It's interesting how depressing this chapter can be when you know what's coming in the next chapter. Everyone enjoy this while it lasts! *Sniff*

On the other hand, through me changing my mind like I do, chapter 42 went from being the last chapter to the first foursome! (All guys, BTW) Such fun to write! :D

Thanks for all the reviews last chapter! It was great to get so much feedback!

Sonic Winchester- Yeah, it's just too bad this is about it for them...

I-heart-Sesshoumaru13- Oh no! It wasn't Cocoa Pebbles was it? I never want to be the one responsible for their loss!

Lavendor Queen- Yeah, Mattie's hot, but Ivan and Gil and Roderich, and Ludwig... (Turns into a giggling ball of happy) Why are all the guys in this show so fucking HOT?!

Anywho, on with the show!

Disclaimer- Roderich sure knows how to play with that wand!

Chapter 35

She had only been halfway trained. He knew she'd had some training when she called him Master like that, and after he thought about it, he realized that was probably a lot of her problems, she'd married a man who wanted a slave, but didn't know how to train her, so he beat her psychologically instead, making her less likely to fight back.

He knew when he handed her a cup. She took it and looked at him curiously, but didn't say a word with the look he was giving her. He was appraising her, and she knew it. He held his hand out and she casually handed it back, still looking at him with wonder.

She was taught not to question the Master, but not to look at his hand and the cup when handing it back. Her eyes never left his, and the cup had been placed between his middle and ring finger. He looked down at the picnic basket as he tossed a few more things inside. "Do you want me to train you? I can tell it was started, but never finished." Roderich's voice held an interest and Jasmin looked up at him, paled, then blushed horribly.

"What about Ivan and Gil? Would they... help?"

"If you want them to. I thought it might be interesting, since we are a four person couple. Just remember, it's what you feel comfortable with." He tried to keep the hope out of his voice. He'd always wanted someone to say yes to this question, but he'd only really been with Hungary, and she was one hundred percent not interested.

"I'll give it a try, alright?" She looked up and covered her mouth. "But no humiliation. I can't do that again."

"I would never." He smiled and brushed his thumb over her cheek.

After this morning, he found it amazing she still blushed at him. He chuckled softly as he finished packing the bag. He took her hand and they went to an area in his yard, far enough from the house that they wouldn't be watched, but close enough that it wouldn't take too long if they needed to get back for some reason.

Jasmin sat comfortably in the sunlight. She loved the feeling of the light on her skin as she sipped her coffee with a soft smile. "If we're going to start on this, we should go over some rules." Roderich said and looked over as Jasmin smiled softly and nodded. He couldn't help but chuckle as her cheeks turned pink. "I already know no humiliation, and as you said at the first meeting, no dogs or anything with the word 'Sport' in it." He watched as she grinned.

"Yeah, just not my thing." She blushed and slid her hand over her mouth.

"No hiding your mouth." He said and she sat up, her eyes wide.

"Yes, Master." She bowed, but lifted her head back up so that he could see.

"That's not a permanent thing. I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you, and that little gesture is too cute. I can't pay attention when you do that."

"Yes, Master." She said again and blushed even brighter. He watched as her hands clasped together to keep from raising over her mouth.

"Now, I can't see all of your memories. The main ones, it seems mostly negative, I can see clearly, but I know I'm missing a lot. What was the... hardest you've ever gone through, sexually?"

"Do you mean in general, or actual intercourse?" She asked, her cheeks burning brighter, and though she kept her face up and uncovered, her eyes shifted away. This was entirely too uncomfortable for her, and he didn't want that.

"In general, and you can cover your face if you feel you need to. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He watched as she covered her face with both hands and brought her knees up as well, hiding her face behind all of her body she could fit there. He honestly hadn't realized how sensitive to things like this she was.

"I was chained to a wall for about two hours and beaten with a cat o' nine tails. Ended out wearing out his hand." She mumbled and her eyes peeked out over her fingers, looking up into his.

"That sounds horrible." He went to reach out to her, but his hand stilled when he noticed the look on her face.

Her hands slid down, her head cocked to the side in a move he'd only seen a few times, but he swore was her cutest expression. "But... it was amazing." She said, her voice sounding breathy, and Roderich had to will himself to sit still, not to jump her. "I love the feeling of the leather stinging against my back. It's both arousing and... meditation. Especially with a blindfold, you can really concentrate on the feeling against your skin, the beat. It's like being someone else's musical instrument. Someone else's drum. When they play with you, it isn't just fun, it's stringing everything together to make something more." She said and watched as Roderich's eyes stayed focused on her.

His eyes were wide, his cheeks red. Two thoughts ran through his head.

Why had he not realized the girls in Ludwig's videos might actually enjoy their treatment? When they cried out, when they writhed, maybe it wasn't always in agony.

Second, he needed to find out how to play like that. He'd never really thought much about that kind of thing, but now that she'd made it musical, he had to learn.

He pulled out his phone and set a reminder to look up clubs that might teach him in the area. "Do you have any other rules? Especially ones that might revolve around three guys at the same time?" He was wondering how she thought she'd fare in a foursome, and was almost relieved when she shook her head no.

