To Love and Obey (10 page)

Whitney stood up and cupped Zerrin’s face. She examined it carefully like she was studying it. “A ton of W,” Whitney’s eyes narrowed in on Zerrin’s features, making Zerrin feel even more uncomfortable, “
a lot of it.
No S and no J.”

Zerrin had enough of the code names. “Can you tell me what’s going on here?”

“Don’t talk,” Whitney instructed quietly, “we’re almost done here.”

Whitney placed her hand on Zerrin’s hips and moved them side to side. “Definitely no more
white,
” she called out. She turned Zerrin around and studied her back. “All of the Y and W will get rid of the love handles and back fat.”

Zerrin’s head snapped back. “
Excuse you!
”

“I told you to be quiet,” Whitney took a step back and examined Zerrin’s body again. “We need to teach her how to work the pole.”

Zerrin definitely understood that last sentence.
Pole dancing? What in the hell is going on here?

“Okay, I think we’re done here,” Whitney commented as Nick walked downstairs.

“How’s it going?” Nick smiled.

“We took notes and have some suggestions, Master,” Stacey stood up from the sofa, “can we meet outside?”

“Sure. Zerrin, we’ll be right back. You can get dressed now.” Nick then led His submissives outside to the balcony.

As Zerrin put her on her clothing, she tried to listen in on their conversation. The problem was Whitney and Stacey were speaking so softly, it was impossible to understand a word what they were saying. As they spoke, all three occasionally glanced back at Zerrin, boring holes into her body. If Zerrin hadn’t felt self-conscious about her body before, she definitely felt that way now.

“Zerrin, come here,” Nick beckoned to her and Zerrin walked over to him, “your sisters have given me a plan to get you physically ready for submissive training. Are you ready to hear it?”

I’m dying to.
“Yes, Master,” she replied.

“You’re going to do fifty push-ups and six days of yoga a week. You’re going to cut out all of the white in your diet: white flour, sugar, and bread. No more sodas and juices. And a ton of water. You’re going to be drinking so much water, you’re going to be drowning in it,” Nick stated. “Any questions?”

All of those code names began to make more sense to Zerrin. She totally understood what Nick meant when he said he was putting on her a lifestyle change, starting with her diet. “No, Master.”

“Whitney is going to teach you pole-dancing since she instructs a class on the weekends.” Nick glanced at his watch, “you two should be getting ready to go soon.”

“Master, I don’t have any workout clothing,” Zerrin protested.

“She’ll give you some,” Nick instructed, “after the class, you’re going to meet with Stacey to discuss requirements I expect of you and what you can expect of Me.” He kissed Zerrin’s lips. “Have fun today,
tesoro
.”

Zerrin forgot about all the requirements and training the moment Nick kissed her again. How she wanted to feel his lips on her again and again. “Thank you, Master.”

Eight

“So?” Whitney’s chest heaved up and down. “What did you think?”

Zerrin was speechless. She always thought strippers were a low-class group of women, shaking their asses for the highest bidder and occasionally prostituting themselves out. They always seem to go by the most unusual names—Cinnamon, Money, and Mocha—and Zerrin wasn’t surprised the women allowed themselves to be named after inanimate objects to further objectify themselves to their customers and client base.

That was before she saw Whitney in action.

Whitney made pole-dancing into an art form. Her legs were strong and toned, gripping the silver pole tightly as she slid up and down on it. She used every single muscle of her body to support herself and twist her body into various positions. She occasionally gyrated her body but there was nothing blatantly sexual about it. It was very sensual, daring the audience to focus their attention somewhere else.

There were times Zerrin thought Whitney was about to slip and fall, busting her head wide open on the hardwood floor. But Whitney controlled every move of her body and positioning, steadying herself until she carefully lowered herself just inches from the floor. And that one maneuver Whitney did, doing the splits while hanging sideways and dropping her body down to the floor in another split position…Zerrin was officially a fan of Whitney.

