Page 35 of On His Terms
“Return to your former position, where you were showing me your ass, and then kneel up. Then go from kneel up to showing me your ass. We’ll begin with twelve repetitions.” He took a seat in a wingback armchair and watched.
She’d turned on the fireplace, so a fine sheen of perspiration began to dot her back as she moved through the exercise.
“Stop thinking and judging. Allow yourself to flow from one move to the other.”
A few minutes later, she seemed more natural. “That’s much better. Do you feel the difference?”
“Yes, Sir. I do.”
It wasn’t long until her form suffered again. Her breathing grew labored, and she had to steady herself, no doubt from fatigue.
“At the end of our two weeks together, you’ll be able to move with ease, from standing to kneeling, or from lying to kneeling, or any possible combination thereof. As you practice—I recommend several times a day—mix it up. Listen to your body, become comfortable and fluid.”
Though she nodded, she added, “This is more difficult than it seems.”
“Hmm… I’m sure it is.”
He stood. “We discussed your posture several times.”
Her blue eyes were wide, and a bit of fear danced in them. “Am I going to be punished, Sir?”
“I prefer to punish you for flagrant disregard of my requirements. For example, skipping these exercises. However, if it’s something I haven’t trained you on, you can’t be expected to be perfect.”
“Is that the expectation? Perfection, Sir?”
“Flawless actions, yes.” He picked up one of the items from the side table and showed it to her. “This is called a posture collar. It will keep your head and shoulders straight at all times. For the rest of our time together this evening, you will wear this. Going forward, anytime you need correction, you’ll fetch it for me.”
Though she didn’t utter a protest, she kept her gaze on the collar.
“Please stand with your hands behind your back. Feet shoulder-width apart.”
His little sub didn’t blink as she stood in position.
“This is one of my favorites. It’s strict, but not terribly uncomfortable.” He showed her the wide collar. “This is padded, for your chin to rest on.” Once more, she remained silent. “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He wrapped the stiff leather around her throat then moved behind her to secure its two metal buckles. He checked the fit before tightening it more. “How is that?”
“Fine.”
“Look down.”
She attempted to lower her head, but the leather piece restricted her movement.
“And now?” he asked.
“Effective, Sir.”
“There’s a mirror over there. Go look at yourself. See how beautiful you are.”
As she walked, she reached up to touch the collar’s three D-rings.
“I can attach a leash, secure your wrists, or tie you to any number of things.” That thought hardened his cock.
Clenching his hands, Alex fought back the all-too-real reaction—something he’d never had with another sub, even Liz.
“It’s…it’s a bit frightening, Sir.”