You read the leaflet about how to train a

While Naomi is working for the hotel, you’ve been sat in the room. You feel a little guilty about the situation, so decide that despite how tired you are, you won’t go to sleep until she gets here. It’s only a couple of hours.

You wonder what work they made her do; she probably had to help out in the kitchen or change some beds, it can’t have been that bad.

Your mind flashes back to her blowing the cab driver and it makes you a little horny, you wish you could have a blowjob off her, but she’s going to be so tired and annoyed when she arrives.

As you empty your pockets, you notice the crumpled leaflet you were handed by airport security.

How to Train Your ****.

There’s not much else to do while you’re waiting, the TV here is boring, so you open the front page. There’s a few paragraphs about how it’s important for the **** to know their place and that’s why slaves have to wear collars here.

The next page has a few pages about posture and how as your property, the **** should be exposed to show you what you own. There are some pictures of girls posing in different kneeling and standing positions, and you think about how hot Naomi would look like that. It talks about how the positions aren’t just for that but for making your **** follow your orders, and remember rules.

The next page talks about having clear rules for your **** to follow, and ensuring they know what those rules are, and of course: the punishments for not following them.

The final page is about punishments. There’s a picture of a girl in the stocks being caned. It talks about how you mustn’t let a **** get away with disobedience, whether it’s a look, a refusal or hesitance to follow instructions, or talking back. It talks about different types of punishments: restraints, gags, sensory deprivation, and whipping/spanking/caning.

You put the leaflet away, thinking about whether you should try any of those things out with Naomi, though you wonder whether your relationship can cope with that. Maybe she’d break up with you the moment you get home if you do. You’ve already made her suck the cab driver off, so perhaps it’s past that point already.

You put your clothes away in the wardrobe, then notice another wardrobe and decide to take a look inside.

In there are a bunch of bondage toys: any kind of gag you can think of; chains; handcuffs; whips; floggers; canes and riding crops. You close it for now, wondering whether to use any of it to discipline Naomi later, and how she’s going to take to this **** business. She already wore the collar and leash, and sucked a guy off on your command. Maybe she likes it after all.