Chapter 10: Training the Bitch

It’s easy to spend hours playing inside PAIGE, but real life can’t be ignored. There are jobs around the house in need of doing and shopping to do. But all those tasks can be done while my mind drifts along its own daydream. Our new sexual boundaries Rob and I have discovered inside PAIGE have certainly affected my libido. I’m starting to feel horny after spending hours doing mind numbing household chores. However I resist the temptation to release my pent up urges. That will keep me eager to put Liz through her paces tonight. This was due to be our first session together with Rob included, but I’ve decided to defer a threesome for another week. Rob’s grumbling about the change in our arrangements evaporated the moment he discovered that some of his friends were having a party. Now I doubt he’ll get home before morning. In the circumstances, I don’t feel justified in complaining.

I’ve deliberately kept my communication with Liz to a minimum over the last couple of days. I want her to be unsure about what awaits her tonight. Although our messages have been few in number, Liz’s responses to my instructions have been encouraging. My secret doubts about the wisdom of naming her Bitch prove to be unfounded. Liz seems to have no difficulty adopting the name. If it helps her switch into her submissive role, then I’m fine with using that demeaning label. I’m looking forward to a good session with her tonight.

Liz arrives exactly on time and, as instructed, she lets herself into the house. Without any form of greeting between us, Liz promptly goes into the bedroom to remove her coat and prepare for our session. Only when she is ready does she crawl out of the bedroom and kneel in front of me with her hands clasped behind her.

Liz has already given me a description of the clothing she has in her wardrobe. Given her line of work, it comes as no surprise that she has several sexy outfits. I’ve instructed her to wear a low cut minidress. I find the visual effect erotic, and the style of dress provides me with easy access to the sensitive parts of her body with little risk of damaging the dress. So far Liz has demonstrated her ability and eagerness to play by my rules. I reward her by leaning forward and kissing her on the mouth while fondling her right breast. She responds like the sex starved submissive I suspect her to be, although she doesn’t overstep the boundaries of the rules we agreed.

In the short time that I’ve know Liz, I feel that I know her better than I know Mikaela after a decade long relationship. Although I’m sure Liz gets many propositions from the clients of the Buccaneer Club where she works, Liz says that she has steadfastly refused the opportunities for paid sex. At first I doubted her claim as it seemed at odds with her obvious desire to flaunt her body in front of men. But I soon begin to understand her game. She loves teasing men with her delectable body, but she wants to be an untouchable goddess. Perhaps Rob’s initial assessment of Bonny Bess wasn’t too far off the mark. Of course, the downside to her game is that she rarely, if ever, gets the chance to fulfil her own sexual cravings. Frigging yourself is okay up to a point, but sex with a partner is so much better. It’s clear that in Liz’s case, that partner is preferably female.

“You said you had a gift for me tonight,” I say once we break from our kiss.

“Yes, my Lady. I hope it will please you. May I fetch it from the bedroom?”

I give Bitch permission, and even though I didn’t require her to crawl to the bedroom, she does so. She returns and hands me a paper bag containing her gift. I open the bag to find that it contains two leather collars and a small combination padlock.

One is a three centimetre wide stiff leather collar with the word ‘Bitch’ engraved on the front. A small ‘D’ shaped ring is built into the collar to enable a lead or something similar to be attached. Instead of a standard buckle to fasten the collar it has a strong stud at one end which is pushed through one of several holes in the other end. The collar is held in place by attaching the padlock through the small hole in the stud. I put the collar and padlock to one side for the moment while I examine the other collar. This one is much softer and narrower, and is fastened with a small buckle. The words ‘Lady Kylie’ are engraved on the front.

I immediately put the collars around our necks. If nothing else, it reinforces our respective roles. I stop for a few seconds to change the combination on the padlock so that Bitch’s collar can only be removed by me.

“Thank you,” I say. “The collars are lovely. We shall use them in all our sessions in future.”

The look of delight on Bitch’s face gives me a better insight into her desires. She desperately wants to have sex with me ... that much is obvious. My own libido is still sky high after all my sessions in PAIGE. Consequently I defer my plan to test Bitch’s tolerance for bondage and humiliation play, and I decide that we shall satisfy each other’s sexual urges first. I put on the larger strap on cock I bought the other day.

“I’m going to fuck both your cunt and your arse, Bitch,” I say, presenting the strap on cock in front of her mouth. “Wet this cock well unless you want it to hurt.”

Bitch licks and sucks the cock with enthusiasm. I tease her nipples as she does so in order to encourage her. Her nipples soon swell and go rock hard in response to my ministrations. Although I don’t check, I suspect her cunt juices are already flowing. Her efforts with her mouth may be unnecessary. I step back to signal an end to her mouth’s work on the cock.