“It was…just…wow,” Zerrin was astounded, “how long have you been dancing?”

“For years, since I was a kid. I’ve always been into fitness and keeping in shape so I got my personal trainer certification a few years ago. Then one of my students told me about pole dancing and I was intrigued by it so I took a class in it and well, the rest is history.” Whitney smiled. “So I teach both yoga and pole-dancing.”

“
That’s amazing.”

“It takes a lot of practice to get to where I am. Master doesn’t expect you to know or do what I just demonstrated for you right away. But eventually, you’ll be able to do it.”

“Is this what he likes?” Zerrin asked. “Is this what he wants?”

Whitney laughed before she took a sip of water. “Name one man who doesn’t like a woman on a pole?”

“I see your point,” Zerrin nodded. “And how often would I have to do this?”

Whitney thought carefully. “Hmm…probably once a week.”

Zerrin’s eyes bulged. “In addition to everything else I have to do?” Her schedule was already consumed with school, research, and service. Now that she was Nick’s assistant, she took another job teaching. Somehow, she was going have to fit six days of yoga, fifty push-ups and now a pole-dancing lesson for her Master. She silently began to rethink the contract.

“You can always leave,” Whitney blinked at her, “but if you do, you’ll regret it.”

“It’s not that I want to leave,” Zerrin explained, “I just don’t know what I’m going to squeeze all of this in.”

“The person you need to talk to after we’re done here is Stacey,” Whitney suggested. “She’s a nurse.”

“She’s a nurse?” Zerrin was surprised. “How does she find…?”

“For our Master, you
will
find the time.” Whitney smiled. “Now hurry up and change. We have a lot of work to do.”

****

“You look like you’re in pain, darling.” Stacey’s lips curled up into a sensual smile. “Whitney worked your ass, didn’t she?”

Zerrin could barely sit down when she joined Stacey for lunch at a local café. She felt every single muscle of her body; muscles she didn’t even know existed. For the better part of five hours, Whitney taught Zerrin simple pole moves in addition to some she specially created for Zerrin to dance for Nick. “I’m in
soooooooo
much pain!” She winced.

“You’ll be fine. It’s just your muscles telling you ‘hello.’” Stacey looked over the menu. “It’s time to order lunch now. What are you going to have?”

“I don’t think my mouth can move to eat,” Zerrin rested her head on the table.

“Good,” Stacey commented as a waiter came by to take their orders, “We each will have the grilled chicken salad. Oh, and we’d like the strawberry sorbet for dessert. Thank you.” The server then left their table.

“I think my fingers hurt,” Zerrin moaned.

“It’ll be like that for the first few weeks,” Stacey warned, “but after a while, your body adjusts.”

“How long will it take to adjust?” Zerrin asked.

“About thirty days.” Stacey nodded.

Zerrin slowly raised her head. They were only on day one. “Twenty-nine more days of this?”

“You’ll get used to it.” Stacey smiled. “This is what you wanted, remember?”

“I honestly didn’t think he’d be so…so…”

“Asshole about it?” Stacey smiled.

“Well, if you put it like that, yes.”

“I thought the same thing. I was you a few months ago.” Stacey flipped through her phone and showed Zerrin a picture of her. “Yeah, that’s me.”

Zerrin looked down at the picture of Stacey and looked back up at her. It couldn’t have been the same person. The girl in the picture was a little heavier and nothing to write home about. She was frumpy, and Zerrin could tell she was trying to force a smile through her mouth. Stacey in front of Zerrin looked like a goddess with sun-kissed skin and a radiance about her that exuded confidence.

“How old is this picture?”

“About six months,” Stacey commented. “That was before I met Master.”

Zerrin looked down at the picture and back at Stacey again. It was truly night and day. “He changed you?” Zerrin asked.

“I
changed me,” Stacey corrected. “All He did was guide me. Zerrin, let me ask you: are you really happy in your current situation?”

