Her First Submission (Kathryn's Training) (2 page)

The room was one Kathryn had never seen before, up on the top floor above Stephen's office. She hadn't even known there
was
a higher floor until Stephen explained that the suite was for 'special' clients. It was completely private, a specially outfitted dungeon that could be rented out for days at a time to high rollers, stocked with an harem of subs all serving just one master.

The new client proposed to hire the suite permanently, at an obscene price.

"You can wait on the couch," said Stephen, pointing to a comfortable looking leather sofa in the corner. "The client will be along shortly. Remember, Kat, all you have to do is fake it for a while. Call him 'Sir', or whatever. Let him tie you up, spank you a little. You've seen how the girls do it. Just think about the money and get through it." He spoke quickly, his voice wavering as if he were trying to placate a rabid dog. He could tell Kathryn was uncertain, and he knew the wrong word at the wrong moment might send her running.

He left her alone in the room with a final desperate plea to do whatever the client asked. Kathryn hustled him out, too nervous to put up with his grating voice a moment longer.

The suite was made up of several rooms, each apparently designed for specific activities. In one room the floor was lined with some sort of waterproof material, while another contained a terrifying steel frame covered in hooks, all of them attached to a confusing array of ropes and a complicated pulley system. Kathryn backed out of the rooms quickly, hoping against hope that the client wouldn't want to use the devices within, whatever they was for.

She found it safer to sit on the couch in the main room, the only furniture in the suite that didn't look like it was designed for torture of some kind. Her eyes settled on the floor, intently avoiding the racks of paddles, floggers, dildos and costumes that lined each wall. Whenever her attention was drawn up towards them she felt a gnawing doubt, a pit of terror in her stomach that yelled out to her that she didn't have to go through with this. She could back out now, flee the club and escape to a safe, sane world. Her heart thumped in her chest as if it was trying to draw her attention, yelling out to her that this was crazy.
Forget the money. This isn't you, Kathryn!

She was moments from bolting when the door opened and the client walked in, and Kathryn was instantly frozen by his appearance. He was tall, around six feet, with a thick, dark head of hair just long enough to fall rakishly across his brow. Kathryn realized immediately that she'd misjudged his age. His calm, placid smile brought out dimples in his cheeks that made him look boyishly handsome, like any of the thousand teen heartthrobs she'd idolized as a girl, but a faint sprinkling of gray at his temples and the fine laughter lines etched into the tanned skin beside his eyes told her he must be approaching his late thirties, maybe even early forties.

As for his body, it was clear that beneath his exquisitely tailored suit the man was in excellent shape. The cut of his jacket was snug enough to show broad, well muscled arms, and his torso narrowed pleasingly at the waist, with the fabric hanging like --

With a jolt of embarrassment she realized she'd been staring as he approached, and dropped her gaze back to the floor.
Be submissive,
she thought.
Act like a slave. Should I be on my knees?
With a sudden attack of worry Kathryn realized she had no idea how to be a submissive. She'd watched the girls in the club bowing their heads, but she didn't know the protocol.

"It's OK, Kat. You can look at me. There's no need to study the carpet like that."

She looked up to see him smile broadly.
Just like a normal person,
she thought, almost laughing at herself the moment the notion appeared in her head.
Why shouldn't he look normal?
Most of the clients in the club looked like they'd just left the office. Very few dressed up to play.

"Kathryn," she mumbled in a low voice.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I prefer to be called Kathryn."

The man sat beside her on the couch, turning sideways to face her and resting one leg on his thigh. "Of course. Kathryn." He noticed her discomfort. "It's perfectly OK to speak to me, Kathryn. I know you're not like the other girls here. That's exactly why I wanted to meet you. I don't want the other girls."

Kathryn felt her muscles relax, and was surprised to notice just how tense she'd been. He must have noticed how she was sitting, ramrod straight with a look of fear in her eyes. Now she felt... not relaxed, exactly, but certainly more at ease. Despite what she knew he wanted to do to her, there was something about this man's manner that made her feel safe. Secure.

