Know Your Position

A collaboration with Master Jewelcrafter.

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My hands are shaking and I have to grip the steering wheel tightly as I drive to your place. I have never been quite this nervous in my life. We have been talking for a long while. We have even been on a few dates; coffee at first, then dinner and a movie, even that one night at that BDSM club. We’ve always clicked. Even the first time we met there was just this connection there. After coffee that first night I knew you would be the one I submit to.

I am not nervous about that though. I never have been. I knew all along what I was getting into and what our talks and dates would lead to. I am nervous because tonight is the night. We decided at our date last week that we were both ready to take the next step. I was eager to say yes, and though I saw the famous grin of yours playing at your lips, you cautioned me. I did not take your warning lightly. I knew that once we crossed this bridge there would be no going back. It really did scare me. The thought that I may lose one of the best connections I’ve ever had, but I knew that to get the life I’ve always wanted I had to take this risk. So, after taking the few days you required for me to “really think about it”, I texted you a resounding yes.

I wasn’t sure what to expect and my heart skipped a beat when you replied with just your address and time. A few minutes later you told me to dress comfortably and as I normally would. Somehow this had me in even more of a panic. I decided on something simple. As I pull into your driveway, I start to second guess every decision I have made so far.

I stand at your front door, still nervous and shaking slightly. I try to take a few deep breaths to calm myself. I mentally go through everything I have done to make certain I please you. I make sure to straighten out my clothes after the ride and run my hands over my light brown hair to make sure the oil I use to keep the frizz down is still working. Today is an important day for us, so I decided to do something you haven’t seen yet. I straightened my hair. Usually, I leave it the way it naturally dries; curly and resting just past my shoulders. Today with no curl, it lands on the top of my breasts.

I gather it up and push it to the side slightly. I try to make sure it doesn’t cover up my chest too much. I put a lot of thought into the perfect sweater. The black V-neck was not the first thing I tried on or the last, but I am glad I settled on it. It does a nice job of highlighting my breasts and they almost seem to be poking out the top, ready to spill out. The bra I have on helps with this and it gives me a nice and slightly wide cleavage. I paired this shirt with my “good butt jeans”. They are not too tight, but they do a nice job of showing off my long legs and squeeze my ass and hips in all the right places.

Another deep breath and then I ring the doorbell. Waiting for you to answer, my mind can’t help but run wild as I look myself over in the reflection of the tempered glass window on the door. I am happy with the hourglass-shaped figure I have, and I think my choices do my body justice. As I wait for what seems like an eternity, I start biting my lip. Should I have put makeup on? I don’t usually, except for the few occasions you have told me to, but I wonder if you will think this is a lack of effort on my part. In all honesty, I wanted to display the real me, but now I am left worrying. The fact that I still have my lip between my teeth is probably the only sign I need to know I have made the right choice. I have always had the nervous habit, and if I would have had makeup on, my teeth would be covered in red lipstick.

***

I approach the door and see you standing on the other side. I am tempted to just stare at you and make you wait, but I only hesitate for a moment, looking you up and down. I don’t spend much time admiring you. I know how nervous you get, which makes me wonder how well, you will take tonight. I am going to push you to your limit, maybe a little past it, but I have confidence you can endure it. I notice the outfit you picked out. I am quite pleased that even though you picked something comfortable to you, you still seemed to put a lot of thought into how you would present yourself to me. I can’t help but smirk as I answer the door.

I invite you in by taking your hand and kissing its back. “Welcome.” I keep an eye on you as I close the door behind you and wait to see what you will do. I notice the blush on your cheeks and watch as you take your flip-flops off and push them neatly into a corner. I told you to bring house shoes or slippers of some sort, not that you would have them on for long, but I wanted you to feel at ease. I should have known though that you would show up without them. “I hate shoes,” you once told me over drinks as we waited for our appetizers to come. “If I could go everywhere barefoot I would.”

I watch you a little longer and know, even though this is your first time here, you are too shy and timid in nature to venture in without me, so I give your hand a little squeeze, “This way, baby.”

I lead you through the foyer slowly, letting you take everything in. Since it is your first time, I know you will want to see every detail from the hardwood floor to the dark mahogany tables that are more for decoration than practical use. I pull you along slowly as we head into the living room. I give you more time here to look around. You notice I have a few pieces from various conventions, but there are not too many videogame characters that you can see. Your attention seems especially taken with some of the abstract paintings I have hanging on the wall.

I wait for you to continue your tour and let you stare at the cabinet for a few minutes. There are many glass figures, nick-nacks, and trinkets inside, all with a story of their own. If you were to examine each and ask your questions, we would spend the night talking about my “nerdism”, as you call it, instead of getting down to business, so I clear my throat to get your attention before you have that opportunity.

“Have a seat,” I smile and gesture to the couch. I know you are still very curious, but there will be plenty of time for that later. “Do you prefer red or white wine?” I can’t help but grin as I see the blush return to your cheeks. I know the answer. In fact, I know most of your food and drink preferences, but I want to hear you tell me.

***

I stare at the couch, my mind and my nerves causing my anxiety to spike. I wrestle with my mind to make a choice on where to sit. Finally, I decide on sitting as close to where you indicated as possible. And then I reply to your question. “Red please, chilled or with ice if possible.” I know you like to tease me about this. I remember you laughing at me playfully the first time you ordered it for me at that steak place we went to before a movie one night. “Red is supposed to be warm, you know.” But you winked at me and made sure the waitress chilled the glass instead of watering it down with ice.

“Chilled it is,” you reply. I know this means that you had a bottle in the fridge for me. You don’t usually store your red wine in the fridge.

I watch as you disappear into the kitchen and continue looking around from my spot on the sofa. I can barely see the entryway to the kitchen where I sit, and as I look down the hallway I notice a few more doors but they are all closed from what I can tell. Looking around the living room, more of your personality becomes quite clear. I can make out a few things in the cabinet, and I look over the multiple gaming consoles hooked up to the TV. It is quite an impressive collection. I see some older systems like the NES and the SNES, and their new “Classic” counterparts sit beside them. But there are newer systems too, a PlayStation that looks sleek and new, along with a Switch, and an Xbox that is black and green. I know nothing about gaming, but I am still impressed.

