Part 2: Basic Training

First Day: Training Begins

I was glad that Bemästra had let me get some rest and take a shower before letting me leave because I had crashed out hard on the bed where I don't normally sleep after I got home that night. I easily awoke the next morning around 4:15 am and began getting ready. Of course, Joe, the other half of my household wasn’t happy about my sudden change of employment especially the distance. He didn’t care about the money so much as the fact of the distance of travel and the fact that I barely knew Bemästra. I can’t say that I blamed Joe though, but considering the abusive hell he’s put me through over the past 15 years, I really didn’t give two rat asses what Joe wanted or cared about anymore. I have had enough, and Bemästra gave me my way out.

“Seriously, Raven?! You seriously are going through with this whole working as a personal assistant for some stranger. This is absolutely insane,” Joe ranted and raved at me as I went about getting ready and starting the coffeemaker. He followed me every step of the way while he yelled.

I was surprised by how calm I was remaining as I began to brush my hair and teeth. “Joe, we need this money. I need something safer, or I’m gonna have to start working past sunset to make the bills. Besides, every new employer is a complete stranger so how is this different?”

“He hired you after using you as a Lyft driver!” Joe was definitely mad about me suddenly starting a new much better paying job. He grabbed my right arm hard enough to bruise me with his fingers. Nothing unusual for Joe when he’s mad and raging at me.. regardless if it’s my fault or someone else’s or just because.

“Let me the fuck go, Joe,” I said with far more calmness than I thought I could muster. I definitely was done with his shit and the relationship. Joe went suddenly quiet and let go of me like I burned him with a cigarette as I continued. “I’m fucking done with this shit, Joe. I’m done with the rage and the physical abuse it causes. Get the fuck out and be gone by the time I get home,” I said with a cold tone of controlled anger as I continued getting ready to go to Master and begin my training. I genuinely meant and still mean every word of what I said.

“Wh.. what?” Joe sounded sober and confused as he backed up.

“We’re done. I’m doing the fights and the violence and being the bad guy every time. I want you gone,” I said as I pushed pass him and go to put my shoes on. I could feel how much of a blow that was to Joe and the fight was on. We argued for an hour as I packed bags of clothes for him and told him to go to his brother’s place. It only took me a good 40 minutes to get Joe out of the house but worth it. He was coming back around to the house as I began to pull away with a sigh of relief.

The trip to Bemästra’s house was a long three hour drive to which I had to lose Joe twice along the way. The second time I called highway patrol and reported him as possibly intoxicated. I knew he wasn’t and would eventually get the special treatment afforded a retire Florida sheriff deputy, but I also knew it would be enough to lose Joe for good. I pulled up to Bemästra’s house not long afterwards and took a deep breath to steady my nerves. This is definitely not a standard arrangement, and one I haven’t had in about two decades but definitely more my relationship style. Once my nerves had been settled, I turn off my car and get out.

I check the time and smile as what delays I had didn’t make me late. I was actually about three minutes early and surprised by the fact as I walk up to the door. I was about to knock when the maid opened the door with a stern look and looked me over with an unimpressed expression. She was in her late 50s to early 60s and had the look of a scorned submissive. I squirmed a bit under her scrutiny. “At least you’re early. I was expecting poorly dressed, but you proved me wrong in your punctuality. Come in. Master is expecting you,” the maid said in a gruff and grumpy voice as she stepped to the side.

I walked inside the beautiful and yet modest mansion as the maid closed the door behind me. “It’s nice to meet you as well, ma’am,” I said to the old maid in pleasant voice as she walked past me and grunted at my words.

“This way, girl. The Master is in his office awaiting your arrival,” she said in a snarky tone of voice as I followed her just down a hallway.

“My name is Raven Jones, ma’am, and I’m hardly a girl which surprises me as much as it does you,” I said in a polite yet blunt tone of voice as I called the old maid out on her snarkiness as we continued to walk to the office.

