A Girl's Training
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,836
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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The master stood before the slave, his dark eyes hard upon her, appraising her beauty with the steady gaze of confidence, strength, and command. The light was catching the bit of grey starting in his short, dark hair, making it appear silver, brilliant, casting a slight glow about him. He strode with purpose towards her, like a hunter stalking his prey, moving in for the kill. The slave kneeled on the ground before him, her eyes facing down waiting for her next command. “Do you know why you’re here, slave?”
The slave, still looking at the floor not wanting to stare into the face of her captor, shook her head no. Her body was slightly shaking not only from the fear of the man in front of her and wondering how she got there but also from the cold biting deep into her skin.
The man grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back, so she was facing him. He leaned in close, and with his voice barely above a whisper said, “You are here to learn to be a slave.” He let her go and moved back. “Stand up.” He commanded.
She cringed at his soft but demanding voice as her mind turned in circles. 'A slave,' she questioned herself silently. Remembering what she was told to do, she immediately stood up, legs partially shaking, and slightly losing balance.
“Posture!” he yelled, walking around her, poking her with the handle of a flogger pulled from his belt, five wide leather straps hanging loosely. "Stand straight. Your survival will depend on how well you please men. Flaunt your beauty."
Her eyes followed him as he moved around her, her body tense in his presence. She bit into her lower lip to keep any sound from coming out as she straightened up the best she could with her wobbly legs.
You certainly are a cold fish..." he said, chuckling. His hands pressed rudely on her body, moving over her curves, examining. "No matter, we'll soon warm you up." His hands left her and he stood facing her. "You have been brought here to be enslaved. The collar on your throat marks you as a slave. You are property, something to be owned, possessed by any man that may want you. Free men are your masters, and you will address them as such, do you understand?" he asked.
She looked down to see the collar the best she could taking in this new information. She still didn't quite understand, but she decided to not give that away. Hesitantly and quietly she said, "Yes, Master."
“You will obey every command given to you instantly. You will be trained how to walk, how to lay, how to kneel and how to stand, so as to be as pleasing, as alluring, as provocative to men as possible for a slave must always be pleasing to her master, or she may be beaten, sold or worse,” he explained, continuing to circle her, like a cat toying with its prey. "The will of the master is all. Where you sleep, when and what you eat, what you wear; all is controlled by him and may be denied or allowed at his whim. So you can see that it is in your best interest to make sure he is not displeased with you, yes?" he asked, smiling, his face becoming almost soft, caring.
She nodded her head her eyes going back to the ground, watching his feet as he moved around her. Too much was being told to her at one time, spinning around in her head still trying to figure out why it was her that had been brought here. Her face held hardly any emotion, but her bluish gray eyes spoke for her, the confusion and fear lacing from them.
The man stepped back and jerked the hand holding the flogger causing the blades to snap loudly as they split the air. "Kneel," he ordered. "Back straight, head down, arms out in front of you, wrists crossed."
Her whole body tensed and jumped at the loud snap as her eyes squeezed shut. Her mind officially was not registering anything. She kept willing to wake up thinking it all just to be a bad nightmare, but it was too real to be one. Her arms went up around her small frame and she crossed them hugging them close to her body.
The man laughed, and the sound echoed through the room. "You must have guessed what was coming. A slave holding her arms like that and kneeling with her head to the floor is said to be 'kneeling to the whip'. It is the position a slave takes when she is to be lashed." Hissing, he spoke, "Kneel as I instructed or be whipped. I allow you to choose this one time."
Slowly lowering herself to the floor, the young woman unwrapped her arms from around herself. Her knees touched the ground and she leaned back on her heels. She remembered him saying something about putting her palms on her legs facing down, so she did. She forced herself to keep looking down and not watch what he was doing.