You return quickly with two glasses of wine and two coasters. It is amusing to see and I can’t help but grin. “Thank you,” I reply as I accept the glass from you and watch as you place the coaster within my reach. You have scolded me a number of times for the lack of coasters at my place. “You still need to take care of your things, even if they are the cheapest ones in the catalogue.” The lecture itself didn’t do much for my already water-stained coffee tables, but it did show me your character. You are the type of man that takes care of his possessions, whether it be material or flesh and blood. Then you asked for a rag and went to the fridge. I was sceptical when you began rubbing mayonnaise onto my coffee table. “Let it sit for a couple of hours.” And we did. When you wiped the mayonnaise away, the ring was almost gone. “Do that to the rest of your stained furniture,” you said. “I expect to see these rings virtually gone the next time I come over.” It made me fall even more for you and the lifestyle we aspire for. I knew then that it wasn’t just talking, that you were willing to put the work into me and us to make things work. And that’s when I knew I had to be all in too.

As you sit, you raise your glass to me and we clink them together. “Salud,” you say with a wink knowing it will make me giggle even before taking a sip.

I take a rather large sip of wine to try and calm my nerves before I place the glass down on the coaster. I am not sure what you have in mind for today, but I know that this is the turning point. We are taking the next step in our relationship, and no matter what that is, I am ready. But not knowing what’s to come is scary as hell.

Again, your famous grin plays at your lips as you take a much more conservative sip of your wine before putting it down on the coaster beside you. As you stare at me, I feel like I am on display now.

“Are you enjoying your time with me thus far?”

The question kind of catches me off guard. Of course I am. That is why I am here. To spend more time with you and invest in a relationship that would hopefully lead to spending all my time with you.

I smile and look at you. I am trying to think of a cheeky little remark for you, but as I look at you, I know this is my future Master talking and I need to take this seriously. “Oh yes, very much so. In all senses.” Once again, I blush as I look up at you. I often feel like I am too forward with my small confessions, but you never seem to mind.

“What has been your favourite so far?”

This is such a trick question. I have loved everything we have done. Especially the nights where we are just cuddled on the couch, or the night you made me take my thong off in the bathroom of a pretty fancy restaurant and bring it to you, or the night at a hockey game where you made me wear butterfly panties and played with me the whole night. They all hold a special place in my mind, but there is one common thread that has to be what I enjoy the most. As I play with the hem of my sweater, I advert my gaze, again shy about the “confession” I am about to make.

“I like how kind you are. You always make me feel so safe and secure. Even when we were at that BDSM club, you made sure I was comfortable and at ease. You never pushed or pressured me, you simply supported me and helped me break out of my shell.” I shrug and bite my lip as I glance up at you. “I guess I just like spending time with you and growing.”

***

I nod as you talk and can’t help but smile. It is nice to know that you appreciate me and my style. You will always be safe with me. That is my silent promise to you as I give your hand a little squeeze and rub the back of it.

“And I want that to continue. I can be just about anything you want and need me to be, but I need that from you too.”

I watch you process this. You take a moment to sip your wine with your free hand. Then with a smile and newfound confidence, I see the side of you I only get to see when I have you under my control.

“I am ready to be whatever you want me to be.” And the way you meet my eye and stare at me has me convinced that you would do almost anything to make this work for us.

“I want you to be a lot of things for me. Things I will build and train you to be.” I look at you now to make sure you are still on the same page. You seem to be. You are not shaking anymore, and you have kept eye contact with me this whole time. This is the confident submissive I love to see. It is amazing how simple domination can really make you shine, and much more confident in yourself.

“Now, I know you like spankings,” I give you a knowing grin. “What about slapping?”

I can tell I have sparked something in you. You are quick to nod, but I see the red your cheeks take on. I know you are ashamed of some of the things that turn you on. We will work on that. I wait for you to elaborate a little. I want you to stand up for yourself, to make sure that your fears are heard and considered, but you don’t. I want to hope that it is because you trust me that you don’t think you need to put limitations to certain things, or express that you don’t want anything too extreme, especially in the face. But you don’t say a word.

I give you a comforting smile as I rub the soft skin of your cheek with my hand. “That’s good. You like having your hair pulled.” It is more a statement than a question, but I want you to confirm it for me one more time.

This brings a wider smile to your face and I can see your eyes light up slightly. You are proud of this one. You weren’t always though; I remember trying to get a list of your likes out of you. It was like pulling teeth. You couldn’t look at me and I tried not to push you too much that night. But hair pulling was one you confessed to me. And as you did, I titled your chin up so you had to look at me. I gave you a small lecture on how you should be proud of what you enjoy and not ashamed. And I made sure to drive it home by running my fingers through your hair. You liked that, you told me so, so proudly and with such a warm smile. I wanted to make sure every time you thought of your hair, no matter if it was being played with or being yanked on, you smiled. And it worked, clearly.

“Yes Sir,” you reply proudly as you rub your cheek against my hand. “I love being controlled by my hair and having it used against me; pulled this way and that to your will.”

“Wonderful.” My hand slides behind your head now, just as it did that fateful night. It took me an hour of playing with your hair, tugging it this way and that so I could move your head and place kisses on your neck, to get you to comfortably say, “I like having my hair pulled.” I want to reinforce that now. I take a handful of your hair and force your head back, just slightly, as I pull you towards me. Once you are close enough, I place small pecks at the corners and center of your lips, before kissing the tip of your nose. “My good girl.” I pull you back gently and slowly release your hair.

I see the effect this has on you. You moan slightly and I see you watching my lips. You want a real kiss, I know, but this is about something much more than that. I watch you squirm slightly, your thighs rubbing together. I know your clit must be aching now, your pussy I can only imagine is starting to drip.

