The Training (Forbidden & Adam)

[Adam Edwardson]

The sharp sound of the door bell penetrated into Adams dreams, forcing him to wake up to reality. He was lying in his bed, and the sun was shining in through the curtains, lighting up his bedroom. There was some nude big breasted chick with platinum blonde hair lying beside him, she was still sleeping and with every breath she took he could feel her nipples press on his chest. One of them was bleeding - he always bit to hard when he was drunk. He tried his best to remember her name. Linda? Emma? Sophie? He had no idea, and trying to think just made his head hurt.

For a second he wanted to lay his head down and fall back to sleep, but then he remembered the door bell. He looked at his alarm clock. Who the fuck rang on his door at one pm on a Saturday? With a sigh he got up from his bed, Linda or whatever her name was must have been even more wasted than he because she just kept on sleeping. He noticed that he still had a condom, filled up, on his cock, and pulled it off his thick member before putting a pair of black boxers on. Who ever had awoken him would have to stand seeing the rest of his body. After all, it wasn't a bad sight - he was 6 feet and 6 inches tall, and his main hobby, apart from giving his girls a rough time, was to go to the gym. The combination of the broken chain tattooed around his right biceps, his shaved head and the nasty scar that ran across his left pectoralis made him look like some kind of hooligan, and it had happened more than once that people on the street changed direction just to avoid meeting him.

Trying to ignore the head ache, he went down the stairs. When he passed the mirror he noticed that he had got himself a set of new marks on his chest. That bitch upstairs ought to clip her nails. As he had expected, he found the house to be in a complete mess - there were bottles everywhere, someone had spilled a beer on the kitchen floor, and for some reason there was a pool of dried blood in the sink. He did not remember much from last night, but as far as he could tell the party had been a success.

When he got to the living room of his villa the sight was even uglier. A pair of torn apart panties were hanging down over his TV, a forgotten vibrator was still making a buzzing sound in the black leather sofa, and the floor was covered with chips, broken glass from a bottle of absinthe and fluids he could only guess what they were. Instead of looking at the mess, he admired the view through the panorama window. He's house was at the outskirts of the city, on a ridge, and the city beneath it was bathing in sunlight.

Doing his best to avoid the glass he managed to get to the door, grabbing a bottle of beer on his way. He pushed the door open, and looked at the girl at his doorstep with inflamed eyes. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked with a hoarse voice, as he did not recognize his visitor. "And why the hell are you disturbing me?" She would not need to be telepathic to understand that she was not welcome.

 

[Forbidden]

Missy had only run the doorbell once and she was starting to wonder if maybe it wasn't enough, if maybe the man she was looking for wasn't around. Nervously she clutched her purse to her chest, biting her lip as she looked up and down the street. Looking around she didn't see anyone looking through their windows or anything, and this made her relax slightly. She didn't want anyone to know she was here; if no one knew then her boyfriend wouldn't be able to know what she was up to.

Weeks ago she'd found out a tidbit from her boyfriend's past, about him being one of the most infamous Dom's of the local scene. Weeks now she'd been asking him to show her what he could do, to teach her what he'd taught others. Continuously he'd told her that she couldn't take it, that she wasn't tough enough to handle what he would do to her. His comments got to her more and more every time he said them, the fact that other girls had done things that he didn't think she was capable of. And so she'd talked to one of her friends who had led this to this man. A friend of her boyfriend's who was still actively training women. She knew that a week of training with this man, while her boyfriend was away of course, would mean that her boyfriend would have to show her the darker side.

The man who opened the door startled her, not at all what she was expecting and obviously hungover. She checked her watch and shifted, it was well after 1 and he still looked like this..the fact made her glad she hadn't called upon him earlier like she'd been planning. Her voice was smooth and didn't show the nerves she was feeling in her stomach. "Adam..I'm Missy. I'm Shawn's girlfriend. I ..well I heard about his past actions and wanted to try them. He informed me that I couldn't take it and this bothered me. I came to you to have you train me for a week, so that he sees that he is wrong and has to show me the other side of him." She ended her speech and looked up at him boldly, knowing he didn't want her there but taking the chance anyway.

Her blonde hair was tossed in a messy ponytail while he had none. His eyes were bleary with drink and drug while hers were a crystalline blue green color. Her blue tank top was form fitted to her top, clinging to her 36 B chest, and her short white shorts clung to her slender hips. Her beige six inch heels made her five foot four frame look even longer and leaner than usual. Even standing at six feet, heels helping of course, he was towering over her, and she was suddenly seized with the thought that maybe this wasn't the best idea.

