Ugly Girl
Copyright© 2026 by Han Jansz. van Meegeren
19. Once A Teacher, Always In Charge Of The Group
“Imagine this. You’re the lucky one who gets to call Zuzanna your submissive for five years. You come home from work, tired. Zuz greets you in the way you’ve chosen. In clothes that excite you, or completely naked. She’s kneeling opposite the front door, patiently waiting for you, or greeting you with your favourite drink and patiently listening to your day’s experiences. Fun times with your buddies. Annoying times with clients. Frustrating times with management who have no clue how to get the job done. Zuz has prepared a meal for you. There’s always something you’ll like. She prepared several menus for you at the beginning of the week, and you chose what you’ll eat today. Zuz might join you at the table, or perhaps she’s already eaten. Or the portion on your plate is for two, and you feed her spoonful by spoonful. She will spend the evening sitting on the floor at your feet so you can touch her any time you feel the need to. Or you might want to see a porn movie and order Zuz to blow you as you look at the porn flick. Perhaps you want to try different rope techniques on her body to improve yourself with bondage techniques. Some nights it’s necessary to correct her mistakes, and you will have to punish her, even if you don’t want to. It’s your duty as her Master to punish her for mistakes. What would be the point of obeying the rules when the person who is supposed to enforce them doesn’t even see you making a mistake, or worse, has forgotten the entire rule he set?”
Christmas and New Year celebrations were a distant memory, and Valentine’s Day was just around the corner. Sylvia had taken it upon herself to teach Ciaran the basics of a BDSM relationship. She also spent almost the entire day teaching me what behaviour was expected of me. I wasn’t a natural submissive, and I had to be taught everything. I have to admit; I didn’t do it reluctantly. It was intriguing, even after a lifetime with Sylvia and witnessing her frequent submissiveness, to observe the way men and women behave in that way. Sylvia said I was getting better. I have never tried so hard in my life to please a man. I tried to open up to all things I would have considered bizarre a few months ago.
We were sitting at the dinner table, and Sylvia made sure that all the pictures she painted in Ciaran’s mind had properly sunk in.
“Every relationship, perhaps especially a D/s relationship, It’s built on mutual respect, trust, and reciprocity. Outwardly, it may seem as if the dominant partner is the sole dictator of the household. People can endure living under a dictatorship for a while, but they will always rebel at some point. This also applies to the submissive. If you constantly ignore her wishes, leaving her only with humiliation and pain and nothing in return, she will stand up to you, and one bad day—or for her, a good day—will leave you. Consequently, you must consult each other as equal partners, Ciaran. Remember, being called Master does not grant you the authority to make all decisions unilaterally. You can’t fulfil her desires in this relationship if you’re unaware of what they are. True agreement is achievable only when both parties agree.”
“Ciaran, can you tell me what your learning moments are today?”
Sylvia could push Ciaran’s buttons, saying things he’d never stand for from me, yet he always handled it without anger or outbursts. Today he’d left us standing naked outside in the rain for fifteen minutes while he’d taken his time showering. When he let us back in, we were both frozen to the bone. It wasn’t the rain, but the wind that had made it so cold outside.
“So, nice shower?” was his only comment. Both Sylvia and I had been busy with towels to keep each other dry and warm. My teeth were still chattering while we were cooking dinner. At the dinner table, Sylvia was giving her lecture.
“I shouldn’t have let you shower outside?” He guessed.
“No, You are the master, and if you want to leave us outside in the cold, you are well within your rights. Think, Ciaran. What could you have done better?”
“Maybe I should have provided better aftercare?” He already sounded less confident, as Syl had already ruled out the option he’d considered. And he knew she would keep asking.
“While there was room for improvement in that area, it’s not one of the two critical errors you’ve made.”
He sighed. “Please tell me.” With that boyish smile of his, he added, “And I promise I won’t do it ever again.”
“You know what can happen once we are outside, without supervision. We, and especially Zuz, have learned this the hard way. Never leave your sub tied and walk away from her. Thousands of unexpected things could happen to her, and you wouldn’t even notice, or notice too late. Golden rule, Ciaran. Don’t leave your slave girl unattended. The second thing you should aways do before starting a scene, any scene, is give her a chance to use her safeword. Now you literally threw us out of the house after you came home, not checking if the breast bondage which you applied to Zuz this morning and literally turned her tits purple, had caused no damage. Perhaps she would have willingly consented to all of this, but you need to verify that before you take action.
“She is my slave. I can’t check with everything I do if she agrees with me or not. That’s not how it is supposed to work.” He objected.