(My thanks again for Muddy for editing this for me. I realize it's a long story and hope you can hang in there, I simply couldn't find the right place to break it into two chapters.)
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It started out being a Tuesday, just like any other to me; my secretary putting through a call from an old friend soon changed all that. Jake never calls unless he needed something.
"I have a problem I think is more suited to your way of doing things than mine."
Mentally I was already working out what appointments I could postpone or cancel. We fixed a time and I arranged with my secretary to clear the afternoon for me. I was at his place a little after two that afternoon. We chatted for a while, but I could tell he had something on his mind and wanted to get to the point; he was just unsure how to approach it.
"Luke, I watched how you trained Cara, even though you included some of my advice, she was pretty well ready when you handed her to me for the week."
Again he paused and I was getting the feeling that this was new territory to him, actually asking for my help must have taken a lot of soul searching.
"I have a girl at the moment I want you to look at for me. Give me your opinion."
That peaked my interest I had known Jake a little over five years now and he was very good at what he does, you see in our world Jake is a trainer, he teaches women the art of being a slave. He's respected in this part of the country, Jake isn't a slave trader, woman actually come to him for training, sometimes a Master or Mistress would call Jake and he would take on a girl for some sort of specific training but most of the time he would only agree to train a woman to be a slave if she came to him.
It was his niche in life and he enjoyed it so who was I to judge him, since I myself was a Master that had used him. I placed my cup on the table and told him he had my undivided attention. For a moment Jake thought about what to say then shrugged his shoulders and stood beckoning me to follow him, he opened the door at the end of the room and we both descended the stairs. He was just about to open the door at the bottom when he looked at me and simply said that I was to watch her eyes.
Now I knew why Jake had involved me in this, the door opened. This was my first sight of Meagan; she was in the middle of the room hanging about a foot off the floor by a harness. Jake walked in first and we stood about three feet from her. Meagan still had her back to us at the time, all she had on was a wide belt and a cuff on each wrist that attached to the belt, her arms were tied back and her whole body weight was suspended on her arms. Jake gave her ass a slap; it was the force of the blow that moved her around to face us.
Jake stopped her swing and I now came face to face with her and I have to say that if looks could kill I would have been stone dead that very instant. Meagan for her part locked her gaze on me and never seemed to blink. Jake unhooked the rope from the wall and lowered her to the ground, then the most amazing thing happened, once her toes touched the basement floor a veil seemed to drop over her eyes and they became soft almost sexual.
Once Jake undid the belt and took off the cuffs Meagan went down onto her knees and placed her hands on her legs, finally her head lowered and she stared at the floor, totally submissive.
"You see what I mean? I've worked on her for a month now and it's always the same, I can't place her anywhere her training still isn't complete because I can't move her beyond this point."
"Then look on it as a failure and tell her to leave," That was the only piece of advice I could offer at that moment.
I was watching Meagan as we talked about her, her whole body language screamed that she wanted to speak, her training kept her on the floor and silent. Jake shrugged and resigned himself to this woman being one of his few failures. I was still watching her intently her body began to shake her whole being seemed to be in turmoil, yet still her training held her silent and to the floor. By now I was starting to become curious. Telling Meagan to stand she stood two feet from both of us her eyes riveted to my chest.
Jake could sure find them, Meagan was about five foot six, jet black shoulder length hair, rather broad shoulders for a woman, her breasts must have been that middle ground between a B and C-cup, and I smiled when I thought she could easily get away with not wearing a bra. I suppose just then it was one of those, right place, right time moments. She moved fractionally and the light caught her hip at just the wrong angle. My smile faded when I spotted it. I looked at Jake.
"Ok old friend, I will do what I can with her but what if I can't do anything?"
Jake shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "She came to me I can't do anything with her beyond what I have, if you can't then she leaves, none of my clients will touch her the way she is at the moment."
He spun around and headed for the door, closing it behind him.
"Get dressed."
