Bootcamp

[a_libertine]

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He sat in the early morning hours on his porch. A steaming cup of coffee sat off of his right hand and the valley below him was marginally lighter than the mountain behind him. The community below was still mostly asleep, the occasional light flared on.

Running shoes were strap snugly on his feet in preparation for his morning run. Currently without a 'client' he was looking forward to some down time. While not as intense as serving in the army had been, his chosen profession after retirement was its own form of intensity and the downtime was greatly welcomed.

Finishing the coffee, Chance Woodward set the cup aside and began running down the mountain. His stride was easy and graceful. He set a moderate pace for the long run he had in mind. Hour after hour passed by and he arrived back at his log house nearly at lunch time.

Wiping the sweat from his arms and head, he grabbed a snack to devour and frowned at his cell phone blinking with a missed call. Picking it up he looked at the number and a smile crossed his face. This wasn't a client. Well, not a current one at any rate.

He listened to the very brief voicemail that contained nothing more than, "Call me, Master Chance."

Chance placed the phone down while he ate his homemade granola bar and frowned deeply. "Master Chance?" Was it possible he had to retrain Heather? Not likely, but possible he gathered. Heather had been one of his first clients, the third. She and Mike were in a tough spot in their marriage and they came to him for help, after hearing about him through someone else. Chance had never asked who told them about him, and in the long term it wasn't that important.

What was important was that they had referred several others his way and his business flourished with their 'patronage.'

Finishing the granola bar, Chance returned the call.

"Hello Master Chance."

Putting on his 'master' voice, Chance asked, "Why have you called me Mike?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then, "I need your help, Master Chance."

His impatience crept into his voice, "I gathered, what is it?"

Mike sounded defeated as he said, "It is with my daughter, Melody. We have tried everything to straighten her out, and she resists. I am at wits end, and if she doesn't get it together I am going to be forced to throw her out."

Chance stood a moment and thought about it. "What do you want me to teach her exactly?"

Mike's voice was soft, forlorn, as he said, "Teach her to be submissive. Teach her to obey."

Chance's heart seemingly stopped a moment. A father was asking him to dominate his daughter? What the hell was going on with the three of them?

Finding his voice again, "What does bitch number 3 think about your plan?"

There was a longer pause, and eventually Mike said, "She is not opposed to it."

Chance stood a moment thinking then asked, "Are you sure about this Mike?"

The anguish was clear as he blurted, "I have to try everything possible before I give up on her, don't I?"

Chance said, "Okay, send me the same packet on her, as you did for bitch number 3, once I have gone over it, I will call you back."

Hanging up the phone, Chance looked around the main room of his house and sighed. "Time to get to work," he said, then turned to arrange things properly.

 

[hells_fury]

Melody had just turned nineteen she was still living at home and had began college but was taking the summer off. Her grades weren't the problem, that was probably one of the only things she actually did right. However since she had dumped her ex things had changed for her. She hadn't told a single soul for her reason for leaving him, she hadn't even told him she simply just did it.

Now she sat inside of her room on complete and total lock down after getting arrested for underage drinking. Her father had bailed her out with the warning this would be the last time. Now he was going to be sending her to some reform school. She rolled her eyes at the thought as she began writing in her journal. She mostly wrote about her anger, her frustration, all of her frustrations. She didn't have many friends after leaving Greg.

They all sided with him. Telling her that he was such a sweet guy. She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily now. Yeah he was sweet and always the gentlemen and always gentle. He was better as her friend. He let her get away with everything and do whatever she wanted. Sure it seemed good at first and then it just got boring for her.

Hence her wild streak. She had started drinking, and partying. Going places she didn't belong. She had managed to get herself and fake ID and get into a few of the different clubs in the city. Her parents bailed her out five times now from being arrested. They were all petty things. Things that would have just caused her to pay a ticket off after court. No matter her Father had seemed to handle it. She grinned at that.

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Mike sat in his office, his wife sitting at his feet kneeling before him. Her head rested on his lap as was now customary if she wished to be in his office with him. Sure he sounded a lot like a sadist and he was. He owned his wife, she was his in every way. She obeyed him, followed the rules, sometimes occasionally she didn't and she would be punished. Safe Words were always in place and he knew no matter what he did to her, she knew he loved her as she loved him.

