Prologue
TALIA WALKED into the Chamber of Submission, nervous butterflies fluttering in her belly. The master was there, reclining on a divan, one arm spread across the back and one on his knee, holding a steaming mug. His hood cast his face into shadow.
“Master Aurelian…” Talia moved to stand in front of him, placing one foot in front of the other. Her arms were crossed, pushing her breasts up.
The master took a sip of tea but did not acknowledge her presence.
Talia swallowed nervously, and tried again. “Master Aurelian, I feel I am not learning as quickly as the other novices. I was hoping perhaps I might persuade you to give me some…extra lessons?” She cast her gaze to the floor and lowered her head.
Talia, of course, believed nothing of the sort. She was a natural and knew she was a natural. She was leaps and bounds ahead of the other girls in the program. The truth was, she loved every experience she could get. She lived for them, obsessed about them. Master Aurelian was supposed to be among the best. The girls who had just finished training with him shivered when they talked about him. Talia was due to learn from him very soon, but she simply couldn’t wait. She was too excited.
He said nothing, and she waited, trying to remain perfectly still. Finally he stood and set his tea down on the table. “Wrists,” he said curtly. Talia’s butterflies increased as she offered her wrists to him. He swiftly cuffed her, grabbed the chain connecting the cuffs, and pulled her towards a play area. Looping a hanging cable through the chain, he pulled until Talia’s arms were above her head.
Talia closed her eyes as she fell into a sense of surrender.Here it is. This was the drug she craved, the experience better than anything else. If the rest of the world was black and white, here was full, glorious colour.
The master unclipped her brassiere top and let her breasts fall free. He stood directly behind her, his breath warm on the back of her neck. She shivered deliciously. He put his hands on her hips and ran them over her taut belly and upwards to cup her breasts from below. Talia gasped as he tweaked her nipples, and then glided his hands down to the girdle encircling her hips. With an easy movement, he released the clasp, and the silken garment slid to the floor. Talia was completely naked, exposed and helpless before the master. She let out a contented sigh. There was nothing in the world to compare to this.
His hands were everywhere—brushing at her nipples, encircling her throat, tracing her jawline, dipping down to cup her mons, grazing the inside of her thighs as she parted her legs for him. Wetness pooled in her pussy. The master pressed into her from behind, and the stiffness of his cock pressed against her ass. One of his arms encircled her stomach, holding her tight to him, while his other hand found her swelling clit and worked it between his fingers.
Talia moaned.Yes, Master. Take me. Make me yours.
Then suddenly, his hands were gone, as was the pressure. Even as she wondered what this meant, she heard thesmack, and fire blazed in her right ass cheek. A moment later, a secondsmackand matching fire on the other side. Talia drew in a surprised breath then let the sting recede to a pleasant heat as the whole lower half of her body came fully alive. “Yes, Master,” she whispered, with an excited shudder. “That’s the lesson I need. Punish me however you please.”
Suddenly he was in front of her, his hood down. “Alas, Talia,” he said, “you need a completely different lesson.”
“You’re not Master Aurelian!” she cried, just before he jabbed the tip of the shockrod beneath her ear. “No, I’m not, Talia dear,” the man murmured. “My poor girl. Such a waste. But we can’t leave loose ends, can we?” Her body slumped, dead, still suspended from the cable.
