Chapter 7 #3
I check my watch. Seventeen minutes in Position Two. On screen, Emmaleen blinks rapidly. She's holding on by a thread.
“Excellent, Emmaleen,” Jino soothes. “Lie back on the mat. You’ll have a two-minute break before we move on to Position Three."
Her whole body is shaking. She sobs. Eyes closed. But the tears pour out of her like penance.
When the time is up, Jino steps directly in front of her. "On your knees. Position One.”
And once again, the simple act of pulling her body off the mat is a struggle.
She has no core strength left. In order to right herself, she must roll over and push up with her arms. This puts her on all fours, her ass facing the camera I’m currently looking through.
Her pussy—hell the entire area between her legs—is glistening with wetness.
She pauses here for too long. Jino starts to berate her, tapping her hanging breasts with the crop. She moves into kneeling position, but slowly.
“This is a kneeling bow from Position One,” Jino explains.
“You always begin the bow in Position One.
Even if you're standing up at the time of command, you will drop to Position One first, then fold at the waist, extend your arms, and press your forehead to the mat. This is full submission to your king."
Emmaleen attempts to comply. She starts from Position One, knees together, then bends forward. Her forehead hovers several inches above the ground, her arms trembling with the effort to keep herself from collapsing completely.
"Lower," Jino instructs. "All the way down."
She tries again, straining. Her spine curves unnaturally, resistance evident in every line of her body. Her back shakes from her sobs.
"Forehead to the floor," Jino repeats. "Complete surrender."
This time she makes it. Her forehead touches the mat, her arms splayed out in front of her, pussy flaring open behind her. The position is one of total submission—no dignity, no resistance, just pure surrender.
I lean closer to the monitor, watching as Jino makes her hold the position.
Thirty seconds. A minute. Two minutes. Eight.
She’s done. Absolutely wrecked. Her whole body is rebelling. Muscles on fire, spasms rocking her stillness, making full compliance impossible.
Jino allows it. He knows he’s being unreasonable. But it’s her choice, isn’t it?
The key to relief is literally hanging on the dungeon wall.
"Good,” Jino says. “Now Position Zero." This is how you enter the rest period with grace. You will lift up at the waist, arms at your sides… good. Then lie all the way back on to the mat."
Emmaleen looks up at Jino. "I don't think I bend that way."
Jino smiles under that mask. "No. Not yet. But with practice comes precision. Now do it. Lie back… more. Good. Keep going…"
Emmaleen is whimpering loudly now. Squeaks of pain and frustration escaping her lips as she attempts to follow instructions.
Jino guides her with a hand between her shoulder blades, letting her use him as support.
“Good,” he praises her, as she settles back.
He strokes her tight nipple with his crop.
"Very nice, little one. Very nice. Now, you can move your legs out from underneath you and put them straight. "
Tears still flowing, she whimpers as she adjusts her body position.
"Hands at your side," Jino coaches. "Close your eyes. Rest now. Good."
Jino is down on one knee. He begins stroking her cheek with his crop. If Emmaleen belonged to him, he'd be getting her aroused at this point. A way to replace the pain with longing and want. He'd stroke her nipple, suck on it. Put his fingers inside her. Get her nice and wet.
But that's my job, not his. So all she gets is the coldness of a piece of leather against her hot, flushed cheek.
The rest is over too soon—on purpose. She's been in training for nearly three hours now—it's just past noon, she got to be starving, not to mention exhausted.
But her day is just getting started.
Jino stands. "Perfect. That’s absolutely perfect, Emmaleen. Your King will be so pleased with this report. Now we're gonna do it all again. One," he commands.
Emmaleen lies there on the mat, blinking in disbelief.
He smacks her thigh with the crop. "Demerit! I said One! That means you get your ass up and get into position!"
She's up to thirty-three demerits now. Delicious.
Emmaleen, upon hearing the word 'demerit,' scrambles up and gets into position. Jino pokes and prods her back into perfect form, makes her hold it for fifteen minutes—she's absolutely out of control when he barks, "Two."
This time, she tries her best. Those knees open up as she was instructed.
Jino—to maximize the vulnerability of this position—crouches down right in front of her.
"Look at me," he commands. And when she does, he smiles.
It's a big enough smile for her to see it.
"You have a very pretty pussy. Position Two is so I can look at it.
And one day, if you're lucky, your King will touch it. "
Emmaleen squirms.
I smile.
Jino stands. "Three!" he barks.
She bends forward, back heaving with the breath of relief. Jino taps her with the toe of his boot. "Get in line. Be still. Arms all the way extended. Keep your head straight. Only your forehead touches the mat, not the nose."
She's breathing very hard now. Exhausted, humiliated, and turned on as well.
They all get turned on. Even if they hate us.
Jino keeps her in third position for nearly twenty minutes this time. Correcting her with the crop, circling her as he compliments her ass, toeing her back into form with his boot.
It's harder than it sounds to keep this position.
Harder than it looks to keep any position for such an extended length of time.
She struggles hard with the second round of Zero. Awkwardly bending back, toppling over at the last moment. She hurriedly stretches her legs out, puts her hands at her sides, and closes her eyes.
The rest is even shorter than it was last time. And when Jino breaks her out of it with a sharp, "One!"—she breaks. Completely breaks.
I'm instantly hard. My hand slides down to the bulge in my pants and I stroke myself as I watch Emmaleen Rourke, Little Miss Take, lose.
She is losing. Obeying, complying—what a plan that was, eh, Miss Take?
And again, she's reminded that her day is only just starting.
I watch, jerking off, as Jino puts her through her routine six more times.