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Authors: Erica Chilson
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I need to feel safe and in control of my life.”
I feel sick for what she has gone through and I understand her need to be in control again. Even when talking of the attack she is dignified. She exhibits such control that I can feel a twinge of need roll through me. I can see why Marc loves to be nd the will of such strong prey. The payoff is much greater. I don’t want to bend her will , though, I just want her to relax and crack a smile.
“Okay, I will train you. Beware: I will test your limits. I hope you realize that it is impossible to train without sexual implications. You will have to touch and be touched by others.”
“I assumed as much. Do I have a say in whom? If I don’t like the person I don’t want to touch them. I’m okay with it as long I’m not forced to touch someone or that they aren’t forced to touch me.” She draws in a large breath. I don’t think she’ s truly okay with it, but I think she is using it as a way to heal.
“ This is my craft. I can read people without fail. I will know if you’re uncomfortable. I will push you if I think it’s for your own goo d. You can trust me to help you, ” I say confidently and clutch her hand in mine.
A loud knock on the door signals that the rest of our group has arrived.
“Greta, you’re training begins now.” I smile and pat her hand reassuringly before I go to the door.
I open the door to my merry band of misfits and laugh at their expressions. They look at each other trying to figure out why I called them together. I step aside and stand at the head of my room . My personal dungeon used to have a Victorian theme. It looked like a red velvet draped bordello with torture devices bordering the room. It was perfect and exactly how I wanted it.
“Please take a seat at the desk that holds your nameplate.” I smirk.
I watch as they scurry around the room star ing bewilderingly at their name plates. M y outward appearance is that I’m bored, inside I’ m laughing hysterically at how cute they all are. At first I was put off about this situation even though I love to train a good student. Now I’ m excited and giddy at the prospect of having a roomful of students. I may look stern right now, but I’m grinning like an idiot on the inside.
I turn around and write SIR on the chalkboard I had installed. I glance back at my four students sitting so studiously in their assigned seating. I had removed all the comfort items from my room, moved all the toys to the outside walls, and added four desks in a tidy row. I don’ t have a desk or chair. I just stand in front of my chalkboard. I did keep my settee for when the principal comes to take my evaluation. I can’t help the smile that breaks across my face as I envision Devlin’s six-foot seven-inch frame on the delicate sofa. I fit o n it just fine.
“I’m sure you’ re all wondering why I called you all here. I will explain and then introduce you all to the other students.” The three people who know me better than anyone look to me as if I’ve lost my mind. Greta stares at them.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that. Trust me, the introductions are important.” I stare them down and they submit- well, mostly.
“I know you’ve all been to see the man you’ve dubbed as the Devil. He’ s here for his own reason that I cannot divest. Please respect him to his face and try to behind his back. He’s a decent man. Devlin and our Master trained together under the same Master. You wouldn’t like it if someone dissed your fellow Masters, so try to show some respect. But we did co me up with a plan to satisfy other issues with our Chapter here at Restraint. We ne ed more training, we need more T rainers, both dominants and submissives, and we need t rained s ubmissives. So that is where you all come in to play. Tobias,” I extend my hand to the man and he immediatel y complies.
“Firstly, when we’ re in this room or on field trips,” I hear a few snickers at that . “You all
I feel sick for what she has gone through and I understand her need to be in control again. Even when talking of the attack she is dignified. She exhibits such control that I can feel a twinge of need roll through me. I can see why Marc loves to be nd the will of such strong prey. The payoff is much greater. I don’t want to bend her will , though, I just want her to relax and crack a smile.
“Okay, I will train you. Beware: I will test your limits. I hope you realize that it is impossible to train without sexual implications. You will have to touch and be touched by others.”
“I assumed as much. Do I have a say in whom? If I don’t like the person I don’t want to touch them. I’m okay with it as long I’m not forced to touch someone or that they aren’t forced to touch me.” She draws in a large breath. I don’t think she’ s truly okay with it, but I think she is using it as a way to heal.
“ This is my craft. I can read people without fail. I will know if you’re uncomfortable. I will push you if I think it’s for your own goo d. You can trust me to help you, ” I say confidently and clutch her hand in mine.
A loud knock on the door signals that the rest of our group has arrived.
“Greta, you’re training begins now.” I smile and pat her hand reassuringly before I go to the door.
I open the door to my merry band of misfits and laugh at their expressions. They look at each other trying to figure out why I called them together. I step aside and stand at the head of my room . My personal dungeon used to have a Victorian theme. It looked like a red velvet draped bordello with torture devices bordering the room. It was perfect and exactly how I wanted it.
“Please take a seat at the desk that holds your nameplate.” I smirk.
I watch as they scurry around the room star ing bewilderingly at their name plates. M y outward appearance is that I’m bored, inside I’ m laughing hysterically at how cute they all are. At first I was put off about this situation even though I love to train a good student. Now I’ m excited and giddy at the prospect of having a roomful of students. I may look stern right now, but I’m grinning like an idiot on the inside.
I turn around and write SIR on the chalkboard I had installed. I glance back at my four students sitting so studiously in their assigned seating. I had removed all the comfort items from my room, moved all the toys to the outside walls, and added four desks in a tidy row. I don’ t have a desk or chair. I just stand in front of my chalkboard. I did keep my settee for when the principal comes to take my evaluation. I can’t help the smile that breaks across my face as I envision Devlin’s six-foot seven-inch frame on the delicate sofa. I fit o n it just fine.
“I’m sure you’ re all wondering why I called you all here. I will explain and then introduce you all to the other students.” The three people who know me better than anyone look to me as if I’ve lost my mind. Greta stares at them.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that. Trust me, the introductions are important.” I stare them down and they submit- well, mostly.
“I know you’ve all been to see the man you’ve dubbed as the Devil. He’ s here for his own reason that I cannot divest. Please respect him to his face and try to behind his back. He’s a decent man. Devlin and our Master trained together under the same Master. You wouldn’t like it if someone dissed your fellow Masters, so try to show some respect. But we did co me up with a plan to satisfy other issues with our Chapter here at Restraint. We ne ed more training, we need more T rainers, both dominants and submissives, and we need t rained s ubmissives. So that is where you all come in to play. Tobias,” I extend my hand to the man and he immediatel y complies.
“Firstly, when we’ re in this room or on field trips,” I hear a few snickers at that . “You all
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