"How many girls live here? What am I supposed to do at the induction?" She laughed. "God, what am I doing here full stop?"
Amelie laughed. "Woah, woah, settle down there. We have six girls in the house, and you'll make seven. As for your other questions, I think I'll leave to to Master to answer them." She glanced across at a clock on the wall. "In fact, it's about time to head over. Come on, drag your little pussy out of bed. It's time for your big night!"
Chapter Five
Seven seats were already occupied around the long, empty dining table when Kathryn and Amelie arrived in the hall. Kathryn recognized it as the same hall they'd passed through that morning, though now the curtains were drawn and it was lit by the flames of the fireplace burning beside the table.
"Welcome, Kathryn," said Master, smiling. Kathryn's heart skipped a beat to see him once again, sitting at the head of the table in a chair larger and slightly higher than all the others. "Come and join me."
Amelie led her along the table to Master's side, where she noticed a small cushion had been placed beside his chair. Around the table Kathryn saw Mistress Victoria and the five submissives dressed in beautiful gowns, each sitting with their hands demurely folded in their laps, their smiling faces lit by the dim light of the fire. She looked down at her body, naked but for Mistress Victoria's soiled red panties, and felt self conscious under the eager eyes of the women around the table.
Kathryn nodded politely before lowering herself into position two beside Master, who smiled and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Today," he began, addressing his audience, "we welcome a new member to our family. This is Kathryn."
The girls around the table each said "Welcome, Kathryn," and she swore she saw Mistress Victoria give her a sly wink as she spoke.
"Each of you were welcomed into my family in the same way; first Victoria, and then the rest of you as we plucked you from the darkness and brought you into my service. Each of you are extraordinary in your own way, but Kathryn is very different. Kathryn is... I'll call her an experiment."
Looks of confusion and interest passed around the table. Only Master, Mistress Victoria and Amelie knew the truth.
"Kathryn here," he said, "is not yet a submissive. She's completely new to our lifestyle, and until I met her she was, in fact, rather hostile to it. In the last 24 hours, however, she has learned much about the pleasures of submission, and over the coming weeks I propose to mold her into the perfect slave. I propose to change the way she looks at the world, and her place in it. You will all aid me in this mission, and you will all share in the happiness of bringing young Kathryn into the fold should we succeed."
He reached down to the floor and lifted a steel rod ending in a solid block. He placed it on the table with a dull, metallic thud.
"Tonight I will ask Kathryn to take my brand, as you all have."
Kathryn stifled a gasp as she understood what he was saying. He wants to brand me!
Mistress Victoria stood, lifted the brand and walked it to the fire, placing the steel block in the crackling flames.
Master continued. "Now, if she is willing, Kathryn will begin her journey, as you all did, by sharing my essence with her sisters."
Kathryn stared at the brand in a daze as Master stood from his chair. Mistress Victoria returned to him, her black dress clinging to her, and kneeled before him as he reached into his trousers and withdrew his enormous, firm erection. Kathryn's attention snapped back to her Master as Mistress Victoria took him tenderly in her mouth and hungrily slurped at his shaft, the moist smacking of her lips the only sound in the room, until after just a few moments he silently came into her mouth.
Mistress stood, bowed deeply to Master, and returned to her seat where she turned to the girl beside her, a freckled redhead in a green dress, and kissed her deeply, passing Master's seed from mouth to mouth. The redhead broke away and turned to the next seat, kissing the brunette girl beside her. Each woman passed Master's seed to the next, moving slowly around the table and taking his gift into their mouths as if it was a holy sacrament, until Amelie finally returned to Kathryn.
Amelie fell to her knees before her, leaned in and locked lips, sliding her tongue into Kathryn's mouth. Kathryn tasted the salty musk of Master's come, remembering the taste fondly from the previous night. Then she had devoured him with nothing but pleasure, but now that pleasure was tinged with a hint of fear.
More than anything, however, she felt closer to him than ever before. As she broke away from Amelie's lips and turned back towards Master he beckoned her to him, helping her to her feet, and kissed her deeply. At the touch of his lips she felt all doubt and fear flow from her mind. The brand didn't matter, and all that remained was the certainty that she wanted nothing more than to join these women in their worship of Master. She'd never wanted anything more.
"Thank you, Master," she whispered as he broke away from her lips, once again feeling that deep, delicious connection she craved. He allowed her to gaze into his eyes, and she stood silently as Mistress Victoria approached them, bowed to Master and gently slid Kathryn's panties from her body. Kathryn lifted each foot in turn to allow Mistress to pull them away, then she rose and handed the bundle to Master.
