Blinding white light surrounds her everywhere. Amber tries to steady herself in this shroud of light, unsure of her surroundings. As the light slowly recedes, she begins to make out details. White, marble flooring. Glass railings. She can’t make out walls or a ceiling beyond the bright haze.

Amber is wearing a crimson, sequined gown with six-inch stilettos to match. Her wrists are adorned with triple-row diamond bracelets, sparkling from the light around her. She reaches up to feel a matching choker snug around her neck, then continues up to her face, where she is wearing a crimson, lace masquerade eye mask. Amber does not recognize any of these items. Amber does not know where she is or how she got here, but she feels she belongs. In the distance, Amber notices what appears to be an escalator going down. As she walks toward the escalator, she can hear the echo of her heels clicking on the marble, sounding like she were in a large cavern. She was not eager her footsteps. Something was drawing her there. As she moves closer, the ever-present light dissipates below, revealing…

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

“Fuck,” Amber groans as she reaches over to silence the alarm on her phone. She closes her eyes, trying to burn every detail into her memory of her dream. It’s the third time in a month that she’s had this dream and woken to remember it. It had been the most fantastic dream she could ever recall having.

Amber raises herself to a sitting position on the side of the bed, the covers revealing her naked form as she places her feet on the floor. Five o’clock. Time to get to it. She kneels next to the bed, in front of the mirror, in the position of Nadu; knees spread aside, back straight, chest out, and head held up, just like Master trained her. Her eyes look down out of respect to Master, and her hands are placed palms-up on her thighs. Now in position, she takes a deep breath slowly, then recites her daily mantra:

“Master is my life, my love, and my Owner.

I obey, love, and cherish Him.

I am sensuality, pleasure, love, and devotion in service of all forms.

I will show Him each day my love of service to Him.

I will let go of all inhibition and give myself to Him completely.

I am Master’s treasure and will take good care of His possession in all ways.

He is Master, I am kajira.”

Once she utters the last word, she opens her eyes to see her reflection in the mirror. It was a far different reflection that stared back at her six months ago…

“You belong to me. We are going to do beautiful things together,” Peter said.

Amber stared blankly as his words reverberated through her, then began to sob uncontrollably.

“Shh,” Peter softly whispered as he gathered her up into his arms, holding her tight. “Shh, you’re okay. Everything is okay. I have you. You are safe.” He reassured her as his hand brushed her head.

She continued to sob, her body shaking uncontrollably, but his embrace felt comforting. She could not recall feeling like this ever before. She was exhausted, weak, and with no control over her emotions. Peter picked her up and carried her to the bed, placing her on its edge.

“Let’s get you into the shower. A nice hot shower is what you need right now,” Peter said as he began to undress her. “A shower, some food, and water. Yes, where is the water?” Peter looked to discover the complimentary water bottles on the dresser and moved to retrieve one. “Here, drink this,” he said, holding the bottle to her lips.

Amber took a sip of the water, then handed it back.

“No, drink it all. You don’t realize how dehydrated you are after that scene. You will maintain hydration at all times.” Peter said sharply, returning the bottle to her lips.

Amber gulped the water down till the bottle was empty. Peter finished undressing her, then led her into the bathroom, where he started the shower. As they waited for the water to warm, Amber stood in front of the mirror, seeing the visual representation of the mess she felt she was at this time. Peter stood behind her, softly brushing her hair.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear as he stared at her reflection, “Tonight is just the beginning of the magic we will share. I will show you the world you’ve been seeking.”

Peter undressed, then guided Amber into the shower. She felt a little more at peace as she stepped under the warm spray. A shower at all times helped calm her mind, and now that she was in this state, her thoughts began to organize.

“I know we discussed CNC, but I wasn’t expecting that,” she stated.

“Which is why I thought it was the perfect opportunity. Most of the excitement from that fantasy is the surprise element.” Peter replied as he began to wash her back.

“What if I had used my safewords?” Amber asked.

“If you had used ‘Red’ I would have stopped immediately. ‘Yellow’ I would have stopped to check what was uncomfortable for you and adapted. ‘Green’ well…I may have gone harder. Your safety will always be my highest priority. Did you want to use your safewords?”

“No. I…wanted you.” she began to sob softly.

“I know,” Peter said as he continued to wash her body, then helped her rinse off.

After showering and toweling off, Peter guided Amber to the bed and tucked her in. She continued to weep softly as she curled up under the covers. Peter climbed next to her, petting her softly.

“Shh. Rest your mind. You are safe. You are unharmed. Rest.” Peter whispered.

Amber fell fast into a deep sleep. She recalls hearing his voice calling for room service. At some point, Peter woke her to eat. It was a three-egg omelet, some fresh fruit, and orange juice. Amber felt like she was in a fog, but she was famished, so she ate. Peter would occasionally ask if she was okay or how she was feeling. Other than that, they didn’t talk much. Amber fell back to sleep shortly after their meal, Peter stroking her hair beside her. Feeling his body beside her made her feel safer and more secure, and she slept soundly.

Peter was accurate when he said that night was just the beginning of the magic they would distribute. From that night onward, she belonged to him and began training to serve him. Peter lived in a three-bedroom condominium where one room was dedicated entirely to BDSM equipment. His condo would be the location for her training, consisting of studying positions expected of her to assume at a given command. Protocols she would be required to follow. He provided an exercise routine custom-tailored to his wishes. There would be sessions where she would be bound, her limits tested, and lots of sex.

