Chapter 7. Training in Love
Mandy was taken back to her room by the guards. She was in extreme
discomfort and had great difficulty walking. The guards were firm but they were
also gentle as they held her arms, letting her take one step at a time. When she
reached her room there was a hospital tray by the bed, and there were several
pillows against the headboard. Jaffa was there and he helped her to lie down.
Then he moved the tray by her side, and produced a platter of food and water,
saying that she must be hungry. He and the guards then left, closing the door
behind them.
Mandy ate slowly. She was exhausted and in pain, but also very hungry. She
ate everything on her tray, and then moved her head back and fell asleep. Just
before drifting off, she remembered that no-one had washed her face.
Quite some time later, Mandy began to awake. She kept her eyes closed,
feeling her surroundings. The pillows were still on her bed, and more important,
she could not feel any cuffs. She opened one eye to be sure, looking at her
wrist near her face. No cuffs. She closed her eyes again, feeling good. While
the pain in her crotch would have made it very diccult for her to stand, let
alone run away, she knew this was a reward for her behavior. She had pleased her
Master, and he was being nice to her.
She smelled her Master's pipe, suddenly, and opened her eyes. There he was
again, sitting in the chair, watching her. "Good morning." he said, smiling at
her. He was fully dressed. His face was faintly amused, but not open or warm. He
was watching her, to see what she would do.
Mandy moved her legs and found that she could bear the pain if she kept
them apart slightly. She rolled toward her Master, sliding out of bed headfirst
like a snake towards him. On hands and knees, breasts lightly touching the
floor, she crawled towards him, stopping when she reached his feet. She looked
up at him, past his knees. "Oh Master," she said. "Tell me how I may please you.
Tell me what to do to."
Dominic, amazed again, stood up. Mandy's head was down between his knees,
and with her breasts hanging out of sight he could see what a lovely slender
body she had. Her waist was very thin, and spread in glorious curves to her hips
and ass.
Slowly, saying nothing, he removed his belt. Swinging it above his head he
brought it down sharply against her right ass cheek. "Whack!" Mandy jerked
forward, her shoulders hitting his shins, her legs straightening out behind her.
"Thwack!" The belt fell again on her other cheek. Mandy cried out as the belt
fell once more on the right. Then Dominic felt Mandy's hands reach and grab his
calves. Steadying herself, she moved her knees forward and, incredibly, started
to arch her back. Her ass was now thrust up in the air, her knees about a foot
apart. The blows continued to fall on each cheek, and the room filled with
Mandy's soft sobs and cries and the much sharper sounds of leather hitting
flesh.
Dominic stopped. He had been careful not to hit Mandy between her legs,
but her ass was now bright red. He dropped his belt on the chair and reached
down to grab her under the shoulders and stand her up. Mandy collapsed against
him, pushing her breasts against his chest. Dominic wrapped his arms around her
and carried her back to the bed, laying her down gently on her back. Mandy
inhaled sharply as her ass touched the sheet, but lay back obediently.
"Your task for today is to rest and get better." said Dominic. He went to
the dressing table and returned with the salve. Mandy spread her legs for him,
and he very gently parted her lips to apply the soothing cream. Looking up, he
said: "Mandy, what you have accomplished in so short a time is incredible."
Mandy was thrilled - it was the first time he had used her name. "Thank
you, Master", she said.
"You will meet me for dinner again tonight. Given your condition, I think
it best that we meet here, in your room. You will eat in bed and I will eat
beside you." He finished with the salve and looked into her eyes again. "I am
looking forward to it.", he said simply. Then, picking up his belt, he left the
room.
The next few days for Mandy resolved into a pattern of sleep, loneliness
in her room, and time with her Master. To begin she spent most of her days in
bed, but as the week wore on she would spend more time on her feet, entertaining
herself as best she could with books and music. She was fed in the morning by
Jaffa, and in the evening her Master would visit for several hours and they
would eat, talk and laugh together. He never beat her, though she was always
naked, apart from her thigh straps. Her Master did not say when they would come
off.
During this week he would always inspect her clitoris just before dinner,
applying as much salve as he thought necessary. Then she would sit up, and they
would begin to eat the wonderful meals Jaffa would serve. Mandy enjoyed these
dinners immensely - her whole day seemed to be a slow preparation for the moment
when her Master would step through the door. After the first day she would
shower before each dinner, taking a long time to be sure her hair and skin
looked perfect for him. After he left, she would begin waiting for him
immediately.
