Bought and Trained (7 page)

“Alright, Rose,” Master Leo said, “when you’re ready, go wash the punisher in the
bathroom. Then you may join me in the kitchen, and we can discuss food.”

“May I put on my clothes?” Rose asked.

Master Leo laughed. “No, Rose, what do you think this is about? Once we get to the
Institute, you’ll get some special things, but while you’re being broken you’re not
going to wear a piece of clothing until we get to the Institute.”

Somehow she had known that would be the answer, but it had not prevented her from
asking. It was as if she needed to hear these things to be certain that her training
was what Master Leo had told her it would be.

* * *

Leo ordered in pizza, and before it arrived he tied Rose to the chair, placed it in
the bedroom, and put her panties again in her mouth to gag her. When she heard the
door open for the pizza, she tried to make a noise by shifting in the chair and screaming
through the panty gag, but to no avail. The cavalier way Leo had handled asking her
what she wanted on her pizza, and then securing her to the chair, seemed to suggest
that same assurance that made her heart quail and her body tremble.

After Leo had removed the panty gag and released her from the chair, he said, “Time
to pee, Rose.” Thinking of what he had said, about how he would watch her pee, she
felt her face flush. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Better not disobey me, sweetie,”
Leo said, “or you’re going to end up peeing on the floor, aren’t you?”

Chewing on the inside of her cheek at the shame of it, she walked quickly to the bathroom.
The urge to shut the door in Master Leo’s face was nearly irresistible, but instead
she gave a little wail of frustration, and went to sit on the toilet. She closed her
eyes so that she wouldn’t have to seem him there, but he said, “Remember I’m here,
Rose. A man who likes to watch girls pee wants to make sure they know he’s watching—so
open your eyes, please.”

Rose made a little whimper as she tried to obey. Her eyes seemed glued shut with the
shame of it.

“Do I have to cane you here in the bathroom, Rose?” Leo asked softly.

Her eyes opened, and at the same moment she felt her bladder release. The sound of
the pee sounded unimaginably loud, and she bit her lower lip at the sensation, as
she saw Leo’s broad smile. “There you go, Rose. Good girl,” he said, when she was
done. “Wipe yourself now.”

After that, he escorted her to the table, and served her pizza. He had been right,
and she was absolutely ravenous. She ate half of the pizza by herself. Master Leo
seemed completely comfortable with the silence that reigned between them, but it made
Rose more and more anxious as it lengthened, and Master Leo had not said anything.

Finally, when the pizza was nearly gone, she said, “Master?”

Leo’s response was instantaneous: he got swiftly out of his own chair, came over to
her, took her forcefully from her own, and then laid her over it, with her head hung
down and her backside in the air, and began to spank her.

“Are you going to speak without being spoken to again, Rose?” he asked calmly as he
continued to spank her.

“No, Master,” she said. “No. I’m sorry.”

He stopped spanking her.

“You may get up,” he said. “Then come and stand in front of me.” When she came over,
he opened his knees, and took her hands and brought her inside his thighs. She shivered
to be naked, between his legs in their jeans.

“You may be wondering, Rose,” he said, “what you’re supposed to do if you absolutely
have to say something, like, ‘Master, there is a man with a gun behind you.’ Not that
you would warn me about that, at least right now.

“I can give you two answers to that, Rose,” he continued. “The first is that we are
the best judges of our safety and of yours. We can tell if you are falling ill, and
we can tell when you’re faking illness. The place of a concubine, if she sees a man
with a gun behind her master, is to assume that the master has asked the man to stand
there with the gun, to test the concubine. There is no reason for you to speak unless
you were spoken to, because you are a concubine. And that is the second answer, as
well. There is no emergency great enough that a concubine should dishonor herself
by speaking out of turn.

“Do you have any questions about that, Rose?”

“But what about the bathroom,” Rose said plaintively.

Leo smiled. “That you should worry about least of all. Your masters will ask if you
need to go to the bathroom every once in a while. If you do need to go, and you have
not been asked, you will hold it, or you won’t.”

“Will I be punished…?” she whispered.

