Tom, Anna's Master, sighed internally as he watched her move when the tenth slash landed on her ass. They had only been together for a relatively short time and he was taking his time in training her. This was, after all, in his opinion, lifelong training. He was training her to please him and he was training her for life. He had taken his time in choosing her, and he was not about to destroy what he had built.

At times she would look up at him beseechingly, begging him to move faster, begging him to take her deeper. And he always refused. Right now he had confirmation that he had made the right decision.

He held the leather strap in his right hand, feeling its weight. It was a heavy leather strap, four inches across and made an impressive sound as he wielded it. But he had not yet allowed Anna to feel its full force. Anna was willing, pleasingly so, but she was fresh to this world.

Thoughtfully he looked down at her, his voice careful and deliberate as he told her that she was to be punished for her disobedience. The lesson he was working on with Anna was that she was not, under any circumstance, to move while in the "down" position. The position he had trained her to adopt when he was beating her.

That was why he was still taking it so easy when striking her. He was showing her how to take the pain and work through it so that she could stay in position. Work through the pain until it became something she craved. And already he saw it in her eyes, feel it in her body. She craved the pain he gave her.

But today she had moved.

And she must be punished, because without punishment, she would soon learn that it was ok to disobey him when she felt like it. And it was most definitely not ok.

Dragging his nails over the welts rising on her pale ass cheeks Tom waited.

Anna cringed as she felt his nails cut into the painful stripes on her ass. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, working through it as he had shown her. Relishing the pain, feeling it move, change. No longer pain but now something else. Something warm and comforting, something that aroused and excited her.

Taking a deep breath Anna spoke, "Please Master, may I have three strokes with the cane?"

Tom was taken aback at this request. Anna was asking for something that they both knew she not only hated, but feared. He had only ever used the cane on her once before and three strokes had left her almost incoherent. And now she was requesting it.

He moved to sit on the bed by her head, "Look at me Anna." Her head moved and her blue eyes fixed on his brown ones. "I know why you are asking for this. And believe me I am pleased by your request. But I am not going to use it on you as a punishment. Not this time." Anna's body sagged with relief. She had requested it for precisely the reason her Master had surmised; to demonstrate her abject apology and to please him; but, she had at the same time known it would be almost beyond her ability to receive.

She felt the mattress rise as her Master stood. His hand caressed her ass slowly. She resisted the urge to press her ass into his hand. She stayed still.

"Good cunt," Tom spoke in a deep, low voice, "I want you to get up and get dressed." He turned and walked from the room. The erection that had grown as he beat her subsiding slowly. Without turning he left the room, knowing that being told to dress and being out of his presence was punishment enough for now. Particularly as he knew that Anna was more than aware of his erection and that she craved his cock after being given any amount of pain. He smiled ruefully to himself as he remembered her wet cunt. A cunt he had been watching closely as he brought the leather strap onto her ass cheeks. She had such a pretty pussy. And watching it while she grew increasingly excited and soaked, added to the pleasure he derived from beating her, had resulted in an erection he had looked forward to using on her.

Anna sank onto the bed as the door closed behind Tom. Hot tears of frustration filled her eyes and she mentally berated herself for being the most stupid cunt to ever walk this earth. She loved the pain her Master gave her, it excited her, aroused her. But what made her even wetter was the knowledge that when Tom gave her pain of any kind it aroused him. She knew from sweet experience that the more pain she took from his hand the harder his cock grew.

Obediently she got up from the bed and pulled on her clothes. Her lace white bra encasing her small breasts. The lace scratching her tender, swollen nipples. The soft material of her dress sliding easily over her head and falling to mid calf. Anna did not put on any panties. Tom did not permit them. Her tears blurred her vision as she sat on the edge of the bed. She welcomed the slight pain sitting gave her. She deserved it. Pain from his hand was wonderful, yet pain from other sources was still something she avoided.

She loved the pain he gave her. Just as he loved giving it to her. It excited and aroused them equally, her wet cunt testament to that right at this moment. Just as she knew his cock was throbbing in his jeans.

And right now, if she had behaved, she should be using her mouth and tongue to pleasure him. But she had displeased him. And his control, his mastery of her, was such that he knew denying his own pleasure was one of the worst punishments he could inflict on her.

Even more than the dreaded cane.

Anna shuddered as she thought of the first time her Master had introduced her to the cane. He had smiled sweetly at her as he showed her how pliable the thin rattan cane was. She watched as he held it in one hand and using the other bent it almost to the point of breaking. She remembered how he had whipped it through the air, making it scream and whistle as he explained to her that its diameter had been carefully chosen so that it would wrap lovingly around her curves as it landed on her flesh.

He had explained in great detail how it was essential that a Master become expert with the cane before using it on his property; how if it was wielded incorrectly it would not only bite but rip, splitting the skin and leaving thin bloody welts which when healed would leave visible scars.

He had told her how he loved her pale skin and how he had plans to mark it; someday in a permanent way; but that for now all marks would be temporary and would fade to leave no trace.

The play room had a hook in the ceiling; and that day Tom had carefully cuffed Anna's wrists in the leather cuffs, attaching them to each other as he had done many times before. He had taken a length of white rope and used it to attach Anna's cuffs to the hook. She had been allowed to stand flat on the ground. Naked, with only the leather collar and cuffs, Anna had been very excited.

The aroma of her arousal had filled the room. Tom had been dressed in black. He had walked around her as she stood in the middle of the room. She remembered how he had looked her over as through apprising her. How he had paused from time to time looking more closely at some part of her body. He had paid great attention to her nipples, feathering them, watching them engorge and lengthen. He had even used his tongue on them, each in turn and chuckled as she shuddered and moaned.

At one point he had ordered her to spread her legs and had leant down to look at her swollen pussy lips. He had mocked her arousal, teasing her, driving her to great heights of excitement. His breath, hot on her cunt lips, causing her to gush juices while he watched. Her inner thighs slick with her wetness.

Each action designed to make her so excited that she would welcome the pain the cane was about to inflict. And it had seemed to work. When Tom had used the cane to caress her body, she had become so aroused that she was instantly on the edge of orgasm. He had denied her permission; probing her pussy with his fingers to feel her trembles.

Her restraint had impressed him. She was new to training and orgasm control was something he knew took time. That day she had managed to stop her orgasm and now; after a lot of training; she was now at the stage where she could not come without his permission. A result he had worked long and hard to achieve.

He had worked hard to bring her to the point of orgasm, wanting this first taste of the cane to be both exquisite and memorable. He smiled into her eyes, seeing how she was already slightly out of her mind with need. He had driven her further. Sliding a finger up and down her wet slit as she stood suspended. Whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her earlobe, told her that she was his cunt, his slut, his fucktoy. He had nipped her earlobe between his teeth and grinned wolfishly as she mewed her need in response.

