Sensual+Spicy

The imposing oak doors of the manor creaked open, revealing a grand hallway bathed in the soft glow of afternoon sunlight. Suburu, his obsidian eyes scanning the newcomer, stood perfectly still, his posture as rigid as a statue.

“You must be the new trainee,” he stated, his voice a low rumble that seemed to reverberate off the polished marble floor.

Suburu’s gaze, sharp as a blade, swept over the newcomer from head to toe. He didn’t bother to smile, his lips pressed together in a thin line. The master was away for a few months- Suburu was in full charge here.

"I’ll see to it that this puppy learns quickly. This house demands excellence, and I have little patience for incompetence. I’ll train them and their body to utter perfection." He thought with a squint, his flogger adorning his belt.

Current Location: Mansion Entryway
Time: 9:00am
Position: Standing
Feeling: Poised
Clothing: Butler suit, Gloves, Black bowtie, Hair tied back, Flogger

Suburu’s cold exterior softened slightly upon hearing the new trainee’s response. He found Miyaki's polite tone and perfect poise to be commendable, showing that they may have some potential for butlery.

“I see,” Suburu replied with a nod. “Very well, Miyaki. I shall take it upon myself to ensure that you receive the proper training needed to serve this household efficiently.”

With that, Suburu turned on his heel and walked down the grand hallway, Miyaki following closely behind. As they walked, Suburu made a mental note of Miyaki's every movement, posture, and expression, scrutinizing their every action with sharp eyes.

“First things first, Miyaki,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “The duties of a butler are many, but the most important is to always be ready and prepared to serve"

“Good.” Suburu replied, pleased with Miyaki's response. “Butlery is all about poise, precision, and attention to detail,” he continued, walking into the formal dining room. The long mahogany table gleamed under the warm light of the chandelier hanging above.

“I shall demonstrate by setting this table for dinner tonight. Observe carefully,” Suburu commanded, gliding towards the linen closet where he began to gather the various objects required for a proper dining set up.

As he laid out each piece of silverware, crystal, and porcelain, his movements were both precise and graceful, giving off an air of quiet dignity and competence. With a final flourish, he placed the napkin on the plate and stepped back to examine his handiwork.

“Now, your turn, Miyaki,” Suburu said, gesturing towards the table.

Suburu's eyes widened imperceptibly as he watched Miyaki effortlessly arrange the table with a skill that seemed to come naturally. A flicker of surprise crossed his stern features before he schooled his expression back into its usual stoic mask.

“You have done well for a beginner,” Suburu acknowledged, his voice holding a hint of begrudging respect. “But remember, excellence is not achieved in a day. Perfection requires discipline, practice, and dedication.”

He stepped closer, his gaze lingering on Miyaki’s hands as they deftly adjusted the placement of the napkin. “Continue to pay attention to detail and strive for refinement in every task you undertake. That is the mark of a true butler.”

As Suburu spoke, there was a subtle undercurrent of something more in his tone, a hint of admiration mingled with a challenge.

Suburu raised a brow at Miyaki's flattery, though he couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of satisfaction at the praise.

"You have much to learn," Suburu replied coolly. "But if you keep up your efforts, you may yet prove yourself capable."

There was a moment of silence as Suburu studied Miyaki, his eyes seeming to bore into his very soul. A hint of amusement flickered across his features as he leaned in slightly closer, his voice low and intimate.

"But if you seek to truly excel, there are other... techniques that I could teach you." He trailed off suggestively, his gaze flicking over Miyaki's body before returning to meet his eyes.

In that moment, there was something almost predatory in Suburu's gaze, a warning that he was not to be trifled with lightly.

Suburu couldn't help but feel a hint of disappointment as Miyaki quickly changed the subject, his shy demeanor endearing to the Head Butler. But he forced himself to keep his expression neutral, nodding briskly in agreement.

"Of course," Suburu replied, his voice as clipped and precise as ever. "We have much to do today if we are to meet the Master's standards. Follow me."

Without another word, Suburu turned on his heel and strode down the hallway, his footsteps echoing loudly in the otherwise silent house. He led Miyaki through a maze of twisting corridors, finally arriving at a large room filled with various pieces of silverware and china.

"Miyaki, your first task is to polish all these pieces of cutlery and make sure they gleam like new. You have an hour."

With that, Suburu turned and left the room.

Suburu narrowed his eyes as he walked into the room, taking note of the scene before him. Despite being shocked at how quickly Miyaki had completed the task, Suburu couldn't help but be distracted by the sight of the raven sitting so calmly on Miyaki's head.

"Mr. Miyaki," he began, his voice laced with a hint of disapproval. "While I commend you for completing your task in such a timely manner, I must remind you that we are not here to make friends with the Master's pets."

He strode forward purposefully, his flogger tapping against his leg as he approached Miyaki and the bird.

"Now, please remove the bird from your head and return it to its perch." Suburu commanded, his stern expression not allowing any room for argument.

Suburu's stoic facade cracked ever so slightly as he watched the raven defy his command and return to perch on Miyaki's head. A flicker of amusement danced in his cold eyes, though his voice remained firm.

"Seems like you have a way with animals, Mr. Miyaki," he remarked, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "But do remember, we are butlers here, not bird perches."