He smiled again, that charming, boyish smile that flowed warmly over her. "My name is Patrick. While we're together I expect you to address me as Master. Do you understand why that is?"

Kathryn shook her head. "No, Patr... Master. I don't really know anything about this kind of thing. I'm sorry."

He chuckled. "That's quite alright, Kathryn. I'm sure a lot of this seems unusual to you. Maybe even scary. Now, the reason I forbid you from using my given name is to help you understand that you belong to me. The name you use when addressing me is a symbol of your subservience, and it's for your benefit alone. It reminds you of your place."

Kathryn felt a wave of defiant anger push a retort toward her lips.
I don't belong to anyone, creep! How dare you!?
She bit her lip to hold it in, reminding herself over and over about the money.

He looked her up and down, pausing at Kathryn's full breasts, lifted and exposed by her leather corset. "OK, so you're an absolute beginner. Why don't you tell me what you think of the things that go on in the club." He noticed Kathryn's startled look. "Please, I expect absolute honesty from you. I don't think you could say anything that would surprise me."

She dropped her head and stared at a spot on the carpet between her legs until Patrick gently lifted her chin with a finger. "Please, speak to me as you would anyone else."

"Well, Master," she began, worried that she'd offend him whatever she said, "A lot of it I don't like. I've seen a lot of the girls get whipped by the clients. A lot of them come out of the rooms with bruises. I feel bad for them. I don't know why they allow anyone to beat them like that."

Patrick nodded as she spoke. "You don't like pain?"

She shook her head decisively. "No, I don't. The thought of it scares me."

"I understand, Kathryn," he said, in that soft, reassuring voice. Despite the anger welling up inside her she felt lulled by that soft, comforting tone. "It scares a lot of people. Not many people understand the attraction of accepting punishment. Not many understand that pain can be pleasurable, when administered correctly. It must look very cruel to you. Sometimes it is. Some people take it too far for my tastes. You can relax, though. I don't particularly enjoy inflicting pain on my submissives."

Kathryn was confused. "You don't? I thought all dominants liked to hurt their submissives."

"Oh, not at all," laughed Patrick. "This lifestyle attracts a broad spectrum of people, each with their own tastes. Some like ropes. Others like to be spanked. Some like to be humiliated and objectified. Some even like to be cut. I worked out long ago what I enjoyed, and it doesn't usually involve causing pain."

He shifted in his seat and took Kathryn's hand. "It's important that you trust me, Kathryn, before we begin down this road. The relationship between a dominant and his submissive can be complicated and difficult to understand, but it's always grounded in trust. Now, you'd be foolish to trust me completely after just meeting me, especially as a novice, but I can promise you that I'll never inflict undeserved pain on you. I will never hurt you simply for my own enjoyment, and you will only feel pain if you disobey my instructions." He looked deep into her eyes. "Do you believe me?"

Kathryn gazed into his deep, sparkling green eyes and saw nothing but honesty radiating from them. A knot of fear still clutched her stomach, but there was something about his manner that loosened it moment by moment. It was almost as if he were a kindly teacher, gently educating her while allaying her fears. She whispered, "Yes, Master. I trust you."

"Excellent," he replied. "Then we'll begin."

Kathryn balanced awkwardly on her knees, thankful for the thick carpet, and clasped her hands tight behind her back as instructed by Master.
Master.
She rolled the word over her tongue, enjoying the unexpected tingle of pleasure she felt deep in her pussy when she uttered it. There was something so deliciously naughty about the word.
Master... Master... Mmmmmmaster.

He stood over her, slowly circling as he surveyed her body. "From this point onwards, Kathryn, my word is law. You must obey my commands immediately and without complaint. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," she purred, savoring the tight little shiver between her legs. Just uttering the word made her pussy clench, and she realized the anger was all but gone. In its place was a strange sense of anticipation; a delicious but unnerving sense of inevitability. It was too late to back out now, she thought, and with that acceptance of the situation came an unexpected benefit. She was actually looking forward to sleeping with the man calmly surveying her body.

