Chapter 4

She had finished her two-hour workout and having earned the right to shower last week, she showered, then entered the pool for her half-hour swim. She came out of the pool on time. Had another shower at the outside pool shower and then went in to dress for lunch.

She had earned a nice sundress and wanted to wear it today, instead of always being half-naked while eating in front of him. This would be much better. She entered for lunch. He arrived minutes later with an apology for his tardiness. He was three minutes late.

He invited her to serve as he settled into his seat. Today was a seafood chowder. The first taste had lips smacking. She wanted to know how he had found Greta. What her story was. How did she learn to cook like this? Oh, she had so many questions.

He chatted a little as they ate. He shared with her a smattering of the outside world news. Nothing stressful. Just what this Hollywood star was doing with that one. That NASA had launched an unmanned moon rocket. That the Stones announced a final world tour, their third or fourth, final tour, Brant couldn’t remember. He just shared little tidbits. Then lunch was over.

He sat back in his chair, “Baby, I have to say I am quite proud of you, your efforts thus far, your general enthusiasm for your work.” He raised his hand in a soft salute, “I commend you.”

She liked how she felt when he said that. He was proud of her. She felt a warmth flow through her. No one had ever expressed pride in her before. It was a new feeling for her.

“There is a change in your station for the afternoons this week. You will go from lunch to the great room, where you will enthusiastically obey the instructor there. Understood?”

He stood, stepped to the side and pointed down the hall towards the great room. She rose with butterflies in her stomach. She passed in front of him. Close enough to smell him. She liked his scent. She was becoming quite lustful lately.

She turned the corner into the great room and there was Greta. Standing on the other side of the couches, in the open area. Mid floor. Shea had come to a stop. She stood and looked at Greta for a moment. Greta drew her on, with a finger curling in. Greta was pulling her across the floor to stand right in front of her.

She was terrified and had no idea why. Greta was standing in one-inch heeled boots that rose to high calf, two inches below the knee. The boots were black. Shiny. Black. You could do your makeup in them shiny.

Her dark green skirt dropped to just below the knee. Her top was a buttoned-up starch shirt. Under a dark green vest. Her chin was held high. Her nose beaked, curved and narrowed, like an eagle’s. Her grey eyes were the eyes of a wolf, a dangerous wolf. Greta exuded authority at that moment.

She was standing about five feet directly in front of Greta. “He pays me to teach you a little etiquette, a few manners. How to walk, talk, sit and smile like a lady. Live with the pride of Geisha. How to plan a meal. How to set a table. How to read a room. You have much to learn and we don’t have much time to teach you.”

Her next words shocked Shea, “I am a dominatrix, I enjoy hurting little sluts like you. You will learn fast or you will learn to love my canes. Either way, when we part, I promise you, one or the other, you will learn. Learn what I teach or learn to love pain, but learn you shall.”

“Your Lord is most happy if you learn without stripes. I am happy if you do.” Shrugging, Greta adds, “You can’t please all of the people all of the time.”

Finally, with absolute conviction, she added, “We both expect to see improvement daily and we will.”

Greta, hands behind her back, nods her head in the direction behind Shea. Shea turns, to see. Greta states, “Walk back to the door and walk to me. Walk properly. I want to see where we have to begin. Now! Begin. Walk. Turn. Approach me. I thought so,” Greta snorts, “this will be a challenge.”

He has company coming this evening. It would be the end of her third week in training. Brant referred to today as her thirty-day birthday.

Shea wasn’t sure right now if “here” was heaven or hell. Her time spent with him was always enjoyable. Always sexually fulfilling, when events went that way, and they did, at some point, every day.

She was questioned repeatedly but never allowed to answer verbally. She could be made to mouth, not speak a commandment, any commandment, at any time.

She had been taught to maintain proper pussy etiquette. Always shaved, always wet, always ready, always needy. Greta was always on her. Shea was learning fast.

She had to pass each day’s practical test. He would have her show him what she had learned that day. If he was happy, he had her masturbate for him.