A full week later they had finished dinner and Dominic said that he wanted
to inspect her clitoris again. Mandy lay back on the bed, spreading her legs,
and Dominic looked at it closely. He then closed her labia gently and gave her
vagina an affectionate pat, pronouncing it well on the way to recovery.
"I have a present for you," he said. He produced a small box and handed it
to Mandy on the bed. She opened it, a pleased look on her face, and pulled up a
tiny pair of panties. They were little more than two loops of string attached to
a lovely white lace triangle of cloth. Mandy quickly asked if she could put them
on, and at his nod stood up to do so.
Dominic said: "Starting tomorrow you will be allowed some freedoms during
the day. This is for you to wear while you are outside of your bedroom, in the
presence of Jaffa or the guards."
Mandy looked at herself in the mirror. A small white lacy triangle now
covered her pubic hair. Strings rose from each side to go over her hips, joining
in the back where another string ran down the crack of her ass. It was hardly
much protection, but Mandy was very grateful that she would be allowed even this
amount of modesty before the guards.
Still sitting on the bed, Dominic said: "As you may have noticed, I have
instructed the guards and Jaffa to be gentle with you. However, you are not to
initiate any conversations with them. They will have instructions each day as to
your activities, and they will ensure you carry them out. Some of those
activities will involve further training on your part, but that training will be
offered by me only. So you will once again be seeing me during the day. When you
are returned to your room, you will have one hour to prepare for dinner."
"Thank you, Master" was all Mandy said.
"Come. Stand in front of me," said Dominic. He was sitting in his chair.
Mandy moved in between his knees, her breasts at the level of his face.
"Turn around." Mandy turned, her round ass now facing him. She looked
ahead.
"Move forward and spread your legs."
Mandy complied, spreading her legs widely.
"Now bend over." Mandy bent, her ass cheeks separating to become two round
hemispheres split by a soft white lacy cord.
Dominic placed his finger past the string against the rosebud of her
asshole, pressing gently. "You still have much to learn, little one. Tomorrow we
will begin your training anew." His finger began to push, and Mandy pushed back
against him. "I am expecting great things of you," Dominic continued. "I expect
your full cooperation at all times. You may find yourself severely tested once
again, and the whip will never be far away."
He pushed hard, suddenly, and his finger thrust into her rectum. "Do you
think we will again need to use the whip on your clitoris, Mandy?"
"A-ahh! No Master! I hope not, Master!"
"You will find, Little One, that punishments are never very far away." His
finger was moving deeper, and wiggling back and forth inside her. "Your Master
enjoys punishing you. He likes to see your breasts, especially, bearing the
marks of the whip. This reminds him constantly that those breasts are under his
command. Are those breasts under his command, Mandy?"
"Yes! A-ahh, yes Master!" Mandy was struggling now to keep her balance as
Dominic's finger pushed into her rectum. She could feel it deep inside her,
moving back and forth.
"And your asshole, and your cunt, Mandy. Is your cunt under his command?"
Mandy had never heard him use the word before. She didn't like it, but she
said again "Yes Master!"
"And you will learn your lessons well, won't you Mandy. You will learn to
use your breasts, and your lips, and your cunt, and your asshole, to give your
Master pleasure?"
"Yes, Master, I will learn!"
"And if he tells you that it will give him pleasure to torture your ass,
or your breasts, or your cunt - what will you do?"
"Oh, Master!" said Mandy, feeling the pain and the humiliation of her
position but knowing so well the answers that would please her Master. "I will
take the pain for my Master! I will offer up my breasts, and my ass and my cunt
to my Master! I want to please him so much!"
Dominic wrapped his other arm around the front of her thighs, and drove
his finger all the way in, wiggling it slowly. Then he pulled it out, watching
her pink asshole stretch and release it. He stood up, and moved around to
Mandy's front. Lifting her chin, he looked into her eyes. "See you tomorrow," he
said, and turned to go.
Mandy breathed a long sigh, and wondered if she had permission to leave
her position. At the door, Dominic turned, and looked at his captive. Bent over
toward him, legs spread, tits dangling, she looked up at him, waiting for
permission to move. "At ease," he said finally, and left.
* * *
The next morning Jaffa brought her breakfast as if nothing had changed. As
he left, however, he said that he would be back in one half hour to get her.
