by Vera Roberts
When she was dropped by Elite, Caprina got on the phone and made some calls. She called Creative Creations, an agency that specialized in high-profile clients like her. Plus, they were the primary competition of Elite. She knew they would help her.
“You need to lay low for a minute,” CEO Gina Lorjon instructed Caprina. She was an older Latina woman with a no-bullshit attitude. “Go on vacation, get out of the country, do some charity work. Lay low.”
“I’m losing money every day,” Caprina retorted. What she thought was a simple change of mind, the whole world thought otherwise. “I’ve already lost twenty grand since yesterday.”
“And you’ll lose more if you don’t rehab your image,” Gina warned. “Caprina, you’re damaged goods now. No one is going to want to be associated with you until this thing blows over.”
“And how long will that take?” Caprina asked.
Gina shrugged. “A day? A couple of weeks? A couple of months? A few years? Who knows? The buying public is very fickle on how long it takes to forgive a celebrity. What you did had a lot of people think you made a mockery of marriage and you know how conservative this country is? You have George W. Bush in the office and even he made a comment about you did.”
“The President?” Caprina was flabbergasted. The same man personally invited her to the White House along with several other Elite models and now was against her. “What did he say?”
“He said you’re a poor example of what’s wrong with the country,” Gina replied.
Caprina scoffed. “Of course he would say that. He thinks all Black people are what’s wrong with the country.”
“Regardless if that’s how he truly feels, Caprina, he shares the same sentiment with several millions of the country,” Gina sighed, “we need time to formulate a plan for you to reclaim your reputation and get back on track. You were the number one supermodel in the world at one point. We need to get you back there.”
You were the number one supermodel. The words cut through Caprina’s soul. She worked her ass off for years to get to the number one position and it took one err in judgment to have it taken away from her. “Fine. Let me know what your plan is.”
“We’ll be in touch, Caprina,” Gina escorted her out of the office. “Have a nice vacation.”
****
Scott stared up at the ceiling. His body was soaked with sweat. His chest heaved up and down quickly as he struggled to catch his breath. It had only been an hour and Scott felt like it was already forever.
“Take a breather and let me know when you’re ready,” Dominic lazily said. He sipped on a water bottle and didn’t appear to break a sweat. “And we’ll continue.”
There’s more? Scott learned Dominic was supervising him in getting physically ready. Physically ready for what? That wasn’t an issue. But the hell Dominic put him through was a real big issue. After a mandatory stretching session, Dominic put Scott on a treadmill for an hour and kept increasing the incline. After the treadmill, Dominic put him on the elliptical.
He then spotted Scott as he lifted weights. There was no break or cooling down period between lifts. Dominic kept adding more weights to Scott’s bars and decreasing the repetitions. His arms felt like jelly and they haven’t even started on his legs yet. Scott didn’t even want to think about the torture Dominic was going to do to his abs. He slowly got up and wiped his face with a towel. “I’m ready.”
“Good,” Dominic took a swig of water and spit it out. “Now we’re about to start working out.”
“About to start?” Scott was confused.
“Yes,” Dominic nodded. His blue eyes were sparkling with excitement. “That was simply the warm-up.”
Chapter Five
The following morning, Sanora and her subs took Scott sightseeing in Italy. They visited the lake and went on a boat ride. Scott learned how to make pizza and tossed it in the air. They visited the Leaning Tower of Pisa and the Uffizi Gallery. They went wine tasting at a local vineyard and walked down the narrow medieval streets.
They shopped at local vendors and Scott picked up some trinkets for his mother and sister. He admired the Dome and the stunning architecture of the old churches. Despite the worst thing that has ever happened to him, he was having the time of his life.
They returned back to the villa where the chef prepared a succulent four-course meal. After dinner, the subs walked to another corner of the living room and stood in the shadows. Scott saw what they did and turned his attention back to Sanora. Something was up.
“Tonight we have a special lesson,” Sanora began, “we have a lesson in bravery.”
“Bravery?” Scott questioned.
“Bravery,” Sanora repeated as Jay brought a cigar and lit it for Her. She took a few plumes of smoke. “I want to see how brave you are.”
Scott still didn’t understand where Sanora was coming from. “I’m fine with discipline, Mistress.”
“It’s not the discipline aspect I’m concerned with,” She nodded to Dominic who opened double doors. A beautiful young woman walked through. “It’s the concentration that poses a problem.”
Scott looked at the woman before him. She was tall with olive skin and brown eyes. She had long, black hair flowing down her back and wore a black dress with a plunging neckline.
“Scott, this is Aileen,” Sanora introduced the pair to each other, “I think the two of you will get along quite nicely, I hope. Do you like who I picked out for you?”
Scott eyed the buxom woman in front of him. He already imagined what he would do to her. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. That’s great to hear. Aileen will be your odalisque for the remainder of your trip here. She’ll let you do whatever you want to her with her permission, of course.”
