Chapter One
Nervously Amber’s knees bounced while she waited in the uncomfortable chair. She was trying to look at anything, anything at all in the dark office, but her eyes kept flickering to the statuesque woman behind the large, metal and glass desk. The woman whose painted red lips were in a constant scowl, the severe straight cut of her black bangs across her forehead made her alabaster complexion appear almost chalky white. There was an air of danger about the woman, but there was no denying the power and confidence that exuded from each of her pores. The black satin corset she wore pushed her breasts up high, narrowing her waist significantly, giving her the perfect hourglass figure. The eight-inch black stilettos made her long legs look even longer and more toned. The black and red diamond accented Victorian lace collar around her neck covered the length of it, flaring up around her jaw and down over her collarbones, making her neck appear more swan-like, giving the menacing woman a regal appearance.
“What did I tell you about staring?”
“Sorry,” Amber mumbled and instantly looked away.
The office was large, lavish compared to what the young woman was used to, but it still caused a knot to form in her stomach. The walls were all covered in black satin wallpaper with a black velvet filigree print; the two textures complimented each other, giving the walls a warm yet cold feeling. The furniture was metal with black leather; all but the extremely uncomfortable, backless, cushion-less, chair Amber was sitting in. The floors were unhoned black granite that was hard, unrelenting, unforgiving, and rough. Even the temperature of the room was uninviting: a chilly fifty-five degrees.
After nearly two hours of uncomfortable silence, the woman behind the desk closed the file in front of her and looked at the young woman on the other side of the desk.
“Why do you want to be here, Amber Darling of Old Yorkshire?” Mistress Shade asked pointblank.
Amber looked at her hands resting in her lap. “Ma’am, I don’t come from means. I am an only child without a mother, a father who is aging and has nothing but debt for me to inherit. There is nothing for me.”
Mistress Shade cocked an overly sculpted black eyebrow. “I ask again, Amber Darling, why do you want to be here?”
Amber licked her dry lips. “I’ve heard rumors,” she whispered. “Those that are like me, that come from nothing, they somehow end up in...mansions and palaces. They don’t get a last name to warrant such a lifestyle, or a marriage contract, but they get something that those like me would never get: security.”
The woman nodded once. “And do you know the price of such security, as you put it?” Shade pressed.
Amber shook her head.
“Really?” she purred seductively, the corners of her glossy red lips pulling up on one side into a demonic smirk. “Surely you have heard something, since you came knocking on my door purely because of unfounded rumors.”
Amber cleared her throat. There were many rumors that the young girl heard, but none that she could confirm or deny. That was both terrifying yet enticing to the dormant side of her brain that she never paid much attention to before. Some of those rumors hinted at some of the darkest and most deviant things that were never talked about in public. Other rumors hinted at money being exchanged, and others whispered of auctions where they sold those who signed up. What they were sold for? Amber didn’t know, and none of the other rumors gave much insight into it either.
“I’ve heard many things,” Amber reluctantly admitted.
“And those are?”
“Are you really going to make me say them?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
Amber silently cursed to herself for being so stupid and naïve to think that she could ever just simply walk in off the streets, coming from a small, religious, almost fanatical village even, to the city where she knocked on the last door that any person of such upbringing should ever knock.
Shade picked up the file and dropped it in the trashcan under her desk. “Get out,” she snarled. “My time is precious and you have already wasted more than two hours of it.”
“Ma’am?” Amber stammered. “Please...I mean...dang it. My apologies, but I’ve heard all kinds of things. From taking in those like me-”
“Those like you?” Shade mused.
“Virgins,” Amber mumbled under her breath, her face flushing with embarrassment, and the amused woman across from her purred in delight. “I’ve heard that you train people and then sell them. You do horrible sexual things behind closed doors. That everything you do here will get you a one way ticket to Hell.”
Shade was greatly amused. “And yet you knocked on my door like a lost little kitten looking for a saucer of milk.”
Amber nodded. “I don’t know what else to do,” she admitted. “My father would kill me if he knew I was here.”
“And what does he do?”
I am going to hell for this.
“He’s a preacher,” Amber mumbled under her breath and, once again, Shade purred in delight.
“The Preacher’s daughter,” she said with a demonic chuckle. “Now that is interesting.”
Amber hung her head in shame.
“The doctor confirmed that you are, indeed, a virgin. Boast a clean bill of health. Have no major scars of blemishes on your body. You are as clean as a virginal kitten.”
