Pillar Ch. 03

"Yes, I'll take her on as a pupil. Will you come as a substitute attacker in some of the later classes? It's hard to get good practice without someone to throw around."

"If you can make her capable of doing it, I'll let her throw me around. Now, let me take what's left of her home. I'll drop her in a hot bath and give her a nice massage."

Ruth feebly struggled as he lifted her over his shoulder, but she stopped struggling when he slapped her ass and told her not to move. She fell asleep in the car and woke up naked and down to her shoulders in warm water.

"Ah, you're back. So how was your first experience of actual martial arts training?"

Ruth opened her mouth to say something but then she changed her mind and just let her head sink underneath the bubbles. That woman was worse than Tom, so much worse. By the time they got to the actual aikido part of the class she'd been exhausted, while her tormentor was hopping up and down, keeping limber. Just another day at the office.

She resurfaced and groaned, feeling wrung out.

"I don't think I'll even be capable of opening my office door tomorrow. I feel like I've been mangled, stretched and thrown around."

"Oh, you poor little girl. The beginning can be quite rough, but it gets easier to handle. Next week you have two private classes you know."

"What? No, I don't want to hear it."

She retreated underneath the surface, blowing bubbles all the way down. Tom poked her belly and suddenly she was back up, sputtering.

"Why'd you do that Tom?"

"You were being childish. I know you'll bitch about it now, but you'll thank me later. You're going for private dancing classes, belly dancing in particular."

"Belly dancing? I like that."

"I know. When you finish soaking I'm going to give you a massage and you get to choose a reward for all your hard work today. I think you've earned it, I loved every second of seeing you flailing around trying to floor a professional aikido master."

"Hey!"

"Shush, it was funny. Stay in here for now and soak, come find me when you've dried off and think about what you want in the meantime. There's a robe on the door."

"I don't need anything special, Tom."

"Anything that involves you is bound to be special, so you can ask for whatever it is that you want."

He left her to her thoughts and she smiled at his last words, no longer caring about her tired body.

***

After soaking in the deliciously hot water, she went out to find Tom. He took her into a room she hadn't been in before, she was curious and asked him what this room was for.

"This is the playroom honey, you'll get to know it a lot better in time."

He took her robe and guided her on to the massage table, it was heated and she sighed in pleasure.

She wriggled her body a little to get more comfortable and she groaned when he started kneading her thighs. Throughout the massage, she sank deeper and deeper into a luxuriously relaxed state. He enjoyed working on her supple body and the repertoire of little moans and noises Ruth could make was fun to play with.

She didn't struggle when he flipped her around and started flicking her pussy lips with his tongue. She stretched out her arms so she could run her hands through his hair and pull him closer to her. Her moans were different as she felt her need return, she tightened her fist into his hair and he steadily took her higher and higher. She had a wonderful orgasm that spread through her entire body like sunshine on an autumn day.

Tom carried her over to the bedroom and spooned her, he slid inside her and he kneaded her breast while he very gently teased her clit. He fucked her slowly, and they joined together in a rhythmic movement.

She turned her head so she could kiss Tom, her hand rustling his hair. Their legs entwined, moving together like one being they came together, pressing their body even closer together. Neither of them moved, they didn't make a sound. They didn't need to.

Ruth's last words before falling asleep were 'I am Yours, Sir.' His answering smile stayed on his lips as the warmth of the beautiful woman in his arms lulled him to sleep.

***

Nervous, Ruth straightened her dress as she stood waiting in front of Tom's door. She was early, so she could ring the doorbell at exactly the time he was expecting her. Still, she found it hard to wait outside with no underwear. A gentle breeze played between her legs, cooling her damp lips. She shivered and nipped her lip.

She hadn't come in four days now, not for lack of trying though. She diligently did all the exercises Tom set before her, with the significant difference that he hadn't given her permission to find release. Every time it had taken her longer to calm down than the last time, the need inside of her steadily fanned higher and higher.

She really hoped that their week together wouldn't be more of the same thing, she would have to get angry and she didn't feel comfortable with that. She looked down at her watch again and saw that it was time. She squeezed her legs together as she rang the bell, hoping that he wouldn't leave her hanging for too long.

Tom opened the door and pulled her mouth toward his, forcing her to stumble inside. The door shut behind her and she was pressed against it, trapped by his body towering over her. He forced her legs apart with his and trailed her soft inner thigh with his fingertips, looking for and finding no trace of underwear.

He pulled back and saw her simple desire for him to permit her what she wanted. Her rapid breathing stocked as his finger trailed between her pussy lips, after the cold breeze his touch felt like a warm balm. She moaned and spread her legs further, but he pulled back and stepped away from her. She opened her mouth to speak but he covered her mouth to keep her from uttering any words she might regret, it wasn't her place to make demands.