"My only other thought, nothing too public. I get really nervous in public." She looked up and her shy side came back in and she blushed and covered her mouth again.

She found herself on her back, her hands pinned above her head. Roderich shifted so both of her wrists were on one hand and slowly ran his other hand over her chest, his lips pressed to hers. She let out a surprised gasp, but didn't fight back. His hands slid down her, popping off the buttons, though neither of them really even realized it. He tore the pants off of her and ripped the clothing beneath away. He tossed the cloth off to the side and ran his hands over her skin.

This was the most exposed Jasmin had ever been, and she blushed at feeling so exposed, but she also realized they were in his private area. They were alone.

She was alone with him like this.

The thought alone elicited a soft mew from the girl and a low growl escaped his throat as his lips moved down her neck. She shifted, her hips resting now on his lap and she could feel him already press against her through his jeans. She writhed at his touch, her cheeks reddening, her lips trembling.

"What do you want?" Roderich asked, seeing her face.

"I want to touch you." She said, and he looked over, surprised. He was surprised when she sat up, a look took over her face that he'd never seen, and he was pushed to his back. She undid the buttons on his shirt with her teeth.

Roderich was pretty sure that was the hottest thing he'd ever seen in real life. She ran her hands over his chest, sliding his undershirt from him and he reached down for her, surprised when her hands grasped his wrists. She sat up and straddled his hips, pressing his hands to the ground and looked him in the eye with a look that told him to obey. "Don't move them yet."

She didn't wait for an answer as she lowered her head to his chest, licking and nipping at his chest. Roderich struggled to keep his hands to the blanket. She scooted back and slowly slid his boots, then his pants before his boxers fell away and he was laying in the same state of dress as her. "Such a beautiful form." Her eyes widened as she looked him over, a dark grin lighting her lip and Roderich felt like his pulse would force his heart to erupt from his chest. Her fingers ran down the center of his chest, then over the sensitive skin between his legs and she gasped, looking him over. She hadn't gotten to really see earlier, so she was surprised that this thing would fit in her at all! She ran her tongue over the tip and pressed her breasts around him, watching his face as she pressed harder, making sure to offer enough pressure. It was only a few seconds til he let out a whimper and Jasmin grinned. "Such an extravagant sound..." She slowly licked, kissed and bit up him til she was straddling his hips again. She watched his face look up to her, shocked and captivated. She grinned as she ran her nails down his arms. Not enough to break skin, but the sensation was strong, especially when she started shifting her hips. Feeling the moisture from her was enough to cause Roderich to whimper and Jasmin leaned down, her lips right beside his ear. "What do you want?" She grinned and Roderich couldn't help but suppress a chuckle as his arms surrounded her and he flipped, so he was laying above her, again pinning her arms to the blanket.

"I want to look down at you, to see you with the light shining against your beautiful face." He smiled brightly, and the power struggle was over. She stared up at him with wide eyes, shining with unshed tears. "Why are there tears in your eyes?"

"How are you so beautiful?" She asked, her hand trailed up to his face and she caressed his cheek. He took her hand and gently kissed each finger before leaning down and kissing her.

"Do you want me?" He asked through kisses and she smiled.

"Of course." She reached up and ran her hands over his arms as he shifted his hips and gently slid into her.

She gasped at the sensation. Her arms flew around his neck and he kissed her stronger, more passionately.

Roderich pulled her up and sat her on his lap, shifting his hips and making her shift hers to go against him. The feeling, the friction was strong with the way he was doing things and she ended out grasped to his back, her fingers clenched against him.

He could feel the skin break. He didn't even mind it. It was amazing, how this little touch of pain made everything so sweeter.

So that's what she'd meant.

He could feel himself grow closer as her teeth made their way to his neck. She bit and sucked and he was sure he'd end out with a love bite, but he couldn't even be mad. He wrapped his arms tightly around her as he reached his end, feeling her press in on him. So they'd went at the same time.

He couldn't help the feeling that this was some sort of fate.

They ended out chatting in the yard for another half hour before going into the house.

Jasmin only wore Roderich's shirt, but had to hold it closed as her chest didn't properly fit in this one, and her hips wouldn't fit in his jeans. Roderich wore his jeans and boxers, and apologized for her clothing every step back up to the bedroom to get changed.

She was supposed to get in a shower.

Instead they got in round 3.

They were actually able to start on the training on the next day, after the two had finally gotten all of their tension out of the way. He made sure to keep her satiated in every way. She was always smiling. She was always happy. But she didn't feel like she was learning anything. On the last day, after six days of work (And a whole lot of play, ) Jasmin bowed low at his feet. He watched her, worried over how this was going. She hadn't done something like this before. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be much of a slave."

"Why would you think that?" Roderich asked, curiosity showing through the worry.

"It's been a whole week and I don't think I've learned anything."

"Pass me my glass." Roderich said and Jasmin did as she was told. Though he shifted his hand just before the stem was put through the fingers, it still ended out properly in his hand. "Now, tell me why you don't think you'd be a good slave." He watched as her eyes turned, showing curiosity at his repetition. "You've handed me my glass, you didn't almost spill it like you did on your first night here. You're much more honest with yourself about what you want than you were a week ago, and I think I may finally be working on that self esteem issue you have." He watched as her eyes shone, thinking over his words. "Do you wish to continue?"

