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  Robert always enjoyed bringing a girl to this point of pliable readiness. He gazed into her face and saw her enjoying the results of her pain. He bent her over the edge of the bed. He stuck his finger in her and declared, “Oh, yes, my dear. That’s what I wanted – a good pain slut for my own pleasure!” He put his finger in her mouth and watched her react to tasting her own sweetness as he entered her from behind. Both entries made her groan with pleasure, and he was just getting started…

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  Rose woke naked and alone in the Master’s big bed. She was sore in a few places, but the memory of getting that way made her smile and blush simultaneously. She was surprised to find how much pleasure came from this pain training.

  She kicked off the covers and jumped out of bed. It was nearly 9:00! She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so late, but then she didn’t get to sleep until after 2:00 am. She smiled again at the memory.

  She showered and dressed in slacks and a sweater. When she got to the foyer, she ran into Drew. “Morning, Drew. Do you know where Master Robert is?”

  Drew looked at his watch and answered, “It’s nearly 10:00. During the week that would put him at his desk answering the mail. On Sunday, he could be at church. Are you having breakfast?”

  “Not yet. I overslept.” It dawned on her she should have gone to church.

  “I see…” Drew grinned and headed off to work.

  She went to Robert’s study and knocked. He looked up from the book he was reading and scowled at her. Rose felt she had done something terribly wrong, but for the life of her she didn’t know what!

  “What are you wearing, my dear?”

  “Oh! I was going to take a walk. I just wanted to make sure it was OK with you, Sir. Do you need me this morning?”

  Master Robert’s look relaxed a bit. “Run along, my dear, but change into something suitable as soon as you get home.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered, but as she turned to walk away, her face split into a grin.

  “When I get home,” she thought. “Home!”

  Rose grabbed an apple on her way through the kitchen and headed for the beach. She stood on the wet sand and breathed in the September air, feeling more secure than she had in two years. She took a moment to thank God for an understanding employer. She enjoyed her walk and found a perfect shell for a souvenir.

  She enjoyed the view of the expensive houses on the opposite shore of the bay. Farther down was a port and all the colors of the village beyond and the boats on the horizon. She saw numerous species of birds along the shore and overhead. She was so enjoying everything about this new place.

  She wandered farther and the ground became more rocks than beach. She’d been gone longer than she realized, though, and when she looked at her watch, she was amazed at the time. She turned to go back and found she was standing in front of the manor. She stood there for a minute, shaking her head in confusion.

  Master Robert saw her from the window. He saw something was wrong, so he went outside to get her. “What is it? What’s wrong?” He’d felt protective of her almost ever since they’d met.

  Rose looked stunned for a minute and asked, “How did I get here?”

  “What do you mean, dear?”

  “I went out the through the kitchen and walked for over an hour down the beach. How did I get back here?”

  Master Robert laughed out loud at her innocence. “We are on a peninsula, dear. You just made a huge loop around the end of it.”

  “Oh! Thank heaven – I thought I was losing my mind or had some sort of black-out!”

  Robert escorted her inside, still laughing. Something about this girl just delighted him!

  “Put something pretty on, my dear. It’s time for lunch.”

  Chapter 3

  Monday was another beautiful day and Rose had breakfast on the terrace with Master Robert. His morning schedule was full and she was left on her own, so she wandered around, exploring the manor. Everything about this place showed the care and style of the man who lived here. She was most impressed with the extensive library Robert had in the loft outside her room. There was a chintz settee and chair, a writing table and lamp, and a delightful assortment of books.

  She loved the elegance of the dining room. It was a formal setting of Chippendale ball and claw armchairs with ivory seats, an antique cherry table and a beautiful china cabinet. The rug of hunter green with a border of cream and gold design offset the cream-colored draperies. Near the window was an antique teacart with drop leaves, a drawer in one end and a serving tray top. On it was an elegant silver tea service.

  Robert caught up with her as she left the dining room. She had a big smile on her face. “Your home is beautiful, Master Robert. Did you decorate it yourself?”

  He beamed with pride. “For the most part; I had a little help with your bedroom and the guest room over the garage. I think I just ran out of ideas when I got to them.”

  Over lunch they discussed further the implications of trust and how important that was among the players in the manor. “Some of the play we do can be very dangerous if we aren’t careful. This afternoon Drew has a client I want you to observe. His kink is to become completely objectified. He completely gives up his identity for the sake of his session.”

  He watched her assimilate this information. She winced to think someone thought this was a ‘play’ thing. “You can relate to that, can’t you, Rose?” he asked kindly.

  “Yes, sir, all too well,” she answered quietly, “but won’t they object to us watching?”

  “Actually, no, it adds to the excitement. If you think you would like to participate…”

  Rose’s eye grew big as saucers and her head was shaking, “No!”

  “Relax, my dear. You can wait for the next time to participate.” He waited for the impact of that remark to sink in and took a bite of his salad.

  She shuddered at the thought, and after a minute asked quietly, “This is part of my training, sir?”

  “Yes.”

  She nodded, saying nothing, but she still looked somewhat uncomfortable.

