Bought and Trained (10 page)

Still holding the chain between her nipple clamps lightly, Leo brought his mouth to
Rose’s ear. She smelled his masculinity and it seemed to overpower her simply by virtue
of the way it signified
He is a man, and you are a woman, and, so, as you always knew, every time you touched
yourself in bed, reading
Schoolgirl Tales
, and whispered to the night “Oh, sir, please, no… please don’t… No, I’ve never been
fucked, sir…,” he is your master.

“Congratulations, Rose,” Master Leo murmured into her ear, “you passed the test, and
earned your nipple clamps. You are a lovely little slut, with a lovely, smooth, bare
little cunt, and it’s almost time to take you to the Institute. There’s only more
thing I need from you before we go.”

He paused. What would it be? If she didn’t do it, or do it properly, would Master
Leo put the red collar back around her neck?

“You’re going to put on a little show for me, and for my colleagues at the Institute,
and above all for your new owner. I’m going to read you your favorite bedtime story,
and you’re going to play with yourself until you have a nice little orgasm. So I want
you to go into your bedroom and choose your favorite story, and put a bookmark there
and leave the book, or the magazine, on the dresser. Then I want you to lie down on
your back on your bed, with your knees up and spread, and your hands under your backside,
holding your ass cheeks. While you wait for me to come in and read you your story,
I want you to think about how you’re going to feel when you finally meet your new
owner, and what you would like to do to show him how happy you are to be his concubine.”

Master Leo had done it again; Rose blushed as she went to obey him. He had put the
Penthouse Forum
and
Schoolgirl Tales
on the dresser, but she had absolutely no hesitation, because she wanted to come as
soon as she could, to make the humiliation of having to play with herself for the
camera as brief as it could be. She chose ‘No Panties for Alice’ from
Schoolgirl Tales
, her all-time favorite story, and found a tissue to use as a bookmark, and laid the
book on the dresser.

Then she looked at her bed, where before yesterday she had slept soundly so many nights
after playing with herself so very wickedly. On that bed, yesterday, she had been
disciplined with the anal punisher. On it she had ridden only the second cock she
had ever seen in real life, the enormous cock of her new master, and riding that cock
she had three orgasms. On that bed she had been thoroughly fucked; upon it she had
then been hogtied.

Now, she would have to play with herself on that bed again, but so very differently
than before.

She got on the bed and assumed the position Master Leo had specified, thinking of
exactly what he had told her to think about. What was her new owner like? Would he
be kind to her, if she was good?

She looked down her body, at the mirror; she had not needed any instruction from Master
Leo to tell her that she was supposed to arrange herself in that direction, so that
she could see herself in the mirror. With her hands under her bottom cheeks she felt—as
she was sure she was intended to feel—like she was offered to the mirror, and to the
camera that soon would be there, to record her little show.

Her fingers moved, of their own accord, just a bit, and the motion of her bottom cheeks
communicated itself to her pussy, and called a little whimper of submissive pleasure
from her throat.

Would her owner make her play with herself, while he watched? Why would he do that?
Why would Master Leo do that? What did it mean to be a concubine? Why Rose? Why not
some other girl?

She thought about ‘No Panties for Alice,’ and about the way Alice learned her new
lesson: the headmaster called her to his study and told her that she would go there
every day for a special lesson. The headmaster told Alice that if he found her wearing
panties when he lifted her skirt to give her the special lesson, he would cane her.
When the headmaster told Alice that, Alice had no choice, because if she didn’t go
he would write to her parents to say that Alice had been found playing with herself
with her panties down.

At the thought, and the mental image of eighteen-year-old Alice with no panties under
her plaid skirt, she felt her fingers moving on her bottom cheeks again, and she couldn’t
help another whimper as she felt her bare pussy lips moving against each other just
a little at the nearby movement of her backside. That was what being a concubine was,
wasn’t it? It was about having no choice, because your master had the red collar,
and he could put it on you any time.

It seemed to Rose suddenly that it didn’t matter why Master Leo had come to take
her
to the Institute, rather than some other girl. The Institute knew that Rose should
have no choice but to serve an owner, who would know how to use her for his pleasure.
Master Leo knew how to train girls like Rose, and he could pick as many of them up
and take them there as he had space in his van to carry, and time to break as he had
broken her.