“You want to be owned right? To be completely under your Master’s will? It will take time to get there, but is that what you want?”

***

I look up at you and for the first time since arriving here, I am not nervous. I am not scared. I have no fear, no conflict. “Yes Sir. I want to be owned by you, to be yours. I want to put my faith in you and give up control to you of everything.”

I know I am ready. I have wanted this for a long time; longer than we have even known each other. Since I was a child, this need for a strict hand, for domination in my life has always been there. I spent so many years just floating around, never really finding my place or where I belonged until I found you. You grounded me, you told me that my wants, and my needs, were not stupid. That it was okay to be a follower; that wanting to be a housewife and mother was not something to be ashamed of no matter what modern-day “feminism” said. It was like you gave me permission to finally be myself.

“You know that level of submission can only be accomplished through a 24/7 dynamic. Are you ready and willing to start that journey?”

Am I ready? I have been waiting for this my whole life. While you change my life every moment we spend together, we have never spent longer than a week together. And it was one of the best weeks of my life. I am ready to be comfortable in my skin. I am ready to be free. And without hesitation, I look you dead in the eye.

“Yes Sir. I am ready.”

I’m watching you. I love just staring at you. Your smile is infectious. And you are smiling again as you nod with my words. I wonder if you find me cute or if you are happy with my resolve. Maybe it is both. I watch you stand up and take a few steps before turning back to look at me. “You know my toys, but I want you to see my dungeon. It is small for now, but I want it to grow.” As you say this you offer me your hand.

I can barely hide my excitement as I take your hand and stand up with you. I am so close now I can smell you. Your natural musk is just barely covered by the smell of your cologne. It is intoxicating. I barely notice where we are going until we stop in front of one of the closed doors.

“Normally, I keep this door locked when I have company. This room will be many things for us. There isn’t much here right now, but it will grow as we grow.” You turn the knob and push the door open. You sweep your hand inside the room and flick the light on.

You call this “not much”, but I am still slightly slack-jawed as I walk in. My mind is already starting to imagine all the uses for these things. I blush as I see the stripper pole in a corner by itself. There is definitely enough room to dance around it, and it reminds me of the lap dance I gave you at the BSDM club.

“You are free to explore the room and ask any questions you have,” you smile and give me a nod. “Here is where you will be punished, rewarded, trained, played with, and anything else I see fit.”

As I walk over to the stripper pole, all I can think of are the songs I have heard over the years. The ones that I have definitely moved my hips to and thought what it would be like to strip to. I run my hands up and down the metal pole and smile as I test it slightly. I use my hand to swing around on it and blush as I realize how easy and natural that had come.

“Obviously, the stripper pole doesn’t need much explanation. You will put on shows for me, strip, and dance. And you’ll be in charge of picking out songs you’d like to dance to.” It is as if you can read my mind and I blush as I move along.

On my way to the next corner, I notice a seemingly small toy just sitting in the middle of the floor against the wall. I almost didn’t notice it. It seemed just like a small leather box, but upon closer inspection, I see it is a Sybian. The little raised area is a give-away to what it is, even though the area where a dildo could be attached is empty at the moment. I have never used one, but I can only imagine being forced to sit on it for a long period of time. It sounds like bliss and yet pure torture. Across from the pole is a set of D-Rings. They are drilled into the wall, two high and two low. I know exactly what these are for. There is nothing hanging from them now, but I can imagine chains running through them or cuffs being clipped to the rings. It all leads to me hanging from them, and the thought makes me bite my lip as my body responds. And finally, there is a spanking bench in the corner. I have only seen this in porn, but I know it can be used in a number of ways. I trail my fingertips over the leather of the padding and I smile to myself as I think of being bent over it and spanked, probably with a nice paddle. Along the same wall is a large wooden box. I have saved this one for last. It looks like a simple shipping crate; the only exception is that it is carved with beautiful swirls and decorative designs. It is about four feet tall and close to four feet long. I have never really seen anything like this used before. I inspect it closely, thinking I may find a hole somewhere, like a glory hole, or something like that. But there is nothing. I am slightly embarrassed to ask about it, but no matter how long I stare at it I cannot figure out what it is or what purpose it serves, especially in a room like this.

***

I follow you to the wooden box with a smile on my face. I know you are quite smart, but I don’t expect you to know what this is. I myself have only seen one of these in my life, and I own it. But I want to see what you think of it, and I am curious to hear your questions. I watch you try to work it out and then stare up at me, shy about your curiosity.

“We called this the Boo-Boo Box when we bought it.” I smile, reliving the memory for a moment as I place my hands on the top of the box and slide it apart. “I bought it with a previous sub to hold our toy collection.” And with that, I reach in and take out the toy bag you are familiar with.

“Why Boo-Boo?” you ask as I notice you looking into the now empty box. I wonder if you’ve yet realized its second purpose.

“She was a bit of a brat and joked that I could throw her in there when she was being bad. Her own Boo-Boo Box. I decided it wasn’t a joke.” I watch your face to see your reaction. You aren’t nervous it seems, but you do seem to be lost in thought.

“I can be bratty sometimes.” You seem to be saying this absentmindedly as you look it over again.

I give your ass a playful tap as I put the toys back in the box. “Then you may need to spend some time in the Boo-Boo Box,” I tease as I kiss the side of your head. “We will have to get you inside later to see if I need to make any modifications to it first.”

“I won’t make a point of getting into that much trouble.”

“Not often at least.” I give you a little smile and nudge.

“Yes, not often.” I can tell you are nervous now, just by the cute little giggle that you let escape. I know that it will take a while to work you up to most things. But I need to know what excites you, and what you actually want underneath all that armour. I close the box and sit on it, cross-legged, and watch you. “Do you like my dungeon?”

It takes you a moment. You must be thinking of something important, but finally, you give me your full attention and come to stand in front of me. “I do. And I can’t wait to add to it with you.”

