The Auction Block

I’m unsure how it transpired. Someone knows someone else, who has a friend who is aware of another. All I knew was that I had received a telephone call. A business like voice saying my presence was required by a Ms. Rebecca Noah, an address and time given. When I asked to what did this pertain I was simply told it was a personal matter and that I would be expected. The line going dead.

I knew the individual. I mean I knew of her. Rebecca Noah was a well known socialite and philanthropist whose name was spoken reverently in tones by those who enjoyed the finer things in life. Try as I might, I couldn’t understand why on earth she would desire to speak with me. As I sat there, mulling over the possibilities, I looked around my rather drab surroundings and had to fight back a laugh. Still, I knew my curiosity would get the best of me.

The location was in one of the more prestigious parts of town, the building obviously an expensive property. A doorman tipped his hat to me and asked if he might be of assistance. “I have a meeting with Ms. Noah.” With that his eyes lit up. He walked over, putting a key in the elevator, pressing the button for the penthouse and as I rose higher and higher I wondered where this was leading.

There was only a single door, no number, no name, just a solitary door. I looked at it before walking slowly and as I raised my hand to knock a young oriental woman opened it. She gave me a slight bow saying, “Ms. Noah is awaiting you. Please follow me.” I did so, the home opulent though tasteful. We finally ended up in a room with a amazing view of the city. A woman standing, her eyes taking in the panorama before her.

She turned, her face looking at me as she spoke confidently to the woman who had escorted me into the room saying, “I will have a glass of white wine Takara.”

The young woman made a more formal bow, her voice softly saying, “Yes Trainer, as you wish, so shall it be.” She made her way quickly toward the other room as the look on my face drew a bit of laughter from my hostess. She motioned toward the couch and I took a seat. My face still showing the confusion, trying to understand what was happening.

She sat down across from me and I got a good look at her. She was older, perhaps in her forties though she was beautiful. Her long hair the color of midnight, her green eyes almost glowing. While I looked at her, she took me in, her eyes appraising. I opened my mouth to speak but she held up a hand, the beautiful servant returning. My eyes opened wide as she knelt, holding a tray with the glass high, her voice almost like a song. “I pray you find this libation as pleasing to your palate as my service is to your eyes Trainer.”

The woman simply nodded, taking the wine and saying a single word. “Dismissed.” With that the young woman rose fluidly and took her leave. I couldn’t help it, I shivered, having an idea of what I had just witnessed but unsure. My attention was soon redirected elsewhere as I heard my host turn her attention to me. “Gabrielle Samuels, born May 29, 1989, graduating from an obscure community college. Took a job in an advertising agency, more secretary than anything. Unsure of where your degree might take you, unsure of where your life is taking you.”

I felt the blush rise to my face, my cheeks burning feeling like I had been insulted in some manner, her words had not been spoken unkindly. She looked at me, seeing the look on my face as she smiled saying, “Let me finish Gabrielle. Let me have my say and then if you have questions you may feel free to ask them. If not and you wish to leave, you may do so. All this will be just a memory.”

She didn’t expect a response, taking another sip of wine before standing, walking toward the window. “You’ve had two lovers in your life. Your first a fellow student in your freshman year, a woman who showed you the pleasure that can be found in another woman’s body. It did not last long but it did prove your desire for more than one sex wasn’t simply an idle thought, it was your reality.”

If I had blushed before, now my face must have been fire engine red as I trembled to hear, “Your second was a young man, your junior year, a Top who showed you a taste of the life of a submissive. He wasn’t a true dominant, more a boy who enjoyed playing games with ropes, blindfolds, toys and you foolishly thought you were in love with him. In reality you were in love with the possibility the lifestyle might hold for you.”

She turned, walking slowly toward me, almost daring me to disagree with her but as my body continued to shiver, she and I both knew the words she spoke rang true. “The young woman you met, who escorted you in is one of many who have embraced their true position in life. It is not a game, it is very real. It is a life that many desire but few have an opportunity to actually experience. I am offering you that chance.”

My mind was simply awhirl, the words I’m hearing leaving me with far more questions than answers but they would have to wait as she continued. “You heard Takara call me Trainer. I am all that and more, I am a Master Trainer. There are others and I would choose one to train you Gabrielle. Your body will be theirs to use or if they see fit abuse. They will teach you every aspect a slave needs to please an owner. From use as a domestic servant to perhaps a pleasure slave or more, all based upon what talents we discover you might have.”

She took another sip of wine, watching me closely as she took notice how I had begun to squirm a bit, the words arousing my intellect and my body. She snapped, “Sit still young lady, now.” It was natural, my blue eyes quickly lowering, the young servant watching from nearby, a slight smile playing on her lips recognizing the classic pose.

The dark haired beauty continued saying, “If you can not control your own body then you are in need of more than simple training. I’m not sure this would be right for you. Perhaps I have made a mistake, please excuse me”, and with that she left the room. I sat there, shaking my head, wondering what had just happened.

It was only a minute or so later that the oriental beauty walked in, sitting down beside me, a shy smile on her face as she spoke softly. “Trainer can be very direct at times Miss but I was like you when I first was found. A bit lost, unsure of myself and what I truly desired. She helped me realize that in service I found not only my true calling but my hearts desire. I was trained by Jonathan, He is her protégé, a man I owe so much to. I am honored to serve the Master Trainer until I am to be sold.”

I looked at her in disbelief, my voice straining to say, “Sold?”