Zerrin thought for a moment. Was she happy? She was fulfilling her dream of becoming a professor and actually doing good for the community, taking the route her parents hadn’t taken when she was younger. Academically, she was happy.

Personal-life-wise, she was a little short of miserable. She was lonely and even she could admit masturbation only took her so far. So what was her hesitation in submitting to Nick? She wanted a Master to guide and teach her, didn’t she? She was fascinated with BDSM, and the thought of serving someone turned her on. She wanted to do whatever Nick asked of her, so why was she afraid of taking the next steps? “I guess I’m not.”

“It’s okay to have self-doubt. It’s okay to wonder, ‘What in the hell did I sign up for?’ I would be lying if Whitney and I didn’t have those exact same feelings.” Stacey had a heartwarming smile. “But trust me when I say Master would never put you in a situation that will harm you. He’s not trying to make you into a supermodel. He’s not trying to change any part of you. He’s trying to make you healthy all around. Whenever you want to stop, just say the word to Him and He’ll do it.”

Did Zerrin want to stop? She was physically exhausted and they haven’t even started the mental and emotional training. There was so much more for her to learn. The intense training reminded her of Darwin’s “Survival of the Fittest.” “I just have to get used to it, that’s all.”

“This is the easy part,” Stacey commented.

Stacey’s last comment woke up Zerrin. “It is?”

“Wait until He has you do tasks and poses,” Stacey warned. “You’ll be wishing you were doing a five-hour pole dancing class instead.”

“So what will I be doing?”

“Did he tell you about the written assignments?” Stacey asked and Zerrin nodded. “There is one more questionnaire you’re going have to answer by the end of the weekend. It’s health-related; he wants to know you’re in the best shape possible. He wants to know any potential problems. I’m also going to teach you proper etiquette and how you’re supposed to conduct yourself around Master. He has specific requirements.”

Zerrin remembered how fashion-forward Stacey and Whitney were. They both looked like they stepped off the runaway. She had a feeling what requirement Nick had. “Does this mean I have to change my clothing?”

“No. He actually likes your dress style.”

The comment lit up Zerrin’s face. “He said that?”

“He’s very fond of you, Zerrin,” Stacey insisted.

Zerrin didn’t want to read too much into what Stacey said. In what way was her Master fond of her? Was He fond of her in the same way he was
fond
of His other two submissives? There went her mind again going a mile a minute, over-analyzing a simple compliment when it was just exactly that. She felt like a girl in middle school, wondering if a guy liked her and asking her friend to go find out for her. “I’m fond of Him, too,” she replied.

“He knows.” Stacey grinned.

The question was on the tip of Zerrin’s tongue and it had been bugging her the moment she met her sub sisters. “Are you two still sleeping with Him?”

“No.” Stacey smiled. “He only wants you.”

A zap of energy found Zerrin and her body straightened out into the sitting position. She firmly pressed her butt into the chair to keep it from bouncing. “He does?” Her voice came out a few octaves higher.

“Zerrin, Whitney and I know our roles with Master. I take care of Master’s household affairs while Whitney handles His business items. We also know your role with Master. There’s no jealousy or bad blood here. We have the utmost respect for you,” Stacey soothed her. “He specifically wants us to prepare you because once you get started with Him, it’s going to be intense. Think of what we’re doing like training for the Olympics. Athletes spend months, sometimes years, preparing for that one moment in front of the world. That’s what we’re doing here.”

Zerrin seemed to relax a little. “Am I going to get a gold medal?” she joked.

“You just might.”

****

Zerrin barely made it upstairs to her guest bedroom at Nick’s home. Every step she took seemed to be a mile long. Her body was sore and her mind still hadn’t calmed down from what she learned at lunch.
He’s fond of you.
The thought made Zerrin smile. Nick was
fond
of her. It meant he liked her and probably not just as His submissive.