Hatsuharu turned away, and headed for the kitchen. Tohru followed.
"I did not say you could move," Hatsuharu said sternly when he heard the click of her heeled boots on the tile.
"Hatsuharu!" Tohru yelped, and he spun around to face her. The fire in his eyes told her more than she wanted to know. Biting her lower lip, Tohru turned around and slowly made her way back to her place in front of the coffee table.
Hatsuharu returned to the coffee table also. "Maybe I am wrong in thinking you are ready for this evening," Hatsuharu stated, his irritation obvious. Tohru cast her eyes to the floor. "That was the third mistake you've made since you have been here, actually in the last hour. Do you have an explanation?"
"I am trying to stay focused, Master. It is the excitment of being with you and the anticipation of tonights events," Tohru answered, her head lowered in shame.
"Your excitment and anticipation need to be controlled. Your training has been virtually without physical discipline or punishment, possibly now is the time for you to comprehend the meaning of the words."
"If that would help me to stay focused, Master, then please teach me," Tohru begged. "I do so wish to accompany you this evening."
Hatsuharu stood over her, silently deciding his next move. "Get on your knees on the coffee table," he directed sternly. Tohru responded immediately, and without looking up she positioned herself on her knees at the edge of the low wood table. "Now, place your nose on the surface of the table."
Tohru leaned forward, supporting herself by placing her hands on the table, and placed her nose on the smooth surface.
"Spread your knees apart."
Tohru cautiously separated her knees, barely exposing her neatly shaved pussy from under her white suede skirt. Hatsuharu moved to her rear and tapped his finger to the inside of her knees. Tohru continued to inch her knees apart until Hatsuharu indicated for her to stop.
Hatsuharu placed his hands on her thighs, skimming them upward, pushing her skirt up over her back. His gentle touch caressed her rounded ass cheeks.
"Tohru, I want you to release the table and balance yourself in this position by extending your arms out from your sides." As Tohru complied her forehead and shins bumped the table, stablizing her. She could hear Hatsuharu leave the room, but she remained stationary.
"Only your nose and knees are to touch the table," he ordered, returning with two yardsticks, each mounted on a wide board to hold them upright. "Your arms are to be extended and your hands are not to drop below the tape I have placed on each yardstick."
"Hatsuharu," Tohru whimpered.
"Tohru, be still," Hatsuharu ordered sharply. "You must concentrate on only two things. Maintaining your balance and keeping your hands above the tape."
"Yes, Master."
"If your hands go below the tape, I will assist in refocusing your thoughts," he concluded. "If I am going to take you with me tonight, I will be absolutely sure your thoughts are focused."
Tohru swayed back and forth, managing to keep her hands above the tape and maintain her balance. Hatsuharu seated himself on the sofa behind her and began to leaf through a magazine. While Tohru balanced her mind wandered back to the first time Hatsuharu had disciplined her; it had taken place while Shigure, Yuki, and Kyou had gone out of town, each to visit their respective girlfriends.
He had set patterns of instructions for her which he felt she had become too comfortable with. Instead of listening to his instructions, she had begun pre-guessing what he would say.
That evening he had instructed her not to answer the phone at all the next day, no matter how long it rang, and had given her a reprieve from reciting her rules before retiring. He did instruct her though to recite them the next morning, nude, breast thrust forward, fingers locked behind her back and sitting indian fashion in the middle of her living room.
The next evening when the phone rang all Hatsuharu said when she answered was,
*There is a package for you at the back door,* and hung up.
Confused, Tohru hurried to the back door and sure enough a meidum sized packaged, wrapped in brown paper was on the porch. Taking it to her room, Tohru removed the envelope from the top and opened it.
Slave,
You have not been listening to me, and I am not at all happy with you. Enclosed are the items needed for your first lesson in discipline. I expectyou to follow directions to the letter. If you do not, punishment will follow.
Open the Box
Master
Tohru opened the box and found a list of items enclosed.
1 pair seven inch heels
1 two inch wide leather collar
1 leather harness bra and posture strap
1 six inch wide leather belt w/wrist stra ps attached
7 minature silver locks
Below the list Hatsuharu had written, *Remove all your clothing and lock every item enclosed in place.* As the last lock clicked, Tohru saw one final note taped to the bottom of the box. With her wrists strapped to her side, Tohru struggled to retrieve the note. Slowly working the folds apart she smoothed it open on the table.
Slave,
You must listen when I speak to you. You must hear my words and only my words. I do not like repeating myself and I explicitly mean what I say. You have taken for granted your daily rituals would not change. I changed them last evening.
You were not to answer the phone today
You were not to recite your directives last evening
You were to recite them this morning in a new position
Rin will be by to release you at her instructed time.
Master
"OooooWwwww!" Tohru screamed. Her forehead thumping the wood as one hand grabbed the table, and the other hand grabbed her ass. Hatsuharu's stiff leather stap left a two inch mark across her bare bottom.