"I can see you dressed like I asked you to. Did you manage my other instructions as well?"

She had trouble understanding his words since he had come closer again and was kissing her throat, his hand travelling ever so slowly along her side. He took his hand off her mouth and slid it down, just edging past her breast.

"Yes."

He abruptly pulled back again and crossed his arms.

"You will address me with the proper respect."

"Oh. I didn't... I'm sorry Sir, I was distracted."

"And you will be even more distracted in the time to come. If this is going to be a problem, well, I think you remember how it feels to be draped over my lap. Now, just imagine what it would be like to experience that with no hope for release or some help from me. Is that something you want?"

She quickly shook her head, her ass vaguely tingling at the memory of her last spanking.

"No Sir, I will do my very best not to disappoint you."

"There's a good girl, let's just see if you can actually do it. Remove your dress, step away from it and neatly fold it."

Tom took her dress and left the room, leaving her standing there, unsure of what to do. She felt exposed, wearing nothing but heels. Her nipples hardened in the slightly cool air, one hand slid over her ass as she replayed how it felt to be spanked in her mind. Lost in her fantasy, she hadn't paid attention to her hand creeping forward to touch her eager pussy.

Tom quietly entered the room from a different door and stopped to watch his beautiful servant tease herself with a faraway look in her eyes. She had to be incredibly horny if all it took was a simple suggestion. He smiled as he walked up to her and grabbed her wrist in his hand.

"Now Ruth, what are you doing?"

Her eyelashes fluttered as she returned to reality, grimacing as she realized her mistake.

"I'm sorry Sir, it just happened. It's been hard to keep holding back."

"Since you're so set on doing whatever you want, I feel that I need to be very clear about what the consequences of disobeying will be. If you come before I tell you to, I will send you back home on the spot. Fail my test and there will be no others, no rewards. It would make me very sad if I lost my opportunity to play with you for an entire week, so do not fail. Do you understand, Ruth?"

"Yes, Sir."

He released her wrist and she quickly clamped her hands together. Tom took a light blue jar from his pocket and opened it, he dipped his finger into it and circled her stiff nipples with some cool cream.

"Sir, what is that?"

Tom shook his head as he put away the jar.

"Ruth, you forget your place again. You don't just ask a question without asking for permission in this situation. You know this. Turn around, take a step back, lean forward with your legs spread and your hands against the door. Push your ass towards me."

He ran his hands over her cheeks, softly kneading the firm flesh. He tapped it a couple of times, more for the sound than anything else. Each time he saw her muscles clench as she pushed back a little. He unzipped his pants and took out his rock hard cock, put it against her wet pussy and pushed in with remarkable ease.

He closed his eyes as the welcoming wet heat closed around him. He started slowly fucking her, never speeding up. His eyes closed as he enjoyed her insides, her inevitable moans as he started kneading her breasts as well. She pushed back against him, wanting more, needing release. He denied her and pushed her forward, trapping her against the door with his cock lodged deep inside of her. He pulled her hips back a little and kept up his agonizingly slow pace until finally stepping back.

"Ruth, you can clean me now."

Dazed, she knelt in front of him, taking him as deep as she could and then cleaning the rest with tongue. Assuming he wanted her to, she continued pleasing him but he stopped her.

"I didn't tell you to keep going. Stand up."

He twisted her nipples to draw her attention there, before handing her a shirt of his to wear. She noticed a strange itching tingle, it felt hot and prickly but also cool at the same time. She put on the shirt and followed Tom to the living room. Tom played some old jazz and poured two glasses of amandine. He offered her a glass, sat down in the sofa and invited her to sit next to him. Sipping their drinks, they sat together enjoying the crackling record and smooth heat of the drink.

Before long Tom slipped his hand inside her shirt and started playing with her overly sensitive nipples. She pressed her face into his side as she felt herself responding. She lost any notion of time while he played with her to the rhythm of the smooth music.

The record stopped and Tom got up, a content smile playing around his lips. He took out the blue jar and reapplied the cream to her nipples. Next he pushed her legs apart and trailed her pussy lips with the cream. Ruth moaned at his touch and bit her lip, trying not to cry in frustration.

"Good, you're all set. This will make you delightfully uncomfortable in a bit. Put your dress back on and freshen yourself up, we're going out to have dinner. I know a great Vietnamese place, lots of spicy food that'll make you feel even more hot and bothered."

"Yes, Sir."

She sighed as she set off to find her dress. Maybe she should just come in the bathroom so she could go home. This was torture, why would he do this to her?