“Perhaps,” Leo replied.

She felt Master Leo’s hands run up and down her legs and her bottom and her back.
He held her whole bottom in his right hand, and said, “Poor little bottom. We should
get some lotion on you. Rose, go into your bedroom and lie on your tummy on your bed.”

When she had done as Master Leo had said, and was lying on her bed, her cheek to the
pillow and her hands down by her sides, Master Leo came. He sat down on the side of
the bed. She saw that he had a tube of the old-fashioned kind, with a metallic sheen.

“We make this lotion ourselves, at the Institute,” Master Leo said in a gentle tone.
“It works wonders.”

Rose whimpered as he began to rub it into her bottom, across the welts of the cane
which had begun to sting less, but still made her wince when she moved.

“See what happens when you’re a good girl, Rose?” Leo said.

“Yes, Master,” Rose said. The response was simply instinctive. Something about the
kindness of Master Leo rubbing the lotion into her skin seemed to bring a certain
matter into focus: he was right; there was an essential part of her that was already
a concubine. That was when she decided she had to escape, because to let that part
gain control of her was unthinkable. He would have to sleep, wouldn’t he? The strange
thing was, that it no longer seemed to her that she wanted to escape from Master Leo.
Instead, she felt like she wanted to escape from herself.

Master Leo had begun rubbing the lotion into her upper thighs, and now he pushed them
apart, and began to take the sorts of liberties that she was growing used to. “There
we go, there we go,” he murmured. “Nice little cunt. Oh, Rose, I don’t think I can
resist. You got to ride me before. Now I’m going to ride you. I bet you haven’t even
been fucked doggy-style, have you, Rose?”

Rose said nothing.

Master Leo sighed. “I really don’t want to have to keep spanking you, Rose, to get
you to tell me the answers to the questions I ask. Like I said, the lotion works wonders,
but we need to make sure that your bottom is nice and fresh for more discipline at
the Institute. Do I need to get the punisher again?”

“No!” Rose said. “Please, Master Leo… No, I’ve never done it doggy-style.”

“Thank you, Rose,” said Master Leo. “I don’t think I have to ask you whether you’ve
always wanted to, do I? Get up on your knees and bend over, with your cheek on the
pillow. I want that ass nice and high for me.”

This was what she needed to escape from: the way Master Leo was slowly but surely
turning her against herself. Yes, she had always wanted to be fucked doggy-style.
Sometimes when she was thinking about what might make things better with Joe, she
imagined him coming in and telling her to do exactly what she was now doing in obedience
to Master Leo’s command. She had imagined Joe saying just that: get that ass nice
and high.

Now Leo was on the bed behind her, and he was putting his cock right at the entrance
to her pussy, without any ceremony or the sort of formal notification Joe had always
used, like “Are you ready?” Master Leo didn’t care if Rose was ready to have a cock
in her pussy. A concubine, she thought, must always be ready to have her master’s
cock in her pussy.

And then, immediately, he was fucking her as hard as she had ever imagined she could
be fucked. His hips were pressing into her bottom, and making the cane welts hurt,
and her cheek was being driven down into the pillow. Rose was Master Leo’s fuck-toy,
she thought to herself, over and over. And then, perhaps the fourth or fifth time
she thought that to herself, she just came. She felt her pussy tighten around his
cock, as it pistoned into her, and she felt her back arch and her bottom push even
farther out for his taking, and she let out a cry.

“Good girl, Rose,” Leo grunted. “You’re a good piece of ass.” Then, again without
warning, he held her hips in a tight grip, and came inside her. He held her on the
saddle of his cock for a long moment, and then he simply thrust her away and pushed
her down onto the bed. She was a kidnapped concubine, and she had already come more
times that day with a man than she had come with a man in her entire life to that
point. She had to escape, so that this terrible part of her didn’t claim her forever.

After Leo had fucked her on the bed, it was time for Rose’s review session. Leo stood
her up in front of the dresser, facing away from the mirror so that she could look
back over her shoulder and see the cane welts on her bottom.

“Now, Rose,” Leo said, “what have you learned today? No, don’t look at me. Look at
your bottom. What have you learned about your bottom?”