Mandy ate quickly, showered, and was ready in her briefs when he returned. He
motioned for her to come with him, and she walked in front of him down the
corridor to a room she had not yet seen. Jaffa opened the door for her, and as
she stepped inside she saw it was a gymnasium, complete with mirror and dancer's
bar against one wall. She gasped in pleasure. She would be allowed to dance!
Jaffa pointed out the music controls, and explained to her how the various
weight machines in the corner worked. He then left her, saying that he would
return in two hours and that the Master had instructed she start up a serious
training and dancing routine. She would be allowed in here every day for two
hours, assuming the Master had no reason to be displeased with her, and that she
should not abuse this privilege.
Mandy fairly skipped her way around the room when he left, inspecting the
weight machines and looking through all the music. Finally she settled on a
classical piece, sat down to tie on a pair of toe shoes that were waiting for
her by the mat, and started warming up against the bar.
Some time later Jaffa carried a tea tray down the hall and into the
Master's office. Inside he found Dominic at his desk watching Mandy go through
her exercises on the screen. Mandy was standing directly in front of the camera,
on the other side of the mirror. She stretched and bent, working out the
stiffness in her muscles. Her breasts would roll from side to side on her chest
as she arched back, and dangle enticingly as she leaned forward. The muscles in
her legs and buttocks clenched and relaxed repeatedly as she rose again and
again on her toes.
Jaffa placed the tea tray on the table, and turned to watch the screen.
"You are being very lenient with this girl," he said.
"I know," said Dominic. "I'm not quite sure why."
Jaffa said nothing at first, contemplating the girl on the screen. Then
turned and looked at his employer. After a moment he spoke again: "I see nothing
wrong with it so far, Sir."
"Dominic looked at him. "Thank you, Jaffa," he said. "I have always
trusted your experience."
"You're welcome, sir." Jaffa looked at the screen briefly, then turned and
left.
Dominic turned his attention once more to the girl on the screen and for a
while was deep in thought. Then he turned to his desk and took care of his
business affairs. Soon, however, he was watching the screen again. Mandy had one
leg up on the bar, her other one straight down, toes pointed. She was stretching
- bending forward to grasp her ankle with both hands, her head touching her
knee, her breasts hanging on either side of her thigh. They looked massive
resting there against her thigh, and moved delightfully as she rose and fell on
her toes.
What was the problem? Dominic struggled with himself. He had trained many
slaves. Many had fallen in love with him - none so quickly perhaps, but this was
nothing new. He knew exactly how to proceed. He would continue the training,
introducing new techniques quickly, exploiting her willingness to learn. Then he
would force her to use all of them - the most humiliating and debasing in
particular - on other men. He would watch, whip in hand, to ensure they were
carried out with utmost sincerity.
Dominic looked at his computer screen. He already had expressions of
interest from several buyers, none of whom had even seen the latest offering.
With the push of a button he could distribute edited films of her training
sessions to many more potential customers. He knew that the response would be
unprecedented. This girl was outstanding - likely to be worth many millions in
only a few more months. His fingers hovered over the keyboard.
* * *
After some time the screen showed Jaffa entering the gym and ushering
Mandy back to her room, where she was given an hour to shower and rest. Then
Jaffa appeared again, and led her into another room. This one was long and thin,
and held a stage at one end. On it was a grand piano. Mandy gasped again in
pleasure. She was left again, for another two hours, under instructions to
practice and improve her technique in the event that the Master would wish her
to play for him. She happily complied, thrilling to feel of the keys and the
wonderful acoustics of the concert hall. She could not get used to the idea that
Donnini had played here, on the very piano she was seated at.
When Jaffa appeared again it was mid afternoon. Mandy was not ushered back
to her room this time, but instead was taken past it, and down the hall. With a
start, she realized she was being taken once again to the training room. She
felt a knot of fear rising in her throat as they approached the door, but it was
tempered with the knowledge that she would soon be seeing her Master once again.
Jaffa stood beside her as the door opened. Dominic was inside, sitting in
a wooden chair, dressed in his gown. There was nothing else in the room. Mandy
fell to her knees in the doorway, and then started to crawl towards Dominic on
knees and elbows, her back arched to thrust her ass in the air, and her breasts
touching the carpet. She looked up at him as she crawled, hoping for signs of
approval.
