Learning by Degree

It was a clear moonless winter's night, Rose was driving west into the teeth of a biting wind, the remains of a winter storm that had left six inches of snow across the country. The blizzard had passed, leaving only the wind which was occasionally whipping the snow off the fields and blowing it into drifts across the roads.

“--Ping--” A text arrived on Rose's mobile, she ignored it, she'd read it when she arrived. She was heading into the country. Her flatmate Ros had invited her to spend the weekend at a house her parents had rented. They would be away so Ros had convinced her that she and her friends would have the run of the house. She’d tried to cancel during the week when the weather turned stormy.

But Ros had convinced her and further tempted her, “My big brother’s coming, he’s looking forward to seeing you again.” Rose knew it was all a ruse, She knew she was being set up. She knew because she had prompted the whole thing, had dropped little hints, had told little lies and truths to loose lipped mutual friends. But Ros had been more efficient than expected, the trap had been set and Rose had willingly taken the bait.

The weather in the city wasn't so bad. She had dressed for a party, keeping true to the fabricated plot. She was determined to get there. She drove on, after a while coming to the crossroads which must be the one I turn right at, she thought, stopping and turning the interior light on. She checked Ros' written directions “Turn right at X-road to Lower Lochee” Aha this was the road. She drove on, the road narrowing to single track, the snow drifts worsened, a steep hill, a corner. Her car slid slowly almost gracefully into a ditch resting passenger side down at about 45 degrees, the engine stopped and the lights flickered then went out. 

She sat for a few seconds still pressing the brake and holding the steering wheel. Rose turned the ignition off and on again, no warning lights, nothing. She turned the key all the way to start, still nothing. Then she remembered the advice her father had given her as he sat on the side of her bed when she was seven, the last time she had seen him.

“If ever your car won't start, hit the starter motor with a hammer.”

“OK Daddy, I will,” she'd replied, knowing instinctively the right response.

She'd remembered it all these years. But he hadn't explained what a starter motor looked like, or supplied a hammer, “Useless bastard!” 

Suddenly as if someone had slapped her she jumped and grabbed her bag from the passenger seat and rummaged for her phone. Finds it, turns it on, the screen lights up and a text from Ros is displayed. “Hey U comin”. “Oh sure!” she thought “I should have turned back!”. Turning again to her phone, zero bars, no service. Fuck!

By the light of her phone she took stock of the situation, she considered her clothing. I'm wearing riding boots, that's good, I'm wearing a wee leather bomber jacket that doesn't reach my waist, hmm. I'm wearing thin hold-up stockings and a little black strapless dress with short pleated skirt, bad.  A tiny see-through thong, no thermal value there, no bra, hmm, not good at all. Then she remembered the thick woolly jumper she kept in the car for wearing to the lectures with the middle aged, buttoned up bloke who always had the air-con full on cold and stared at the students' breasts, bonus. She put the jumper on over the bomber jacket.

Rose tried the ignition one last time then took out the keys and fumbling beneath her woolly jumper slipped them into a pocket in her bomber jacket. She opened her door, instantly a freezing draft rushed into what had been a warm car. She climbed out and stood or at least tried to stand on the road, the flat soles of her riding boots gave no purchase at all. Looking around she could make out a light maybe half a mile away she guessed. She weighed her options; the now cold car represents shelter and someone may pass and rescue me; that light could be a house so it represents warmth and it's only about a half mile walk.

“I'll walk,” she said aloud. This proved more difficult than she had bargained for, within a couple of minutes she had spent more time rolling in the snow trying to get up than she had walking. Her phone had become wet and the light had gone out. She was soaked, shivering uncontrollably and even swearing had become difficult.

A light! Yes, a bright light, and it was coming toward her. 

She tried to control her breathing to shout. “Hello, can you help me please!”

Nothing. But the light kept coming.

“Hello! Please, I need help!”

“I can see that. Just stay where you are!” came the shouted reply.

Instinctively she tried to move toward her saviour. Bad idea, her feet went from under her, she was down on her back again, cold as she was she went through the now familiar routine of trying to stand again. Roll onto front, get onto hands and knees, place one foot then the other flat on the snow, slowly straighten legs while still supporting with hands on snow, now slowly straighten up and pull skirt back down over bum.

“I said stay where you are,” the voice was now directly behind her. Startled she tried to turn, and went down again.

“Here let me help,” a gloved hand took her arm and pulled her to a sitting position. “We need to get you to some warmth and quick. Can you stand?”

“No, I- k-keep f-falling,” Rose stuttered, almost crying. The cold was getting to her.

“Here,” he said as he grabbed her under the arms and pulled her to her feet.

“Now stand still,” he moved round to face her, she tried to make out his features but the head torch shone brightly in her eyes blinding her. Something about the voice though, an accent, an inflection, something.

