to faint, I stopped at the twelfth blow. She collapsed limply on the ottoman, sobbing, her face in her hands. I walked around and put the leather wrapped whip in front of her mouth. She kissed it and burbled something through her sobs that I took to be "Thank you, Master."

I gave her a few minutes to collect herself, then told her to follow me into the kitchen and show me what she had done. She was no longer a proud slut but a contrite slave and merely gestured at the perfectly fried bacon and the eggs over easy, not as perfect as they would have been without the delay for punishment. Offsetting the whipping with praise, I told her she had done a fine job and ordered her to set a place for me at the table and bring it in. I noticed that she had made a portion for herself as well, so I added, "Just one setting. For your Master. You will eat when I have finished. You will kneel down by my side as I eat and wait for further instructions."

She brought in a nicely presented plate and a cup of coffee, as I had ordered, and obediently knelt and waited in the proper position for me to finish breakfast. I took my time, enjoying her fine cooking, watching her restive movements at the corner of my vision. She gave me no further reason to punish her.

When I had finished, I said, "Now clear away my dishes and bring in your own breakfast. But dump it into a bowl with no tableware."

She jumped up and did as she was told, returning with a bowl neatly arranged with bacon, eggs and toast. She had apparently decided not to dump her coffee into the mix.

"Place it on the floor here beside me," I said. She did so, frowning slightly. Not happy. Her breakfast was already cold. What now? "Get down on your hands and knees and eat your breakfast from the bowl," I ordered.

"May I speak, Sir?"

I had expected she would ask. "Yes, you may."

"May I get my fork, Sir?"

"No. You will eat it directly out of the bowl with your mouth. Today I will purchase a doggie bowl for you and from now on you will take all your meals from that bowl. You will remain on hands and knees as you eat and NOT use your hands with the food. Do I hear any objections, slave anna?"

She closed her eyes. "No, Master. Thank you for allowing me to eat like a dog."

No doubt she intended the sarcasm, but I ignored it. That was exactly how she would eat from now on. It was to impress on her that she was now as much a piece of property as a pet dog, and no more exalted. And also because it amused me.

It amused her, too, at first. She giggled at her own clumsy attempts to pull the strips of bacon into her mouth with her tongue and lips. The eggs, of course, were a disaster, the yolks tearing open on her teeth and running down her chin, dripping into the bowl. She had always been fastidious about her table manners and appearance, so it was inevitable that she find her besmeared face intolerable.

"Master, may I speak, please?"

"You may."

"Could I please get a napkin. My face is a mess."

"No you may not."

"But it's dripping. I'll get it on the floor."

"You'd better not. If you do, you will clean it up with your tongue."

She looked incredulous. "Off the floor?"

"Or be whipped until you do."

"That's gross."

"Would you prefer to eat your meals directly off the floor from now on?" I glared at her, letting her know that I was fully capable of ordering such a thing.

She looked away at a distant part of the floor. "No, Sir."

"If you truly want to be a slave, anna, you will have to give up your former notions of what's acceptable and what is not. Your Master will make those decisions from now on. I will never allow you to suffer serious harm, but you will suffer whatever unpleasantness I deem proper for your training or entertainment for me. Or have you already lost heart? Have you already decided you don't have what it takes to be a worthy slave?"

"No, Master. I want to be your slave. Forgive me for. . . for questioning your order. I'll try to remember my place from now on."

"I know you will, slave anna. But I will punish you this evening for that outburst. It will help you to remember your place. You will now clean up your bowl."

"Thank you, Master." She gazed grimly down into the messy contents, and with an obvious effort at self control snuffled and lapped at it until the bowl was much cleaner than her face. When she had finished, I ordered her to kneel in the down position, facing me. I tapped the insides of her knees with my crop as a reminder to open her legs wider. Toast crumbs were cemented to her cheeks, nose and chin in a smear of dried egg.

"From now on, you will set my place and serve me breakfast and all other meals before being granted permission to eat your own. I will give you the meal menus each day for you to prepare. You will be allowed to eat the leftovers from your bowl on the floor. Except for breakfast. For breakfast you will always have plain oatmeal with skimmed milk."

She made a small grimace, but said nothing.

"Do you realize your lips are closed?" She parted them hurriedly. Too late. "I will add that to the list of offenses for which you will be punished this evening." I stared at her and tapped my foot until she remembered her manners.

"Thank you, Master Daniel."

"You will stand now and clean up the dishes and your face while I prepare for work. You have five minutes to do that, at which time I expect you to be standing at attention by the front door waiting to be given your workday instructions as I leave."

She looked relieved to be getting away from continued proximity to the whip. She was not so happy when I gave her the instructions five minutes later.

"From now on, slave anna, you will not leave this house without my specific approval or order. That means you are not permitted even out on the grounds. For safety reasons I will not lock you in, but there are hidden security cameras and I will know if you disobey me on this point. You are to remain naked throughout the day. Nudity is to be your normal condition from now on. You may keep a robe on the rack by the door to put on temporarily in case you need to answer the doorbell, but under no other circumstances are you to put on any article of clothing without my specific order. Your work duty for today is to clean and vacuum every room of the house except the locked room down cellar. You will be introduced to that room tonight. I will be home sometime between five and six o'clock. I will arrive without warning and expect you to be waiting for me in kneel-up position in the front hallway. You will find cuffs and padlocks for your wrists and ankles laid out on my bureau, along with a dog collar and a single tail whip. You will have put on the collar and cuffs and be holding a martini in one hand and the whip in the other to offer me as I come in. If you fail in any of this, the punishment will be extremely unpleasant. Am I thoroughly understood?"

"Yes, Sir," she said meekly, remembering to keep her eyes downcast and her lips parted.

"Look up at me now."

Her brilliantly blue eyes met mine and she smiled. I kissed her, letting my tongue slip into her mouth to meet hers. There was an instant stirring in my loins, so I broke off the kiss lest the moment get out of hand. She didn't know it, but this was to be the easiest day of her life in slavery. Already I could hardly wait to get back and start her on a road to pain and pleasure, to suffering and ecstacy beyond anything she had ever imagined.