The cane whistled as he slashed it through the air around her body. His eyes running over her, checking that her arms and hands were the right colour, that she was not in danger of any harm. Satisfied that the only pain she would be in would be that he chose to give her he had run the tip of the cane around each nipple in turn.

Her rose pink nipples were already a deeper shade of pink, engorged with arousal. But the touch of the cane made them grow even longer. That was one of the many things Tom found enticing about Anna. Her nipples.

Though small breasted she was blessed with large nipples. Nipples that were exceptionally sensitive, that amazed Tom when he teased and tormented them to their full length. The touch of the rattan cane on her nipples had caused Anna to dance on her tip toes as she both loved and hated the sensations. She remembered how she had almost begged him to stop teasing her nipples; how they had become so sensitive she could hardly bear even the lightest of touches.

The tip of the cane had, eventually, moved from her nipples. Travelling down her body it had come to rest on the bud of her clitty. Tom had carefully used the tip of the cane to circle and flick her clitty until she had begged for mercy. She had cried and begged for permission to come and had been rewarded with the instructions that as soon as the first blow landed on her ass she was to come for her Master. She had sobbed her thanks and stood, holding her breath, waiting for the first blow.

When it landed the searing heat was absorbed by her screaming orgasm. Anna had screamed herself hoarse as she came for her Master. The welt of rising skin unnoticed at first as she had spasmed and shuddered through the wave after wave of orgasm. An orgasm that rocked her to her core. An orgasm that had been building for what felt like hours.

Then as she calmed the pain from the slash hit her with a jolt. She felt it in every part of her body. The white heat grew and spread. Shock filled her mind and she only just managed to scream out the count and thanks that her Master required. She rose onto her tip toes, trying to escape the overwhelming pain. She had been beaten before; Tom had used many different implements on her. Each new toy and tool a discovery for Anna. Each one different in effect and use. Some she adored and craved more than others. But this; this was different. This was vicious in a way Anna could hardly comprehend.

Whirling on her tip toes Anna tried to understand what this meant. Just as she was starting to feel a slight easing the second blow landed.

A scream came from Anna that startled her. She was floating, out of her body, outside of her tortured flesh. The heat like a flame held directly onto her skin. She danced and jerked against her restraints as she screamed her pain. Tears streaming down her cheeks she gasped her thanks and the count.

Then the third strike and this was one too many. Anna lost her mind, lost her control, screaming mindlessly in pain. Unable to count she looked mindlessly at Tom. Her eyes almost spinning in their socket.

Taking her into his arms Tom carefully loosened the restraint and laid her on her stomach on the bed. He knew he had not struck her too hard, knew he had been careful of her. He held her in his arms, draping a sheet over her naked body to keep her warm. He whispered words into her ear until she was coherent enough to answer. She sipped on the water he gave her as he held her.

That was the last time Tom had used the cane on Anna. The next day she had sported impressive bruises but no other marks. Her Master had, indeed, used the cane properly. It just seemed that the pain it gave was one she could not yet take. And that day she had developed a fear of the cane that was almost irrational.

It was also the day she had developed an even deeper trust of her Master. The care he had taken of her had shown her that he would never let harm come to her. She truly trusted him with her life.

Sitting quietly on the edge of the bed reflecting over this memory Anna felt her determination to please her Master grow even stronger. She would do anything for him, would willingly take anything he wanted to give her. She would even ask if he would use the cane on her again, knowing how much he enjoyed using it. She wanted to be everything he needed.

"Anna!" Tom's voice came through the closed door, summoning her to him. Eagerly she jumped to her feet and ran to him. She sank to her knees before him and looked up into his eyes.

"You have been disobedient, Anna, and you have displeased me." His words bringing tears to her bright blue eyes, her heart clenching as she heard the disappointment in his voice. "But your choice of punishment shows me that you are sorry." Anna nodded vehemently, wanting to show her sorrow and need to make amends.

"Strip cunt!" His order barked at her. Wordlessly she rose and pulled the dress over her head, dropping it at her feet. With trembling hands she reached behind herself to unfasten her bra and discard it alongside her dress.

Pointing to the middle of the floor Tom ordered her to kneel. "You are to stay upright, you are not to sit in your kneel. Put your hands on your head and do not move!" The last three words emphasised. Anna obeyed without thought.

Immediately kneeling on the hard, wooden floor with her hands on her head. Her body naked and displayed for him. He smiled at her. "This is for your own good cunt." Anna's lips trembled as she smiled at him. She wanted so much to make amends and would kneel immobile for as long as he chose.

Tom settled back into his chair. He lifted a book and began to read. He had to re-read the same paragraph three times before it made sense. Punishing her hurt him as much as it hurt her. But he couldn't let her see that. And he had to do it. He knew Anna would become a good slave cunt but she needed more time and much more work. And she was worth it.

He continued to read, watching her over the top of the book. Seeing how proudly she carried out his orders. Taking pride in her obedience and pride. Anna felt an itch on her left shoulder, felt it tingle and demand her attention. She fought the need to reach her arm up and ease it.

Watching her struggle, seeing how she was fighting her urge to move Tom smiled to himself. She was so beautiful; the sight of her nakedness aroused him once more. He shifted his position as his cock started to swell once more.

"Come here cunt," he murmured as he eased the zip of his jeans down, "I have something I want you to do."

Crawling towards her Master on her hands and knees Anna smiled at him, the tip of her tongue moistening her plump lips.

Anna bit her bottom lip and screwed her eyes up in concentration as she tensed every muscle before relaxing as the leather strap bit into her round ass cheeks again. "Ten!! Thank you Master!" she exclaimed as the heat of the strike seared through her entire being, excitement and pain coursing equally through every part of her, her nipples swelling even more, becoming longer and harder still as her wet cunt flowed juices down her heated thighs.

She heard Him chuckle, knew that He was watching her body and seeing her reactions to his ministrations. She knew also that even as her body was reacting so was His. She smiled to herself as the tears oozed down her cheeks. The image of His erect cock burning into her mind, her mouth watering as she remembered how good it felt when He permitted her to suck on His erection.

Anna was 24 and at 5' 9" with long red hair was striking in her appearance. And right at this moment the red of her hair was matched by the brilliant red of the ten welts on her pure white skin. Anna flicked her tongue over her lips as she waited for the next blow to come. Her Master knew how to tease and torment, the blows coming when He was ready and not in a rhythm she could anticipate. And Anna loved that. She loved that she was owned by such a strong and dominant man, one who was more than her match intellectually and one who could overpower her without a second thought.