She nodded saying, “Once you are properly trained you are put on the auction block. The high bidder wins your contract which lasts for a year, the owner having an option for a second year. The Trainer gets a percentage as does the auction house but the remainder of the money is put into trust for you. Thus, if you decide to leave service, you have a nest egg to return to whatever profession or perhaps in some cases, the retirement you desire.”

The silence hung in the air as she said softly, “May I ask you a question Miss?” I nodded as I heard, “When you entered into your play with the gentleman that Trainer spoke of, what about it did you enjoy the most?”

I thought about it, closing my eyes, remembering as I replied, “I enjoyed the loss of control. Of serving someone without question, my pleasure or at times my pain his to determine. I…I miss that”, tears forming in my eyes, never realizing until this moment how empty my life had become. How my work wasn’t fulfilling. I wasn’t living, I was simply existing.

I gasped, the beautiful servant falling to her knees, her head on the floor, kneeling as the dark haired owner walked back into the room. “I will deal with your punishment once our guest has left Takara.” I began to speak, to explain but the look on the older woman’s face told me perhaps it would be best if I were to curb my tongue so I did so. She stopped in front of me, looking down and I couldn’t help it, I was unable to maintain her gaze.

“In reality I should be thankful that the girl chose to talk to you Gabrielle. I can be a bit brisk in my comments and she has a way with people. The words she spoke were true and your answer though brief tells me what I need to know.” With that she handed me a card, a single name Jonathan and a telephone number on it.

“What has transpired here tonight can be continued by your taking this, dialing that number and moving forward. Or, you can choose to discard it and as your years and life pass you by, be left to wonder what if. Takara, please insure our visitor leaves safely and then return to me.”

The trip down the elevator was a quiet one. As she walked me to the door, she gently took my arm, stopping me, her hazel eyes shining as she said, “Please know this Miss. Jonathan is an incredible Trainer, he is demanding but he is fair. If you truly desire this, he can make it happen for you. Ms. Noah by giving you his number has shown great faith in you, feeling you will make not only a wonderful slave, but one whose owner will be proud to call their own.” With that she surprised me, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek, then whispering in my ear, “If you accept, you are now my sister and I am proud to be yours.”

What I missed after my leaving was Ms. Noah speaking aloud saying, “Well, what do you think? Is it possible?

The blue eyed gentleman who walked out from the darkness strode over to the woman who once again was taking in the lights below. He stood beside her, his words carefully chosen. “We have just a little over two weeks to auction and we have promised we will have not one but two to offer. With our reputation on the line, I’m afraid it leaves us little choice. It has to be.”

He paused for a moment, thinking about what he had observed. How my eyes had lowered, my shallow breathing as she had spoken to Takara about a punishment to be received. Most importantly, the wistfulness in my impassioned words to his last pupil. The reminder of the past and the tears which he knew would fall again for him. He couldn’t help but smile. Oh yes, it was more than possible.

That night my sleep was filled with dreams, with visions and by the time the morning came my body was covered in sweat. I was entangled in the covers, my own bondage as I gasped, my eyes flying open, my back arching, my body trembling as an orgasm overtook me. My eyes were wild as the dream had been so vivid, so real. I finally felt my heart begin to calm, my head fall back onto the pillow as my thoughts were as jumbled as the sheets around my body.

Work that day was horrible. I couldn’t concentrate, I couldn’t focus, the card in my purse constantly calling to me. I wished I had someone to talk to, to discuss this with but I didn’t. No one could understand, certainly none of my so called “vanilla” friends. By the time I arrived back in my meager apartment, looking around at what little possessions I had I sighed, pouring a glass of wine. I went to the bathroom, turning on the hot water, putting some cheap fragrance into it as I undressed.

I soaked, sipping at the libation, as I couldn’t help it, my mind beginning to wander. I let my fingers slip under the water, my eyes closing, picturing my body writhing in rope, my mouth gagged, a lash from a masked individual caressing my back as I let forth a muffled scream.

The water sloshed from over the side of the tub, the wineglass shattering on the floor, my orgasm the most powerful I had ever felt. My body rode it like a wave and one wasn’t enough. I gave in to the temptation until finally I tried to rise from the tub. My legs were unable to support me as I lay there and trembled on the floor.

It took almost an hour for me to get control, a robe clutched around me. My teeth were chattering as I couldn’t seem to get warm when I returned to my bedroom. I looked at my purse, sitting on the end of the bed and I got the card out. I turned it over and over, my hands trembling. Finally, I picked up the phone and dialed.

The voice was warm in tone saying, “This is Jonathan.”

For a moment I panicked, a soft whimper escaping my lips, unable to speak only to hear a warm laugh and I felt myself blush. “I take it this is Gabrielle. How are you M’lady?” Once again only silence was all I could manage, so lost was I as he calmly said, “A woman of few words. A remarkable and rare individual.”

I couldn’t help it, I giggled like a schoolgirl as I heard his warm laughter again. “That’s better, laughter will serve you well. I will meet you tomorrow, for dinner, at the Trainer’s home and we will discuss much. Good night mon petit.” With that the phone disconnected as once again I felt my heart begin to pound.

The next day I called in sick. It wasn’t a lie. I could barely manage the simplest of tasks, my mind running wild wondering what in the world I had gotten myself into. When the phone rang at around four p.m. I literally jumped. I picked it up, only to hear a comforting voice. “Gabrielle, this is Takara, I wish to tell you that a vehicle will pick you up at six. It will bring you to the residence and dinner will be served promptly at seven. Do you have any questions Miss?”

