Page 29 of Be Careful What You Wish For

“My Masters, I so want to commit myself to you, in every way. I don’t fully understand my need; I only know that being a submissive has, until meeting you, only led me into pain. Pain is a part of who and what I am. But there needs to be the pleasure, the pleasing, the protection, the love, otherwise it is assault and abuse. Here you have made me whole. It has been a healing as well as a learning process, and I feel valued, respected, loved, and allowed to be the person I was meant to be. All I ask is that I stay to continue my development and to live out my Calling. I welcome a life shared with you.’

‘A good response indeed. You have been initiated into this life and found it suits you then. Therefore we will now go on to the second and final stage in making this marriage between us. The few weeks we have left before the first day of spring will be spent in preparation. Shadow will begin with your Position Training this morning, and set you a task on which to work.’

Dream Catcher left the room, and Shadow bid her stay in the position she was, but to turn and face where he sat in the chair.

‘Position Training is about obedience, humility, respect. It is aimed at teaching a submissive to assume a set of standard poses when the necessary voice command and signal is given. We will go through the moves one at a time. You must learn them well and be able to automatically give the correct move at any given time. You may be asked to assume a position by a word or hand signal given by either of your Masters. It is a necessary part of the discipline of being a slave. It is particularly important that you know these positions and can perform them without hesitation for the Collaring Ceremony.

‘The position you are in now is the standard slave position. A Master will either snap his fingers or utter the word “Standard”, and you will immediately obey. Your hands must be one on each knee palms up, your chin up also, but your eyes downcast. This is a position used when instructing or talking to you as we are now.’

Abi immediately adjusted her position to accommodate his words.

‘Now, submit to your Master. Bend fully, knees well apart, head to the floor, arms outstretched. This you will do whenever a Master enters the room, and you will remain until told otherwise.’

His hand was on her neck, firmly pressing her down. His fingers ran along her spine until they reached the valley of her bottom. And not for the first time she was surprised at the thrill of being held, tight and secure.

He felt her buttocks, massaging them before spanking them hard. Her groin ached all the more with need, but he released his hold on her, ignoring the shiver of her body as a wave of desire welled up from deep inside.

‘A slave will not come without a Master’s permission,’ he admonished, before proceeding with the lesson.

‘Stand up, legs apart. Hands clasped behind your head. Arch your back. You will come to this position when commanded by the word “Inspect”, or a single hand clap.’

Shadow came up behind her, and involuntary she turned.

‘Keep your head to the front, back arched. Do not ever move unless instructed.’

His hands began to stroke her flanks, taunting and teasing, almost forcing her to move, to go against his instruction just so he could have the excuse to punish her. But no, that was stupid. He was on her side. He only had her best interests at heart... didn’t he?

She shuddered, trying to maintain the position, failing miserably. He moved to hold her tummy with one hand while fingers pressed down her spine, now hurting, prodding, pushing, making her want to break free.

Then in a sudden movement he tilted her sideways, bending her from the waist to the left, thumb and fingers pressing their way down to her bottom.

‘Still some stiffness in the joints; we’ll need to work to make them more supple.’

She had the oddest feeling that they were not really the sentiments behind the words. There was something else, something she had sensed before, but which was now coming through more and more. She couldn’t get an angle on what it was. Only that he had a different agenda to Dream Catcher. He was tricky. He was not always what he seemed.

She regained her upright posture, only to find herself pinioned in turn to the right while he prodded down her left side in the same way.

‘Present.’ He faced her squarely, at the same time making a turning motion with his fist. A hand pushed her head well down, bending her down to her knees.

‘Spread the cheeks of your bottom, and keep your legs wide. This is the “Present” position; remember it and the signal used.’

Holding her firmly, not only with his hands but also with his legs entwined around hers, he spanked her bottom before a finger gently caressed and then pressed inside her anus. ‘Open yourself, slave. You’re tight, but you won’t be that way for long.’

Why did his words sound like a threat? Or perhaps they were meant as a pleasurable experience to look forward to.

‘Now lie on the floor the way you would when I examine you. This is the “Examine” position, indicated like this.’

Holding his hand parallel to the floor, he moved it sharply from left to right. Abi hastened herself into the position, and he moved her hands to her sides, palms facing upward, legs spread wide.

‘You will in future adopt this position when instructed, and it will be used to examine you.’

He knelt down with her and parted her labia, sliding one finger, then two, into her vagina. He watched the expression on her face change, and a single gasp escape her lips as he set up a rhythm using the thumb as a pivot.

‘Remember, slave, you cannot come without permission from your Master.’

He was teasing her. She knew it, but still she couldn’t help the spasms, the tingling, the flow of emotions. His fingers withdrew, glistening with her juices. For a moment, just a short fleeting moment, she held herself on the edge of a climax, and then frustrated by his withdrawal, writhed in a state of high agitation on the floor.

At once he pulled up her knees, widening her legs and holding her firm, and in deadly earnest smacked her several times on her pussy. She knew, even though she couldn’t help herself, that she had once more tested the boundaries, the limits of control he had over her, and failed. She was being punished.

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