THE STUDY
Adam cleaned me up after breakfast as thoroughly as he had done before.
Brushing and braiding my hair carefully. Letting me care for my teeth and skin.
At the
end of the neatening process. Adam had me stand while he put leather cuffs on my
wrists and ankles. A soft leather collar around my neck. Just for the look as
it didn't have any hooks or eyes.
When he was finished he led me to Jon's Study and left me on my knees just
inside the door. The study was a very modern place. I could see the computer
screen and the keyboard. Pale blue carpet and masculine looking pinstripe
wallpaper. Two large file cabinets and several long locking cabinets of
pale-whitewashed oak. I waited patiently, noting the enormous beveled mirror
behind the desk. The comfortable leather chairs of white to the sides of the
desk. It looked like an interview room, that's what it was.
I knew when I looked up at Jon that I wasn't dealing with `Jon' anymore. I was
dealing with the Master. I greeted him as such by laying my face on his feet
and kissing the toe of his finely polished boots. Another day of lessons.
Quick frisson of fear.
"Come here, stand up." He said, backing to the clear space in front of his
desk. Waiting for me to do as I was told to do. "Put your hands up over your
head so I can fasten them above you." When I raised them up. Jon fastened them
quickly, until I felt the strain in my shoulders, as they were pulled taut very
high above my head. "Hips forward, legs spread." He clipped my ankles as well.
I was held immobile. I kept my eyes straight ahead and caught sight of myself
in the mirror before me. The longhaired slave hanging behind his oaken desk.
I was more than amazed by what I saw. I saw a slave hanging there. Bruised,
welted, obedient. Waiting calmly for instruction. He spoke when he saw where
my gaze was.
"Keep looking at yourself and answer my questions." His tone brooked no refusal.
"I read your diary. How do you feel about that?" I spoke quietly about how
frightened I was of his knowledge of me. Explaining, carefully respectful, that
some fantasies are not meant to be reality. Anymore than some people are meant
to be dominant, or submissive. It was a matter of degree and my Diary was
really out there. "Your diary is very detailed and concise. You've been
thinking of bondage for many years, yet waited until now to seek it out. Why?"
He came up behind me and put his hands on my waist lightly. I felt his breath
on my neck, hot. There was desire in my heart but my freshly cleansed body was
dry. I spoke slowly. Finding the paradox of dryness and desire intoxicating.
If he kept touching me. I wouldn't be parched for very long.
"I did not want anyone to think less of me, Master. I desired what was not
considered normal and yearned to lose myself in this life. My diary contains my
thoughts as well. I was looking over a precipice that I was very afraid to go
over." He laughed at the imagery, and seemed to understand what I was saying.
He started speaking again.
"There are many levels of sensation. Infinite types, and variations. You learn
very quickly, but you retain many of the prejudices that go with modern society
and we must rid you forcibly of those." He grabbed some clamps from the desk
before him and put them unto my nipples snugly. Taking two more and fixing them
even tighter to the dry folds of flesh between my legs. The chains an
irritating reminder of my lowly position. "We are especially vigorous on your
first weekend here. The safe-word ordeal last night was a test. One you did
remarkably well on. I was very proud of you." I was melting at the tenderness
of his tone. "I wish to find the levels of discomfort that you function best
at. Be they deeper, or constant, pain. Where is the place you suffer most
enjoyably? Finding this place is the challenge. You seem to have many facets
and to be very versatile. This may, or may not, be good for you." He pulled on
the chains gently. "I will give you to many others and let you watch other
slaves take the punishments to be inflicted on you." What a dazzling idea. I
could see that watching what was to come could be devastating. "I do not have
time for specialty work and prefer to merely observe the reactions created by
the specialists. I leave the doing to the true experts and it networks favors I
can call on." Adam had explained some of this. Masters that like to do one
particular activity would come and do you. They either paid Jon, or simply had
the use of the slave. It was like the doctor. They traded services. "I would
however like to have Traci do some body piercing on you. Are you agreeable to
this?" I explained that he could do it anywhere but my clitoris or my tongue.
The tongue was too visible and the clitoris was much too dangerous. He nodded
and explained that tonight I was going to have to watch "Terry" play with Adam,
and then it would be my turn. I was going to be introduced to the other members
of the group. All present tonight would be able to make use of me. Neat O.
There would be several other Masters, Mistresses and slaves in attendance.
Saturday was a social day at this place. The regular night for spectacle. What
it really meant was that it was a party. I was part of the show.
I asked what would happened if I ran into any of these people in real life. Jon
laughed and told me to do whatever they told me to do, or bear the consequences
the next weekend. `Great,' and then he said that nobody would ever ask me to
get naked during a business lunch, but they might ask to meet me afterwards for
some `slap and tickle.' Jesus, this guy killed me and I couldn't even laugh at
his words. I knew that he could see the amusement shining in my eyes. That
seemed to make him happy. He went behind his desk and sat down. Making notes
on the computer with quick urgent fingers. I was trying to wait patiently, but
fidgeted because of the growing discomfort in my arms. When he asked me if I
was uncomfortable I answered ritualistically. So he would know that the answer
was yes.
"As long as it pleases you, Master." He laughed, as he came over to me and
lowered my arms, just a bit.
"Bearing up well tonight will please me more. This is like nothing you have
ever seen. You will have to help Adam prepare you, and you, him." That was part
of the task ahead, he explained. I would have to learn to take care of other
slaves and my Owners as well. I had plenty to learn and little time to learn it
in.
He buzzed for Adam and by the time the Handler appeared, my shoulders were on
fire. Jon let them down completely. I had barely the strength to let them fall
from the ceiling to my sides. I followed Adam on my knees. When we arrived at
the bath chamber, I let him massage the ache out of my arms. He left the clamps
on me for the longest time. Removing them only when he went to put me in the
bath.