That made the old maid scoff but not disagree. Instead she said, “My name is Rosallia Gonzalez but you can call me Rosa like the other servants here. You’ll learn your place among us once Master finishes your training. He’s firm but laid-back and fair but mind your manners lest you wish to be punished.” She then stopped in front of a large dark wood door with a placard sign saying “office” in gold letters. “This is where the Master is. Now straighten your posture. Stop scrunching your butt.” Rosa then helped straighten my hair and my posture. “There! You look better and more confident like an alpha female. Master loves confident, alpha type women. Something we other women did not have in abundance as all of us prefer complete and total submission. Now in with you.”

I didn’t need anymore pep talk and urging than that from Rosa and knocked politely on the door. “Come in,” Bemästra’s voice beckoned from the other side of the door with a polite tone. That made shiver of excitement tickle down my spine for some reason as I reached for the door knob and opened the door. All nervousness disappeared the moment I saw his trademark smile. The smile is disarming, dashing and confident yet dark and mysterious. The type that melts a woman like me yet might put off other into being more nervous because of how suggestive the smile is especially with hunger and desire twinkling in his eyes. “Ah good, Miss Raven. You’re early. That’s good. Please have a seat in one of the chairs, and then we’ll begin going over the paperwork, your expectations from our arrangement, and my expectations from the arrangement,” Bemästra said as he gestured to the beautiful leather chairs as he walked around to his office chair and took a seat.

“Yes, sir,” I said as I politely closed the door behind me.

“Yes what?” Bemästra asked in a playfully inquisitive voice as my back is turned.

*”Crap. I said sir instead of Master.”* My brain screamed at me. “Yes, Master. Sorry, Master,” I said as I turned back around and walked over to the offered chairs with embarrassment on my face.

Bemästra chuckled a bit but then got more serious. “The slip is fine. Sir is an acceptable term for one in my position in our future arrangement. Master is a term that will be used behind closed doors while Sir is for public along with Mr. Bemästra. Understand?” He said in a more business like tone of voice as I took a seat in a chair and listened to me.

“Yes, Master. I understand,” I said as I get comfortable and business like myself.

“Good. Then let’s begin with paperwork and negotiation. Afterwards, I’ll give you a tour of my home and introduce you to the others who you will be in charge over. Then we’ll some.. fun time training,” he said the last part with a more wolfish grin and then began bombarding me with paperwork, questions, and took notes for a file on me. That process seemed to take hours to complete, but I did enjoy it as I got to learn more about Bemästra and what was expected of me. Everything sounded like the typical service submissive chores and assignments including the sexual portion of what is expected. Thankfully I had options for both soft and hard limits so didn’t have to worry about being a sex slave. I have to many opinions to be a willing slave and would get in trouble when my more dominant urges kick in.

After we were done with negotiations, Bemästra took me around the grounds and introduced to the other servants by introducing me as his personal assistant and their new supervisor. The mansion and its grounds are gorgeous and will never forget how they made me feel during my free time to roam around. We spent a couple of hours touring the grounds and getting me use to the basics of the place before we ended in the basement’s wine room. There Bemästra moved one very old bottle and pulled a lever to reveal a hidden doorway that lead into a sadist’s playroom dream come true. Every implement needed for sexual torture and pain was in this room from simple tape to complex orgasm machines. I had almost cum just from seeing the room at first as every part of my being screamed to try everything once in the room. Bemästra smiled when he saw the excitement in my eyes upon looking at me. He then took me by the arm and lead me into the room.

“I am glad that my little toy dungeon excites you, Miss Raven. Now please go to the bench with the empty wall hooks and strip yourself of your clothes. Then bring yourself over to the St. Andrew’s Cross. Understand, my little slut?” He said to me with a smile as he let’s go of my hand and walks over to the large x-frame on the other side of the room.

“Yes, Master. I understand and shall do as instructed,” I said with a happy smile as I turn and walk over to the indicated bench. I was quick to strip and maybe a bit sloppy about out of nerves and excitement, but I was determined to prove that I was a good girl to Bemästra.