“Give me that hand,” he said, reaching for her left hand.

“Why?” she asked, as she automatically offered her hand. 

With one movement he grasped her wrist, thrust his other arm between her legs and swung her onto his shoulders. “Because we need to go” he said. As he turned and started jogging in the direction he'd come from.

“No! Stop! You can't do this! I'll… I'll,” she shouted as she punched his back with her free hand. But she couldn't think of anything she would or could do.

He kept jogging and between breaths shouted, “Listen up! The way you're dressed you've got about twenty minutes in these temperatures. So quit complaining.” 

By the time he slowed Rose could hear the hum of an engine and there was light on the snow. A door opened and she was carried into a bright hallway.

He bent forward and set her on her feet, as he straightened up he took off the hat and head torch as one.

“Professor Air-con! Oh,  er… sorry,” it came out as a reflex.

“Yes Professor Air-con. Or Alex if you'd prefer, I know I would. Hello Rose, fancy seeing you here! Now come in here, you need to get out of those wet clothes,” he opened a door and led her into a bedroom. She looked around, it was sparse, a large wardrobe, a chest of drawers, a chair and a double bed.

“Here sit on this chair let me get your boots,” he said reversing her onto the chair and bending to one knee. He unzipped each boot and taking them off set them aside. Standing up he opened a drawer in the chest and after a quick rummage took out a pair of leggings and a hoody and threw them on the bed.

“You can wear these,” Alex turned to leave. “I'll be in the living room straight across the hall, come through to the fire when you're changed.”

“Wait!” she called. He had left the room and was closing the door, he half opened the door again and looked back at Rose, eyebrows raised. She looked at him then looked down, she felt so silly sitting there swinging her legs. She abruptly stopped her legs swinging and looked up at him. “I, er, could you help with my zip, I can't...”

“Aha, sure, stand up and turn around,” Rose stood with her back to him. “Arms up,” he said as he grasped the bottom edge of her jumper and pulled upwards. “I've cursed this jumper more than once, would you mind if I put it on the fire?” she instantly pulled away from him and began wrestling with the jumper herself, it was above her head but her arms and neck were still engaged. The wet jumper turned out to be a better wrestler than she had bargained for, being still weak from the cold she stumbled and fell against Alex.

Alex caught her with an arm around her waist. They stood, he embracing her face to face, or more accurately face to jumper. 

“Would you like me to undo your zip now?”

Rose sighed, “Could you just help. Without the clever comments, if that’s possible?” she paused, “Just try to be a gentleman. Can you do that?”

“I can,” he replied, “Although I fail to see why I should when you are clearly failing to act like a lady.”

Rose shivered, “Alex please, I’m cold, I just want to get into some warm clothes.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry, Arms up.” He untangled her from her jumper and threw it toward the door “I'll hang it on the Rayburn, it'll be dry by morning.”

“Can I use your phone?” she said looking him straight in the eyes.

“Don't have one” he said smiling back at her, he reached down and took hold of the cuff of her bomber jacket holding it up for her to slide her arm out then doing the same with the other arm. “I'm not sure this'll recover.” he said, holding up the soaked bomer jacket by the sleeve.

“What! You don't have a phone!”

Gently he put his hands on her shoulders and turned her away from him. “This is my bolt hole, I'm off grid here, no distractions.” As he said this he unzipped her dress noticing as it fell open Rose's bare back, no bra strap. “Well usually.” 

Alex reached behind the open door and took a fluffy bath robe from a hook, “Here, put this on for now. I’ll set the shower going. A hot shower’ll soon warm you up.”

“Thank you, I can manage now,” she said as she turned toward him clutching her dress to her breast with one arm and taking the bath robe with the other. “Shoo, out, out.”

“As you wish” he said holding his hands up in mock surrender. Alex turned and picking up her wet boots, jumper and jacket he left the room turning to give her a sarcastic tilted head bow as he closed the door behind him. Then as a thought jumped into his mind he shouted “Bathroom, on the left, under the stairs.”

Rose shouted back, “Thank you.”

Rose slid her dress to the floor and stepped out of it then quickly put on the robe, stopped to think then deciding she didn't want to be wearing anything sexy, quickly took off the thong and kicked it under the bed. Picking up the hoody and leggings she left the bedroom.

She pushed open the door with the small brass relief of the Belgian boy peeing in the fountain. Entering she noticed the walls were covered in pictures of Alex, some recent, him in hill walking, climbing or skiing gear and some of a younger Alex in SCUBA gear. Alex was stood by the shower, he beckoned her over. “Hotter,” he indicated the shower controller and rotated his hand to the left. “Cooler,” hand rotating to the right. “Off,” open hand pushed toward the wall. “Towels on the radiator.”

Rose shivered, “Thanks, I think I’ll manage.”