The blood flushing Amber’s pale face felt as if it was on fire. Never had the young woman disrobed in front of anyone before, let alone a complete stranger, and having to get examined by the unfamiliar doctor was worse than anything she had ever felt before.
That was until the exam got underway.
The feeling of latex glove covered hands and fingers moving over every inch of her body nearly had her running out the door screaming, if it wasn’t for the pills she took beforehand, she would have done just that. The doctor probed her virginal walls, painfully stretching her open more than she’d ever opened before between her legs, careful to not rupture her hymen, she fondled her breasts and twisted her nipples while she checked for lumps, but the worst was when the doctor made her get on all four and they spread her cheeks, and examined the puckered flesh covering one of her most intimate places before they pressed a finger against her tight hole, just enough that it caused her to cry out.
It was the worst experience of her young life.
Amber nodded.
Shade leaned back in her chair and folded her long, slender hands under her chin. “Stand up,” she ordered.
Amber did as she was told, grateful to finally be out of the uncomfortable chair.
Shade eyed the young woman many times. There was nothing remotely alluring about the girl. She was plain in every sense of the meaning. She was neither tall nor short, she was thin and lacked feminine curves, even her breasts were smaller than the Mistress liked, but the innocence in her large, hazel eyes made her give Amber a second glance.
“Take your clothes off,” Shade said.
Amber’s eyes shot up and met the intense green eyes burning into her. “What?” she choked.
“If you believe that rumors to be true, and yet you still knocked on my door, then my request should not surprise you in the least. However, this time there are no over the counter muscle relaxers in your system to make you come compliant.”
Amber quickly looked away from the intimidating glare.
“I watched the exam and I was pleasantly surprised that you were as composed as you were, and not once did you voice that you were uncomfortable, that my lovely doctor was pushing you too far, or that her examination wasn’t exactly textbook and would be frowned upon by the Medical Board. No, you bit your tongue and took it, like a good Sub should, and yet at the same time you appeared to be enjoying it, to an extent. Strip that god-awful dress off or get the fuck out.”
Amber bit her trembling bottom lip; what choice did she have? If she went back to her village, her father would smell the sin on her and cast her out to the wolves before she could assure him that she was untouched. Even if she was able to convenience her father that she was still pure in God’s eyes, what would happen when her father passed away? She would be left with the burden of the debt he’s acquired over the years, and most of the men that he owes money to would collect it in means that she’s heard rumored to be a standard practice at the School.
But then there was the part of her which was voicing its opinion for the first time in eighteen years, it was telling her that Mistress Shade was correct, and that a small part of her actually liked the exam and how powerless she felt through it. However, what she liked even more, was that Mistress Shade had watched the exam from surveillance cameras and she liked and approved of what she saw.
And that prompted the shy, timid girl to unbutton the front of Sunday service dress.
The first two buttons she struggled with, her hands shook violently, but by the time she reached the fourth, she was no longer shaking and was feeling strangely confident for the first time in her life.
Once the last button was freed, she slipped the heavy cotton off of her shoulders and it piled up on the floor around her ankles. She stepped over it, and folded her hands together in front of her.
“I said naked,” Shade reminded her in a clipped tone.
Amber quickly nodded, her eyes unmoving from the spot on the floor in front of her, and she stepped out of her shoes, and then rolled down each knee high sock, adding each discarded item to the pile behind her. She took a deep breath before pulling the thin, cotton camisole over her head, adding it to the pile. When the cold air hit her bare breasts, her nipples instantly hardened, and Amber gasped in surprise.
“I am losing my patience,” Shade hissed, though she was greatly enjoying the show.
Watching young, naïve virgins put themselves in compromising positions and situations always pleased her and caused a pleasant heat and moisture to build between her legs.
Amber closed her eyes and hooked her thumbs in the sides of her cotton panties and slowly slid them down over her backside, and down her pale thighs until they, to, were added to the pile of discarded clothes.
Shade rose to her feet and slowly headed towards the young woman standing in the middle of her office. Her body was even leaner in person then it appeared in the video she enjoyed with some of her best clients. There truly wasn’t a blemish anywhere on the young woman’s skin, and it was surprisingly free of moles and freckles. Blank canvases such as hers would fetch a high price at auction...if she made it that far.
“Hands behind your head,” Shade barked, and Amber jumped, startled, but complied without question.
Slowly the highly decorated and trained Mistress walked around the young woman, her eyes moving over inch of her, appraising her. With Amber’s lanky arms raised, hands resting on the top of her head, it caused her small breasts to lift, appearing even smaller than they actually were, and her small, pink nipples jutted out towards the Mistress. The chill in the room caused them to instantly harden when the air-conditioned air hit them, and that was exactly what the Mistress wanted to see.
