After my mistake in the training room, I take a break from sensual training, both to give myself a chance to build my own discipline and to let Jessica fully understand what I demand of her. Still, with long hours to use each day, there's plenty to teach her how to do.

“What's this sir?” Jessica asks one morning when I come into her room with a wrapped package under my arms and my duffel bag on my back. “A pillow?”

“No, that'll come next time,” I say, noting that her room is spotless. Good girl. “Actually, this is for after your shower.”

“Shower, sir? Really?” Jessica asks excitedly, her eyes gleaming. “Why?”

“You did a great job on the laundry yesterday,” I say simply. “You've been trying hard, and you deserve more than just those thin sweats. Keep them though, you're not done with them by a long stretch. Now, come with me upstairs for the day.”

As Jessica behaves better and starts to apply herself to her training, I've given her more tests as well as more privileges, although I still cannot trust her to be out of my sight. I've let her have more time out of her room, for one, joining me most meals in the dining room. In fact, it's been my most effective training tool, just taking away her chance to interact with me. But she has done little to frustrate me in the week and a half since I left her in the training room for four hours while I purged myself of my weakness, ironically in the other half of the warehouse in punishing myself with a workout that left me puking into a bucket before I was in control of myself enough to go back and untie her.

“What is today's agenda, sir?” she asks, an improvement over yesterday when she slipped and called me Rodrigo. A lunch of just bread and water along with only being allowed to use her camp potty in her room for the day solved that.

“Today after the shower you're going to shadow me while I exercise,” I say. “Then later, I'm expecting a visit from The Dryad, she's back in Sicily and sent me a text message, she's joining us for dinner.”

“Should I cook?” Jessica asks, and I shake my head, inwardly pleased. She's already starting to think and anticipate like a lady.

“No, The Dryad doesn't enjoy American style Italian, and I haven't taught you how to cook any Greek dishes yet,” I tell her. “I will have to go out for a few hours in the afternoon to get the supplies I need, so you'll be in your room, then you will shadow me as I teach you. But first... your shower.”

I lead Jessica not to the smaller guest bathroom that I have but to my master bathroom, which when I bought the place was actually one of five small bedrooms that the villa had. She looks around in wonder as I close the door, turning to face me at the end. “This is huge.”

“I enjoy a good shower. Now strip, put your clothes in the hamper there, and I'll hand you the first item in the package.”

While I haven't touched or bound Jessica in the time since I kissed her, that hasn't meant that I haven't kept her aware of the sexual desires that we both feel for each other. It's the main reason I'm having her shadow me in the gym, I don't need someone to load the plates on the bar for me or to towel me off when I get sweaty. But I want her aware of my body, and I want her aware of her own fantastic body as well.

Jessica strips almost eagerly, wanting to show me her sinfully voluptuous form, cupping her breasts as she turns around and sways her ass a little as she enters the clear glass shower cubicle.

“First then... here,” I say, opening my duffel bag and taking out the body wash. “A lot better than simple soap.”

Jessica takes the body wash and inhales the scent deeply, smiling in appreciation. “Thank you sir. It's heavenly.”

I have to agree, as watching Jessica rub the luxurious exfoliating wash into her skin is heavenly erotic. The way her fingers slip and slide over her body from her neck to her waist is so arousing that if I weren't intent on training her I'd join her in the shower. As it is, I I indulge a little by opening the door when she goes to wash her legs, giving me an unobstructed view of her amazing ass and pussy winking at me from behind. “Sir?”

“You're tremendously beautiful, Jessica. I enjoy watching you. Now, get between every toe, because there's something I want you to do next,” I reply, making her blush as she keeps washing. Both of us moan when her hand slide between the generous half globes of her ass, teasing me a look at her most intimate of spaces. “Have you ever had anal sex, Jessica?”

She looks back, her eyes glazed in desire and her breath coming in deep draws as she looks at my cock, which is hard and throbbing in my shorts, shaking her head. “Just my fingers, sir. But I've tried to be good, I haven't masturbated at all.”

I nod, knowing. Her room is so small, the area tight enough that if Jessica did touch herself, I could smell it hours later. “You've been very good, Jessica. Now, the next thing.”

I reach into my bag and take out two items, a shaving gel and a razor. The blade is brand new and fresh, and I hand it to her, knowing that even if it's a safety razor, it's something she hasn't used in a while. Jessica takes it and looks at it with growing wonder, then up at me. “What do you want shaved, sir?”

“If I say your entire body? Head to toe?” I ask, and she grimaces a little, making me laugh. “I wouldn't push you that far or ask you to touch that lovely hair. But I want your underarms, legs... and pussy totally smooth. It is a duty that you'll do at least once a week as needed.”

Jessica nods and doesn't protest at all, taking care of her arms first before her legs before starting on her pussy carefully. I can tell from her comfort with it she's shaved before, but it's been a while, I'd say at least a month since she took the opportunity, but when she's done she's as smooth as silk from all around. “Turn around, spread your ass open and let me see if you need trimmed there too.”