“Good. Start thinking of some ideas. If we move forward with this, I want you to spend most weekends here. Not every weekend, at least not right away. But I do want you to spend some time here with me every week.”

You seem disappointed to hear this, you’re even pouting a little. I think you want to spend more than just two days a week with me. And that’s good, I want that too. But I know we have to take our time. We can’t rush into anything or we risk trying to take on too much too fast, and we wouldn’t want that.

“I would like that. You may not be able to get rid of me though.” You smile and blush slightly as you look down and then back up to meet my eyes. This confirms exactly what I thought. You are ready and eager.

“Oh, you would be put to good use. You are not going to be here just as a sex slave, or a pain slut. You are going to be “A” “Slave”. Anything and everything I need from you I will get from you. I will build you up and train you into what you want to be and what I need you to be. This will not just be sex, understand?”

I know you do. I know you understand and that this is what you want. But I need to be clear. You are more than a sex toy; you are more than just one dynamic of my life. I need you to understand that and I need you to feel comforted by that. We have talked about this before, the men of your past. The ones that just wanted sex from you and told you anything they thought you wanted to hear in order to get it. Some were very good tricksters, which made them hurt worse when they left after you wouldn’t put out. I have been very blunt with what I wanted. Nothing was sugar-coated to win you over. I told you what I offered, what I wanted, and when I expected it. You would either accept that and stay or reject it and leave. So far you have stayed and slowly you have opened up to me. Told me what you wanted, granting me your trust. Trusting that I can grow you into the person we both want you to be.

“Yes, of course.” You wink at me and I can tell you’re getting more comfortable now, friskier even. You seem to come alive when we talk like this. “Keep saying things like that and I’ll never leave.”

That would be wonderful. I smile at the thought, but I know I can’t tell you this just yet. I have to be the responsible one here. The one who makes sure everything is perfect for us and set in a way for us to succeed.

I push off of the box and stand before you. I push your hair out of the way and place a soft kiss on your lips. I know this will be the biggest test yet for you, but I am not worried. If I did my job right I have prepared you for this. “For you to submit this way, any bit of inhibition you have left needs to be broken.” I let my hands rest on your shoulders. “You are my stone, your body my unworked gem. If you are ready to be worked into a shining jewel, to give every part of your body over to me to work and design as I see fit, come and stand in the center of the living room.” And with that, I leave you and head straight to the living room to wait. I know you want this. Now we see how bad you want it. And how serious you actually are.

***

It takes me only a split second to follow behind you. I may have been nervous coming here. But I know what I want and I know I have found that and more with you. This hallway feels so long now compared to when you led me down it, but I finally make my way to the living room and stand right in the middle. As I wait for you to react, I am not scared and I am not worried. I know that you accept me for who I am and soon I will be yours. I wait for what seems like forever for you to acknowledge me. You are sitting on the couch and are having sips of your wine before you look at me. “No hesitation or fear. That’s good. Your slave training begins in earnest now. Everything before was just play. It will not disappear. It will remain, but this is real. When I am done with you tonight, you will be my slave. Understand?”

Not for the first time, I wonder if you can read my mind as you take another sip of wine. I meet your eye, as you have told me to do and smile. “Yes Sir.”

“Good girl,” I can hear the pride in your voice as you put the wine glass back down on the coaster. “Now first things first. Take off all of your outer clothes and toss them aside, away from you.”

I take a deep breath and slowly take my shirt off. This black V-neck didn’t leave much to the imagination the way my breasts almost spilled out over the top of it and the way it clung to my curves, but it was a protective layer of sorts that I am now stripping it off. As I pull it over my head and gently toss it aside, my black lace bra is revealed. Next are my jeans. I slowly undo the button, pull down the zipper, and push them down my long legs. I am tempted to kick them in the same direction as my shirt, but I give them a slight nudge, just hard enough for them to join my shirt. Now along with my bra, I stand in black bikini panties, the back just covering my ass cheeks.

I blush slightly as you eye me up and down. This isn’t the first time you’ve seen me half-naked, but it is the first time I stand on display for you to openly gawk and judge my body. When the small little curled grin takes over the side of your mouth, I know you approve and it is a weight off of my shoulders.

“Very good. I will now tell you how I want you to strip for me from now on. When you strip for me, after about three seconds, I want you to slowly turn around and hold for at least three seconds with your back to me, before turning the rest of the way around to face me again. When you strip for me, I want to see all around you. I want to not only see your tits and pussy, I want to see your ass too, especially if you aren’t stripping completely naked and have on a thong.”

I slowly start to turn as you instructed, making sure to take my time. All the while thinking of what you have just said. Clearly, my days of wearing bikini underwear will soon be a thing of the past. Only sluts wear thongs. It is something you jokingly told me while we were out shopping one day. And then of course you proceeded to buy one for me. A nice black one you made me go into the bathroom and change into right after purchasing it. Once I have done half the turn, I stop and slowly count to three in my mind before continuing my little turn around until finally, I am staring at you again.

“Very good,” you smile and I can tell you are proud of me for getting through this. You know it is not easy for me to put myself out there. You have told me many times that my body is not something to be ashamed of, but still, I struggle with positive body image. But you are always so supportive and complimentary of me and the parts I hate the most. It took me a while, but I am finally comfortable enough in my own skin to do this with you. And I love it.

“Today you will learn about positions. There are many general ones, but I have my own and will develop more as needed. Every position is divided into two levels. Level one and level two. Simple enough?”

I nod and bite my lip. This sounds like it is about to get very complicated. I can only hope I can remember all your instructions and make you proud. I pride myself on being a quick learner and it seems like today I will have to be. Though I know you will take as much time with me as I need to get it right. I want to show off for you, I want to get it right the minute you teach me something.

“Level one positions will be used in public and private. They have a different version and expectation depending on where we are. Level two positions are just private. They are never to be used in public. Venues such as BDSM clubs and kink aware friends count as private. Understood?”