“Very good. I will start you off lightly and work you up to see where your pain thresholds are at. That will allow me to plot out how to carefully build your pain tolerance by increasing impact and duration. Since you are fine with bruising, then you shall have such before you leave here today,” Bemästra said to me as he watched me strip. He then grabbed several different implements to use on me. I easily recognized one of my favorites being a beautiful black, blue, and purple 12 tail flogger while another I quickly realized to be slender paddle meant to smack and bruise the clit. I didn’t recognize one device which seemed to be a metal device covered in rubber and round at one end. “I think these will work for today. Wednesday we will step up the pain and toys, but for now, on your knees and crawl over here, slut.”

Without word, I got myself down on all fours and crawled over to where Bemästra stood next to the St. Andrew’s Cross. It was hard on my knees which hadn’t crawled in decades and had been damaged several times over the years, but I was more than happy to obey for the rewards my obedience. Bemästra smiled wickedly yet proudly at how well I was obeying and how I knelt before after reaching him. He then took a ball gag and carefully puts it into place, making sure to secure it firmly. I didn’t fight him over the ball gag and was more than happy to open my mouth without command as soon as I saw him turn and pick it up. Bemästra then helped me to my feet where he began securing padded leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles. He then leads me over to the St. Andrew’s Cross and then secures each cuffed limb to the arm of the x-frame. The whole time I didn’t fight, but was compliant and getting more excited at the same time.

Bemästra then took his right hand and place against my cheek and rubbed my earlobe between his finger and thumb. This lulled me into a more sensual state of mind and even got me snuggling my cheek a bit against his hand almost like a cat until he released and lightly slapped my face. He did that a couple of more times, with each slap a bit harder but not leaving marks, in order to get me into the right head space for what was to come. Bemästra then went to the table where he had the toys I watched him set aside are sitting and grabbed up the flogger. That sent a shiver of excitement through my body and straight to my wet vagina which almost cause me to cum. My control was definitely being tested today after proving to Joe that I could go at least two months without.

I had let out a soft moan of excitement as Bemästra first lightly smacks my body in a rhythm just before two well placed hard smacks hit my breasts. He then returns to the light, non-marking smacks just to place more hard smacks along my breasts, creating red marks. He repeated the pattern several times to my breasts and thighs until light bruising began to appear where the tails bit my skin. Each one hard smack getting a small squeal of excited pain and pleasure as my mind began to slip into a more meditative state of pleasurable excitement. My nipples became hard and erect with each smack of his flogger while my pussy ached for attention it was being denied for now. Now and then, Bemästra would caress my cheek just before slapping my face while I moaned softly. He then grabbed out a set of claws and began running them with gentle pressure across my skin of my stomach and breasts leaving thin red trails. He ran the points of the claws along and up each hard nipple, drawing a moan of pleasure from me.

Bemästra then grabbed the odd metal impact device after a little caress and face slap and looked me square in the eyes. “Now this is heavy. It will hurt you. It will bruise you or possibly more. Do you wish for me to use this on you?” he asked me in a serious yet concerned tone of voice. I nod and let out a begging plea through the ball gag for him to use it as I see the uncooked rice glued to it. “Very well. You’ve been warned and still want it so have it you shall. Such a greedy little cunt, aren’t you?” I just nod as the first impact hits my left thigh. I just manage to hold a louder yelp of pain but my eyes go wide with shock at the sensation and water a bit. They didn’t water from pain but relief as each blow caused anger from years of pent up rage to be expelled of my mind and soul. This release was far better than sexual pleasure and far more relieving than talking about the emotional pain. He was a man needing a woman like me to release his stress and frustration while I need him to relieve internalized anger and depression within me before I seriously hurt myself. A perfect… excuse me.. a better match compared to Joe, but my heart said no to being more than what is stated on paper, a “personal assistant.” Bemästra struck me twice on each thigh with the device and once on each breast before moving onto the slender paddle.