She thought back to just a few months ago when she had been seeking. Seeking for something to fill the emptiness she felt inside. Anna had always been "submissive" in all her relationships, always the one trying to please, yet she had always felt taken advantage of, never felt that the relationship was giving her what she needed. And none of her partners had ever matched her highly sexed nature and needs. Then she had stumbled one day into a chat room, an online meeting place for people interested and involved in BDSM, and slowly she had understood that this was where she belonged. And even more slowly she had got to know a Dom she chatted to, until she knew that she had to meet this Man. That unless she did there would always be a yearning within.

She remembered their first meeting, in a public place. How she had arranged a safe call with one of her friends and how that first meeting had lasted hours as they sat, drinking coffee and getting to know each other. How then, over the following weeks they had met time and again, before deciding that they wanted to take their relationship to the next level. There had been so many hours of conversation, discussion, agreement, before they had finally had their first play date, and how that first play date led to many more.

And now Anna was being trained. Trained to please and serve him. As his slave.

Anna's thoughts were disturbed as she heard the whistle of the leather strap as it was crashed onto her flesh just a fraction of a second before the searing heat stung her already tender ass cheeks. A scream was torn from her throat and her head flung backwards as her elbows gave out and she sunk onto her chest. Eyes widening as she realised her disobedience – albeit involuntary – she sobbed out the words "Eleven, thank you Master!" as she straightened her arms and rose back onto her hands and knees.

The silence was palpabable. Anna knew that when she was being beaten there were only two rules: firstly she was to count each stroke and thank her Master for them and secondly she was not to move unless given permission.

Anna hadn't been given permission.

She waited, her eyes screwed tightly shut as she saw her Master's face in her mind. She was ashamed. Ashamed of letting Him down in this way and ashamed that she had disappointed Him. Anna could feel her Master's presence standing over her as she knelt on the bed. She could feel His disapproval, His disappointment in her and she felt overwhelming shame.

The silence grew until Anna felt she could bear it no longer. And then she felt His hand, gently caressing her ass, softly tracing each welt in turn. Anna's blue eyes were wide as she held her breath, not wanting to move an inch, wanting to please Him in every way. She resisted the urge to press her ass toward His hand as He caressed her. She felt herself slowly melting under His tender touch, relaxing as His fingers slowly played over the raised, red welts on her round ass cheeks, felt herself disappearing so that all she knew was His touch.

His voice, low and deep, eased into her trance, "Anna.... My beautiful Anna....." She closed her eyes as she listened, "My beautiful slut..... you know I ordered you to be still, don't you My sweet cunt?"

Mutely she nodded her answer and heard His voice once more, as He started to drag His nails over the stripes on her ass causing her to wince and have to fight for control so she didn't move and cause Him more displeasure, "Anna you know I cannot permit your disobedience..."

Once more she nodded wordlessly as He continued, "So I will allow you to choose your own punishment......"

Love it when my fuck hole gets to lick clean my cock after I've been up its asshole. So hot!

Well, it's time to put my property back in its cage.

"Crawl back to your cage, fuck hole" I said.

"Yes Master"

I cracked the whip on its nipples. It cowered as it crawled back to be locked up again.

I needed to work on my suspension system. I wanted to be able to lift my slave off the ground completely and whip it or fist it without having to worry about it falling down on me. Knowing my slave was watching me prepare the suspension system for its next session, was even better. My cock was getting hard already and I had just dumped a load up its ass a few minutes earlier. I knew I would need more time before I could shot another load of cock juice, so I just worked on my project.

I arranged all the pulleys, chains and O rings so I could put my property any way I wanted and torture it as much as I wanted. Preparation was critical. Once I start abusing my slave, I like to continue until I'm satisfied. I wanted to have spreader bars with the hook in the middle to I could stretch it by its feet and or arms. I wanted full access to all parts of my prisoner. Being able to spit, whip, paddle, piss, spank, whip and spit was important to me. As its MASTER, I knew how much I love to do all of that while my slave is helpless for all my abuse and torture.

I was getting very proud of my dungeon. It was nice and dark with old and dirty floors. My best preparation to date was the little paths cut in the floor by a contractor two weeks ago. The room looked so simple to him. I told him I wanted any plumbing leaks from upstairs to flow towards the sump pump well!!! Little did he know.

I had a bucket in the well to catch all the liquid. It would NEVER get pumped out. After all, the only liquid on the floor was going to be from my cock as I pissed on my slave whenever I wanted. Either to rinse off my spit on it or just plain piss on it for my personal pleasure.

I had found an old full-length urinal on ebay and ordered it. That was going in another corner.

That, had me excited!

I want to have my toilet slave feel at home with it. First, when the urinal arrives, it will clean the urinal with its tongue and mouth till I am satisfied my toilet slave cleaned it properly. Then, I will have my toilet slave sit in the base of the urinal while I tie its hands up over the flushing hardware. Yeah, that's fucking hot! Then, whenever I need to piss, I can just walk over to my personal urinal and soak it from its stretched arms, face, neck, tits and cunt hole with all my hot piss.

I never knew recycling could be so much fun! Can't wait for it to arrive!

Pictures are in order, don't you think? Think about it. A "real" toilet!

Well, it's time to try out my suspension work on my slave.

"Wake up, fuck hole"! It's time for your MASTER's pleasure.

"Yes Master"

"Crawl out and lay on the floor on your back under the ropes"

"Yes Master"

I arranged the two spreader bars at its hands and feet and secured them to its permanent cuffs. After I secured the last cuff and stood up, I was so proud. My slave was going to go to new heights today (literally). As a final gesture before I started hoisting it up, I hacked up a big slimy spit and spit it right on its face - perfect, it landed right on its forehead. I knew it would drip down onto its cheek and chin and then its tits when it got hoisted up.

I was tempted to stop hoisting as its mouth reached my cock height but it was too low. I wanted my torture to be convenient to me. I wanted to be able to whip all over it so I raised it till its body height was even with my waist. Ah, perfect for whipping its tits, cunt, thighs and cheeks. I could see a look of fear in its eyes as I raised my full 3-foot multi-stranded whip - my favorite.

My cock was throbbing and soaking wet. My cock knew this was going to be hot. Total control and abuse and torture over my helpless slave.

"Whack" Fuck, that felt good. I could feel the power coming over me as I started whipping and whipping it.

"Whack, Whack, Whack"

"hufp,hupf,ohhhhhh" it moaned in pain. Fuck, that's what I lived for. "WHACK"

"WHACK"

"WHACK"

My whippings were landing all over. Since it was suspended from one central point, it was completely helpless, yet would spin from the pressure of the beating and whipping.

"WHACK, WHACK, WHACK" Fuck, I was hard as steel, as I whipped my property!

Its cunt was fully exposed to my whipping. Not only were its lips huge, cunt juice was running down its asscheek from its cunt as I whipped and whipped it. As it slowly spun around, I realized its head was hanging down and its tits right there for the whipping. I took my left hand up and held its head down by its neck as I started whipping and whipping its tits. Each time the whip hit its tits, its head would jerk up and then choke itself. I was holding it by the neck!!!!!! Fuck, this is fucking hot. My cock is begging to shot all over its fuck hole.

