The doorbell rang. He checked the clock, and put down his book. He looked thru the peephole. Late 30sr, buxom, but a lovely face, contorted with worry, and maybe a little fright. He left her standing there for 5 minutes, enjoying her furtive glances around, and silent pleading for the door to open. To her credit, she stayed still, and didn’t re-ring the bell.
Finally, he opened the door, and said.

“Hello, what can I do for you?”
“I…I came to see you.”
She said in a lovely voice, but just over a whisper.
“Speak up girl,” he said. “And why did you come to see me?” He watched as the emotions played across her face.

She glanced about nervously before saying. “I…I’ve come…” another quick glance behind her. “for.. my… tttraining.” She got out. You could tell she was concerned how thick the walls of the apartments were.
He gave her no quarter. He knew the doors blocked sound much more poorly than the walls. Besides, the girl next door had already been thru his training, to her older live-in partner’s delight. But there was also a new family in the apartment downstairs. A wife in her mid thirties, and a nice teen daughter. Maybe they would hear, by the time he finished with her mother, the girl would be of age.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.” He said too loudly. “Training? What kind of training.” He heard a stifled giggle from next door. So had she, and her eyes grew to saucers, and a severe blush rushed over her face and neck. He wondered how much farther it extended. He would find out shortly.
She looked at him pleadingly. He just stared into her eyes, finally giving an exaggerated questioning tilt to his head, though there was none on his face.
She looked aghast at the door to my right, and then glanced back down the stairs. Then she turned back to him, but his eyes just bored into hers with the message. Yes, you must.

“I’ve come for my sex training.” She said it firmly, thought not near as loud as he had been.
“That’s not what I do, and nor what you want. Tell me again, correctly this time.” he said. You could see the turmoil and anger on her face. But after only seconds you could she her remember what it had been like when she thought that she had ruined her chance on her first attempt, and the relief and joy, when she got the e-mail of another chance. Her face changed to one of determination.

“I’ve come for my slave training.” She said in a full voice. Her modesty kept it from being a shout.
“Very well. ” He said. “You will undress here in the hall. Completely. So STRIP.”

The panic was back in her eyes. Her head swept the hall, and then the full wall of windows at the back of the stairs. But she knew she had to comply. It just made the resulting blush that much deeper in her shame. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor. I was right the blush covered her upper chest, and though lighter, disappeared under the edge of her brassier. She fumbled with the catch of her slacks, she was shaking so hard. She started to push them down, and as they cleared her panties, there was the click of a lock, and her eyes darted to my right. There was also a restrained moan. I recognized it as one of penetration from the next door. I could imagine two eyes in the crack of the door. One high and one lower. It brought a tight smile to my lips. Now her blush couldn’t have been deeper, if she had used maroon paint.

She realized then that the longer she took to undress the longer she would endure the prying eyes. She snapped the pants down and off her legs, taking her shoes with them. She hadn’t even kicked them away, before she was reaching for the back of her bra. She shucked out of it quickly, and reached for her panties, and flung them down and off, almost falling, and having to grab the wall to catch herself. There were muffled rhythmic pants to my right. Obviously someone’s hand was stuffed in someone’s mouth.
Realizing what she had to do, she stood straight, hands at her side. He nodded, and stepped back, and waved her into the room. As he closed the door, he heard another door bang shut and rattle violently. He smiled, he wasn’t the only one that had enjoyed his new slut’s humiliation. He turned and saw a girl before him, biting her lip. Obviously, she didn’t like the idea of all her clothes left in the hall for all to see. He just turned and walked to the living room, and sat in his favorite chair. She followed.

She couldn’t figure out what to do, or where to stand. Her eyes settled on the long coffee table, linear to my chair. On it were several papers.
Finally, he looked up into her eyes. “Kneel by the table, knees wide, and hands behind your back.” He said.

Despite having stripped in near public, and standing naked in a stranger’s apartment, she hesitated, like it was beyond her ability to cope. Slowly she approached the table, and lowered herself to her knees. Her hands went to the small of her back, one clasping the other. You could see her brain fighting with her muscles as she slowly parted her knees.

“This is the position you will take whenever you enter my presence.” He told her. “Of course, you will always be naked here. You will also assume this position any time I tell you to kneel. Here, or in public. Clothed or naked.” You could see her obvious wince at the words public, clothed or naked. “Do you understand?” He could tell she was still focused on ‘public’. It took a few seconds to realize that a question had followed.

He watched as her mouth gaped for long seconds. The internal struggle was interesting to watch, he thought for a minute she would make an objection, or bolt from the room. But finally, she closed her eyes and then her mouth. Slowly she opened her eyes again. There was a hint of tears in them, but she didn’t speak, just blinked several times to try to clear them. She waited for him to speak again.

“It is time we covered the basics of your training.” He began. “I believe you now have a better idea of what is ahead, but beside you are the rules and requirements of your training. There is also a contract, agreeing to be trained, and releasing yourself to me for the purpose of your training, and agreeing to the any means thereof, and use of your body for said purpose. I want you to pick them up and read them now.“

Despite what she had been through, and what she wanted, she was still terrified of reading the papers. Would they contain things that she couldn’t handle or be able to do. Would the contract bind her to do horrible things, or to him forever. Slowly she started to reach for the documents.
She picked up the first document. I was the contract. She read it over slowly. The first part covered her agreeing to the training as a sexual submissive; the payment for training, and her purchasing agreement. As it continued with a statement agreeing to full sexual use (three holes specified) and the acceptance of corporal and other punishments and bondage. She started to sweat, and breathe more slowly, and deeply.

He gave her a few minutes to digest what she had read. Then he addressed her
“Are you prepared to sign the contract, and live up to all of the conditions.” He said. Slowly, she nodded her head. He waited. It took long seconds before she got the point.
“Yes, Sir.” She said. He gently took her chin, and lifted it slowly till she met his eyes.
“I will not allow you to disappoint me.” He said.

“Move to the end of the table and kneel up to it, then, bend over the table and place the contract in front of you with the pen beside it.” He waited while she complied.
“You are to read the contract out loud.” He continued. “You will then ask for permission to sign it. When accepted, you will sign all three copies on the top line only. Once you have signed, the contract will be consummated. Since you failed in you first attempt to visit, instead of priming your cunt, I will be lubing your ass, as you read.”

Her head snapped up, and a small cry escaped her lips. He just stared back at her with out emotion and continued. “When you have finished signing, you will beg for your use. You will ask in as many various ways as you can think of, using the most graphic terms. I will not consummate the agreement, until I am satisfied with your sincerity, and terminology. Then during the act, you will continue, by telling me how much you want it, how much you want it fully or harder, how glad you are to receive it, and how it fells, again, using graphic terms. Do you understand?
She was still staring back into his eyes. But now her mouth was opened, and her eyes, again, like saucers.

“Or you may go out the door, dress and never return.” He said.
Her mouth snapped closed. He knew that by the time his trainees got to this point, he was sure that not getting the training, was worse than the fears they all got at this point. He had never had one not sign. He screened them too well beforehand.

"Yes Sir.........I Jane.........."