Amy\'s Education

AMY’S EDUCATION -- PART TWO

THE CHOICE

by Lewis Chappelle

Communications between Amy and her Mother had been tense ever since the preceding Christmas holiday when she sensed her Mom was withdrawing from her. Her Mom was seeing a new man with a name she could not even pronounce. Amy was surprised to get a letter from her at all and even more surprised to read that the new guy had asked her to marry him and start a new life on the island of Aruba with him.

Her Mom explained in terse words that she would miss Amy but was satisfied that she was a well-grounded adult. Further, that she had to do what she had to do at this stage of her life since it was not likely that another rich and good looking man would consider marrying her. She ended the note saying that she would keep in touch by mail when she could using the address of the college administration. She did not give a forwarding address.

Amy felt a twinge of abandonment when she realized that her only “family” was moving far away to Aruba. Yet, she never felt as close to Clay as she did at that moment.

Amy was doing well in her studies and was matriculated now, a few months from turning 20, as a college sophomore majoring in physical education. She was a grown woman and had spent the summer on campus so she could be near Clay. In addition to her formal course work, Clay had a “curriculum” of his own for her -- things he wanted Amy to learn during the school year; mostly about herself and her new found relationship with him as his sexual submissive.

Clay had been very specific with Amy. He expected her to keep a daily journal of her thoughts and experiences as a submissive and that she was to keep it with her all the time. He explained the reason for this was that she needed to have a place to record any doubts, fears, conflicts, or insecurities she may feel at the time she was feeling them and that he absolutely had a right to know of these feelings if he was going to help her get closer to the level of personal discovery and satisfaction she was capable of achieving as a submissive.

He explained that as his slave she was not entitled to have any secrets from him. In fact, she was not entitled to anything except those things he decided to grant her. Her decision to accept him as her Master was a matter of her choice he explained. She had transferred her personal power over her life to him. She would obey him.

She had given up whatever freedoms and liberties she may have had. The choice she had now made determined the relationship between them. If he sensed she needed to change her mind it would be up to him to decide what her reasons were and then, when he was satisfied, he would return power to her. If that ever happened, he explained, and he did e return to her the power of choice, their relationship would be altered irrevocably forever. It was his responsibility to let her come to terms with her choice and live easily in obedience to him.

Failure to obey him in any way would result in some form of punishment that would undoubtedly be even more sever than the spanking she had received on their first night together.

Amy also had discovered that Clay would often test her resolve and stretch her commitment to him by the use of what he called “slave training.” These were the activities she had read about in his erotic library. Activities such as physical stress, including bondage and confinement. Techniques such as emotional harassment, including humiliation both public and private.

He would exercise his prerogatives as her Master just for his own gratification without the need for her to learn anything at all or to even have some level of gratification or satisfaction.. In net, she would experience pain and humiliation just because that’s what he wanted for her at the time. He was going to be a good teacher.

His education and training of her would include instruction on how to keep her body healthy, maintain a good self image, and how to present herself in body and spirit. He was going to help her find peace and a joyful heart in serving, obeying, and pleasing him. He was going to teach her to trust him with all decisions.

Clay allowed her share his bed during the weekends. She was just so exciting to have next to him. He found immense joy in fondling her body; letting his fingers rest on her tight stomach, or making small circles around her nipples and aureole.

He had told her that when he reached for her in bed she was to deny him nothing. She was to lay very still on her back, part her lips and spread her legs immediately when he touched her. She was not to move even if he intentionally manipulated her clit. She was to give him complete access to her body and show him the respect that was demanded by a Master.

Furthermore, he told her that she was to become accomplished in six basic erotic slave positions that she was to assume immediately whenever and where ever he commanded. The main reason for this drill was to reinforce in her that she needed to move quickly from one position to another at his command; that was the duty of a submissive.

The first position was “Attention.” That meant that she was to stand, naked, with her legs wide apart, back arched, shoulders back, ass and tits arched out, chin up, eyes down, and fingers locked together behind her head. A variation of this would be for her to lock her fingers behind her back with her elbows as close together as possible.

The second was “Kneel.” In this position her knees were to be on the floor and spread apart as far as possible, one foot crossed one over the other behind her, shoulders back, tits out, chin up and eyes down. There were to be a number of variations for her hands that she would practice; behind her head, to be used as a suck position; behind her back pulling up on her ass, to be used to whip her tits; on her thighs palms up, to show submission; holding her tits, another tit whipping position, and overhead pulling one wrist with the opposing hand.

