Taught To Obey

Looking down, Eden realized she was naked. “What the hell is going on?”

“Training,” Mixer’s voice rumbled through her mind. She turned and saw him standing beside her. He was naked from the waist up, his broad torso all smooth muscle and black curling hair.

“What… what sort of training? And why aren’t I wearing any clothes?”

Solving the problem even as she asked the question, Eden reached for a nearby tapestry, tugged it off the wall and wrapped it around herself.

“You don’t need clothes,” Mixer said simply. “But don’t worry. I don’t intend to ravage you. This is obedience training. In this simulation, you’ll learn how to do as you are told when you’re told.”

Eden didn’t think so.

“We will start with a few positions,” he said. “On your knees.”

“You have got to be kidding… hey!”

Mixer crossed the space between them, pulled the tapestry away from her with a rough tug and tossed it away. “On your knees, wench.”

“Sheesh,” Eden grumbled. “Role play might be your thing, but it’s not mine.”

It was inevitable that he would swat her, and he did. He took a very firm hold of her arm, swung her around and smacked her toward the bed until she climbed up on it in an attempt to escape the stinging blows.

“Disobedience earns punishment,” Mixed growled. “Obedience earns reward. You’re half kneeling now anyway. Want to see what happens when you do what you’re asked?”

She was curious, and he was right. She was kneeling really, all she had to do was sit back against her haunches, which she did.

He smiled. To her surprise, he looked very handsome when he smiled. Rakish, almost. “Good girl,” he praised.

She was about to ask what her reward would be when he wrapped his hand softly around the back of her thigh and drew it up toward her bottom. His long fingers teased up the inside of her leg, drawing closer to the apex of her thighs where her quivering pussy was anticipating his touch.

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