The Training of C

DAY TWO, ACT FIVE - TALKING, TENDERNESS, CLAPPING, AND SOCKS

I sob.

I cry.

Not long ago I'd been energetically, enthusiastically screwing another woman in plain view of you. I'd been drugged, admittedly, but that's no excuse. Despite all I'm forcing you to do, all I'm forcing you to endure, it was never my intention to be unfaithful to you. Never.

I...I failed you.

A wiser man than me once said that you can never go back, only forward, and if you don't bring all of yourself with you you'll never see the sun again. He was right. If I could take time back right now I'd do it in a heartbeat. Because I can't see the sun...

Fresh tears wet my face.

"Come over here," I hear you say, quietly.

That...surprised me. I thought I'd be the last person you'd want near you right now. With the possible exception of Dawn.

I get up on legs that are doing their best but have have had a bit of a day, and stagger over.

"Release me. Please." you say. I have to consider this because no-one from the Club has told me I can, but I decide that special circumstances apply and I reach under the bed, fumbling to release the strap that's holding you to it. It takes me a minute.

"You never were any good at bras, were you?" you say, and I cry-laugh. I finally puzzle it out and the strap comes free. Somewhat to my surprise, you don't get up.

Tears are still running down my face, because the guilt I'm feeling isn't going to go away with just one bra joke, good though it undoubtedly was.

"Come here," you say, patting the bed beside you. I lie down against you. I feel your arms come around me, hugging me tightly, and I sob into your shoulder. My dick is still rigid, the last lingering effects of the devil-pill that Dawn gave me. For once I wish it would just read the sodding room. We're trying to have a moment here.

This goes on for a bit. It's been an emotional trip for me, and not the one I'd intended.

"I'm sorry," I say, temporarily blarted out. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Shhh," you reply. "It's going to be all-right."

"I never, ever intended to be unfaithful to you!” I cry.

“I know. And you weren’t,” you say.

That’s going to need some explaining, because I'm pretty sure I remember shagging another woman right here in this room, right in front of you.

“Dawn had possession of your mind from practically the moment she walked in,” you say. “She knew exactly how to play you. The drug didn’t help either – what the hell were you thinking, taking it?”

I make confused shrugging motions, because it's a damn good question and I don't have an answer.

"She hooked you from the first. She was very good. I mean, I'll obviously kill her if I see her again, but I have to admit she knew exactly what she was doing. That first cock-squeeze? It was masterful. Your brain switched off."

You have a point, I grudgingly admit.

"She took me from you," I say, my guilt rising up again.

"No. She didn't. Not for long, anyway. And I got you back. Answer me this honestly: if she walked in here now, what would you do?"

"Probably my level best to prevent you going up on murder charges," I reply, with some feeling.

"Seriously," you reply.

I look at you. "Oh, I'm very serious."

You sigh. "Ok, put it another way: if she came back in and offered you a repeat performance, with me tied to the bed and forced to watch again..."

...you seem to be saying that with slightly more relish than I'd have expected, I can't help but notice...

"...would you accept?"

"No." The reply comes from the very depths of my being. My conscious mind played no part in it, although when it caught up a pico-second later it thoroughly agreed and gave me a hearty thumb's up. The thought of touching Dawn again makes me shudder, and not in a good way.

"Then it's ok."

You're taking this remarkably well, I think.

I feel your hand patting my dick. "So, you going to do something with that, or what?"

"I...er...what now?"

"She had you briefly. I want you back properly, and the only way to do that is..."

You part your legs slightly.

Oh. Oh my.

"Before we do, there's one thing I need you to know," I say. "It's important."

"What's that?"

"I lied to Dawn. Your arse is way better than hers."

You smile. "That's nice dear, but you're still not shagging it."

Worth a try, I think to myself.

"Not tonight, anyway."

I blink. And file that comment away in my mental inbox with a 'High Priority' flag on it.

"Now, " you say. "Fuck me. Please."

And I proceed to do just that. I start off hesitantly, because that guilt just won't go away, despite your words, but you reach down and practically pull me into you.

And then we...I'm sorry, this is cheesy as hell, but it's the truth...we make love. You wrap your arms around my waist and pull, trying to get as much of me into you as possible. I kiss you. You kiss me back. I move in you and I see you smile, panting slightly. You roll us over and ride me, gazing down as you slowly fuck me, before deliberately cupping your breasts. I love it when you do that and you know it, so you're clearly doing it for my benefit. We continue like this for a minute or two, taking pleasure in each other's bodies and reconnecting in fundamental and important ways, before I roll us back again, this time kneeling between your legs and thrusting into you. I don't think we've broken eye contact since we started. Well, apart from me oggling your boobs but that's on you. You squeeze your left boob with obvious pleasure, and your right hand descends to your clit, stimulating yourself still further. That's...a little out of character.