  They went downstairs after lunch. Drew’s client had just come in and they were preparing for their session.

  Master Robert and Rose sat on the leather couch and watched and listened. Drew had his client don a rubber suit that covered his entire body and head. There were two holes for breathing tubes or straws in the front and a hole for his mouth. The whole thing zipped down the back. There were no eyeholes. The only other opening was in the front where his penis was exposed. Access to his backside was possible by opening a zipper.

  Before he closed the zipper, Drew added some small electrical pads that responded to remote controls. The client was then chained to the beam overheard.

  “The point to this,” Drew explained, “is trust. That will seem rather strange when nothing I do seems trustworthy, but my rubber dolly here knows I will not let any real harm come to him.” Drew laughed for the client’s benefit and added, “of course, I won’t be making things comfortable for him. He is, after all, my toy!”

  The big rubber doll squirmed at hearing this, and the fun began. Drew was video recording the entire session, and even though the man’s head was completely covered, his screams could occasionally be heard as Drew played with his ‘doll’ for the camera. He was using a remote to control the ‘electric’ shock the dolly was receiving.

  Rose found the session difficult to watch. She wasn’t used to seeing dildos being inserted into men. For that matter, the whole idea of being encased in rubber made her squirm.

  Master Robert was watching Rose more closely than anything Drew did. She obviously didn’t enjoy the scene they were playing. He asked anyway, though. “Would you like to join in the fun, my dear?”

  She looked at Master Robert hoping it was a question of curiosity and answered softly, “No thank you, Master.”

  He smiled at her and nodded. She looked no more enthused when Drew clamped the man’s penis with a set
of rings and leather straps. It looked and sounded quite painful.

  Master Robert and Rose left shortly before the session was finished.

  “Master,” Rose began.

  “Yes, my dear?”

  “Did the client pay to endure this?”

  Master Robert chuckled. “Yes, my dear, he did, and he will come back again next week to get some more of the same.”

  “Oh. I wondered if he was just doing it for the video and being paid.”

  “I see. That’s a logical conclusion, but this is an instance where the client sometimes feels unworthy. He feels he needs punishment. Lots of people do, you know. Ever wonder why spanking feels so good? Could it be you feel a bit relieved of your sins when you get spanked?” He watched her face and saw some understanding dawn on her.

  “Tell me, what were you thinking just before I used my belt on your bottom. I surmised that was your first spanking, wasn’t it?

  “Yes, Sir, it was. I thought I might have broken my contract already by being late.”

  “But you weren’t late, my dear. When I didn’t look approvingly, you assumed the worst. You had a guilty conscience about something. Why did you feel guilty?”

  Her answer was barely a whisper and she hung her head in shame. “I had just signed an agreement to be a whore, Master.”

  Master Robert lifted her chin and said, “You felt you deserved to be strapped?”

  She looked surprised. “I believe I must have, Sir. I wasn’t aware of it, though. Then something strange happened and it was like I wasn’t being punished anymore.” She smiled shyly and answered, “I didn’t think I’d ever done anything that naughty, Master.”

  Master Robert laughed. He thoroughly enjoyed this girl.

  “We have a couple coming in for training this afternoon. The husband expects us to teach his wife obedience. I want you to join me in the interview.”

  Rose nodded, but seemed distracted. They were sitting in Robert’s office and she was looking out the window. “Master, are you expecting an architect right now?”

  “I am. Jeremy Milton is coming by to talk about joining us. Why do you ask?”

  “I’ve worked with him. May I absent myself, Master? I’m embarrassed to see him.”

  Robert looked almost cross. “Why?”

  “Because, Sir, he knows how far I have sank after losing my identity. He knows I lost everything, and I feel embarrassed to see him, Master. Please? He is almost at the door.”

  Master Robert’s expression softened, but he shook his head. “I want you here, my dear.”

  Jeremy was escorted in and immediately stopped short when he saw Rose. “Gina! So nice to see you,” he said, but his expression was more of bemusement.

  Before she could respond, Robert stood and extended his hand. “How do you do, Mr. Milton? Do you know Mistress Rose?”

  Jeremy was shaking Roberts hand and did a double take. “Mistress Rose? Oh, I’m so sorry ma’am. You resemble a former colleague of mine.”

  “I see,” was all she said. When he heard her voice, though, Jeremy was sure it was her.

  Robert suggested, “Why don’t you bring in some tea, my dear?” Rose nodded and gratefully escaped.

  Jeremy told Robert, “I don’t know why she calls herself Rose, but that’s Gina. She was the best in her field before she got into some trouble. Nice lady. I have to tell you, I was surprised to see her here. Made me a little nervous to let her know I was interested in your place.” Jeremy was laughing at himself at this point. “I feel a bit awkward, anyway, but I have a new girlfriend, and she is a bit adventurous…”

  Robert relaxed and warmed to the man as they got down to business. “You’ve come to the right place, Jeremy.”

  Rose came back with the tea and they had a pleasant visit. After he left, Robert commented, “That was bound to happen sooner or later, my dear. We have a lot of people coming through here.”

  “I just didn’t think about it until I saw Jeremy in the driveway.”