"Whack, Whack, Whack" Harder and harder, faster and faster.

"WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!!!!!!"

Oh fuck, here I was whipping the shit out of my slave's tits with my right hand, choking the breath from its neck and lungs with my left hand while my cock was ready to shot a huge load of cock juice all over it. Could it get any better?

"WHACK, WHACK, WHACK"

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK, HERE IT COMES" "I'M GONNA BLAST!!!!!"

"SPLAT, OH, SPLAT, OH, SPLAT"

As my fuckhole passed out from the whipping and no air, my steel cock shot a huge load of sticky cock juice all over its struggling red face. My cock was so hard and excited, it shot all that sticky cock juice without me even touching it. The rush I get from beating, torturing, abusing, choking and whipping my property is all I need to make my cock explode its hot sticky juice all over

As I released its chokehold, my cock juice stretched and dripped onto the floor. That was ok though. I knew my fuck hole would be more than happy to clean the floor with its tongue when I let it down.

After all, that's what slaves are for - service to its MASTER

Master feels so much better after rinsing slave off.

"Fuck hole ready to please it's Master?" I asked.

"Yes Master, whatever is your desire and wish, I am ready to please you."

"Good, slave, I feel like whipping you first to warm you up"

I direct you out of the cage, soaked in my hot piss as I have you crawl over to my whipping wall. It's one of my many favorite spots.

"Today, Master is going to stretch you out against the wall with your hands and feet spread with spreader bars. Then I will raise your hands up over your head so your feet are just touching the floor. Finally, I will pull the spreader bars against the wall so your nipples will have the rough cinder block wall to keep them aroused as I whip you".

As a final touch, I pull a thin loose plastic grocery bag from the local store over your head. This will force you to breathe carefully, otherwise you will suffocate yourself while being whipped, because of the sharp breathing you must control while being whipped.

I proudly look at my slave. Already, it has it's ass sticking back waiting for my various whips to caress it before I start whipping it's ass and back and thighs and tits. Oh, what a good slave I have, I say to myself.....she loves to please her Master.

The first whip is one of my favorites. It is 3 feet long and has 23 strands, 1/4 inch wide. Naturally, I made my slave pick it out at the store for me. She was instructed to have the store owner whip her with the 2 foot version and the 3 foot version. Then she was to call me and tell me which whip was too painful. She didn't know what to tell me because she didn't know which way I would make her buy it - more or less painful!!!!

Since the 3-foot was bigger, more strands and could inflict more discipline, I choose that.

Now the fun begins. I caress the 2 ass cheeks of my whipping slave and wait.

"Please Master, whip my ass with your beautiful whip. I love to feel it sting my ass. Slave must receive at least 23 whippings to be sure all strands have hit my ass"

"Count, fuck hole, as I whip your ass cheeks. Perhaps I should do 23 on each cheek - just to be sure Master doesn't fail to whip you properly. Would fuck hole like that?"

"Yes Master, whatever Master desires, please just whip my ass as I push it out to you. Should I count for you Master?"

"Smack"

"Oh Master, thank you, that feels so good. 1 whipping"

"Smack" as my arm whips the whip across it's same cheek.

"Oh Master, thank you, 2 whipping"

As I continued, my strokes got harder and harder on the same cheek. Slaves' breathing was becoming rapid inside the bag as I whipped blow after blow on her check. My cock was dripping all over and rock hard as I inflicted more and more pain onto my slave's ass. I know its nipples were rubbing all over the cinder block from the whipping its ass was taking.

Slave was still counting and thanking me as I whipped that outstretched ass.

"Smack"

"Oh thank you Master, 23 whippings"

It was so hot because I knew my slave was approaching another climax as I whipped its ass cheek. After 23 on the one ass, I moved over to the other side so I could then whip 23 times onto it's other ass cheek.

"Smack". "Oh, thank you Master, that feels wonderful on my ass. 1 whipping"

My pace picked up as my cock was ready to explode all over it's hot stinging ass and I had 22 more times to whip it's ass. Then, I remembered how much better the sting was, when I spit on its ass first.

I coughed up a good spit ball and swirled it around and just spit right on your uplifted asscheek before I whipped it again. Oh, the sound was perfect. Your scream said it all. I spit again after about 5 whippings. Wow, you wanted more pain as I whipped and beat your ass harder.

"Smack"

Finally, I reached 23 whippings on its other ass.

My arm was ready to fall off from such powerful strokes I was wielding. However, my cock was pounding and my slave was just on the edge of orgasming. The bag over her head was sucking in and out as she tried to breathe while climaxing over its whippings.

When I told it how red and welted its ass was from all the whippings and spit one last time, my whipping pig screamed in climax from the spit hitting her ass.

Since my cock was soaking wet and hard as a rock, I decided to use my fuck hole one more way and really push it over the edge. I stuck my wet cock head at her asshole opening and told her that her Master was going to pleasure himself on his property's asshole.

"Oh, take that bitch!" as I plunged into the depths of fuck hole's asshole. So hot and tight and fuckable. I reached around and wrapped my arms around it while fucking it against the wall. Since her tits and nipples were already bruised from the coarse cinder block wall, I went right for her neck with my hands and choked her from behind while fucking my slave's asshole with all the power I had left. There I was, cock buried in her asshole, pushing her flat against the wall as I pounded my cock in and out of it's asshole, pushing her nipples against the wall and choking my slaves breathe from her throat as I squeezed her neck and watched her struggle to breathe while being pounded.....awesome power.... Live or pass out???

My bitch was so busy climaxing, it didn't fight not breathing.

"Aughhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh, oohhhhhhhhhhhh, MASTER........ Auuugggggghhhhhhh"

"Splat, splat, splat" I could feel my cock exploding and expanding all up inside my slave's ass while I dumped my fresh load of cock cum deep in its bowels. My slave was over the edge, passed out on the spreader bar.

"Aaaaaaagggghhhhhhhhhh, gurgling, aaaaaaaggggghghgghghghhhhhhhhhhhh" I released my chokehold and pounded the center of her back to get her breathing again. My cock was still pulsing juice up her asshole as she hissed her breath back into her lungs......ah, my slave would be good for another round of Master's pleasure. As I released her from the spreader bars, I turned her around to lick my cock clean as I pulled it from her asshole, covered in my cum juice and shit from her asshole. Slave just looked up at me with half closed eyes and licked and sucked my cock spotless....what a good slave to own, huh?

My slave had been begging for a good training session to learn more of what her Master wanted so it was just a matter of time before this happened.