"I do." She said and Roderich smiled at her, lifting her up and sat her comfortably on his lap.

"Are you worried others may find out?" He asked softly, running his hand over her hair and Jasmin nodded.

"I don't want them to worry about me, or be angry at you." She nuzzled into his neck and Roderich smiled softly at her.

"Don't worry. As long as Gil and Ivan don't say anything, and honestly, I think they'll be more likely to join in, we'll all be fine." He decided to keep the fact that he'd signed up for Dominatrix training a secret. He smiled when he thought about seeing that bright smile she shared with him that second day. "Just remember not to show that cute face to anyone else, alright?" He gave her a strict look and she sat still, eyes wide. She'd come to know that face held a low level of anger.

"Yes, Master."

"And who may you call Master?"

"Only Ivan, Gilbert, and You, Master." Her hands clasped to the front of his shirt. She leaned her head against his shoulder and offered a shaking sigh. He held her close.

"Are you alright, Mein leibe?"

"I don't want to go." She pressed her eyes to his shoulder to hide her tears.

"Do you want to call the contest off, then?" Even he hated himself for asking this, as he knew what her answer would be. He was being overly hopeful.

"No. But... it'll be lonely without you." She kissed his cheek and Roderich could only smile, but he really hated this whole situation.

"I don't want to let you go either. I'd be content the rest of my life, just me and you." He looked into her eyes and she nodded, crying a little harder. "Don't be like that. Go pack a bag. You can leave anything big here. I'll make sure to add to it while you're gone, so after this is all over, when you come to my house, you'll have anything you could need." He stood with her and pulled her in, kissing her gently.

This was going to be the hardest three months of his life.

It was two hours later they were at the airport. Jasmin turned to him, watching his hair float on the breeze. His eyes looked her over in a short white sundress with white sandals. She hadn't wanted them, but seeing how her clothing kept disappearing or getting ruined, he'd ordered a few things for her. They arrived yesterday, just before the stress of moving again started to set in.

Now she was on her way to Greece.

And Roderich was staying behind. She kissed him softly and pressed her forehead to his.

"Goodbye, Master."

"Goodbye, Mein Liebe. I'll miss you."

"Wait, WHAT?!" Jasmin stood up straight, her eyes as wide as saucers.

Oh, hell no.

Her head slowly turned, seeing Alfred standing at the top of the stairs, staring at the two of them with a horrified expression. "Halt the departure!" Alfred yelled and stomped down the stairs, grabbing both of the mortified people below and dragged them up into the plane. After forcing out all of the staff, he closed the door.

"What in the hell did you just call him?" Alfred yelled, his face turning red as he pointed. Jasmin couldn't tell if it was embarrassment or anger.

"He's... my Master." Jasmin looked up at Alfred with her pleading eyes.

'Please don't kill us... please don't kill us...'

"Please tell me this is just some sex thing, and it won't be a major thing." Alfred clasped his fingers over his nose and Jasmin looked at him.

"Still bummed out I haven't made it up to you yet for training Riki?" Jasmin grinned and Roderich looked at her with shock.

Her self esteem was definitely improving!

"Unless something changes, Roderich, Gilbert and Ivan are all my masters, but I'll play with you, if you want." She grinned and Roderich rolled his eyes.

Just the prospect of someone else was turning her on. He could see the pink in her cheeks.

"Who all are you seeing this time around?" Roderich asked, holding his head high and looked down as Jasmin tried to remember.

"It's Austria, Greece, Rome and Estonia before heading to Norway."

Rome. Roderich frowned. "Here. Each guy now has a new responsibility. You're going to be a slave, act like one. Alfred, I'm giving this to you til Greece. Give it to Heracles. It's a promise to be a good Master to her. He'll have to give it to Lovino. I'm not sure if I trust him with it, or with her."

"He'll be better than last time, I know." Jasmin sighed and looked over at the bracelet he'd decided to make a promise. She didn't know if she really did trust him with it.

She was charmed by him, and scared of him at the same time.

"Are you sure this is alright?" Jasmin asked and Roderich nodded.

"If you don't feel comfortable about something, just take the bracelet back. It's really yours after all. If you have to take it away, give it to someone else you know you can trust. Leave where you are and get to someone you can give it to, alright?"

It dawned on Alfred what he was doing. He was setting safety rules for her, something he really hadn't done.

"Alright." Jasmin nuzzled into Roderich's chest and gave him one last kiss before Alfred opened the door to allow the staff back on. Roderich walked down the stairs with a grin.

This was going to be interesting.

Meanwhile, Alfred stared at the girl, seated in the cushy chair staring at his wrist with interest and curiosity.

"So... are you going to command me?"

"To do what? What am I supposed to do with a slave, exactly?"

"Well, I'd start with payback." She grinned and Alfred sat up, surprised he could get hard that fast.

And guess where the next chapter starts? Mwahahaha! If I get another three chapters within 12 hours like Yesterday, I'll post an extra chapter!

Bis Dann!

Jaßmin