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Ok so as I have previously told you this is going to be the last chapter for a little while hopefully not more than a month.

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I may have been a little optimistic when I said yes to Mistress's offer. However, the thought of unlimited orgasms for the rest of the weekend had me agreeing before I'd fully thought it through.

When Mistress impaled herself on my cock, I was already on the verge of coming. I was sure that I could probably survive one orgasm. However, she had to go and have not one, but two orgasms with my hard-on buried deep inside her. It was the most agonisingly pleasurable experience of my life. By the time she'd had her second climax, I was so close to losing it, it wasn't funny. My whole body was shaking, desperately trying to revolt against the control I was managing to tenuously maintain.

When she finally told me I could come, I just relaxed and let my body do the rest. I wasn't even sure what happened after Mistress told me to come, because the next thing I knew, she was waking me up. As I went to sit up and realised I was no longer shackled, it was obvious I had been asleep for some time.

I was not normally a bath person, but when Mistress led me into her bathroom and told me to get into the bath, I didn't hesitate. I had never felt as cared for in my entire adult life as I did in that bath with Mistress. She washed me almost lovingly, making sure to massage my muscles so I didn't end up too sore. There was absolutely nothing sexual about it, but of course my traitorous erection started rearing its ugly head again and bath time was over.

When she told me I would be sleeping on the floor next to her bed, I was worried all her hard work massaging my muscles was going to go to waste. I took one look at the tiny mattress she pulled out from under the bed and thought, "Fuck no." However, when she explained that if I stayed there would be a chance we would play again before morning, there wasn't really a decision to be made. I would take a crappy mattress and a chance of pleasuring my Mistress over a comfortable bed any day.

I was so fucking glad I chose the floor. Watching Mistress fuck herself with a vibrator, right there in front of me, was the single sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen in my life. I wanted so badly to be able to help, to have it be my dick that was bringing her pleasure, and as if the gods were shining down upon me, I got to do just that. The feel of her pussy contracting around my cock as her orgasm overwhelmed her was indescribable. Having fucked a lot of pussy in my time, I could tell you that I had never had a more pleasurable experience than Bella coming around me. Of course, that thought was soon eclipsed when she offered to let me come on any part of her body I wanted to. Without any hesitation, I told her I wanted to come on her butt. She looked so fucking smoking with my come all over her back I thought I might just die of pleasure.

When we were all cleaned up, Mistress sent me back to my bedroom. I had to say I was a little disappointed, but when I noticed it was getting close to four in the morning and that I would have to be up in a couple of hours, I was grateful for the fact that I would get a few hours of decent sleep.

Making sure I'd set my alarm, I finally let sleep claim me.

**PJBDDBN**

After my alarm woke me up, I quickly had a shower, dressed and headed down to make breakfast. Knowing that I hadn't had time to get Carmen to show me the basics, I had come prepared. I had bought one of those Shake-n-Bakepancake mixes, figuring even I couldn't fuck that up.

However, it appeared I was wrong. It took me ruining the first two pancakes I tried to make before I figured out what I was doing. Eventually, I managed to make about eight semi-decent pancakes, and I chopped up some fruit I found in the fridge as well as fried up some bacon. For someone who never cooks I thought I had done a pretty decent job of my first breakfast. I was just setting the food out on the table when Mistress walked in.

"Good Morning, Edward."

"Morning, Mistress." She looked glorious, her hair still damp from a shower and her body hugged tightly by some yoga pants and a tank top.

"Mmmm... Looks delicious," she said as she licked her lips. "Well done, and exactly on time."

"My pleasure, Mistress."

She sat down and started to pile food onto her plate. I was fairly sure I wasn't allowed to eat at the table without Mistress's permission, so I turned to head back to the kitchen, but she stopped me and told me to grab a plate and join her. The food wasn't half bad, if I do say so myself, but I was definitely going to get Carmen to help me to improve my cooking.

As I was cleaning up the breakfast dishes, I thought I heard the front door shut. When I heard a man's voice yelling for Bella, I went out into the hall to investigate.

"Who are you?" the big Indian-looking dude asked.

"Edward. And you would be?" I asked, trying to sound as intimidating as I could.

"Jake." The moment he said his name I knew that he was Bella's previous sub, the guy whose bedroom I was taking.

He held his hand out for me to shake it. I looked him straight in the eyes and gave his hand a firm, manly shake. However, Jake appeared to be trying to break my hand. Not wanting to let him win, I increased the strength of my grip. Bella coming down the stairs seemed to snap us out of the pissing contest we were having.

