His Indecent Training 4 (3 page)

When Damien was done securing my bonds, he took a step back to admire
his handiwork. “How does that feel?”

“
Restrictive,” I dragged
out the word, doing a poor job at hiding my discontent.

“
No one said this was going to
be easy.” Damien smirked at me.

“
It never is with you, Sir.”

“
Oh, come now, I make some
things easy.” He bent forward, roughly groping one of my
breasts and flicking his tongue across the nipple. My breath hitched
as all the pleasure sensors in my body turned on at once. Then he
sucked it into his mouth, moaning softly against my skin as his
tongue swirled and danced until the nub was peaked from stimulation.
I felt completely subdued, wanting to tangle my fingers in his hair
but knowing I had to keep my carnal desires at bay.

“
You're evil,” I
grumbled when he finally came up for air.

Damien stepped dangerously close to me, sliding a hand between my
legs. His finger skillfully slipped between my pussy lips, and I felt
my legs involuntarily trying to spread for it, though it was
pointless with the restraints.

“
And you're wet,” he
whispered into my ear. “That was easy.”

Hate you. So much. Right now.

Playfully, I nipped at his collarbone, hoping he'd give in and take
me. He wouldn't even have to undo my restraints. Damien was such a
sexual Houdini that he could probably fuck me fifty different ways
around them. Oh how I wanted him to try.

But instead, he stepped away, retreating to his chair and leaving me
sexually frustrated. I penguin-walked forward, sitting myself on his
lap and grabbing at the front of his jeans. It must have looked
rather humorous because he was grinning the entire time he was
slapping my hands away.

“
You're not behaving,”
he warned.

“
You started it,” I
complained, knowing I wouldn't win. Stubborn stubborn man, he was.

As a consolation prize, Damien leaned forward to give me a peck on
the lips. It wasn't near what I wanted, but I knew I would have to
settle. There was a lot yet to be done before the guests arrived, and
for as horny as I was, I did need to get some practice in.

“
If not fucking, then what do
we do now?” I asked.

“
Now we go over what's
expected of you,” Damien replied, wrapping his arms loosely
around my waist.

“
What's expected of me?”

“
When the guests begin to
arrive, I want you to answer the door. You will greet all Doms as Sir
and all Dommes as Miss. If someone requests that you call them by a
different title, honor their request. You will take all coats and
place them in the coat closet, then you will lead the guests into the
living room and offer refreshments. There is tea, soda, juice, and
water in the kitchen. Pretend you're a waitress. Everyone's glass
should be filled before they even have to ask for a refill.

“
When you're not serving, you
will be parked in a corner of the room. I'll show you where when we
get into the living room. While you're parked, you're not to make a
sound. I want you to be as still as a statue. Keep your eyes to the
floor and do your best not to make eye contact with anyone.

“
You will not need to request
permission to leave or enter the living room if you are going to
refill someone's glass. However, you will have to request permission
to leave and enter the living room for any other reason. That
includes using the restroom.

“
When all the guests have
arrived, we will retreat to the dining room for dinner. At that time,
you will serve me first, then the rest of the table in a clockwise
rotation. When the first course has been served, you will park
yourself in the corner until someone needs a drink refill. I've hired
a chef to prepare a three-course meal for the evening. When the
guests are finished with the first course, you will pick up all the
plates and take them to the kitchen, then serve the next course.

“
While you are under my
protection, you should know the guests are allowed to touch you. You
may be spanked or have your breasts groped, but no one is allowed to
touch your cunt.”

Even though the idea of being spanked sent happy shivers to my groin,
the thought of being touched by strangers made me uncomfortable.
Sharing my body wasn't something I had signed up for. In fact, I
distinctly remembered it being on my list of hard limits.

“
I thought we agreed I
wouldn't be shared,” I said meekly.

Damien gave me a quizzical look. “You're not being shared.”

“
You just said the guests are
allowed to touch me.”

“
Touching you isn't the same
as sharing you,” he paused. “Does the idea make you
uncomfortable?”

“
A little.”

“
If anything, I thought you'd
be excited about it. You enjoy being spanked, if I recall, and there
are quite a few attendees who enjoy spanking as well. They will
respect your safety words, so if at any time you feel too
uncomfortable, you can use them, and they'll back off or release
you.”

That did make me feel a little better. It wasn't like he was just
going to throw me to the wolves. Maybe it would be alright after all.
I was long overdue for a good spanking, and the thought of being
stimulated while I served wasn't exactly horrible.

“
Alright,” I agreed.

“
Once everyone has finished
with dessert, you'll refill their glasses before we return to the
living room. You'll be given fifteen minutes to clear the table,
after which you'll be expected to join us. You will check everyone's
beverages a final time, and then you will perform for our
entertainment.”

“
Perform?” The word
caught me off guard. Damien had mentioned I would be required to
entertain his guests, but he had never mentioned how I would go about
doing it. I was almost afraid to ask.

“
It's basically a
demonstration of obedience,” he told me.

I could only imagine that meant I'd be expected to demonstrate my
knowledge of the position commands. Hopefully, Damien would be
pleased in my performance, since I had spent a large portion of the
day practicing them, so I wouldn't screw up.

Damien continued, “When it's time for our guests to leave, you
will promptly retrieve their belongings from the coat closet and
thank them for coming as you walk them to the door. That's pretty
much it.”

“
It doesn't sound too
difficult. The hardest part is going to be walking and moving in all
of this.” I held up my wrist restraints with a scowl.

“
No.” He shook his head.
“I think the hardest part for you is going to be remembering to
call me Sir. Please remember to do it in front of them. It means a
lot to me, and as a reward, I'll never punish you for forgetting to
say it in private again, though I might still verbally chastise you
from time to time.”