Master must have noticed something in the way her body moved as she spoke. Standing behind her he reached down, hooked his fingers beneath Kathryn's tight latex skirt and ran his fingertips along the puffy, moist lips of her pussy. She gasped lightly at his touch, and pressed herself toward his hand.

"You're already wet, Kathryn. Can you tell me what arouses you?" His fingers dipped between her lips, slipping deep inside, and when he removed them he held his glistening hand inches from Kathryn's face. She could smell her sweet juice on him, and had to fight a sudden urge to lick his fingers clean.

"It's your name, Master." her voice shuddered a little as she spoke. "I can't explain it, but when I say the word I feel a little... buzz, I guess. Like you're holding a vibrator to my clit. I... I kinda like it."

Master smiled. "That's good, Kathryn. It makes me happy to see your pussy get so wet for me. Many girls enjoy addressing their dominants by an honorary title. It tends to help them release control of the situation and enjoy it on a deeper level. I think you'll find this is just the first of many new things you'll learn about yourself tonight. Lick."

Kathryn bowed her head forward and delicately ran her tongue over Master's fingers. They tasted incredible. As long as she could remember she'd been fascinated by the taste of her own pussy. Whenever she played with herself she always coated her fingers with her own honey and drew it across her lips, and the opportunity to do the same with the fingers of a strong, beautiful man drove her crazy.

There was more, though. She realized her arousal stemmed from the order itself. He told her to do something, and she did it. A tight little pulse of warmth deep within her whispered this new, delightful discovery:
it's so simple. You can abandon control. You can enjoy his commands. Give in to his will.

Master slid his fingers from her mouth and wiped himself dry on his trousers. "That's enough for now, Kathryn. I don't want you getting excited too quickly. Now stand. That's right, stand up straight. Hands clasped behind your back. Face forward, and lower your eyes. Now, this is called position one. Whenever I order it you'll take that position immediately.

"If I order you into position two you'll kneel as you just did. Position three, you'll kneel and then lean forward, cross your arms in front of you and rest your forehead on them. There may be other positions in which I want you, but those are the three you must know for now. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," Kathryn said quickly, half wishing he'd ordered her into position three so she could present him with her pussy. Suddenly it seemed to be gushing with arousal.

"Now," he whispered, leaning in close to unclasp the leather collar from her neck. "You won't be needing this any longer. Instead you'll wear my collar. Tilt back your head."

Kathryn couldn't see the collar Master was placing around her neck, but she could feel it was heavier than the leather choker issued as part of her uniform. This was tighter, and she could feel the cold steel of a D-ring at her throat and some sort of light tin label, like a military dog tag, hanging from the ring. The image of Master attaching a leash and leading her around flashed through her mind, and again that confusing, slightly scary tingle of pleasure pulsed between her legs.
What's wrong with me?,
she thought.
I've never been turned on by this stuff before.

Master pulled a strap tight at the back of her neck, then stepped back to enjoy his handiwork. "How does it feel?", he asked, smiling. "Is it comfortable?"

Kathryn nodded. "Yes, Master. It's very comfortable."

"Good," he replied. "This is your training collar. You'll wear it whenever you're in the club, but you may remove it when I leave. This collar signifies that you are both under my protection and undergoing your training as a submissive. While wearing this collar you may not play with others without my express permission, and you must respond to all commands promptly and to the letter. If, in time, you decide you wish to continue beyond your basic training - and if I'm pleased with your performance and wish to continue as your Master - I may replace this collar with a collar of ownership."

At the word 'ownership' Kathryn felt another of those now familiar shudders of excitement run through her body, and her inner thighs tickled as her pussy gushed a little honey. She wondered how these simple words - words she'd heard a million times over - could now have become so sexually charged; how they could excite her, despite her disgust at the obscene, seemingly cruel activities of the club. She didn't understand, but as she stood with her hands tightly clasped behind her back, eyes cast to the floor as Master surveyed her, she realized she was eager to delve further into this dark, confusing but tantalizingly new and exciting universe.

"Now," said Master, shaking her from her reverie, 'we're going to go watch a show."