He watched her, yes, he was never rude about it or glaring. He always watched. With his gentle smile or an upraised eyebrow when she added something new. She liked him watching her now. She always came within seconds when he released her to cum. She was starting to enjoy it more and more herself.

Then her time spent with Greta could be agonizing, to say the least. Greta was a demanding perfectionist with a three-eighths round, bamboo cane, that she was very quick to use when her student didn’t do something right.

Her teaching method was simple. Greta would explain what she wanted. Show how it was to be done. Then the student would execute the task herself. Mistakes were immediately pointed out, solutions offered for compliance, then one last mistake could be acceptable then, never, ever again, without pain. Three strikes and you were struck.

The student learned fast or found herself spending her evenings massaging pain creams over welts that could rise half an inch or better on her backside, her arms, her thighs, wherever the bamboo cane struck.

After her third strike for lowering her chin, to look down, Greta demanded she halts. Walked over to a box. A steel band-wrapped, wooden box. It looked heavy. Her back was to Shea.

Greta reached into the box. There was a crinkling of plastic. She reached in again. Three seconds later, she bent over once more and reached into the box. Then she stood up and turned around. In her right hand was a long, two-inch round, straight as a rod, dildo in her hand. With some goo sitting on top.

She walked over to Shea, the dildo extended in front of her on slightly bent arms, still in her right hand. She was offering it to Shea. Shea didn’t want it. Didn’t want anything to do with it. Shea took half a step back.

Whap! Pain exploded on her upper right thigh. Greta had hit her with the cane using her left hand. She had always used her right before.

“With this shoved up your cunt you will be constantly reminded to keep your chin up. Your Lord doesn’t want you to be a submissive concubine, he wants you to be an influencer. To be a courtesan when called upon. He expects you to learn. He expects me to teach you. He wants it done with as little marking as possible. You have forced me to correct you five times.

“The corrections are leaving beautiful stripes as far as I see them, your Lord will see them as my failings”.

“I, don’t, fail! You will learn!” Greta jabs the dildo toward Shea, raising her left hand at the same time. Shea accepted the thing. She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to be hit anymore either. Greta was offering no options.

Greta continued, softening her tone a little, “I know you are new to this. I want you to understand and accept that I am not new. I have been doing this for well over half of my life. I am as good at training little sluts, as I am at cooking. And I’m a great cook aren’t I?” Greta is nodding her head on saying the last. Her head nodding and Shea’s passion for her cooking, had Shea nodding her head as well.

That’s what Greta sought. She could almost feel the tension in Shea declining. Greta now shaking her head no, was saying, “And you can’t imagine a reason I would lie to you about my ability to teach you everything you need to know, to pass this phase of your program?” Shea’s head shaking no now as well, as she is thinking ‘No, no I can’t.’

“What I am going to have you do, I have had many girls do. When you insert this fully, he will be just shy of your cervix. I know this because we have a perfect representation of your vagina, where everything sits, and how you react to it. We know your cunt right now, better than you do. Trust me”.

Shea felt violated. His anger rose fast. Greta raised a hand to stop her or at least slow her down and spoke slowly. “Think back to last week. Some of the special toys you played with? They took measurements, and readings, of your interior lining.”

“He does this so that tools, and toys, as you girlies like to refer to them, can be specially made to provide the greatest benefit possible. Your Lord has very high expectations. He takes his work very seriously. He truly believes he is saving all of you vixens. I don’t know and I don’t care. I like my position.”

“I get to do the three things I love most in life living here. I get to cook, I get to play with beautiful young girls the way I like to, with some restrictions,” Greta shrugs, “and I don’t have to mingle with a goddam soul I don’t want to.”

Shea kept her head up the rest of the day. She had to position the straightener at the beginning of each class following for the rest of the week. She was not caned for lowering her head again.

Her posture, walking, sitting and standing were all high society now. She could fit in any high-end restaurant in the world now. In just a week. Greta’s methods got results. Brant was thrilled.

They were all focused this afternoon, getting things ready for the evening. Even he was helping, set this there, move that over there. Greta directed their efforts. She knew exactly what she wanted. The house was ready for guests by five pm.