Jessica blushes but obeys, and I'm greeted to the pale pink pucker of her asshole, totally clean and luscious looking. My desire grows, and I lick my lips slowly, relishing the idea of opening her ass to all sorts of delights and experiences she's never known before. “Good. Now one last thing. Squat down... and piss.”

“Sir?” she asks, shocked. I'm not into water sports, but this is a test for her, of her obedience.

“I said squat down and piss!” I repeat, intentionally roughening my voice. “Spray the floor of the shower, and then you'll be done.”

Jessica swallows but squats down, her eyes mixed with shame and desire as she shows me her glistening pussy. Her lips are pale pink and juicy, just the right amount of excess to make them look tasty, the sort of lips that I can nibble and suck on for a long, long time. She closes her eyes and tries, getting maybe a half second squirt out before she stops, half sobbing. “Sir... please, I can't do any more. I peed before you got me out of my room.”

“You did fine, pet,” I say, complimenting her. “Shut off the water, and I have a skin cream for you, I don't want your skin to dry. Then we'll get you dressed.”

Jessica's surprised when she sees what her clothes are going to be, a set of form fitting jeans and a button down shirt. She does a double take though when I lay out the last two items. “Sir... underwear?”

“You've earned them,” I say simply, watching her fondle the plain cotton bikini cut panties and utilitarian sports bra lovingly. “As you get better discipline, the quality of those goes up. I told you, Jessica, everything and every luxury... if you behave.”

“Thank you,” Jessica says, and I hear it in her voice. For most of the week, when she says please or thank you to me, she's being polite out of fear. She's saying thank you because she fears that if she doesn't, that I'm going to punish her. The only time that's changed was when I took her to the training room, when her arousal overwhelmed her distrust and fear. Even this morning, her enthusiasm greeting me I have to balance with the fact she may have been bored silly and even spending time with me can be a break from that particular subtle punishment.

But this time, as she slides her long, feminine legs into the cotton and pulls them up over her generous hips, she sighs happily, a soft whimper of pleasure coming from her lips when she nestles it against her freshly shaved pussy. She pulls on her bra, the fit perfect after she adjusts the shoulder straps before she puts on the rest of her new clothes. Turning, her damp hair still hanging over her shoulder, her eyes go wide when she sees my last set of gifts for her. “Sir...”

“A true lady knows how to keep herself looking good. For that, you need some tools,” I say, handing her the brush and comb kit. “Keep that in your room, and you can use it whenever you want. And this.”

It's my first big test really of Jessica, handing her the running shoes. With them, if she gets past the walls she can easily get away, something that her sandals weren't really meant for. Jessica takes them with respect though and squats down, putting them on and knotting them properly before kneeling on the floor. “Thank you, sir.”

“Come on,” I reply, helping her to her feet. There's a tingly spark of electricity that jumps between us when I help her up, but that could just be static. “You've got more duties to do before The Dryad gets here. Including helping me make dinner. I'll teach you a dish she likes.”

* * *

Larissa surprises Jessica when she knocks on the back door of the villa right at seven thirty, but I'm used to it. I glance at Jessica, who's been mixing up salad dressing in a bowl with a whisk. She's been very helpful and observant, even if I can't trust her with a knife yet. “That's our guest. Please get the door for her.”

Jessica nods, setting down her bowl and going to the back door, opening it to reveal Larissa, who looks like her normal seductive, slinky but energetic self. “Well well, you do clean up nicely,” Larissa says as she looks at Jessica, then over at me. “I think I should have bought her.”

“Sorry, no trades,” I say half teasingly, but still with enough serious edge to let both Larissa and Jessica know I mean business. “She's mine now.”

“Oh really?” Larissa asks, turning to look at Jessica. “Is that true, beautiful? Do you belong to Rodrigo now?”

“He's treated me very well,” Jessica says, her eyes flashing with frustration and anger, but more disciplined than what happened with Rachmaninoff. “I have no complaints there.”

“Right,” Larissa says, chuckling and coming in more. “So what smells so good? Don't tell me you learned how to roast a lamb.”

“Actually, the lamb's been prepared by Jessica here,” I say. “So any compliments, pass along to her.”

Larissa turns to Jessica, who's come back and started on her salad dressing again. “Really? And what did you use to marinate the meat?”

“Lemon juice, garlic, and olive oil... my lady,” Jessica says, squeezing the last bit out from between pursed lips. Larissa laughs, delighted as she turns to me.

“Rodrigo, you've done a remarkable job! Seriously, I thought you'd still have her in some sort of kennel and butt naked most of the time. But you were serious about training her fully, weren't you?” she asks, her eyes twinkling.

“I told you when I got Jessica, I'm intent on training her properly. She's had some slip ups, but overall... she's worked very hard.”

