To Love and Obey

by Vera Roberts

  Zerrin felt her pussy clench around Nick’s fingers. “I’m about to cum, Master…I’m about to…”

  Nick pulled his fingers out and sat across the bed. Zerrin opened her eyes and glared at him. Did he really just play with her and leave her hanging like that? Oh, this shit can’t be happening. “Now, you’re ready,” He folded His arms, “you can finish yourself off.”

  Zerrin sat up in bed and scooted to the end of it. How Nick made her go from being incredibly aroused to inexplicably pissed off in just a few seconds was astonishing to her. She decided to channel her anger into getting herself off since that was her new task for the night. She carefully picked which toy she wanted to use. She saw an unassuming pearl vibrator and decided that would be her weapon of choice. She laid back down on the bed and opened her legs wide, placing the vibrator directly on her clit.

  She forgot that Nick was in the room; she simply focused on the pleasure the vibrator was giving her needy pussy. One free hand caressed and pinched her nipples while her hips buckled to the smooth buzz of the vibrator, wanting and needing more. It had been so long since she last masturbated, and the feelings Nick’s vibrator was creating were beyond her wildest dreams.

  Soon her body rolled to the motion of the vibrator, slow and easy like an ocean. Her head was thrown back on the pillow and soft moans escaped her lips. The tiny flutters of an orgasm started on her clit and before Zerrin knew it, she exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm, arching her back off the bed and collapsing back on it shortly later.

  God-fucking-damn. Nick couldn’t take his eyes off the magnificent creature in front of him and he would’ve loved to have joined Zerrin in a mutual masturbation session, since his cock was chafing his jeans at the moment. No, there would be time for that later. He concentrated on the milk chocolate beauty in his bed. There was a lot for him to teach Zerrin and it wasn’t going to happen overnight or instantaneously. He had his work cut out for him.

  And for her as well.

  ****

  Zerrin woke up to the smell of fresh coffee. She briefly sat up in bed and stretched. It was already sunny out and she wondered what time it was. She picked up her phone and noticed it was already 10:30. She was embarrassed she slept so long. She quickly put on some clothing and headed downstairs to the kitchen to join Nick.

  “Buongiorno, tesoro mio,” Nick smiled as he made breakfast, “Good morning, my treasure.”

  “Good morning, Master,” Zerrin grabbed a seat at the kitchen island. “Did you need any help?”

  “No, I got it. Just enjoy yourself,” he scrambled some eggs, “I left a portfolio for you in the living room for you to view. Take a look at it.”

  Zerrin got off the stool and walked over to the living room where she saw a large black leather portfolio. She sat down and plopped it on her lap, carefully opening it. She was shocked by the first image she saw: a naked woman bound and gagged, bent over Nick’s lap as he was in mid-motion of giving her a spanking. She flipped through the portfolio and found more images of Nick being a Dom: a woman kneeling at His feet, two naked women bound and hugging a fully-clothed Nick, a woman wearing a butt-plug that had a horse’s tail.

  The final image caused Zerrin to gasp. It showed Nick behind a naked woman he had tied-up in the karada method. The woman looked similar to her, Black, and she had natural curly hair. She was thinner than Zerrin, but she didn’t pay too much attention to that. She was more focused on the woman’s eyes. They were full of confidence, security, and self-assurance. Her lips had a slight smirk to them as if she were saying, “He owns this and you don’t.”

  Zerrin was intrigued and turned on. She was also a little jealous of the women in the images. She wanted to be like them. She wanted to be them. Baby steps, Zerrin remembered Nick’s words. I need to take baby steps with Him. I need to be patient.

  “So what did you think?” He asked from the kitchen.

  Zerrin put the portfolio aside and walked back to the kitchen. “I like it. Are you going to do the same with me, Master?”

  “Eventually.” Nick smiled. “I just wanted you to see what you were in for.”

  “I knew what I was in for when you sent the contract over,” Zerrin reminded, “I’m not scared or put off.”

  “I knew you weren’t.” Nick served breakfast. “You spent the night.”

  Zerrin looked down at her plate and noticed how colorful it was with spinach, strawberries, oranges and bananas. Nick was clearly starting the new lifestyle change at that moment. “I take it that many don’t?”