The thought of the BDSM bar we visited not so long ago makes me smile, and I must say the thought of your friends seeing me so exposed turns me on too. We haven’t talked about that too much, but I know I once shared a fantasy with you of being groped and grabbed by a bunch of people I didn’t know. You jokingly told me you could make that happen. And now I think you fully meant it.

“The position you will learn tonight I call Present. It has four variations, but we are going to start with the easiest one. For Present, you stand with your feet shoulder length apart and arms stretched with hands behind your head. It is a potion you stay in until I tell you to drop it or take you from it. If I have you do a task, such as “strip” or “fetch water”, you are to return to it after the task is done.” I nod as you talk, trying to let it all sink in and trying to remember the exact details of what you are saying. It is all a bit overwhelming. “Now assume the position.”

I try to remember everything you said. How there are a lot of different positions, how there are different levels and variants. Spread your legs, I remind myself. Hands behind your back. I do my best to follow the instructions you gave. My legs don’t seem nearly wide enough, so I move them over more. And once I think I have it the way you explained it, I put my hands behind my back, letting them rest on the small of my back as I interlock my fingers.

***

I breathe out and stand, lifting my glass and taking a final, long sip from it before putting it down. I wonder if this is you testing me. Though you are very playful normally, bratty even, this is not your style. I chalk it up to nerves as I make my way to you. I keep this in mind as I walk behind you. It is not your fault. I know it is all a little overwhelming for you. Still, I smack your ass hard enough to make you yelp and then grab you by the wrists and raise your arms up.

“I said behind your head, not behind your back.” I place your fingers behind your head and give your other cheek a slap, just as hard as the last. “I know you are excited but pay attention.” And without another word, I make my way back to the couch to look you over.

You groaned from the last slap. Maybe it wasn’t quite as hard as the first, or maybe you were expecting that one. Either way, you look shaken. You are blushing slightly now, and the way you say, “Forgive me Sir,” makes me realize that I may have been too harsh with you right out of the gate. My style has always been tough love, especially when training. I would be a pretty shitty Dom if I didn’t consider modifying this tactic for you. You need to know that this life, the one you want, will not always be easy. But I make a note to give you much more praise than I normally would.

“Listen to what I say and think before you act. What you did was a different position, not the one I am teaching you. There are little nuance differences, but they are differences. The next mistake is two slaps, and they will compound from there: two into four, four into eight, and so on. Each cheek gets its own set, so do the math.”

I watch you nod and I can see by the way you are holding yourself now that you are upset. You once told me the worst punishment in your mind was my disappointment and I can see the effect that has had on you. I feel awful as you hang your head. I know you are on the verge of crying now, and it is my doing.

I get up from the couch again and slowly approach you. You are like a scared animal now and I don’t want to frighten you anymore. I gently run my fingers through your hair and whisper in your ear. “You are a smart girl and very determined. I know they won’t climb that high.” You nod but still, you keep your head down. That doesn’t seem to have the effect I thought it would.

“Good girl,” I tell you as I continue to pet your hair. “In most positions, you are to have your head down like this. But Present you are to look forward at all times.” I gently lift your chin with my hand as I say this. It hurts me to see you cry, especially like this. Once you are staring at me, I wipe the tears from your eyes. All I want to do is hold you and pet you until you have calmed and returned to your fun and frisky self, but I must continue. I must be strong now. This won’t work if I break at every tear. I need to push myself, as well as you, now. “Don’t move your eyes from facing forward. Don’t follow me as I move, but you may look at me when I am in your field of view.”

With that being settled, I begin to move around you now, my hand trailing from your face down to your waist as I circle you. I am going to give you a little time to recover. But I want to keep you in this mindset, so I move slowly, letting you focus on my gentle touch.

***

I stay the way you have set my head and keep staring forward. My insides are shaking now. I am upset, but most of all I am nervous now. I’m not really scared, but I am so concerned that I will disappoint you again. I am kind of hurt that you don’t do much in the way of comforting me, but I guess that is part of the training process.

When you are in front of me again, I feel your hands on my breasts. You are examining the bra I am wearing. This is the first time you have really had the opportunity to just look at and examine my breasts while they are in their bra. I try to hold still and not moan as your hands run all over them, feeling the soft fabric against your hands. I can tell you are inspecting this bra to see if it truly is the right fit. You pull the top of the bra and take a good look at how my breasts fill it.

I blush as I realize that this bra probably wasn’t the best choice. While it does show off my breasts very nicely, it is because it is so tight it pushes everything up. Even though my breasts are high and proud, you still notice that they are swimming in the D-cup of the bra. You continue on your inspection though, your hands trailing along the fabric as you follow it behind me to the back of the bra. You realize that, even though it would be naturally tight, I have tied it as tight as I could to impress you and make my tits prominent. Out of the blue, you snap the back of my bra, careful to not make it burn too much. Still the sting of the snap catches me off guard and I gasp before blushing as the tight band settles back in the groove it has made in my skin.

“Most people want their subs as silent as possible while in positions, especially this one. We both know I like listening. I like when you make noise.” And with that, you snap my bra again, and again I gasp but it is followed with a light moan. “I don’t want you as silent as possible, but I do want you to be silent. So far you have given me the type of silence I want, just a slight noise. Groans and whimpers. Be careful not to overdo it though. You will have to learn what is acceptable noise while in this position.” When you finish speaking you slap my ass again, not nearly as hard this time but enough to get a little noise from me that is the cross between a moan and a grunt. “Go too high and some part of you will get slapped once, just a notice you’ve gone too high. Just accept it and control yourself. Stay silent. Understand?”

I simply nod as I remain in the position you left me, legs spread slightly, hands behind my head, staring forward. I am not sure if I am meant to actually reply at this moment or just remain silent, so I stay silent. This seems acceptable to you though as you continue to play with my bra. You run your fingers along the ends of the straps and pull slightly until you reach the top that lays on my shoulders. You give them both good tugs, like the reigns of a sled, and it causes my breasts to bounce slightly.

