What Price Desire

To my surprise her response was, "I would like to think they saw something special in the boy."

I couldn't help but issue a muted sigh as the other woman looked saying, "I see he has already felt the cane, are you training him or just testing him?" Her answer was to walk back over to me, my eyes immediately lowering as she pushed me forward, my head forced down hard against the floor, the cane slashing across my bum. What would have been a horrendous scream if it had not been for the gag came forth as my body jerked and spasmed.

She dropped the cane in front of me as I heard her say calmly, "I see no reason it can't be both, do you?"

The other woman's laughter rang out as they left me, going into the kitchen, the sound of a wine bottle being opened, drinks being poured and then they returned to the living room. Sitting down they began speaking of me as If I didn't exist, as if I weren't right there in the room. For a couple of hours I heard the two strangers giving her pointers, they were obviously experienced Trainers in their own right and then she bid them goodnight, the door closing as she walked up to me.

"I am going to remove your gag and I will allow you three questions. If I feel they are presented with the proper respect and it is information that you truly need to know I will answer them. If not, for each question I do not answer you will receive a lash. If that is understood, nod your head once." I did so, obeying quickly and I felt the gag be removed, drool escaping my mouth, trailing down my chin as she said calmly, "First question?"

I swallowed, trying to insure my words would be taken in the proper context saying softly, "May I please ask as to how I am to address you?"

She nodded saying, "An appropriate question. You will call me either Miss or Milady."

"Thank you Milady."

"Next question?"

I gave it a moment of thought and then simply said, "I have no further questions Miss" and I could have sworn I saw a bit of a smile creep into her lips as she nodded.