While Greta cooked up a feast, he took their student out to the pool for a chat, before the guests arrived.

He watched her walk out the back door. Her walk had changed. She was much more poised. Her hips now had a gentle, yet enticing sway. Her head was held high, her chin up, shoulders back, she exuded comfortable confidence, pride and beauty, as she walked to the seats off to the side of the pool deck. She was coming along quite nicely.

She gracefully settled into her chair. Her back remains straight. No slouch at all. She is a well-brought-up young lady. Hands in her lap. She faces him, an unusual eagerness in her eyes. He is stumped as to what the cause for eagerness could be then he finds it. Tonight’s guests.

Maybe she thinks the quests will present her with an opportunity to escape or at least get the word out about her captivity. She would be disabused of that idea once the guests arrived. He felt a twinge of sadness for her.

He was already starting to develop feelings for her. It always happened with the best. She was going to be one of the very best he had ever saved.

She was ahead or on schedule on every tract. Her scores were excellent across the board. He was slowly allowing a little pride in her to emerge. He had been hurt before. Still, she was doing great and he was smiling.

“You have settled in well Baby”. They were looking at each other across the flower arrangement on the glass table out by the pool. She was a vision of casual beauty. She allowed a small smile. She had to be cautious around him. She didn’t want to miss anything, do anything, to be kept from tonight’s event.

She could not put her finger on why she was so excited about this evening and the quests coming. There were to be six guests, as seating for an eight-person dinner had been set. The aromas coming out of Greta’s kitchen had everyone’s bellies growling. That shouldn’t excite her this much. She had the pleasure of eating Greta’s cooking daily.

It had to be that guests, strangers, were coming. That had to be it. He said three couples would be coming. All good friends. People he trusted. Trusted to know where he lived. Maybe she was having premonition feelings. Maybe something really good was going to happen tonight. Maybe...

“I see that Greta caught you high yesterday. What brought that on?” He was looking at the welt on her shoulder that the thin strap of the sundress could not hide as the cane had struck her high across the shoulders. Her nose scrunched up a little, and her shoulders went back a little, “Awe, I see, you forgot shoulder discipline, didn’t you?” She nodded in agreement. She kept her shoulders straight. She was becoming ever more self-disciplined. He liked it.

Posture was very important in first impressions, and first opinions being established, posture tended to pay off.

“Our guests this evening will be properly attired for the dinner. Will you be comfortable wearing your shift or would you like to earn something more appropriate for the evening?” She immediately slid off the lawn chair onto her knees with the intent of crawling over to him to pleasure him. He laughed, putting his hand up to stop her.

“No, not that.” His enjoyment of her response, remained on his face, as she knelt in front of him. Legs tight together, breast sitting perky, ready, her lips, oh, her lips.

“Back into your chair Baby and I will explain how you can earn your evening attire”. She was feeling pretty feisty this evening. Wanted to show him another side of her.

Probably because she was being forced to maintain a very high level of sexual awareness, as she had been performing the well-mannered courtesan all week.

With slow, premeditated moves, she slinked back into her chair. His eyes revealed his pleasure at how she was resetting herself. She exuded sexuality in every move. Then as she was easing back into her chair, her foot slipped out from under her and she somehow ended up sliding off the chair, to the stone deck and landing on one cheek with a whoosh of lost air.

He couldn’t help himself. She had been doing so well and then the slip. The comical way she slid down, her bum hitting the stone, the look on her face. He exploded with a true mirth-filled laugh.

Tears sprung forward in his eyes. He had to lean forward, arms crossed over his stomach, to keep himself from doing something he’d be embarrassed by. He laughed for a full ten seconds. She was terribly embarrassed. He saw this and fought to contain himself. It took a bit.

Her embarrassment morphed into anger. Her face went from the pink of embarrassment to the raging red of anger. She wanted to blast him with her thoughts. To tell him it wasn’t funny. That she had worked so hard. She dug deep not to speak her mind.

The first commandment is now well established within her psyche. To calm herself, as Greta would say, to compose herself. Breath.