All I had was questions but at the moment my mind couldn’t think of a single one. I could almost feel the smile on her face, her kind eyes as her voice lowered. “When you enter, you will call the Trainer M’lady, you should refer to Jonathan as M’lord, showing respect. They will not expect you to lower your eyes to them as of yet but I’m sure by the time the evening is complete, you will know. Wear something simple but still classic. You are a potential slave, be proud. I look forward to seeing you tonight.”

I was dressed and downstairs at six precisely and I saw the driver waiting, tipping his cap as he opened the door to the limousine. I felt like royalty as the dark vehicle made its way through the dimming light of dusk. He opened the door again when we got to our destination and I soon found myself like Alice in the story, back in my own Wonderland. Takara favoring me with a smile, her eyes dancing. She squeezed my hand, escorting me into the same room as yesterday, this time though not one but two awaiting me.

It was the older woman who spoke saying, “Allow me to make the introductions. Gabrielle this is Jonathan, Jonathan this is Gabrielle.” The man who advanced upon me wore his hair long, longer than the norm these days, an auburn color, his eyes midnight blue and his smile kind.

I surprised even myself, lowering my eyes saying softly, “Good evening M’lord, good evening M’lady.”

Once again I was rewarded with his laughter, not mocking but sincere as I heard Ms. Noah sigh. “I see Takara has been busy”, her maid blushing but a slight smile playing on her lips.

Jonathan replied, “I find it delightful”, as he extended his arm and I took it, feeling my arm shake as he smiled. “It’s alright to be unsure Gabrielle, but I promise dinner will be exceptional, the Trainer will be on her best behavior” as he winked at her, “and I shall not say anything to make you blush, for now.” Of course, I blushed as he held out my chair and Takara walked in, pouring a small amount of wine for the lady of the house to sample. With that dinner began.

He was a man of his word, the dinner delicious, the presentation by the beautiful oriental woman who served it making the meal even more so. As the night moved on, I found myself back in the same room I had first took my first surreal step into this world. Jonathan stood close to Ms. Noah, his eyes almost dancing as she looked at me saying, “First of all, I’m glad you joined us this evening dear. Though I punished my servant for speaking out of turn, she has always been good counsel and I did listen to her.”

I heard nothing that sounded like a question so I thought it best to sit in silence as Jonathan smiled saying, “Gabrielle, I know this must be a bit overwhelming to say the least. I have asked the Trainer for permission to speak to you in an informal manner, to allow you to express yourself without repercussions. You have no formal training, it is not fair to you but we need to know. We need to be sure you are aware of the path which might lie before you.”

My voice was soft but I did remember, “Yes M’lord”, and once again I got that smile, finding it hard not to smile back.

“Very well, let me describe what will transpire if you decide to move forward. Please save your questions until I have finished Gabrielle.”

I sat there listening. “You will quit your job, you will turn in your lease to your apartment, you may bring a few personal items with you but you will need nothing but the clothes on your back during the initial period of your training. If you have bills, they will be taken care of and then repaid when you are purchased into service. You will be allowed two weeks a year of vacation. Time spent with your family or friends. You are permitted to tell them of what you are doing if you desire. Some find it easier to tell perhaps a small white lie.”

He walked over, looking down at Ms. Noah as she nodded her approval but this time when he turned, his eyes were different. A bit more, shall we say, bold. “Takara, present yourself, now.” The young woman immediately moved fluidly from the kitchen, into the main room, kneeling, her knees slightly apart, her hands palm down on her thighs, her back straight, her eyes lowered. “I want you to tell Gabrielle precisely what I told you the first night we began your training.”

The figure who knelt spoke softly but easily, as if reciting a mantra. “I am not your friend, I am not your lover, I am not your Master, I am your Trainer. I will teach you what it will take for you to find an owner, one who will cherish you, who will desire you. I will train you. If you do so well, I will praise you. If you do not, I will correct you. I will help you to understand what type of slave you truly desire to be.”

His voice was warm, like liquid honey saying, “What type of slave are you Takara?”

“I am a domestic servant and pleasure slave Sir.”

“Tell Gabrielle what that means.”

“I can effectively run a household, whether it be staffed or if required, on my own. My body is for my owner’s use, I am trained to please both men and women, using my body for their enjoyment. I welcome their praise or their correction if I displease them as that is their right and their gift that they give to me.”

I couldn’t help it, I shivered, a move not lost on my two hosts as they exchanged a glance as he said, “I understand you spoke to Gabrielle last night without your Trainer’s permission. Is that correct girl?”

Her head dipped a bit lower as she replied, “Yes M’lord. I was punished for my actions as I should be.”

“Show Gabrielle how you were punished” as with that the young woman slowly rose, turning her back to me and raising her kimono. I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips, the lines of the cane leaving marks which still glowed red. My eyes opened wide until she once again lowered the beautiful garment and turned at me smiling.

Jonathan then spoke but this time his voice was kind saying, “I’m going to ask you a question Takara. As I told Gabrielle, there will be no correction, I simply desire your honest opinion.”

She turned, lowering her head to the gentleman asking, “What would you ask of me M’lord?”

A momentary pause and then I heard, “After you spoke with Gabrielle, what kind of slave do you see her being? Oh, and I do not desire the traditional whatever kind you might desire M’lord. I want, respect and value your opinion as the Master Trainer does. Feel free to speak.”