"Please Master, make me feel your needs....slave needs to be properly trained"

I knew that type of submissive behavior was just what I needed to get me really going. My slave was always after it's Master for more and more training in abuse, discipline and whatever else I could dream up....seems the more ways I come up with methods to work over my slave, the more excited the both of us get. I approached slave's cage with my cock already getting hard and wet...knowing I was going to play with my cunt slave.

First, however, I needed to piss. Slave saw me approaching it's cage but not open the door. Then it saw my grin.

"Master needs to piss first?" my piss slave asked, with a big smile.

I didn't need to answer, it saw me pulling my cock out to get ready to drench my piss slave. All I needed to say was, "Open up, fuck hole!"

My slave knows the position it's Master prefers. It is kneeling with it's body slightly pushed back so I can start at it's mouth and then just target my piss from it's nasty mouth down to it's neck, all over it's tits and nipples to finally spray my hot yellow piss all over it's huge cunt lips that I know will climax as soon as Master's hot piss touches them. The real beauty of the cage is the floor. My piss slave loves piss so much, I installed a large fiberglass shower floor on top of the cage floor. All the piss that comes from my spraying hot cock, drips all over my piss slave and then goes to the floor to be saved in a bucket under the floor drain. Perfect for my slave to always have piss to drink from it's bowl.

"Oh Master, thank you, thank you, your piss is so hot and tasty. Please spray all over me"

I started, the rush was awesome as my hot piss left my cock. I watched as I arched my spray of piss up in the air. Suddenly it splattered all over my open slave's mouth. It knows to just be my fountain and let all my piss just flow out of it's mouth so it drips all down it's whipped body (another story). I can feel this will be a nice long piss, so I take my time leaving my slave's mouth. When my piss spray leaves its fuck hole's mouth to spray downward, my slave then has permission to swallow whatever piss it managed to save in its mouth.

"Swallow my piss, bitch. You know you love to drink it hot from my cock!"

"Oh, thank you Master. When you're done pissing all over me, may I please have more in my fuck hole to drink?"

"Perhaps, if I feel like wasting some in your nasty mouth and throat!"

It's so powerful a rush to know that your piss slave is going to climax when your hot piss spray goes directly to it's puffy cunt lips. Naturally, I tease my slave with piss all over it's nipples and throat before I decide to spray it's cunt.

"You ready to climax bitch?" I ask my slave.

"Oh please, Master, spray my nasty cunt, please Master, spray my cunt, please"

"Why should your Master do that?" wasting valuable piss, while it must answer me.

"Please Master, piss slave needs it's piss on it's cunt. Piss slave is begging you for it. Please, piss on my cunt, Master, please, Master, please!!"

I grin as I lower my spray of hot piss to watch it go just below it's cunt lips to it's thighs. My piss slave is wriggling all over. Trying to get a direct spray onto it's cunt lips.

"Master, please spray your delicious yellow hot piss all over my cunt, please Master, I'm begging you, please Master, spray your piss on my cunt, it's thirsty for your piss"

Finally, before my hard piss spray stops, I aim right for the center of my piss slaves cunt.

"AAAAHHHHHHHH, OH MASTER, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!! That feels so good"

As I sprayed it's cunt, my slave was bent backwards on it's knees, grabbing it's ankles so it didn't fall over from climaxing so much.

"Oh, Thank You Master, Thank you.....I love it when you spray your piss all over me"

What an awesome slave, it wasn't even out of it's cage yet and I was raging hard.

Wait till I tell you how much it loves the rest of it's treatment. It's the perfect slave. Constantly striving to please it's Master no matter what I subject it to: Spit, fisting it's cunt or asshole, spanking, choking, paddling, whipping, face-fucking, or just deep throating.

Right now it's in training to drink all of my piss at my bedside. It needs to learn to swallow every drip of my piss as I lay in bed during the night. When I'm sure it is well disciplined to swallow every drop without spilling anything, I will allow it to be my toilet slave while I stay in bed, especially in the winter months. So much better to have a toilet slave to service your piss needs while you just lie in bed, don't you think?

Its true, I've always had an interest in the world of domination.
I tapped into the cold water supply running across the ceiling and attached a length of flexible pipe and a showerhead. This would allow me to hose

Down both the floor of the cellar and my slave in order to keep her clean should she be confined to the cell for any length of time. Turning it on by the tap I had installed I found it to be surprisingly powerful, and I was forced to hold the hose with both hands in order to stop it slipping from my grasp. The soak-away in the corner of the room seemed capable of draining the water, although it began to back up after a few minutes

My final check was to plug in my portable stereo in the cellar and crank the volume up till the music began to hurt my ears. Leaving it running, I made my way back up the stairs to my living room and out of the house. Perfect.

In my living room I was just able to discern the sound of the music faintly through the thick floor, but outside it was completely inaudible.

Satisfied that everything was as it should be, I rang Debbie with her instructions.

The two-week period was over the following night, and I instructed her to come to my house in the early evening, bringing nothing other than the clothes she was wearing.

I also told her to ensure that all necessary arrangements had been made; as this was the last night she would be able to enjoy her freedom.

I also asked her to ensure that she had removed all body hair.
She reassured me that such arrangements had been, made, and her friends and relatives had all been told that she was taking a year off to go traveling.

As I replaced the phone on its receiver I knew I would have difficulty in sleeping that night.

And so the moment arrived. With bated breath I walked the short distance to the front door and opened it to find a meek looking Debbie on my front step. As promised she wasn't carrying any luggage, and was dressed simply in tight jeans and t-shirt, the t-shirt tucked firmly into the waistband, outlining her pert breast through the flimsy material.

I caught my breath as I realized how soon I would be seeing her young body in the flesh for the first time.

Nervously she entered my house and stood in the center of the floor, tentatively offering the completed contract for my perusal. I could see she had probably agonized over his moment for some considerable time. She almost looked relieved to be handing over the contract, having finally made a definite decision

"You do realize what you are doing" I said, softly "If you want to back out, there's still time"

"I understand," she replied "And I'm not completely sure what I'm letting myself in for, I can't be, I've never tried this before, I just know I'd regret not doing it for the rest of my life." I nodded, and leaving her stood in the center of the floor I took a seat by the fire.

"We'd better establish a few preliminary ground rules, " I said trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.

"From this moment, you may only address me as Sir or Master." She nodded, surprised at the new note of command in my voice and the expectant look on my face hurriedly added "Yes, sir"

The words sounded strange, almost comical, but the seriousness of the situation prevented either of us from smiling.

"You must lower you eyes when in my presence"

"Yes Sir"

"You must obey my ever instruction unquestionably"

"Yes sir"

I stared at her for a moment and she lowered her gaze to the floor, her hands hanging limp by her sides.

"Undress!" I barked suddenly.

She looked up momentarily, a sudden look of misgiving in her eyes, but lowered them again as she saw the black look on my face

"Here? Now?" she inquired timidly.