  “A slight few have.” Nick took a sip of coffee. “But no, not many.”

  “You’re that picky about who spends the night here?”

  “I’m that picky about who I let into my world,” Nick corrected, “You tell a woman you’re an English professor yet all she wants to talk about is some celebrity marriage she read about in People magazine. You ask her the last great book she’s read and she looks at you like you mentioned something that went out of style a long time ago.”

  “Wouldn’t that reflect on your choices of potential companions and not the woman herself?” Zerrin asked.

  “And that’s why you spent the night and they didn’t.” Nick winked.

  Zerrin wished what Nick said had a little bit of meaning, but she didn’t look too much into it. She spent the night, all right—in the guest room. “Point taken.” Zerrin smiled.

  “Hurry up and eat. You’re going to need your strength today,” Nick mentioned, “it’s a good thing we have a three-day weekend.”

  “Sounds intriguing.”

  Nick briefly looked up at the ceiling as he formulated a thought. “It might be.”

  Zerrin looked over the portfolio again. Several submissives had the moniker “St. Nick” branded over their bodies. “May I ask how you got the nickname Saint Nick?”

  “The other Dommes gave me the name. They thought I treat my submissives so well, I should apply for sainthood.” He smiled. “I didn’t ask for it, but it stuck. So there it is.”

  “So when others ask about who I submit to, I would tell them I submit to…”

  “Saint Nick,” he replied. “They will know exactly who you’re referring to.”

  “You have a reputation around the BDSM community, I take it?”

  “A reputation I like to keep,” Nick quietly replied, “I have guided a lot of submissives. I’m hesitant to say I set the standard for them, but I was the skeleton, if you will, on what they should expect from another Dom.”

  “Sounds like you did set the standard?” Zerrin was intrigued.

  “Submission isn’t for every woman. Some become submissives because they want to see how it’s like and if it’s something they would be interested in. Some love to submit and found their calling. Some realize it isn’t for them and totally leave the lifestyle. Others realize they like to be in charge more,” Nick briefly thought of Lady Nikkia, “but once you become a submissive, your life changes.”

  “For the better, I hope?” Zerrin asked.

  “Always.” Nick smiled. “Hurry up and eat. You’re going to have submissive sisters who will guide and mold you. They aren’t your competitors; they’re simply assisting you. They’ll be over here in about an hour.”

  Zerrin was curious about her new sisters. “What will they be teaching me?”

  “To see if you’re able to handle Me,” Nick replied seriously.

  Nick’s tone made Zerrin wondered if she had bitten off more than she could chew.

  ****

  Whitney and Stacey sat on the sofa studying Zerrin’s half-naked body. Whitney’s arms were folded while Stacey wrote down notes. Whitney stood up and walked over to Zerrin and began to take measurements of Zerrin’s body, calling them out to Stacey who wrote them down.

  Whitney lifted up Zerrin’s arms, making her form a T-shape. She smoothed her hand under her arms and jiggled them a little. “Fifty P,” she called out.

  Fifty P? Zerrin wondered what that meant. Her eyes followed Whitne
y as she spread her legs and felt between her thighs. Having another woman get so intimate with Zerrin was a little uncomfortable. “Six Y,” Whitney called out.

  Six Y? Zerrin was wondering all of these code names Whitney was giving. Were they terms for saying she was fat? Whitney and Stacey were toned, almost looking like they hit the gym on a daily basis. Zerrin recognized them from the portfolio Nick had showed her earlier. It made Zerrin wonder why Nick chose her to be His new submissive.

  Whitney stood up and cupped Zerrin’s face. She examined it carefully like she was studying it. “A ton of W,” Whitney’s eyes narrowed in on Zerrin’s features, making Zerrin feel even more uncomfortable, “a lot of it. No S and no J.”

  Zerrin had enough of the code names. “Can you tell me what’s going on here?”

  “Don’t talk,” Whitney instructed quietly, “we’re almost done here.”

  Whitney placed her hand on Zerrin’s hips and moved them side to side. “Definitely no more white,” she called out. She turned Zerrin around and studied her back. “All of the Y and W will get rid of the love handles and back fat.”