“OK, er, right. I’ll be in the kitchen, opposite the bedroom. Enjoy.”

Rose watched Alex leave and close the door behind him. Looking around the white tiled bathroom she wondered, could he have a camera in here. She looked around again and shivered, sod it I’m too cold to bother. She dropped the robe to the floor and stepped into the shower. “Hot, hot, hot,” she said to herself as the heat gave her pins and needles as the circulation returned to her feet and hands. She was soon stood under the full flow of the shower hugging herself in the warmth. She dried herself and quickly put on the hoody and leggings tying a tight knot in the elastic waist cord of the leggings, wrapped her hair in a fresh new towel. Oo, quick pee, she thought. Try as she might she couldn’t undo the knot she’d tied in the leggings, she didn’t even try to push them down over her hips.

Leaving the bathroom Rose entered the bright hallway and pushed the living room door she'd been told about. It squeaked as it opened. 

“Through here!” came a call from an open doorway.

Walking toward the doorway she called back “Um, sorry, could you help? I can’t undo this with my nails,” she stopped as she reached the doorway to Alex's kitchen, holding out the ends of the cord.

“Gosh, so many wardrobe malfunctions in one day.”

“Yeah, very funny, would you mind, please.”

Alex held out his hand but didn't move from the Rayburn where he'd been stirring something. She moved forward and placed the end of the drawstring in his hand.

“Stir the soup.” He said as he bent to undo the knot.

She started stirring what looked and smelled like chicken broth, then looking down noticed that as he worked on the knot her waistband was pulled away from her belly giving Alex a perfect view of her shaven mound. Instantly she drew away, but Alex gave her no slack.

“Mmm, such pretty,” Alex paused and looked up at her. “Nails.” he finished the sentence. “Nothing I've not already seen. Now stand still,” a few moments later the knot was undone. “There you go, hurry back the soup's about ready.”

On returning to the living room two plates of soup were waiting on a coffee table in front of the fire. Alex was tearing a chunk from a half loaf of bread. A cushion from the sofa was on the floor in front of the fire for her to sit on, Alex had pulled forward an arm chair. She sat cross legged and started on the soup dipping her wedge of bread and biting off the wet bits. Once the bread was finished she took up her spoon then paused, She looked at Alex.

“Thank you, for rescuing me I mean”

“All in a day's work.” He smiled at her. “Lucky I saw you, I just happened to look out as you came over the brow of the hill. Then when I saw your lights go out, I guessed what must have happened. It's not the first time. That corner catches many an unwary traveller.”

Rose shivered, the memory of her struggle in the snow still fresh.

“Are you warm enough.”

“Yeah, fine, toastie, just...”

“Eat your soup, you're fine.”

Rose finished her soup, Alex tidied away the bowls and swept the crumbs onto his hand and threw them into the fire then sat back in his armchair. Rose stayed in front of the fire on the cushion enjoying the feeling of being hot.

“What shall we talk about now?” Alex began the conversation looking down at her.

“Er-m, I dunno,” Rose stared into the fire trying to think of something to say. “Oh I Know. Me and Ros, we graduate next year, what do you think we'll get, a first, two-one or a dreaded Desmond?”

Alex laughed. “You and Ros, yes the party girls, there's not a week goes past without another story circulating the faculty about the party girls' latest antics.”

Rose looking a little hurt, turned her cushion so she could lean back on the sofa and face Alex.

“Yeah we have a good time but we study too. You didn't answer the question.”

“OK, firstly I can't discuss Ros, confidentiality, data protection etcetera. You however,” he paused looking at her faintly shaking his head.

“Yes. Me, tell me.”

“Rose, You're unlikely to graduate, and I think you know it.”

“Rubbish! I study...”

“No, you read a little in the library in between texting. You worked in first year, coasted in second and you're coasting third. Next year, if you’re even still on course, will be too much for you.”

For some time there was silence. Alex got up from his chair put coal on the fire and sat down again.

“What can I do? I need a degree, I have to have one.”

“Oh, degrees can be much over rated. You'll do fine...”

Rose moved her cushion back onto the sofa then sat staring at the flames in the fire occasionally drying her eyes with the sleeve of her hoody. Suddenly she looked at him. “You, you could help me, you know the course inside out. You could tutor me.”

Alex didn’t even pause to consider his answer. “The time you'd require would be way beyond that I'm contractually obliged to provide. I couldn't disadvantage other students.”

Again silence fell on the room.

“Would three Saturdays a month of your time get me a two-one?”

“Probably, with my help, but I can't commit to that kind of time, and besides you couldn't pay me. Why would I?”

Rose sat and studied him, after a while almost imperceptibly she nodded. 

“You’re right I can’t pay you, do you need a cleaner or a cook?” She gave him her cutest smile.

Alex smiled back “Tempting but I don’t really need either.”