The third was “Worship,” in which kneel with her tits and face on the carpet, ass high, head bowed to the floor. Her hands were to be pointed straight in front of her head, palms down.

The fourth was “Exhibit.” That meant she was to open herself to him. Specifically, she was to move to show off various parts of her body, in sequence,. first her tits, then her cunt, then her ass hole and finally her open mouth. All positions were to be displayed from her back or a kneeling stance. Before she moved to another position she was to wait for an acknowledgment of his satisfaction from him.

When exhibiting her tits, she was to pull them up high on her chest so he could whip her tits or nipples if he so desired. When exhibiting her cunt, she was to pull her labia folds apart with both hands and give him the opportunity to play with her clit or play with her cunt with his toe or boot tip. When exhibiting her asshole, she was to spread her ass cheeks wide so he could lubricate and stretch it. When exhibiting her mouth she was to hold her head still, open her mouth and extend her tongue so he could rub his cock on it and use her mouth at a pace that suited him.

The fifth was “Fuck.” At this command, she was to lay flat on her back on the floor or bed, chin high looking at the ceiling, legs back straight and wide apart toward her head, hands pulling on her ankles. She was to hold that position while he fucked her or spanked her and to do so without moving.

And, the sixth, was “Passenger,” in which, when a passenger riding with him, whether he was driving or if his chauffer was driving she was to spread her legs apart and sit directly on the leather of the car seat or on her hands as he directed. Alternately, the command “Extreme Passenger” would require her to raise her skirt high over her hips and sit on her hands with her legs as far apart as she could make them go.

He made it plain that while there was not a command regarding her posture, that he expected her to always stand straight, shoulders back and chest and tits high. She was never to cross her legs at the knees -- ankles, OK; knees, never.

Each of these positions was to remind her of her slave status, that her body was for his use and pleasure, and to demonstrate that she was willing to obedient, on command, for his use, pleasure, and training. Amy assured him of her willingness to follow his directions and that she would work hard to assume these positions whenever she was told to do so.

Clay felt an obligation to make sure Amy continued doing well in her formal studies. He decided the best place for that was for her to remain at her apartment. He could always get her.

He was working 12 hour days with his business and for the most part only saw Amy on the weekends. He called her often from his office at the mansion. Typically, he would ask if she was keeping the journal and if she was still keeping all the conditions of their “scholarship contract”. She understood that these were questions designed to elicit expressions of her continued devotion and submission to him and she always gave him the right answers.

One day, a Tuesday, he caught up with her during the hours she was on duty at the library. When he was convinced it was Amy who answered the phone he said, “Slave this your Master. Since today is Tuesday I’m sure you are not wearing any underpants and that you are wearing a short skirt. Is that right Slave?’

Amy’s cunt juices started to flow and she tightened in anticipation. “Yes, Master.” she whispered into the phone.

“Yes, Master, what? Are you being insolent, slave?” he queried in a sharp, stern, tone of voice..

“No Master, I’m very respectful and meant no offense, Sir. Yes, Master, I am wearing a very short red leather skirt and no underpants Sir, as you ordered,” she said more crisply.

“Very good, Slave. Now put the phone in your left hand, and where ever you are. I want you to slip the middle finger of you right hand deep into your cunt and then lick the juice off in your mouth. Do you understand slave?”

“Yes, Master, right away.” After a moment she added, “I’ve done as you commanded Sir. It was sweet, Sir. Thank you for giving me that command.”

“Good, slave. Good job. How many people in the library saw you dip and lick your cunt juice slave?”

“Master, it was hard to tell. Frankly, I wasn’t looking for an audience. Perhaps no one saw me because I was behind the counter here but, one of the young men over in the stacks is looking at me kinda funny now and he may have seen me. By the way, Master, my new dildos and tit press came in the mail just this morning.”

“Well, Slave, this is your lucky day. Keep you hands out of your cunt for the rest of the day and I’ll pick you and your package up at your apartment at 10 tonight.” She knew he needed her; and truth be told, she needed him bad.

She was as cute and perky as she could be when he picked her up in the roadster. Her face was radiant and her long and shapely legs went straight to her cute, tight, and well formed ass.

When they got in front of the mansion, he told her to leave the package in the front seat, take off all her clothes and hurry to his bedroom naked. She would find a pair of high heels and a blindfold for her in the corner. She was to strap on the heels and cover her eyes with the blindfold and stand in the “standing slave position” he had explained many months before, until he arrived.

