Tara Sue Me - The Training

TARA SUE ME

THE

TRAINING

To Cyndy, Danielle, and Kathy.

So much of this story wouldnt be what it is without you.

Thank you will never be enough.

The drive back to Nathaniels house took longer than it should have. Or maybe it just felt like it took longer. Maybe it was nerves.

I tipped my head in thought.

Maybe not nerves exactly. Maybe anticipation.

Anticipation that after weeks of talking, weeks of waiting, and weeks of planning, we were finally here.

Finally back.

I lifted my hand and touched the collarNathaniels collar. My fingertips danced over the familiar lines and traced along the diamonds. I moved my head from side to side, reacquainting myself with the collars feel.

There were no words to describe how I felt wearing Nathaniels collar again. The closest I could come was to compare it to a puzzle. A puzzle with the last piece finally in place. Yes, for the last few weeks, Nathaniel and I had been living as lovers, but we both felt incomplete. His recollaring of mehis reclaiming of mehad been what was missing. It sounded odd even to me, but I finally felt like I was his again.

The hired car eventually reached Nathaniels house and pulled into his long drive. Lights flickered from the windows. He had set the timer, anticipating my arrival in the dark. Such a small gesture, but a touching one. One that showed, like much he did, how he kept me firmly at the forefront of his mind.

I jingled my keys as I walked up the drive to his front door. My keys. To his house. Hed given me a set of keys a week ago. I didnt live with him, but I spent a fair amount of time at his house. He said it only made sense for me to be able to let myself in or to lock up when I left.

Apollo, Nathaniels golden retriever, rushed me when I opened the door. I rubbed his head and let him outside for a few minutes. I didnt keep him out for too longI wasnt sure if Nathaniel would arrive home early, but if he did, I wanted to be in place. I wanted this weekend to be perfect.

Stay, I told Apollo after stopping in the kitchen to refill his water bowl. Apollo obeyed all of Nathaniels orders, but thankfully, he listened to me this time. Normally, he would follow me up the stairs, and tonight that would be odd.

I quickly left the kitchen and made my way upstairs to my old room. The room that would be mine on weekends.

I undressed, placing my clothes in a neat pile on the edge of the twin bed. On this, Nathaniel and I had been in agreement. I would share his bed Sunday through Thursday nights, anytime I stayed over, but on Friday and Saturday nights, I would sleep in the room he reserved for his submissives.

Now that we had a more traditional relationship during the week, we both wanted to make sure we remained in the proper mind-set on weekends. That mind-set would be easier to maintain for both of us if we slept separately. For both of us, yes, but perhaps more so for Nathaniel. He rarely shared a bed with his submissives, and having a romantic relationship with one was completely new to him.

I stepped naked into the playroom. Nathaniel had led me around the room last weekendexplaining, discussing, and showing me things Id never seen and several items Id never heard of.

At its core, it was an unassuming roomhardwood floors, deep, dark brown paint, handsome cherry armoires, even a long table carved of rich wood. However, the chains and shackles, the padded leather bench and table, and the wooden whipping bench gave away the rooms purpose.

A lone pillow waited for me below the hanging chains. I dropped to my knees on it, situating myself into the position Nathaniel explained I was to be in whenever I waited for him in the playroombutt resting on my heels, back straight, right hand on top of my left in my lap, fingers not intertwined, and head down.

I got into position and waited.

Time inched forward.

I finally heard him enter through the front door.

Apollo, he called, and while I knew he spoke Apollos name so he could take him outside again, another reason was to alert me who it was that entered the house. To give me time to prepare myself. Perhaps for him to listen for footsteps from overhead. Footsteps that would tell him I wasnt prepared for his arrival. I felt proud he would hear nothing.

I closed my eyes. It wouldnt be long now. I imagined what Nathaniel was doingtaking Apollo outside, feeding him maybe. Would he undress downstairs? In his bedroom? Or would he enter the playroom wearing his suit and tie?

Doesnt matter , I told myself. Whatever Nathaniel has planned will be perfect.

I strained my earshe was walking up the stairs now. Alone. No dog followed.

Somehow, the atmosphere of the room changed when he walked in. The air became charged, and the space between us nearly hummed. In that moment, I understoodI was his, yes. I had been correct with that assumption. But even more so, even more important, perhaps, he was mine.

My heart raced.

Very nice, Abigail, he said, and walked to stand in front of me. His feet were bare. I noted he had changed out of his suit and into a pair of black jeans.

I closed my eyes again. Cleared my mind. Focused inwardly. Forced myself to remain still under his scrutiny.

He walked to the table, and I heard a drawer open. For a minute, I tried to remember everything in the drawers, but I stopped myself and once again forced my mind to quiet itself.

He came back to stand at my side. Something firm and leather trailed down my spine.

Riding crop.

Perfect posture, he said as the crop ran up my spine. I expect you to be in this position whenever I tell you to enter this room.

I felt relieved he was satisfied with my posture. I wanted so much to please him tonight. To show him I was ready for this. That we were ready. He had been so worried.

Of course, not a bit of worry or doubt could be discerned now. Not in his voice. Not in his stance. His demeanor in the playroom was utter and complete control and confidence.

He dragged the riding crop down my stomach and then back up. Teasing.

Damn. I loved the riding crop.

I kept my head down even though I wanted to see his face. To meet his eyes. But I knew the best gift I could give him was my absolute trust and obedience, so I kept my head down with my eyes focused on the floor.

Stand up.

I rose slowly to my feet, knowing I stood directly under the chains. Normally, he kept them up for storage, but they were lowered tonight.

Friday night through Sunday afternoon, your body is mine, he said. As we agreed, the kitchen table and library are still yours. There, and only there, are you to speak your mind. Respectfully, of course.

Both of his hands traced across my shoulders, down my arms. One hand slipped between my breasts and dropped to where I was wet and aching.

This, he said, rubbing my outer lips, is your responsibility. I want you waxed bare as often as possible. If I decide you have neglected this responsibility, you will be punished.

And again, we had agreed to this.

In addition, it is your responsibility to ensure your waxer does an acceptable job. I will allow no excuses. Is that understood?

I didnt say anything.

You may answer, he said. I heard the smile in his voice.

Yes, Master.

He slipped a finger between my folds and I felt his breath in my ear. I like you bare. His finger swirled around my clit. Slick and smooth. Nothing between your pussy and whatever I decide to do to it.

Fuck.

Then he moved behind me and cupped my ass. Have you been using your plug?