“I could be your maid, you could get me a uniform.” As she said this put one hand on her hip and the other behind her head and did a playful shimmy, then almost immediately flushed slightly as she felt her breasts move a bit more than she’d planned. She laughed trying to sound natural, letting Alex know she was ‘just joking’.

Alex didn’t reply, he merely acknowledged her light heartedness with the slightest smile. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Um,” Rose considered the wisdom of alcohol given her current situation. “a small one, yes please.”

Alex smiled and closed his eyes, wondering at the wisdom of the course the conversation was taking and should he continue with it. He opens his eyes to see Rose looking quizzically at him. “Wine, yes, in this dresser,” He turned and indicated a welsh dresser against the wall behind him. “You’ll find wine in the right hand cupboard, glasses in the middle and corkscrew in the drawer.”

Rose laughed. “Really, I’m your maid now am I? I don’t think so, I don’t have a uniform.” 

“Ah of course, you’ll find a uniform in the left hand cupboard.”

Rose got up from the sofa and walked to the dresser “But you haven’t agreed to tutor me Alex, so I’m not wearing the uniform.” Rose opened the right hand cupboard to reveal a full wine rack, she took a bottle, got the corkscrew from the drawer and passed them to Alex. She got two wine glasses and placed them on the coffee table. “Can I have a look at the uniform?”

“No, you may not. Come here and pour the wine.” He handed Rose the open bottle and threw the cork into the fire.

Rose leant forward and poured the wine. As she did she was aware of her breasts hanging away from her chest, even though the hoody completely covered her it was baggy enough that her body felt free within it. She glances at Alex wondering does he suspect how much she was enjoying the feeling. She passes Alex a glass and as he takes it gives the slightest hint of a curtsy. She moves her own to the far edge of the coffee table then puts the sofa cushion back on the floor and sits cross legged on it leaning her forearms on the coffee table and her chin on her forearms. “So, maid. What would my...” Duties be? She was going to say. But Alex stopped her with a raised palm.

“’Maid’ was your term. I don’t agree to it.” Alex again paused wondering whether he dare. “I was more thinking, slave.”

“Slave!” Rose raised her head from her arms. “What exactly does that mean?”

“A slave is very different to a maid. Whilst a maid would have defined duties, a slave must do whatever she is told immediately and without question.” Alex was careful to place stress on ‘whatever’.

“Whatever!” Rose echoed.

“Immediately and without question.”

Rose rested her chin on her forearms again and stared into her wine. After a couple of minutes she looked up at Alex. “You would include sex in your ‘whatever’ wouldn’t you?”

Alex didn’t pause, he was already down the rabbit hole, he looked her straight in her beautiful blue eyes. “Of course, as I said, I don’t need a cook or cleaner. You should also be aware, an under performing slave may be punished for her failings.”

Rose put her forehead on her arms. “Let me think.” She said.

For a while there was quiet, Alex occasionally sipped his wine. Rose, after a little while moved onto the sofa and pulled her arms inside the hoody and hugged herself, staring at her untouched wine.

Looking up at Alex and tilting her head. She asked. “Can I see the uniform?”

“I think what you meant to say is. May I see the uniform.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Whatever!” then ever so sweetly. “May I see the uniform?”

“Rose, if you’re going to give me attitude then I seriously doubt you have the capacity to gain a good degree, never-mind a first. Perhaps it's best I take you back into town, you can organise a garage to recover your car tomorrow.” Alex knew he was tempting her, offering the slightest glimpse of a carrot, whilst at the same time showing the stick of rejection. He’d given her an easy choice, return to town and loose the chance of a degree or ask pleasantly to see the uniform. He felt confident she would choose the latter.

Rose didn’t see her options in quite the same way. She saw the opportunity of getting back into town, the night was still youngish and the best nights out often started unexpectedly. Alternatively, stay here, Alex clearly wanted to get into her knickers. ‘Oops.’ She thought. ‘They’re under the bed in his bedroom.’ These thoughts reminded her of her lack of underwear. She moved her arms inside the hoody and cupped a breast rubbing her nipple slowly with her thumb. But what of her degree, she could study, get back to the work ethic from first year. Then with pursed lips and the slightest nod of her head she made a decision. “OK, you get me! Tonight, do whatever you want with me. Then you tutor me to a degree. And anyway you’ve been drinking, you can’t drive”

“Whoa there Rose.” Alex leant forward and put down his empty glass on the coffee table, shaking his hands palms toward Rose. “No...no...no, Rose you misunderstand. I don’t want your body for one night, I want your mind and body for the next year. One night with you wouldn’t keep me committed for a whole year.”

Rose stared at him, she pulled her legs up onto the sofa and looped the hoody over her knees inadvertently affording Alex a glimpse of the outer edge of her breasts, her arms crossed around her shins.