As Suburu spoke, he couldn't help but notice the subtle scent of Miyaki's cologne mingling with the faint aroma of millet spray. It was an unexpected combination, but strangely alluring.

Suburu's expression softened imperceptibly as he listened to Miyaki's tale of childhood rejection and solitude. His stern countenance momentarily gave way to a glimmer of empathy, though he quickly masked it behind his usual mask of detachment.

"It seems you have found solace in the company of animals," Suburu observed, his tone neutral but not unkind. "A rare skill, indeed. Perhaps your so-called curse has gifted you with a unique bond with nature."

His gaze lingered on Miyaki's lips for a heartbeat longer than necessary, the mention of the beauty mark drawing his attention to them. A subtle shift in the air seemed to hint at unspoken desires he was starting to feel.

Suburu entered the dining hall with a commanding presence, his long hair swept back and his expression unreadable. He had heard Miyaki's laugh from down the hall, drawn by the sound of his trainee's voice. As he approached, his gaze swept over the room, taking note of each butler present.

Without a word, he strode over to where Miyaki and Sean were chatting, his gaze fixed on Miyaki's face. When he reached them, he addressed his trainee in his usual cool tone, "Miyaki, come with me."

Turning on his heel, Suburu marched towards the door, clearly expecting Miyaki to follow. He didn't bother to wait for a response before departing.

Suburu turned to face Miyaki, his gaze piercing as he looked down at his trainee.

"This is not my room, Miyaki," he replied in his deep, authoritative voice. "This is a special room that I reserve for training purposes."

With a subtle flick of his wrist, Suburu pushed the door open, revealing a room furnished with various implements—whips, ropes, and cuffs neatly arranged on a polished wooden table.

"This is where we will continue your training," Suburu stated firmly, his eyes locking with Miyaki's. "Today, you will learn about control and discipline. Strip down to your underwear."

His tone brooked no argument, expectant of obedience from his student.

Suburu's eyes lingered on Miyaki's freckled skin, a flicker of interest passing through his stoic facade. He was pleased with the obedience shown by the trainee, but he maintained his stern demeanor.

"Yes, Miyaki," Suburu replied, his voice carrying a hint of command. "It is necessary for your training. You must learn to be comfortable with vulnerability and submission."

Stepping closer to Miyaki, Suburu's gaze traveled over the exposed skin, noting every detail with keen observation.

"Your freckles are quite captivating, a unique mark of individuality," Suburu remarked, his tone almost contemplative. "Now, let us begin."

With a swift motion, he picked up a length of rope from the table, a glint of anticipation in his eyes.

Suburu noticed Miyaki's silence, but he didn't let it bother him. He enjoyed the silence of discipline as much as the act itself.

"Stand up straight, hands behind your back," he ordered, his voice cold and precise. "We're going to start with some simple bondage."

With practiced ease, Suburu began to wrap the rope around Miyaki's wrists, binding them tightly together behind his back. He pulled the rope taut, feeling a thrill of satisfaction at the way it dug into Miyaki's skin.

"This is just the beginning, Miyaki," Suburu murmured, his eyes darkening with desire. "I'm going to push you to your limits, make you feel things you never thought possible."

With those words, Suburu reached for his flogger, running his fingers over the smooth leather strands before he swung it through the air with a satisfying smack, right on Miyaki's chest.*

Suburu watched with satisfaction as Miyaki gasped at the impact of the flogger. The sound echoed off the walls of the mansion's grand hallway.

"Do you like that?" Suburu asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. He leaned in close to Miyaki's ear, his breath hot against Miyaki's neck. "You're going to have to learn to beg for more if you want me to continue."

He flicked the flogger again, this time aiming for Miyaki's thighs. When he made contact, he saw Miyaki's muscles tense and relax beneath the tight bindings of the rope.

"You have such a pretty body," Suburu murmured, tracing the lines of Miyaki's chest with his fingertips. "I'm going to have so much fun training you."

As he spoke, Suburu couldn't help but feel his own arousal building, which was a first for him, because usually he was used to just training the butlers, never once having been aroused himself in the process.

Suburu caught the soft whimper and dazed look in Miyaki's eyes, and a wicked smile spread across his lips.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Suburu cooed, caressing Miyaki's cheek with his gloved hand. "You want more, don't you? You want me to continue punishing you until you can't take it anymore?"

His other hand moved down Miyaki's chest, trailing over every curve and dip of his torso, before finally coming to rest on Miyaki's straining cock.

"You're so hard," Suburu murmured, watching as Miyaki shuddered beneath his touch. "I think you need a different kind of punishment now."

With that, Suburu knelt down, taking Miyaki's cock in his mouth and sucking hard, relishing the taste of his new trainee.

Suburu chuckled as he felt Miyaki's body tremble beneath his lips. He took a step back, enjoying the sight of his new trainee struggling against his binds.

"You think I'll let you off that easily?" Suburu teased, licking his lips. "You're mine to punish as I see fit."

He reached down and adjusted himself, feeling his own cock throb with desire.

"I think it's time we take this to another room," Suburu said, pulling out a set of keys from his pocket. "Let's see how well you handle yourself when the real training begins."

With that, he led Miyaki through the grand hallways of the manor, his flogger clinking against his thigh. They passed by empty rooms and silent servants until finally, they arrived at a door guarded by a large and ornate padlock.

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