Dominic watched her approach, marveling at how her breasts formed a smooth
cleavage right to the floor underneath her. "Stop," he said. "Remove your
thong."
Mandy complied, rising on her knees to balance herself, and lifting one
knee at a time to remove it completely. Then she lay her head back down between
her Master's feet, leaving her arms out behind her, palms up, ass still high in
the air.
"Turn over. Lie on your back, and spread your legs."
Mandy complied again, rising to her knees, looking at him, and then
leaning over backwards to lie on her back, knees up, legs spread.
Dominic then told her to open herself. With two hands, Mandy reached down
to her vagina, pulling the labia apart and exposing the pink flesh. Dominic rose
up and removed his robe, revealing his erection. Without a word, he knelt
between her legs and entered her. Mandy continued to hold herself open as he
slowly thrust into her. She lubricated quickly. It was the first time he had
entered her vagina since the rape on the first day. Dominic watched her intently
as he pleasured himself, exploring the depths of her vagina, withdrawing, and
entering again.
Then, suddenly, he pulled out and stood up, his cock harder now, bobbing
in the air. Mandy stayed on the floor, her hands still venting herself. "On your
knees," said Dominic.
Mandy rose to her knees, and took his member into her mouth. She wrapped
her lips around it, moving her tongue over the underside, trying to find the
parts she thought would be most sensitive. Dominic thrust deeper, again taking
his time. He kept his hands on his hips, telling Mandy only with his thrusts
that he wanted the back of her throat. He found it, pressing hard and watching
Mandy's struggles. Tears came to her eyes as she started to gag.
"Look at me." said Dominic, and Mandy looked up, eyes brimming. Dominic
probed her mouth slowly. Finally he withdrew and Mandy could not help but focus
on the glistening cock bobbing above her face.
"Ass up," said Dominic. Mandy turned to face away from him, falling
forward onto her elbows, and arched her back. Her knees were about a foot apart,
her ass cheeks were separated just enough for Dominic to see his next target.
"Place your hands behind your back." said Dominic, and Mandy struggled to
comply, her face and shoulders now pressed into the carpet, her face to one side
and her breasts squeezing out on either side of her thin torso.
"Now reach back and open yourself." Mandy again complied, her hands
reaching back to hold her ass cheeks and spread them widely.
Dominic aimed his glistening erection at Mandy's pink rectum. "Take the
middle fingers of each hand and insert them. Spread your asshole for me." Mandy
shifted the grip of her hands on her ass cheeks to comply. Keeping them spread,
she found her asshole with her two middle fingers, and forced them in. Then,
hooking the sphincter muscle, she pulled it apart to form a small dark hole.
Dominic placed the end of his cock at the opening, and thrust in, telling her to
remover her fingers as he pushed. He slid in smoothly, and began to pump slowly
inside her again.
Mandy, her face and breasts squashed to the floor, could feel him deep
inside her. She knew what was happening. Dominic was re-enacting her rape. He
was making her do voluntarily what he had forced her to do the first night when
he had attacked her. And she was doing it. Her ass was moving under his thrusts,
she was pushing back and holding her cheeks apart for him. She was complying
because she wanted him to be pleased with her.
Dominic stopped suddenly, pulling out of her rectum with a wet pop. Mandy
retained her position, cheeks spread. Dominic stood, and told her to stand in
front of him. He placed his hands on the side of her breasts, lifting them
slightly, and looked directly into her eyes. "Do you understand what has just
happened?" he said.
"Yes, Master," said Mandy, looking up at him. "I understand." She was
happy to say it, and Dominic saw this in her eyes. "Good," he said. "Now your
training can begin."
* * *
Mandy's routine continued for several weeks. Every day she would exercise
and dance, and then after a shower she would be allowed to play the piano. Then
she would be ushered to the training room where Dominic would instruct her in
the ways she could use her body to please him. Afterwards she would shower and
prepare for dinner. At dinner, she and Dominic would talk and laugh, and then he
would take her back to her room. Mandy enjoyed every part of her day.
To say that Dominic trained Mandy would be to miss the point. Mandy taught
herself. She would constantly be improvising on Dominic's instructions, doing
even more than he asked, displaying herself in even more lewd and humiliating
positions, focusing her entire attention on his reactions as she used her
tongue, her breasts, her vagina and her rectum to give him pleasure.