"Okay, you both have big dicks – break it up." We both turned to look at Mistress with ashamed looks on our faces. "Jake, I have put some boxes in your old room. Go get started on your packing and I will join you shortly. Edward, follow me."

I followed Mistress up the stairs. I wasn't sure where she was taking me, but I was a tad concerned when the destination was the playroom. Surely, we weren't going to play with Jake in the house? I thought to myself.

Mistress talking brought me out of my thoughts. "Edward, one of your chores as my sub is to clean the play room and toys after every use." The look of disbelief on my face obviously didn't go unnoticed, as Mistress continued explaining. "You can wipe that look off your face right now, Edward. If you want to play in here, then you clean up after we're done."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, sounding suitably ashamed.

"Okay, so cleaning consists of mopping the floors and cleaning all used furniture and toys. Once a month I will have you clean the entire room top to bottom and wash all the toys, regardless of whether they have been used. Any questions?"

"No, Mistress."

"Good. The cleaning products are in the cupboard. If you need me, please come and get me."

Mistress started walking out the door, as I debated whether to tell her I had never cleaned a damn thing ever in my entire life. Thankfully, my need to please Mistress won out over my pride.

"Mistress?"

"Yes, Edward?" She turned to look at me, almost as if expecting what was coming next.

"Mistress, could you please show me how to clean the playroom? I have never actually had to do this type of cleaning before, and I don't want to displease you by getting it wrong."

The look on Mistress's face was something akin to pride. "Yes, Edward, I can show you. Thank you for being honest with me."

We spent the next half an hour going over what cleaning products where used for what purpose. When I finally felt I had a handle on what needed to be done, Mistress headed off to help Jake with his packing, telling me to have lunch ready at twelve thirty.

By the time I had finished cleaning it was eleven thirty, and I knew that if I wanted to have lunch ready on time I needed to get moving.

I was halfway down the stairs when I realised I should probably ask if Jake was joining us. I headed back up to my room, and the sight that I saw as I stood in the doorway roused feelings in me I had never felt before. Bella and Jake were sitting on the floor, giggling. Jake had his arm around Bella, pulling her into a sort of hug. They were looking at something that Bella had in her hands. Mine. All I wanted to do was stomp over to them and remove Jake's arm in as violent a way as possible. Instead, I cleared my throat with a cough to alert them to my presence.

"Yes, Edward?" Mistress asked as she looked up at me.

"Sorry to disturb you, Mistress. I just wanted to know if Jake would be joining you for lunch."

Bella looked at Jake, and after what seemed to be a silent conversation, he politely declined.

I headed down to the kitchen and made two ham and salad sandwiches. As I put lunch together, I couldn't help but feel envious of the way Bella was with Jake. I wished that she would giggle and laugh with me and show me that beautiful smile. Knowing that there was no point wishing for what I wasn't entitled to, I put those thoughts to the back of my mind and took lunch out to the dining room.

Just as I put the food on the table, Mistress walked in. She noticed that I once again had only set one place at the table and asked me to join her.

"So, Edward, how did cleaning the playroom go?"

"I believe I completed my task as required, Mistress."

"Excellent. Once you have finished cleaning up after lunch, I would like you to meet me in the playroom. We are going to start you training." I wasn't sure what she meant by training, but I was eager to learn anything Mistress was willing to teach me.

I did the lunch dishes, gave the counter tops a once over and then headed for the playroom. As I walked in, Mistress was seated in a large leather chair in the middle of the room with a cushion on the floor at her feet. I started to take my clothes off as I normally would in the playroom, but Mistress stopped me.

"You can leave your clothes on, Edward. Please come and kneel in your waiting position," she said, pointing at the cushion at her feet.

I did as asked, then waited.

"So, Edward, today I am starting your sub training. I am sure you're aware that there is more to being a sub than just submission in sexual situations." I nodded my head to indicate I had indeed known that. "As my sub there will be three modes in which you will serve me: slave mode, service mode and casual mode," Mistress said, counting them off on her fingers. "Each of the three modes is very different and is suitable for a variety of situations. You will have a trial weekend without punishment. Then one with punishment, but greatly reduced from the normal. In addition, I have some documentation that covers everything I am going to tell you today, which I will give you when you leave on Sunday. You will need to make sure you are intimately familiar with all the rules before your second weekend if you wish to go unpunished." I just continued to watch Mistress, waiting for her to continue.

"Of the three modes, casual is the easiest to learn. Casual mode is basically how you are in your everyday life. Casual mode applies at all times in the library and your bedroom, as well as out in public, unless we have predetermined you will be in one of the other modes. Does that make sense?"

