Gina's Education (11 page)

Gina was sure she had just been drugged – or worse, poisoned. On a daily basis it would sink in more clearly that she was now at the mercy of the woman whose life she had destroyed. Right now, though, she was convinced that this same woman would kill her.

When the examination was done, Rose took the girl to Drew for more video clips of her. This time he wanted to suspend her from the ceiling, bound and gagged. “I think her boobs need to be bound as well as clamped, he said with an evil grin. Rose smiled and nodded. “Maybe I’ll run the rope between her lips, across her clit, and hang her from the ceiling,” his voice trailed off as though he was deciding. He knew exactly what he was going to do with her, but he was playing with her mind while he attached the wrist and ankle braces.

Rose had already been given that treatment. The rope felt like it was cutting her in two, and the pain of that and the bound breasts was excruciating. Drew placed the screw clamps on Gina’s nipples while Rose watched and remembered. She smiled at the memory. Even though it hurt like hell, no actual harm was ever done. It was one of the most satisfying sessions she’d ever had; in part knowing she could take that pain and rise above it. “I’ll leave her in your capable hands, Drew.”

*****

After her session with Drew, Rose took Gina to the kitchen for a meal. She seemed too tired to be much trouble at the moment. For that matter, she was almost too tired to eat, but obeyed when instructed to do so.

It was time to take her back to the basement and teach her more of her new job. Rose was watching for any response from Gina to decide where to begin. She looked most horrified at the balance beam, but Rose decided that would be used for punishment. Right now she looked for something a little less strenuous to begin.

“You will work in these rooms; which one will depend on the guest’s appetites.” This remark brought out the response she was looking for, and she realized it didn’t matter where she began. She would be experiencing each of the rooms in turn. “We’ll begin in here,” she stated.

Gina looked around the room in absolute horror. The far wall was covered with racks of rods and whips, coils of rope, spanking paddles… more than she could take in and her knees were failing her.

Rose noticed the reaction and instructed her to face the St. Andrew’s cross. Gina froze in place. Rose took a rod from its place on the wall and snapped it smartly across the girl’s calves, exacting a shriek from her sore throat, but she moved into place immediately.

As she attached the cuffs to her ankles and wrists, Rose spoke so softly that the girl had to strain to hear her. “I will give you instructions once. You will obey immediately.”

She continued to speak in the same tone, explaining what some of the guests were likely to want of her, all the while rhythmically applying the rod to girl’s back and buttocks. It was unclear how much the girl actually heard, but Rose was not speaking entirely for her benefit. She was keeping herself calm and paced by using this instructional tone. She knew if she gave any real thought to whom she applied the rod to, she had a fair chance of losing control. Control is the key.

When she finished, the girl was in an altered state, enjoying the effect of her endorphins. “Now for your reward,” Rose smirked as she attached a vibrator between her legs and set the timer to run it every ten minutes. She left the girl hanging there for about 20 minutes. When she came back to take her down, the girl was moaning softly, soaked in sweat and orgasms.

Rose took the girl to the bathroom off the kitchen, the red stripes on her backside again alarming the kitchen staff. They were sure to be on their toes whenever Mistress Rose was around!

She put the girl in the shower and told her to wash. It appeared that if she didn’t give her the instruction, Gina wouldn’t move. As it was, it took great effort to move the soap around on her skin. Rose realized she should not leave her alone right now. She turned off the water and wrapped the girl in a towel and another around her hair. She took her out to the terrace and instructed the kitchen staff to bring her some chicken soup.

When she finished her soup, Rose took the girl back downstairs. She put a blanket in the bottom of the cage and allowed her to keep the towel. When she turned around, she saw Robert come out of one of the rooms, watching her. They went up the stairs together and into his study.

“Well, my dear, how do you think the day went?”

“I won’t really know until she is rested. Once she is refreshed, we’ll see if she still wants to defy me or to please me. This afternoon, she leaned toward pleasing me – to survive.”

