Trained for Sin

Chapter 2: A dungeon?

Dallas led me into the room. I was so shocked, so absolutely terrified that I
couldn't think, couldn't even struggle. When I had finally shaken off my shock I realized how completely relaxed he was now. It was like he was a whole different person as soon as he walked through the door. Immediately he was calm and controlled like there was nothing that could disrupt his demeanor. As I realized this my whole body seemed to relax.
If he was in complete control then I had no need to worry about a bout of anger. Slowly he turned to me and I was in high alert again. He had this gleam in his eyes, I couldn't quite
figure out the meaning of but I knew it couldn't be good.
“Ok, this is how it's gonna go. When you are in this room there are rules, rules which you will follow to a tee. First, you will look only down unless otherwise instructed. Second, you will be on your knees unless tied somewhere else, you will never stand of your own accord. Third, you will not speak unless asked a question, and if you are asked a question
you will answer it quickly, truthfully, and respectfully. And finally, if you are to break any of these rules you will be punished, do you understand? Say yes Master.”
“Yes, Master,” I replied instantly, afraid of the consequences if I didn't.
“Good. Now follow.” He said as he immediately walked out of the room at a swift pace.
We walked back down the hall we came from but this time we stopped at a door I hadn't noticed before. Dallas entered the room and I followed him in. I was surprised to
find that it looked like a normal office, no whips or chains insight. I relaxed the muscles that I hadn't even known were tense. He sat down in a chair behind a large, dark oak desk.
I didn't know what to do so I just sat at his feet until he reached down and lifted my face. I looked into his eyes for a split second before hurriedly looking away.
He chuckled to himself and pulled me up onto his lap.
“Look at me,” he said with a hint of a smile in his voice. I looked up and saw that his eyes were full of great mirth. “I'm proud of you.” He laughed at the shock and surprise in my eyes.
“I know you must have questions. And they will all be answered in time. But right now I really want you to think. You may ask me any question and I will answer you fully
and truthfully, but for only one question. Pick wisely.” I sat silently for a moment though I knew instantly what I would ask.
“Why did you have to kidnap me and what is gonna happen next?” He looks at me for a moment before answering,
“Technically that's two questions, however, I think I will allow it seeing as I have put you through a lot in the last 24 hours. Let’s see, well first off we will start with why I have
to take you.”
He seemed off in a different world for a moment but quickly shook himself out of it.
“I have a debt that I must repay. The man to which I am indebted is very powerful and before he tells me what I must do to make us even I must prove that I can and will do
whatever it takes, no matter the price.”
“But what does that have to do with me? I haven't seen you since grade school!” He glared at me and I shrunk back scolding myself for my outburst.
“You better learn to control yourself, especially when I am giving you something. Anyway, as I was saying this man is very powerful. He knows about things you have never
imagined and never had a need to imagine until now.
You are the test he gave me. He knows about part of our past that you don't even know about, and don't need to know about as far as I'm concerned. I have to take you, train you, and then give you to him.” He looked at me with genuine pain and conflict in his eyes and I couldn't figure out why. Timidly I spoke,
“Ok… what does this ’training’ entail?” He couldn't look at me anymore, he looked away and began to whisper all of the horrible sounding experiences he has planned for me.
By the end, I had tears in my eyes and was sobbing quietly. He tried to put me down but I felt safe in his arms and held on like my life depended on it, which very well could have
been the case.
We just sat there, him rocking me softly in his arms until I began to doze off. He must have let me sleep for a bit because by the time I awoke the sun had set, leaving the only light in the room to be a small desk lamp. I simply laid there for a moment, trying to regain my surroundings. He must have noticed a change because as soon as I remembered where I was and what was happening he kissed my head and lowered me to the ground.
He stood and began to walk out of the room, I followed him without being told. We walked back across the house to the staircase but instead of going up he reached down and picked me up. I curled into his chest, still in the daze of sleep, as he carried me up the stairs and into his bedroom. He laid me in the bed and got in behind me. I was curious but I was so tired that I couldn't keep my eyes open. I felt him pull me close and realized that he had stripped down to his underwear but I couldn't conjure up any feeling but contentment.
The next morning I awoke to sounds coming from the bathroom. The shower was running, the sink was on, and there was a weird buzz somewhere in the room. I sat up, realizing that I wasn't tied down in any way. I was surprised but I didn't want to test his trust in me.
“Dallas?” I called out tentatively. His reply came quickly but not hurriedly,
“I'm in here” There was a pause before he sighed loudly and called out one more,
“Come on, get in here.” I got up out of the bed and wandered into the bathroom. Dallas was standing, completely naked, at the sink, shaving his morning stubble. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, the light from the window pouring golden rays onto his back putting an almost angelic aura around him.
