Free The Compound by Claire Thompson

swaying. Man, I love my job.

C hapter 5
     
    After another sumptuous meal, Master John told Alexis to return to her quarters, as he had other business to attend to that evening. She had intended to check out the sitting room where the trainees and staff slaves sometimes hung out, but she made the mistake of lying down in her room for a bit, and the next thing she knew it was morning.
    When Master John appeared at 6:30, she was standing in her room at attention, freshly showered, aflutter with nervous anticipation for her first full day of training. She managed to stay still as he moved his tickling fingers over her skin.
    “Breakfast is at eight o’clock,” he informed her, as she forced herself to put aside her immediate longing for a cup of strong black coffee. “I apologize for not being available last night. We’ll make up for it this morning before breakfast. You’ll need to learn the ten basic slave positions and their variations, so we’ll start with that.”
    It was another glorious summer morning, the early sun warming her naked body as Master John led her back to the main house. This time he didn’t take her to the dungeon, but to a room on the second floor. The room reminded her of Miss Tatum’s School of Dance , where she’d gone for ballet lessons from age six to twelve. The walls were lined on two sides with mirrors, with waist-high polished wooden bars parallel to the gleaming hardwood floors.
    A beautiful slave girl with very short red hair and large gr ay eyes was kneeling on a yoga mat next to a chair. The girl’s knees spread wide, her hands resting palms up on her thighs. She wore the thick black leather collar of the other staff slaves, but instead of the square stainless steel padlock Alexis had observed, her padlock was shaped like a heart, and it appeared to be made of gold. As they entered the room, the young woman turned her eyes to Master John with a look of such pure, raw adoration that it took Alexis’s breath away.
    Master John pointed toward another nearby yoga mat. “Position two,” he said to Alexis. Beside the mat stood a rack filled with crops, canes, paddles and floggers. Alexis knelt as ordered, assuming the same position as the slave girl who still had eyes only for Master John.
    “This is Wendy,” Master John said, moving toward the girl. A slight girl with a long, slender neck and a pixie-short haircut, she reminded Alexis of Audrey Hepburn in the old movies she liked to watch late at night on TV.
    Master John put his hand on Wendy’s head and she leaned into his hand, closing her eyes. When Sam had said that Master John owned a slave, it honestly hadn't occurred to Alexis that love would enter the equation, at least not his side of it. But as she watched Master John’s expression soften as he looked down at Wendy, Alexis realized the girl’s feelings were returned.
    Turning to face Alexis, Master John said brusquely, “This morning we will work on positions training. It’s essential that you learn the ten basic positions and their variations as quickly as possible. These are stepping stones as we move forward in your training. To keep it interesting, I’d like to test your reaction to certain sexual stimuli. But first, my slave will show you how it’s done.”
    He indicated the large poster on the wall just over Alexis’s head. “These are the basic positions. Wendy will demonstrate them for you. Pay close attention, as it’ll be your turn next.”
    Alexis scanned the list, wondering how she’d ever remember all that.
     
    Basic Slave Positions
    1.         Standing
    a.       Attention, hands behind your head, feet shoulder-width apart
    b.       At ease, hands behind your back
    2.        Kneeling 
    a.       At ease. Back straight, thighs spread, palms facing upward resting lightly on thighs
    b.       Offering. Facing away from Master/Mistress, kneel, cross wrists and stretch arms out, lean forward to place head on floor. Lift