 

[Adam Edwardson]

Adam just shook his head with an amused grin spreading over his face as the girl in front of him told her little story. When she was done, he could not help to laugh, and it was hard to tell if it was a friendly or a condescending chuckle. He took a sip from his beer, and then took his time to study her before he answered. Her hair was a mess, clearly she did not pay attention to detail. Her body was alright, he could see what Shawn had found in it. Her clothes, on the other hand, was... well... it looked like a Mormon had tried to guess what slutty and sexy was supposed to look like. Sure, it was tight and showed off her shapes, but it really wasn't that inviting. And there was something about her face, maybe it was the serious look, that he just didn't like. But on the other hand, he could just put a sack over it if it got annoying, after all her ass seemed nice.

He took another sip of bear, and he did not seem to care at all about the awkward silence. Then, finally, he spoke. "So this it the piece of vanilla meat that turned Shawn into a boring prude?" he said while he raised his hand above her head, and slowly began to pour the remainder of his beer down on her. Her hairdo became even worse as the wet sticky fluid splashed down on her head, she felt it run down her face, a stream flowing down her cleavage, soaking her top and making a complete mess out of her appearance. "Now tell me, princess, why would the girl who ruined one of the toughest guys around have anything to give as a bottom? Do you even understand what you are asking for?"

All the time he looked straight into her eyes. His dark eyes were ruthlessly cold at first, but yet there was something more glistening in them, something that looked a lot like curiosity.

 

[Forbidden]

His laugh made her gaze narrow coldly, the chill growing stronger at his comments about her boyfriend. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm practically begging him to not treat me vanilla. I did no such ruining." She began defending herself and was stunned as he tipped his bottle over her head. Gasping she stepped backward, almost off the step she was on as she glared at him. "I know exactly what I'm asking for you arrogant bastard." She snapped out. Shawn liked her temper and now this man was getting to see that side to her, rather more quickly than she had wanted to show him. It didn't help that she was bluffing either.

She stepped back up to him, gaze still cold. "I want the Shawn you know. You want him back. So you teach me to be what he wants, and we both get what we want. Everybody wins. Think about it." Her words were even and measured as she wiped drops of beer from her gaze and wrung out the bottom of her tank top. Missy continued to look up to him, standing her ground now. She wasn't going to leave this doorstep without getting what she wanted from this man. And she wanted him to know that she was serious about becoming the person Shawn would want to unleash his dark side on.

 

[Adam Edwardson]

His judging eyes remained fixed on hers while she spoke. The expression on his face did not betray anything about what he was thinking, but at least this time around his answer came quick. "I don't believe a word of what you are saying. You are a sweet mouthed fake with big ideas. If you knew what you wanted, you would thank me for being such an arrogant bastard. But on the other hand, if you already got it all figured out, I would miss out on the priceless look on your face when you realize that you are screwed. But then, when you understand what you have done, it will already be to late."

He paused to drink the last sip of beer from the bottle, and then threw it away. "So I will teach you, and your first lesson begins here. When someone empty their liquid on you, you don't clean it off your face or tits or clothes without permission. You stay dirty. Get it?"

Without waiting for her reply, he turned around and started to walk back into the villa, waving his hand to signal her to follow him.

 

[Forbidden]

His words made her face twitch in its cold expression, making her doubt for a second if she really did know what she was getting herself into. She stood speechless as she watched him take the drink and then "begin teaching her." She nodded.."I got it." As she followed him into the house, her gaze traveling over the disarrayed scene before her. She expected him to have more control than this, but she didn't say anthing, after all she didn't want to be the one he told to clean it up.

"Looks like you had fun last night." she commented with a smile, dropping her purse on the table by the couch and hesitating to see what she was supposed to do now. It was his house after all and she didn't want to disrespect him right off the bat.

 

[Adam Edwardson]

"I had a little party. Every once in a while I invite some friends over for some fun." he said with a grin on his face. "Who knows, the next time you might be the main attraction." he added as he picked up her purse, starting to search through it. First he found her wallet, which he quickly put in his own pocket. Her keys went the same way, and when he found her cellphone his face brightened up.

"Off course, if Shawn is to understand what a changed person you are we must record a film documenting your progress." he said and turned on the camera, pointing it at her. "So far you have broken two more rules, that makes three in total. Not bad, given that you just arrived." He took a step closer to her, she could feel the smell of sweat mixed with alcohol and something else... a women's perfume. "First, you don't use the word 'I', or 'me' or anything like that. You can't even say 'Missy'. Instead you have to use your imagination. Something along the lines of 'spoiled brat' or 'annoying cunt' could be suiting, for instance." He lowered the camera, and took yet another step closer, his chest almost touching her wet top. "Second, when you enter a new building, you crawl on the floor..." Without a warning, he gave her a firm push on her chest at the same time as he put a foot behind her leg, so she stumbled and helplessly fell backwards into a little pile on the floor. "...until you are giving permission to stand up by the owner."

