Positioning the next lesson

Bill could barely hold the chuckle as he could see a familiar look of Paul’s anger behind Vyki’s eyes, “get as angry as you want at me, but you and I both know that is a lesson you need to learn, and it's more important than anything else you might pick up today.”

Vyki tried holding back her fuming nature as she tried to figure out what he really had planned for today.

“Now that we have the heavy important stuff out of the way, are you ready to get to the rest of your training for your Mistress, girl?”

Vyki took a deep breath as she closed her eyes and shook at her body as she reminded herself it was just a role to play for Mistress Molly and show her that it was entirely doable. All the warnings were just silly as she wasn’t about to do this for anyone other than Molly anyway. Breathing out, she looked up at Sir Bill and smiled defiantly, “I’m ready, Sir Bill.”

Bill himself smiled as he looked down at her almost smug face replacing the fear she felt before. “Well, that first lesson was just the difficult one you need to know to keep yourself safe. Now we need to start with your first real aspect of submission and how you present yourself.”

Vyki was almost tired of hearing him ramble on but just nodded her head patiently hoping he got to the point soon.

“As a submissive, the first thing anyone judges about you is your appearance. Now, while most vein girls like yourself think that it's all about hair, makeup, and attire, those are all flexible. What shows everyone with just a subtle glance is your poise and form.”

Vyki tried not to fall for his baiting insult but pursed her lips as he rambled on.

“When a submissive is at her best, even someone not in the scene can instinctively tell she is there to serve others. Now, I doubt you would ever be able to truly get that chip off your shoulder and do these correctly, but we’re going to run you through the positions until you can hit every single one of them on demand. Is that clear, girl?”

Vyki had a hard time not rolling her eyes at this. She knew Sir Bill was a bit of a traditionalist, but Paul was never much for high formal. While he liked the view of positions, it seemed a bit antiquated to him. Regardless, Vyki knew what he was after, “yes, that is clear, Sir Bill.”

“Good girl,” Bill said with a brief <BUZZ> as he continued, “your initial position is almost to the standard Present, so let's see if you can get it right. Stay kneeling but spread your knees out past your shoulders, palms up with your fingertips on her thighs.”

Vyki moved her knees out a bit further and watched her hands press down on her fluffed-up skirt as she relaxed her arms out in front of her. Before she could even say anything else, Sir Bill jumped in.

“Good, now keep your head down but more ensure it is facing directly ahead looking at the floor in between your knees, gently close your eyes and sit quietly waiting.”

Vyki shifted her head slightly, dropped her head a little and closed her eyes, and responded, “yes, Sir Bill.” <zap>

“I said to sit quietly and wait.” Bill critiqued, “try again.”

Vyki pursed her lips at the jolt but shook her shoulders out and redid her position. This time she sat quietly with her eyes closed waiting for more.

And waited.

And waited.

She was sure Sir Bill was testing her, but she was beginning to get concerned but continued the waiting.

Bill could see her breath increasing indicating her anxiety. As he saw her legs shifting, he saw her jaw begin to grind.

As it looked like she might actually break, he finally gave her a reprieve. “Good girl,” <BUZZ> “now let's try the next position. Place one hand over the other in front of you, keep your legs spread and stretch forward as far as you can aiming to get your forehead on the floor. Swing your hands and arms up as far as you can in front of you.”

Vyki put her hands together and stretched out in front of her. This seemed reminiscent of one of her yoga stretches and could see her hands nearly reach Sir Bill’s boots before she bowed her head and lightly touched her nose to the floor before leaning back up a little bit.

“This is a worship pose to show your reverence and gratitude to your Mistress,” Bill instructed.

As he said that, a vision of Molly’s nude form bowing down before Paul flashed in Vyki’s mind mirroring her current pose and Vyki could feel a rush of arousal run through her.

“Now sit back up straight but put your hands interlocked behind your head with your elbows out,” Bill continued.

Near panting as she sat up and moved her hands behind her head. She began to pull her legs in for comfort but received a <zap>.

“Keep your knees spread girl.” Bill critiqued.

Vyki immediately pushed her thighs out, “yes, Sir Bill.”

“This is your collaring position to accept your Mistress’s bond,” Bill explained. “Keep that body and arm position, but stand up, legs apart.”

Vyki looked at him frustrated, but then moved one heeled foot in front of her. Then slowly stood up trying to balance herself on her back toes and high heel, stumbling slightly as she got both feet under her, momentarily breaking her fingers interlace before regaining her balance. However, she fixed her poise and then positioned her heels just outside her shoulder width.