Finally, controlling himself, he commenced once more. “You have your ring?” She did. She always did now.

Greta had informed her she was to ring edge at least four times a day. Breaking the day into before breakfast, then what would be Greta’s coffee time both morning and afternoon, then before bed and sleep. She would receive two twenty-minute pussy breaks when Greta had her coffee.

After the first break, at which she had put in minimal effort towards edging, Greta noted her complexion, and her breathing, she took her wrist to check her pulse. Then she stepped back and struck her across the buttocks three times with her four-foot-long cane. It hurt! Shea jumped with each strike. She didn’t know what was going on. After the three, Greta pointed down, to the floor. She got the indication.

She dropped to her knees in front of the beast. Greta the beast. When she looked up to find the beast’s eyes, the beast spoke, “When you accept a task, you know you are expected to enthusiastically execute the said task. What does your second commandment say?”

Greta waited for a response. Shea replied in rote, without sound, “I shall obey my Lord and Master, in all things and everything, at all times, with the appropriate enthusiasm.”

“You know what’s required, you must learn to fully understand what’s required. Your body tells me you did not engage in your task with the appropriate enthusiasm. I am sure you will remember this correction on your future pussy breaks?”

She edged on each break since, with zeal. Over enthused even. She was never punished for lack of enthusiasm again. She drove herself nuts though.

Her third commandment was never to cum without her Lord’s permission. With all the cameras around, she took the order to heart. She wanted as little to do with the beast’s cane as possible. She did not want to be recycled. She would be a good girl.

While she had been recalling why the ring was always with her, she had shown him the ring in her palm, while dextrously rolling it around in her fingers until the flattened portion ended up sitting on top of her index finger as a ring should. He smiled. She was starting to show off. Good.

“Edge for me Baby”. She hated being called Baby but she didn’t hesitate. She started edging under her sun dress. She knew what she was doing now whenever she had to put the toy to use. Her body temperature rose quickly. Her face flushed. Her breath quickened. She knew he would stop her at her highest point. He always did, when he asked her to edge.

He liked taking her right up to the last few seconds and then having her stop. She hated it. Loved it. Never wanted to do it again. Probably. Maybe.

He was explaining how important it was that she just go with the flow of events this evening. He wasn’t stopping her. She couldn’t hold it off much longer. She pled to him through her eyes. He was watching closely. He shook his head in the negative. She wasn’t to cum

She knew it. She was on the very edge, the precipice of a great orgasm. He didn’t stop her. He whispered, “Cum, Baby, come for your Lord”. She exploded. It was another squirter.

They had started earlier in the week. The longer he made her edge before orgasm the more violent the release was becoming. She was shaking all over now. Slumped down in her chair. She was a mess. She was done.

He sat there smiling. Her trembling stopped. She began to compose herself. When ready, sitting straight up again, she found his eyes. Hers said thank you. He nodded acceptance of her thanks. “There’s a new outfit in your bedroom. You may go see it”. Her excitement returned, as she did just what he suggested.

On arrival in her sweet sixteen bedroom, the good girl’s room. She wanted to shower first. Dropped her sundress as she walked across her bedroom, into the amazing bathroom that was all hers. Right into the shower.

She looked down at the already drying urine and secretion from skene’s gland on her upper thighs. She has learned that from a file. It was yellowish white to clear when drying. Girl cum. She giggled.

Shea looked down at her shaved vagina. No hair was the price for bathroom access. As soon as she heard the price over dinner the first week, her hand shot up in the air and her head began nodding, she would do it!

When she presented herself for inspection, he did it with tweezers in hand. He pulled out every follicle she had missed and started at her armpits, pussy, and arse and even found a grab able hair off her calf. It was a miserable exercise for her.

He informed her that hair removal was not a commandment at this time. It was optional. However, bathroom access required complete body hair removal daily. She shaved every morning in the shower. Everything and she had ever since.