I sighed

"Have we not just covered this?" I said, a note of irritation creeping into my voice. "You are to obey my every command! As my slave you are certainly not allowed the privilege of privacy or modesty!"

I could see it was difficult for her. I had never seen her completely naked, and I suppose there were only a handful of men who had had that pleasure. I'm sure she had never taken her clothes off for a man without a large amount of Dutch courage in her at any rate.

This was the first and most difficult step, and we both knew it.

Blushing a deep shade of red, she began to hesitantly remove her t-shirt, slipping it self-consciously from her arms revealing her white lace bra. She fiddled with the button fly of her jeans, stalling for time, before reluctantly pulling them down to her ankles and stepping out of both her slip-on shoes and crumpled denims at the same time.

She stood up in her white lace underwear, cradling her chest in her arms, her face almost purple with embarrassment and shame.

"It would seem we have a small problem in obeying instruction," I uttered as I walked to wards her, a pair of steel cuffs swinging from one hand. She looked puzzled

"I expect you to obey my instructions to the letter"

I began to fetter her hands in front of her body, closing the hasp of the cuffs with an ominous click

"I asked you to undress, completely!"

"I'm sorry, it's just…" Her voice tailed off as she realized she was again speaking out of turn.

I began escorting her to the cellar steps, she bowed her head slightly to enter the small entrance that lay under the stairs and she began the descent into her new home.

As I switched the light on she gasped audibly.

I had surpassed my self in the construction of her prison, ensuring that no item had been overlooked. It was Spartan in the extreme, with only steel hoops and a selection of whips to break up the gray concrete of the walls. I had carried a small, solidly built wooden table down there as an after thought. The fact that two of its legs had been sawn off short, forcing the thick table top to lay at an angle, and the leather straps adorning its sides gave its function away immediately.

The only source of warmth in the dungeon, for that is effectively what it had become, was the heat that seeped down from the rest of the house, and as heat rises, this was precious little indeed. I could fell the goose bumps on her upper arm as I guided her to the center of the floor to stand reluctantly below one of the rings I had cemented into the ceiling.

She shivered slightly under my firm grip, partially through anticipation, partially due to the temperature. I wondered how long it would take her to become accustomed to the cold.

Selecting a large padlock from the wall, I linked it through the connecting chain of her cuffs and then through the hoop in the ceiling, grunting slightly as I pulled her arms away from their protective position across her chest and over her head, forcing her to stand on the balls of her feet to prevent the steel digging into the delicate flesh around her wrists.

I then pushed her legs apart, hearing her wince as her wrist took yet more of her weight, and secured a three foot iron bar between her outspread legs. Clicking the ankle cuffs home, I stood up to address my new slave.

"You were told to strip, and as well as questioning me, you had the audacity to only partially remove your clothes" Her eyes opened wide in surprise and fear. She had never been put in such a vulnerable position or spoke to in such an authoritative or abrupt manner.

"As part of your initiation into slavery, I had every intention of beating you most severely anyway as a warning against future potential transgression but you have given me an excellent excuse." I was even surprising myself by the way I had automatically fallen into the role of her master.

She trembled slightly as I ran my palm around the contours of her shapely behind, still encased in clinging lace material.

Running my hand yet further round, relishing in the warmth of her smooth skin, and the fact that she was physically unable to stop my intrusive exploration, I smiled as I felt the warmth of her sex through the slightly damp gusset, as I realized that she was becoming turned on by her position of forced vulnerability.

She squirmed in embarrassment to try and avoid the touch of my hand,

"Tut, tut" I clucked, it seems you are intent upon angering me."

I leisurely walked to my selection of whips and pondered for a while, before picking a particularly vicious looking instrument made with long strips of thick leather hide.

As I looked over, she opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again, unsure of what she could possibly say that might allow her to escape the inevitable pain I was about to inflict.

Walking behind her, with the whip tucked under my arm, I released the sharp blade from my penknife and slid it carefully through the shoulder straps of her bra. Unclipping the clasp, I allowed the lacy material to slide gracefully to the floor, stark against the harsh gray concrete floor.

I repeated the operation across the hips of her panties, and walked back round to the front of my slave to survey my property.

She was even prettier naked than I could have imagined.

Her head was bowed as instructed, and she panted slightly with the exertion of keeping the weight off her wrists, her light brown hair falling in waves across her pert firm exposed breasts.

The cold had puckered her small pink nipples into hard beads, and as I watched they rose and fell with her labored breathing.

Her tanned flat smooth midriff splayed out to wide sensuous hips, at the center of which lay the prize. The epicenter of her sexuality, and the part of her body that she had fiercely protected, until now.

She had shaved thoroughly prior to her arrival, and her partially spread limbs revealed the lips of her sex, glistening slightly with wet expectancy. She squirmed slightly under my gaze, mortified at her blatant arousal under these conditions

To her horror, I pushed the thin, blunt end of the whip handle between her lips, parting them yet further, revealing her small, protruding clitoris, red and engorged, begging for further stimulation.

Having inspected my slave, and finding everything as I had hoped, I dragged my focus back to the matter in hand, her punishment for earlier transgressions.

"Have you ever been hit with one of these?" I asked, allowing the stiff leather thongs to fall across her quivering buttocks."

She shook her head

"Shame, it may have given you an idea of what to expect. Still, no matter, you'll soon learn.

It was then that I was pleased I had checked the amount of sound that filtered up from my cellar, for as I delivered the first stroke; she let out a scream of such intensity that it hurt my ears

"Please no!!!, I didn't realize!!! Not again!!!…"

"Have some dignity!" I reproached as I delivered another sting blow, harder this time.

This time she wasn't able to scream, as she had used all her breath on the first one. Instead she opened her mouth noiselessly, her eyes wide with pain at the shock of the onslaught.

Sensing my advantage I let another loose, aiming more carefully, directing the fronds to the underside of her buttocks, where they cruelly wrapped around her inner thigh, a few of the longer ones actually coming into contact with her sensitive labia.

She had begun to groan, the pain in her wrist forgotten she slumped forward in her bonds

"Stop... I cant…you bast…" I cut her short with a sting blow, this time tracing a line of fire directly across the center of her buttocks. The chains rattled as she desperately tried to break free.

"Do you think that perhaps now you will learn to obey me?" I inquired, gently feeling the raised welt I had just created across her backside.

"Let me down.. It's too painful. I don't want…!" she gasped between breaths

Again I cut her off mid sentence

"Wrong Answer!"

Now I began to lay into her tortured buttocks in earnest, ignoring her screams and the rivulets of tears that were now coursing freely down her cheeks.

To add variety, I directed a couple of particularly punishing blows to her breasts, the second strike landing squarely across her right nipple.