  “Well, he obviously likes you. Should anyone come in who isn’t on your side, I’ll offer them a session with you wielding the whip, and he can lick your boots.”

  Rose gasped at his straight-faced comment before bursting with laughter. “Thank you, Master Robert!”

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  It was almost 4:00 when she came back downstairs with her hair up in a French twist wearing her pin-stripe navy suit and cream-colored silk blouse as requested, and a pair of taupe high heels. She added the string of pearls. The suit seemed so plain. Master Robert looked up and smiled in approval.

  The couple arrived on time and they met in the dining room for tea and finger sandwiches. After the pleasantries of introduction and tea pouring, they got down to business.

  Master Robert asked, “Now, Mr. and Mrs. Walters, what can Mayhew House do for you?”

  The young man began, “I don’t know what you can do. She has no respect and she doesn’t do what I tell her.”

  Master Robert asked patiently, “What exactly is it you tell her?” Rose noted he didn’t add the customary ‘sir’ since the young man hadn’t.

  Mistress Rose was observing the young wife and she seemed to be seething.

  “When I go to work every day, I leave her a list of chores. When I come home, dinner is almost never ready and on the table, and half of what I told her to do isn’t done.”

  “Would you please make out a list of chores for me to see?” Master Robert then turned to Mrs. Walters. “What is it you expect the Mayhew House to do to improve your marriage?”

  Mr. Walters interrupted, “She isn’t the one to ask!”

  Master Robert looked him right in the eye and said very quietly, “In this house, sir, we do not interrupt.” The man opened his mouth and shut it immediately. Master Robert turned back to the woman and the conversation continued.

  Master Robert asked the pointed question, “Do you want to please your husband?”

  “Yes, sir, I do.” When she was through explaining her take on the way things were going, she said, “I just cannot please him!”

  “Do you honestly try?”

  “Yes.” To this, her husband scoffed.

  Mr. Walters handed over the list and Master Robert looked it over. “You give her the same instructions every day?”

  “Pretty much,” he answered.

  “And get the same results?”

  “She never gets half her chores done.”

  “If you do the same thing every day, why would you not expect the same results?” He waited for him to comprehend, and then he asked, “Mistress Rose, do you see a solution to this problem?”

  Without hesitation, she said, “Divorce.” When she looked at Master Robert she thought she saw him smirk. “I’m sorry,” she said, holding the list the man had written, “but short of a miracle, I don’t see these two together another month!”

  She handed back the list and said, “Half of this list would take a full eight hours to accomplish. The other half of the list is – well – silly. How important is it that the labels on the canned goods all face out?”

  It was Mr. Walters who spoke, taking his wife’s hand. “I don’t want to give up on us.”

  His wife said, “I don’t either, but I have always tried to do what you ask.”

  “There!” Master Robert stated, “Now, we have a beginning.”

  They set up appointments for the next four weeks and after they left, Rose asked, “Was my answer out of line, Sir?”

  Master Robert laughed. “They may have needed the shock of your answer.”

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  Rose settled into a routine. In the mornings she took her walks along the shore, enjoying the sunshine and sea air. She was learning more self-control and appreciation of the nuances of reading people. Afternoons she learned about some new aspect of the playrooms below. Once she experienced a playroom, Master Robert had her work sometime during the week with clients in that room. Her favorite was wielding the whips and her clients were well pleased wi
th her.

  She was grateful that so far Master Robert was the only man she’d had; she knew it was probably only a matter of time before she had to fulfill that part of her contract. Many evenings the Master had her hostess his dinner parties and intimate gatherings of friends.

  She continued to help work with John and Susan Walters. Master Robert felt the greater work with them was to teach him to be the master of his home. Mr Walter’s expectations of his wife proved unreasonable, and Robert first needed to understand why he was so demanding. Interviewing John revealed that his father treated his mother unreasonably. Once that was brought to light, Mr. Walters admitted that he knew his father was over-bearing, but he didn’t see himself repeating the process. Addressing that made it easier for him to be the man his wife loves.

  “John, a real Master isn’t a bully,” Master Robert told him. “There is no need to be unpleasant if you truly have control of your household.”

  Mistress Rose worked with Susan on her responses to her husband. They worked on poise and manners – not that she wasn’t polite, but rather less than intuitive of her husband’s needs and desires. She also suggested to Mr. Walters that he allow Susan to do her wifely duties without the demanding chore list. He did and got exactly the wife he wanted all along!

  After each talk, the couple would use the playrooms to work out their roles in sex play. Understanding the absolute need to trust and be trusted in this manner. Besides, it was fun!

  Chapter 4

  Master Robert and Master Drew were visiting with several local businessmen after dinner. Master Robert had not asked her to be available, so Rose went to her room to read for a while. She found a classic in the reading nook and took it with her. She filled the huge tub; it had been so long since she enjoyed the simple luxury of a bath. She soaked for a long time, thinking about all that had occurred in the past few weeks.

  She thought about the changes in herself. She was more confident and more secure than she could remember. That seemed odd since only a few months ago she had been engaged to be married.