It didn’t take long for her to get naked and run bare foot and bare assed into the mansion. She gave quick thought to the possibility that he may have had guests but she pushed that out of her mind in exchange for the possibility of being able to suck and fuck his cock. She assumed “the position” and nervously waited for him nude for several minutes.

Clay could not get enough of Amy naked. He enjoyed seeing her full tits, tight abs and ass, strong back and legs and well manicured cunt. He got almost as much of a thrill seeing her nude as he did fucking her; “almost but not quite,” he thought. He had given her workout instructor's instructions to emphasize her overall flexibility, especially the ligaments of her inner thighs. He wanted to see more definition in her abs, calf’s, biceps and triceps. He was going for total perfection, he said.

Amy had been straining to hold her position and a small glistening sweat had come over her body. Her legs were a bit achy because of the tension created by the high heels but she enjoyed the ache because she knew she was pleasing him. He pinched her right nipple which was already stiff, until she winced. Then he took her in his arms and crushed her tits into his chest and her cunt into his groin with her arms still over her head. He kissed her on the lips deeply and passionately. When he broke away he whispered to her that she was beautiful, especially when she was naked, and that he loved her.

He found her cunt dripping with her own fluids and he wanted to fuck her immediately.

But, he told her he had a new rule for her to follow. And he had a nice gift for her too.

She was, from now on, to tell him candidly of any thought she had, or behavior in which she had been engaged, for which she needed to be disciplined. She was not to wait for him to call her. She was to call him immediately regardless of where she was or what he might be doing.

The new gift was to be worn at all times unless he gave her permission to remove it.

The gift was a diamond studded, exquisitely styled, sex slave ankle bracelet. It had her name on it -- “Amy -- Consenting, Erotic, Sex Slave.” Wearing it was an outward symbol of her submission to him. He slipped it on her and removed the blindfold. He said it was especially designed for her which caused it to be a late birthday present. He nudged her to look at the new jewelry in the mirror.

“Oh, Master, it's so lovely. I don’t deserve it. Punishment, yes, presents, no. Master, if it pleases you, may I thank you by worshiping your cock with my mouth, Sir,” she said.

With a nod from him she went almost prone at his feet. She hugged his legs and kissed his shoes, tits on the ground. Her knees were apart and he could see the gleaming juices of her cunt. He quickly undressed himself, lifted her to a kneeling position and fed her his engorged cock. She pulled his hips toward her and pressed his cock as deeply down her throat as she possibly could. She moved her head, pulled and sucked him hard until he felt he would explode in her.

“Enough, slave. Get back on the floor, spread your knees and flatten your tits on the carpet again.”

He slipped his cock easily into her cunt from behind and rocked her back and forth finally regaining control of his own excitement. Then he told her to clean him off with her mouth. Then he ordered her back in the kneeling position to be cunt fucked. Then he got her to clean him off again. What a great rhythm he had going.

While she was back with her tits on the carpet, he removed one of the new dildos from the package and lubricated it with her juices. He pushed against her anal sphincter and found it was more flexible than the first time he touched her there.

“Good slave,” he said. “You have been exercising your ass hole I gather.“

She responded eagerly and volunteered that she had been stretching her asshole, with various sized dildos, for over a month to give his cock easy access to her there. She had also found it easier to walk around all day on Friday with a butt plug in, as he had instructed. Also, she was not as tight there as she had been before. He gave quick thought to fucking her in the ass but thought there might be a better time for that at a later date..

With the butt plug still in her ass, he told her to mount him on the bed as they had the first time they fucked. He gave her permission to have as many orgasms as she could without asking for permission.

“Thank you, Master. You are too kind to this undeserving slave girl.” She found the right place for her clit on his stiff cock and pressed him and rode him like a bronco. She screamed. She swore. She howled. She hissed. She came, and came, and came…

Amy was barely able to speak intelligibly but managed to get it across to him that if it pleased him he might want to suck and bite her nipples. She even let it be known that he might want to push the butt plug into her just a bit further.

She was a mess, and it took her some time to calm down. When she stopped breathing hard, he flipped her over on her back, swung her legs easily over his shoulders and dug his cock deep into her. With only a few thrusts he shot his cum load into her.

Afterward, she found the notch on his shoulder where she could rest her head and explicitly recounted the details of her recent pleasure. She noted particularly that she found the extra pressure of the dildo in her ass a great sensation while she was being fucked.

He continued to pull on her engorged and rock hard nipples as she spoke. She moved closer to him and then slid down to suck his cock to hardness again. This time what was left of his cum went into her mouth; the first time for her and she liked that too.