"Your hands were below the tape," Hatsuharu informed her. "Resume your position."
"Master, that hurt," Tohru cried, rubbing her bottom.
"I imagine it did. If your hands drop below the tape, I will remind you again. You are to focus on only two things. Maintaining your balance and keeping your hands above the tape."
"Yes, Master," Tohru whispered, slowly returning to her balanced position.
"Whenever I remind you, you are not to grab the table or your bottom. If you do, I will administer another."
"Yes, Master."
Tohru breathed evenly, teetering ever so slightly as she concentrated on her outstretched arms. Eventually, thoughts of how long she must endure and how she could possibly please her Master in this position, invaded her concentration.
'Just like my first first lesson,' she thought.
That time her hands were strapped to her side, if she sat down the restrictive six inch belt pinched her. She couldn't bend over with the posture stap attached to her collar and the wide belt. Her feet hurt from the overly high heels and her breast were squeezed together and thrust forward in that silly harness.
"Oooowwww!" she screamed, and grabbed the table. "Ooowww!" she screamed again and quickly extended her arms, losing her balance. Hatsuharu's strong hands caught her waist as she fell forward.
"Thank you, Master," Tohru whispered, and again extended her arms.
Hatsuharu watched, and within minutes Tohru's fingertips began to sink closer and closer to the tape.
"Tohru, what is the purpose of this lesson?" Hatsuharu patiently questioned.
"To focus my thoughts, Master."
"Why must your thoughts be focused?"
"So that I may accompany you this evening, Master."
"Good girl," Hatsuharu's warm voice praised.
Tohru's hands again rose above the tape. As with her first lesson, just the sound of Hatsuharu's voice gave her renewed strength. That first time his reassuring voice had spoke to her over the answering machine.
She had been awake most of the night, unable to get comfortable in her bonded state. She had only had chips for supper, since she was unable to operate the stove. She had been shivering since early morning, and couldn't even get into a hot tub with those blasted heels locked to her aching feet. She had finally been reduced to tears as the house phone started to ring, unable to do anything more than listen as the machine picked up.
"Tohru," Hatsuharu's gentle voice spoke her name. "Are you listening to me."
Just a few words from her Master had given her the strength to endure until Rin arrived to release her.
"OoooWwww!"
"Tohru, Concentrate!" Hatsuharu snapped, applying the strap a second time as she prevented herself from falling forward.
Once repositioned Hatsuharu released her. Angry with herself Tohru thumped her forehead purposely against the wood.
"Stop it," Hatsuharu ordered harshly.
"No," Tohru cried. "Oooowwww! Ooooowwwww! Hatsuharu, I stopped! I stopped!" she screamed as Hatsuharu's firm grip prevented her from falling or escaping.
An hour later, Hatsuharu slid the leather paddle back into it's sleeve along the side of his boot. Tohru remained balanced with only her nose and knees touching the table.
"Tohru," Hatsuharu spoke gently. "Are you listening to me?"
"Yes, Master."
"Tonight at the Citadel you will do exactly as I say and you will not speak the entire time we are there."
"Yes, Master," she answered without moving a muscle.
A moment later, Tohru felt the loving touch of her master's hands on her warm bottom. His strap had left it's mark on the back of each of her legs, and her ass cheeks were reddened but not bruised. Hatsuharu tenderly kissed each hot cheek then straightened her white suede skirt. Hatsuharu placed his hands on Tohru's hips, drawing her back against himself.
"Tohru," he sighed heavily. "You may not call me Hatsuharu." Tohru lost her balance, but her Master's hands were supporting her securely. "Come on, you may stand up now," he instructed guiding her back, allowing her to lean against him until her feet were steady.
Tohru regained her footing, straightened her clothes and fixed her blue eyes, brimming with tears, on the third button of Hatsuharu's shirt.
"Are you all right?" Hatsuharu asked.
"Yes, Master. I am fine," she answered, her voice barely a whisper. Hatsuharu slipped his hand through the mass of brown hair at the base of her neck drawing her to him. As his lips touched her forehead, tears splashed passed her dark lashes.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Hatsuharu remained with his lips pressed to her forehead a moment longer. He was remembering the excitment he felt everytime she spoke his name.
Suddenly he stiffened, remembering his responsibilities. He is the Master, and Tohru must remember this. She is his slave, whether she likes being referred to as slave or not, she must submit. He is responsible for both their lives and desires, and he must remember this above all else.
"Come Precious, it's time for us to leave."
Head bowed, hands clasped behind her back, Tohru silently followed Hatsuharu through the house, stopping several steps behind him at the door to the garage. When he opened the door, cold winter air rushed in, sending chill bumps over her exposed skin. Tohru only hoped he would offer her a coat. The short shoulder cape she now wore could hardly be called covering. The flimsy lace material hung just an inch passed the half cup bra of her corset.