Instantly Meagan rushed to the corner and with her back to me pulled on a pair of panties and a summer dress, again I smiled, I was right no bra. She quickly put her feet into sandals and grabbed her purse the whole exercise took four minutes. She followed me up the stairs and I waved goodbye to Jake, in his mind he had effectively washed his hands of her, to him she was my problem now. Out on the side walk and away from Jake's I stopped and turned to Meagan, my hand in my jacket pocket, finding a card and pulling it out.
"First off, don't ever play me for dumb, take this card and come by my office when you're able to. We will talk and decide what to do."
I jotted a few words onto the back of the card and handed it to her. Meagan's face remained calm her eyes gave just a small glint of confusion then even they became neutral, she took the card nodded and left. I went back to work and for a week heard nothing from Meagan and to be honest I didn't expect to.
My secretary buzzed me and came in, I was on the phone at the time so just watched her as she stood by my desk with a card in her hand. Once I finished the call I took the card, recognized it instantly and told her to show the lady in. Moments later Meagan appeared and sat across from me, we both looked at each other saying nothing until we heard the door click shut.
"I still want this; I thought Jake was the answer now it seems you are."
I looked into her eyes; she stared back at me a hint of defiance in her eyes mixed with hope on her face. I leaned over and clicked the intercom telling my secretary to hold all my calls for the next thirty minutes. I then told Meagan to stand, she did.
"Remove your clothes and I warn you right now, if I don't see what I expect to see then we are finished, I warned you the one and only time not to play me for dumb, let's see if you took the hint."
Meagan didn't even falter, her hands went to her blouse undid the buttons and removed it, folded it and placed it on the corner of the desk, her bra followed and went on top of the blouse, her skirt followed and there it was. I told her to stop; she blushed when she knew what I was looking at.
"I don't know how you see this before, all the time Jake worked on me he didn't, granted his mind was often elsewhere."
She smiled as she said it so I knew she wasn't disrespecting him. I told her to put her clothes back on and watched her as she did, my mind still unsure that I should really be involved.
"My brother served in the same unit, I know the tattoo you have is your right of passage. You used a flesh pad to hide it from Jake because you're still on active service."
A deer caught in headlights couldn't have given a better impression of Meagan just then. Her mouth opened and shut yet no sound came from her lips. She seemed to be on auto pilot as she finished getting dressed and sat back down. I thought to myself why the heck was I doing this, but the only answers I came up with were Meagan's eyes and that tattoo.
"Your brother..!" Was all she could say before her eyes looked away and then back to my chest her whole body was in turmoil now as she suddenly realized just how exposed she had now become and suddenly figuring out she was about to give me a gift. Just one of many from now on, this one was, trust.
"I'm the brains of the family, my brother has the looks. It was my company that invented the flesh pad, I used my brother as a template and once we perfected it, his unit uses them all the time, in return I chose not to put it on the open market. I have no doubt its cost me a small fortune not to, but I also believe it also helped you folks since it's not even known to exist."
It took her a moment to absorb the information and said.
"I went home not long after I passed the course, Mom and I were in bikini's by the pool Mom went crazy when she spotted the tattoo; Dad took one look and knew instantly. He has never talked to me about it and acted as interference on Mom since. Usually when I go home I use a flesh pad to cover it and told Mom I had it lasered off, Dad knows differently."
It seems Meagan is a fast learner. I gave just a little of myself and she did exactly the same, I started to wonder if I had stumbled on the key that would open Meagan up, perhaps there was hope for her after all.
"Ok lie to me and you leave, when are you due to be posted again?"
She blushed and lowered her head slightly, "In ten days, we're away for a year."
Damn it, ten days wasn't anywhere near enough time, she was asking me to be in this for the long haul I wasn't sure I wanted to be. It was then she looked directly at me again a silent plea in her eyes. My mind started to work out a plan, perhaps it would work but the odds were so tilted against her I doubted it.
