same as Mary’s punishment?
His reply was almost instant; she was surprised that his reply came back so soon. ‘No, you are special. You need to serve.’ The words seemed so simple on the screen but they burned into her, finally something inside clicked and she understood.
She wrote back for more instructions, and printed his reply. She placed it on the table and read it three or four times, making sure she understood all that was required of her for the first meeting. She grew nervous at the prospect, finally she had found herself.
Gill had never been to York; she had passed through it on the train but never got out to look around. She took the letter from her pocket and climbed into a cab.
“Travelodge, Piccadilly,” she told the driver and settled back to admire the ancient city as they drove through it. Ten minutes later she stepped from the car and checked in, her room was basic but that is all she would need for the next four days.
She slipped out of her clothes and folded them, placing them in her case and closing the lid. She grew apprehensive about the situation, she could feel the heat rising inside, the confusion raging deep down. Leaning back on the bed her index finger slipped between her legs and pressed her clitoris, she couldn’t help but stroke gently, the wisp of neat hair tickled her hand and she pressed harder, the warmth and wetness of her lips surprised her and she arched her back in pleasure.
The knock at the door took her by surprise and she looked in the mirror to make sure her hair was straight, wiped her fingers on a towel and took a deep breath. She walked quickly to the door and peered through the eyehole to make sure it was J, he stood back a little and she noted that he didn’t have anything, or anyone, with him. She unlocked the door and returned to the centre of the room, bowing her head and kneeling.
J stood over her, lifted her chin and looked into her eyes, “What do you wish from me?”
“I wish to learn, I wish you to train me, and I want to serve,” she breathed as he stared into her eyes. He seemed a little harder than the last time they had met and she understood this is what Mary saw.
“Yes you do.” The words were unexpected, Gill had expected to be told she was not good enough and that she too would be punished. “Rise.”
She did as she was told, conscious that her naked body was on full display – her cheeks were flushed and she played with her hands as he looked her over. J placed his hand between her legs and she sucked in air sharply letting out a small moan as he pressed her lightly.
“You need to shower and shave.”
She was startled at his words but followed him into the shower and allowed herself to be shaved; she marvelled at how gently he used the razor, taking care to ensure he didn’t nick her.
The shower was hot and Gill turned under the jet, she was not allowed to use scented soap and was aware that J was waiting, but it felt wonderful and she wanted to stay. Eventually the water stopped and she stepped out onto the cold floor. J handed her a towel, she patted herself dry and allowed herself to be led to the centre of the room, a stool sat in front of the mirror and J motioned for her to sit.
“Tie your hair back away from your face,” he ordered. She did as he told her exactly. “Now using just the red lipstick paint your lips.”
Wide-eyed she applied it thickly, when she finished he handed her a black lip liner.
“Highlight the outline of your lips.” She did as he instructed after which he took it from her and handed her eyeliner. “Now blacken your eyelids and use the pencil to draw back a narrow line from the corner of your eye to your ear, about half an inch.
The transformation was almost complete, Gill marvelled at how beautiful her face was with her new make-up – she looked totally different.
“You will always sit with your legs open 12inches at the knees, you will also sit with your head up.” She nodded in agreement and waited to be told what to do next. “Take the lipstick and paint your nipples, then circle your areola with the pencil.”
Gill’s nerves felt on fire as she followed his instructions, aware that he watched every move she made. Finally when he was satisfied that she was ready he told her to close her eyes. She did so, unsure of what was about to happen and as his fingers stroked her cheek gently he leaned into her ear.
“Trust me,” he whispered.
Gill felt soft leather being pulled around her throat and instinctively she bowed her head as she felt the collar being tightened. He buckled it at the back, the metal buckle was cold against her skin, and he let go. Gently he lifted her face, placed her hands in the small of her back and made sure her legs were opened the correct distance. When he was happy he stepped back.
“Open your eyes.”
She looked straight into the mirror and let out a small gasp, she looked so different and yet it felt so natural. J nodded and went to her case. Pulling it onto the bed he opened it without asking her permission. Impassively Gill sat as he pulled out stockings, lifted a dress and laid his choice of shoes on the bed.
“Stand up,” he ordered. Gill did as she was told, standing with her legs apart and keeping her hands in the small of her back, it felt awkward but natural. Without thinking she pushed her breasts forward as she had seen before hoping to please him.
“Stockings, heels and then the dress, do not speak unless spoken to and you will address me as ‘Sir’. Do you understand?”
Gill nodded and started to dress as instructed, the feel of the stockings as she pulled them up her legs was amazing; she had never felt so special, so beautiful. Suddenly she was aware that her lips were puffing and she was becoming excited – as she picked up the dress she was aware that J had turned and was taking a drink, she watched him pop two pills into his mouth and swallow. Quickly she turned back and slipped into the dress, taking care not to snag the heels of her shoes in the material.
When she had completed the task she turned to show him, he nodded and motioned for her to step forward.
“Tonight you will kneel by my side when I sit down, you will not speak unless I give you permission, others may touch you but you may not climax without my permission. Do you understand?”
His words burned deep inside, she blushed at some of his words but nodded. He smiled at her.
“You will walk two steps behind me, and should I allow you to sit then you will only sit on bare cheeks. Most importantly you have a new name, you will be introduced as ‘China’, and you will answer only to that name.”
The bar was not full, but it wasn’t empty. Gill felt herself becoming China as she followed him inside. She walked behind him; her hands behind her back, the fabric of her dress rubbing at her nipples sending waves of pleasure through her body. She breathed deeply and pressed her thighs together when they were forced to stop walking because of the crowd, she knew that she was wet and in danger of climaxing. People turned to look at her but Gill wasn’t sure if it was because she looked fantastic or because she was with J.
Finally they stopped at an empty corner. J sat in a leather chair crossed his legs and motioned for a waiter to come over. Gill stood, a little unsure of what to do for a moment and then walked to the side of the chair; she turned, slid her skirt up a little and slipped down onto her knees. In an instant she became China completely.
China opened her eyes and
