His Indecent Training 4 (2 page)

When my orgasm had subsided, Damien rose from the bed to take a seat
in his usual chair, signaling that our play session was over. There
would be no sex that night, which kind of disappointed me. Never did
I feel closer to Damien than when he was inside of me. And I so
desperately needed to feel close to him.

“
You've been spending a lot of
time with Tanya this week,” he commented as he watched me
dress. “Did she finally break up with that guy you don't like?”

My heart froze in my chest, and I hesitated a bit, surprised by the
question. Did he actually care, or was he just trying to make idle
conversation?

“
No, Sir. Tanya and Vinny are
still together,” I replied.

“
She must just miss you then.”

If I agreed with him, then I would be lying. Would a grunt be an
appropriate response? It's not a yes or a no, more like an
acknowledgment that he said something.

“
I haven't been hanging out
with Tanya,” I admitted with a sigh, praying I wouldn't earn a
punishment.

“
You haven't?” he
sounded genuinely surprised, but not the least bit suspicious. “Who
have you been hanging out with then?”

“
This guy I met in my Music
Appreciation class. We've been studying together after school.”

He furrowed his brow, and I didn't know whether to be scared or
happy. It was the first hint of jealousy I had ever seen from Damien.

“
You study together.”
The words were cool discontent. “Where do you study at?”

I wanted to cower, but I maintained my composure. “At his
apartment.”

“
Hm.” Damien thought for
a moment. “Why didn't you tell me about this boy earlier?”

“
We're just friends, so I
didn't think it was a big deal.” I shrugged.

“
Did you know him before this
semester?”

“
No.”

“
I don't want you going to his
apartment anymore. And I don't want him over at your place either. If
you're to study together, then I'd prefer you do it at the college.”

Even though part of me had wanted to hear those words, anger flooded
me at the restriction. The way he had said it made him sound more
like a father than a lover.

“
Why can't we hang out
together?” I asked.

“
Because you were deceptive by
withholding information from me, and this is your punishment.”

The answer shocked me. Not what I had been expecting at all. Not what
I had been hoping for at all. Instead of saying what I wanted to
hear, that he was jealous and afraid of losing me, he had twisted
this into a punishment. Maybe he wasn't jealous after all, just upset
I had been sneaky. It was a disheartening thought, and I wanted to
challenge it, but before I had the chance, Damien spoke again.

“
Tomorrow afternoon I'm going
to be throwing a small house party. It's not going to be a play
party, but you will be expected to serve and entertain my guests.”

Play party. I tried to recall the word. From what I remembered, it
was a party that involved a lot of different people and scenes.
Damien had told me we would attend one eventually. I was glad it
wasn't happening yet. While I was slowly becoming more comfortable
with the lifestyle, I wasn't sure if I was ready to participate in
something that intense.

“
Are the same people from the
munch going to be there?” I inquired

“
Yes, and probably a few
people you haven't met yet. I figured it was a good time to step your
exposure to the lifestyle up a notch.”

“
And you want me to serve and
entertain?” If he wanted to step it up a notch, I would have
rather done it at someone else's house. By the way that Damien made
it sound, I would be the center of attention.

“
Yes.”

“
What do you mean by serve and
entertain?”

“
I'll give you a run-through
tomorrow. I want you here promptly at four o'clock, bathed and
shaved. The guests won't arrive until six, but there is a lot of
setup to attend to, and I'd really like to get you in the right
mindset before everything gets underway. I want you at the top of
your game. This party is as much about showing you off as it is about
socializing.”

His words sent a proud blush to my cheeks. If Damien was asking this
of me, then it meant he thought I was ready for it. That filled me
with confidence. Maybe I was doing a better job as a submissive than
I had thought.

“
Are you ready to go over your
vocabulary words?” he asked.

I nodded, taking the Teach position on the bed, even though it was
completely unnecessary.

“
Your first term is golden
showers.”

Something you'll never do to me. A strict hard limit.
“
A
golden shower is when urine is used for pleasure. The term
specifically describes being peed on or peeing on someone else for
humiliation or pleasure.”

“
Very good. Your next term is
handkerchief codes.”

“
Handkerchief codes are used
at play parties and other BDSM events where you might not know
everyone around. Handkerchiefs of various colors are worn to silently
signify what you're into.”

“
You're thinking of
handkerchief codes as they apply to gay leather clubs.” Damien
smirked. “Handkerchief codes are far less extravagant at BDSM
events. You can wear a handkerchief of any color of your choosing.
Wearing the handkerchief on the left side of your body indicates
you're a top. Wearing it on the right side of the body means you're a
bottom.”

“
Punishment?” I flinched
away from the word.

“
Yes, punishment, but not
until we're done. Your last word is harem.”

“
A harem is when one Dom has
multiple submissives.”

“
Multiple submissives serving
one or more Doms,” he corrected me.

Damn, a half-right. Why was I so bad about getting those?

Damien continued with a sigh, “You've earned fifteen minutes of
punishment for not studying. I would add onto it for your continued
insistence not to call me Sir, but we both know how effective that
would be. I'm really not sure what I can do to make you say it all
the time, at this point.”

“
You could just be satisfied
that I say it some of the time, Sir,” I suggested, though I
knew it probably sounded smart.

Thankfully, Damien just grinned at me. “I suppose. It's better
than nothing.

“
For tonight's punishment, I
want you to stand on one leg for fifteen minutes. Any time you lose
your balance and have to set a foot down, the count starts over.”