Upon this stroke her head jerked back and her eyes opened wide. If the pain of being whipped across the buttocks had been unimaginably painful, this was ten times worse. For a few seconds she actually stopped breathing all together, struggling violently against her cuffs all the time, desperate to apply her soothing touch to the angry read weal's that I had just created across her milky breasts and buttocks.

Sensing that I had made my point, I asked again

"Are you prepared to obey me now?"

At that moment she looked me directly in he eye, all her emotions tangled, tears wetting her cheeks and chest, fighting for breath. still suffering under the waves of pain emanating from her bruised flesh.

She had no option. She nodded reluctantly, willing to undergo any humiliation I deigned necessary, if it meant avoiding another earth shattering stroke from the cruel whip.

"Pardon, slave?" I questioned, wanting to hear her say it

"Yes sir," she sobbed

"Do you feel you have learned a lesson from your punishment?"

"Yes sir"

Cautiously, I unchained her hands from the ceiling, waiting for her to strike like trapped animal. I needn't have worried, her hands hung limply by her sides, longing to massage life back into her chaffed wrists, but frightened of incurring further punishment for doing so.

I pushed the handle of he whip under her chin and lifted her face to meet my gaze.

"Every time you disobey me I will beat you like that. I will beat you with the utmost severity for the slightest indiscretion is that understood?"

"Yes Sir" Despite all my warnings, she had not anticipated the severity of her experience and the pain of the lash had been all too real. I detected that there was a new note of respect in her voice.

"Now you may thank me for your lesson" I commanded," Would you like that?

"Yes sir" more enthusiastically now, her previous feelings of shame lost in her eagerness to please me in any way possible and prevent a repeat of the incredible pain she had just endured.

Pushing her head back down with the crop, and applying light pressure to her shoulder, she sank to her knees on the cold stone floor, quickly guessing the form that her thanks would take.

With shaking hands she unzipped my fly, tentatively pulling my semi-erect member from my trousers. With an almost imperceptible pause, during which a thousand thoughts must have flown through her mind she reluctantly

Opened her mouth and gently lowered her lips around my shaft, gently moving her head back and forth.

I was already in a state of considerable arousal and within the space of a few minutes my balls began to spasm and I felt the blessed relief of my seed emptying into her mouth.

With the facial expression of someone who has just bitten into a lemon, she withdrew from my satiated cock and wiped her hand across her semen-covered lips, forcing herself to swallow as she did so. It was then that remembered. She had told me during one drunken evening that she had NEVER given oral sex, and had no intentions of ever doing so as she found the thought of taking a mans member in her mouth repulsive in the extreme.

I smiled at the recollections she knelt quivering at my feet awaiting instruction, a stray globule of semen glistening on her chin as she replaced my now flaccid member back in my trousers.

"Thank you Master" she whispered, almost inaudibly. She was beginning to learn.

I un-cuffed her ankles and gently lifted her to her feet. Escorting her to the open door of her cell I led her inside.

"Perhaps we will do better tomorrow" I said, not unkindly, and gently stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. The sudden show of affection, contrasting with the violence of the previous whipping sent her into fits of sobs yet again.

"There, there" I comforted.

"I told you what to expect, didn't I?" She nodded dumbly, her eyes downcast.

Locking the door to her tiny cell securely I made my way up to my living room, before pouring myself a large congratulatory brandy and flopping on my sofa to watch some TV.

Then I remembered my camera.

Flicking to the appropriate channel, the black and white image of the prison came into view. Debbie lay on the cold unyielding floor of her cage in the foetal position, her legs tucked up against her chest to try and conserve what little warmth she could.

Between the tops of the backs of her thighs I could just make out her protruding sex, and even as I watched, her hands stole between her legs, cupping her sex, and began to gently massage her swollen, tender lips.

I smiled, transfixed. I had read that a severe whipping would invariably lead to intense, undeniable arousal as the pain of the weals began to fade and give way to a warm glow, and sipping my cognac from the warmth of my sofa, I was seeing the proof. I pressed the red record button on my VCR.

After only a few minutes, her hips began to buck, scraping her thigh against the rough concrete and her legs opened despite the chill to allow her hand better access.

It was the only stimulus she needed, and as her finger slid effortlessly into her swollen vagina, her face contorted, her pelvis spasmed as she orgasmed. Not the pleasant, warm cozy orgasms she had in the bath at home, as she gently soaped herself, but a powerful, gut wrenching surge of pleasure that lifted her lower body off the floor involuntarily and caused her to let out a long low guttural moan. For almost two minutes she writhed in this position, the glowing pain of the fresh stripes across her body contrasting with her venerable caged position and the urgent pulsing of her sex.

Finally the last wave of pleasure subsided and she returned to her previous position, curling up into a tight ball, oblivious to the fact that her entire performance was being observed and recorded upstairs.

I smiled, despite the interesting display; tomorrow she would have to learn that she was only permitted to orgasm under supervision.

I made my way up to my bed, lying warm and comfortable under the thick luxurious duvet, contemplating the next part of my curriculum.

The first morning of her ownership by Dr. McDouglas began with a wonderfully warm bath. Emily, nipples, was lead by her leash into the large bathtub and told to stay on all fours. She was instructed, however, that all fours, meant hands and feet, not knees. In fact, Dr. McDouglas, after some thought, bound her knees and elbows together securely. Naturally, this lifted nipple's butt until the good Dr. gently pressed it down into the position that would become second nature to her for the next 2 weeks.

Once nipples was in position, Dr. McDouglas scrubbed his new treasure head to toe, carefully examining every inch. He was very pleased. He explained that positioning is very important, and she would learn how to maintain the various positions He required. He looked up at the camera to make sure it was recording and smiled as He saw it was.

After her bath, He lead her outside into the huge wooded back yard. Although there were homes are neighbors nearby, He doubted that anyone could really see through the foliage, and if they did, He didn't really care. His new pet would have to get used to being viewed and handled by others eventually.

The first course of business was to teach her how to walk gracefully in the desired position. Her head held high, a toothy smile on her face, He lead her around the perimeter of the yard. Periodically, He had to gently press her bottom down some but she quickly made the various adjustments necessary to get comfortable in this position. She felt quite owned. She felt like a purely sexual animal with her sex open and on display. She had no idea what was to come.

Dr. McDouglas worked with nipples all day. She learned how to walk, how to trot, how to sit, and how to lay. Periodically, He allowed her to rest, during which time, He stroked her back or her haunches, and on two occasions, He playfully caressed her breasts which hung beautifully in the various positions she learned.

At feeding time, just as He had instructed earlier, she was given a bowl of feed and a bowl of water. She managed to eat without making too much of a mess, but she still had some practice to do with the drinking. She leaned forward to lap up the water, and Dr. McDouglas smacked her bum. Every time her bottom rose, He smacked it. Finally, she figured a way to crunch down, her knees on the outside of her elbows. This, of course, made her bottom that much more open, and sent shivers of excitement down her spine.

