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Subject: Submissive Desires 3 (M,F, DS training
Date: 9 Sep 1995 07:53:07 -0400
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   Submissive Desires Chapter 3 Written By: Regina Michelle Copyright 1995

   The Training of Angel

   Angel cleaned up the kitchen while Markus and Joel went back into the
living room to talk.  Angel wondered what surprise they had in store for
her.  She hastily cleaned off the table and walked back into the living
room.  The conversation stopped as soon as she walked into the room.

   Markus stood up and held out a hand to her.  She placed her hand in his
and let him lead her over to the couch.  She looked at him curiously,
wondering what was going on.  He smiled down at her then took his place
beside her on the couch.  Joel moved over to sit on her other side.

   "Every year there is a group of us that get together," Markus began. 
"We are all business men with healthy incomes, and have a strong need for
privacy," he stated.

   Angel didn't interrupt him she wondered where this was going.

   "At these meetings we all bring our slaves," he said softly, "and we
auction them to the highest bidder for one night."

   Angel gasped then looked at him incredulously.  "Is that what you think
I am?" she stuttered, "Your slave?"

   Markus looked at her then slid his hand between her legs.  Even through
her cotton shorts he could feel her wetness.

   "Aren't you," he drawled softly.

   Angel arched into his touch unthinkingly, then cried out realizing that
she had done exactly what he planned.  She bowed her head feeling very
insecure about herself.  He lifted her chin.

   "No, little one, " he said softly.  "There is no shame in your
feelings."

   She looked into his deep blue eyes, and suddenly she didn't feel
ashamed, she felt cherished.  "Angel, this is who I am.  If you choose to
stay with me," he paused caressing her cheek, "then you choose to be my
slave."

   She closed her eyes willing herself to say no to him.  She wanted to
scream at him that she belonged to no one, but she couldn't utter the
words. Knew she wouldn't mean them even if she did say them.

   "What do you choose, Angel?" he questioned softly.

   Angel thought deeply and tried to imagine a life without him.  She found
for her there wasn't one.

   "I...  I choose t-to be your slave," she said softly.

   He drew her to him and kissed her deeply.

   "Then from this moment on I am your Master," he stated," and you must
promise to follow my instructions".

   "I promise," she said very softly.

   "You promise, what?" he encouraged kindly.

   She looked at him in confusion then it dawned on her what he wanted to
hear.

   "I promise to follow your instructions always...M-master," she fumbled
over the awkwardness of calling him that.

   He smiled.  "Good girl," he said.

   Markus looked over at Joel.  "I believe you have something for me," he
stated with a smile.  Angel turned to look at Joel, who was smiling.  Joel
held out a long black leather case and opened it revealing a leather collar
with silver roses sewn into it.  There were also two small silver rings on
either side of a larger silver ring.  Markus took the collar out of the
case.

   "Angel, kneel before me," he stated softly.

   Angel glanced at him momentarily then awkwardly knelt between his legs.

   "Lift your hair, little one," he commanded.

   She lifted her hair and instinctively bowed her head so he could clasp
the soft leather collar around her neck.

   He tugged her head back by her hair gently and his lips found hers.  He
kissed her hard and deep.  "You should get some rest now, my Angel," he
smiled down at her.  "Tonight will be a long night."

   Angel stood up and looked at him worriedly.

   "Things will be fine," he whispered.  "You must trust me." He kissed her
then gently nudged her toward the door.

   Angel understood what he wanted and walked to his room.  She laid down
on the huge bed and tried to rest.  But her mind was filled with a million
fearful thoughts of the night that was ahead.  She wondered why she was
doing this, and then it came to her.  She wanted to release all her
hesitations and just feel guided.  She had so many responsibilities with no
one to share them with.  This was the one place she could let all those
responsibilities go, and just rely on someone else to make the decisions.
It was freedom for her, even though she knew it would be hard to explain to
anyone else.  With that thought in mind, she fell asleep.

   "Worried about tonight?" Joel asked Markus.

   Markus looked at his friend and smiled, "Somewhat.  I would have liked
more time with her." Joel laid a comforting hand on his friends shoulder.
"Things will work out fine.  I'll explain to the rest of the men that she
has literally no training," he paused.  "They'll go easy".

   Markus knew the men in their elite group well.  He had no fear for
Angels safety.

   "She's special Joel," he smiled.  "I want to show her things she's never
explored."

   "I have to ask you how you knew?" Joel questioned.

   "It was in her eyes and her attitude," Markus said.  "Like a little girl
playing grown up who just wanted to be loved."

   Joel smiled broadly, "That's why the women love you Markus," he paused.
"You always saw what was behind the act."

   "You'll come to see it, too, Joel", he smiled at his friend.  "Give
yourself time."

   Markus thought back to the day Joel had asked for his help in
understanding his Dominant side.  They had been friends since high school
and Markus had always known that Joel possessed this deep inside himself.
He had waited for Joel to approach him, knowing that when the time was
right he would.  He had taken his friend under his wing less than two
months ago.  Had began to teach him all he knew in his experience with the
lifestyle.  He knew that Joel would eventually find one special submissive
who he would share with no-one.  He could read that longing in Joel's eyes.


   For Markus, he knew it was different.  He was meant to be a trainer, and
though he had hopes of sharing his love with one wonderful person, she
would have to accept that he would train others.

