At the end of a very pleasant foot massage, Chris says, "you are progressing quite nicely as a body slave."

He edges around the thought body slave. 

"Thank you, Chris." 

"But, of course, there are more skills involved in being a body slave than the ones I have taught you so far, and we will concentrate on those more next month. Grooming and dressing your master. Attendance at parties. Sex," he adds, off-handedly, as if it were not the whole point of the conversation.

He will interact with that thought later. 

"Yes, Chris."

That's the "I'm repressing this thought" face. Not acceptable right now. 

"My associate Rachel will visit tonight to begin your sexual training."

Rachel owes him a favor anyway. 

It doesn't matter. Not unless he wants to walk out the door and never come back. 

"Yes, Chris." 

"Tell me what you're feeling."

"I… have never enjoyed sex much and I don't anticipate that changing. Chris." 

Says the man who has been jerking off every day after being spanked for two weeks. 

"You are not here to enjoy sex. You are here to be used in the way that your master pleases, which may include sex."

You asked what I was feeling, he doesn't say. 

"Yes, Chris," he says. 

Chris hugs him and kisses his forehead. "I am confident in your ability to please Rachel."

"Thank you, Chris." His voice has gone soft. 

Chris kisses his forehead one last time and leaves. "Study."

"Yes, Chris," he says to the closing door. 

He studies. 

Chris calls Rachel, argues with her, calls in his favor, and schedules Marlo's first attempt at sexual service for tonight.

He tells Marlo to scrub the walls. He feels full of restless energy. He is too good at his job to let that make him pickier than usual.

About an hour before Rachel is scheduled to arrive, Chris says, "you should take your punishment now. Rachel may want to use you all night."

"Yes, Chris." 

Pants off. Across Chris's lap. He tries not to think about tonight. 

The spanking builds slowly. Chris pauses between strokes to touch him. 

Usually it takes a while for Marlo to start to let sounds through his throat. Not this time. 

When he starts letting sounds through his throat, Chris says, "good boy", and then continues the litany of his inadequacy.

He moans softly at good boy and the sounds get louder. 

When the spanking is done, Chris pets Marlo from his shoulder to the crease where his ass meets his thigh. 

"I suggest," he says, "you think of sex with Rachel as something you are doing to please me. Perhaps it will make it more enjoyable."

"Yes, Chris." His voice is very soft. 

Chris touches him and praises him until a knock comes at the door.

"On your belly," he says.

"Yes, Chris." 

He gets down on the floor and tries his level best not to think about anything at all. 

Chris takes her coat and they make small talk at the door. 

"Oh!" Rachel says when she sees Marlo. "He's beautiful, isn't he? Such good form."