He chuckled to himself. "Not what I instructed, but it will do. I should not expect perfection from one so new to her collar," he said a hint of contempt in his voice. The handle of the flogger touched the tip of her chin, lifting it. He stared into her eyes, his own cold. "But you would do well to pay closer attention. It will be less painful for you." He stood over her imperiously. "You have had a taste of what it is to be at the mercy of men. It is enough for today. You will be caged for the night, watered and fed. Tomorrow we will begin again."
The slave, still looking at the floor not wanting to stare into the face of her captor, shook her head no. Her body was slightly shaking not only from the fear of the man in front of her and wondering how she got there but also from the cold biting deep into her skin.
The man grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back, so she was facing him. He leaned in close, and with his voice barely above a whisper said, “You are here to learn to be a slave.” He let her go and moved back. “Stand up.” He commanded.
She cringed at his soft but demanding voice as her mind turned in circles. 'A slave,' she questioned herself silently. Remembering what she was told to do, she immediately stood up, legs partially shaking, and slightly losing balance.
“Posture!” he yelled, walking around her, poking her with the handle of a flogger pulled from his belt, five wide leather straps hanging loosely. "Stand straight. Your survival will depend on how well you please men. Flaunt your beauty."
Her eyes followed him as he moved around her, her body tense in his presence. She bit into her lower lip to keep any sound from coming out as she straightened up the best she could with her wobbly legs.
You certainly are a cold fish..." he said, chuckling. His hands pressed rudely on her body, moving over her curves, examining. "No matter, we'll soon warm you up." His hands left her and he stood facing her. "You have been brought here to be enslaved. The collar on your throat marks you as a slave. You are property, something to be owned, possessed by any man that may want you. Free men are your masters, and you will address them as such, do you understand?" he asked.
She looked down to see the collar the best she could taking in this new information. She still didn't quite understand, but she decided to not give that away. Hesitantly and quietly she said, "Yes, Master."
“You will obey every command given to you instantly. You will be trained how to walk, how to lay, how to kneel and how to stand, so as to be as pleasing, as alluring, as provocative to men as possible for a slave must always be pleasing to her master, or she may be beaten, sold or worse,” he explained, continuing to circle her, like a cat toying with its prey. "The will of the master is all. Where you sleep, when and what you eat, what you wear; all is controlled by him and may be denied or allowed at his whim. So you can see that it is in your best interest to make sure he is not displeased with you, yes?" he asked, smiling, his face becoming almost soft, caring.
She nodded her head her eyes going back to the ground, watching his feet as he moved around her. Too much was being told to her at one time, spinning around in her head still trying to figure out why it was her that had been brought here. Her face held hardly any emotion, but her bluish gray eyes spoke for her, the confusion and fear lacing from them.
The man stepped back and jerked the hand holding the flogger causing the blades to snap loudly as they split the air. "Kneel," he ordered. "Back straight, head down, arms out in front of you, wrists crossed."
Her whole body tensed and jumped at the loud snap as her eyes squeezed shut. Her mind officially was not registering anything. She kept willing to wake up thinking it all just to be a bad nightmare, but it was too real to be one. Her arms went up around her small frame and she crossed them hugging them close to her body.
The man laughed, and the sound echoed through the room. "You must have guessed what was coming. A slave holding her arms like that and kneeling with her head to the floor is said to be 'kneeling to the whip'. It is the position a slave takes when she is to be lashed." Hissing, he spoke, "Kneel as I instructed or be whipped. I allow you to choose this one time."
Slowly lowering herself to the floor, the young woman unwrapped her arms from around herself. Her knees touched the ground and she leaned back on her heels. She remembered him saying something about putting her palms on her legs facing down, so she did. She forced herself to keep looking down and not watch what he was doing.
He chuckled to himself. "Not what I instructed, but it will do. I should not expect perfection from one so new to her collar," he said a hint of contempt in his voice. The handle of the flogger touched the tip of her chin, lifting it. He stared into her eyes, his own cold. "But you would do well to pay closer attention. It will be less painful for you." He stood over her imperiously. "You have had a taste of what it is to be at the mercy of men. It is enough for today. You will be caged for the night, watered and fed. Tomorrow we will begin again."