Alex continued. “No, for this to work, you come here every other Saturday, we study during the day and in the evening you slave for me.”

Rose gently rocked back and fore, her head resting on her knees, deep in thought.

After some time Alex poured himself a second glass of wine. “So, you’re probably thinking what a pervert I am, and wondering how you get out of this fix.”

Rose looked up at him with a thoughtful expression. “No, just thinking.” she continued to think.

Alex again interrupted. “Look let's forget the whole thing. I’ll get your car recovered in the morning and you can get back to town. we’ll say no more about it. Here drink your wine.” Alex leant over the table and topped up Rose’s glass.

A couple of minutes later Rose slipped her arms back into the arms of the hoody and gathered up the hem from her shins and lifted it to put her feet back on the floor. In fact she lifted the front of the hoody so far her face was hidden. What wasn’t hidden was her chest, Alex had a perfect view of her perfect breasts.

As she lowered the hoody she was smiling at Alex. “It won't work.” She said.

“Why ever not, I'm a man of my word. If you doubt me then...”

“No.” She held a hand up to quiet him. “It wouldn't be you, it would be me. I know me, on most of those Saturdays I'll have been out the night before and I won't even make it here.” She sighed. “No if this is going to work...” Rose took a deep breath. “I’ll be your slave every Friday then you tutor me every Saturday. And. If we’re gonna do this then I want a first.” She smiled at him then leant forward and took up her wine.

He studied her. “I see your dilemma.” He said smiling. “I accept. Do we need this in writing?”

“No. like you, my word is good.”

“Very well, let's shake on it.” Alex said. Standing and offering his hand to her. Rose took his hand, looked him in the eye and shook his hand. Alex held her hand not releasing it even when she tried to pull away.

“Good, the deal is sealed. And since this is Friday and tomorrow you'll work, tonight you are my slave, my play thing.” Alex's voice changed from friendly, nurturing to authoritarian and commanding. “Stand up, I want to inspect you.”

“Not tonight, you didn't say starting tonight, that wasn't part of the...”

“Rose stop! You have entered into a contract. Your Fridays now are very simple, consisting of only three options; you obey, you disobey and take the consequences or you dissolve the contract. I advise you to think carefully which course you choose. Now, stand up and do as you’re told.”

Rose stood. “Alex, I would like to discuss what you are allowed to do to me.”

Alex released Rose's hand. “Very well, it’s a good point.” Alex paced slowly around the room rubbing his chin, as he passed Rose the first time he stopped and placed her hands behind her in the small of her back. The next time he passed he gently tapped at the insides of her feet with his foot, Rose didn’t move her feet. Alex paced again. As soon as his back was turned Rose leant forward, grabbed her glass from the table and downed it. She was just trying to place it quietly back as Alex turned. She froze, not daring to move. Alex paced, slowly back to her and without a word took the glass from her, placed his hands on her shoulders, returned her to a standing position and replaced her hands behind her back.

Alex lifted the front of Roses hoody and pulled the bow open at the top of her leggings then slid the leggings down to mid thigh. Placing his open palm on Roses buttock Alex leant forward and whispered in her ear. “Actions have consequences Rose.” He raised his hand from her buttocks, then began pacing again.

As Alex walked away from her Rose wriggled her legs, the leggings fell to her ankles. As Alex turned and faced her and stopped she smiled at him. “Sorry sir, they fell.”

Alex stopped pacing. “Rose, I really don’t want to have to spank you before we finalise our contract. Pull them up.” He continued to pace. Finally he stopped in front of her. “So, rules of engagement will be. Nothing illegal. No permanent marking. No marks that may show beyond normal, modest clothing. No marks which may persist beyond one week. Your safety will be ensured at all times. You will not be loaned to others. You will have a safe word, it will be ‘red’. You nor I will tell anyone of our,” He paused searching for a word. “arrangement. And pay good heed to this Rose. You will not have sexual relations outwith this contract. Do you have anything to add?”

“Um, no I don’t think so. Why won’t you loan me out? It could be f...”

“Rose!” Alex raised his voice. “You will do your best to keep your inner slut inside.” Then more quietly. “Ready for your uniform?”

Rose beamed. “Ooh yes please.”

“Go on then.” Alex smiled and waved her toward the dresser.

Rose walked to the dresser and crouching opened the right hand door, she reached half way in then stopped. “I don’t understand.” She looked round at Alex. “I expected… I mean… There aren’t any...”

“Bring them here Rose.”

Rose reached into the cupboard and took out a collar and two chains. She slowly carried them back to Alex.

“These,” Alex began pointing at the two chains. “Are for public wear, when you are not in this house you will wear one or other of them. They will be secured by a matching padlock. I will hold the keys. Go and put them back in the cupboard for now.” He continued talking as Rose returned the chains to the cupboard. “And this one.” He said. Taking the leather collar from her, “You will wear when you are here. Come, let me put it on you, hold up your hair.” He put the collar around her neck linking the stainless steel ends one into the other and turning until a click was heard. “That’s it Rose. You are now collared. You are now my slave. How does it feel?”