She learned to bring him to the edge of orgasm and with a look into his
eyes discover whether he wanted it prolonged or consummated. She did not tease -
Dominic had only to react sharply at her first attempt to stop that forever. She
was his fantasy - an extension of his mind. She read his thoughts and complied
with his wishes. Sometimes he would look at her with a fixed expression, and
Mandy would know it was up to her to discover or choose the technique that would
please him most. At others, with only a few words she would know how to begin,
and he would guide her with the lightest touch on her face, or the softest of
groans.
She learned that sometimes he did not want to be brought to orgasm, but
just kept in a pleasant state of arousal for long periods. She would walk with
him out of the training room, her hands holding his penis and balls, caressing
him gently and looking up at his face. When he stopped she would fall to her
knees, nuzzling his crotch and trying to catch his bobbing penis with her
tongue. Other times she would perform dances for him. She would practice in the
day for the occasion, dreaming up new ways to move and display herself.
She learned that Dominic enjoyed the sight of his own erect penis, and
even more the sight of his semen spurting out and onto her face or breasts.
Dominic would often let her excite him with her mouth, but withdraw just before
orgasm. Mandy loved this moment. She would sink down before him, spreading her
knees onto the floor and arching her back to display her breasts. Then she would
bring her excited and happy face to his penis from below. With the tip of her
tongue firmly licking the most sensitive spot on the underside she would gently
cradle his balls and move her other hand along the moistened shaft. Sometimes
she would reach between his legs and enter his anus with a finger, swirling it
gently around as his orgasm built.
Sometimes her Master would want to hold himself as he came. Mandy would
arch her back further and support her breasts from underneath, to display
herself for her Master's pleasure. She would look up at him happily as he came
in great globs, covering her face and hair with sticky white cum. She would wear
these signs of his passion proudly, letting it flow naturally down her face and
neck. Often he would let it dry in place before giving her permission to wash.
Sometimes he would let her watch the tapes with him. She would observe the
screen, hands caressing him, and he would comment on where a particular spurt
had landed, or on how fine the head of his cock looked against the backdrop of
her obedient face. At times they would stop the playback and analyze her
performance. She would ask whether he had been pleased by her behavior. Did he
like the way she had kept her eyes open and fixed on his just then? Or should
she have focused on the head of his cock? Perhaps she should have held her mouth
open in a larger smile as the tip of her tongue caressed him.
He was always most interested in her breasts, and she devised new ways to
use them to please him. With Dominic in a chair, she would stand in front of him
with her legs spread wide and she would lean forward so that her breasts hung
down. Then, placing her hands behind her back and pulling back her shoulders,
she would begin to shake and swing her breasts for him. As they bobbled and
swished, he would reach up and slap them from the sides, the sounds ringing out
sharply throughout the room. Sometimes he would grab her nipples and order her
to continue shaking, so that the flesh would jiggle against his hands.
Other times he would make her kneel, legs spread, in front of his chair
with her hands behind her neck. She would have to arch her back while he slapped
her breasts with an open hand. Dominic found that he could get the loudest and
most pleasing sounds if he hit her breasts from below and slightly to the side.
Her breasts would respond by jerking upwards to hit her chin, and then fall in a
complex gooshing jiggle that proved endlessly fascinating, in practice and in
playback. For long periods they would not speak, the only sounds being the loud
slaps of hand on breast and Mandy's soft cries. Dominic's breathing would grow
heavier, and his erection painfully large as he slapped harder and harder.
Usually in these sessions Mandy would finish him with her breasts, still
kneeling in front of him. She would envelop him in softness, the tip of his cock
emerging between the two mounds of round flesh, red and tingling from their
punishments. She would bend her head down to circle the rim with her tongue, and
run the tip back and forth across the underside. When he came, his white cum
would spurt upwards like a little fountain to hit Mandy on the lips and tongue,
and then dribble back down over his penis and gather in pools in her cleavage.
Dominic insisted that her breasts be marked by the whip at all times.
Mandy knew this was a symbol of his power. He was aroused by her breasts, and he
insisted that they be entirely his, to abuse if he chose. Mandy offered her
breasts firmly and proudly to the whip, her reward the sight of his stiffening
cock and the lust she saw in his eyes. Dominic decided to mark her ass as well,
which he did with a larger whip that left long red weals on her skin. She would
wear them proudly as she walked down the halls in front of Jaffa.