At the Christmas break, Clay took stock of his pupil. He was satisfied that Amy had learned the basic psychology behind submissive choice and the transfer of personal power. She had adapted to having a Master and was responsive to his commands. She had learned the art of wearing a butt plug. And, furthermore, he had not had to punish her during the past several months. A good beginning to the year he thought. Perhaps an “A” effort.

There would be some more intensive sessions ahead of her during the holidays and there was always next semester to work on other basic essentials of submission and discipline.

He told her to pack up what she would need from her dorm room so that she could stay with him for the Christmas holidays. He wanted her to help decorate the mansion and do what she could to continue the organization of his exotic literature. He was almost always on the phone or in a meeting. His business associates were in and out of the mansion at all times of the day and evening. His maid, Bee, seemed to be puttering about most of the time until dinner was cleaned away, then she was not to be seen or heard from until breakfast at 7.

Clay insisted that Bee refer to Amy as “Miss Amy” despite their nearly 15 year age difference. Amy and Bee didn’t have much in common but they managed to find mutual accommodation for each other. Amy sensed that it would only be to her benefit if she treated Bee as a confidant. Bee was not stupid; she knew Clay was more than just fond of having Amy around and was no doubt enjoying the feast of her many youthful charms; especially when she was prancing around in her black bikini.

And, the business associates seemed always glad to see her; especially the men.

Clay rescinded his normal Monday through Friday rules for her for the holidays and gave her exclusive use of the workout rooms, spa, and pool but insisted she wear a shear white string bikini which he had purchased for her. The suit was of no practical value at all in providing her a semblance of modesty. Her cunt and nipples were practically as visible as if she had noting on at all.

He could see her where ever she went around the mansion from his third floor office. So could his friends. Not a bad view they concluded. She knew she was being watched and that she was indeed pleasing Clay; not to mention making him plenty horny for their after hours “play time.”

Clay wanted her to get busy on the library clean up project and gave her the key with instructions to lock herself in and keep the volume of the TV to just a bearably audible level when she turned it on. He told her to watch as many videos as she wished but mentioned that before she did anything else there was a tape already loaded in the player that she was required to watch three times beginning to end.

When she was comfortable with the library door securely locked behind her she settled in to see the mysterious tape.

There she was! Naked! Nipples erect! Tits jutting forward! Arched back, ass tipped to the rear! Looking like the slave she was. She heard herself on the tape saying; “Yes, Master, I know I acted too slowly for you earlier tonight. I am sorry and will do better in the future. My body is ready for the punishment I deserve. If it pleases you, Master, may I now lay across your lap so you can spank my bare ass?”

Oh my dear, she thought. He has my entire spanking and deflowering on tape. What a wonderful and thoughtful idea. She saw and heard the spanking and her quivering voice begging for mercy. She saw the redness and swelling start to appear on her ass and heard her howls of bitter protest ring again in here ears. She heard her counting the harsh slash of the horse whip against her already stinging ass and saw the three small welts raise on each cheek.

Then she saw the section of video with him on the bed and her on her knees, back bent low and ass turned high toward the camera exposing her tight cunt as she sucked his cock. She saw herself lowering her cunt onto his cock and heard the screams and howls of her thunderous climaxes. She had her hand in her pants and was stroking her clit almost without knowing it. She was just on the verge of release when she remembered that she was not allowed to play with herself without permission from Clay. She knew what she had to do.

She dialed the intercom in his office. He pushed the “private” button and inquired why she was calling. She told him that she needed to be punished because she was playing with her clit without permission. He asked for details. Then, told her to disrobe completely and stand at “attention.” He would be down and let himself into the library soon.

“Oh, Slave, you disappoint me,” he said as he entered the room. Her eyes were cast at floor level. “What will I do to you this time?” he muttered. He twisted her nipples hard and smacked her upturned ass with his hand leaving a reddening hand print. Then, he gave her one of his patented hugs and kisses. “This will surely hurt you more than me,” he said. “Into the dungeon you go, slave.”

In her heart she knew the sting of disappointing Clay. That alone was pain enough for her. She never wanted to disappoint Clay. She felt terrible.

Once in the dungeon, he put a large penis gag in her mouth and forced her into five inch heels. He secured her ankles, thighs and waist tightly to the central whipping post. He wrapped rope tightly around her chest and back with the objective of exerting pressure on her tits; they stood out assertively when he was finished. He blindfolded her and tied her head against the post then snapped clamps to her nipples. He set the clock for one hour, set the buzzer at fifteen minute intervals, and gave her six, one ounce, weights in her right hand. She was to add two of them to the chain between the clamps each time the buzzer sounded. She was expected to voluntarily add to her own pain.

