But instead of yanking her up or ordering her to crawl to the training room, to her surprise, Aaron said in a mild voice, “You may get to your feet. For now, we’ll review a few more basic positions Claudette didn’t yet cover.”
Morgan stood up, resisting the urge to wipe the residual goo from between her butt cheeks. Recalling Claudette’s direction, she stood at-ease, arms at her sides, as she waited for her trainer’s next instructions.
“There are a number of punishment positions we use here at the Chateau, including the ankle grab and the ass display, as well as the wall punishment position.”
They all sounded fairly ominous to Morgan. She sucked in an anxious breath and forgot to release it until Aaron actually said, “Breathe, Morgan. I don’t need you passing out on me.”
She blew out the breath with a small, embarrassed laugh. The situation was surreal.
“The ankle grab is as follows,” Aaron said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Bend over, grab your ankles, and bring your head as close to your knees as possible, while keeping your legs straight. It takes some practice to keep your balance, but you appear to be quite limber, so give it a go.”
Morgan did as he said, reaching for her ankles as she bent forward, keenly aware of Aaron standing just behind her. “Legs farther apart,” he said, punctuating his words with a light kick with the toe of his boot to her left inner ankle.
Morgan nearly stumbled out of the awkward position as he did this, but managed to right herself. How could anyone be expected to maintain such a position while being walloped with a paddle or whipped with a strap? Hopefully, she would never find out.
“Good. You may rise.”
As Morgan obeyed, Aaron continued, “For the kneeling ass display, you will drop to your knees and lower yourself so your forehead is touching the ground, ass in the air.”
That sounded easy enough, certainly easier than the ankle grab, though how it differed from the offering pose, she couldn’t have said. She lowered herself as directed and lifted her ass.
“Now, reach back and spread your ass cheeks as wide as you can, so your asshole is fully exposed.”
Holy fuck. Yes, that was definitely different. Blushing for the umpteenth time, she did as she was told.
“Keep them spread,” he added, “for the first phase of your punishment.”
Morgan’s heart began to pound as she remained in the incredibly vulnerable position. What was he going to do to her? She very nearly begged for mercy, but managed to keep her mouth closed. She would show the trainer she could take it. She would get through this, and then she would do better.
She could hear him moving around behind her, and then a cold dollop of lubricant was smeared across her nether entrance. There was a nudge of hard rubber—the head of an anal plug. Instinctively she tensed, though with her hands holding herself open, the head slipped in easily enough.
“Breathe,” Aaron reminded her as he pushed the fat phallus deeper inside her. “You’ve taken almost the whole thing. You’re not going to jerk or fall out of position while I seat the plug, and you’re going to keep this plug in your ass for the duration of your punishment. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she managed through a jaw she hadn’t realized she’d been clenching.
You can do this. You can do this. You can— She squealed as the flared base slipped past her resisting sphincter.
“It’s in,” Aaron said with a pat on her bottom. “You may drop your hands. You did well enough. You didn’t move, and I didn’t tell you that you had to be silent. That’s something we can work on as we move forward. For now, get to your feet. Be sure to keep the plug in place.”
It didn’t hurt anymore, though she was certainly aware of its presence. As Morgan managed to get to her feet, Aaron said, “You took the biggest one. Good job.”
A rush of pride welled in her at his praise. It felt good, better than she would have imagined, doing a good job for her trainer. But her happiness was short lived, as he then said, “Now I’ll show you the last position for this morning. It’s called nose to the wall, and is self-explanatory. You’ll spend the rest of your punishment in this position.”
He directed her to a corner of the room. She walked carefully to keep the plug in place, very conscious of the circle of black rubber protruding between her ass cheeks.
“You will stand here with your nose in the corner. Make sure it’s touching the wall at all times.” He took her shoulders and maneuvered her into the humiliating position. He left her and returned a moment later. “I’ll cuff your wrists behind your back to remind you of your place. Put your hands behind your back.”
Her nose touching the vertical line where the walls met, Morgan brought her hands behind her back as directed. In spite of her predicament, a small shiver of pleasure moved through her as the cuffs closed around her wrists. She did love the snug grip of leather. He secured each cuff with a clip, and then clipped them together.
“Stand on your toes,” he ordered. “You will stay on your toes until I give you permission to stand flat. At that time, you will remain in the corner until I come back.”
Morgan lifted onto her toes as his words sank in. Until he came back? Where was he going?
“Permission to speak, Sir?” she queried. She started to turn her head to face him, but his large hand closed firmly on the top of her head.
“Keep your nose touching the wall until you have permission to move.” He pushed her head lightly for emphasis, mashing her nose against the wall. Letting her go, he added, “Now, what did you want to ask?”
“Are you leaving me alone, Sir?” she said into the wall. The idea of standing in the corner all alone with a butt plug up her ass was not one she liked in the least. The real issue was that she hated to be ignored. Maybe it was better than a paddling, but it was also worse in a way, and definitely not something she was used to. Not to mention, her calves were beginning to ache from standing on her toes. How long was she expected to remain in this position?