  Zerrin’s head snapped back. “Excuse you!”

  “I told you to be quiet,” Whitney took a step back and examined Zerrin’s body again. “We need to teach her how to work the pole.”

  Zerrin definitely understood that last sentence. Pole dancing? What in the hell is going on here?

  “Okay, I think we’re done here,” Whitney commented as Nick walked downstairs.

  “How’s it going?” Nick smiled.

  “We took notes and have some suggestions, Master,” Stacey stood up from the sofa, “can we meet outside?”

  “Sure. Zerrin, we’ll be right back. You can get dressed now.” Nick then led His submissives outside to the balcony.

  As Zerrin put her on her clothing, she tried to listen in on their conversation. The problem was Whitney and Stacey were speaking so softly, it was impossible to understand a word what they were saying. As they spoke, all three occasionally glanced back at Zerrin, boring holes into her body. If Zerrin hadn’t felt self-conscious about her body before, she definitely felt that way now.

  “Zerrin, come here,” Nick beckoned to her and Zerrin walked over to him, “your sisters have given me a plan to get you physically ready for submissive training. Are you ready to hear it?”

  I’m dying to. “Yes, Master,” she replied.

  “You’re going to do fifty push-ups and six days of yoga a week. You’re going to cut out all of the white in your diet: white flour, sugar, and bread. No more sodas and juices. And a ton of water. You’re going to be drinking so much water, you’re going to be drowning in it,” Nick stated. “Any questions?”

  All of those code names began to make more sense to Zerrin. She totally understood what Nick meant when he said he was putting on her a lifestyle change, starting with her diet. “No, Master.”

  “Whitney is going to teach you pole-dancing since she instructs a class on the weekends.” Nick glanced at his watch, “you two should be getting ready to go soon.”

  “Master, I don’t have any workout clothing,” Zerrin protested.

  “She’ll give you some,” Nick instructed, “after the class, you’re going to meet with Stacey to discuss requirements I expect of you and what you can expect of Me.” He kissed Zerrin’s lips. “Have fun today, tesoro.”

  Zerrin forgot about all the requirements and training the moment Nick kissed her again. How she wanted to feel his lips on her again and again. “Thank you, Master.”

  Eight

  “So?” Whitney’s chest heaved up and down. “What did you think?”

  Zerrin was speechless. She always thought strippers were a low-class group of women, shaking their asses for the highest bidder and occasionally prostituting themselves out. They always seem to go by the most unusual names—Cinnamon, Money, and Mocha—and Zerrin wasn’t surprised the women allowed themselves to be named after inanimate objects to further objectify themselves to their customers and client base.

  That was before she saw Whitney in action.

  Whitney made pole-dancing into an art form. Her legs were strong and toned, gripping the silver pole tightly as she slid up and down on it. She used every single muscle of her body to support herself and twist her body into various positions. She occasionally gyrated her body but there was nothing blatantly sexual about it. It was very sensual, daring the audience to focus their attention somewhere else.

  There were times Zerrin thought Whitney was about to slip and fall, busting her head wide open on the hardwood floor. But Whitney controlled every move of her body and positioning, steadying herself until she carefully lowered herself just inches from the floor. And that one maneuver Whitney did, doing the splits while hanging sideways and dropping her body down to the floor in another split position…Zerrin was officially a fan of Whitney.

  “It was…just…wow,” Zerrin was astounded, “how long have you been dancing?”

  “For years, since I was a kid. I’ve always been into fitness and keeping in shape so I got my personal trainer certification a few years ago. Then one of my students told me about pole dancing and I was intrigued by it so I took a class in it and well, the rest is history.” Whitney smiled. “So I teach both yoga and pole-dancing.”

  “That’s amazing.”

  “It takes a lot of practice to get to where I am. Master doesn’t expect you to know or do what I just demonstrated for you right away. But eventually, you’ll be able to do it.”

  “Is this what he likes?” Zerrin asked. “Is this what he wants?”

  Whitney laughed before she took a sip of water. “Name one man who doesn’t like a woman on a pole?”

  “I see your point,” Zerrin nodded. “And how often would I have to do this?”