When you are finished toying with my breasts, you run your hands down my sides and trace along the waistband of my panties. Soon you make your way to my ass crack and trace the soft material of the bikini style panties until it ends and it is just my cheeks left. I feel your fingers slip under the material on each side and start to slowly pull up on them causing the material to ride up slightly, but then you let it fall back to covering part of my ass cheeks. You turn your attention back to the waistband of my panties and run your fingers round until you’re back in front of me. You let the fabric snap against me. It makes more of a noise than anything else, but still the elastic stings a little.

Even though you are close to me, I make sure not to look at you until you are directly in my line of sight. You make sure to look me in the eye before kneeling down and coming at eye level with my panties. I bite my lip as I feel your breath on me. You run your hands over the front, feeling the soft fabric again, and you let your hand slide between my legs, dragging the back of your hand back up again. I desperately want to grind against you, but I know that really would not be acceptable in this situation. Maybe that is the point, to test my willpower. You continue, this time running your fingers along the sides of my panties and moving between my legs. I have no doubt you can feel the heat coming off me, and as you slip your fingers in, even more, I know you feel just how moist they have become. You don’t comment on it though and you continue to pull the fabric away from my body.

Your fingers are on the move again. This time they interlace inside my panties and you run them up and down my mound just above my clit. It still makes my muscles clench, and yet again I desperately want to grind against you. But I bite my lip and force myself to stand still and be quiet.

“Did you shave down here before you came?” Your teasing of me is over now and you let the fabric snap back again before going to sit on the couch.

I can’t help but blush and resist the urge to nod my head. My arms are killing me now from being in this position for so long, but I am doing my best to meet your requirements. “Yes Sir.”

“You pay attention to what I like.” You nod as you continue to watch me. How could I not? Recently we played unexpectedly, and I hadn’t freshly shaved. You made a comment about how you were not a fan of stubble. And since I have shaved every other day and touched it up when need be to make sure I am always ready for you. “I like that,” you smile. “Now strip the rest of the way.”

You slowly slide your hands behind your back and unclip your bra. It seems like it takes you forever, and I almost scold you for teasing me like this and making me wait to see your large breasts freed, but how could I blame you after everything I have done to tease you this evening? You put on a slight show for me, slipping your bra straps off your arms and then sending it to join the growing pile. That was the easy part, I know. Removing the panties will be much harder, mentally. But to your credit, you put your thumbs in the waistband of your panties and slowly slide them down your legs before giving them a slight kick towards the rest of your clothes.

Watching you strip makes me happy, and to see little to no hesitation on your part truly means the world to me. I know how self-conscious you are, and I know it has been a long journey to get here. But as you stand in front of me, hairless pussy, shaved legs, breasts hanging freely, nipples hard as pebbles, I know you are not worrying about anything right now.

As you slowly start to turn I am very encouraged to see that you have remembered the rest of the ritual. Your whole body is now being shown off to me. It is something that took a long time for you to get comfortable with, but now you are making me proud. You stand with your back to me for the required three seconds, and I must say, three seconds was not nearly enough. I may have to change that and make it longer in the future. But I don’t want to overwhelm you with that right now. Finally, you complete the turn and are back where you started.

“Good girl.” I continue to admire your naked body as I take a few sips of wine. Judging from the blush on your cheeks, you have realized one of the main purposes of this position. “The point of Present is severalfold. Its main purpose is to expose you, put you on display. You’ll see just how much with the other versions. Present like this is also used for inspections, where your body is inspected in full. Every inch, every hole; you will be poked, prodded, pulled and manipulated. No matter how your body is moved, always return to this stance once it is free to do so.”

I see you bite your lip again and I know that is because of how turned on you are getting. You’re very cute like that, and after paying close attention I can usually tell the turned-on version of your lip bites versus the nervous or anxious version. And this one is telling me your pussy is soaking wet and probably already gushing.

When I think I have let you stand long enough, I place my wine back down and get up. I walk over to you, but I don’t stop. I slowly circle you twice this time, but I do not touch. My eyes travel up and down your naked body, and I try to commit everything to memory. I know the urge to cover up is strong in your mind, but you know better. I watch silently as you close your eyes and try to calm yourself. This is something I taught you and you have used it well. You are quick to open your eyes again though, probably hoping I didn’t notice. I stand in front of you and place my hands on either side of your face, looking it over. Your hazel green eyes with flecks of gold look back at me and again I wait until I see the spark in your eye return. I give your small and stout nose a little peck, before continuing to your lips.

I press my fingers against your full, red lips and force them apart and cause your mouth to open wide. I let my fingers explore, examining your teeth, the inside of your cheeks, and finally across your tongue. I pinch it and pull it out before letting it go and moving on.

***

I desperately want to lick and suck on your fingers, but I try to remind myself of all the things you have said so far today. This is about training. and I have to learn control, learn to stay still and stare as you work my mouth and soon the rest of my body. You move on to my neck, forcing my head back as you use my chin to control me. You wipe the spit and drool that was left on your fingers into my neck as you run your hands over it, getting a feel of its shape and muscles. I have to concentrate very hard to keep my muscles loose and allow you to control my body like this. It is an odd sensation but still very erotic.

You release my neck and pull my head forward to focus on my hair now. You run your hands through it, from the top of my scalp to the bottom of its length. As you move behind me, you gather my hair up and pull it back with you, letting it fall over my interlocked hands behind my head.

“Your hair is naturally curly, isn’t it?”

I am pretty sure this is more a statement than a question. You know the answer already, but still I reply, “Yes Sir.”

“I don’t like the shaved head look. You know that. It’s not something I would want. You’d really have to piss me off to make me even think about that as any kind of suitable punishment. That being said, how important is your hair to you?”

“When I am your slave, my hair is your hair. As long as I have some and it looks decent for public.”