Robert could not be more satisfied with the way Rose handled the session. She balanced kindness and punishment, and if things progressed as well the next day, Gina would be ready to work in no time. 

Chapter 10

Robert reminded Rose, “We are expected at Drew and Madeline’s tonight for dinner.”

“I remember. I thought I would wear the royal blue with the spaghetti straps.”

Rose was stumped for a long time about what to get Master Robert for his 40th birthday. She wanted something special, but what do you get for a man who has everything and is rich enough to buy almost anything?

She finally thought of something he didn’t have. No one really needs one, but she found a vintage sterling silver whiskey flask made around the turn of the last century. On the face of it was a raised image of Neptune’s wife, a stunning nude resting on waves in relief. It seemed the perfect gift with his love for the sea and for women. On the back, she’d had his monogram and her own sentiment engraved.

They arrived at Drew and Madeline’s just before 7:00 pm. Drew came to the door saying, “Sorry, old man. Change of plans – we are taking you out tonight. Maddy didn’t feel up to cooking today.”

“Is she alright? We can just make it another time.”

“No, Rob, she got a nap earlier and she feels fine, now. Just tired I think.”

When they got to the restaurant, Robert was actually surprised! No one really thought they would pull it off. He turned to Rose and asked, “Did you know about this?”

Madeline answered, “Of course she did. How do you think I got the guest list?”

He was so shocked that everyone laughed. “No one has ever gotten something past me before!”

While the men talked, Madeline pulled Rose aside. She had liked Rose the minute she met her. She touched the choker around Rose’s neck and said, “Drew told me Robert collared you! Congratulations!”

Rose was confused. “Thank you. Why did you congratulate me?”

“Rose! Don’t you know what it means to be collared? Robert has never collared a sub before. Robert considers you ‘his.’ Drew tells me he treats you differently than any other, too.”

“He did give me this beautiful choker.” She still looked like she didn’t understand.

Madeline asked, “Didn’t you notice the padlock? You can’t take it off, can you?”

“Well, he gave me a key.”

“What color is the key?”

“Silver – like any key.’

“Rose, that key is probably for your slave. Isn’t her collar silver?”

Rose puzzled this over and asked, “If he never collared anyone before, and he did it to both of us in one night, how does that make me special?”

Madeline just laughed and hugged her. “You just are, Rose. Have you been put in the lineup to service any other men?” When Rose shook her head, Madeline hugged her again and said, “See, you are special to him! You belong to him, now, and he is your protector.”

Rose hugged her friend back. The last words had a ring of truth that got her thinking.

They had a wonderful evening visiting with all the guests. Robert got a lot of silly “old age” joke gifts. After he opened the last of the gifts, Rose she took hers from her purse.

“What’s this? I thought I’d finished opening gifts.”

Rose just smiled. When he opened the gift, he just looked at it for a minute and her heart was in her throat. Did he not like it?

In a choked voice he read the inscription on the back, showing everyone the beautiful Art Nouveau relief on the front; “To my Master, with my love and gratitude, Mistress Rose.”

He wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you, my dear.” He had that wonderful look on his face again that told her exactly how he felt. “I will cherish this, one antique to another.” The guests roared at his joke.

She just basked in his smile.

*****

When Rose finished with the girl and bedded her down, Robert was in the screen porch with several city officials and politicians. They had the fireplace going and were smoking cigars and drinking brandy, so she went up to her room.

After a long shower, she realized how hard she had been working and what a strain it had put on her. She was too tired to do anything but limp into that beautiful bed. She smiled to herself as she stretched out in the cool satiny sheets, thankful that Robert had seen potential in her. She knew her fate could easily have been the same as the other girls who worked in the mansion – just a commodity for the type of men drinking in the lounge right now. By the end of the evening, several girls will entertain those very men in the rooms below.

She came down in the morning later than usual. She slept in for the first time in a long time and Robert was already at his desk.

