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reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, opening it and spreading it flat on the ground. “For stage one of your training, I’ve typed up ten basic rules for you to memorize. These will be your commandments. Any time you transgress, you will be severely punished. We’ll spend as long as it takes until you can obey all of these rules, to the letter, without fail.”
He handed her the piece of paper. “I’ve got some work to do. I’ll give you an hour to memorize the rules and then we’ll have a little quiz.” He pointed to the cage. “Go on, back inside.”
“No!” Jessie blurted, despite her promise to herself to stay quiet. “Please, sir, please. Don’t make me go back in there. My whole body aches. Can I just stay out here? I’ll be good, I promise.”
She watched him look slowly around the room. It was filled with all kinds of things that could, she knew, be used as weapons—canes, paddles and whips, not to mention a set of knives she used as props during shoots where she did role play and pretended to seduce innocent young men at knife point. These were hidden in a drawer, but knowing Eric, he’d already been snooping down here during the prior week, and knew all about them.
He shook his head. “Oh dear. Someone just spoke out of turn. That’s a punishment already, and the day’s only just begun.” Jessie clenched her fists, aching to sock him in the jaw. “But that can wait,” he went on, “until after you’ve memorized the rules for me.”
He pointed again toward the cage. “Now go on, scoot back in there. You’ll be fine. It’s either the cage, or I’ll bind you hand and foot—hogtie you like a little pig, would you prefer that?” He was grinning, but she could hear the steel in his voice, and knew he wouldn’t yield.
Biting back a sigh, she said, “No, sir,” and crawled back into the miserable little cage. He lowered the panel and replaced the padlock. She hadn't even been allowed to pee or brush her teeth, but she didn’t dare complain, afraid she’d rack up another punishment, whatever it might be.
“Don’t forget this.” Eric thrust the piece of paper through the bars. “You have one hour. See you then.”
She waited until he’d gone and then picked up the piece of paper and started to read.
Rule One: A slave girl always answers a direct question.
Rule Two: A slave girl always addresses her master with respect, referring to him either as Master or Sir.
Rule Three: A slave girl only speaks when spoken to.
Rule Four: A slave girl never protests or says no to her master.
Rule Five: A slave girl obeys all orders without hesitation.
Rule Six: A slave girl never sits on furniture without permission and always kneels at attention when her master enters the room, unless she is otherwise constrained.
Rule Seven: A slave girl never engages in any bodily function without permission, including but not limited to: use of bathroom, eating, drinking, masturbating.
Rule Eight: A slave girl never looks her master directly in his face. Her eyes need to be at cock level or lower, unless she is expressly ordered otherwise.
Rule Nine: A slave girl never closes her lips or her legs when her master is present, as that is a sign of disrespect. She is to remain open to him, always.
Rule Ten: Every time a slave girl breaks a rule she will be punished. Her master will decide the form and duration of the punishment.
Jessie found herself crumpling the paper into a tight ball, squeezing it for all she was worth. She was no slave girl , for fuck’s sake! She was a professional Dominatrix. She was the one who made the rules, damn it! How had this happened to her? And how in the world was she going to pretend to be his sub when every nerve and bone in her body was just aching to tear him into pieces?
You can do this, she told herself. You can memorize these stupid words. They mean nothing. It’s just a means to an end, a way to buy time while you figure a
He handed her the piece of paper. “I’ve got some work to do. I’ll give you an hour to memorize the rules and then we’ll have a little quiz.” He pointed to the cage. “Go on, back inside.”
“No!” Jessie blurted, despite her promise to herself to stay quiet. “Please, sir, please. Don’t make me go back in there. My whole body aches. Can I just stay out here? I’ll be good, I promise.”
She watched him look slowly around the room. It was filled with all kinds of things that could, she knew, be used as weapons—canes, paddles and whips, not to mention a set of knives she used as props during shoots where she did role play and pretended to seduce innocent young men at knife point. These were hidden in a drawer, but knowing Eric, he’d already been snooping down here during the prior week, and knew all about them.
He shook his head. “Oh dear. Someone just spoke out of turn. That’s a punishment already, and the day’s only just begun.” Jessie clenched her fists, aching to sock him in the jaw. “But that can wait,” he went on, “until after you’ve memorized the rules for me.”
He pointed again toward the cage. “Now go on, scoot back in there. You’ll be fine. It’s either the cage, or I’ll bind you hand and foot—hogtie you like a little pig, would you prefer that?” He was grinning, but she could hear the steel in his voice, and knew he wouldn’t yield.
Biting back a sigh, she said, “No, sir,” and crawled back into the miserable little cage. He lowered the panel and replaced the padlock. She hadn't even been allowed to pee or brush her teeth, but she didn’t dare complain, afraid she’d rack up another punishment, whatever it might be.
“Don’t forget this.” Eric thrust the piece of paper through the bars. “You have one hour. See you then.”
She waited until he’d gone and then picked up the piece of paper and started to read.
Rule One: A slave girl always answers a direct question.
Rule Two: A slave girl always addresses her master with respect, referring to him either as Master or Sir.
Rule Three: A slave girl only speaks when spoken to.
Rule Four: A slave girl never protests or says no to her master.
Rule Five: A slave girl obeys all orders without hesitation.
Rule Six: A slave girl never sits on furniture without permission and always kneels at attention when her master enters the room, unless she is otherwise constrained.
Rule Seven: A slave girl never engages in any bodily function without permission, including but not limited to: use of bathroom, eating, drinking, masturbating.
Rule Eight: A slave girl never looks her master directly in his face. Her eyes need to be at cock level or lower, unless she is expressly ordered otherwise.
Rule Nine: A slave girl never closes her lips or her legs when her master is present, as that is a sign of disrespect. She is to remain open to him, always.
Rule Ten: Every time a slave girl breaks a rule she will be punished. Her master will decide the form and duration of the punishment.
Jessie found herself crumpling the paper into a tight ball, squeezing it for all she was worth. She was no slave girl , for fuck’s sake! She was a professional Dominatrix. She was the one who made the rules, damn it! How had this happened to her? And how in the world was she going to pretend to be his sub when every nerve and bone in her body was just aching to tear him into pieces?
You can do this, she told herself. You can memorize these stupid words. They mean nothing. It’s just a means to an end, a way to buy time while you figure a
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