Her words were carefully chosen, her eyes though turning to me as she spoke softly. “I think Gabrielle yearns to be more than most. She desires the decadent pain which leads to delicious pleasure. She requires the feel of the rope, the sting of the crop, the caress of the flogger and most importantly, she desires to find an owner who will embrace her in all the ways she wishes to embrace herself.”

I could not stop them, the tears which filled my eyes, the amazing woman who once again favored me with such a beautiful smile seemed to have looked directly into me, into my soul. Her words affected me deeply as I looked at her, my eyes expressing such and to my surprise, she said simply, “You are welcome sister.”

I was a bit taken aback to hear Ms. Noah say, “Jonathan please take Takara to the kitchen, insure it is being cleaned properly.”

He turned, his voice warm as he gave her a slight bow. “As you wish Trainer, so it shall be”, and another question filled my mind. As the two left, the woman walked over, sitting down beside me. I started to drop my gaze only to have her lift my chin, her eyes kind.

“You’ve had a quite interesting past 24 hours. So many things to take in, so many people acting in one manner one moment and then the next doing just the opposite. It all comes down though Gabrielle to one thing and one thing only. We can advise you, can suggest to you that this is what you require but in the end, there is only one person who can guarantee your happiness and that is you.”

I listened carefully, seeing the sincerity in my hostess’s eyes as she continued. “Jonathan can be charming, he is a dear boy but when he called Takara in, he was trying to prove a point. To make sure you were aware, the man you saw when you first entered is not what you’re going to experience if you decide to become his responsibility.”

She took a moment before saying softly, “Jonathan was originally a slave, he is the first one to embrace both sides of the lifestyle. I was once his Trainer, he was my pupil and a better one than any Trainer could ever ask for.”

My eyes must have widened as I heard, “When one truly understands both ends of the lash, they can spot the potential within. Jonathan, I nor it seems Takara have any doubt, you carry that desire inside. Now, it is up to you to make a decision that will change your life forever.” She paused and then I heard, “Or if you will in the later years of your life wonder, what might have been. We will await your decision.”

She called out, “Jonathan, will you please escort Gabrielle down to the car, it is waiting for her.” He walked out of the kitchen, smiling at me, once again the congenial host as he took my arm. I didn’t move immediately, his face showing a bit of confusion as I turned back to the Master Trainer. My eyes lowered as I took a deep shuddering breath.

“Yes, the answer is yes M’lady.”

She smiled, nodding as I heard, “Jonathan will take you back downstairs. He will give you a call tomorrow giving you a timeframe for when you need to have your affairs in order and begin your training. Is that clear girl?”

I nodded in reply and she stood up. Her voice was not unkind but her eyes glowed as she said, “When one of your betters ask you a question, he or she desires a prompt, quick, courteous answer. In this case, the correct answer would be Yes Master Trainer, it is clear.”

Once again I lowered my eyes, realizing my error as I replied, “Yes Master Trainer, it is clear.”

She smiled as I heard, “Jonathan may not be so understanding Gabrielle, he will expect you to learn quickly and to never forget. You are dismissed.” I felt once again his arm take mine, gently pulling me toward the door only to once again have me stop. I heard him chuckle as he simply shook his head, letting go of my arm as I turned. Somehow I knew that he was aware of what I desired.

“Master Trainer, may I please speak with Takara?”

A wave of her hand granted her approval as I quickly moved toward the kitchen, seeing the lovely oriental who opened her arms and I literally fell into them. My tears streamed silently down my face as she held me like one would a child, stroking my hair, soothing me until I regained my composure. I looked at her with tear filled eyes saying, “I can never express as beautifully in words what yours meant to me. I can never thank you enough Takara.”

Her smile lit up the room as she leaned in close, her voice musical in my ear as I heard, “You will honor me and my words by embracing your service sister. Your journey will be hard and arduous, your training at times leaving you wondering why you would have ever decided upon the path you have chose. In the end though, with faith in your Trainer and his in you, I know you will blossom like the beautiful flower you can be.”

It was minutes later that I found myself on the doorstep outside the townhouse, the long haired man looking at me, his eyes kind as he said, “I need to make sure you understand that beginning tomorrow, when the phone rings, I will be your Trainer. You will be my pupil and I will not accept anything but your very best. I train you to succeed, not to fail. At times you will curse my name. In the end though hopefully you will say my name with respect and with thanks.” The door opened, he gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek and I was off.

I spent most of the next day taking care of menial things. The call to my work not really as bad as I had feared, my slot obviously easily replaced. I contacted the super of the building, announcing I would be leaving and when I said I would gladly leave my security deposit his attitude quickly changed. As I said, my meager belongings were best left to Goodwill though I did begin to pack some clothing and things for storage when the phone rang.

This time I managed to at least say hello, the familiar voice in return saying, “Girl, this is Jonathan. I hope you have used your day wisely?” I politely told him what I had achieved and he said, “Well done, how many additional days do you believe you will require to get your house in order?”

I gave it a bit of thought, there really was very little left to do. “I would ask for two additional days Trainer, if that pleases you?”

“That will be sufficient. You will wait outside your building two nights hence, a vehicle will pick you up at precisely six p.m.. You should have already eaten, you will not be fed the first night. I will have a guest who will assist me in insuring your good health and that you are ready to begin.” With that the phone line disconnected and I wondered what precisely that meant?

The two days passed quickly but by the appointed time arrived, I was nothing but a bundle of nerves. My small suitcase clutched in my hands, my body shivering though the night was not that cold. The driver was the same one as the last time, opening the door as the drive began. This time leading me to the man who seemed to hold my life in his hands.