There was a pretty pink dress laid out. A girl’s simple bell-shaped dress. The material though was as soft as down feathers, a very short fuzzy material in that it changed shades when rubbed across, suede would come to mind. It was a micro suede fabric, a polyester. She lifted it to her face and drew in the scent of wildflowers while she washed her face with the dress. It felt luscious.

She couldn’t wait to try it on. She looked young. A lot younger than she could remember seeing herself. She looked happy. She loved how the purples excited her rich auburn coloured hair. She found soft red lipstick on the bed under the dress and some eyeliner. She smiled her appreciation.

When she came out of the bathroom she didn’t look quite so young.

She heard the sound first. The whap whap whap grew in volume as they approached. She ran out of her room to the front of the house to see what she could see. Brant was standing at the big picture window. She noted he was wearing a suit as she approached his side to see what he was looking at. The chopper was spinning about in preparation for landing. When it was down they could just see the top of it, the main rotors turning, over the desert setting, that existed on top of the roof of the garage.

Five minutes later, the two watched as the helicopter rose into the air, its nose dipped down and was off, at a fast speed, back to where it came from. The door chime sang. He turned from her to go answer the door. She could see the guests out on the stoop.

They were three couples. Dressed to the nines, was her thought, on seeing them all in the foyer. Brant introduced her to each couple. Male first, then the male would introduce his accompanying escort. Shea couldn’t remember a single name.

The first man She had been introduced to was the most perfect, man-looking man she had ever seen. He was god-like to her. She thought he was gorgeously beautiful. She felt herself flood at the site of him. Clamped her thighs along with her pussy, knowing, too much edging.

She has been instructed to edge once before coming out to meet the guests. She was a robot. She wasn’t now.

He bends forward and kisses her hand as she was introduced as Brant’s latest student, Baby. Shea shot daggers at Brant through her eyes. He smiled in return.

The kiss from gorgeous was a whisper. His warm brown eyes were an indication of much more to come. She trembled at her thoughts. His smile increased. He introduced her to his lady. She was gorgeous as well. They were a gorgeous couple.

The dinner conversation was light. References to past events Shea had no knowledge of. She tried to pay attention to it but didn’t do too well. She was watching, analyzing, and judging the women in attendance. They were all beautiful and seemed to possess perfect manners throughout the dinner. Who were they?

They sat as couples. Male to female, four to a side of the table. No one sat at foot or head. Everyone looked across at the person speaking on the other side of the table. The men did the talking. The women were all beautiful and appeared happy. Shea was finally getting bored at peeking at everyone and had lost the male conversation when Brant rose and invited everyone to follow him out onto the front deck, to look across the valley.

For the men to enjoy a Cuban cigar and Courvoisier and the women a sherry they all enjoyed. The men drifted to the left as the women set off to the right. Once far enough a part that they could barely hear the male baritones. The gorgeous male’s escort reintroduced herself once again as Melody and she said these are my two sisters, Ambrosia and Candy.

Melody continued, “We see that Greta is still up to her old tricks”. When Shea didn’t seem to understand what she meant, Melody reached out and lightly touched her shoulder. On the welt. Shea understood her reference now and more. Understood that Melody, and she quickly noticed the knowing grins on the other ladies, that they all knew about Greta. Knew what she was going through!

Before her mind could get any further into the thought line, Ambrosia suggested, “Pay attention to her Baby, she helped us all immensely.” All the girls agreed. Shea was feeling overwhelmed all of a sudden. She was still processing that they knew what was going on here. Why didn’t they stop it? She wished they wouldn’t call her Baby.

“Where are you at, phase three, four, have you earned speech yet?” Shea shook her head sadly. Melody, this time reaching out to touch Shea’s forearm, said, “We have been there and know your daily frustration.”

Again every one was nodding and agreed with her. She said, “I won’t speak for the other girls but I couldn’t have made it if I’d been able to argue it all the way. The first commandment probably saved my life.” Agreement all around once more.

Then Candy spoke up, “I still remember my phase three. I had been such a slovenly, lazy girl in my first life it took, forever, to pass phase three. Everything she taught me was so new to me.” Understanding from all.

