As Josie gets settled in her new glamorous life, she continues to be trained by her master, the successful rock star Rory Madden. But her newfound confidence is thoroughly shaken when one of her fellow submissives breaks the rules and puts all the others in danger. Will Josie be able to handle it when Rory takes her far beyond her limits in order to put her dedication to the test?
“Think you can handle all this?” Rory asked calmly behind her.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, and then clarified. “I don’t know what all of it feels like.”
“You’ll find out,” he said. His hands descended heavily onto her shoulders. She fell to her knees, and just like that, they were in the middle of a scene.
He led her by her hair to the center of the room. His grip was rougher than she was used to, and she scrambled to follow along. Once there, he had her sit back. His strong hands gripped the hem of her silk nightie and tugged the garment over her head, leaving her naked. The bunched up fabric hit a wall and landed on the floor.
“Put your arms above your head,” he ordered her. Josie complied at once. Rory’s voice had suddenly gone distant, emotionless, and the fact made her shudder.
A moment later, something closed around her wrists. A chain, maybe a foot long, connected the padded metal cuffs Rory had just put on her and served to limit her arm movement. When he stepped away, apparently satisfied, Josie started to lower her hands. The sudden, sharp sting on her backside made her cry out in surprise and pain.
“Did I say you could put your hands down?” Rory snapped.
Hastily raising them above her head again, Josie turned to look at him. He was holding a riding crop. The expression on his face was dead serious.
Another swat with the crop made her jump and cry out.
“I asked you a question. Am I going to have to beat the answer out of you?”
“No Sir,” Josie hurried to reply, half-panicked, her tongue fumbling the words. “You… you did not tell me I could put my hands down. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it. I’m not going to keep holding your hand through this. You screw up, you get punished. Got it?”
“So are you going to be a good little sub for me? Are you going to do everything I say, when I say it?”
“Yes Sir.” Her voice shook.
“Good.” He ran the flat tip of the riding crop along the curve of her shoulder, tickling her neck. “Because I’m done with this Kindergarten bullshit. You want to be mine? Prove it.”
“Yes Sir,” she breathed.
“I can’t hear you.”
She cleared her throat. Her arms were beginning to shake under the strain of keeping them lifted.
She surprised herself with the speed with which she jumped to her feet. Immediately afterwards, Rory wrapped his fingers around her throat and pushed her backwards, leading her through the room this way with her hands still in the air. Josie’s heart hammered like mad. Her entire body was tense, shaking with subdued panic, but at the same time, she was determined to prove herself. Being terrified was part of the thrill.
Soon enough, the riding crop was back. The tip of it tickled her belly, moved up to circle her breasts. Then Rory pressed it just beneath her chin.
“Are you mine?” he asked calmly.
The question sent the most pleasurable shudder through Josie’s body.
“Yes Sir,” she replied, voice steady.
“And do I get to do whatever I want to what’s mine?”
“Yes Sir,” she repeated. Her breath was coming short now.
“Damn right I do.”
Rory’s face was unreadable. He lowered the crop and stepped around her, out of her field of vision. He seemed dedicated to making it hurt as much as possible when he struck her, once, fully across her buttocks.
“Count,” he demanded.
“One.” Josie’s voice trembled. She knew it was a test of sorts, but she had no idea how far he would push her.