When we arrived, the home was nothing auspicious, a simple two story building. I rang the doorbell, my heart beating what seemed to be a million beats a minute as the door was opened. A congenial face, an older man who smiled at me saying, “You must be the lovely Gabrielle, come in child.” I blushed, returning his smile only to hear a familiar voice.

“Put your bag down, come to me girl.” I quickly put down the baggage, moving toward the voice. “You remember how Takara presented herself, do so now.” I had to think for a moment but I slowly fell to my knees, placing my hands on them, lowering my eyes. I felt the tap on my knee, his voice, “Part your knees, your owner should always be able to see what they own girl.”

I blushed anew, hearing a chuckle from the older gentleman as he said, “She is a novice Jonathan, be kind.”

“I am a Trainer Doctor and kindness is not my goal.” I shivered as I parted my knees as instructed, my short skirt rising a bit higher. Another tap, this time on my shoulder as I heard, “Sit up, straighten your back, you are a slave but you should show pride in being such. It is a noble position, act like it.” I straightened as best I could, the position unfamiliar as I heard him say, “Your movements should be graceful, we will have to work on that. Now, rise girl.”

I got to my feet, bringing a soft sigh from Jonathan, the move not exactly what he truly desired as he said simply, “Strip.”

With that my head flew up, my eyes opening wide. I was rewarded with Jonathan’s hand around my throat, a whimper escaping my lips as his face was literally inches from mine, his voice as cold as a winters night. “You need to understand something girl. When I speak, you listen. When I command, you obey. The word no is not in your vocabulary this day forward. I am granting you this one transgression without correction, the next time I will not be so forgiving. Strip.”

With that he let go of my throat and I gasped for breath, falling to my knees. He turned his back, walking out of the room as the older man walked up, offering his hand. His voice was soft, kind as he spoke. “Gabrielle, you need to understand and do so quickly. If you obey, in the end you will be rewarded. If you disobey, you will be punished. Either way, his word is now yours to obey until you are sold. I am a Doctor, I have to examine you. Please do as he commands.”

For a moment I almost ran for the door, the look in my eyes like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle, wondering if it was about to run me down. Instead with trembling fingers, I began to unbutton my blouse, folding the items carefully until I stood in the center of the room, as naked as the day I was born. This time when I blushed it covered my entire body.

I had not noticed, Jonathan had walked back into the room, the item which he had used to correct my posture still in his hand. I couldn’t dare look into either of their eyes, not ashamed of my body but not used to showing it in such a brazen manner. This time when my Trainer neared me, I had to fight not to whimper, hoping his hand would not find my throat yet again. Instead it was the end of the cane as he lifted my chin and began to speak.

“Your body is no longer your own. For the next two weeks it belongs to me. If you are sold, it belongs to your owner. It is theirs to either clothe or not. You may wear a uniform, you may be dressed in business attire, you might find yourself with a collar and nothing else but it is not up to you, not anymore. Is that clear?”

“Yes Trainer, it is clear”, and I heard a soft sigh escape the Doctor’s mouth, afraid I would not reply in the correct manner.

“You have no formal training girl, I need to remember that but you need to remember I only have two weeks to do what normally takes six. Most those I have trained have been involved in the scene in someway. You are as the good Doctor said, a pure novice. It will be a long, difficult two weeks for you and it begins now. This is Doctor Andrews, he is a physician who will insure me that you are in adequate health to begin your training. He is to be treated with the same respect you show me. Failure to do so will bring about swift punishment. Is that clear?”

I once again repeated my litany as he nodded, again leaving us. The Doctor moved in close whispering, “We need to go into one of the bedrooms dear, I promise you are in good hands.” I couldn’t help it, I had to smile, the gentleman trying so hard not to make this difficult for me. It was a fairly routine examination, a vial or two of blood drawn, tests that would need to be run. He kept up a running conversation, not requiring my own until bless him he actually blushed, saying he needed to do a more private examination.

He was kind, gentle but from the moment this journey started my body had been highly sexually charged. As he used his standard instruments I couldn’t help it. I covered my mouth, muffling my scream as an orgasm hit me. To my embarrassment my pleasure squirted forth, hitting the poor mans glasses as he blinked and my body shuddered with the feelings. Bless his heart, he didn’t say a word. He simply finished and then walked in the bathroom, bringing me a warm wash cloth which I gratefully accepted.

When it was over, he held the door open for me and I walked back into the main room only to hear. “Every single time you come into my vision after being away you will present yourself”, and I quickly knelt as the Doctor took a seat next to Jonathan.

He cleared his throat before saying, “She is in prime condition, in good physical shape. I would advise a regimen of vitamins and I should have the blood work and tests back in a couple of days but I foresee no issues.” He paused before speaking softly, “In addition, she is a highly sexual individual. The exam I gave her brought her to climax with no stimulation required.” If I would have seen Jonathan’s eyes rise and look at the Doctor I would have shuddered.

“She did this without permission?”

I could almost hear the sadness in the older mans voice as he replied, “That is correct Trainer.”

Jonathan nodded, thanking the gentleman, walking him to the door before returning to stand over me. His voice though calm still told me of the error of my ways. “I told you before Your body, your pleasure, your pain is mine to control, no longer your own. I had hoped to spare you this but you leave me no choice. Lower your head to the floor girl, present yourself for my correction.”

I did so, my entire body trembling as I heard, “When you are punished for your actions, you accept them as a gift from me and thus when I am done you will thank me. You will then kiss the object that is used to punish you. Do you understand girl?”

