Standing with her hands on her hips, she continued, “I have also told him that I will give you some instruction in the proper behavior of a submissive. You don’t want to embarrass him tonight at the Marquis.” She stared straight at Cassie, never taking her eyes from her face as she added “And in future you will remember to address me properly, the title is Mistress.”
Holy shit.
“Do I make myself clear?”
As Mistress de Silva’s words sank in, she was stunned. Matt had arranged for her to be trained. She wondered if he had meant this as a treat for her or as a statement of how woefully inept she was as a submissive. In the books she enjoyed reading most of the submissive characters underwent rigorous training either with their masters or prior to achieving a master of their own. Had he found her lacking?
She had wondered earlier at how much more knowledgeable he had appeared to be than she was. She admitted to herself that there was a chance that perhaps he had undertaken some training without her knowing. Once again her excitement started to climb. If he had gone to all this trouble to arrange proper instruction for her, then perhaps he meant to carry on with his role of master. Her happiness soared at the thought of extending the dynamics of their new relationship beyond the weekend. He had brought her fantasies to life and she wanted to do the same for him in return. As a complete novice to the lifestyle, she knew she would have lots to learn. Her biggest failures to date, she admitted to herself, were her inability to verbalize her desires and her lack of obedience. She must learn to trust him fully, after all she reasoned, he apparently had a far better grasp of the lifestyle than she did. She would pay attention and learn everything she could in the time she had available. If he was going to embrace the lifestyle, then she was determined that she would become the best submissive, and the only submissive that he would want. She definitely didn’t want him wandering off to find someone more suited to his needs. She decided to accept the training with good grace and banished the idea of calling him to return and collect her.
She trembled as she remembered how masterful he had become in the last 48 hours, and she fervently hoped that he did indeed intend to become her full-time master.
Cassie swallowed the lump that had appeared from nowhere in her throat, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Mistress de Silva looked pointedly at her.
“Yes, Mistress,” Cassie replied, even though the words nearly stuck in her throat. There was a big difference between playing the submissive with Matt as they had last night, and having to act the submissive to someone else, and a woman at that. It didn’t feel right! However, Cassie was conscious of the fact that Matt had left her here to learn and she hoped it was because he had wanted to progress the relationship they had now embarked upon. If that meant she had to put up with this creature, then put up she would. The six hours were going to feel like an eternity, but she was determined to pass any task the Mistress set her. Mistress de Silva nodded, satisfied that Cassie would now obey her instruction.
“Right, first things first,” she said, “We need to get you bathed and shaved before we start looking for a suitable outfit.”
The Mistress looked pointedly at the juncture of her thighs, and at Cassie’s gasp of surprise, she continued, “No self-respecting sub has pubic hair. You need to be totally clean and open to your Master. Why Master Matt has even allowed you to go around as you are is beyond me. He has obviously been far too lenient with you.”
Chapter 7
Was she so lacking? Humiliation washed over her as she thought about how Matt saw her. Was she a failure as a submissive? Was that why he had arranged her training? She felt like a student who had been rebuked by her teacher.
Walking toward the door, Mistress barked out, “Follow me.” She cast
Holy shit.
“Do I make myself clear?”
As Mistress de Silva’s words sank in, she was stunned. Matt had arranged for her to be trained. She wondered if he had meant this as a treat for her or as a statement of how woefully inept she was as a submissive. In the books she enjoyed reading most of the submissive characters underwent rigorous training either with their masters or prior to achieving a master of their own. Had he found her lacking?
She had wondered earlier at how much more knowledgeable he had appeared to be than she was. She admitted to herself that there was a chance that perhaps he had undertaken some training without her knowing. Once again her excitement started to climb. If he had gone to all this trouble to arrange proper instruction for her, then perhaps he meant to carry on with his role of master. Her happiness soared at the thought of extending the dynamics of their new relationship beyond the weekend. He had brought her fantasies to life and she wanted to do the same for him in return. As a complete novice to the lifestyle, she knew she would have lots to learn. Her biggest failures to date, she admitted to herself, were her inability to verbalize her desires and her lack of obedience. She must learn to trust him fully, after all she reasoned, he apparently had a far better grasp of the lifestyle than she did. She would pay attention and learn everything she could in the time she had available. If he was going to embrace the lifestyle, then she was determined that she would become the best submissive, and the only submissive that he would want. She definitely didn’t want him wandering off to find someone more suited to his needs. She decided to accept the training with good grace and banished the idea of calling him to return and collect her.
She trembled as she remembered how masterful he had become in the last 48 hours, and she fervently hoped that he did indeed intend to become her full-time master.
Cassie swallowed the lump that had appeared from nowhere in her throat, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Mistress de Silva looked pointedly at her.
“Yes, Mistress,” Cassie replied, even though the words nearly stuck in her throat. There was a big difference between playing the submissive with Matt as they had last night, and having to act the submissive to someone else, and a woman at that. It didn’t feel right! However, Cassie was conscious of the fact that Matt had left her here to learn and she hoped it was because he had wanted to progress the relationship they had now embarked upon. If that meant she had to put up with this creature, then put up she would. The six hours were going to feel like an eternity, but she was determined to pass any task the Mistress set her. Mistress de Silva nodded, satisfied that Cassie would now obey her instruction.
“Right, first things first,” she said, “We need to get you bathed and shaved before we start looking for a suitable outfit.”
The Mistress looked pointedly at the juncture of her thighs, and at Cassie’s gasp of surprise, she continued, “No self-respecting sub has pubic hair. You need to be totally clean and open to your Master. Why Master Matt has even allowed you to go around as you are is beyond me. He has obviously been far too lenient with you.”
Chapter 7
Was she so lacking? Humiliation washed over her as she thought about how Matt saw her. Was she a failure as a submissive? Was that why he had arranged her training? She felt like a student who had been rebuked by her teacher.
Walking toward the door, Mistress barked out, “Follow me.” She cast
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