Amber’s waist was very slender, her hips slightly narrower than what was marketable, but Shade knew that it was because she was young and they would fill out more with a higher caloric diet. Her backside surprisingly had a little roundness to it that lead to the backs of her thighs and presented the pale, creamy canvas masterfully; it begged to be blemished from a quick lashing with a cane. The apex between her thigh was covered in a downy mound of soft, golden curls that did very little to hide her femininity.
Shade stopped in front of her and flicked one of the erect nipples and Amber cried out in surprise and flinched away from her touch, but didn’t lower her hands.
“Impressive,” Shade commented under her breath then flicked the other nipple even harder, getting a gasp from the young woman, but she didn’t flinch away from her. “Very impressive,” she purred, pleasantly surprised by the young woman and her natural Sub instincts, but she needed to push the young woman to see just how far she could push her before she broke. “Spread your legs.”
Amber only hesitated for a moment before the cold air washed across her folds; the heat emanating from between her legs surprised her.
“Farther,” Shade hissed, slapping the inside of Amber’s thigh, leaving a nasty red handprint in the process.
The hit stung, but Amber complied and spread her legs even more, and the cold air licking at her wet folds caused her knees to shake slightly.
“At this School,” Shade explained, her eyes moving over the young woman many times, “I expect complete discipline. One mistake and you are out. I do not have the time or patience to fuck around with those that want to push back just because they get a wild hair up their ass and think they suddenly want to be a Dom. If you sign the contract, you belong to me. I will do what I see fit with you. I will train you how I see fit. Feed you what I see fit. Dress you…or undress you, how I see fit. You will do as I say without question. At the end of the school year, if you are up to my standards, you will be auctioned off to the highest bidder for them to do as they see fit with you. You will get twenty-five percent of sale price put into an account in your name for you to do as you see fit with, after your Master has deemed you theirs. Your vaginal and anal virginity you will keep while you are here…auctions can go into the millions for a tight, young virgin who is trained properly. Some, even end up as long term pets and companions, with full allowances given to spend as they want,” she mused, sliding her fingers down Amber’s stomach, stopping just above the line where the curly golden hairs started. “You will be checked by the doctor weekly. If you lose your virginity, you will be out. If, for some ungodly reason, I deem that you might be worth saving, I will turn you out as entertainment for when clients come over. There is no money, no protection, and no privilege offered if that is what you choose to force me to do. Nod if you understand,” she purred in Amber’s ear.
Amber nodded stiffly, her eyes clenched and breathing labored.
“Good,” Shade snarled and slid her index finger down the nest of soft curls and Amber gasped, her eyes snapping open, when she hit her hardened clit. “Once you sign the contract, you belong to me,” she hissed in her face. “I cannot iterate that enough. Do you understand?”
There was no room for error in Mistress Shade’s line of business, but a small part of her, a part that she never knew existed before, was hoping and praying that the young woman would nod her understanding: she was simply too good of a toy to pass up.
Amber swallowed the lump in her throat. “Yes,” she whispered.
Shade smiled and slid her finger between the wet folds and forcefully jabbed upward, minding her angle and depth.
Amber cried out in surprise and her knees violently shook.
“Stay standing,” Shade snarled in her ear. “Don’t you dare cum, you little whore,” she growled.
As hard as the young woman tried to hold perfectly still, it was near impossible while the long digit expertly worked between her legs, a first for Amber since masturbation was frowned upon by the church, and her legs wildly shook and excessive moisture rolled down the inside of her thighs.
“While you are here,” Shade continued, thoroughly enjoying tormenting the Preacher’s daughter, “you will only be permitted to be played with in a means that I have deemed fit. Toys will be made specifically for you, which match up to your depth and width in a wide variety of positions which will keep your handlers from penetrating your hymen and rectum. Remember, even if they get carried away, it is your body and your future that hangs in the balance, never forget that,” she hissed, slowing her finger’s assault to an agonizing, vexing rhythm that made Amber whimper. “If you sign on the line, you will no long be Amber Darling of Old Yorkshire. You will be a nameless pet until I feel as if you are worthy of having a name, one which you will only respond to, one that will solely belong to me until you are sold and your new master takes ownership of you and gives you a new name. Do you understand?”
Amber nodded.