“Yes, that’s what I said,” he replied without the least bit of concern in his tone. “You’ll wait with your arms cuffed behind your back, a plug in your ass and your nose to the wall until I return. It could be in five minutes. It could be in an hour. Your job is not to question me, Morgan. Your job is to obey.”
Morgan bit back a sigh. “Yes, Sir,” she managed. Her left calf was cramping.
“You may lower your feet and stand flat,” he said as he moved across the room and away from her. “When I return, we’ll assess your cock worship skills.”
In spite of herself, Morgan grinned into the wall. Now that was more like it.
Chapter 6
Aaron reentered the training room thirty minutes later, Scott behind him. He was pleased to see Morgan had remained in position, the anal plug still seated. Though she had only had to stand there, it wasn’t as easy as it looked to remain with your arms bound behind your back, nose touching the wall, for that length of time. He’d half expected to find her slumped down on the floor, or leaning with one shoulder against the wall.
He could tell from the way she straightened and stiffened as he entered that she’d heard him come in, but she managed to resist the impulse to turn around or look back. There was hope yet for this newbie.
Aaron approached her and reached for the clip that held her wrists together. He released it, and removed the cuffs. Then he tapped her shoulder. “Punishment is over. You may turn around.”
Morgan turned slowly, her eyes widening in confusion as they fell on Scott, who had remained just inside the door in an at-ease stance. Aaron followed her gaze and explained, “Our next task is to assess your oral sex skills. Scott will be your subject.”
She looked gobsmacked. Her mouth falling open, she stared from Aaron to Scott and back to Aaron.
The penny dropped as Aaron took in her expression. The girl had actually assumed he would offer his own cock for the oral assessment, and from the look on her face, she had been looking forward to
it.
“Surely you didn’t think you’d be working directly with me on this, er, task,” he said, amused. “I need to be properly focused so I can assess your technique and grace.” That was true as far as it went, but there was more to it. No way would he allow himself to be so vulnerable, so out of control, even if only for the few seconds of climax. No—that was reserved for a lover, not a slave-in-training.
Returning his focus to the task at hand, Aaron instructed, “Drop into dog position so I can remove the plug.”
Morgan dropped at once to her hands and knees, a wash of pink moving over her cheeks as she glanced again at Scott and then away again. She certainly was a blusher, this one. Though Aaron would never tell her, he actually found it rather adorable.
Crouching behind her with a clean cloth, he pulled gently on the end of the plug, dragging the flared base past the tight ring of muscle that held it in place. Morgan drew in a sharp breath as her body released the object, and the rest of it slid out easily.
Aaron wrapped the plug in the cloth and carried it to the counter sink, where he dropped it for later sterilization. Returning to her with a fresh cloth, he gently wiped away any residual lubricant from her asshole, which was already closing back to its asterisk-tightness.
“Excuse me, Sir,” she ventured, twisting back her head. “Permission to speak?”
“Yes, what is it?”
“I, uh”—she tossed her wild hair with a flick of her head—“I need to pee, Sir.”
“Good to know,” Aaron replied. “After the session, you will be permitted to do so.”
“But—”
He cut her off. “No buts. You can hold your urine, young lady. It’s a good test of obedience, and a reminder that your body, including all its functions, belongs entirely to me right now. You will use the loo when I say so, and not a moment before. Are we quite clear on this?”
He could feel the sudden tension in her body—the stiffening of her muscles and the way she held her head—and he half expected her to protest. But then she relaxed, her head dropping forward. “Yes, Sir,” she said softly.
Aaron turned toward Scott, who was watching the proceedings with an amused expression. “You may come in, Scott. Remove your clothing and stand on a yoga mat, arms behind your back.”
“Yes, Sir,” Scott said eagerly as he stripped off his T-shirt and drawstring trousers. He was naked beneath, his cock already rising in anticipation. For a not especially tall man, the guy had a huge cock, long and thick, and it looked even bigger because he was shaved smooth. His girth would be useful for assessing Morgan’s skill at deep throating. If she could handle this guy, she could handle anyone.
Aaron retrieved a folding stool from against the wall and returned to Morgan, who had remained in dog position. “Kneel up in front of Scott. To start with, keep your hands behind your back.” As she rose and moved toward Scott’s mat, he continued, “Your job is to get him fully erect with only your mouth. Then take the shaft in its entirety down your throat, without the use of your hands.” Addressing Scott, he added, “Your job is to not ejaculate unless or until given permission.”
“Understood, Sir,” Scott replied, barely hiding his grin of glee as he stared down at the lovely young woman kneeling before him. She was fixated on his cock, staring at it as if it were a one-eyed monster.
Aaron set up the stool perpendicular to the pair so he would have a good view of Morgan’s technique. She glanced at him, and he gave her a nod to begin.
He got it that she was a bit taken aback by Scott’s endowment, but as she leaned closer to him, she actually wrinkled her nose with apparent distaste or trepidation or both. That would not do.
Aaron reached forward and grabbed a handful of her glossy hair. Yanking back her head, he said sternly, “A properly trained slave does not make a face when she executes tasks given to her by her Master. To be blunt, nobody gives a shit whether you find this particular exercise or this particular cock to your liking or not. A true submissive derives her satisfaction from serving her Master in whatever capacity pleases him. Since you’re obviously a long way from true submission, I’d strongly advise you to fake it until you get there.”
