Gina's Education (6 page)

“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.”

*****

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 with 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.

“That would have been a one-sided marriage,” she thought miserably. “Why did I spend so much time trying to make that work?” She suddenly realized why she had kept putting off setting a date; she really hadn’t loved Norman. Once she found out he definitely didn’t want children, “that’s when things changed,” she thought.

She thought about how Master Robert treated her as an employee and compared that to how Norman had treated her and concluded she was in a much better place now, in spite of the nature of the job. Rose started to laugh softly. “I went to college, and this is the job I was able to land!”

She was getting sleepy, so she got ready for bed. When she went into the bedroom, she was surprised to see her bed was turned down. “I swear there are elves working in this house!”

Rose found one of her old nightgowns and climbed into bed making a note to buy a couple of new nighties. “This one is pretty shabby,” she thought.

After only a couple of pages, she was fast asleep and the book fell on the floor.

Rose was suddenly awakened by the blanket being thrown off of her bed. Master Robert was standing over her and sternly asking, “What is this?”

She looked at his hand holding the hem of her nightgown. He looked almost angry and she jumped out of bed not knowing what she had done wrong.

“It’s my nightgown, Master.”

In his smooth tone he said, “I expected you to be ready for me. I even thought I might find you in my bed, but you were smart to go to your own room. Not so smart about this, though!” He accented the last part by tearing the nightgown right up the middle and leaving it hanging off her shoulders.

Rose involuntarily moved to cover herself; strictly a reaction to having her gown torn apart. Master Robert smiled, and Rose quickly recovered and dropped the offending cloth to the floor.

“Too late,”
she thought. She was starting to catch the subtle changes in Master Robert’s glance and suddenly understood this ruse to ‘punish’ her. She also realized that figuring this out had made her wet for him!

“What can I do to make it up to my Master?”

“What would you suggest, my dear?”

“
Oh no
,’ she thought. “
This is clearly a trap
!” All she could do is beg for his mercy. She was pretty sure he already knew what he was going to do with her! “What would my Master like for me to do tonight?”

“Come,” was all he said, and she followed him to his room. She noted he had already showered and changed into a silk robe before he had come for her.

Over by the fireplace was a package of pink rubber folded on the bench. The label showed it to be a puppy suit of rubber, but this suit had different features from the plain rubber suit she had seen with Drew’s client. Rose’s heart sank. She truly hated the idea of being encased in rubber.

“Well, my pet, you seem to think you should ‘wear’ something to bed. Tonight I have just the thing for you.”

Rose grimly nodded.

The suit was very tight and she had trouble with it. As he helped her into the suit, she was retreating into her submissive role; Robert noted that someone in her past had caused her to submit before he met her.

The feet were tight and she could not move her toes, making her feel trapped. She found she was having trouble breathing once it was up to her waist. Master Robert slowed the progress of pulling it on her and she started to overcome the panicky feeling. Her eyes were closed and she was concentrating on focusing;
“I want to please my Master. My Master wants me to play puppy tonight. I am my Master’s puppy.”
He watched her rise above the panic and she began to relax just a little.

She noticed the opening between her legs. The suit also left her buttocks and breasts exposed. The holes in the front were quite small, though, and pulling her breasts through made them bulge out. Her hands were then encased in fingerless mitts attached to the sleeves. There was a slit at the wrist to free the hands if her Master chose to allow it.

He showed her the puppy face piece that was to fit inside the hood on the suit. It had tiny holes for the eyes and straw-sized holes for the nose and a large round hole for the mouth. He saw the panic in her eyes at the sight of it. Although he knew she would wear it for him, having her in a panic was not conducive to his plans for the evening. He pulled the open-faced hood up over her head and zipped it down the back. He put the rubber mask back on the bench by the fire and showed her another puppy mask, Halloween style, and placed it on her face.

“There, now you are truly my pet. I wonder if you’ll be a good pet or if I’ll have to discipline you tonight.” He was speaking softly, smiling, and his hand was on the small of her back. She felt her muscles contract. His reference to spanking her made her react even before he laughed. “You aren’t going to be naughty, are you pet?”

He grabbed her nipples hard and she gasped. They were already quite sensitive and swelling, and he teased, “My pet is neglecting her babies.” He reached into his pockets and pulled out two toy puppies. He had taken the stuffed animals apart and inserted some strong plastic clothespins into the mouths for nipple clamps, and added some lead weights to the body before he’d sewn them back together. “Here you go, babies. Suck your mama’s teats.”