“Um…” Rose stammered.

“Put your hand on your backside, Rose, and run your fingers along those pretty welts.”

Hesitantly, she complied, a look of woe on her face. Leo snapped a picture with his
phone, for David.

“What does that teach you, Rose? You can start with ‘My bottom…’”

“My bottom… I’m sorry, Master. I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s alright, Rose. This review session is for you, so you can learn to please
me and your other masters. Say, ‘My bottom belongs.’”

“My bottom belongs… to you, Master?”

“There you go. That’s a good start, Rose. Why did I cane your bare bottom?”

“I… because… because I didn’t obey you?”

“That’s right, sweetheart. You disobeyed, and you got caned. What happens to disobedient
girls, Rose?”

“They get caned.” Rose gave a little sob, probably from the coincidence of the sight
of her own caned bottom with the lesson. It was exactly what Leo was looking for.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, Rose? That’s enough for tonight. Time to tie you up,
sweetheart.”

The way Leo did the tying was an essential part of the breaking process: he made a
big shibari-like show, with great lengths of doubled rope wound round and round her
legs and arms. But, pretending to be careless, he left one of the ends of the rope
around the wrists loose. If she was as determined as he thought she would be, it would
take her about 10 minutes.

After tying up her wrists and ankles, Leo hogtied her on the bed. “We’ll wax you between
your legs tomorrow, Rose,” he said. “I think you probably need some good sleep.” She
looked absolutely lovely, in the rope there on the bed, looking exactly the way an
owner wanted to find a concubine. He took some pictures for David. Her expression
was unreadable; Leo knew that Rose still stood a great distance away from being able
to analyze the emotions she felt at what he was doing to her. Abigail had said that
the most important part of Rose’s process would involve giving her the sense of a
solidity in her new life—getting her to understand that she had come into a kind of
fellowship of Dominants and submissives: a strange, but real, family. To trick her
into a final attempt at escape, oddly enough, would be an essential part of that process:
only when she realized she was not going to get away would she start to feel the solidity
that would finally make her part of her new family.

“Rose,” he said, “do you think you’re about as comfortable as a hogtied concubine
can be?”

“Yes, Master,” she said.

“Alright, Rose, I’m going to go sleep on the couch. It’s important that I keep my
distance from you during the break-in period. Owners like that because they want to
be the first master who gets to sleep next to you.”

This was nonsense. He was going out to sleep on the couch to allow Rose to make her
escape attempt.

“Good night, Rose,” he said. “Now you say good night to me.”

“Good night, Master,” she said. She was, fortunately, very transparent. He could hear
even in her words ‘Good night, Master’ that she was going to try to escape, for she
had uttered the phrase as if she were not intending to sleep—the intonation was subtle,
of course, but very noticeable to Leo’s trained ears. That transparency had all sorts
of implications for how good a concubine she was going to be, as well. Owners prized
very highly concubines whose little rebellions and defiances they could predict and
enjoy chastising. And Leo knew that he was going to enjoy chastising Rose for her
escape attempt.

Leo puttered in the kitchen for just a little while, to give Rose a chance to work
out her plan, and then he turned out the light and went to the living room to lie
down on the couch. He doubted that Rose would be crafty enough to recognize a true
sleep rhythm of breathing, but he could certainly do a very convincing one. He gave
it five minutes, and then he began to pretend to be asleep.

It took two hours. Longer than some, not as long as others. It was always an intensely
boring time for Leo, but over the years he had developed a series of mental games
that he played with himself at such times. He also had a large store of memorized
poetry whose continuing presence in his mind he valued highly, and of which he generally
would run through as much as he could during these moments, to make sure for example
that he was not forgetting the tenth line of the first book of Virgil’s
Aeneid
.

He was halfway through a long passage of memorized Wordsworth when he heard Rose coming
out of the bedroom. For the past half hour he had been listening to the sounds of
her quietly freeing herself from the ropes. He continued with his sleep rhythm until
she had passed the couch. Then he said, quietly, “Rose, this just got a lot more serious.”