 

[Forbidden]

Her face was one of confusion as he told her she might be the main attraction. But she didn't have time to ask as he started to go through her purse, pocketing her keys and wallet. "Excuse me.." she said softly giving a pointed look at his pockets, clearly wondering what the fuck he was doing claiming her things in that manner. She ducked her head from the camera, holding her hand up, "Just wha.." she stopped speaking as he came close to her and towered over her. She listened to him intently, ducking her head slightly as he spoke more intently to her. She outright yelped as he tripped her, dumping her on her ass on his floor.

"Couldn't you have just told me to kneel?" she snapped up at him, kicking her heels off her feet as she sat grumpily on the floor, glaring up at him. She knew better than to try and get up but then again that didn't mean she couldn't voice her opinion from down here. She crossed her arms over her chest as she waited for his answer, waited to hear why a childish push had been his answer to getting her on the floor.

 

[Adam Edwardson]

He sighed and shook his head, then he bended down, so his face was right above hers. Putting down the camera, he grabbed her hair in a firm grip, forcing her to bend her head back and look up into hes eyes. They were now longer cold - now they were burning with rage. The wild, almost crazy expression on his face made him look like some kind of wild animal that would attack her any second, but yet he somehow managed to calm himself enough to keep control of himself. "Its time for you to decide." he hissed at her.

"Either you are out of this game, and then you can walk out the door you came. Or you are in, and then you will behave and do as you are fucking told. Because the second I get bored with you or if you just hesitate to obey, I swear I will take your cloths, gag you so you cant talk and cuff your hands behind your back. Then I will put a 'Will fuck for free' sign around your head and kick you out of here, and we will see how long it takes you to get home." He ended his monologue by dropping a large splash of saliva down right between her eyes. The warm fluid clogged her left eye and ran down her cheek. "So now remember, you don't say 'me' - it's 'excuse this worthless little bitch', not 'excuse me'. And you don't brush that away from your face." He took a deep breath, as if he was physically exhausted from controlling himself, and let go of her hair.

 

[Forbidden]

She gasped softly at the grip in her hair, unable to deny the tingles that ran down her spine at the rough contact he gave her. "Th..This worthless little bitch is sorry. This worthless little bitch will do as she's told Sir." Her voice shook slightly but it was more from her fighting to not wipe the saliva away from her face than from fear of him. She blinked rapidly but even when he let go of her hair she didn't move to wipe it away and she didn't give him any more challenging statements. The thought of the "will fuck for free" sign was enough to create a halo for her.

Her teeth found her lip and she bit on it gently, as if to keep herself from speaking out of turn. Now she knelt simply on the floor, just watching him through her one clear eye and one spit filled eye. Missy kept her posture relaxed but curled or anything. She was trying to show him that she was open to what he was telling her, that she was paying attention. She wasn't sure if that was going to help her or not, then again she was starting to see that she didn't know what the hell she was doing.

 

[Adam Edwardson]

"That's better." There was some kind of satisfaction in his voice, almost as if he was amused by her desperate attempts to suddenly behave. At least that mad look was gone from his face now. "But use your imagination, twat, don't just repeat the names I give you. I am sure you can think of thousands of ways of describing yourself."

He picked up her mobile again, first aiming it at himself. "Hi Shawn, long time no see! It's Adam here... and I got a little bimbo here who has something to tell you. She is a real pain in the ass, I don't understand how you can manage to stay sane with her around you all the time. And it most be even worse for you, I mean you can't just cane her when she misbehaves. Anyway, here she comes."

He turned the camera, pointing it down to the pathetic shell of a human being on the floor. "Missy, why don't you say hi to your boyfriend, and give him a speech. Explain to him what has happened here, and tell him that you're body is owned by me until he gets back."

 

[Forbidden]

"Yes Sir." she mumbled, then gasped as he picked up the phone and began giving a speech to Shawn. But she didn't step in or challenge and when the camera was turned on her she forced herself to look relaxed and confident in that Shawn wasn't going to kill her for this decision. "Hi Shawn. Your perfect little girlfriend told you to go dark on her and you didn't listen so your little deviant decided to go to your friend and learn so that you have to be yourself around this little slut. Adam will own this slutty body until you get back, and it will be trained to perfection."

She stopped speaking and blew a kiss to the screen before turning away from it, and ruffling her hair slightly. The action was done from nerves, though she hoped he would at least see she hadn't spoken any of the forbidden words in the message. She blew out a breath and just waited to see where he was going to take this now, now that she had verbally turned her body into his property.

 

[Adam Edwardson]

A hoarse laugh escaped Adams lips as he listened to Missy's speech for her boyfriend. He had no idea what Shawn would think about this, or what he would say what he got back. Maybe he would high five him, or maybe he would try to punch him in the face. Time would tell, and Adam really didn't care what Shawn thought about him any more. Back in the days Shawn would never fight over a girl - they were discarded without any sentimentality when they got boring, and monogamous relationships was a rare exception. On the contrary, when one of them had found a fun toy to play with they usually ordered it to surrender her body to the other. So in a way, it was only fair that he had his way with his girlfriend.