Rose was fascinated by them until they clamped onto her nipples. They were exceptionally tight and the weights added another dimension of pain. The pain of those clamps was magnified by the swelling, and for some reason she felt greater embarrassment because of the puppies! She shook her head to clear that thought away; all she said was, “Thank you, Master.”

“Now, my pet, why are you standing up like that? Are you begging for something?”

Not knowing how to answer, Rose dropped to her knees. He moved her knees apart with his foot, giving him full view. “Good dog.” Humiliation sank her deeper into her submission.

Master Robert then took the tail off the bench and wagged it in front of his pet. “You don’t seem to be all together, pet. Don’t you miss your tail?”

With a groan Rose answered, “Yes, Master.”

“Tell me how much you miss your tail.”

Rose didn’t know how she was going to convince him she wanted something she clearly did not want. “I am not complete without, my tail, Master.” He waited, so she added almost in a whisper, “Please, Master, give me my tail.”

“What do you want me to do with your tail?”

“Attach it to me, Master?”

“How?”

With a deep breath, head down, she begged, “Master, please put my tail into me.”

He answered, “Why, my dear dog, I’ll be happy to push it up your ass! And a very nice ass it is, pet. What will you do with it?”

“Wag it for you, Master?” The conversation was so bizarre she almost giggled.

“Let’s see what you can do to entertain your Master tonight, pet.” He lubed the anal plug on the end of the tail. He gave her a look and she turned on hands and knees to present her behind to her Master so he could insert her tail. He took his time and stroked her backside as he pushed it in slowly. It didn’t go easily; she found it difficult to relax, but she managed to take it in without making a sound. He didn’t think she was actually breathing.

“There now, precious, entertain me.”

Rose felt ridiculous, but the endearment ‘precious’ made her feel warm inside. She wagged her tail for her master, but he yawned. She pretended to chase her tail, the puppies attached to her teats swinging back and forth. He laughed and told her she was a “good girl.”

Then Master Robert patted her on the head, sat by the fire and picked up the newspaper to read. Rose squatted beside his chair wondering what to make of this action, or lack of it. As she sat there, panic threatened again. “Is he going to leave me like this? What am I supposed to be doing?” Her thoughts were not helping her to calm down and the more agitated she became, the more she squirmed. She roamed around on her hands and knees, puppies swinging, creating odd sensations in her body.

Master Robert was observing her distress. He wondered what she would do and soon she started to nudge him with her paw. Lowering the paper he asked, “What do you need, dog?”

Encouraged, she put both paws on his knees. “Do you want to pee, dog?”

Stunned, Rose stopped cold. First, that wasn’t what she hoped; second, she now needed to pee! He laughed out loud reading clearly what just happened. “Well, dog, I think you can wait – and you’d better not pee on the rug!” She sat on her heels, not knowing what to do next. The strain of this experience was exhausting her, and so she lay down on her side to wait for her Master. “That’s a good dog.” She was now resigned to her place as his pet.

She rested for a few minutes mostly to calm herself from the panic rising again. Then she remembered how she got out of a bad situation the first time Master made her his pet. She rolled back onto her knees and put her paws on his knees. He pretended not to notice this time, so she moved his robe out of her way and gave her Master some doggie snuggles on his leg. She couldn’t see his face, but Master Robert was wearing a big grin. She got a little bolder and rubbed her way up his leg with her head. He sighed and she was encouraged. She pawed his balls and he moved just a bit to allow her better access. The clumsy rubber mitts and the mask prevented any real play, but it was getting her closer to the attention she needed.

He smiled at her and grabbed one of the puppies. “I think you have had enough of that teat,” and yanked it sharply off her nipple making Rose shriek in pain. Before she could breathe, he grabbed the other one and pulled it off; she shrieked again.

“Are you ready for me, pet, or will I have to apply the strap again?”

Rose wriggled between his legs, rubbed her body against his leg and pretended to climb up on him making, him laugh out loud.

“I may have to spank you just for the fun of it.” He rolled up the newspaper and cracked it across her backside. He laughed when she turned to present him with her behind for more of the same! Of course he was happy to accommodate her and redden her backside with the paper. At this point she needed the release of a good spanking.