“What you once knew will be no more. You will no longer be the Preacher’s daughter that Daddy’s debtors want to pass between them like a common whore,” Shade snarled and jammed a second finger inside her, and Amber’s velvet glove tightened around the new intrusion, firmly holding it in place. “Very good,” she purred, sliding the additional finger out since Amber responded exactly how she should have: denying the unwelcomed intrusion. You will not make eye contact with anyone unless you have been given permission to do so. You will not speak unless spoken to or asked for your input, which I assure you, will never happen. You will only act when given permission to do such. And you will mind your trainers and tutors as if they are me, your Master, because they are my right hand and I have entrusted them with my absolute power. Do you understand?”
“Yes…Master,” Amber stammered.
Shade cocked an eyebrow. “Most impressive indeed,” she murmured to herself, hooking her index finger and pulling upward causing the young woman to scream in pain-laced pleasure before she removed the digit and wiped it off on the young woman’s chest with a disgusted look on her face.
Tasting would come later, Shade silently mused.
She turned on her heels and headed towards the desk.
“Come,” Shade barked out and Amber was quick to oblige. “Legs apart,” she snarled, well aware that the young woman would do what all virgins would do to attempt to alleviate some of the sexual frustration they were currently in; rub their thighs together.
When Amber whimpered, the mistress smiled inwardly.
Predictable pet.
“Assume the position at the desk while I get a contract,” Shade said, motioning towards the edge of the desk.
Amber stopped and looked around confused. “Assume the position, Master?” she reluctantly asked; she hadn’t heard that term before.
Shade started to raise her hand to slap her, but stopped. Someone of such natural Sub behavior truly wouldn’t ask such a thing unless she honestly didn’t know. “Turn and face the desk, place your hands in the middle of the glass, and bend over.”
Amber nodded and did as asked, feeling even more exposed then before, but the slight thrill that ran through her when Shade purred under her breath, flooded her with a sense of pride that she’d never felt before.
Shade grabbed Amber’s wrists and pulled them forward causing the young woman to fall forward, and her breasts flattened to the cold glass causing her to shiver violently. She pulled her across the glass before pinning her hands down. “Spread your legs to the same width,” she ordered.
Amber struggled to spread her short legs that far apart, and she hissed as she stretched farther than she had ever stretched before. She was up on her tippy-toes, struggling to hold the position, and her ass was pushed out and cheeks naturally spread wide from the compromising position.
“Head up,” Shade snarled, grabbing a fistful of Amber’s blonde hair and pulled it up, causing the young woman to arch at an awkward angle.
“Yes, Master,” Amber choked.
“Such natural subservience,” she whispered, truly impressed, which didn’t happen often.
Shade sat in her chair and pressed the call button under the ledge of the desk. She looked at the young woman while she waited. The position Amber was in couldn’t have been comfortable, not even to a Sub with years of rigorous training, but the young woman held it without complaint, her entire body shaking as she strained to make her master happy.
A soft knock at the door pulled her attention and Amber’s eyes widened; an audience wasn’t something she was prepared for.
“Come in,” Shade said, gauging the young woman’s response to the intrusion.
“Mistress,” an older man greeted as he entered and closed the door behind him. He looked at the young woman sprawled out on the desk curiously but didn’t ask.
Amber’s bottom lip quivered, and her legs violently shook, but she never lowered her face of attempted to hide her embarrassment which was reddening her face.
“Terms have been reached?” he asked, admiring the way the short legs violently shook with strain.
Shade nodded. “Yes, Mr. Freely,” she said dismissively. “Ten years after one year of completed training with auction rights, transferrable to approved new ownership. Twenty-five percent and your one percent will come from the house’s take.”
Mr. Freely cocked a bushy, gray eyebrow. “The house?”
“That is what I said,” Shade said in a cold, detached tone that caused him to step back.
“Yes, Mistress. My apologies,” he automatically apologized. “I will prepare the document. Is there anything else, Mistress?”
Shade smirked. “No rush. I have a feeling the nameless pet can hold this position for hours.”
Amber whimpered but didn’t say anything.
Understanding washed over the attorney, Mr. Freely: a natural Sub was a hard thing to find, especially an eighteen-year-old virgin who was the Preacher’s daughter. He nodded and dismissed himself, closing the door behind him.