"Open," he said, parting her lips with his thumb. She opened her mouth wide and watched as Master pushed the panties between her lips. Immediately she tasted the sweet flavors of Mistress Victoria's pussy and her own, and she saw Mistress smile with pleasure as Kathryn's lips closed on the moist bundle. She grinned as she gently pried Kathryn's mouth open once more, slipped a wooden bit between her teeth and tied it by a strap behind her head. Now Kathryn couldn't speak, and there was no way to spit out the panties if she'd wanted to.
Kathryn realized she was surrounded now, with Master in front of her and her fellow subs crowding her on all sides. She didn't resist as hands grasped her arms and turned her, bent her gently over the table and restrained her there. She could see Amelie and the red headed girl each hold a wrist to the table, and out of sight two of the others had each grasped an ankle, spreading her legs wide and holding them steady.
Kathryn felt entirely powerless, unable to move an inch against the iron grips of the subs. Behind her she heard Master move, and in Amelie's eyes she saw a look of eager anticipation.
"Would you like to take my cock, Kathryn?"
She nodded fiercely and moaned through her gag, wishing she could beg for it as she had last night. Against her ass she felt the firm, dripping shaft slide slowly, gently circling her pussy.
"Before I allow you the pleasure of my cock," he said quietly, "you must accept my brand. Are you willing to do so?"
Kathryn nodded even more fiercely. What's a moment of pain compared to being with Master? Her mind was in turmoil, but nothing had ever felt so right. If he needed her to take his mark in exchange for being with him, it was a sacrifice she was happy to make.
"Mistress Victoria, if you please," whispered Master, and Kathryn watched as Mistress strode to the fire and used a thick glove to withdraw the glowing rod. Kathryn's heart thumped as the Mistress approached holding the red hot bar, and she closed her eyes tight in anticipation of the searing pain.
"Are you prepared, Kathryn?" asked Master.
A moment passed, no more than a few heartbeats, before Kathryn nodded and moaned through her gag. Another heartbeat thumped in her chest, and another, before she felt the shocking pain on her thigh. A loud sizzling noise filled the air and she bit down hard on the wooden rod, stifling a pained scream as she felt her heart jump to her throat.
And then... the pain was gone. Her eyes opened, and Amelie met her blurred gaze with a grin. A moment passed before her hands and ankles were released and she was allowed to stand. Her hand shot to her thigh, but all it met was a cold, moist patch of skin.
Kathryn looked toward Master with a look of profound confusion, and it took a moment before she noticed the brand sitting in a bucket of ice beside Master's chair, still sizzling as it cooled. Mistress V
ictoria stood beside Master, mischievously sucking on the ice cube she'd pressed against Kathryn's thigh.
"Don't worry, Kathryn," said Master, smiling. "I didn't brand you. Just a simple trick."
Amelie loosened the strap behind her head and removed the bit from between her teeth, and Kathryn pulled the wet panties from her mouth. "You... you didn't brand me, Master?"
Master laughed. "Of course not, my darling. I'm not a savage. A brand is something I'll only ask you to take when you're certain the life of a submissive is what you want. My brand is a life long commitment. For now it's enough that you take my collar."
Kathryn reeled with shock and relief. She stroked the patch of smooth, unblemished skin where the ice had touched it, amazed that her mind could have produced such intense sensations of pain. For a moment she felt embarrassed at the deception, but then it dawned on her that she had just proved to Master just how much she wished to serve him. She'd proved that she belonged, and not only to Master but to herself.
She saw in his eyes that Master was proud of her, that he appreciated what she had offered to give him, and she felt a rush of happiness stronger than she'd ever felt before. Master is proud of me, she thought. My Master.
Master took her by the hand, and with a nod of his head he excused Mistress Victoria and the girls. They filed quietly from the room, leaving Kathryn alone with Master.
"You did very well tonight, Kathryn," he said, squeezing her hand tenderly. You should be proud of yourself for serving me with such devotion. I won't forget that."
Kathryn beamed, ecstatic that she'd pleased him.
"However," he continued, his smile fading, "you're too prideful and headstrong. Mistress Victoria reported that you persisted in provoking her during your session today. She feels you intentionally disobeyed her instructions in order to incite her to engage in play."
Kathryn widened her eyes, surprised. She had no idea the Mistress had seen through her so easily.
"Make no mistake, Kathryn. Mistress Victoria has been doing what she does since you were in high school, and she's dealt with much more conniving subs than you. She went easy on you today as you're a beginner, but she won't tolerate insolence again."
As he spoke he unbuckled his belt and slid or from the loops. "Despite your admirable performance this evening I feel you must be punished for your infraction. I need you to understand that you are not above the rules of this house. Bend over the table. You'll take three lashes."
The color drained from Kathryn's face. Just moments ago she was being praised, and now she watched as Master wrapped his belt buckle around his fist. She turned, suddenly fearful, and bent herself across the tabletop. This time there was nobody to hold her steady, and she hoped she'd be able to keep herself still beneath his blows.
