Training Nigel

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by Stella Fyre

Nigel’s fiancée is not impressed by his domineering manner, bad temper and his abuse, but she suspects it is only a front to cover his true personality. She gives him an ultimatum: become her slave and submissive, or their engagement is off.

Nigel accepts her challenge, but she needs to be as confident and controlled in her domination as he is in his submission. They both have much to learn, and there is a serious risk that she will go too far.

Published: 7 / 2011
No. words: 32900

EX8t

When he returned to the lounge he stopped in his position and waited for more orders. No sooner had he taken up the position than the front door bell chimed. Victoria looked at Nigel and decided against sending him.

She rose to her feet, saying, “Stay there and don’t move, slave,” and then she left the room. She was wondering who was calling that time of night, and she was surprised to find Jill when she opened the door.

“I was just passing on my way home and I thought I would pop in for a chat.”

“Yes, come on in, Jill. I have just had dinner. Where have you been this time of night?” They were talking as they walked to the lounge. Victoria came in first, with Jill just behind her. Nigel was standing in the same position facing the door as they walked in, but both noticed that he neither flinched nor tried to move. They sat down on the couch together and Jill kicked off her shoes.

“In answer to your question, I have been at a waste of time conference today and I was on my way home.” She looked at Nigel and his oiled torso, and added, “I wish my George looked as good as your slave instead of being the bloody wimp he is.”

“Slave, make a pot of tea for Miss Jill and myself, and fetch it out here.”

“Yes, Mistress,” and he walked off to the kitchen.

There was a little small talk before Nigel arrived back with the tray and sat it on the coffee table. He then went and took up his position and waited for more orders.

Jill asked, “Why is he wearing just those panties? Yours, I assume?”

Victoria smiled. “It is because of a little indiscretion this morning and he will wear them until Saturday morning.”

“I wish we were in the club, Victoria. I have been on my feet all day and they are in so much pain.”

“It seems that I don’t have that problem any more. I have a foot massager.”

“I have tried those and they are no good.”

“Slave.”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Miss Jill has aching feet. See what you can do about that.”

“Yes, Mistress,” and he stepped to the side of the couch and picked up the poof as he had done for his Mistress. Once he was kneeling in front of her, he gently lifted her legs and placed them on top. Within minutes he was manipulating her ankles and gently rubbing the tired muscles.

Jill relaxed her body, and after a few minutes she looked at Victoria. “I want him, Victoria. You can have George and twenty pounds a week for his keep, and I will throw in a whip.”

Victoria laughed. “He is good, isn’t he? I only found out this evening.”

“George has got to learn how to do this or I will rip his back to pieces until he gets it right.”

Victoria knew that to be a lie as Jill loved George, although he was her reluctant slave and submissive. Nigel stopped massaging her feet after spending the same time on them as he had spent on his Mistress’s, and he stood up, leaving her legs resting on the poof, and then stepped back to his position. “You may go out to the kitchen, slave, and make yourself a beverage and drink it out there. I will call you if I need you.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” And he walked away from his position.

Once he was in the kitchen, Jill said to Victoria, “You have trained him well and in such a short time. He is better than the ones in the club.”

“I wish I could say that I did train him, Jill, but the fact of the matter is that he has been reading books about this kind of thing for years. He is very submissive and does all I ask without question. In a way, I think he is teaching me a little about things as well.”

“I fancy a night out, Jill, dancing. We haven’t done that for a long time.”

“Yes, what a good idea. I will have Nigel, ‘my brother’, drive us and bring us back. He can also watch me while I am on the dance floor,” and the two women laughed.

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