“Come in, my dear. I have something to show you.” The cabinet opposite his desk was open and inside were the monitors to the rooms below. He indicated the one focused on the cage. “I have been observing her since she woke.” He glanced at his watch and grinned, “It would seem you two ladies wore each other out yesterday.”

Rose smiled at him, thinking how handsome he was. His natural grin has a charming effect on his face. She turned to the monitor and watched for a moment, quickly realizing what he wanted her to see. The girl in the cage was talking to herself, and while they couldn’t hear the words, the expression on her face gave away the intent with no chance of misinterpretation.

“It’s going to be another rough day, isn’t it?”

Robert nodded, and indicated the remote in his hand. “Do you want this, or do you want me to have your back?”

“I may need your help,” she admitted. Even if she didn’t need him there physically, she knew she might lose her temper with the girl after seeing the hatred and plotting on her face. On an impulse driven by her true emotions, she wrapped her arms around him and whispered, “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for everything you have done for me!”

The move delighted Robert and he returned her embrace, sliding his hand down the back of her hair. He inhaled the fragrance of her shampoo before he released her. “Alright, my dear, let’s see what the little minx has in store today!”

*****

Gina slept soundly and though still sore, she was rested and ready to take back her life. She had no way of knowing how often Rose had these very same feelings when she had stolen her life from her. All she focused on – all she ever focused on – was her own situation and how to improve it. Today was no different.

As they opened the door, they could hear some of her mutterings. “I’m going to report them to the police and have their sorry asses thrown in jail for this!” She followed the thought with a stream of expletives, and then she heard the footsteps on the stairs so she lay down quietly, pretending to be asleep.

Rose approached the cage; Robert had remained upstairs after hearing the intent and signaled to a staff member. While he gave instructions to hide the phones, Rose asked, “Are you ready to get out?”

It was a direct question and Gina knew she’d better answer. She also knew how she had to answer and it galled her. She stalled by pretending to be waking, and finally forced the words between tight lips, “Yes, Mistress Rose.”

Rose opened the cage and the girl got out and stood. Rose pushed the back of the girl’s knees with her foot, knocking her to the floor. “You may crawl to the bathroom.”

Gina had all she could do to keep her mouth shut. She’d worked herself up into such lather throughout the morning reminding herself that at every turn she had always beaten this woman. ‘I can beat her again,’ she thought. ‘I will beat her!’ It became a mantra in her head as she climbed the stairs on her hands and knees.

She followed Rose up the stairs, imagining grabbing her by the ankle and knocking her down the flight. As she got near the top, Rose took the last few steps quickly because she wanted to see where Robert went. She had no idea what the girl planned for her. She spotted him at the kitchen table, apparently reading the paper. Gina reached the top and crawled to the bathroom, obviously resenting Rose’s presence in the room; Rose caught the look in the mirror. Every fiber of her being went on alert at the look on Gina’s face.

When they got back to the kitchen, she told her to crawl to her bowl. Gina got to her feet and started to run toward the hallway. Rose caught her in three steps and grabbed her by the hair. With a quick twist of her wrist she had the girl securely in hand, and with the sweep of one foot, took her down to the floor. She stood on the girl’s hair and let her struggle for a moment, screaming obscenities and threatening to have all of them arrested.

“I’ll call the FBI!” she ranted.

Robert could see Rose biting her lip to regain control of herself. She had control of the girl, though, and he was sure she would compose herself. He waited until she gave him a nod before she stood up. The girl clambered to her feet and tried to move toward the set of knives on the counter. Robert pressed the third button and stopped her in her tracks with a shriek of pain that brought her back to her knees. He held the button down for two seconds this time, making sure she would not quickly forget again. He hadn’t moved, except for his thumb, and appeared still to be reading the paper throughout the whole incident.

As she lay writhing on the floor, Rose felt her composure returning. Still shaken to think the girl wanted to kill her, though she thought,
‘She really is an animal,’
and the realization reminded her of Robert’s remark the day before. Now fully in control again, Rose instructed the girl to crawl to the basement.