Page 30 of Be Careful What You Wish For

He held her until she was still. Then turning her over quickly, spanked her buttocks with a series of hard and calculated smacks until both cheeks glowed warm and red.

The lesson then continued just as if there had been no interruption at all. But Abi was wary, uncertain about the mood which seemed to have taken Shadow over, or where it might lead.

‘These final two positions will play a major part in the Ceremony, and the movements must be fluid. Now kneel as before, but a shoulder width from me. Back straight. Arms behind your back. Head and eyes lowered. This is the “Collaring Position”, and a hand motion will be made by one or other of your Masters by placing our right hand to our throat. Your new

collar, that of true slave, will be placed around your throat as a sign of commitment, together with the words that will pass between us.’

It was the first time she’d had any part of the Ceremony explained, and she listened carefully to his every word.

‘Finally, when cuffs are placed about your wrists you will hear the command “Cuffs Front” or “Cuffs Back”, indicated with the hand signal of an index finger and thumb encircling the left wrist, front or back, depending on which way it is to be.’

Shadow smiled at her look of confusion. ‘Don’t worry; we’ll go through this many times, and I’ll leave a list for you to study so it’ll be perfect on the day.’

Abi let out an audible sigh of relief; it was a lot to remember. For the moves to be smooth it would take time.

‘Now, before I set you your task, come to the couch and let us begin the necessary modifications to your body. It must look the best it can for the Ceremony, and you must be prepared for those things you’ll not know about until The Day.’

Once on the couch her legs were parted and fingers inserted into her vagina, already wet with anticipation. A set of small eggs replaced the fingers, sliding in to vibrate inside her. Then making certain he had her full attention, he uttered the word, ‘Present.’

He made a swift turning motion with his fist, but caught on the edge of a spasming climax it was a moment or two more before she obeyed... too late! He was playing with her again, and she had failed to notice the switch.

He turned her, legs drawn underneath, and spanked her again. ‘Your response must be quicker.’

She hoped his palm stung, but she’d need to watch that such thoughts passed unnoticed by keen eyes. And just to confuse her he added with a wry smile playing about his lips, ‘And yes, it seems we must see to your needs now or we will get no further.’

He held her firmly with one hand, while the fingers of the other returned to her anus and, combined with the vibrating eggs, brought her to a climax within seconds.

But Shadow was not finished. No sooner had she come than he told her to hold her cheeks apart in the true position of “Present”, and using a small hose, bathed the area well before patting her dry. He laughed openly, cruelly, taunting her without hiding what he thought.

‘You are so easy, so relaxed, so ready for what is to come.’

He pushed into her rectum a larger than usual butt plug, and she winced as he manipulated the intruder into place. ‘You need your passage widened,’ he said, answering her unspoken question. ‘But don’t worry; you won’t need it in for long. Now turn onto your back; we need to do the same to your sex.’

The vibrating eggs were driving her crazy, further and further towards another orgasm, but he eased them free and again used the hose to wash her thoroughly before inserting a plug into her vagina.

‘Now stand and assume the position.’ He clapped his hands once, saying, ‘Inspect,’ in a firm and commanding voice. At once she put her hands to the back of her head, legs wide apart, back arched. He placed on her a black leather corset which he tied tight, pulling in the ties, causing her to suck in her breath while ensuring her breasts were on display. Then he clamped each nipple again, causing her to wince, but she knew any protest would result in another punishment.

He pointed to the floor. ‘Standard,’ and she positioned herself at his feet while he sat on a chair.

‘We will finish this session with a task to complete over the next week. You are to pick and prepare a switch. Now the selection of a switch is very important both physically and psychologically. A good switch is taken from a tree in bud, about three-eighths of an inch thick at the handle end, and green, in the interest of bending as it strikes your bottom. You will prune it free of buds, breaking off all twigs, and then you will scrub it with anti-bacterial soap to assure its cleanliness, and leave it to soak in a bathtub of warm water. It will be your duty to check the switches at intervals, for yes, there will be more than one, ensuring the water does not cool. Are there any questions? You may speak freely.’

Abi was bursting with hidden fears she could not easily put into words, and so Shadow, in an act of comfort and strength, added, ‘It is the task which is important in this instance. Whether or not the switch is actually used is irrelevant.’

‘How will I know when the Ceremony is to take place?’ she asked. ‘I’ve no idea of time or even what day it is.’

‘You will know. Trust, remember? When the time is right we will come for you, and you will be ready. So complete the task which has been given. Learn the moves, positions and hand signals. In that way you will be prepared.’

He took her gently in his arms, cradling her in an act of unexpected affection, showing at least some of the deep feelings he had for her as a woman and as a slave soon to commit herself to them. He felt her panic, her fear, her anticipation, and her wonder. Beyond all doubt she would match the name they had chosen for her. He kissed her, an achingly passionate kiss.

‘Trust, my Little One. Know you are in safe hands. You have come Home.’

And then he left her, feeling just like a child waiting for Christmas.

Christmas Comes Early

Christmas was always going to come early, Richard chided himself gently. How could it not when he had such a beautiful protege living alongside him? His thoughts endlessly shaped and shifted around all the possibilities. It was just like having the best ever menu and not knowing which to choose - fillet or rib-eye, or then again leg or breast when it came to chicken. He liked them all.

Suddenly he laughed as he realised the route his thoughts were taking him. It was hard to concentrate, to focus on anything but the body... her body... the lines... her curves... the way she held herself, the way her breasts invited him to explore, to hold, to feel...

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