   It gave Markus great pleasure to open a submissive's eyes to her first
real taste of the lifestyle.  To guide them, and watch them blossom under
his tutoring.  There were so many different types of people involved in the
lifestyle today, that he knew that each had to find their own special needs
and seek them out.  He came back to the present.

   "Well, my friend,tonight will be a long night and I think I need to go
comfort my little Angel," he stated fondly.

   Joel stood up," I'm going to go home and get some rest.  I'll see you
later tonight my friend." Markus walked him to the door.

   Markus walked into his room to find Angel sound asleep.  He smiled down
on her then climbed in bed.  He pulled her into his arms and slept.

   The alarm clock jolted them both out of their slumber.  Angel stretched
and Markus hugged her tightly.  She looked up at him sleepily and he
smiled.

   "I set the alarm a few hours early so we'd have time to talk," He stated
softly.  He sat up and pulled her up with him.  "Are you nervous about
tonight ?" he questioned.

   She cast her eyes down and nodded slowly.

   He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.  "I wouldn't do this if I
didn't think you could handle it," he stated.

   Angel looked back at him.  "Will you be with me?" she questioned.

   He laughed softly, "No, my love, but I will talk in depth with the
person before you leave," he paused " and I know each of these people like
my own brothers."

   "Do you trust me never to hurt you, Angel?" he whispered softly.

   She stared at him for long minutes, looking deep inside herself for the
answer.  "Yes, Master," she finally stated in honesty.

   He smiled deeply, "Then, you know I won't let anything happen to you,"
he stated.  "There are some things we must work on, before tonight," he
stated.  He got out of bed and she stood up with him.  He went over to the
huge leather chair across the room.

   "Stand before me, Angel," he stated strongly.

   She walked over in front of his chair.

   "Take your clothes off," he said.

   She quickly took off the clothes and left them at a pile on the floor.

   He stood there admiring her for long minutes just taking in the beauty
of her slender body and letting her get used to his stare.

   "Now, clasp your hands behind your neck." He waited until she complied.
"Spread your legs wide apart."

   Angel felt a blush cover her cheeks, but stood with her widened her
stance.

   "Hold your chin up and look straight out, keeping your gaze steady," he
stated.  He looked her over carefully.

   "Shoulders back.  Be proud of your beauty." He stood up and walked
behind her, then cupped her breasts in his large hands.  She reached back
to put her arm around his neck and he slapped her naked buttocks with his
hand.

   "No," he stated.  "You must keep the position until I tell you
otherwise.

   Her eyes smarted with tears, but her hands went back behind her neck.

   "Good girl," he whispered and his hands went back to cup her breasts.

   He grasped her nipples with his fingers, rolling the tightening buds. 
Then he pinched them slightly and she moaned in pleasure.  Then one of his
hands slid down to her caress her clit rubbing it softly and he felt the
wetness and heat of her.  He walked around in front of her and explored her
with his fingers almost clinically.  His hands then reached around and
grasped her buttock firmly.  Then his hand was between her legs spreading
the folds and he kneeled down in front of her to take look at her
carefully.

   Angel was blushing hotly at his scrutiny.  His finger circled her anus
then slid inside slowly.  He moved his finger around slightly then slowly
slid it out of her.

   "Now kneel before me," he commanded.

   She knelt down awkwardly.

   For the next half hour he taught her the different ways to kneel before
him and made her practice until she was familiar with each position.

   "You've done very well, my little slave," he stated kindly.  "Now lay
back and spread for me."

   She laid back on the carpet spreading her legs wide, feeling
self-conscious as he continued to look down on her.

   He went over and pulled out a small vibrator.  He placed it in her
hands.

   "Show me how you would please yourself."

   She lifted startled eyes to his and he smiled.  He turned on the small
vibrator and guided her hand down to her haven.  She groaned at the
pleasure of the vibration and he removed his hand leaving her to her own
devices.

   "M-master!" she whispered embarrassed.

   "Show me NOW!" he demanded.

   Angel took a deep breath and began to slowly caress her clit with the
vibrator, feeling very self-conscious and unable to look at him.  She had
never touched herself in front of anyone.  After a few moments the pleasure
of the sensation had her enthralled and she increased the friction with the
tiny vibrator and glanced up at him.

   Then she saw the pleasure in his eyes and her embarrassment began to
fade.  She understood she was pleasing him by her actions.  She made her
movements more seductive, arching into the vibrations until she felt
herself nearing release.

   She felt her body tense and then was flooded with the feelings of
fulfillment.

   "Angel," he said moments later.  "You didn't ask me if you could cum."

   She bit her lip slightly.  "I'm sorry, Master," she said quietly.

   He smiled at her.  "You didn't know, so you are forgiven," he stated. 
"From this moment on you must learn to cum only after I've told you," he
said.  He walked back over to his chair," Come to me", he demanded softly.
She walked over to him slowly.  "Lay across my lap", he stated.
She awkwardly laid across his lap, letting her hands clasp together.


   He slowly caressed her buttocks then massaged them gently.  His hand
came down lightly and she jumped.  He caressed the spot where his
hand had came down.  Then he slightly slapped the other cheek, then
caressed it.  He slowly built up the slaps until he was leaving
red imprints on each cheek.  She was writhing beneath his hand and
becoming very excited.  When her rear was red from his spanking
he stopped and pulled her up into his arms to kiss her lovingly.
Tears fell from her emerald eyes and he gently wiped them away.
"You're tears are so lovely", his hand caressed her head softly.
After a few minutes of cuddling he stood her up," Come we must get
ready for tonight", he stated.