"So basically, casual mode is just plain old Edward and Bella," I clarified.

"Yes, exactly. Okay, on the opposite end of the spectrum is slave mode. It is the most restrictive and has a substantial list of rules. This is the mode I want to work on with you this weekend. Lastly, before I go into detail of what slave mode entails, service mode is pretty much somewhere in between casual and slave modes. The rules that govern service mode will make much more sense once I have explained slave mode." My heart was racing in anticipation. "Before I move on, do you have any questions?"

"No, Mistress, not really, except which mode am I currently in?"

"That is actually the next thing I was going to explain. Unless told otherwise, in this house, except for your bedroom and the library, you are in service mode. When I want you to change modes, I will issue the command 'slave now' and you are too immediately change modes." I was beginning to think things were going to get very complicated. I just waited for Mistress to continue, knowing she would tell me to speak if she wanted me to.

"Okay, so let me go through the rules of slave mode, and then we will discuss the details of how things will work."

I listened as Mistress explained that the first rule of slave mode is that it is a silent mode. That meant that I was not allowed to talk to anyone, even myself, unless given permission. "The exception," she said, "is if, for some reason, you need to urgently tell me something and cannot wait until I ask you to speak. In that instance you will say 'Mistress talk' then wait for me to give you permission to speak."

The second rule was that I was to be naked at all times. I had to say the thought of being naked twenty-four hours a day rather freaked me out, especially the idea of being naked while cooking. Mistress explained that on occasion in slave mode I would be given clothes to wear, and that under no circumstances was anyone to remove those clothes but her. I hoped that when we discussed the implication of the rules that I may be able to negotiate an apron for duties like cleaning and cooking.

The next rule was pretty easy, it was that I was only ever to refer to Bella as Mistress or Ma'am. Seeing as I was already referring to her almost constantly as Mistress, I didn't think that would be too hard to continue.

"On top of calling me Mistress or Ma'am," she said, "if I give you an instruction or order, you are always to respond in the same manner, and that is 'Yes Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am.'" I couldn't believe the ache I felt in the pit of my stomach at having to say that phrase; the very idea seemed to give me a semi. I hoped to God that I didn't spend all my time at the house naked with a hard-on.

"Okay, rule number four is probably going to be the hardest on you. You require my permission to do everything. This mean no eating, drinking, using the bathroom or using furniture or electronic equipment without my permission or instruction to do so. There are a few exceptions. You are allowed to drink as much water as you require to keep yourself hydrated. Also, you can use an alarm clock when needed to make sure you are on time to complete your tasks. The last exception is that when you are cooking, you can use whatever equipment you require to make a meal without asking permission to use each item." As I thought about what Mistress told me, a little panic started to sink in. I hoped she wasn't going to have me in slave mode very often because I got the feeling I wasn't cut out for it.

"Now, Edward, I know that bathroom use is a soft limit for you. I would like you to try it initially and if it becomes too hard, we can negotiate to change it." I suspected the look on my face told her that I was not looking forward to having to ask permission to go to the toilet, but I was slowly coming to the realisation that I would do anything she asked of me. My desire to do anything and everything that Mistress asked of me seemed to grow every second I spent in her presence.

"Okay, the last rule of slave mode is called presenting. What I mean by presenting is that whenever I enter a room that you are in you are to present yourself to me. Likewise, if you join me in a room that I am already in you are to present yourself. You may wonder what I mean by present. Well, I will show you." Mistress got out of her chair and knelt on the floor with her knees together, head bowed and hands held out palm up as if holding something in offering.

"This is your presentation position. Whenever I enter a room, you are to immediately cease what you are doing and assume this position. You are then to remain in this position until I issue the command 'continue,' and then you can get back to whatever you were doing before I entered."

Mistress then went on to explain that if I entered a room she was in and she was seated, then I was to assume my presentation position, next to her left foot. If I entered a room she was in and she was standing, then I was to present in the doorway until I was acknowledged. The more Mistress explained the rules of the slave mode, the more I realised just how much concentration and awareness would be required.

"Okay, those are the rules of slave mode. Do you have any questions?"

"Yes, Mistress, although I would probably say they are more queries than questions."

"Proceed."

"Mistress, I would like it if it would be possible to negotiate some exceptions to the rules." She looked at me, telling me to continue. "Well, first I was wondering if it would be possible to be allowed an apron when cooking and cleaning, to protect myself from harm. I would hate for the parts of me that bring my Mistress pleasure to get damaged, whether from something hot in the kitchen or from caustic chemicals in the cleaners."

