Bought and Trained(8)

By: Emily Tilton






Chapter Four





Rose was developing right on schedule. These first forty-eight hours were crucial, but the Institute’s philosophy was that they should serve as a kind of mini-course in submission. Nothing was to be too severe or discussed in too much depth, but the girl’s fantasies were to be brought before her and she was to be made to feel that her trainers, and then later her owner, would know how to take her in hand entirely. Rose was new, but she had to be made to feel that she was just as completely owned as a concubine who had been in her owner’s possession for a year or more.

As Rose’s muscles relaxed after her orgasm, Leo patted her bottom gently. “You did very well, sweetheart,” he said. “Did you like your reward?”

“Yes, Master,” Rose said weakly.

“That’s the kind of thing that will happen when you’re a good girl,” Leo said. “It will happen here, and it will happen at the Institute, and then it will happen with your owner. Do you think you’re ready to be a good girl, now, and come have some water?”

“Yes, Master,” Rose said.

“Very well,” Leo replied.

He untied her wrists and ankles from the chair, and helped her to her feet. She looked up into his eyes, clearly unsure of what she was supposed to say to him, or whether she was supposed to say anything at all. Leo knew that a part of her mind was now racing to catch up with events. That was the part that could be expected to attempt to find some way to escape. One of his most important tasks was to make sure that voice of flight never got so loud inside her mind that she did something foolish that might hurt her, to try to get away from him. Leo’s job was to walk the line between her consent and her pleasure, to let her feel for the very first time how much her wanton nature yearned to be made the instrument of a master’s lust.

“In general, Rose,” Leo said, kindly, “you are not to speak unless you are addressed directly. The exception to that rule is expressions of gratitude. You may thank me for untying you.”

“Thank you, Master,” Rose whispered.

He took her hand, led her to the sink in the kitchen, and filled a glass of water from the tap. He was fairly sure of what would happen next, so when he handed the glass to Rose, he didn’t take his eyes off her. That was when he realized she was crafty, as she waited until he pretended to look away, with the full intention of looking back instantly, to do what he had been expecting: she threw the glass at him. Sometimes it was the glass, sometimes it was just the water, but the ones who threw the glass were his favorites. Most of the time, like now, he was actually able to catch the glass, as the girl went running past to try to open the door. Leo put the glass down, and took the three steps necessary to grab Rose, who was screaming bloody murder. She only screamed for the tiniest of moments, though, before Leo’s right hand was once again across her mouth.

“Think, Rose,” he murmured into her ear. “Do you really want to be gagged again?”

Rose sobbed, and shook her head.

“Will you be quiet, then, sweetheart?”

She nodded, and he removed his hand from her mouth.

He put his arm around her shoulders, as if in a friendly way, and led her, hesitating only a little bit in the knowledge of her necessity, back to the living room. “I’m going to show you what you just earned, Rose,” Leo said. “You’re going to be frightened, and that’s exactly the way I want it. Look at my bag, Rose. Do you see the outside pocket with the zipper?”

“Yes,” Rose said, in a mousy kind of whisper.

“I want you to go over to the bag, and open up that pocket and take out what’s inside.”

Rose shook her head violently.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Leo said, “I know how hard it is. But I promise you that if you don’t do as you’re told, you have much, much worse coming.”

With a little sob, Rose took the two steps to the bag and knelt on the floor. Leo watched her unzip the pocket that had the anal punisher in it. He pulled his phone from a pocket in his shirt, flipped the camera on, trained it at Rose, and started the video. This was the kind of thing that an owner would always be grateful for, as well as being a staple of training.

As if on cue, when Rose reached her hand into the pocket, she gasped, and pulled her hand out again as if she had been stung by a scorpion. Her cheeks flushed crimson.

“What is it?” she asked, turning to him, with a pleading look in her eyes.

She saw that he was taking a video, and she said, “Oh… no… please…”

“Your owner is going to enjoy this video very much, Rose,” Leo said. “If you haven’t already figured it out, it’s your owner’s pleasure that I’m concerned with.”