Master Donovan's Lessons

Linea (as she was calling herself), mustered all of her self-confidence into the long strides she used to make her way to his desk once the admin assistant called her name. All of her self-confidence made a quick exit when steel gray eyes made contact with hers. Suddenly, drawing a simple breath was excruciating. Linea knew of Master Donovan through a friend of a friend of a very rich friend, but she knew nothing of his appearance until now. His black, not dark brown, hair shined in the sunlight dancing through the floor to ceiling window behind him. Not a hair dared be out of place. His complexion sported color, but not from sunbathing, but Linea concluded he spent time outdoors, especially with the way the deep black suit stretched across his shoulders. The crimson tie against the pristine white shirt exuded the confidence she no longer possessed. "Hello, I'm Linea," she extended her hand. Instantly she realized her mistake when she watched one black eyebrow raise. Swallowing the rock in her throat Linea went silent as his eyes perused her body. Master Donovan slowly rose from the mahogany leather chair, the squeaking of the leather rang in her ears. He casually walked behind her, and Linea resisted the urge to turn with him. Without ever touching her, she shivered from the electricity passing between them. His warm, but sweet breath tickled her neck. "I am always fascinated when women come to me asking for my training. They have no idea," he said. His voice a velvet rumble to her ears. "I do have an idea. I want to learn to be the best slave," Linea answered, but she was shocked when he tightly grasped her neck from behind. "You've already failed, and I've yet to accept you," he growled. "I simply made a statement. I did not ask for an answer. Slaves only answer when permitted to." "I'm sorry," her voice wavering. He squeezed tighter, the pressure making her light-headed. "What did I just say?" Linea remained silent, her resolve almost completely evaporated. Maybe she couldn't do this, and her heart sank from disappointment. He released the pressure on her neck and began to lightly caress underneath her copper-colored hair. "There. You are teachable." He returned to his chair sitting just as slowly as he rose, watching Linea's rigid body. "Now, I will ask you a question, and you will answer me." "Yes, Sir?" "Sir is sufficient for now. Why do you want to do this?" he asked folding his hands to his chin. She swallowed. "Sir, I've had this need to be, to be dominated, and it goes beyond that. I want to be bound at my master's mercy. I want to please him in any way I can. That will fill my need." "Why a slave? You can be a submissive, serve your master, but still retain independence. A slave is total, complete." When she hesitated, he nodded. "Answer." "I want to know what it's like to completely give up myself to my master's wants and needs. I think it will give me a peace I cannot get right now from anything else." "When a woman comes to me for training, it is not a weekend retreat of a little bondage fun and games. It is months of training that is difficult, mind f*****g, uncomfortable and painful. I never release a slave to a client until I'm satisfied she is perfect. Once you come to me, your life will never be the same. Is that what you want? Answer." Linea nodded. He place his hands on the desk. "When I allow you to answer, you will speak, not gesture." "Ye,,,yes sir," she said the words she had wanted to say for years. However deep inside, terror gripped her soul. His words "Your life will never be the same," reverberated in her mind.