I couldn’t help it, my voice trembled, my body shaking violently as I replied, “Yes Trainer, I understand.”

The slash which landed across my bare bum was forceful, a cry escaping my lips as I bit down hard on my bottom lip. The pain was searing, like nothing I had ever felt before. To my dismay my desire once again rising, my body betraying me. I forced myself to lift my face, my eyes swimming with tears, my voice quivering, “Thank you for my correction Trainer.”

Jonathan simply nodded, holding the cane forth as my trembling lips kissed it. He walked over, turning off the lights in the various rooms, giving me a moment to recover until returning. “Rise girl and follow behind me.” I did so, my legs trembling as he moved deeper into the apartment, entering the master bedroom. He pointed toward the bathroom saying, “Attend to your needs and then return to the foot of the bed and present yourself. I shall return shortly.”

I didn’t hear a question which required my response so I quickly obeyed, noticing their was no door on the bathroom, no privacy to be found even there. I hung my head, doing as I had been instructed before taking a quick glance in the mirror. My bottom showed a long, red angry line on it. Little did I know he had returned to the living room, finding the spot where I had knelt, seeing how the carpet was wet. A wry smile coming to his face.

When he walked back into the bedroom, I was presented only to hear him say, “Rise girl, on your stomach, on the bed.” I couldn’t help but think he was going to use me, to take me but instead I heard him say calmly, “This cream will assist in the healing. It will insure the mark will not only fade, it will leave no scar.” I gritted my teeth as he was gentle but still the pressure against where the rattan had hit my flesh was tender indeed.

He finished and I couldn’t stop it, my voice saying softly, “Thank you for your care Trainer.” I thought he was fighting back a smile but I wasn’t quite sure as he waved me off the bed, pointing to the floor where I saw a pallet, small pillow and thin blanket. I laid down, pulling the meager covering over me. He turned off the light but I watched by shadows as he undressed. His body was muscular, his silhouette a vision as he slid into the luxurious looking bed. To my amazement, I fell asleep before he did.

To describe the next two weeks as a blur would be an understatement. Every day brought about punishment, or as he liked to say “corrections” to each of my attempts to please him. Clumsy was almost a compliment, my movements constantly berated as inadequate, my body soon marked by more than the cane. The touch of the flogger, the quirt, the cat, all were used to get the point across that only perfection would be accepted.

Day after day I learned to present myself, how I should act, how I should walk, how I should react, how I should not speak, when I should speak. I was instructed in how to present a meal, how to serve tea, how to even properly polish silver. My mind reeled trying to drink in all the information he imparted upon me. Each task was graded and if found to be lacking, I would once again find myself on my knees, giving thanks as my body paid the price.

It was day number ten when I sensed something was different, Jonathan having spoken on the phone as I cleaned. By now I was more comfortable in my own skin or at least I was until I heard him call me to present myself and I literally ran to the study. He sat there, his eyes taking in my presentation and it was one of those rare opportunities when he had nothing derogatory to say and I had come to accept his silence as praise.

I knelt as he said calmly, “Tonight will be, different.” I kept my silence, knowing what I needed to hear, if I needed to hear it would be said. If not it was none of my concern but tonight, it would be.

“We will have visitors tonight, we need to finally determine what type of slave you are. You will answer the door and you will greet the two by welcoming them to my home. They are guests here and are to be treated with respect, like all of your betters girl. For now though you need to go to the master bath. You will cleanse yourself thoroughly, wash your hair, make yourself presentable. You have one hour to do so. You are dismissed.”

I moved quickly, not turning my back until I was out of view, a painful lesson I had learned as I obeyed. As I made my way into the bath, I saw some of my belongings from my suitcase laid out. Along side there were other items I would require, even some bath oils as I smiled. A soft sigh came forth as I enjoyed the luxury I had been allowed. The hot water so inviting as I entered the bath.

By the time I was done, I returned to find my Trainer. He was in the kitchen, opening a bottle of wine to breath as I presented myself to him. My head was bowed so I did not see the smile on his face, but I did hear him say, “You look beautiful girl.”

I blushed as I said softly, “I thank you for the gift of the bath. I hope I honor you and your house this night Trainer.”

Once again I missed the smile, my thanks done precisely as he had taught me as he said, “Take your hair from around your neck. Hold it up, do so now.” I obeyed, moving my chestnut colored locks as my heart skipped a beat, feeling the leather circle me. “This is not a permanent collar but when we have visitors, they need to know that you are my property and if they abuse you, they answer to me.”

He clicked the collar in place, the lock sounding as I shivered. I heard the doorbell ring and he simply motioned with his hand, the command understood., I went to the door opening it and for a second I forgot my place. Standing there was Takara and a stranger, a young oriental man. Her warm smile greeted me as I remembered, falling to my knees, saying, “Welcome to the home of my Trainer Miss and Sir. Will you please come in?”

Both of them walked past me as Jonathan arrived, greeting them as I remained in place until I heard that I should prepare and serve the wine. I hurried to the kitchen, pouring three wineglasses, taking the crystal serving tray and walking carefully back in the room where the trio were waiting. I remembered how beautifully my sister had served and I tried my best to honor her as she had requested. I finished my presentation only to hear her say softly, “Trainer, you have brought her far. Thank you for the privilege of allow my brother and I to assist you this night.”

Jonathan smiled saying, “Akura, you should find everything you need in the second bedroom on the right.” With that he rose, giving a slight bow to his host before going in, returning shortly with a large bag as I waited in my proper position. “Takara, my charge is unaware of what will transpire tonight, would you care to explain it to her, please?”