Rose belonged to her owner now—what had Master Leo said about that? She was part of
a strange, but real, family.

“Lovely,” said Master Leo, when he came in, dressed in his jeans and black shirt again.
He brought a chair, and put it next to Rose’s bed; then he brought his phone and put
it again on the tripod and started to record. “Seems like you were a little bit naughty
in here already, Rose,” he said, gazing down at her pussy. “You look a little shiny
there.” He smiled and patted her right on her pussy, so hard that the pats were really
soft slaps, and Rose cried out, “Please… no!”

Leo laughed. “Don’t worry, Rose. I didn’t tell you to keep yourself dry, so you’re
not in trouble. This bedtime story…”

Rose screwed her face up in confusion at that, so Leo explained, “I know you’re wondering
why you’re having a bedtime story at ten in the morning. That’s because I’m going
to give you your sleeping pill after that, so that you’ll have a nice peaceful ride
in my van—and maybe my plane, too? Who knows?”

Rose looked frightened now. “Don’t worry, Rose. The Institute is lovely, and very
safe. Being a clever girl, I’m sure you’ve realized that I’m not lying about how valuable
you are, and although I can understand the nerves, I’m pretty sure you’ll get used
to the idea that your safety—even your happiness, in a roundabout way—is my most important
responsibility. Your owner wants a well-trained girl, and well-trained girls need
to know that they are safe, so that they can focus on their training, and, afterward,
on pleasing their masters.”

He picked up
Schoolgirl Tales
from the dresser, and looked at the picture on the cover, of the barely legal girl
in the plaid skirt, bent over her desk, looking back over her shoulder with her hand
upon her bottom as if to shield it from the headmaster’s cane.

“I can’t say I’m surprised, Rose, though I did want to read a little more of ‘Backdoor
Pleasures.’” He opened the book to the place where Rose had put the tissue, at the
start of ‘No Panties for Alice.’

“No Panties for Alice,” he read. He looked at Rose, with a sort of librarian-ish air.
“Alice gets butt-fucked, I hope?” he asked.

Rose swallowed, and nodded her head where it lay upon the pillow.

“Well, that’s promising, at least,” Leo said.

He settled himself in the chair. “So, Rose,” he said, “I’ll read until you come. There’s
no right or wrong way for you to play with yourself, except for one thing: you may
only touch your pussy from
under
your thighs. Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Rose said. She said it automatically, and that little thing confirmed
again that he had broken her.

“Very well. Let’s begin.” He turned his eyes to the page, and began to read aloud,
pausing at the end of every few sentences to glance at the progress of Rose’s self-abuse.

“The headmaster called Alice to his study on the first day of the second week of term.”
Rose had closed her eyes, and her face wore an expression of concentration, as if
she were trying to forget that she was putting on a show for the camera. Leo was unconcerned;
not only could she not forget, but he was sure she would soon be opening those eyes
of her own accord. “‘Alice,’ he said, ‘you have been chosen by me for a special tutorial.
You will come here to my study every day at this time, and learn certain important
things about your body, and about the ways of men.’” Rose gave a low moan at the bit
about Alice’s body, and Leo watched the fingertips of her right hand touch her pussy
lips very lightly. Sure enough, her eyes flicked open, and he watched her see, in
the mirror, what her hand was doing, and instinctively do it a little more firmly.

“Alice was confused, but she said ‘Yes, headmaster.’ The headmaster said, ‘Alright,
then, I shall see you tomorrow. Listen carefully, Alice. You must remove your panties
before you come to my study.’” Really, it was a charming story, Leo thought, as he
watched Rose lose herself in the feeling of playing with her own bare pussy as if
it were someone else’s, and of feeling how the loss of her grownup hair there made
it strange and sensitive. She arched her back, and then relaxed it; she moved her
head from side to side.

“‘But, sir,’ said Alice, ‘I mayn’t go back to my room during the day!’ ‘What is that
to me?’ asked the headmaster. ‘You’ll just have to do without panties entirely, it
would seem.’ The next day, Alice had to keep her hands on her knees, to hold her skirt
down, all through her morning classes, before it was time to go to the headmaster’s
study at 11, while all her friends went to study hall, giving her envious looks as
they went.”