Bemästra then began to paddle my pussy and clit with slowly increasing hardness until I was nearly squealing with teared up eyes. That’s when he brings the plastic paddle up between us and smile from the sight of my wetness all over the end. “Well look at that. Your greedy cunt got my paddle all wet. Open your mouth and clean it up,” he said with a commanding voice as he pulled the gag down from my mouth. I obediently did as I was told and then the gag was put back in place. Bemästra then went and grabbed a suction device and nipple clamps then returned his attentions to me. He used the device on each nipple, sucking each one up hard and taunt, and then release each one just to clamp them. He then tugged on them first down and then up until I moaned in pleasurable pain. He then went and grabbed a metal dildo like device from a bucket of ice. He returned with smile, bent over a bit, and shoved the ice cold device deep inside my already eager pussy. I repressed a loud squeal the best I could which earn me several pumps from it before being unhooked and turned around.

Once turned around, Bemästra grabbed another metal dildo like device and literally screws it into my ass causing me to moan. He then grabbed the flogger again and leaned close to me to whisper, “Do not cum and do not drop my toys or the last lashings will be the hardest for today.” I did my best to hold those toys inside of my holes as he flogged my ass and the back of my thighs. I yelped now and then in painful excitement while begging for more through my gag. He put the flogger back down and then grabbed the paddle again. This time the toy in my pussy fell out as I tried like hell to not orgasm from the paddling. That earned me six hard whacks that nearly had me cry out loud in pain. This time Bemästra told me I could cry, but no tears of pain wanted to come out.. only tears of frustration in which he did not push. He unhooked me from the x-frame and removed the cuffs before returning his attentions back to me. He then played with my nipples more by pulling up on the chain of the nipple clamps and caused me to stand up on my tip toes. Bemästra did that several times before removing the clamps from my bruised nipples.

“Now get on your knees like a good girl and take off my pants,” Bemästra said in a seductively firm tone of voice that makes a woman like me melt inside. I obediently did as I was told and quickly yet carefully removed my new Master’s pants. “Open your mouth so I can fuck your throat,” he commanded me next. I once again did as he said and soon was trying to breathe in between strokes as Bemästra began to fuck my throat as I sucked. After a few minutes, Bemästra pulled out and looked at bench nearby while giving a command, “Lay on the bench and expose your holes to me like a good little slut.” Once again, I did as I was told and laid across the bench in a way that exposed my holes to him. Bemästra was quick, hard, and masterful at taking what he desired from me. He started with my pussy first pounding hard and long until my body was trembling from need to orgasm. He then pulled out of my pussy and slammed his hard, throbbing cock into my ass which caused me to cry out in pleasure. He was even more punishing to my nearly virgin asshole as he leaned in close to me while grabbing my ponytail. “You may cum only when I cum. Understand, my slut?” He whispered into my ear as I panted and moaned in mindless pleasure.

“Yes, Master. Yes, I understand,” I cried out in almost a stutter as the pleasure was too overwhelming for normal speech. He then increased his pace, and I could feel why. Bemästra was nearing his climax and wanting to make it hurt so good as he finishes. It felt like an eternity of pleasure before he had his release, but we both had orgasmed hard when he finally did release. Bemästra pulled out and collapsed to the floor in exhaustion from a release he hadn’t had in a little while, and I was quick to lie next to him and cuddle like a pet as my baser instincts kicked in. We laid there resting when he spoke to me while gently stroking my head, “I’m sorry if I scared you with my sudden exhaustion, but that happens with a dark release as you can tell.”

“It’s okay, Master. I fully understand. Can we rest a bit before I get dressed again?” I said with a tired, blissful tone of voice.

“Yes, we can, my dear. Yes, we can. Then you’ll get cleaned up and some aftercare before dressing. Understand?” He said in an equally tired and blissful tone as my own.

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. In so many ways,” I said in a bit of a drifting tone of voice.

“You’re welcome, my needy little cunt,” he said in a playfully possessive tone that makes one wonder if he’s serious or not with the nickname. I didn’t care. For some reason, I like the little degrading terms of endearment. I could see that this will be a very interesting training period for me, and I planned to love every second of it.

End of Part Two