I groaned internally but nodded before standing to begin my
punishment. By the grace of God, my balance was superb, and I made it
the entire fifteen minutes without falling over, though the foot I
had been standing on felt half-crippled by the time I was able to
take my weight off of it.

With my punishment complete, I thanked Damien, recited why I had been
punished, turned in my journal and definitions from the previous
week, received my new set of vocabulary words, and headed home. The
entire drive was consumed with so many thoughts, mostly about the
party. What exactly would he expect me to do? Would the blonde woman
be there? I supposed I'd have to wait until the following day for the
answers to those questions.

Serving

It was hard to keep my nervousness at bay with Damien's words echoing
in my mind, “This party is as much about showing you off as it
is about socializing.” Every move I made would be a reflection
of his training skills as a Dominant. I knew it was important for me
to be perfect.

Not only did I want to do well for Damien's sake, but I wanted to
show the blonde woman that Damien and I were in sync. He belonged to
me now. Our relationship was seamless, and he had no need for her in
his life. I wasn't sure how she had been as a submissive, but I
wanted to be better, or at least fake that I was.

When I wasn't busy cleaning the house or doing homework, I would
practice my submissive positions, go over my vocabulary words, and
try to anticipate the things that would be expected of me at the
party. The rules of social interaction played over in my head like a
broken record. Damien is the most important person in the room. Serve
Damien first. Don't speak without permission. Treat everyone with
respect. Ask before entering the room. Always call Damien Sir. Use
proper titles for the other Doms and Dommes.

For all of my practicing though, by the time I got to Damien's
doorstep that afternoon, I was no less nervous. Part of me thought I
wasn't ready for this, but it was too late to turn back now. This
afternoon would be a true test of everything I had learned about
being a submissive. I was certain that if I screwed it up, my
punishment would be severe.

Damien opened the door looking no different than normal. As silly as
it was, I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever see him in leather. He
had changed my perspective about the BDSM lifestyle on a lot of
fronts. What I had imagined in my mind was far from the reality of
things.

“
Are you nervous?” he
asked as he led me into the classroom.

“
A bit, Sir,” I
admitted, taking a seat on the bed.

“
Don't be. I'm sure you'll do
fine.”

“
You really think so?”

“
I wouldn't have planned this
if I didn't think so.”

“
What if I screw up though?”
I cringed at the thought.

“
You won't.”

“
How do you know?”

“
Because we're going to do a
lot of practicing. By the time everyone gets here, your actions and
reactions should come natural.”

His words did help to ease my nerves a little.

“
So, what do we do first?”
I asked.

“
First, I want you to take off
all of your clothing except for your underwear and your . . .”
He looked down at my black ballerina flats. “Those won't do.
Let me see your underwear.”

I blushed at his request, though I wasn't sure why. It wasn't like
Damien hadn't seen me in my panties dozens of times already.
Obediently, I pulled down my skirt, revealing the black lace panties
beneath. They were a mix of practical and sexy, with a solid front
but a see-through backside accented with a cute little bow.

Damien nodded approvingly. “Finish getting undressed.
Everything but your underwear. I'll be right back.”

He exited the room, leaving me wondering if we were going to have a
kink session before the guests arrived. While the idea made me all
hot and bothered, I really felt like I needed all the time to
practice I could get. Regardless, the choice wasn't mine. It was
Damien's rules, and we'd do whatever he wanted.

While I waited for him to return, I finished undressing and folded my
clothes to place them on the chest of drawers. If I'd improved on
anything since being Damien's submissive in training, it was
definitely learning how to fold dress clothes. They didn't always
come out perfectly, but he rarely complained or punished me for it
anymore.

After several moments, Damien returned with a shoebox. He opened it
up, revealing a pair of shiny black six-inch stilettos. I grunted at
them, realizing I'd probably be wearing them for the entire party.
Hopefully, I'd get a foot massage as a reward if I did well for the
afternoon. It looked like I would be needing one.

“
Are they the right size?”
I asked, silently praying they weren't.

“
You're a nine and a half,
right?”

Damn.
“
Yes.”

“
Put them on.”

I did as I was told, setting the box aside as I slipped into the
shoes. They were, not surprisingly, uncomfortable. New shoes usually
were.

“
How long is this party going
to be, Sir?”

“
However long people feel like
staying,” Damien replied, assessing my attire one final time
before turning to the chest of drawers to open it.

I didn't like that answer. It was so inconclusive. However long could
be anything from one hour to all night.

Chains rattled in the drawer as Damien rummaged through it. When he
turned back to me, he had several sets of restraints in his hands as
well as a thick leather collar.

“
Take your training collar
off,” he told me. “You're going to be wearing this
tonight.”

Damien handed me the new collar and then knelt to place cuffs on my
ankles. I watched him with apprehension, now completely confused
about what was going on.

“
Is this our kink session,
Sir?” I asked.

“
No. This is what you'll be
required to wear to serve our guests.”

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. He couldn't possibly be
serious. There was maybe only half a foot of chain between the two
ankle cuffs. Taking normal steps would be impossible. I'd have to
waddle around like a penguin. Not to mention I was naked. Did he
really expect me to show my body to an entire room of people I didn't
know?

“
Aren't you worried I'll trip
and embarrass you, Sir?”

“
No,” he replied
plainly.

The new collar was thick leather, wider and heavier than my collar of
consideration but with a soft lambskin lining to protect my neck from
irritation. Damien attached a lightweight chain to the O ring. It
hung loosely between my breasts, splitting off just below my navel to
turn into wrist restraints, which Damien fastened in place. I had
about a foot of space between them. With both sets of fetters on,
serving anyone was going to be a real chore.