Mike had called Chance informing him of his daughter Melody. He wasn't use to someone not listening. Not only that but Melody was getting herself into a lot of trouble. She would end up in prison if she didn't stop going down the path she was on now. He began filling out the paper work that Chance would need.

 

[a_libertine]

Chance received the dossier from Mike via email later in the day. Sitting in front of the three monitors for his computer he read it carefully taking notes in a new black leather bound book. On the top of page 1 he wrote "Bitch 20".

His hand writing was neat, evenly spaced block characters that could be used to teach kindergarten children proper form. His notes were copious, essentially a rewriting of the doasier. He had found in the past that his retention was much higher if he followed this simple ritual.

Off his right shoulder the sun was setting in the valley, lighting it in warm reds and golds. He paused long enough to watch as the sun made its decent beneath the far away horizon. The warm light made the wood interior walls shimmer with a glow nearly that of a candle. The while effect softened his austere, sculpted face.

His eyes glinted as they moved back to the photos of Melody. Turning to the keyboard he brought a browser up and started hus own research on the young woman.

 

[hells_fury]

Mike had managed to get Melody to go to the reform school and she described it. The drive was quiet now. Melody had started out complaining and when that got her nowhere she sat there folding her arms across her chest and staring out the window. She wasn’t happy about this, in no way. She didn’t care how beautiful it was, or as her Father decided she needed to change her life. To be honest she didn’t know what she was looking for.

The next thrill maybe, the bad boy to date. She didn’t know. Sighing as they pulled up the drive way she shook her head again. ”I can’t believe you are making me doing this. Dropping me off to some stranger. He is probably some pervert.” She antagonized her father as they finally parked.

Her Father had no outside response to her. This is what had to happen, and he knew it. He was at the end of his rope with Melody and the things she was getting into could destroy her life. GET out. He ordered her. His voice didn’t raise, it was an order, and his tone said it all. And Melody listened, she really had no choice in the matter.

Walking up the drive way she saw him standing there. This Chance guy her father had told her about, briefly. Glancing at him she took him in. He was well dressed and somehow managed to have a rugged and clean cut look about him. He had to be in his lower 40s maybe. She wasn’t sure. He handsome sure, under those clothes she imagined nothing but pure muscle. She figured she would be right. Though that didn’t really matter. She stood there her arms folded across her chest.

Her father nodded to chance. ”She is yours for as long as it takes and not before she has changed her ways.” He didn’t want Melody to know what exactly Chance was so he kept it vague. That had been in the information he sent to him. ”Goodbye Melody, you would be wise to listen.” He returned to the care at that point, got in and drove away. Melody was left standing there in shock and pure anger.

 

[a_libertine]

He has sent a one line email to Mike; "Bring her to me."

He could have gone to get her and thought seriously about doing so. In the end he decided it was best that her father drop her off. For the finality of her situation.

Mike responded immediately that they we'd be there the next day. So Chance spent a couple hours researching his new student.

Melody was all over the place. Facebook twitter instagram, snapchat, and even an alternative lifestyle website. She appeared to be more of a lurker on the alternative site, but there nonetheless.

He woke at his usual time of 5:00 AM and followed his routine. Coffee, run, light work out in the room with the free weights and nautilus equipment. The room also had a treadmill and elliptical for the winter months when it was unsafe to run outside in the snow and cold temperature.

Having showered shaved and dressed for his client, Chance waited patiently on the porch until they arrived. When Melody got out of the car his breath caught in his throat. None of the online pictures had done her justice. She was astonishongly good looking. Dark hair fell mid way down her back in a carefree way. She wore shorts that were, in most cases, indecent to wear. They were incredibly short and tight, her mons clearly visible. He assumed she was wearing some form of underwear due to the lack of a camel toe. Her legs were strong and firm. Chance did not doubt at all she had a fantastic ass behind her, but, he would know that soon enough.

Above her shorts was a flat stomach covered by a sheer white tank top that was at least on size too small. Her tits were straining against the black lace bra and tank top. He was certain that if Melody did a jumping jack her tits would fly out unimpeded in any way by the two very sheer layers of cloth that highlighted them more than contained them.

He found his body reacting and immediately quelled the impulse.

He noted in satisfaction that she did not have a bag. She would not need one here. He looked at her until she stopped at the base of the oak log stairs that led to the porch.