“May I?” Rose raised her hands toward her neck.

Alex waved his hand and nodded.

Rose felt the collar starting at the back of her neck. It sat flat against her skin, the two stainless ends joining at the base of her throat. “It’s comfortable. I can’t take it off can I?”

“No you can not, it’s locked in place.”

“You.” He said with emphasis. “Are now my slave, you will do as you are told instantly and without question.” He put his hand on her head and pushed down. “You will keep your head bowed in my presence.” He pushed his foot between her feet and gently kicked her heels apart. “You are always to have your legs apart when you are not walking or when I have placed you otherwise. Your hands are to stay behind you unless I place them otherwise or you've been told to use them.” Alex paused and tapped her hands, she was still touching the collar. She obediently put them behind her. “Repeat what you've just learnt.”

Rose looked up at Alex. “I am your sub, your pl...”

Slap! Alex's palm caught Rose across the cheek. Not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to shock. “It's not enough to know the rules you must also abide by them. Begin again, and remember, you are a slave not a sub.”

Rose assumed the required posture, this time with head bowed and began again, repeating her new rules without fault.

“Well done Rose. I think you're going to make an excellent slave. Take your clothes off.”

Without stopping to question what she was doing Rose took hold of the hem of the hoody and pulled it over her head and threw it on the sofa where she had been sitting. She hooked her thumbs into the waist band of the leggings and slid them down, taking care not to bend forward but bending at the knee instead. She was aware that leaning forward made her breasts hang away from her body and she didn't want to arouse Alex any more than was necessary. She stepped out of the leggings and without thinking bent to pick them up, completely automatically Rose put her forearm across her breasts to support them and hide them from view.

Crack! The noise made her jump before the sensation as Alex's hand slapped her behind.

“Don't you dare hide yourself from me.” He said. “Pick them up and put them with the hoody, and don't bend your knees this time.” Rose had remembered to keep her legs apart even though she had straightened up when Alex had slapped her behind. She did as she was told, keeping one hand behind her back and her feet apart she reached down with the other and picked up the leggings. As she did so Alex put his hand gently on her ass and gently stroked the hand print he had just made. She stood up and threw the leggings onto the sofa with the hoody. 

Rose was very aware now of trying not to displease Alex, she stood self consciously, head bowed, her hands behind her back adjusting her feet. To start with her feet had been about 18 inches apart, but she wasn't sure this was what Alex meant when he said legs apart. She adjusted her stance so her legs were two feet apart, then moments later she adjusted again, just in case, She now stood head bowed, hands behind her back and her legs three feet apart.

Alex moved to stand directly in front of her and as he put an arm around her and pulled her to him he kissed the top of her head. “I think Rose, you're a natural, you're going to make a perfect slave.”

“Thank you Sir.” Rose was surprised by her response, where had that come from she hadn't called anyone sir since school. And why 'thank you', was it just an automatic response to a compliment.

Alex took a step back from her and placing a finger under her chin raised her head “'Sir', I like that, well done. And since I now have a title, you should have one too, you’ll be Rose on a Friday and plain Roz on Saturday.”

“So Rose, you see my computer over there.” Alex pointed to a laptop on a small table in the corner of the room. “Go and launch the music player and put on something you can dance to, something slow.”

Rose went to the computer and sat in the typists chair, Alex followed and stood behind her. No sooner than she'd sat down she felt Alex's hand on her breast, immediately finding her nipple and squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger and pulling upward.

“Ow, that hurts!”

Alex didn't release his grip. “Three things Rose, one, you have your knees together, two, slaves don't sit in chairs, and three, you will not complain when disciplined for your own failings. Stand up.”

Rose stood remembering to keep her feet apart, but now she was on tiptoe trying to relieve the tension in her nipple.

“So far Rose I've been lenient with you, and you've done well, but you must remember your posture. Bend over and place your elbows and forearms on the seat of the chair.” Without releasing her nipple Alex' hand followed her movements until she was bent over. “Now stay like that until I move you. You may look up at the screen and select some music.”

Rose was very much aware of how vulnerable she was, bent over legs apart with her breasts hanging down and her bottom stuck out. With difficulty she looked up to the computer screen, placed her finger on the track pad and started looking for the music player. Alex watched her admiring his new acquisition. He stood beside her, running his hand over her back and sides, feeling her shape, the smooth, softness of her skin. Then leaning, continuing with her tummy and breasts, following every contour.

Rose froze. She knew she had great tits, but she had never really made friends with them, they had been a handicap to sensible conversations with boys ever since puberty, they either blatantly stared at her tits or they were so nervous they couldn't put a coherent sentence together. And worse, they got in the way of her passion, athletics, She had done well at school, but she'd been humiliated at county trials, some of the girls even laughing openly at her.