  Whitney thought carefully. “Hmm…probably once a week.”

  Zerrin’s eyes bulged. “In addition to everything else I have to do?” Her schedule was already consumed with school, research, and service. Now that she was Nick’s assistant, she took another job teaching. Somehow, she was going have to fit six days of yoga, fifty push-ups and now a pole-dancing lesson for her Master. She silently began to rethink the contract.

  “You can always leave,” Whitney blinked at her, “but if you do, you’ll regret it.”

  “It’s not that I want to leave,” Zerrin explained, “I just don’t know what I’m going to squeeze all of this in.”

  “The person you need to talk to after we’re done here is Stacey,” Whitney suggested. “She’s a nurse.”

  “She’s a nurse?” Zerrin was surprised. “How does she find…?”

  “For our Master, you will find the time.” Whitney smiled. “Now hurry up and change. We have a lot of work to do.”

  ****

  “You look like you’re in pain, darling.” Stacey’s lips curled up into a sensual smile. “Whitney worked your ass, didn’t she?”

  Zerrin could barely sit down when she joined Stacey for lunch at a local café. She felt every single muscle of her body; muscles she didn’t even know existed. For the better part of five hours, Whitney taught Zerrin simple pole moves in addition to some she specially created for Zerrin to dance for Nick. “I’m in soooooooo much pain!” She winced.

  “You’ll be fine. It’s just your muscles telling you ‘hello.’” Stacey looked over the menu. “It’s time to order lunch now. What are you going to have?”

  “I don’t think my mouth can move to eat,” Zerrin rested her head on the table.

  “Good,” Stacey commented as a waiter came by to take their orders, “We each will have the grilled chicken salad. Oh, and we’d like the strawberry sorbet for dessert. Thank you.” The server then left their table.

  “I think my fingers hurt,” Zerrin moaned.

  “It’ll be like that for the first few weeks,” Stacey warned, “but after a while, your body adjusts.”

  “How long will it take to adjust?” Zerrin asked.

  “Abou
t thirty days.” Stacey nodded.

  Zerrin slowly raised her head. They were only on day one. “Twenty-nine more days of this?”

  “You’ll get used to it.” Stacey smiled. “This is what you wanted, remember?”

  “I honestly didn’t think he’d be so…so…”

  “Asshole about it?” Stacey smiled.

  “Well, if you put it like that, yes.”

  “I thought the same thing. I was you a few months ago.” Stacey flipped through her phone and showed Zerrin a picture of her. “Yeah, that’s me.”

  Zerrin looked down at the picture of Stacey and looked back up at her. It couldn’t have been the same person. The girl in the picture was a little heavier and nothing to write home about. She was frumpy, and Zerrin could tell she was trying to force a smile through her mouth. Stacey in front of Zerrin looked like a goddess with sun-kissed skin and a radiance about her that exuded confidence.

  “How old is this picture?”

  “About six months,” Stacey commented. “That was before I met Master.”

  Zerrin looked down at the picture and back at Stacey again. It was truly night and day. “He changed you?” Zerrin asked.

  “I changed me,” Stacey corrected. “All He did was guide me. Zerrin, let me ask you: are you really happy in your current situation?”

  Zerrin thought for a moment. Was she happy? She was fulfilling her dream of becoming a professor and actually doing good for the community, taking the route her parents hadn’t taken when she was younger. Academically, she was happy.

  Personal-life-wise, she was a little short of miserable. She was lonely and even she could admit masturbation only took her so far. So what was her hesitation in submitting to Nick? She wanted a Master to guide and teach her, didn’t she? She was fascinated with BDSM, and the thought of serving someone turned her on. She wanted to do whatever Nick asked of her, so why was she afraid of taking the next steps? “I guess I’m not.”

  “It’s okay to have self-doubt. It’s okay to wonder, ‘What in the hell did I sign up for?’ I would be lying if Whitney and I didn’t have those exact same feelings.” Stacey had a heartwarming smile. “But trust me when I say Master would never put you in a situation that will harm you. He’s not trying to make you into a supermodel. He’s not trying to change any part of you. He’s trying to make you healthy all around. Whenever you want to stop, just say the word to Him and He’ll do it.”