“Good answer.” The way you say that makes me wonder if you don’t quite believe what I say. In all honesty maybe you don’t. But I truly don’t take too much time or effort for my hair on a regular basis. “I like straight hair, so you will keep it straight from now on. We may dye it as well.”

And without another word you continue working your hands down my back, rubbing it and tracing the bones of my shoulder blades, and then feeling each bone in my spine as you run your hands down the center of my back. Once you reach the small of my back, you move to my ribs and find each one of those. At no point do you go below my waist.

As you inspect my upper body, I find a spot on the wall and try to focus on it, but it doesn’t hold my attention. At least not the way your hands do. I follow them in my mind and each touch thrills me. But as you move to my front, I start to feel terribly exposed. My breasts being pushed up and out for you, it makes me feel dirty. But it also turns me on, and I wonder if pussy juices will be running down my legs by the time you get there.

But you are not in a hurry. You let your hands run over my breasts and give them a good heave. I know they are the biggest you have ever had; you’ve told me a few times as you twisted my nipples or gave them a playful smack. I have no doubt that you will enjoy examining them closer.

You begin with my right breast, running your fingers along the sides, parallel to each other. You lift it up and let your fingers run from the base on the underside, over the nipple, to the base on the top side. You pull and squeeze it, then trace the areola around the breast before tracing around the inside of it, as if you were colouring it in. I am slightly disappointed that you don’t give my hard nipple more attention, but again almost as if you can read my mind, you return to it and give it a few flicks. I try not to moan but a small one escapes as you press my nipple into my breast, and then pinch it and pull it away from my body. You have it pulled up quite high, the weight of my breasts hanging by just the nipple. When it is as high as it will go, you twist my nipple and let it go. My breast bounces against my chest slightly as it comes to rest. You repeat the process with my left breast, just as slow and methodical, the only change being my pierced nipple. You pull at my ring, using it this time to raise my breast up from my body. You use your other hand to help hold some of the weight but then let it go so that all the weight pulls on my nipple ring. In my mind, I can see the way my nipple must be stretched. It hurts, but it is nothing I can’t handle. The pain actually turns me on, and I feel my pussy gush again.

You take your time examining my nipple ring. You let it go and the breast bounces back against me. I can barely see your face, but I think I see a grin as you readjust the ring, making sure the ball is downward opposite my nipple.

You move to my arms now, taking one from behind my head and pulling it straight. You start at my fingers and notice I am still biting my fingernails even after you gave me a few small scolding’s. Though you don’t say anything this time I know this is something you are going to correct in me. “I know it is a hard habit to break.” That’s how you always ended your lecture. And I really am trying, but something tells me you will find an incentive to encourage me to leave them be.

***

I move up your sun-kissed arms and enjoy how smooth the skin is. You have a few “beauty marks” as they call them but besides that almost perfect skin. I check for any bumps or fine hairs. Your arms have slight peach fuzz on them, which is cute. I look at your armpits for any hairs that you may have missed, but I don’t notice any. You have done a good job. No freckles or scars that I can see. I repeat this with your other arm and I am quite pleased when you put both arms back behind your head as I release each without being prompted.

I move my hands down between your breasts and over your stomach, causing you to jump slightly. I notice your stomach is very ticklish and I test this to see just how ticklish. I continue running my fingers around and you seem to jump or squirm whenever I move too far to the left or right. “Hold the position,” I smile as I smack your hip playfully. Once my little fun is over, I poke and knead your stomach seeing how much or how little it gives to my hands.

My hands slowly move down around your mound now, but I pass by your pussy, giving it only the slightest touch, and moving on to explore your legs. My hands massage your upper leg, front and back, squeezing just below your butt. Slowly I move my hands down, feeling the smoothness of your hairless legs. I am careful with your knees, but still, I run my fingers over them, especially the back of your knees. Continuing down to your shin and calves, I massage and caress, feeling the muscles and bone beneath the skin. I move down to your foot, examining it, checking each toe, pushing my fingers between them, examining the length, colour and shape of each nail and toe. Your feet are tanned like the rest of your body, but you have noticeable tan lines of flip flops around your toes. Your feet are smooth at the moment, but I can tell you don’t take quite as good care of them as you should. This could be because you are always barefoot too, and so I make a note of that in my mind as I run my fingers over the bright red nail polish. You have done a good job of painting them, and if I wasn’t paying such close attention, I wouldn’t have noticed the tell-tale signs of someone who picks at her nails. The unnatural point they have to them is giving it away.

I move back up your legs, framing your pussy with my hands and kneading the area slightly. I feel around your pussy lips and see how wet you are. I pull your lips apart and run my fingers around the opening of your pussy and around your clit before sticking my fingers inside to feel around for a bit, but not fingering you or trying to make you cum. Any sensations you feel are short-lived.

I notice a few things about your pussy; you have missed a few hairs, but I am proud of you for trying. You used to only trim things up before we met, now you try to shave it when you know we are going to be together. I also notice that your pussy is still quite tight. You were a virgin when we met, but I would have thought all the playing we have done with toys and other items may have loosened you up a bit. That doesn’t quite seem to be the case.

I stand up, my hands lingering on your pussy, before moving around to your back. I run my hands down the small of your back and to your butt. I grope each ass cheek and move my hands around the entire area, from hips to crack, small of the back to top of the legs. I squeeze each cheek from opposing directions, top to bottom, left to right, both separately and then squeezing them together. I pull your ass cheeks apart and stare at your asshole as I run my fingers near and around it.

I slide my finger back down your slit and into your pussy, getting it nice and wet with your juices before going back to your asshole and pressing my finger inside. Your asshole is tight, but you have had my finger up your ass before and you slowly relax your muscles and only moan slightly as my finger pushes inside you. I continue to push into you until my finger is as deep as it can go. Once there I stand up, my hand twisting to follow me, the finger inside you turning to follow my movement. I massage my finger inside your asshole for a moment before pulling it out and slowly pushing it back in a few times. You moan quite a bit as I finger fuck your ass, and it seems you are enjoying it a bit too much.