A familiar sensation is building, rapidly. "Close!" I croak. "Same!" you pant. Your right hand becomes a blur and I feel you clench around me as you buck on the bed. I thrust one last time into you and my own orgasm owns me. And with it, all my guilt, all my worry, all my doubt, gushes out of me.

And because that sodding pill is still working to some extent, so does what looks to be about a pint of sperm.

You lie back, laughing, slightly out of control. "Fucking hell, J" you giggle. "You've absolutely ruined the sheets!"

It's too much, and I collapse in laughter as well. And I know that everything will, indeed, be ok between us. I start to see the sun again.

We're both startled by a round of applause. Unbeknownst to us, Girth and Toya had entered the room.

"You know what you pair are?" Girth says. "Next-level in love with each other. Normally we have to break that down a bit in order for the Training to take, and Dawn is really fucking good at doing that, as a rule. All that stuff she said at the end? That was for C’s benefit, to break her, because once broken we can put the pieces back together in a slightly different order. Instead it broke you and made C’s faith in you stronger, because she saw you being manipulated. And more to the point, she saw you fighting it. That…doesn’t happen much. That’s why we allowed you to fuck C, despite it normally being against the rules. We needed to allow C to repair you. And we needed fresh data. And it turns out you're so into each other it's positively obscene."

We grin in the slightly embarrassed way that people who have just been unexpectedly complimented on their shagging do. Although I also think it’s a bit rich for Girth of all people to call anything ‘obscene’, given that he has a cock that’s freakishly wide, balls that were clearly delivered to the wrong address (there’s a Shetland Pony somewhere writing a strongly worded letter of complaint), and has fucked my unwilling wife and made her cum, despite herself. I realise I’m starting to have some complex feelings about that. Somehow, the fact that I'm starting to regard Girth as a friend is altering my feelings about that particular event.

Maybe C isn't the only one of us that needs Training...

"Of course, we're still going to fuck some slut into her," Girth opines, bringing me back to Earth.

"Girth, mate?" I say.

"Hmm?

"You may be on the verge of spoiling the mood just a teensy bit."

He gives this some thought. "Fair point." he says.

Toya leads you out to get you cleaned up and procure a change of clothes. Honestly, this place is murder on your wardrobe. I look at Toya's lovely arse as she walks you away, and my cock gives a twitch before deciding it's going to take the rest of the evening off. Finally.

Girth stays with me and has a lot of water brought in. I don't so much drink it as teleport it directly into my body. It revives me, and my legs resume normal-ish operations, although the sensation in my balls tells me I may not be moving much tomorrow.

I dress, trying to solve the Mystery of the Missing Sock. I know for a fact I had two of the bastards when I arrived here.

"If it makes you feel better, " Girth says, "C was absolutely right. I'll show you the video sometime - hell, you'll have a copy of it, obviously - but just watch her. Your words really did hurt her..."

...the guilt-worm is back...

"...but you can clearly see her analyse the situation and come to the realisation that you weren't you. You weren't in control, therefore you weren't being unfaithful to her. I'm honestly not sure you could be. You're loyal to C on an almost biological level, and that's rare. That's really rare. Trust me - Dawn was right: most husbands will take some free ass if offered, especially if it's Dawn's, because deep-down they want to. And I honestly don't know how Dawn does it – hormones, some sort of subliminal hypnosis…fuck, witchcraft for all I know…but they are - as you were - utterly under her control before she even lays a finger on you, or speaks a word. She’s uncanny.”

“Is she entirely sane, though?” I ask, with some feeling.

“Who is, mate? Who is?”

Point, I think.

“It’s rather funny though, “ he says, “she was with us when we were watching you pair as well, and when C casually mentioned she’d kill her if she ever saw her again, Dawn had one of those ‘gosh, look at the time’ moments. It takes a lot to put the wind up Dawn, but C did. Pretty sure she’s halfway to Croydon right about now.”

Good, I think. Stay there.

He looks serious. “You ok?”

I smile, sadly. “C has a saying: ‘Regret is a part of being alive. But try to keep it a small part.’”

"You've got a remarkable women there, J.” Girth says. “Truly remarkable. It's almost a shame she needs Training in the first place. I'm slightly jealous if I'm going to be honest, and it's strictly against the rules for us to get emotionally involved with our clients. I know, because I drafted them. But I have to admit I've got a bit of a crush on her."

He gazes off into the distance, clearly in some other world right now. With my wife.

Confused feelings again.

He returns.

"But honestly," he says, "what happened between you and C afterwards? That was proper gorgeous. Toya was crying."

My face clearly indicates that I'm highly sceptical of that last comment.

His expression turns more serious. "But I thought you should know. We were watching everything, obviously, and we know the signs."

He pauses melodramatically.

"It's very early days J, but C's Training is starting to take."

END OF DAY TWO