She knew he would be watching her for any misstep on the TV from his office and she wondered if he would have any of his associates with him watching her punishment. She would scrutinize their gazes next time she saw any of them to see if she could detect that they had seen her in her moments of distress.

This was going to be a long and painful session she thought. There was no escape. Her legs and ankles already were straining from the high heels. Her nipples burned like crazy; they had not gotten used to harsh treatment basically because she had not taken the time to exercise them or tighten the nipple clamps tightly each Monday during the semester as she could have. She concluded the pain was basically her fault. The clock struck the quarter hour. She added the weights. Oh that hurt. Again. Again.

He finally came to her, took the gag and blindfold off and untied her from the post. He lifted the weights off and then warned her that the removal of the clamps would be almost as painful as having them on. He was right! Whoa! The blood coursed into her nipples and the pain shot through her body all the way to her cunt.

“Stay in the heels and rub you nipples with the oil on the shelf. I’ll come to get you for dinner when I’m ready for you. Look around. If you see anything interesting, let me know,” he said as he locked the door behind him.

When he came to her for dinner he said they would eat in the library. Bee had made a few light salad plates for them. He was going to watch the tape with her two more times so she wouldn’t miss a thing.

During the first showing she would stand and rub oil into her nipples. She would eat what he fed her. During the second showing she would kneel on all fours beside him and again eat from his hand.

At the end of the showings, he unzipped his trousers and fed her his cock. Her drink for the night would be his cum. Then he had her lower her tits to the ground and rub her nipples against the roughness of the carpet as she moved her body around the room on her hands and knees.

He told her to lay on her back and hold her knees apart wide. He shoved his cock roughly deep into her cunt. He shot is cum into her again. But, despite her plea for sexual release, he refused her leaving her unsatisfied and frustrated for the first time. She knew he was merely exercising the control over her which she had given him and showing her that he was in command.

“The ache of desire in your cunt and the soreness in your tits should remind you not to play with yourself you unworthy slut,” he scolded her. “Sleep here in the nude tonight; no blanket or pillow.” He locked the door with a thud behind him.

Amy cried. She hurt bad. And, she had disappointed Clay. For the first time he had denied her sexual release after fucking her. Her behavior was not producing the results she expected. She determined to do better; to obey the rules. She needed to avoid complaint and revel in his strength over her. She needed to find further peace in her submission -- needed to impress her Master of her humility. And, she needed to toughen up her poor nipples. She only slept in fits and starts.

He unlocked the door to the library early in the morning. At the first sound of the knob turning, she scrambled to her knees and put her head and tits on the ground. “Oh, Master, I am such an unworthy slave. Please forgive me sir, for my disobedience yesterday. If it pleases you Master, punish me again today. Whip me! Spank me! Hog tie me! Humiliate me. Help me be a better slave for you, my dear Master,” she cried.

Clay sensed that she was serious and was a fast learner. “Slave, I have work to do today in my office. I will have phone calls but no visitors. No breakfast for you now. Go to my office and stand nude facing the corner at rigid Attention,” he commanded. This was to teach her how to hold positions at his command despite her inclination to move about. What a better day for it, he thought.

She was standing tall in the corner when he came to the office twenty minutes later.

“Slave, adjust your position against the far wall so that your feet are spread apart and are about 18 inches from the base of the wall. Clasp your hands behind your head and tip your body forward so all your weight is on your tits against the wall,” he said.

After 20 minutes in that position, which made her tits ache, he told her to stand straight in front of his desk, head back, elbows back together, tits up, and then use both hands to pull her ass cheeks up high from behind. He was aware of her strained position while he worked. He got an erection when he thought of her discomfort.

He got up and ran his hands over her body sensuously. He pulled and sucked her nipples and toyed with her ass and cunt. She was breathing deeply while he tormented her but she held her position. He finally hit her directly on her nipples with a ruler. She grimaced but maintained control.

“Now, I’m going to take you for a walk in the noon day sun my pet,” he said.

With her high heels on he marched Amy down the driveway of his mansion. He opened the large iron gates and dragged her to the outside -- nude. He cuffed one wrist and one leg the ornate gate. She could only stand there and hope the traffic would be light. There was no way to cover her tits or her cunt.