“Sounds good.” Scott smiled.
Sanora readjusted her position in the chair. “I want you to fuck her.”
It was at that moment Scott finally began to enjoy his time in Italy. “Yes, Mistress,” He smiled like a child who just received the video game he had been wanting for years. Scott led Aileen towards his bedroom.
“In front of me.” Sanora clarified.
Scott stopped cold. The smile disappeared from his face. Any excitement he had was soon replaced with a quiet anger and embarrassment. “What?”
“I want you to fuck her in front of me.” A curl formed on Sanora’s lips. “Is that a problem?”
“Actually, yes it is, Mistress.” Scott replied. He had enough voyeurism with Caprina.
“What’s wrong?” Sanora crossed her legs. “Soft caught your dick?”
Scott told Aileen wait before he walked over to Sanora. He was seething with embarrassment. “What are you doing, Mistress?”
“I’m curious to see your stroke game,” Sanora took a plume from Her cigar. “I want to see how you give a woman pleasure without her ordering you to do it first.”
Scott regretted taking Sanora up on her offer. It was bad enough Caprina humiliated him throughout their relationship, now he had Sanora picking up where she left off. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Good,” Sanora motioned towards the couch behind Scott and Aileen, “you may begin.”
Scott led Aileen to the plush sofa in front of them. He helped undress her and remove her bra and panties. He quickly removed his clothing. He blocked Sanora out of his mind and concentrated on Aileen. He hoped Sanora wouldn’t pepper their lovemaking with color-commentary.
He grabbed Aileen’s face and kissed her. She tasted of mint and honey. Her lips were soft and supple. Within seconds, the thought of Sanora being in the room dissipated from Scott’s mind as he picked up Aileen and laid her down on the sofa. He climbed on top of her and continued to kiss her, his hands exploring her curves. He slid down her body, kissing her breasts along the way. His tongue trailed down to her navel and he circled it, causing Aileen to slightly squirm in delight.
He approached her mound and lightly fingered her clit. He fingered her a short while before he grab
bed a nearby condom and slipped it on his cock. He sheathed himself inside her. She was hot, wet, and tight. He gradually picked up speed with Aileen writhing beneath him, wanting to feel Scott go deeper inside her.
They switched positions with Aileen being on top. She grinded against Scott’s cock, moving her hips in a circular motion. She gradually built up to a bouncing motion, placing her hands on Scott’s shoulders to steady herself.
“What do you think, Mistress?” Dominic asked.
“It’s not bad,” Sanora admitted as She watched Scott and Aileen, “but it’s not great.”
“She seems to enjoy it, Mistress.” Jay suggested.
“Of course she does. He has a big dick,” Sanora crossed Her legs in anticipation, “but any man can be good. Scott has the potential of being great, perhaps the best.”
“You’re going to teach him, Mistress?” Dominic asked.
Sanora looked up at Her sub. “Of course, I will.”
Scott guided Aileen on his shaft until she erupted in a loud cry and collapsed on top of him. After a few moments, Scott eased Aileen off him and disposed of the condom. The lovers cuddled next to each other as Sanora approached them. “Bravo,” She commented.
Scott was so caught up with Aileen, he forgot Sanora was in the room. “Did you enjoy it, Mistress?”
“Yes, I did.” Sanora nodded approvingly, “but it could’ve been better.”
She might as well have told him he had a limp dick. “What do you mean?”
“What I mean is this,” Sanora walked over to Aileen and squatted in front of her. She licked two fingers and eased them inside Aileen’s cunt. She fingered her as she began to lick Aileen’s swollen clit. She came within seconds.
Scott watched in amazement. He had never been able to get a woman off that quick – ever. “You’re going to do that and so much more,” Sanora promised.
Scott felt his cock harden again. “When?” He was eager.
Sanora simply smiled. “Soon.”
Chapter Six
The next morning Scott woke up in his bed. He was still groggy and wiped his face with his hands. He looked over to his side and Aileen was nowhere to be found. He was almost convinced the prior night was a high-school wet dream. Did he really just have sex with her in front of an audience? He had previously experimented with voyeurism with past girlfriends and the thought of someone might be watching them. But he had an audience and Sanora, it seemed, was taking notes.
Scott got out of bed and proceeded to get ready for his day. He didn’t know what Sanora had planned nor did he have any sort of idea. But if last night’s activities were any indication, the “training” Sanora had in store for him was really going to mess with his mind.
Scott hopped in the shower and let the hot water beat on his skin. He had only been at Sanora’s for a few days and had already felt like a different person. He was relaxed and could actually breathe. His mind was sharper, there was an insurmountable amount of clarity present. His soul was free; he no longer felt dead or just getting by.
Most importantly, however, was his heart. He no longer had ill will towards Caprina. She was dead in his eyes and hardly thought about her since he’s been in Italy. Whatever Sanora was doing to Scott was working like a charm. She knew it would too.
