Page 23 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
Collin blushed. “That sounds like me, sir.”
“Yes, yes, it does.” Mr. Reevesworth pressed his lips to Collin’s temple. “I don’t have a scene planned for you today. What I did promise you back when we signed our contract was training and positions. I find that they can be soothing for some submissives. We’ll find out if they are for you or not. They can also be used for punishment and to create headspace. Whatever you’ve read on the internet, forget it. We’ll have our own signals, words, and forms that suit us. And we’ll change them as we want.”
“Yes, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth went to the heavy chair and moved it to the edge of the carpet. Then he sat, motioning Collin in front of him. “The first form you will learn is rest. Come here and sit on the floor with your back to me.”
Collin obeyed. It felt a little awkward at first. He didn’t know what to do with his hands and feet and whether to kneel or sit, but as soon as he was close, Mr. Reevesworth’s hands were on him.
“Rear on the floor, here, between my feet. Good. Now lean back and bend your knees.”
Collin obeyed. Mr. Reevesworth moved his right leg and tucked Collin’s ankles behind his heel.
“Lean against my left leg when your feet are behind my right foot.”
It took a moment, but Collin found his balance. He had to lean back against the chair to anchor himself. This put his shoulder against the front of the chair, his back softly arched in a reclining posture. Mr. Reevesworth’s left knee caught him at the shoulder, pressing Collin back and caging him in. He felt truly entangled and held even though Mr. Reevesworth was in the chair and he was on the floor.
“I like this position,” Mr. Reevesworth said, running his hands through Collin’s hair, “because I can stand and move freely, but when I am sitting, you are fully under my control. You can relax but not forget that we are exchanging power. And you are still beautifully on display.” He ran his fingers down Collin’s jaw and tilted his head back.
Collin stared up at his master. If he had been naked, Mr. Reevesworth could have seen everything, the arch of his throat, over his chest, and down to his groin. He shivered. “Yes, sir.”
“It can also be reversed. Practice. When I widen my legs, I’m giving you permission to sit with your legs pointed in the other direction.”
He shifted his feet, letting Collin’s ankles free and releasing Collin’s shoulder from where he had pinned Collin to the chair. Collin shifted his weight to his other hip and tucked his feet back to the left instead of the right. Mr. Reevesworth resettled, caging Collin in again, against the bottom of the chair. His hand went back to the top of Collin’s head.
“This is a position I will expect you to be able to hold for an hour or two, eventually, with shifts.”
“Will we use it outside of this room, sir?”
“The forms you learn here can be used anywhere.”
“Yes, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth had Collin practice rising and sitting, then shifting from one side to the other. “Never rush, Collin,” he admonished as Collin stumbled. “One of the pleasures of having a submissive is seeing them. As long as you are following an order and attentive, I will not hurry you without reason. Control your movement, and take each motion with intention. That is how one displays grace.”
“I don’t think I’ve been accused of being graceful before, sir.” Collin whispered, eyes on the floor.
“Grace can be learned, and it’s heavily supported by health and exercise.” Mr. Reevesworth stroked Collin’s shoulder. “Start slowly, and in time, the same control will come to you with speed. Try again. Stand, and then sit.”
At the end of an hour, they had only practiced two postures, rest and kneel. Kneel was simple but taxing. It required Collin to stay on his knees, his buttocks resting on his heels and his hands open and relaxed on his thighs, palms down.
He was there, kneeling in front of the chair, wondering how long it would take him to work up the ability to hold what felt like a simple form, when Mr. Reevesworth leaned forward.
“That was one minute. We’ll work up to longer periods of time. Eventually, this will come easily to you. I’ll give you the variant of this position, and then we’ll take a break for the day.”
Collin tried but could not quite keep a waver of frustration and tiredness out of his voice. “Yes, sir.”
“It seems simple, doesn’t it?”
“It does, sir. I don’t like how it feels so hard. That was only one minute.”
“It’s because it’s not a position most of us take. Cultures who spend more time on the floor are more used to postures like this, but if we spend most of our time sitting in chairs and cars, kneeling uses very different parts of our body. The first time I held a kneel, I thought I’d pass out. I was very American at the time.”
Collin laughed ruefully. “I’m feeling it, sir. Martial arts movies make kneeling look easy.”
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled. “It’s training. Years of training. You’ve had a few moments. Give yourself grace. But for the variant. This one you will almost only ever do while naked. Spread your knees. The entire point of this position is to be on display and available. We will call it ‘kneel display’. Émeric will use the same words so you never need to be confused. Turn your palms over, and rest the backs of your hands on your thighs. Keep your fingers loose.”
Collin obeyed. Mr. Reevesworth lifted Collin’s chin and ran his hand up Collin’s spine, correcting his posture gently.