Master lashed the leather belt across her shoulder without warning, drawing a sharp cry from Kathryn's lips. Thankfully he hit her with the strap and spared her the buckle, but the pain was intense nonetheless.
The second lash came across the left ass cheek, and the moment the strap left her skin she felt heat bloom across her buttocks. She could picture the pink streak across her ass. She gripped the sides of the table until her knuckles whitened, but this time she didn't cry out.
Kathryn braced for the final lash, but it didn't come. Instead she felt Master move into position behind her and press himself against her body. His swollen erection poked at her thighs before sliding across her lips and quickly piercing her. The shock made her gasp and whimper as the enormous shaft spread her wide and filled her pussy. Still her body screamed with pain, but now it was supplemented by the delicious joy of Master's cock.
He rotated his hips slowly behind her, moving himself smoothly in and out of her depths, taking his time with her body. His hands grasped her waist, and in his grip Kathryn felt the strap of the belt knock against her thigh with each thrust of Master's cock. Her body screamed with conflicting sensations, filled her with fear of the final lash at the same time as the wet, dripping flood of arousal poured through her, causing her slick pussy to clench around Master's sliding shaft.
Kathryn whimpered, moaning quietly with pleasure at each thrust of Master's hips. "May I make noises for you, Master?" she asked, unsure if she should remain silent for him.
"You may, Kathryn," he replied, pushing himself once more deep inside her. ."I want to hear your pleasure."
Now her pants became louder, more confident, as she displayed her pleasure for Master. She couldn't help but push back against his cock, drawing him deeper inside, until a strong hand placed firmly on her lower back warned her to remain motionless.
Master's moans thrilled through her, his quickening movements telling her that his climax was approaching. She no longer held back, no longer tried to hold in the orgasm she'd been anticipating for hours, and she felt her pussy begin to quiver and pulse with excitement.
Master came with a long, low moan, bathing her insides with his warm seed. His cock twitched with each burst of come, filling her until she felt his juice would burst out of her and stream down her thighs. Her own climax arrived as Master sprayed his last inside her, and the tight, quivering muscles of her sex tightened around his shaft even as he slid himself from her.
The final lash came lightly, the leather belt striking the surface of Kathryn's tender pussy as she came. She cried out the first words that came to mind. "Thank you, Master!" The blow intensified her orgasm, focusing both pain and pleasure between her legs in glorious symmetry.
She lay across the table, panting, until Master ordered her to stand. Between her legs she felt the slickness of Master's come running out of her, coating her in his scent.
Master smiled and slipped his spent penis back into his trousers, watching Kathryn's breasts rise and fall with each labored, exhausted breath.
"You've had a good first day, Kathryn," he said, slotting his belt back into its loops. "I'll look forward to seeing what you can learn tomorrow. Now, though, you should rest. You'll be meeting again with Mistress Victoria in the morning."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," she replied, for want of a better answer.
Master guided her to the door gently, ushering her out of the room before stepping back inside. As he wished her goodnight he gave one final instruction before closing the door.
"Don't shower, Kathryn," he said, smiling. "I want you to be covered in my scent when you see her."
MASTER TEACHES HER CONTROL
KATHRYN'S TRAINING #3
by
Aya Fukunishi
Copyright © 2012 by Aya Fukunishi
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First Printing, 2012
A Bangkok Nights Publication
Chapter One
It was difficult, at first, adjusting to the routine of the house. Forgetting her old life beyond the walls of Master's mansion proved to be a struggle. Even after days in his service Kathryn still awoke in a panic during the night, her clouded, muddled mind fretting about her phone bill, the garbage collection or one of the other countless little worries that come with everyday life. It was only when she cast her eyes around the room, saw Amelie beside her and remembered where she was that she calmed down. Remembered that she was safe. Remembered that Master had taken care of her affairs.
Kathryn had been allowed to leave the grounds once, on the third day, to collect her belongings from her old apartment. She'd wandered through the tiny rooms for two hours, picking up and putting down the trinkets she'd once valued so highly, the only shreds of comfort in her bleak and boring former life. When she left she only took two items: her laptop and a framed photograph of her late parents, the only picture she had of the couple. The rest she left behind, and apart from clearing the fridge of perishables she left the apartment just
as it was. She wouldn't be needing it anymore. It felt as if it belonged to a different person.
When she returned to Master she presented him with her belongings for approval. The laptop, he said, would be locked away for those times he permitted her to use a computer. The photograph she could keep with her, though she must keep it out of sight. Master didn't want Kathryn to be too readily reminded of competing authority figures.
She handed over her apartment key and noted down the details of her debts at Master's request. Reluctant as she was to mention the $100,000 Stephen had offered to pay her in return for entertaining Master at the club, she found she couldn't lie to him. When he got the truth from her he simply nodded, asked for her account details and assured her that she needn't worry about her college loans any longer.
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