She stood, walking over, her voice softly saying, “Girl, look at me.” I lifted my eyes, seeing the seriousness in hers.

“Tonight we will test you in three ways. Your Trainer has asked my brother to join us. He is a artist in the use of Japanese rope bondage, a talent many owners now enjoy their slaves being portrayed in. We will also test your pain limits. You have been corrected by your Trainer but this pain will be utilized to provide greater pleasure. Finally we test your ability to control your own body, for your pleasure tonight belongs to my brother and I. If you find it without permission, I shall correct you. Do you understand girl?:

I answered without pause, “Yes Miss and I thank you and your brother for assisting in my training. I am honored to be in such excellent hands.”

She smiled, my heart warming as I saw Jonathan do the same though I saw a grin on Takara’s brothers face as he pulled out a long length of purple rope. His voice was powerful saying “On your stomach girl.” I quickly obeyed, my body already trembling, the feeling of being bound one of many things I had missed for oh so very long.

This was like nothing else I had ever felt before. The softness of the rope, they way it shaped my body as he took what normally might be considered a traditional hog tie and turned it into a work of art. Akura worked his magic, his sister now kneeling by my face, stroking it gently as I moaned softly.

Takara’s voice was soft, barely a whisper in my ear as I heard, “Now we will see if my thoughts on you are true little one.” She held forth a pair of clover clamps, rolling me gently on my side as she began to suckle at my breasts. It was madness, her mouth causing me to gasp, to moan, to whimper as my arousal grew.. Suddenly she allowed the sharp edges to bite into my nipples and a muffled scream was drowned out by her mouth on mine. The kiss was passionate as I felt another clamp, her brothers hands between my legs, finding my already enflamed clit. It too embraced the pain the two would have me suffer.

She rolled me tenderly back over onto my stomach, my body shuddering with the sensations that flooded it. Our two guests disrobed, their bodies so beautiful, my eyes taking in the vision as they positioned themselves. Her smile beckoned as I heard, “Remember girl, you must control yourself, your body, your desire” as she silently nodded to her sibling and with a single stroke he buried himself in me.

I cried out, the sound a mixture of surprise and pure joy as it had been so long since anyone had touched me in such a manner. He filled me wonderfully and as my body responded, I knew how difficult it would be to obey my command. Little did I know that Trainer and Takara were well aware of that. She grabbed my hair, pulling my face into her sex, forcing me as I used my mouth to serve my new owner. At least for this one night.

The two of them kept at their tasks. The only sounds those of my frantic efforts to please the beautiful woman I had met the first night while her brother took from me what he desired. Suddenly I felt it, the beginning of my orgasm. I tried to move, to speak but Takara’s hands though small, held tight in my hair. I was helpless as my body jerked in my bonds, my pleasure squirting forth for all to see. Unknowing that Trainer and the young woman exchanged a smile.

From there it became a myriad of emotions, from shame, to pleasure, to pain but more importantly, a burning desire to please. I felt the man inside me swell, his need strong, his desire rising. With his own cry, he filled me just as his sisters body rode my face hard, her own pleasure spilling forth. I drank greedily from the delicious nectar until all three of us were left spent. Our bodies covered in sweat, though I still was on the edge of the precipice. The restraints, the clamps, everything leaving me with eyes glazed over at what has just transpired.

It took Takara a moment but she stood, walking over, picking up the dreaded cane before returning. Her hand found my hair, pulling it sharply as I whimpered. “Pleasure comes at a price girl, you were warned”, as she knelt beside me and my head hung down. Where the first night I took only one lash, this night the number was multiplied by ten. For such a diminutive figure, she knew how to wield the instrument well. By the time she was finished it was difficult but I managed to somehow remember to thank her and kiss that which had brought me so much pain and to my shame, pleasure.

I was helpless, the tears streaming down my face, my body betraying me as I lay in a pool of my own desire. My tormentor’s words had been prophetic, I was indeed all three things she had seen in me the first night we met. The bonds were removed, the clamps as well. Though he was not large in stature, Takara’s brother picked me up like a rag doll, carrying me easily into Jonathan’s room. He laid me down gently on the bed as his sister smiled, motioning him away.

She sat beside me, stroking my hair, wiping my tear stained cheeks as my body continued to tremble. The raw emotion of what had just transpired like nothing I had ever dreamed nor fantasized about. Her voice was soothing, like a balm as I felt her hands gently roll me onto my stomach. The same compound Jonathan having used on me before applied. “You honored your Trainer well with your actions tonight little one. I could see it in his eyes, hear it in his words. He is pleased though I know you might believe otherwise.”

Once again it was like she could see right through me. I should not have been surprised as she smiled, seeing the look in my eyes. “I felt the same way when Jonathan trained me. He told me I was as clumsy as an ox, that he was surprised I was able to walk upright.” I couldn’t help it, I giggled, knowing the feeling as she laughed before continuing. “In the end though, I became what I had always desired to be, a woman who can serve in the home and in the bedroom. I see in you, more talents than I will ever achieve.”

I started to speak but she put a finger to my lips as she took my hand, pulling me gently from the bed toward the bath. She began to fill the tub, taking scents and lotions from under the sink, helping lower me into the tub. I couldn’t help it, I cried out as my body reacted to the hot water and my fevered skin. Once again her calming touch helped until finally I closed my eyes as she began to speak anew.