If you ever get there, he didn’t add, though he had to wonder. He’d been pleased by the glimmers of submissive desire and intent Morgan had begun to exhibit, but did she really have what it took to become a true sub? The jury was still out. A lot of it depended on him. He needed to bring her along in her training, keeping her on the path and demanding her very best.
At the same time, he didn’t want to extinguish her spark or the fiery passion he sensed in her. A true sub wasn’t a passive, weak and compliant thing without a thought in her head. A true sub was vibrant and confident. She submitted from a position of strength, not weakness, and that made the submission all the sweeter. The question was—could he get her there in just two short weeks?
At least she looked contrite as she replied, “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
Aaron let her hair go and sat back on the stool. If Scott was offended by her lack of respect, he didn’t show it as he continued to grin down at her, his large cock bobbing inches from her face.
“Go on,” Aaron urged. “Begin with his balls.”
Morgan leaned toward Scott again, her face an unreadable mask. Tentatively, she licked at Scott’s heavy balls, her pretty pink tongue gliding over the loose skin until it tightened. Her hands were lightly clenching and unclenching behind her back, and Aaron could tell she was itching to use them, but she managed to restrain herself.
“Now the shaft.”
Morgan glided her tongue upward along the length of Scott’s shaft and then circled the fat crown of his cock before finally closing her mouth over it.
Scott moaned, and Morgan, her mouth just over the bulbous head, flitted her eyes toward Aaron.
“Don’t look at me,” Aaron said. “Focus on your task. Take him down your throat. Do it slowly and sensually. Make love to his cock as if he were not only your Master, but your lover.”
She closed her eyes and lifted herself on her haunches as she tried to take the huge member into her mouth. She got about half of it into her mouth, and then she pulled back with a small gagging cough, letting Scott’s shaft fall from her lips.
“Oh,” she gasped with dismay. She lurched forward, her mouth open.
Aaron stopped her with a light touch to her shoulder. She looked at him, her eyes wide with alarm.
“Relax,” he said gently. “It’s okay. You need to slow down. You gagged because you’re resisting. You’re letting his size intimidate you, but I know you can do this. Open your throat. Open yourself to the process. You’re not trying to swallow him whole. You’re making love to his cock—to him. Begin again. I like the way you started with his balls and moved up. Do that again, and take your time.”
She blinked rapidly and sniffed. Finally she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Leaning forward once more, she licked his balls, this time taking them into her mouth one at a time, while Scott again moaned his appreciation above her. As she ran her tongue up his shaft, Aaron tried to ignore the erection making itself known in his jeans. She closed her mouth around the head and lowered herself over Scott’s cock, managing to get nearly two thirds of it into her mouth before she again gagged and reared back.
Aaron placed his hand quickly on the back of her head to stop her from letting the shaft fall again from her mouth. “Open yourself, Morgan. Do this for me. Show me your submissive desire to please your trainer. Show me your courage and your strength.”
He must have hit a chord with his words, because the tension she’d been holding in her body suddenly drained away. She leaned forward again, once more moving downward over the shaft, this time not stopping until she’d taken nearly the full length of it down her throat.
Aaron kept his hand on the back of her head, his pressure light but continuous. “Good. Very good,” he encouraged. “Now milk it with your tongue and throat muscles. You may
use your hands as well.”
She brought her hands forward, one cupping Scott’s ball sac while the other curled around the base of his shaft. Aaron dropped his hand as she began to bob up and down.
A shudder moved through Scott’s body, and he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Control yourself, Scott,” Aaron reminded the slave boy. “You know the rules.”
Scott’s eyes opened. “Yes, Sir,” he gasped.
Aaron watched the pair as he discreetly slid his hand into the waist of his jeans to adjust the painful kink in his erection. Christ, she was gorgeous.
He watched awhile as Morgan suckled and stroked Scott, looking for some bit of advice to offer, but it was clear she knew what she was doing. Scott was sweating, his breath rasping in his throat, his entire body trembling with the effort to hold himself back.
“Okay,” Aaron finally said. “You may come, Scott. And Morgan, make sure to swallow every drop.”
Scott wasted no time obeying. With a cry, he thrust forward, nearly causing Morgan to lose her balance. But she managed to hold on as the slave boy ejaculated down her throat.
When he was done, Morgan pulled back, letting Scott’s cock fall from her lips. Lifting her hand, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes flashing with triumph.
“Not so fast,” Aaron admonished. “You’re not quite done yet. You need to lick his shaft and balls clean. Even if you haven’t left a trace of his come, the gesture is not only practical, but symbolic. When you’re done with that, you are to thank him for the opportunity of worshipping his cock. Then you will kiss the top of his foot as a further gesture of your appreciation for being allowed to serve him.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
Scott grinned like a hyena as Morgan executed her orders. Aaron refused to allow the green-eyed monster of jealousy to rear its head in his mind as he ordered his cock to settle down. He could have had Morgan suck him off. He chose not to.