Dominic seldom had any real excuse to punish Mandy, but many times he
would do it simply for his own pleasure. The first time he explained beforehand
that he wanted to see her struggle and cry because he would find this exciting.
She was not to fake any of her expressions, but she was to abandon herself
sincerely to the experience of pain.
Dominic began by showing her a piece of cotton and a jar full of a
transparent liquid. He was sitting and Mandy was on her knees in front of him.
He explained that the liquid was similar to the alkaloid that the doctor had
used during her examination, and would be very irritating and painful when it
was applied to her skin. Then he put a rubber glove onto his right hand, and
asked her to please lie over his knees. Mandy rose, and positioned herself over
his lap, her legs straight behind her, hands on the floor. He asked her to reach
back and part her ass cheeks. As she did so, Dominic dipped the cotton into the
jar, and then placed the jar carefully to one side. Putting his free hand on her
back he then forced the cotton deep into her anus with his thumb. Then he told
her to remove her hands and place them behind her neck. As she complied, he held
her ass cheeks together with both hands.
The pain in Mandy's bowels began slowly, as a tickle, and then an
irritation. It grew, and as Dominic watched, Mandy began to roll on his thighs,
her back arching, and her legs kicking. He used his left hand on her back to
hold her down. She started to make noises, yelping and crying as the pain built
further. Her breasts started to swing. Then Dominic, still holding her with his
left hand, began to spank her.
Dominic was in heaven. He loved the sight and feel of the screaming girl,
ass up for spanks, breasts flapping wildly. His hand fell again and again. He
looked up into the mirror, seeing Mandy's contorted face and her breasts from a
better angle. Mandy's struggles became quite uncontrollable, and Dominic
thrilled at the sight and feel of this naked girl squirming on his lap. His dark
side was hungry. He stood up, dumping Mandy onto the floor. "Ass up!" he
ordered.
Mandy, barely hearing him, struggled into position, her hips and rectum
pulsing. Dominic reached for a condom, slipping it on quickly. Then he plunged
into her ass, forcing her flat onto her stomach, and pumped inside her. He
grasped her breasts from behind, squeezing them brutally. Once again he reveled
in the violence of an anal rape. Afterwards he had Mandy suck his cum from the
condom and hold it in her open mouth for him to see until he gave her permission
to swallow.
Even after days like this, Dominic was always polite and civilized at
dinner. He would meet Mandy at the door and usher her gently to her seat and sit
her down. The conversation was always warm and polite, although Mandy knew there
were topics that could not be raised. They spoke of music, art, and philosophy,
and they found much in common.
Dominic enjoyed leaving different articles of clothing for her to wear at
dinner. He said he liked the contrast between the conversation and the display
of her body. Once, when she opened the closet, she found only two red ribbons
draped over the bar. She tied each around one of her breasts, leaving big red
bows on the top. Then, naked but for her bows, she dined in elegant candlelight
with her Master. Another time she found the blue silk dress hanging there once
again, but this time with a roll of inch thick masking tape. She used the tape
to wrap her breasts tightly around the base so that they stood out like tight
round balls. The balls peeked lewdly out of her bodice throughout dinner, slowly
turning a darker shade of red that contrasted with the blue of her dress.
After dinner, wine and conversation, Dominic would take Mandy back to her
room and see her into bed. Sometimes he would stay for a while, looking down at
her naked on the bed. One night he stood there and asked Mandy to open her legs.
When she did so, he sat beside her and reached down to her vagina. Opening her
labia, he found her clitoris and began to caress it gently, moving in circles.
Mandy lay there looking up at him. Dominic moved his lips down to touch hers
softly and began to probe her mouth gently with his tongue. Mandy's whole body
relaxed with the kiss as waves of pleasure ran through her. Dominic continued,
feeling her reactions, slowing down at times, controlling her feelings. Then, as
Mandy approached her first climax, he kissed her deeper still.
Mandy melted with pleasure beneath him. Nothing in life had prepared her
for an experience so intense or so satisfying. She lay there helpless, happy and
tingling with pleasure.
After that Mandy would sometimes orgasm during their afternoon training
sessions. Dominic took no notice. "A slaves orgasms do not matter," he said
once. "Only the Master's pleasure." But a door had been opened, and Dominic
would soon have to move to close it.
Next chapter - A Setback