I smack your ass once, letting you know you are getting too noisy. I press closer to you as my finger moves slowly inside and out. My other hand runs from your ass, where it stayed after the smack, up your side towards your breast. My hand lingers only a moment to toy with your nipple before moving to your neck, taking hold of it and forcing your head slightly back.

This close, I can hear you panting. You are loving having your ass filled by me, and I know it is hard for you to continue holding this position. “There is no part of you I have not seen,” I whisper into your ear. “While your body may still have many stories to tell, I have seen the pages and it can no longer hide anything from me. You are one step closer to being the slave you so desperately want to be. One step closer to being truly mine.”

I let go of your neck and remove my finger as I back away. I watch you struggle to remain in position for a moment after the sudden stop. “Stay like that. I’ll be right back. Remember, you stay in a position until I say you can leave it, or I put you in another one.” You then hear me exit the room.

***

I make sure to right myself perfectly and I wait, and wait, and wait. My pussy juice is definitely pooling, and my asshole is feeling empty now. My clit stings and itches, desperate for attention. But I dare not move. As I wait for you, I can hear the running water in the kitchen and know you will return soon. When you do you have a glass of water in each hand, and you come to stand before me.

“I will now teach you how to come out of this position,” you say. “What allows you to leave it. Understand that each position has a base position; kneeling, standing, etc. What I will explain now does not allow you out of that base position, just out of the position I had you in. If you are laying down, continue to lay down. Just do so comfortably and relaxed. At ease.”

I am unsure of what all that means. My head is spinning trying to take it all in. I look up at you and slowly start lowering my arms. When you don’t seem mad by this or move to correct me, I let my arms down the rest of the way.

Once I am standing a little more relaxed, you hand me the glass of water. “Good. Take a moment to gather yourself before the training continues. That was the hardest part.” I wait for you to take a sip of your water before taking mine. “We still have more to go through for this position, but it will not be as intense as that, though they could be. There is no need to put you through all that, three more times. I want you to learn this position completely tonight.”

“Yes Sir.”

“You may sit on the couch for a moment if you need to, but then we continue with you sitting on the floor. Sit on the floor only when you are ready to continue.”

I want to please you, and I think I know how to do that. I take a few sips of the water and then move to sit on the floor. You’re kind enough to take the glass of water, or what remains of it, from me and set it aside.

As you sit on the couch, I can feel your eyes on me. “When Present is taken when sitting or kneeling on the floor, it isn’t too different from the standing version. Your legs are still shoulder length apart, hands behind your head. Head not back.” I wink at you and grin playfully. “You don’t sit on the balls of your heels though. You sit up as straight as you can.”

I look up at you and nod, “So like in church?”

***

I chuckle slightly as the Catholic school girl inside of you pokes her head out. “Yes, just like that. Now show me.”

You are quick to get up on your knees, your legs spread wide as you get into position and put your hands on your head. Once you are comfortable, you sit up on your knees as straight as you can. You look like you’re about to fall over any minute with your knees so wide apart. I stand up and gently nudge your knees inwards, aligning them with your shoulders and giving you a little more stability.

“The goal of this position isn’t to spread your legs wide for access. While there are variations of this version, legs wide, closed, on your heels, this is the default. If you are to variate from this default, it’s because I gave you specific directions to do so. Present Wide. Present Closed. Present Down.” I see you blush, but you are nodding, and it encourages me to continue. “This is the nice thing about this version. It has several variations. The standing version has Wide and Closed and not much in between, one not adding much and the other taking away. You can imagine what things open in the Kneeling Present version.”

I move behind you and gather your hair up before letting it fall over your hands, hiding them. Then I move to stand in front of you, giving you no choice but to stare straight as my hand rests on the top of your head. Now you are basically forced to stare at my crotch. “The same rules apply. No sound, eyes forward, etc. I’m sure you’ve noticed this is a bit uncomfortable.” I think this may be an understatement as I see you shake a little trying to hold the position. “There would be less inspection in this version and more lecture, guidance, training, and waiting. You wouldn’t be in this position nearly as long as the standing one. The standing version focuses on your whole body, this one mostly on your upper. At ease.”

It doesn’t take you long to sink down and sit on your heels. I am sure your back is feeling the strain along with your legs and arm muscles. “This version can be used for many things and has several variations. Even if you find yourself in this position often, you shouldn’t find yourself in it for long periods of time. With a chair, I can sit close and play with your pussy with my foot. Or your tits. Standing I can reinforce oral training.” As I let that all sink in, I run my fingers through your hair again, taking a handful and pulling you forward on all fours as I step to the side. “It’s also a great height to move you. The third version is the kneeling version.”

I leave you like this for a while, letting you enjoy being on all fours and exposing yourself in a new way for me. I have given you a lot to think about and a lot for your mind to play with. Once I hear a small moan from you, I know you are ready to continue. “Most people would call this version simply Head Down, Ass Up. They’re not entirely wrong, but they are. If I tell you to get your ass in the air, that’s exactly what you are going to do. You are not going to pay attention or care how the rest of your body lays, only that your ass is in the air and ready to take whatever I’m going to give it. Positions make you focus, make you think, make you pay attention. You can’t get lost in the moment.”

***

I nod as I try to hold this position. Though I am still on my knees, it has alleviated some of the pressure and distributed my weight better. In fact, this one may be the easiest to hold so far. And yet it may easily be the most humiliating. I can feel my parts being opened to the air of the room, nothing to hide them, just on display. And I know it will only get worse.

“This version and the next don’t care about your upper body,” you tell me as you grab my hips. “Every version cares what goes on from here down. Always shoulder length apart unless told otherwise.” You gently push my head down to the floor so my ass seems even more pushed up and on display. “Your upper body can lay however it is comfortable. Pick a comfortable side for your head to lay and look straight ahead. Keep your hands at or above your shoulders, but not too far past your head.”