A sharp slap on her breast made her jump. “Concentrate Rose. You're supposed to be selecting some music. And arch your back a little, push these delightful breasts out.

Rose concentrated on the screen trying to blank out Alex' fondlings. Music player, there it is, click, now what has he got music wise. Just then Alex had circled the base of her breast with fore fingers and thumbs of both hands and was tightening his grip. She bowed her head long enough to catch a glimpse of her left tit swollen and tight from the strength of his grip. “Music, music, select some music.” She muttered to herself. She spotted a playlist titled 'Ambient' and double clicked it, “A bit old-school but danceable.” She thought to herself.

Alex gave her nipple a last pinch and stood up, he ran his hand down her back from the nape of her neck to the small of her back. “Don't forget to arch Rose.” He said as he gave her a light tap on her buttock.

Rose arched her back a little more, not minding now that her tits were pushed out, but becoming aware that her ass and pussy were being obviously offered to 'Sir'.

Alex knelt on the floor directly behind Rose his face only a foot from her smooth round bottom, she still had the muscle tone of a runner, a sprinter, beautifully round and full. At the base of her buttocks a feint line a slight valley  leading inward to her pussy. From his first glimpse when Rose was floundering in the snow Alex knew he was going to love this pussy, slightly plump outer lips and inner lips hidden at her opening then emerging and extending an inch as they led to her clitoris.

“Is your back arched Rose?” He asked knowing she would try a little harder to arch her back. She did, the effect was mesmerising, as she relaxed her back her pussy slowly opened showing him the full length of her inner lips. Alex gently blew on her pussy then held his hand within an inch of her pussy cupped to mirror her shape, at the slight breeze she tensed and closed then slowly opened again. Again he blew on her pussy and again the hand, and again, and again.

Rose leaned on the chair gripping the edge with her hands, her head bowed, her wavy blonde hair falling around her face to the chair, eyes shut and occasionally biting her lower lip. She had completely relaxed her back muscles when Sir had reminded her for the third time to arch her back even though she knew her pussy would be pushed out toward him. She felt herself slowly opening a little, she hoped Sir might not have noticed. Then a slight draft across her pussy had caused a reflex reaction tightening the muscles inside her closing her then as they relaxed opening again. Her mind fixed on the movements of her pussy, there it was again, a draft, and again the reflex. She was starting to feel a warmth in her pussy now, and slowly but surely she became aroused.

“Sir, please may I touch myself?” She asked.

“Certainly not.” He replied, as he placed his finger on her opening and slowly but firmly traced downwards to her clitoris then gently rubbing it.  “Come, you put some music on, and I've become distracted. Dance for me.” Alex stood up and while walking to a single seat armchair took off his shirt.

Rose followed Sir trying as she walked to press her pussy lips together desperately trying to cause some pressure or friction on her clit, but it was no use. “I'll find a way.” She thought to herself. She stood in front of Sir's chair, her back to him in the posture she'd learnt and started to dance. Breathe by Science Department was playing, she moved in time to the music being as sexy as she could, rolling her hips and moving her body from side to side, hoping to get Sir turned on enough to fuck her.

“You enjoy dancing Rose.”

Rose wasn't sure if this was a question or a statement, but felt it warranted an answer. “Yes Sir, some music just goes straight to my hips.” Rose smiled, he had noticed, my dancing must be working she thought.

“Then you should move your hands and feet, knock yourself out.” Rose's dance certainly was working for Alex, it was one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen, and now he'd freed her hands and feet it went up a level. He loosened his belt, undid his flies and kicked off his shoes.

Rose danced, letting the music flow through her. When a track stopped she just kept dancing as if the final bars were echoing through her body, then seamlessly adjusted to the new beat as it began. As she danced she occasionally stole a glance behind her, she knew that Alex was now naked. She moved closer to him, occasionally bending and giving him a view of her pussy, occasionally squatting and putting her pussy within inches of his cock. My Friend by Groove Armada was flowing through her as she reversed again to put her heels against the base of the armchair. The next time she squatted and dipped she braced her calves against the chair and got low enough to feel Alex rub against her. She straightened up then with her arms above, her body and arms flowing to the music like a flame she dipped again low enough to feel Alex just enter her. Just as she was about to relax and sink onto him she was stopped in her tracks.

“Don't do it Rose! I don't want to have to punish you tonight. I will decide when and if I fuck you. Is that clear?”

Rose got up and turned to face Alex taking up her posture. “I'm sorry Sir, I just feel so randy, I thought it would please you.” In fact she had had no thoughts about pleasing him, she had just wanted to be filled but maybe he'd believe the goodwill approach.