“I suppose I will tell you what you can expect, since I am obviously feeling very generous,” Shade started, folding her long, slender hands together under her chin as she admired the beads of sweat dotting the young woman’s hairline. “You will have a room on the first floor; that is where all nameless pets go. You will be collared like a dog, and will sleep in a cage. You will be constantly monitored, cameras are everywhere,” she explained, motioning to the corners where cameras were positioned and recording their every move. “You will have no privacy because you belong to me now. A camera will watch you shower, piss, shit, eat, train, everything. You are not permitted to touch yourself in any sexual manner; your breasts, nipples, clit, pussy, asshole…they all belong to me. If you are caught touching yourself, even rubbing your thighs together as a means to release the sexual tension building in your virginal body, you will be punished, and I assure you, you will not like the punishment.
“Tomorrow you will be fitted for your new toys. Dr. Marion will put you in some of the most compromising positions you never imagined possible and inject molding material into your body in order to get the perfect fit. Remember, Nameless Pet, your hymen is very important to us. He will then use the molds to make the toys that I see fit which will penetrate you at just the right angle without actually penetrating and stretching you beyond virginal means. Dr. Marion is an artist,” she said with a mischievous smirk. “Believe me when I say that his toys are pieces of art, and their sole purpose is to train you and prepare you to give and receive unimaginable pleasure, but I warn you now, you will be lucky to make it to auction with your precious virginity intact. Do you still agree to the terms?” she venomously asked, noting the tears welling in the large hazel eyes burning into hers.
Amber nodded. “Yes, Master,” she choked.
“You will wear only what you are permitted to wear, which is usually only a collar, metal corset and chastity belt. You will belong to no one but me until I say otherwise, thus you will do as I say and not ask questions. Your training will start with a very precise month to month schedule that will build your pain tolerance, teach you the different techniques and fetishes that you could be subjected to, and might like, and finally, in your last months, you will be paraded in front of potential buyers so they may salivate for your firm, virginal ass and pussy. Throughout the year, you will learn what it means to put your sexual needs and desires, your release and orgasm, at the very bottom of the list, and your only concern will be pleasing your master. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“The training may seem torturous to you since you are pure and untouched and unblemished, but I am confident that you will quickly adjust and find much more pleasure than pain from it. You are a natural Subservient, and with that comes much, much desire to have a natural and obedient pet at a Master’s side. Before auction, you will be examined with all potential buyers present so they may inspect the merchandise. You will adhere by your training and the rules of a Sub throughout inspection, at auction, and after auction. You are a direct reflection of Mistress Shade’s School of Skin. Do you understand?”
Amber nodded. “Yes, Master,” she automatically said, even though the thought of being examined in public, surrounded by buyers, turned her stomach and scared her.
For more than an hour Amber held the strenuous position, her entire body was lathered in sweat and it violently shook. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her chin dripped with saliva, but she never lowered her heels to the floor and her head stayed pulled back, putting unimaginable strain on her back and neck.
Mr. Freely knocked before entering with the contract in hand.
“Read it aloud,” Shade ordered when he started to put it down on the glass.
A perverse smirk pulled at the corners of his lips. “Of course, Mistress,” he said and pulled reading glasses from his inside jacket pocket. He cleared his throat a couple of times before starting.
Everything he read was verbatim to what Shade had already told Amber. There was a lot of legal jargon that the young girl didn’t understand, but a reassuring nod of the head from her Master, made her accepting to the terms.
“In closing, if auction is forfeited due to loss of virginity-vaginal or anal-signee will agree to expulsion from the school, or the alternative: taking the position of entertainment. Said position of entertainment is defined as being a vessel which any of the guests, clients, potential buyers, and instructors may use as they see fit, against signees wishes or not, for as long as they see fit. Signee will relinquish all financial compensation due to them if sold, traded, auctioned in open market, or turned out on the streets for trade. Signee will hold no right, legal or otherwise, to any possessions, gifts, or money bestowed upon them. What Signee leaves the school with will be what is allowed by Mistress Shade, and only Mistress Shade, unless otherwise noted in contract. Do you agree to these terms?” he asked, looking at the sobbing young woman.
She started to open her mouth but closed it, and looked to her Master for permission.
Internally, Shade was smiling.
“Speak,” she ordered.
“Yes!” Amber sobbed.
Mr. Freely cleaned off the saliva, tears, and sweat from the glass in front of Amber and placed the contract on the desk. He offered her a pen but she waited, yet again, for permission.
Shade took the pen and stuck it in Amber’s mouth and forced the contract under her. “Sign,” she snarled.
Amber lowered her head and signed as well as she could with her mouth along the dotted line.
When the pen fell from her mouth, Mr. Freely quickly took it and the contract and hurried from the room.
Shade looked at the sobbing young woman amusingly. “You now belong to me,” she hissed.
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