There was no sense of pretending she was not on display. She made the best of it and put on a smile for the few cars that drove by, some of which made several passes, that fine morning. He came to get her just before ten o’clock, still in time for some breakfast.

He smiled and told her to get something quick to eat, take a nude swim, and take a nap in her room. He kissed her softly and said she was terrific and that he treasured her with all his heart.

She left his embrace with a renewed sense of achievement and self confidence.

She went to great lengths to look good for him at dinner. She wore white tennis shoes, very short shorts and a cut-off top with no bra or underpants; the way he liked to see her. Her ribs were well defined under her flat and muscled abdomen. She exercised her nipples so they were hard and erect under the cut-off. She applied lubricant to her ass hole and cunt and sprayed a delightful fragrance between her tits.

He brought her to the table by the hand and sat down with her standing before him. He held her tightly around the waist and nuzzled her tits. Without hesitation she raised her shirt and presented her nipples to him. He toyed with them with his teeth and tongue. She was crazy with desire.

“Master, if it pleases you, may I suck your cock while you eat your first course.”

“Take off your shirt slave, and get under the table. Go to work.”

He had no intention of shooting his wad at that point but she was getting so expert at sucking his cock that he had to concentrate very hard to control his natural inclinations. She was working to make him cum and he was fighting the temptation.

To distract himself, Clay reached under the table with both hands and grabbed her nipples. He pinched them so hard she finally got the point that he was sending her a message to simmer down. She was beginning to be sensitive to the non-verbal communication between them.

She sat, as dinner was served, with her now aching and sensitive tits in plain view of Bee who didn’t seem fazed in the least.

She went to him nude and sat as his feet head bowed and said nothing. He told her to bring him her journal. She raced to her room and returned handing it to him with both hands which was a symbol of her respect for him. He motioned for her to resume her place next to his chair.

What he read in her journal was fascinating. She wrote her thoughts clearly and concisely. She was a thoughtful and expressive writer.

He was able to determine that she had agreed to her erotic transfer power to him in a calm and considered manner. She had no regrets and had no illogical or unrealistic expectations.

Her writing did not even hint at any misgiving she may have had or any thoughts that she might be a “bad person” at heart or “abnormal” for having a submissive nature. There was no hint that she blamed anyone for who she was. She had a healthy level of acceptance of herself and a positive self perception.

It was clear she felt protected by him and was very happy and confident when she was in his presence. She wrote of her love and devotion to him and documented the intimate details of her orgasms at great length.

He was pleased to find many other major erotic themes covered throughout the pages of the journal.

For example, she noted how she felt about his torments and punishments of her. She seemed to conclude that his treatment of her was teaching her who she really was and that her aches and pains were beneficial to her understanding of her basic nature. Perhaps, she had mused, maybe even the fact that he had demanding rules imposed on her allowed her to control any impetuous or impish behavior common in girls her age.

She revealed that when she wore the butt plug, cunt plug, and even the nipple clips she was quite aroused sexually each time. She noted that she was having trouble dealing with the gripping pain of the clips. She wrote questions to herself; would he ever use the clips on her cunt lips, have her pierced, and what would the “pull” feel like?

Her writings were open about her frequent thoughts of being naked in public, in bondage, or dressed like a slut. Or, if she would ever be given or loaned out to another man or women for their pleasure. She frequently noted she had apprehensions about having others see her punished or naked.

She reflected on the things he did to embarrass her; which she call “humiliations”. She admitted he had every right to push her limits and that these limits did change with time and practice. She understood, deep down, that he was proud of her and that she took pride in her own submissiveness. She felt the testing sessions not only proved her resolve to be obedient to him but proved the depth of her submissive nature to herself.

She mentioned that to be really helpful to him that she should make it a point to come up with some erotic ideas for Clay that might push her emotional limits even further in the future.

He learned a lot from her written insights, apprehensions and questions about her future. She seemed to have discovered the various aspects of her submissive nature and a very healthy grip on reality. She was not harboring any apparent illogical expectations or fears. The journal notes made him consider even more deeply how he, as her Master and trainer, could help her achieve her full potential as a submissive woman.

But, that would have to wait, because starting in early January, just before Amy’s classes started for the second semester of her sophomore year, Clay was going to leave the mansion on business for about two months. When he told Amy, she cried; she could not hide her disappointment. But, she knew that when he returned he would be full of surprises. Perhaps she would have a few for him as well.

The End of Part # 2

Note: Dear readers, please take a moment and write your reactions to this story; the things you liked and the things you did not like. Thank you… LC