“
I thought we had already
agreed you weren't going to punish me for forgetting to say it.”

“
I never promised that. I've
just been lenient lately because I feel like you spend more time
being punished than the time we spend together, and though it may not
have seemed like it since your training began, I do rather enjoy
spending time with you.”

My heart flooded with warmth at his words. These rare moments when
Damien expressed his enjoyment of my company were precious to me. It
made me want to try even harder to please him.

“
Yes, Sir,” I replied
with a happy sigh, “I promise not to let you down.”

“
That's my girl.” He
kissed me tenderly on the lips before giving my ass a gentle slap.
“Now, up with you. We should probably do a bit of role-play
before the guests arrive so you'll be ready.”

“
Yes, Sir.” I nodded
enthusiastically, then carefully lifted myself off his lap.

The next hour and a half was spent role-playing. First, Damien played
the part of a guest. I greeted him, took his coat, led him inside,
served him real tea in the living room and an imaginary plate of food
in the dining room. He showed me where to park myself in both rooms,
the position that he wanted me to stand in, and made me practice the
serving rotation in the dining room several times. With the ankle
cuffs allowing me only limited mobility, it made me feel like I was
moving at a snail's pace.

My performance was far from flawless, but instead of punishing me for
my mistakes, Damien simply corrected me and gave me guidance. He
seemed especially patient tonight, perhaps knowing that pressuring me
would only make me more nervous and likely to screw up.

By the time the first guests arrived, I felt pretty confident in my
abilities and was well into submissive mode. Oddly, I was more
worried about being seen topless than I was about making a mistake.

I opened the door with a smile. The first guests to arrive were an
older Dom and his female submissive. They were both dressed casually,
and it made me wonder if BDSM people actually wore fetish gear at
all. Playing my role, I took their coats, placed them in the coat
closet, and led them into the living room where Damien took over the
greetings, and I immediately went to retrieve their requested
beverages.

Both of them had given me a good look over, which made my cheeks grow
warm. Would I be punished for blushing? I wondered. Probably not, if
Damien didn't see it. How could he punish me for blushing anyway?
It's not like I could control it. Besides, this was all new and
strange for me. Surely, he understood I wouldn't react to it the same
way as someone who had done this a dozen times before.

As I reached the kitchen, the smell of meat filled my nostrils. On
the menu tonight was a light garden salad followed by beef wellington
and mashed potatoes. Dessert would be crème brulee garnished
with fresh strawberries. My mouth watered just watching the chef
prepare the food. His mouth was watering for another reason.

When Damien introduced us, he seemed embarrassed to look upon my
mostly nude body, but the second it was just him and I alone in the
kitchen, all modesty went out the window. His eyes were glued to my
breasts, watching my every move. The tent in his pants was apparent,
and I could only imagine that his mind was far from cooking. To be
honest, I was more uncomfortable around him than anyone else.
Damien's friends were accustomed to seeing the naked bodies of
strangers, and they handled it with tact. This guy looked like he had
never seen a pair of large tits in his entire life.

Trying to ignore the pervert in the kitchen, I went about my duties,
thinking about how I wasn't going to be able to partake in the meal
until after everyone had left. Damien didn't want me eating before
the guests arrived because he was concerned it would bloat me and
make me look less appealing. It was kind of a rude assumption, but I
could understand. After all, as he had said, tonight was largely
about showing me off, so he wanted me to be as perfect as possible.

Walking in the heels and ankle cuffs was a real pain in the ass. By
the time half of the guests had arrived, my feet were aching, but I
knew I had to press on.

It wasn't long before I had gotten into the swing of things. The
guests were all talking to each other, hardly even acknowledging my
existence past the point of me greeting them at the door. To be
honest, despite the pain in my feet, I was actually starting to have
fun. Instead of pretending to be a waitress, as Damien had suggested,
I imagined I was a penguin, waddling around, listening to
conversation but unable to say anything because, after all, penguins
can't talk.

My parade got rained on when Mistress Danica arrived. She had come
alone, and looked equally as seductive and stunning as the time I had
met her. When I opened the door, she made no attempt to hide that she
was looking me up and down. To my surprise, she even reached out and
groped one of my breasts. I gasped in shock, and she just giggled.

“
Nice and supple,” she
commented with a grin as she handed me her coat. It was large and
expensive looking, red fur with streaks of black, probably fox,
though I couldn't be sure. Fur coats had never been appealing to me.
They looked nice, but I didn't like the idea of killing an animal
just for its skin. I thought about peaking at the tag to see if it
was faux, but that would have been rude.

Beneath the coat was a sexy black vinyl corset trimmed in red.
Danica's breasts were pushed up high, threatening to spill out. There
was no doubt in my mind that Damien would be glancing at them again,
and that made jealousy rip through me like shards of glass.
Hopefully, he'd be looking at me more. After all, I was the topless
one.

The corset was complimented with tight leather pants and finished off
with vinyl boots that had heels every bit as tall as mine. All in
all, she was the only one at the party who looked the part of her
BDSM role. She was dominatrix, Domme, Mistress, through and through.

I tried not to frown as I led her to the rest of the guests, watching
Damien's eyes as soon as he came into sight. He seemed to light up
when she stepped into the room. Then again, so did every other guy.
She was sex on legs, and it pissed me off.

By the time I was sent to fetch her
a bottle of water, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.
No,
Chey. Not now. Don't get upset. She hasn't done anything. You can't
let this get to you. Nothing is going on between them.

They had hugged though, too tightly, for too long. And he had glanced
at her breasts. And she had fucked him with her eyes. I could see it
all, even if they didn't know I was watching.