Chapter 16: Housebroken
I had been corresponding with Amy for months. She had found my site, and it had taken a while before I flipped her from curious to committed.
I should tell you, I train submissives for a living, and a very good living it is. I have a reputation for quality and efficiency---it doesn't take long before I can hook up the highest bidder with one of my girls. The client's happy, the girl's happy, and my bank account's happy too.
Getting back to Amy, she was perfect. Her parents were dead (hey, I hate to be cold about it but it's one less complication), she'd been divorced for years, and she hated her job. She was pretty if a little chubby, and I knew just how to fix that.
She followed all my rules, put her stuff in storage, quit her job and showed up at my door. She was of average height, had big brown eyes and brown hair, and a great smile.
"You know what you've got to do, bitch," I growled, getting her prepared for what was to come. She looked a little nervous but stripped right down to nothing. Her tits were good, not huge, but that would be fixed too, the rest of her smooth and hairless. "Very nice," I said. "Let me show you to the room."
The training room is very simple. There's a wall-mounted flat-screen TV, which stays on all day and night for instructional videos, a pad on the floor, a toilet, sink and shower. Spartan but adequate. Some hooks on the wall if it becomes necessary, although I don't think torture is the way to go. My submissives choose their program and are usually very willing to do whatever is required to please me. I monitor them on a closed circuit TV, taping their training. The tapes go with them to their new owner, kind of like a baby book.
"Okay, here's the deal. You'll be watching some videos of our offerings. You can decide what program you want to enroll in. Any questions?"
Amy shook her head. She was looking a little lost, but I had every hope she would enjoy herself soon.
I locked her in the room. I watched her sit cross-legged on the mattress.I popped in the tape. Amy was about to be entertained by the Alternate Kennel Club, the Garden Girls and Satan's Satins. If she didn't like what she saw, I was ready to pull out the promos from the other groups.
Amy sat goggle-eyed through the program. I saw her grab her clit early on and watched her cum too many times to count. A very good sign. What she saw turned her on, and I had a pretty good idea which plan she'd pick. Just to be on the safe side, I repeated the whole show again.
When it was over, I entered her room. "Well, bitch?" I asked.