Then Candy showed a shudder across her body and added, “I can still remember that dam cane”. She was looking from one to another for confirmation. “I can still feel it on my backside,” offered Melody.

Then Candy looked to Shea, “Does she still have it?” Then spreading her arms out, hands out, to about four feet, Candy proved that she remembered the cane Greta used in her training, being about this long. Shea nodded in the affirmative. The other girls actually giggled. They each had their memories.

Shea took heart from the thought that one day she may look back on this time and laugh about it. She hadn’t seen such a possibility until now.

Ambrosia inquired as to if she had met any other sisters. She indicated no. Ambrosia then smiled and said to the others. “I guess we all know why we got the invite to be here tonight”. The other two nodded knowingly. “And only during phase three. He must have high hopes for you my dear,” Ambrosia suggested. The others nod their agreement.

“Just in case you are a little behind in the mystery. Of why were are here this evening. It is obvious to us that Brant wants you to meet us. To see what the finished product looks and lives like.” She smiled and then did a little twirl. “Like what you see?”

Melody picked it up there, “We are all graduates of the academy. Ambrosia and I have known each other now, what, six years?” Ambrosia agreed. “And we have known Candy for the last four.

“We have all been reborn. Given a second chance and I can say without a doubt that we all prefer our present lives so much so, we have never reached back into our pasts. Those girls are dead”. Then all three stated, “May they Rest In Peace.”

All three then clasped their hands in front of their hips and Shea could just hear them all mumbling, in chorus. She couldn’t make out the words. They were done in a minute. When they looked up all were smiling.

“We, I’m sure somewhat like you, were picked up from the street where we were all using daily, Candy and I overdosed. Ambrosia figures she was just days away. He found us. Brought us each here at different times. He only helps one woman at a time.

“He offered us all the same deal we know he has offered you. We all chose the third path and worked very hard to learn everything we were asked to and for each of us, that led to a private sale to a great Lord. We are all happy today.”

Ambrosia with a hint of surprised enthusiasm quipped, “That’s it! That’s why we’re here. He thinks you’re going to be exceptional enough for a private sale! Maybe to someone we know! Wouldn’t that be wonderful!” She clapped her hands and the other two joined in. Their joy was invigorating, Shea’s spirits rose to the highest they’d been since she’d been reborn. Yes, reborn.

The three started speculating amongst themselves who they thought might be a suitable Lord for her within their social circle. Shea didn’t know any of the men spoken about, she fell into her thoughts. ‘Are they all truly this happy? Being pleasure slaves? Was it possible? Was there hope? Could what she been going through, genuinely be worth it in the end?’

Melody was asking a question. She had to repeat it. Shea wanted to apologize. Melody laughed it off and asked once more, “Do you prefer blonds or brunettes?” Shea had a puzzled look on her face. Ambrosia said, “She’s so cute”. This got another giggle from all. “In men, dreamer, blond or brunette men. What’s your preference?”

Shea was in the conversation now, thinking how to act out blond when Melody raised her both hands to chest high, then the right one higher saying blond, then the left hand up, brunette. Shea indicated her right hand and giggled. They all did.

Do you prefer big and strong or small and nimble?” Her right hand was big. Shea chose big. If she had to have a man she wanted one who wouldn’t hurt her but could protect her. Life was hell.

“Muscular or so, so. Muscular! Oh girls she wants a Norse god! Like mine!” This generated the loudest laugh yet. Shea, laughing along with them. No one had said she couldn’t laugh. The laughter attracted the attention of the men.

Brant wandered over. The ladies made a space for him in front of them all. They all waited for him to speak.

“I hear you are all enjoying the evening?” He posed it as a question, his smile and easy manner didn’t elicit any tension in the group. “I invited you here this evening to provide Baby with an opportunity to see what could be in front of her. I couldn’t think of a better three-sum for her to see what being good, smart and eager can get you.

“Have they been sharing their stories with you Baby Girl?” Fuck she hated that name. Keeping her smile on when he used that name was becoming an issue. She was sick of it. It was bloody demeaning. She wanted it stopped.