Scott looked at the alarm clock. He had to hurry up and meet Dominic for their daily training sessions. He looked forward to working out now and even twice a day. It would be something he’ll keep up once he got back home.
****
The workout was once again grueling. Dominic worked on every core muscle in Scott’s body, including those he didn’t think he had. Scott was convinced it was Dominic’s job to put him through inexplicable hell each and every time they worked out together.
“I don’t see the point of this, “Scott held his stomach.“I don’t see the point of any of this.”
“You gotta get your body right before you get your mind right.” Dominic barked at Scott as he did crunches. “We gotta get all that bullshit out of you.”
After the 1000th sit-up, Scott fell back on the floor. His stomach ached and burned. He just wanted to lay there and fall asleep. It was getting to be too much. Dominic, on the other hand, was having too much fun seeing Scott suffer. “Are we having fun, sweetie?” Dominic sipped on a water bottle. His forehead was lightly beaded with sweat.
Scott couldn’t bear the thought of leaving from his comfy position on the floor. “Fuck…you.” He breathed.
“Good,” Dominic helped Scott up, “you’re getting better.”
Scott wrapped his arms around his waist, thinking that would somehow ease the pain. “Better at what?”
“You’re being trained, disciplined if you will, into a new mindset. You know how the government programs people like they train the FBI and CIA? That’s what’s going on here. You’re being reprogrammed.”
“Is this the Matrix?” Scott couldn’t help but to ask.
“Yes,” Dominic took another swig of water, “you’re Neo.”
“And you would be Morpheus?”
“No,” Dominic smiled, “that would be Sanora.”
After the intense two-hour workout, Scott crawled to his bedroom. He barely had enough energy to take a shower. He was so sore, he could barely lift his arms to wash underneath them. His body was taken to the limit and his mind was mentally exhausted. But he couldn’t rest too much; Dominic wanted to see him again later that evening after dinner. What in the fuck did I get myself into?
When he finished showering, Scott limped to his bed. He gently massaged his thighs to loosen them up a little. He looked around to see if there was a balm he could put on his body to ease the discomfort but found none. Great. I get to pull a muscle while I’m here.
“How did it go?” Sanora appeared at his doorway.
Scott was so used to Sanora’s surprise arrivals, he no longer flinched. “Very difficult.”
“Good. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” She walked over to Scott and got behind him on the bed. She began to massage his shoulders, kneading her hands into his sore and tight muscles. Scott soon relaxed. She had the hands of an angel. “You’re going to be tested a lot while you’re here. We don’t have much time so we have to train you more intensely than we would if you had a few more weeks to spare.”
Scott had no desire to go back to his former life. Anywhere was better than what he had to face when he went back to the States. “I could stay here longer.”
“It’s not necessary,” Sanora grounded her hand into Scott’s back, causing him to tense up a little. “Everything you’re going to learn and know will only take a few weeks, anyway. Anything longer than that would just be you lollygagging.”
“Lollygagging?” Scott chuckled.
Sanora stopped massaging Scott and playfully bit his ear. “And we can’t have that, can we, Scott?” She emphasized the S again.
Scott desired Sanora. He would have to be a little more patient. His time to be with her would come later. “We can’t have that, no, Mistress.”
“Good,” Sanora grinned. “I have something for you to read.” She handed Scott a bonded leather manual. It was thick with several hundred pages.
Scott examined the manual. It was old and a bit dusty. On the cover four letters were imprinted – BDSM .“What is this?” Scott asked.
Sanora simply stood up and dusted herself off. “Homework. Study up after dinner. You’ll have a quiz soon.”
After dinner, Scott retreated back to his bedroom and opened up the big book of BDSM. It was thicker than an old Bible with probably just as many pages. The pages were old and delicate parchment paper with handwriting and diagrams. It was a daunting task to study the book but Scott was up for the challenge. He needed to prove something to himself. He needed to prove something to Sanora. Her opinion was the only one that mattered at that moment.
Scott opened up the book and began reading. “Chapter one,” he read aloud, “what is BDSM?”
Chapter Seve
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Elliott was living the life.
He went to bed around 4 AM and woke up maybe before noon. If he wasn’t on his XBOX, he was surfing the web. If he wasn’t on the web, he was watching endless hours of porn. If he wasn’t doing that, well, he was getting high with a plethora of drugs to choose from.
He went out shopping and easily spent thousands of dollars in just a couple of hours. He traded in his Target brand clothing for couture fashion designers such as Gucci, Prada, and Marc Jacobs. Dating a world-famous supermodel did have its perks.
He abruptly quit his job once he met Caprina. There was no reason for him to work or do anything anymore. Everything was taken care of. He didn’t mind being Caprina’s pet and a mere fashion accessory. He loved it. He didn’t understand Scott’s problem with it.