Adam pointed the camera at his own face again. "Yeah, she sure will be trained. Do you remember the crazy redhead we team tagged in New York? Her treatment will look prudish in comparison to what your whore will suffer through. But I will try to keep it out of the emergency room this time, those medical bills were expensive to cover." He laughed, reminiscing the fun times they had together. It was easy to believe that he was incapable of looking friendly, but now, when he wasn't paying attention to her, he actually radiated an amicable aura. "Anyways, see you later." he said, and turned the camera off.

He put her phone back in his pocket and started to walk into the kitchen, giving her a sign to follow him. "You respond much better under threat." he said with a content voice. "A good whore always does her best to pleas her master, no matter what. I think you need a lesson in motivation."

 

[Forbidden]

Her eyes widened slightly as his words soaked into her mind, he would 'try' to keep her out of the emergency room?! She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, telling herself that he was just saying that to get a rise out of her, that she wouldn't actually end up in the hospital from what he was going to do to her. But now her thoughts were on a dark path, wondering exactly what she'd gotten herself into and what she was really going to have to go through to show Shawn she was committed to this. Thankfully he spoke and broke her train of thought, changing her focus to the fact that his tone seemed almost friendly now that she was obeying. However she didn't think this was going to last very long.

Still without permission to stand she crawled on all fours behind him into his kitchen, wondering just what he was going to do. "Yes Sir. uhm should the slutty bitch be calling you Master?" She didn't know the protocol in his house for asking questions, but she didn't want to be calling him the wrong thing either, and since he referred to himself as her 'Master' her mind was telling her it was logical to follow suit. Curiously she looked up at him, curious about the answer to her question and curious as to why she was brought into the kitchen to learn a lesson in motivation.

 

[Adam Edwardson]

It was no pleasant experience to crawl on all four on the dirty floor - it required careful navigation to avoid broken glass, spilled out beer and some stains she could only guess what they were. He did not bother to look down at the thing that was crawling after him when he answered it's question. "You should address me as 'sir', whore." he responded, and the satisfied tone in his voice gave away the fact that he was pleased with her progress. Maybe she was able to pay attention to detail after all.

When he got into the kitchen, he opened the fridge. After moving around some bottles of beer he found what he was looking for - a long, thick cucumber. He did not provide any explanation to what he was doing, but it was not very hard to guess what was about to happened. The only question that remained was where it was going... With the cucumber in his hand, he picked something up from the trash can under the sink. It was a used condom, and without even the slightest expression of disgust he started to slip the condom onto the cucumber. The rubber was inside out, so what was now the outside was covered in a film of his old, cold, sticky cum.

He dropped the rubber covered cucumber, that was dripping with his old cum, on the floor in front of her. "This is the first step in your lesson about motivation." he said with a weird grin on his face. Clearly he was up to something, but what? "Press this cucumber as deep down into your mouth, down that little fuckable throat, as you can to prove what a good cock sucker you are." He looked down at her with his cold eyes, and his gaze made it all to clear that he expected the girl at his feet to do as she was told.

 

[Forbidden]

She was so focused on avoiding the trash and harmful objects on the floor that she almost missed the praising tone to his voice as he responded to her question. A short nod showed her acknowledgement of his statement before she went back to looking around the kitchen, trying not to seem too interested in what he was digging for in the bottom of the refridgerator. Her eyes narrowed at the cucumber he pulled from the drawer but her mind wrapped around that one quickly. It was big but nothing she couldn't handle.

Her opinion of the cucumber quickly changed when she saw what he was putting on it, a condom..but not a clean new condom, no. It was one of his disgusting already used condoms that was dripping with his old cum. She took a deep breath as he threw it down in front of her, she could do this..it was just bodily fluid. And she supposed she should be grateful that she knew who it came from, versus the other side that had been in whatever tramp had entertained him at the time of the condom's use. She opened her mouth to protest but remembered his threat before deciding to change the direction of her train of thought. Mind over matter, mind over matter, mind over matter, she chanted in her mind as her fingers picked the vegetable up from the floor.

Without even giving him a look, she knew what his gaze would tell her, she parted her lips around the vegetable. The tang of his cum practically scalded her tongue and she gagged before she even had it truly in her mouth. But she steeled herself and pressed the cucumber deep into her throat, proving how well she could deepthroat. Her tight throat was something Shawn was always pleased with and she was excited to prove to this man that she was good at something in his world. As her mouth worked the vegetable she ignored the taste and idea of what she was doing to shoot him an "aha I can do it" look.