training house | ivar & ella
My quirky starter challenge.
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Ivar walked through the training house. He hadn’t really meant to end up here. However, his therapist had thought the acquisition of a fully trained slave would enable him to address some of his issues with respect to possession and abandonment. After all, a slave would never leave. He had selected a delicate brunette with wide dark eyes and they brought her out to a display room.
The blindfold in place, the young female was put through her paces. Each position was elaborate, aggressive, and designed to show her to advantage. He liked the way she whimpered. She was beautiful when she came. She was without artifice. Some of the others were putting on a show. She had no show. She just seemed to feel and reflect that feeling in every movement. Others would be horrified by such a display but Ivar grew more entranced with every minute of observing her. Finally he flagged the attendant. “Bring her to me, please.” He asked gruffly, shifting slightly in a futile effort to hide the fact that he was turned on by the display.
They put her in a soft robe that enveloped her completely. She had her hair down and brushed out. No make-up and no artifice. Not even shoes to make her look taller. She was more petite than he imagined up close. She had been born and bred for the training house. She had never lived elsewhere according to her records. Her health was good. She was literate and rated well in terms of both IQ and EQ. Her obedience was only marred by the fact that she seemed unable to hide her true thoughts and emotions. This had left her at the training house far longer than most other women of her breeding year. This was considered a flaw. Ivar considered it to be her finest quality, if true. Deception enraged him.
Ivar reached out a hand to touch her cheek as she stood in front of him. To his surprise, she did not flinch away but rather seemed to move closer. “Hello Ella. I am Ivar Ragnarsson. I would like to take you home with me.”
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