Finally, he said, "Alright. One last chance Kristin, and this really is the last one. Every command, and I mean every one, you will obey without hesitation. If you start making provisos, or try to talk me around about anything, it's over, once and for all, and you're on your own. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Kristin said. Thank God! I've regained my lifeline. Now she could play along with him and buy time until she could figure a way out of this. Clearly though, she would have to be much more careful in future. Shepard was not messing around.

"Yes, who?" Shepard asked wearily.

"Yes Master!" Kristin blurted out. Damn! She needed to stay alert. This was proving to be a lot more difficult than she had anticipated.

Once again, Shepard came and stood directly in front of her. She couldn't look directly into his gray eyes so she settled upon the spots of beer foam on his chin.

"Look at me," he said.

Kristin did as she was told.

"Now take off your blouse."

Her lesson well and truly learned, Kristin quickly unbuttoned herself. She tugged the garment out of her waistband and slipped it over her shoulders.

"Throw it on the ground," Shepard said.

Kristin dropped the blouse and stood before him with her hands clasped in front of her.

"Put your hands by your sides."

She complied and Shepard looked down, his eyes wandering over her flat torso and then resting upon her considerable breasts. She was acutely aware of how her bra was pushing them up.

"What size are they?" he asked casually.

What nerve! Kristin thought, feeling herself coloring up again.

She gathered herself and replied. "Thirty-six."

Shepard nodded. Although he was trying to act cool, she could sense his arousal.

"Now the skirt," he said.

With a knot of dread forming in her stomach, Kristin unpicked the buttons and allowed her skirt to fall around her ankles. Now all she wore was her black lace underwear, stockings and shoes. She tried to keep her breathing under control but this was all happening very fast.

"Very good," Shepard said condescendingly. "Now go for a little walk around the room."

Feeling more than a little absurd, Kristin stepped out of the skirt and went towards the kitchen door. She was conscious of his eyes on her as she walked. Ordinarily, she took pride in having men drool over her, but this was an entirely different experience.

"Over to the window now."

She walked back across the room, trying not to sway her hips. The drapes were open which meant that any passerby could freely observe her parading around in her underwear, but to her relief, nobody was watching.

"Back over here," said Shepard.

Kristin returned to the center of the room and stood before him.

"Put your hands behind your head."

Kristin almost told him to go to hell, but caught herself in time and did as she was told. Shepard noticed the look in her eyes and said, "Don't worry, in time you'll get used to it."

No I won't! Kristin thought bitterly.

"Stay here in this position, and don't move," Shepard said.

Kristin heard him clumping up the stairs while she remained where she was. She still found it hard to comprehend that she was actually standing in Shepard's living room in her underwear, with her hands behind her head, waiting for his next command.

Since the previous day, everything in her life had turned around so fast. Even when she had understood the full extent of her dilemma, she had held on to the certain knowledge that she could somehow talk him round. For the time being however, he held all the cards and she would have to play along if she wanted to resolve this situation.

So far, she had only been forced to endure the humiliation of being ogled by this disgusting man. What concerned her was whatever he had planned for her next. It didn't take long to find out.

Shepard came back downstairs, stood behind her, and said, "The next stage of your training is to give you a taste of one of the punishments that you will incur for any disobedience."

Training? The man clearly was not well.

"Bend forward and put your hands on the coffee table."

Kristin hesitated and turned her head to try and look at him.

"Protest at your peril," Shepard warned.

Kristin bit her lip and slowly, unwillingly, bent at the waist until her hands lay flat on the table.

"Keep your legs straight, and push your butt out. Good. Now part your legs."

At this, she finally snapped.

"No!" she exclaimed.

"No? Have we forgotten our little agreement already, Kristin?"

Protesting, she realized, was futile. The man was relentless. She let out an involuntary sob and spread her thighs for him.