“Good recovery girl.” Bill complemented with a <BUZZ> “This is for inspection.” Images of Molly standing naked before Paul with her body on full display for him as he circled around her flashed through Vyki’s mind as her heart began racing faster recalling Molly making herself available for Paul’s hungry eyes. “Do you think you can hold this pose and name each one of these positions in order?”

Vyki ran through them in her head and then nodded, tentatively responding, “yes, Sir Bill, I can name them.”

“Then tell me,” Bill said.

“Present, <buzz> uh...,” Vyki responded but broke her concentration not expecting the vibration but kept going. “Worship, <buzz> um.... collaring, <BUZZ> mmm...” Vyki had to pant a bit but continued, “inspection.”

“Good girl,” <BUZZ> Bill said before continuing, “now move your arms down behind the small of your back.”

Vyki did as instructed.

“This is your Wait position,” Bill kept it going, “now stand with your feet together, arms down at your side, back straight and looking straight ahead.”

Vyki did as instructed but had to fight with her fluffed out skirt a few times before looking straight ahead.

“Now you are standing at Attention,” Bill instructs, “now move forward and stand about two feet from the wall.”

Vyki was a little surprised by the change in direction, but she slowly walked towards and stopped short of it as she felt a rewarding <buzz>.

“Now, place one hand flat on the wall above your head and put the other hand flat on top of it,” Bill instructed and waited for Vyki to do that. “Spread your feet shoulder with apart,” he continued and waited. “With this form there is now a key form with this pose,” Bill said as he approached her.

Placing one hand on her shoulders, he held them down while he pushed her hip back to ensure her hips were above her ankles. He then moved her hands up the wall until her back formed a straight line with her arms.

Reaching down with both hands he holds her hip firmly in place. “It’s important you keep your hips directly above your ankles.” He then ran his hands up her back, “keep your back in a straight line all the way up your arm to your palms flat on the wall.” Bill followed his fingertips up to her hand before he pressed her hands firmly onto the wall.

Vyki could feel an electric sensation run along her skin following his fingertips and following him with her eyes.

Bill continued to follow back down her arms and moved the other hand slowly up to her waist. “It's imperative you keep this form with this pose, called Wall, for your safety.”

As Sir Bill’s hands passed back down her shoulder passed her vision, she turned her head to follow his face to listen to him as she felt his hand trace over firmly holding her body in place. As she felt his hand lose contact with her dress and pressed her skirts down into her body, at which point Sir Bill’s powerful eyes locked onto hers.

“Do you understand the importance to maintain this form, girl?” Bill asked.

Feeling suddenly meek under his gaze, Vyki nodded and quietly said, “yes, Sir Bill.”

Bill then smirked briefly before resuming his stoic gaze and said, “but do you understand why it's so imperative?”

Vyki was slightly unnerved by Sir Bill’s tone as it sent a shiver up her spine. She only had a moment to look at him quizzically before her body was flooded with sensations.

First, her entire world shifts upward as Sir Bill’s powerful strike drove his palm deep into flesh of padded bottom before lifting her body upward as the **** ran up her body. There was an accompanying audible smack that her brain barely perceived before a heavy vibration against her trapped rod sent electrical joy through her body. The sensations all collided in her mind at once briefly overwhelming it euphorically that she didn’t even notice Sir Bill move in closer to her.

Bill couldn’t help but relish in the rush from a new submissive flooded with lust from his touch. “it’s imperative you brace appropriately to receive your punishment safely, girl.”

Vyki could only pant as the heat from his smack spread further through her ass, trapped by his palm still gasping her cheek. Her cognitive brain could only barely focus on Sir Bill’s question and found comfort in the objective fact of his statement rather than acknowledge the rising heat of her body. Breathlessly she replied, “yes, Sir Bill. Brace myself.” Vyki then risked a glance at his eyes, but quickly turned to face the wall as the intensity of his stare being that close to her drove her mind to threaten buckle her knees.

As it was, she had a hard time holding her composure when she heard him whispering next to her ear, “and sometimes, punishment can be pleasurable.” And her knee buckled briefly as his hand landed on her ass again and her weight shifted somewhat to his grasp before she reestablished her form and heard him whisper, “doesn’t it, girl?”

“Yes, Sir Bill, punishment is pleasure,” Vyki automatically responded drawing on decades of Paul’s play from memory and shocking herself deeply. She gasped and looked at Sir Bill with utter fear of him witnessing her saying that and them both knowing where it's from. A chill ran deep into Vyki’s core as her eyes were finally able to focus on the grin plastered on Sir Bill’s face.