He finished quickly and turned toward me, he leaned his hip against the sink and simply looked at me. After a moment of him remaining silent, I started to fidget. Finally,
realization dawned on me, I knew what he wanted. I sank down to my knees and put my head to the ground.
“There you go, very good.“ Came his voice from above me. I smiled softly at the praise. Suddenly a thought occurred to me, ’I want to please him’, and as soon as that thought flew through my head so did another, ‘fuck, I'm in trouble’.
He stuck out his hand to me and I took it wearily. He carefully pulled me to my feet and led me into the shower. He took the soap and put it on a loofa. He handed me the loofa
and turned around. I was entranced with his perfect, golden skin. I began running the loofa all over his broad back and shoulders. When I got to the small of his back I paused but only
for a moment before forging on. I enthusiastically washed his sculpted ass and muscular legs, all the way down to the backs of his heels. Once I was done with that side of him he
turned around to face me. I started immediately washing down his chest and torso before reaching for his cock. I took it in my hand and rubbed it down completely. Once I thought it
thoroughly cleaned and his breaths were ragged, I continued down to his legs. I washed them quickly, yet meticulously. Finally, I reached his feet, which I washed almost reverently.
He pulled me to my feet and took the loofa out of my hand. He turned me away from him and started washing me just as I had him. He worked my pussy with his hand until I was panting and could barely stand. When he was adequately pleased with his work he rinsed us both off and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it
around his waist then reached back in and took my hand, pulling me out into the warm room. He began drying me slowly, he seemed to get that far away look on his face again. He
looked up into my face and I glanced away quickly, realizing that I had been staring straight at him almost since I walked into the room. When he finished drying me I sank to my knees without prompt and kissed his feet adoringly. He patted my head almost lovingly and turned to walk out of the room. As he left he threw out behind him, “Do what you have to do and meet me in the living room when you're done.” This was the biggest test of his trust yet, not only is he letting me get ready by myself but he is also letting me leave the room on my own. I went about my business and brushed out my hair with a brush he had laid out for me. When I was content with how I looked and built up the courage to, I headed downstairs.
When I reached the top of the staircase I dropped to my knees and, as gracefully as possible, made my way down the stairs. I arrived at the bottom of the staircase and crawled
over to Dallas. He looked at me almost apologetically,
“This won't be much fun for you but I have been coddling you too much since you got here. It's time you began your training.” With a feeling of dread sitting in my stomach, I follow behind him obediently as we head back towards the dungeon, terrified now of making the wrong move and earning a punishment. We enter the room and he turns to place my collar back around my neck. Though I am still terrified of what might happen, the
act calms me slightly. He is back to being the confident, controlled dom that he becomes when he crosses the threshold of this room.
He walks across the room and takes something from the wall. He then walks to a giant toolbox in the other corner of the room and begins looking through the drawers, every once in a while he pulls something out and adds it to his pile. Once he has gone
through the whole toolbox and a few other random shelves on the wall he collects it all and puts it on a large counter against the wall to my left.
“Come.” He said and I hurried to do as I was told. He pulled me roughly by my arm up onto my feet. He gave me a moment to process what I was seeing, ropes and cuffs, gags and blindfolds, vibrators and anal plugs, and an assortment of paddles, whips, and floggers.
Once he had given me a few moments to comprehend everything I was seeing, he spoke,
“From the look on your face you have seen, used, or at least heard of most if not all of these toys. So here is your order, go through all of them and put them in order from least to most scary. This doesn't mean that I will go in that order or avoid the bad end. This is simply showing me where your mind and experience is with all aspects that we will go over while you are mine.” I nodded, I had heard of doms doing stuff like this. I approached the counter and studied what was in front of me, however, I was not expecting him to simply
leave the room, and I really didn't expect him to just leave the door wide open. I turned back to the counter and began moving pieces about.
Just as I put the last piece in place; he entered the room, the timing of that was too good. I subtly glanced around the room and saw a small red light shining dully in a dark corner in the room. I smiled to myself, ‘so, he was watching me, figures’, I had to hold in a giggle however any amusement in me dispersed immediately as Dallas pressed his naked chest against my back. He studied my work over my shoulder as he slowly ran his hands up and down my arms giving me goosebumps.
After a moment he looked down at me with a soft smile on his face. He seemed pleased with my choices. He just stood there and looked at me for a moment before speaking,
”We will start slow, but I know my own boundaries and now I have a better sense of yours… If, at any point in time, we are doing something and you really can't handle it, say red. I will see what's going on and move from there. However, I am warning you right now, if you use that word and you don't really need it, there will be consequences and they will
be severe. Along with those consequences, the word will mean nothing again. Do you understand?”
I swallowed audibly, searching his eyes for anything he would give me. But all I saw was cold, hard truth, I immediately looked down.
”Yes, sir.”