"I think that can be agreed upon." She smiled at me and I wondered what kind of frilly apron her devious mind was planning for me.

"Okay, secondly I was hoping to negotiate use of my phone. As CEO of a company, I need to be available for any emergencies that may arise outside of business hours. I understand that I can't just drop everything and answer the phone, but maybe as long as I know it has rung, I could be given permission to return the call."

I could see Mistress was thinking it over. Eventually she responded. "Okay, I think probably the easiest way would be for me to carry your phone for you; if it rings I will check the caller ID. If you are with me and I feel it is necessary for you to answer the phone, permission will be given. However, phone calls may only be taken in the library or your room. Whenever you are heading to the library or your room, you may ask for your phone and you have free use of it in those rooms. If the phone rings and I feel that it is a disruption and you cannot answer it at that time, I will allow you to return the call as soon as is convenient. Does all of that sound fair?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"So, before we start practicing the implementation of slave mode, I would like you to give me a brief summary of the rules that I have just described to you."

"Rule one – I am not allowed to speak unless given permission to do so. Rule Two – I must be naked at all times. Rule three – I may only call you Mistress or Ma'am. Rule four – I require your permission to do everything, except drink. Rule five – I must assume my presentation position whenever you or I enter one another's presence."

"Very good. Glad to see you were actually paying attention."

"Always, Mistress."

"So, having explained the rules for slave mode I can now explain service mode. In service mode, you are allowed to speak whenever you wish outside the playroom, but you must always call me Mistress or Ma'am, and you must always talk to me with respect. Except when I tell you not to, you are allowed to wear clothes, and although you are not required to present whenever I enter the room, you are required to always greet me." As I listened to her explain service mode I realised that it was pretty much what I had been doing as her sub already.

"Now, in a few minutes I will be issuing the command to put you into slave mode. You will remain in slave mode for the rest of the weekend. This is your trial weekend in slave mode, so any mistakes you make will not be punished. However, you should note that I will call you out on every mistake you make. When I give you the command, you are to immediately remove your clothes and then assume your presentation position. Do you have any more questions before I put you into slave mode?"

"No, Mistress." She looked at me almost as if she was interrogating me, trying to see if I was hiding anything by reading my facial expressions.

I guessed she found what she was looking for, because next thing I knew Mistress said in her authoritative voice, "Slave now."

I immediately went into action, doing as she had instructed and removing all my clothes, putting them in a neat pile on the floor and then assuming my presentation position.

I don't know how long I knelt there, but I know it was a while, because nearly every muscle in my body was killing me from holding the same position for what seemed like hours.

Finally, Mistress spoke. "Stand, Pet."

I did as she ordered, letting the new nickname she had given me sink in. Pet. It was the first time she had called me that, and in that moment that was exactly what I felt like, her pet, her plaything to do with as she wished.

"Pet, I want you to go to the kitchen and get a bottle of water and return to me with the bottle."

"Yes Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am." I hurried down to the kitchen, relieved to be doing something other than kneeling on the floor.

As I returned to the playroom, I suddenly realised I wasn't exactly sure what to do. I knew I had to present myself to Mistress, but what was I supposed to do with the bottle of water? I couldn't assume the proper presentation position and still hold the bottle of water. I decided to place the water on the floor next to me. The tone of voice Mistress used when she started speaking made me think I had made the wrong decision.

"Edward, why is my bottle of water on the floor?"

"I wasn't sure what to do with it, Mistress."

"What if I had sent you to get me a sandwich? Would you have put that on the floor?"

"No, Mistress."

"For this weekend, if you are unsure you are to ask. This is your learning phase, so I will not punish you for speaking without permission. But for future reference, food and drink should never be put on the floor, and in this instance the correct thing would have been to continue to hold the bottle in one hand as you got into your position."

"Yes, Mistress, thank you for clarifying that."

"You're welcome, Edward. Now please bring me the bottle of water then assume your waiting position."

I started to stand to bring Mistress the bottle when she stopped me. "Did I say you could stand, Edward?"

"No, Mistress."

With that admonishment, I picked up the bottle of water and then crawled over to Mistress. I don't think I had ever felt so under someone's control as I did crawling across the floor naked and hard as granite like some horny fucking dog.

I handed Mistress the bottle of water then assumed my waiting position. After about ten minutes Mistress dismissed me, telling me that the rest of my afternoon was free to do what I wished but that she must know where I was and what I was doing at all times. She would have dinner ready a six pm sharp and I was to be in the kitchen on time or I would be punished.

As I turned to walk out, Mistress called out one last instruction, "Don't forget your rules, Pet."


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