“Rubbish Rose, you just wanted to selfishly fulfil your animalistic desires.” Alex was actually finding this quite difficult. Rose stood before him, her legs a little wider apart than they really ought to be, and her breasts pushed out more than she would normally find comfortable. Worst of all, and what really upset the apple cart of his disciplinarian act were her inner lips, engorged and hanging proud from her pussy, on each a drip of her moisture had formed. More than anything he wanted to lay her down and bury his tongue inside her, to lick her and suck her until she quivered and shook with ecstasy. But that wouldn't do, he couldn't give her any reason to think she could control him with sex. It had to be on his terms otherwise the whole deal would collapse, ultimately she would use his time and knowledge and throw him the occasional fuck when she felt like it. “Turn off the music and go to my bedroom.”

Rose, looking dejected did as she was told. Alex collected the discarded clothing, turned off the lights and followed her. When he entered the bedroom she was stood as she had been in his living room. Alex threw the hoody and leggings she'd been wearing at the foot of the bed then dropped his clothing on the chair.

“I'll deal with you shortly.” He said as he left the room.

Rose listened as he left the room and went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. When he returned from the bathroom Rose was standing as he had left her. The clothing he'd left was neatly folded, hers on the floor at the foot of the bed, his on the chair.

“I've put out a toothbrush for you on the sink. Go. Oh one more thing Rose.”

“Yes Sir.” She replied not even slightly raising her bowed head.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself. That” he said, pointing to her pussy. “Now belongs to me.”

When Rose returned from the bathroom she found Alex in bed reading and the clothing she'd so carefully folded was again in disarray, a grey woollen blanket had been added to the pile at the foot of the bed. Her attempt to please him had been throw back in her face. She closed the door behind her and stood as she'd been taught.

After a couple of minutes Alex moved his bookmark, closed the book and placed it on the bedside cabinet. Looking up at Rose he was rendered speechless, if the temptation of her body only twenty minutes ago had been difficult to resist, this. This was worse. Rose was silently crying, tear tracks glistened on her cheeks and her bottom lip quivered as she struggled to breathe as quietly as she could. Having resisted the temptation to go to her, sweep her up in his arms and soothe her he took a deep breath. Had he gone too far? He wondered. No he decided this was all right, she was still compliant, she hadn't rebelled, he could recover this.

“Rose, you may sleep on the bottom of the bed. There's a blanket there for you.”

“Thank you sir. Sir?”

“Yes Rose?”

“I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again, I really didn't mean to...”

“Turn the light out Rose.”

Rose tuned off the light and felt her way to the bed, lifting the bottom edge of the quilt she climbed under and curled up facing Alex taking up as little space as she could. Alex sighed. It's late I'll give her this one. He thought. He tried to relax, but Rose's warm breath against his hip had rejuvenated his erection and try as he might the vision of Rose's moist dripping pussy wouldn't leave his mind. He felt Rose's lips against his hip, just a kiss, a light kiss.

“Sir.”

“Rose!”

“May I sir?”

“May you what?” He was fairly sure what, but he wanted her to ask. To just say yes would have allowed her too much. She had to ask for what she wanted. He felt her hand slide onto the top of his thigh.

“May I make amends, may I suck you? Please.”

Alex paused, long enough that she would think he was considering his reply.

“Yes Rose, you may.”

Rose moved forward and rested her head on Alex' tummy and moved her hand onto his cock. Gently she gripped him and as she pulled down his foreskin she moved her head down and took him into her mouth. She pushed back the quilt for some fresh air and gradually moved to a kneeling position so she could be directly above him and now that he was wet with her saliva she gripped tighter with her hand starting from the top of his member and firmly sliding downwards always following her hand with her lips and mouth. She was proud of her ability, she loved giving head and had honed her technique even to the point of online research to find out what worked best. Within minutes he was ready to cum, she could feel his urgency, hear his breathing quicken. As he started to cum she took a breath and on the next down stroke she took him into her throat sealing her lips around the base of his cock. She waited until she felt his pulsing slow then withdrew took a breath and sunk on to him again this time waiting for the first involuntary mini thrust to shake him before withdrawing being sure to suck his head hard as it left her mouth.

Alex lay grinning in the darkness, he could hardly believe his good fortune, he had never experienced anything like the head he had just been given. ‘To make amends!’ He thought to himself. ‘Just to make amends.’

“Rose.”

“Sir.”

“You are forgiven, come and lie down here.”

Rose collapsed next to Alex on her back. “Thank you sir.” She said smiling.

Alex lay for a while just cooling down, within a couple of minutes he seemed to be asleep. Rose reached over him and found the edge of the quilt pulling it over both of them then settling down to sleep with her back toward Alex. A moment later his arm was around her pulling her toward him. She felt the lightest of kisses on her shoulder.

They both smiled “Gotcha” they both thought.