“Please know I am happy in my service sister. You carry three traits, all of them greatly desired by many but very few of us are all of these things. They will carry you to your greatest desire. You have worked hard, your training nears its completion. The only thing left is to find your place as I hope to my own when the sale comes in less than one weeks time.” My eyes must have opened wide as she smiled. “Yes, we are both to be auctioned off on the same evening Gabrielle.”

That night, after having bid our guests goodnight I found myself kneeling at the foot of the bed. My body was gently swaying as I struggled to keep my eyes open. The day, the events finally having taken their toll, my body was demanding rest. I felt the hands which gently picked me up, my eyes slowly fluttering open. It was a soothing voice who said, “Rest girl, our time grows short” as I was lowered into the comforts of my Trainers bed, The down comforter pulled over me as I embraced my sleep. Jonathan moved to sit in a chair by the window, his eyes on me, his thoughts…the same.

For the next few days, I found life to be simple. My body attuned to the needs of the gentleman who resided here. I knew how he desired his coffee. How he wished for his home to look. How he enjoyed having certain simple tasks performed. As I did so, I found purpose in my actions and a smile playing on my lips. With each passing second, I began to understand more and more what my Trainer had said that first night. “You are a slave, take pride in being such.”

It was the last day that I heard the familiar voice beckon and I moved quickly, presenting myself only to hear a kind voice say softly, “Look at me Gabrielle.” I raised my eyes, the look of the smile on his face causing my heart to race as he began to speak. “Tonight, you will experience the auction block. People will view you, they will touch you, they will perhaps speak to you. You know that your answers should be kept short, to the point and as always spoken with respect.”

“Yes Trainer.”

He nodded before continuing, “This will be our last day together. I know you have questions. I am granting you this opportunity to ask them. You will speak as a free woman for the last time until you desire your service to come to an end. For the next few minutes, you are simply Gabrielle and I am simply Jonathan. Ask what your heart wishes to know.”

I had many questions but I did not dare to push the boundaries of the gift I had been given. I took a deep breath before saying, “I have only two questions of you M’lord.” His smile as he knew that I couldn’t call him by his first name, it would almost sound like sacrilege. “Do you think I will find an owner this night who truly desires to purchase me?”

His eyes reflected back on my own as I listened to him say, “I’ve had two weeks to prepare you for this night. I have heard many speak to me that such is folly, that you are sure to fail. That it was an impossible task from the start.” His silence for a moment weighing heavy on me until.

“Tonight you will find that a woman as unique, rare, beautiful and as talented as you will shine more brightly than any gem. More so than any diamond, ruby or emerald ever will. I will stake my reputation as a Trainer, you will be found to be more than desirable, you will find yourself treasured by an Owner.”.

My heart soared, my eyes filling with tears but then I remembered what my second question would be and I didn’t know if I could bring the words forth. Instead, he did so for me.

“I have not touched you Gabrielle, not used you in the way a man would a woman simply because to do so would change the events of not only your life but mine as well. I am a Trainer, you are my pupil. As your years in service continue, I need you to know I am always there for you. If you need my counsel, my thoughts, my advice I will freely give them. I told you from the first, when our time came to an end, I hoped it would be with you having respect for me. Now, I return the favor”,. as to my surprise he stood and bowed low.

I could not help it, the tears flowing freely now as he offered me his hand, the sound of the doorbell as he motioned. Wiping away my tears I moved to open it. I knelt quickly, my voice soft. “Welcome Master Trainer and sister to our humble home.” The dark haired woman and her servant entered, Jonathan warmly greeting them both as I waited until I was called to his side.

He held in his hands a black silk blindfold which he put around my eyes. “You are not to remove this until you are instructed to girl. If it is removed, you will keep your eyes shut tightly. You will not open them, not until I say that you may. Do I make this absolutely clear little one?”

“Yes Trainer, as you wish so it shall be.”

Seconds later I felt a long coat being placed over my shoulders, hands buttoning it and then the front door opening. A soft hand took mine as I found myself outside for the first time in two weeks. I took in the feel of the sunshine on my face for a brief moment until I was assisted into a car. The ride seemed to take forever but finally I was almost tenderly pulled from the vehicle.

I was led to a room where the coat was removed and I felt hands touching me. A garment being put on my body, then being led to a chair. Gentle touches in my hair, on my face, as I relaxed, feeling safe. The slight scent telling me it is that of the same girl who wielded the cane not so many days ago. I remembered my place, not saying a word, simply trusting the people who have taken me down the path. Helping me embrace who I am.

The Trainers words were spoken, the blindfold removed but I kept my eyes tightly shut, as I felt the caress of a brush, makeup being applied until once again a small hand took mine. The two of us walking together until we finally came to a stop.

“Girl, you may open your eyes now.”

When I opened them it took me a moment to focus. The vision in the mirror of not one, but two geishas, dressed in the formal gowns, our hair and makeup matching. Takara’s smile was one of pure delight as both the Trainers advanced upon us, the elder saying, “Present yourself.” We moved into position, only then noticing the auction number before us. A single number.

It was Jonathans voice that we heard as he spoke. “Both of you are for me my crowning achievement. I could ask for no less than perfection and I see it kneeling before me now. You are indeed sisters in mind, in body and in spirit if not in family. The Master Trainer agreed that splitting you up would be a crime as well as a sin. You belong together and you will be sold together. Whatever house claims you, takes a piece of me as well. You are both forever in my heart.”

Takara and I knelt obediently and the doors were opened. Those who would bid came forth and the adventure began.

THE END

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