“Good morning, Master,” Amber speaks into the phone as she walks toward her building.

“Good morning, my kajira,” is the response from Peter on the other end. “Did you sleep well? Did you complete your morning routine?”

“Yes, Master. I said my mantra immediately upon waking, then exercised. Master, could you send me next week’s gym routine? I like knowing what is planned.”

“I will send it to you as soon as I’m in the office. Does that work?”

“Yes, thank you, Master,” Amber replies.

“How are the squats going?” Peter asks.

“I’m getting better, Master. I completed all the sets without any extended breaks this morning.” she is excited to tell him about her positive progress.

“That’s excellent. We’ll be testing that tonight.” Peter responds, “I have ‘Riding Practice’ planned for this evening.”

“Master, I have to go now. I’m entering my building. I hope you have a great day, and I can’t wait to see you Tonight.”

“Yes, of course. I wish the same for you. See you later.” Peter said before hanging up.

As Amber entered her building, her heart sank, worrying about the evening’s plans. She worried that she would fail to keep up again. Peter could fuck like a machine. Physically, he had little, if any, body fat. He was powerful, strong, and in total control always. Peter followed a strict exercise regimen and constantly pushed himself to be at peak physical performance. Combining this robust frame he had formed of himself and adding his sexual prowess, you had a recipe for a woman’s orgasmic bliss. Every session left Amber feeling exhausted and thoroughly fucked. Yet, she couldn’t get enough of his cock, or the way he could pound it into her until she nearly passed out from cumming too much. The sex was fantastic for her, but Amber at all times worried about her performance compared to his. No matter how hard Amber tried, she at all times felt that she disappointed him when, for example, he wanted her to ride him, but she just couldn’t keep up with the pace. Or the positions he would twist her in would put pressure on her hips, back, or legs that Amber couldn’t hold for long. Peter was on a whole other level regarding sex, which she could only aspire to achieve. Peter added ‘Riding Practice’ to the training schedule shortly after one of these episodes.

Amber remembered one session about three months into their relationship. Peter had her blindfolded with noise-canceling headphones on. Her hands were cuffed together, with a rope anchored from the ceiling connected to the cuffs. She wore her body harness and was displayed in a squatting position. Another rope was attached to the harness, routed through a pulley on the ceiling. At times, Peter would secure this so that Amber could rest her legs from holding her weight in this awkward position. This hypnotic EDM played on the headset…a slow, steady rhythm, the words “pump it” mixed in. It was the same music Peter would have her listen to when specific exercises, including squats.

Amber had been like this for maybe 30 minutes. Maybe an hour. She wasn’t sure. The entirety of the time Amber was hung, Peter had been using numerous toys and devices to tease or torture her. Peter told her that she would not be released till she made him cum. Amber would be allowed to cum as many times as efficient, but he would not alter anything to make her come. So, she would go from squatting on him, bouncing up and down, trying to get him off. Amber could feel the pull on her harness guiding her, knowing that Peter was pulling on the rope, trying to assist her. When she paused from the strain, Peter would get out from underneath her, anchor the tether, then proceed to tease or torture. Sometimes it was a crop to her thighs, ass, and cunt. Occasionally, the wand would be turned on high and pressed tightly to her cunt. But he never left it there long enough for her to cum. She’d be a shaking, quivering mess when he pulled it away, begging to cum. Peter would follow this with a slap to her breasts, ass, and cunt, the pain shooting throughout her body.

“Thank you, Master!” Amber would yell, barely hearing her voice from inside her head.

She could feel Peter slip underneath her again and guide her onto his erect cock. Amber was sopping wet by this time, and she was accustomed to his length and girth. Even with all the strain and pain in her legs, it felt incredible when his cock filled her. She resumed bouncing and grinding on his cock, trying to milk his cum out.

“Cum for me, Master,” she’d shout, trying her best to make her moans sound sexy to him, but this proved difficult without the ability to hear them herself. “Please fill me with your come!”

She knew she would hear no reply. Without the visual or audible feedback, all she could do was focus intensely on blocking out the pain in her hip, thighs, and ass, and her cunt engulfing and squeezing his cock. Riding and grinding, she kept at it until a sudden cramp in her calf muscle shot through her, and she kicked her leg out and fell. All her weight was anchored on her writs and resting on Peter.

“Owww…Cramp!” Amber yelled.

Peter slid from underneath her, pulled her up by the tether on her harness, then anchored it. He removed the headphones and blindfold, then began releasing the ropes.

“Master, I can do this. Please, I just need a few minutes.” Amber panted.

“I won’t risk any injury to you. We are finished for today.” Peter said flatly.

Once free, Amber immediately assumed the ‘Humble’ position; on her knees, her forehead on the floor, her arms outstretched in front of her head, and her hands crossed.

“Master, this girl is ready to serve,” she begged, “Please let me make you cum with my holes.”

“That won’t be necessary. You may recover and relax.” Peter responded.

Once Amber stood, he leaned into her and kissed her cheek.

“I’m going to hit the gym real quick. What time are the reservations?” Peter asked.

“Six o’clock, Master,” Amber replied meekly.

“Very well. See you in a bit.”

He left without another word. Amber felt crushed. She felt like a failure for not maintaining the training exercise and not being able to make him cum. Even though he hadn’t said it, and probably never will, Amber knew that she had disappointed him. Exhausted and defeated, Amber went into the bathroom to shower, where she cried for nearly an hour.

After that experience, ‘Riding Practice’ became one of her more feared training sessions. Tonight was gonna be tough.