His voice was cold and hard as he said, "Your father has abandoned you here with me for training. You have no clothes except what is on your back. No cell ohone. No money. "

He paused a moment to let it sink in. Then he said, "If you consent to this training follow me into the house. Your other option is to turn around. My nearest neighbor is a mile down the road."

Having said what was needed he did a precise about face and strode into his large log home and left the door open.

 

[hells_fury]

Melody stood there. He was a gorgeous man to look at, the way he spoke though lit that anger inside of her. However as her father left Chance spoke. She listened not saying a word. Still letting the situation sink in. When he told her she could leave. She thought about it. Honestly thought about it. However if she did, she would be homeless by the nights end. She took a deep breath sighed heavily and went up the stairs.

”I cannot believe what I am doing.” she spoke to herself mostly. Shaking her head she found him inside standing there. ”So are you some kind of pervert should I be worried or scared, or perhaps have a future lawsuit.” She was a law student, she was also a spit fire with a quick wit and a lot of attitude. Which was good for the court room, and she did phenomenal in the mock trials, however day to day she could be exhausting. She liked pushing buttons, of course looking for a response.

Rolling her eyes before he could speak she spoke again. ”What kind of reform school is this anyways?” Her voice was laced with venom and pure attitude. She stood there her arms folded just beneath her breasts as she looked at Chance. She couldn’t complain about getting to look at him daily, of course that would probably be the only bonus of being here though. The fact that she was here didn’t delight her.

 

[a_libertine]

She moved with the easy grace of a person in good physical shape, which was also quite obvious to the eyes, and he was grateful that he would not have to get her into shape.

He listened dispassionately to her near tirade and waited until she finished before deigning to answer. "Yes to the first part of your question. I am a sexually diverse and enjoy many things that your average man do not. I am as unlike Greg as any other man you may meet in the future."

He walked around her and was rewarded with the sight of her full hard ass as he did. He came back around to her front and stood so close that light found it difficult to pass between them, yet he didn't touch her. "As far as suing me goes, I don't think you will want to by the time I am done with you. If anything you will be very thankful and appreciative."

His eyes searched her face a moment then he addressed her last question. "This is not a reform school. I am a trainer, pure and simple. What I train is outside the norm, and I get paid a great deal of money to do my work, my passion."

His eyes narrowed slightly, boring into her light brown eyes a moment. "You may have three more questions today, use them wisely. After the three, training begins. Ask wisely."

 

[hells_fury]

Melody stood there and listened to him. At first it was pure disgust, but his words touched her curiosity. She felt as if she were on display to him and that did not bother her one little bit. She looked at him when he stood so close to her she waited to be touched and was surprised when she wasn't.

Hearing that she has three questions. She took a breath and began to think. She needed to know a few things and her first question would be simple. "How are you different from any man I have ever met with exceptional detail please?"

Her attitude was still there but she didn't let that get the best of her. No she needed to be smart now. And not waste any one question. She would be careful in her wording and her question she asked.

 

[a_libertine]

He looked at her as if he expected the question ND replied, "I will discipline you when you deserve it and I will reward you when you earn it."

The flicker of shock and doubt in her eyes brought a warm smile to his face. "What little you will get away with will be because I allow it. Not because you pulled one over on me. I will touch you when I want, and you will touch me only when I want. You will show me deference and respect, because I will teach you to do so."

To prove the point his hand reached out and he caressed her upper arm, his fingers dangerously close to her massive breast. "Two more."

 

[hells_fury]

His words should have frightened her, yet they didn't. She listened and took in what he said. She didn't like it. "Yeah...ok" When he touched her, her words were cut off. She took a breath and swallowed. . She glanced to where he touched her and finally looked back up to him.

"How will you punish me?" It was something she felt would need to be asked. Punishing someone could mean a lot of things and she knew it. She didn't know a thing about him besides his name Chance. That was all her Father had told her. He hadn't told her anything else or answered any one of her numerous questions.

She stood there looking at him now. Part of her was curious and another part of her still wanted to leave. Even though that wasn't an option for her now. She knew it, something instinctual. She didn't have options, this was her only option and she would have to stick it out.

 

[a_libertine]

He trailed his finger down her arm until he broke contact and looked at her after her question. "I will punish you in anyway I see fit. At any time I see fit."

Being so close to her, his nostrils could not help but pick up the scent of her perfume. It was fruity and sweet, suiting her well. It also was supercharging his sex drive. Every breath going from nostril to his cock which was being rather disobedient and was getting a little hard.