Rose had worked the two middle fingers of her right hand upward, and was rubbing her
clit quickly, breathing hard. Leo watched her eyes open again, to steal a look at
the mirror, and heard her give a little gasp at the sight of the bad girl, in her
cuffs and belt and collar, commanded to put on this lewd show for the camera, and
for the mirror.

“As soon as the headmaster had let her in, and closed the door behind her, Alice heard
his voice at her back, saying, ‘I’m sorry, Miss Pierce, but a headmaster has certain
needs.’ Suddenly he raised Alice’s skirt and put his hand around her waist, and seized
her young pussy in his right hand. ‘You’re going to lie over my desk this instant,
Miss Pierce,’ he said, ‘and take my hard cock in your tight little arse-hole. I am
afraid you shan’t like it very much.’”

Rose came, screaming, “Oh, God… oh, God…” and pushing at her own bottom-hole with
the middle finger of her left hand while she rubbed her clit with the fingers of her
right in a frantic circular motion. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open.

Rose Hutchison was undoubtedly the most beautiful girl Leo had ever broken. David
was going to get his money’s worth.

“Are you satisfied?” asked Abigail, over video chat, once Joanne had watched all the
videos.

“Yes,” she replied. “I think Rose is going to be very happy.”

“So do we. She presents a few difficulties, but so does every pick-up.”

“You mean how close she is to being a volunteer?”

“Yes, that’s the principal problem, we think. If she grows too willing, it may spoil
her value—and the value of the program to her. That’s why Master Leo used the red
collar.”

“What does the red collar mean?” Joanne asked, curious.

“Absolutely nothing,” said Abigail.

* * *

The woman in the short blue nightgown spoke in a firm, declaratory tone. “You are
now in a house we simply call the Institute. This is a facility—a very luxurious facility,
you’ll find—for the training of submissive concubines. You will spend as much time
here as is required to make you into the kind of concubines your masters desire. From
time to time your masters may visit you here, and enjoy you, to see how your training
is coming along.”

Rose was kneeling, completely naked, with two other girls, in the foyer of what seemed
to her to be a large country house. It was dark outside, she could see through the
windows she glimpsed in the gracious rooms on either side of the foyer, but she heard
a rooster somewhere in the distance; dawn would arrive very soon. Inside, the foyer
was brilliantly lit by a chandelier high above, but that seemed to be the only light
on at the Institute, except for dim fixtures in the hallways she could glimpse on
either side at the top of the grand staircase in front of whose base the woman in
the little blue nightgown was standing to address them.

Rose had awoken perhaps ten minutes before, lying on her back on a cot in a kind of
entryway just outside this foyer. Her cuffs had still been on, fastened to the frame
of the cot by short lengths of chain loose enough to allow her a full range of movement.
Turning her head as she tried to remember where she might be, she saw the other girls,
on their cots, looking back at her: a stunning model-beautiful redhead of about twenty
with breasts so small they were like lemons, and a voluptuous brunette of about thirty-five.
They too were fastened by cuffs, and wore collars and belts; they too, Rose saw immediately,
had been waxed between their thighs.

For a long moment the three of them looked at one another; Rose was absolutely certain
that they were all remembering similar experiences over the past forty-eight hours:
being broken; learning that they were concubines. Where was Master Leo?

The door opened; Rose could see a grand foyer, with a brilliantly lit chandelier,
beyond. A beautiful woman in a sheer pale blue nightgown that came to her knees in
a lace border, her hair black with a few hints of silver, stood in the doorway, and
said, “Welcome, girls.”

She stepped into the little entry hall, and three other women, younger—all in their
20s, it would seem—emerged from the foyer into the entryway. Two wore the same blue
nightgown as the woman who had spoken; the other wore an identical garment, but in
white. In silence, each of them went to the cot of one of the new arrivals, and began
to unfasten her. In silence, then, they unbuckled cuffs, and belt, and collar, and
put those things in a chest that stood in the entryway.