Larissa arches an eyebrow and turns back to Jessica, who's blushing at my compliment. “Why... that's so cute, the way you blush. Tell me pet, do you like what your Master says about you?”

Larissa is pushing Jessica's buttons, and while I could step in, Larissa respects me enough to do so, I think this is a good test for Jessica's training. Jessica stares at her bowl, whisking more quickly. “I've been treated well. And yes, I like compliments.”

“Compliments? So if I said that I'd love to take you to Rodrigo's training room and teach you things about your body that you never even imagined because you're more beautiful than a Boticelli Venus, would you blush as much?” Larissa teases. “I'm highly skilled in bringing intense, mindblowing sexual release to anyone, you know. So speak, pet.”

“Rodrigo may speak to me that way, but you...,” Jessica starts, her eyes blazing at Larissa's jibe before she stops when she sees me raise my hand, not to strike her but in warning. Still, her eyes are pissed, and she stares at Larissa with no fear in her eyes, perhaps not the wisest of things considering what I know, but still... that fire inside her excites me. “I am in Rodrigo's house. I will respect his wishes, for now. But I am not his pet, and I have never spoken that word yet. I apologize for raising my voice.”

Larissa chuckles, then nods. “Apology accepted. You know Jessica, call me crazy, but I like you. You have spirit, and a lot of potential. I spoke with your Ma.... with Rodrigo before I left, offering my assistance in training you. I think I'll extend that offer again. I'm off for the next few weeks unless an emergency comes up. What do you say, Rodrigo? Think you can trust me enough to put your new... acquisition in my hands?”

“I'll think about it over dinner,” I answer, Larissa giving me a chuckle. “What?”

“I won't hurt her, you know. I respect you too much for that.”

“Let's eat,” I reply, finishing cutting the tomatoes for the salad while Jessica sets the table. She behaves exactly as we practiced this afternoon, waiting for Larissa to sit down before she begins serving us slices of lamb, roasted potatoes, Greek salad and wine. When she's done, she stands back, her hands crossed in front of her the way I taught her. “Excellent work Jessica. Prepare a plate for yourself, and then you can sit on the side opposite The Dryad.”

“Oh fuck that,” Larissa says with a laugh, setting her fork down. “I totally didn't think about that stupid code name rigmarole. Jessica.... my name is Larissa. While I don't mind the lady bit, don't call me ma'am. Miss is just fine with me. Or Mistress.”

Jessica nods respectfully, fully aware now after the time we've spent together the weight of what Larissa just offered while tactfully deflecting the insinuation Larissa added at the end. Even I have to smile at that one. “Thank you, miss.”

Dinner is delicious, Jessica did a great job of following the recipe that I pulled up on my computer, and Larissa looks very pleased when Jessica brings out the small chocolate tarts. “You didn't.”

“She did,” I counter. “The cuts are a little rough because I only let her use a butter knife still, but she hand rolled out the crusts herself, did it all according to the recipe we found.”

“My compliments Jessica,” Larissa says, selecting one before Jessica offers one to me and selects one for herself. “Have you always been a cook?”

“No miss,” Jessica replies, smiling happily as we dig in and the dessert is as delicious as expected. “I was a chemistry major in college though. And baking is a lot of chemistry, so it was more fun than I thought it would be.”

“Your new life is going to be filled with such discoveries,” Larissa says, not teasing this time. She finishes her dessert, then sets her spoon down gratefully. “Again, compliments Jessica, and you too Rodrigo. Beautiful, spirited, and can cook? I am certifiably jealous. So my offer still stands, I'd like to help with Jessica's training.”

I think about it, then look at Jessica, whose keeps her composure even as she looks at me, her eyes saying she's not sure. She's been upset by Larissa's sexual innuendo, but she does need pushed. With the next few weeks being busier for me, I need that sort of constant pushing for Jessica, and I make my decision. “You can help, on a few conditions, Larissa. First, that you will not at any time, in any way, touch or sexually stimulate Jessica. I know you, and I know that you want to focus on her training in that area. By the way, that includes toys, too. Any sort of sexual information you pass along must be done using your words and other non-touching means.”

“I can to that,” Larissa agrees. “Anything else?”

“Yes. While you can discipline Jessica, you cannot strike her without my permission. Also, in any lessons of an erotic nature, Jessica is to have a safe word. That word is... hoplite. I don't think that's going to come up in your conversations, will it?”

“Well, I might do a little history lesson on how the Spartans trained their men and women, but no, I doubt that's going to be needed,” Larissa says with a chuckle. “What do you say, Jessica? Rodrigo is going to be busier the next few weeks, it'd keep you out of your room more. And I promise, no hitting you unless you're a worthless cunt.”

“I'm hardly worthless,” Jessica says warningly, but nods. “Agreed. Thank you for the offer, miss,” Jessica says, then looks at me. “Should I clear the table, sir?”

“We'll do that together. But you're washing.”