"Your last question today,: he said. "To spare you the question, you get five per day. Use them well and wisely."

 

[hells_fury]

She listens taking a deep breath. She expected him to take a step back and yet he didn't. Trying to think clearly she stands there silent. She wanted to see him, hell she wanted to touch him. She knew better than that, and she wasn't suppose to want that pervert she told herself.

"You are not really giving me direct answers. You are giving me enough of an answer to say that you did, but in truth still leaving me with an answer." She stated in a matter of fact tone.

Tilting her head she looked at him and chewed on her bottom lip in thought. What should she ask, she had plenty of questions but she needed something juicy and she knew it. "Why did my Father pick you, of all the places he could have sent me, why here? Please be a bit more descriptive with your words this time." She paused then spoke again. "If I have to be here and play by your rules its the least you could do."

She said with as much attitude as before. She didn't care what happened, well she did but she figured it couldn't be that bad. Hell her own Father had put her here. So people knew where she was, and would know if something horrible happened. Of course in truth she didn't have a death wish.

 

[a_libertine]

The question was original. It caught him momentarily off guard and he pondered how to answer. Slowly he wrapped his mind around the concept of telling her the truth and all of it's ramifications.

Pursing his lips, he said, "Finally, an original question."

He stepped around her, not backing up very much keeping the closeness, invading her space, getting her used to his proximity. As he stopped in front of her, he allowed his chest to brush against her breasts before moving back just far enough they weren't actually in contact anymore, but close enough that he could feel her, and he was certain she could feel him.

"Do you remember a few years ago when your parents were going through a rough patch in their marriage?" He waited for her to nod then said, "She came here for training, and as far as I know they have been happy together ever since.""

He looked at her and while the shock was still building on her face he said in a hard warm tone, "You are done today, now strip."

 

[hells_fury]

Melody stares at him. Stares at him in utter silence. That shut her up. Her mind went through the past, and the anger built inside of her. What the hell was this place, what the hell was he.

As he barked his next order her eyebrows shot up. "Excuse me!?" She said now folding her arms under her chest again. No matter how turned on by him her body seemed to be getting, that didn't matter. She didn't even know this man. "It will be a cold day in hell before I strip for you." She shook her head and turned around.

Leaving was a better option. He was a sick pervert, she wasn't about to play into any little fantasy that he had. She didn't care how good he looked, she wasn't about to take her clothes off for some man her father had sent her to. What the hell had her father been thinking. She was making her way for the door that she had walked through earlier.

 

[a_libertine]

His voice was amused as he stared at her perfect ass and said, "If I recall my literature correctly someone wrote that some layers of hell are perpetually frozen. So this is indeed a cold day in hell."

As she reached the door he said, "Consider carefully about walking out the door. Your life to this point has been filled with uncertainty, fear and anger. I will be blessed to help you through those emotions. But not if you leave. I am the last person , and only, who will help you for your sake, and not my own."

As she reached the threshold he said, Think it throiugh, not react."

 

[hells_fury]

His words caused her to pause. She stopped and thought about it. This was her only option and she knew it. She hated that he knew it though. She hated her Father and her Mother in this moment. Spinning around she stalked back to him with fury. Her eyes burning with her anger.

She began stripping off her clothes. Not in a sexy way, no she was rather pissed off about it. Throwing them to the floor. "Fine you want to me to strip and play some sick game. FINE" she said with all the anger she had within her. Till she stood naked in front of him.

"You happy now you sick Perv." She glared at him as she stood there before him seething with anger and completely nude.

 

[a_libertine]

Chance shook his head, "No. Your attitude needs a job adjustments."

Physically she was amazing and his body reacted predictably enough. As his cock hardened his boxers did little to keep him from creating an enormous tent in his slacks.

Still, he kept his face impassive as he said, "Pick up your clothes and put them in the fire place. You will not need them while you are here. When you leave I will provide clothing to you."

 

[hells_fury]

She shook her head at his words. Though she gathered her clothes and tossed them into the fire. She revelled in the fact that she made him hard. It didnt matter though. She was trapped, would probably be raped and tortured. Her life was now her own living hell.


"Why am I naked?" She demanded as she stood there staring him down. No excitement was evident, she wasnt even aroused now. Now she hated him and everyone else.