"It's really cold out tonight," Hatsuharu commented quickly shrugging into his leather jacket.
"Yes, Master, very cold," Tohru answered quietly, without looking up.
"If you do not ask me for a coat, I will assume you do not want one," Hatsuharu remarked and stepped into the garage. Tohru defiantly bit her lower lip and followed him out the door. In one fluid motion, Hatsuharu pivoted on the ball of his foot drawing the leather paddle from it's sleeve as he turned.
"May I have a coat," Tohru blurted out. She saw the muscle at the back of his jaw tighten as their eyes met. "Please Master," she whispered, and her mischievous blue eyes sparkled.
Caught off guard by the look in her eyes, Hatsuharu pushed the paddle back into the boot sleeve. Crossing the garage, he removed his oilskin duster from the hanger, and held it open for Tohru. He watched as she slipped her slender arms down the sleeves, then lifting her brown hair over the collar he adjusted the shoulders. Still standing behind her while Tohru adjusted the front of the heavy coat, Hatsuharu's hands found their way to her up thrust breast, firmly held in place by the corset. Gently grasping her breast he pulled Tohru back against himself.
"Mmmm Hatsuharu," she breathed, and felt his cock stiffen, "your hands are warm."
"Tohru," he murmured mindfully, tightening his fingers around her breast.
"Yes Master," she whispered. "I am very focused."
Hatsuharu smiled to himself, and teasingly traced his fingers down the ribbing of the corset. "Tonight my Pet, I shall have my way with you," he whispered into her hair. Tohru could feel his hot breath against her ear as Hatsuharu's fingers slipped between her legs. And cupping her pussy in his hand he forced her ass tightly into his groin, "Tonight, my Pet."
Hatsuharu opened the passenger door of his 300 XLS, allowing Tohru to slid comfortably onto the leather seat. Tohru was silent as Hatsuharu drove up the freeway ramp, her thoughts drifting back to a conversation they had shared months earlier.
"Hatsuharu," Tohru had implored on that warm summer evening. "May I ask a question?"
"Certainly."
"We have been speaking nightly for over a month," she began. "And I enjoy you calling, even look forward to it." She paused a long moment looking for the right words.
"And..." Hatsuharu's masculine voice urged.
"And... well..." she took a deep breath, "what kind of relationship is there between us?"
"I am to be your Master and you my Slave," Hatsuharu informed her calmly. "I have been waiting until you were comfortable in asking me, before I moved further into the relationship."
"Oh," she breathed, momentarily startled by his answer.
"From today forward, I will begin your training. You will listen to me, and you will do as I say. I in turn, will care and provide for you completely."
"Oh," she repeated, almost embarrassed at how happy that made her.
"Your training, for the time being, will be conducted by phone, mail, and through female associates of mine, when the situation requires it."
"Oh."
"Tohru, say more than 'oh', or I will hang up," Hatsuharu said sternly.
"What about when we are around other people?" Tohru asked softly. "How will we act?"
"To those outside of our world, it will not be obvious, if we act slightly different. However, you must first learn to listen to my voice and respond accordingly to my tone, whether it be, stern, encouraging, ordering, soothing, or angry."
"Oh."
"Slave," Hatsuharu's voice became harsh. "You will do as I say, without hesitation. I will discipline or punish you, as I see fit, for mistakes, disobedience and to re-enforce the fact that I am the Master. Now, if you say 'oh' one more time, I will punish you."
"Yes Sir," Tohru whispered. "Hatsuharu?"
"Yes, Slave."
"I do not like being called slave," she said quietly.
"I see," he chuckled softly. "And what would you like me to call you?"
Tohru smiled to herself, remembering the short list of names Hatsuharu had allowed. Although, anytime he felt he needed to get his point across he referred to her as slave and insisted she call him master. At the thought of Hatsuharu getting his point across, Tohru's bottom tightened, remembering the recent sting of his leather paddle.
"Tohru," Hatsuharu's voice interrupted her thoughts. "You are very quiet. Is there something on your mind?"
"No Master," Tohru responded, and unconsciously her brow furrowed.
Hatsuharu eased the car into the flow of traffic in the right lane and set the cruise control. Tohru was fidgeting in the seat, absent-mindedly twisting a thread from the liner of the oilskin duster.
"Tohru, what are you thinking about?" Hatsuharu asked.
Tohru's shoulders lifted in a half shrug as she sighed.
"Tohru..." Hatsuharu drawled insistently.
"What are you going to call me tonight?"
Hatsuharu looked over at her. She had quit figeting, her shoulders had tensed and her blue eyes stared at her lap.
"My Pet," he answered reassuringly.
"Thank you," she breathed, and her shoulders relaxed.