A Master's Journey

Horrified that her fingers were still in her mouth, Ms. Nichols sank in her chair when she noticed the waiter standing at the table.

“Are you ready to order?” He asked very professionally as if he didn’t know she was just licking her pussy juice off her fingers.

“What is your special today?” Mr. Kane asked.

“Today we are featuring a roasted duck breast over a truffle risotto” the waiter replied.

“Excellent, we will both have the special” Mr. Kane said.

Ms. Nichols looked at Mr. Kane quizzically. “Is there a problem Ms. Nichols?” he asked.

“No Sir, I just didn’t expect you to choose my food, is all. I was thinking the Waldorf salad would be really good.”

“The Waldorf salad is exceptional here Ms. Nichols I am sure you would have enjoyed it. Choosing what you eat is no longer a luxury you have. Do you remember our conversation about limits during your interview?”

“I remember you saying that I am to do anything you want without hesitation.”

“Yes, that is correct” Mr. Kane continued. “Anything includes what you wear, what you eat, what you say and what you do. ‘Anything’ means just that.” 

“Yes, Sir, I understand now, thank you Sir.” Ms. Nichols sat silently thinking about all that has happened on her first day. Her head was spinning with wild thoughts about what crazy shit he will ask of her. What happens if I don’t like what he orders? Do I have to eat it? Can I not eat it? I guess I will just have to ask what to…

“Ms. Nichols, I see you are deep in thought. I expect you are a little scared wondering what this means. Wondering what I will make you eat or do and what will happen if you don’t like something I tell you to do. Is my hunch close?” Mr. Kane asked as he looked at her with caring eyes.

“That is incredible. How did…how do…it’s like you read my mind Sir” Ms. Nichols said as her mouth dropped open. She was dumbfounded that he basically just read her mind.

“I’m in the business of reading people and giving my customers whatever they need or want so they can have the best vacation possible Ms. Nichols. I did not grow BFV into a billion dollar company without being successful at reading my customers. If you think about it, most people would have the same questions racing through their head if they just experienced all that you did on your first day of a new job.  Wouldn’t you agree?” Mr. Kane asked.

“Yes Sir, I see your point. Now I know why BFV is so successful. You are very good at what you do.” Ms. Nichols said with a smile.

“I demand a lot from my employees Ms. Nichols…but I demand even more of myself. Let me assure you that as time goes on, I will get to know you better and, likewise, you will get to know me. These ‘choices’ I make for you may not always be one’s you would make for yourself but they are choices that I think are important to your training and your performance in carrying out the position of my personal assistant. I promised you in the interview that you would be taken care of and protected. I take that promise seriously. In time you will see and understand this not only from my words but from my actions, and as your trust in me builds, so too will your ability to serve me exactly how I want.”

When Mr. Kane spoke, Ms. Nichols would just lose awareness of everything else around her. His voice captivated her and she hung on every word he said. It was like the two of them were the only two living things on the planet.

“Ms. Nichols, there is one other thing you should know. Some of the tasks I give you are a test. It is how I judge your progress and whether or not you are ready for something…shall we say… more difficult. I will push you constantly. It’s the only way to find your maximum potential. It will not always be easy.” Mr. Kane paused, took a sip of his ice water then looked directly at Ms. Nichols.

“Did you insert the ben-wa balls or the anal plug first when you went to the bathroom? He asked.

Ms. Nichols stopped and thought for a moment. Did I miss something…why is he asking this? Oh shit did I do something wrong? Her heart was racing at thought of what might happen if she screwed up. She started replaying each step in her head. “I think Sir, I inserted the ben-wa balls first…I was nervous and I, um… I thought they would be the easiest place to start.”

“The first thing on the card after dropping your skirt was “insert the anal plug” was it not?” Mr. Kane said sternly.

“Oh…um I’m not sure I remember exactly Sir” Ms. Nichols said in a shaky voice.

“Well you have the bag right there. Open it up and read the card Ms. Nichols” Mr. Kane said. It was obvious he was a little perturbed.

As her hands fumbled to pull the card out she started to remember what it said. The anal plug was first right after dropping her skirt. Her breathing quickened and she could feel a light sweat coming across her forehead. “It says to insert the anal plug first Sir” she said as her head fell and she looked down. She could not look him in the eye…she was afraid what she might see in his face.

“Ms. Nichols, what made you think you had the authority to decide in which order you will carry out the tasks on the card? Do you think the order of the tasks was randomly done? Do I strike you as a man who has a lot of randomness in His life?” Mr. Kane’s voice was very matter of fact and almost angry.

“No Sir, you seem to be in control of everything. I am so sorry…I will always follow your tasks exactly in the order given from now on. Please forgive me…”

Just then the waiter showed up with lunch. He placed the food down and then asked if they needed anything else.

“We are all set in the food department, thank you. We just need some additional training and instruction” Mr. Kane said to the waiter with a sly grin and a wink.

“Well I will leave that part to you. I’ll bring your check” the waiter said as he walked off.

“Ms. Nichols, when I get back to the office I will start a log book of your progress. It will record both the good and the bad.”

“Bad Sir?” Ms. Nichols asked.

“Yes, the rewards, the punishments, the milestones, the struggles. It will be your diary of the journey you are on. Are you excited about the thought of being on a journey?”

“Oh yes Sir, very excited.” Ms. Nichols said with a smile as she clenched her legs together under the table, feeling the plug filling her ass.

“Good. When we get back I will check to see just how excited you are.”