What Price Desire

I'm not sure as I was left with only my thoughts. I struggled to hold my pose, not wanting to displease, unsure why they would entrust me to someone who had never trained one for a position such as this. I was startled with the sound of her voice saying, "Most impressive" as I jumped, not having heard a door open or anyone approach as the blindfold was pulled from my eyes. "You moved, you will be corrected for doing so."

I trembled as she strode into view, having changed into more casual attire. She walked over to a long table, picking up a thin cane before returning, pulling up a chair directly in front of me before sitting down. "Look at me Jonathan." I did so, peering up to see the woman now with her hair pulled back, her face washed, cleared of makeup, without the smile I had witnessed earlier as she continued, "We...have a problem."

I could only kneel and listen. "When we met earlier today we set a dynamic between us. I encouraged you, treated you with kindness and then complimented you on the possibilities I saw. Now, things have changed. If I am to be your Trainer you need to understand from this moment forward. I am not your friend, I am not your lover, I am not your Mistress, I am your Trainer. I am to turn you into what you not only desire but an object of desire by one of the individuals who purchases slaves from "The Illusions."

Speech wasn't possible, an answer not really required as she continued, "I have two weeks to train you and it is a huge responsibility. The contract if you are purchased will be for a period of one year, with an option for your owner to add an additional year if he, she or they wish to. If you fail to sell, I will have failed as a Trainer and that will not be acceptable. This is as much about me as it is about you."

She stood, walking around me, circling me almost like prey as I listened. "The first week will test your ability to learn. Failure to learn will have consequences such as this.' With that the cane lashed my back, the thin rattan material bringing forth a muted scream from my gagged lips of which she paid little heed. "That was for jumping when I announced my presence, a proper slave always maintains their position awaiting their Master or Mistress's use or command."