 

[a_libertine]

She had a saucy, sexy walk as she tossed her clothes into the fire place. Her anger was Cleary carved on her face and challenged him. In that it was her sixth question he ignored it. "Follow me," was his only answer.

He turned sharply, his mind not quite willing to let go of the sight of her cleanly shaved pussy, and began walking through the great room to the kitchen area. "I imagine that you are hungry. "

He walked to the bar and grabbed a stool and placed it at the end of the bar where he would have a clear view of her. He looked at her and said, "You have two choices here. You may sit on the stool with a leg draped off each side, or you will kneel where the stool currently is sitting. Which will it be?"

 

[hells_fury]

This man only seemed to be capable of pissing her off. Shaking her head she walked over sat on the stool and draped a leg over each side. "Happy asshole" she said shaking her head. This was all obsurd.

She felt like a puppet ehich she wasnt. Perhaps if she played along she could sooner and get home. Though she didnt think she wanted to play his game. She didnt like how he acted or spoke. She did like how he looked and her eyes found that bulge in his pants. Before she looked up to him.

 

[a_libertine]

He turned and faced her, his bulge pointing straight between her tits and said, "Don't move."

He strode purposefully from the kitchen and turned down the hall. Stopping at the second door on the right he walked in and over to the handcrafted cabinet. Opening it up he pulled out a pink ball gag with white cording and walked back into the kitchen.

Placing it on the counter he looked at her and in a low voice growled, You will speak to me with respect and you will not cuss. If you disobey either of those commands I will gaga you until I think you can comport yourself in a manner worthy of being here. Understand me?"

 

[hells_fury]

As he left she didnt move she simply sat there. She could handle silence. When her returned though and she saw the ball gag she swallowed hard. Hearing him made her skin crawl and sent shivers down her spine.

She couldnt speak so she just nodded. She didnt want to be gagged that was not something she ever wanted. Fear shot through her to her core now. She couldnt believe her father or her mother for that matter. She would deal with them when she finally got to leave here.

She watched him now, afraid of him. She for the first time realized how exposed she was to him. Her body seemed to respond to him evem though she didnt want to.

 

[a_libertine]

He stood there staring at Melody. He saw the realization and fear finally sink into her. She fully realized what she had found herself in.

His eyes trailed down to her heavy breasts and he watched as her nipples hardened slightly. The areola around her nipple was only one shade darker than the rest if her breast and faded into her breast. Her nipples however were quite distinct as they they gained rigidity. About half the diameter of a dime as they reached a temporary peak of hardness they were about as tall as a dime was wide.

And oh so delectable looking.

He leaned over his voice as soft as a feather on her skin as he whispered almost heatedly, "I will not permit willful disobedience. Mistakes will be made and learned from. Disobedience will meet with swift punishment."

He couldn't stop his hand if he wanted to as it rose and caressed her tit tenderly. "You will never speak to me, or any other man in that lurid angry manner. Understand? "

 

[hells_fury]

Melody sat there listening to him as he spoke in such a quiet tone. There was something deadly to his voice though. Something that ripped through her and told her to listen to this man. Every piece of her mind wanted to rebel against him. Yet she didn't, she sat there quietly for so long without speaking.

She tried to formulate a response in her mind, but the fear that he had caused was swift and as sharp as a blade. He had a penetrating gaze in those knowing eyes. Somehow she knew if she were to lie to him he would know it when she didn't. She nodded her head in understanding to him when he finished speaking.

As his hand came up to caress her breast she felt her chest heave as she took in a deep breath. Her heart was racing and still in her mind she wanted to rebel no matter how her body responded to him. No matter how many times she told herself to move she still found herself sitting there.

It lasted for a few moments before she finally snapped from her own thoughts and her gaze returned to his, now with her actually seeing him and not whatever it had been that was going on inside of her own mind.

 

[a_libertine]

Chance watched her closely as his hand scrapped across her breast. The nipple itself hardened under his touch and her eyes drifted to a far away place. As she came back to here and now, he nodded.

His cock was so hard it ached; part if his mind wondered if it were possible to break it from sheer excitement. "Very beautiful, " he whispered hoarsely.

He had originally planned to stop at the one touch but her reaction to that touch made him have second thoughts. The touch was just as powerful to him as it appeared as it was to her.

He turned to the kitchen. He pulled down a recipe book and put it on the counter. He looked at her and asked, " Do you know how to cook yet?