Again, He stroked her back, and played with her hair. "I have a hairdresser coming tomorrow, my dear, to do something with your hair. We can't have it falling into your face when you feed. You are enjoying your training?"

Nipples nodded shyly, and felt the smack of her Master! "Yes, Master, it is exciting and," she paused, "stimulating!"

"Very good, my dear. You instinctively know that you must be completely honest with me ... completely honest! I want to know exactly how you feel right now, please, to the best of your ability."

"If it pleases You, Master, I feel like a beautiful and expensive dog. I also feel completely submissive and exposed which honestly excites me. "

"Very well, nipples. Now, back to work." He picked up the leash. "Sit!" She sat as taught (something like a squat) knees wide open, elbows squishing her hanging breasts together invitingly, her head held high. "Well done. We will practice this. Walk." Nipples stood and walked as commanded. "Sit!"

They practiced this for most of the afternoon until nipples grew more and more graceful. Mid-afternoon, Master opted to give nipples a break and lead her over to His oversized lounger where He sat. He commanded her to sit which she did, more beautifully than He ever expected. "Now, as you did yesterday, you may pleasure my penis with your mouth, my pet."

Nipples was still bound knees to elbows, so she was unable to put her hands behind her back, but her hands were still useless. She buried her face affectionately in His crotch in eager search of the zipper. His manly musk intoxicated her and her arousal became more wanton. She tugged hungrily at the zipper and finally managed to expose His delicious penis. Again, she buried her face into Him, inhaling deeply. She kissed and licked Him and felt such delightful adoration as she watched his penis grow in response to her ministrations.

He relished the natural sounds that gurgled in her throat. She tenderly lifted His penis into her mouth, and her tongue lovingly caressed it round and round just under the rim. Her hunger was obviously growing. Her face pushed up against Him as she sought His balls and sucked them into her mouth one at a time. For over 2 hours, she gave herself devotedly to the pleasure of His penis, teasing and loving it, sucking and nibbling it, caressing endlessly with her tongue until it throbbed huge and thick.

"Please, Master ...," she hesitated in uncertainty, but courageously continued, "Please use Your pet for Your pleasure, Master!" Again she buried her face in His crotch, licking His balls seductively. "

"Nipples, Lay!" Immediately, she assumed the position she had been taught. Her head was down, her body curled up but her bum lifted high and wagging some. Dr. McDouglas stood behind her and with His hands opened her bottom wider. He used a finger to massage her vaginal opening, and circle her swollen clitoris. Her bottom wagged happily and soft sounds of pleasure came from her mouth and throat. To her surprise, He used her juices to moisten her anus, and quickly thrust His engorged penis deeply into her. She cried out loudly and a neighbor answered with a question ... "Everything ok over there?"

Dr. McDouglas responded, "Yes, of course, just a wayward pet, but everything's under control."

"You and Your pets!" the neighbor laughingly remarked and silenced.

Master smacked her bottom a few times while continuing to impale her. Her grunts and groans increased as she rocked against His thrusts energetically. Her body was right on the verge of losing control ... His hands grabbed her hips and His thrusts increased in tempo until finally ... they both exploded, Him first and her body responded to the spurts of manhood that filled her opening to overflowing.

"Richard, are you still there?" Master called.

"Sure, Sean, what do you need?"

"Do you have your digital camera handy? I forgot to install a camera out here to monitor the progress of my new pet. "

"Sure, be right there."

Emily, nipples, was horrified. Someone, a stranger, was coming to take a picture of this? Ohhhhhhhh noooo! Sure enough, within a minute, Richard arrived with his camera.

"Oh, a fine pet she is, Sir!"

"Yes, indeed. Though she still requires plenty of training to bring out her natural skills. Please take photos from as many different angles as you can ... as long as I can stay within her."

For the next several minutes, Richard walked around the pair snapping pictures from every angle he could imagine. His focus seemed to be on the point of actual union ... the beauty of her receptiveness of His massive engorged penis.

When both Richard and Master were satisfied, they chatted for a minute or so casually about the weather while nipples lay there, feeling a myriad of feelings to which she was unaccustomed.

Finally, Richard handed his camera to Dr. McDouglas and left. Nipples felt some sense of relief as he walked away.

It was supper time. Dr. McDoulas fed nipples and stroked her while she ate. He spoke to her in soft, affectionate tones.

"I will be posting these photos on my website, along with the others, and at some point, I may permit you to see them. I am obscuring your face, my dear, but the pics give a small glimpse of just how lovely you are and how desirable. Besides, you know you love being photographed, don't you?" He laughed and smacked her butt.

"Yes, Master, I cannot lie. It is very exciting to me to be found worthy of being put on display, Master."

"Yes, dear, that is part of it. But there is much more. We will get there." He disappeared into the house for several minutes. When He returned, He carried some small glittery objects that were unidentifiable.

"Sit , nipples!" She obeyed.

He held two rubber rings attached closely at one point. Dr. McDouglas slid one ring over her left breast and the other ring over her right breast. The rings squeezed her breasts lusciously so they appeared more sculpted, more pronounced. He fastened rings behind her shoulders. The rubber rings introduced a tiny measure of pain into the equation. He then clipped heavily weighted gems on each raised nipple and she groaned in surprise. They didn't exactly pinch, but felt more like a bite. The weights swung with every movement and pulled on her nipples making them larger and quite purple. Then, finally, he pressed against her clitoris, pulled at it to make it stand, and then clipped a matching gem onto it, and this time, nipples yelped!

"What's the matter, nipples, have you never been jewelled before?" He laughed as He lovingly stroked her bottom. "Now, walk!" She tried and stopped abruptly as she felt the gems pulling and rubbing her arousal. "Yes, pet, walk! Head up! All around the yard, please!" She walked slowly to minimize the rubbing. "Again, head up, come on girl!" Nipples felt the tug of the heavy weights on her nipples with each step and the gem on her clitoris was continuously rubbed as her legs moved. "Come one, nipples, smile! This is a pleasure for you! You are to show off your beauty, your femininity, your open sexiness. Flaunt it, nipples! Prance!"

Again and again, he ordered her around the perimeter of His yard. After several laps, He picked up the camera and started to snap more pictures. "Head up, girl, smile for the camera! Excellent! Now trot! Let me see those breasts bounce! Yes! That's it! Beautiful! You see? I knew you'd enjoy this!"

"OK. That's enough. Now stop and sit right here in front of me. She obeyed and indeed, a smile crossed her face. "Today is Sunday. Next Saturday, there is a dog show in the city. You will be entered and will bring me a huge prize. There are only three other human dogs entered thus far, and they are male, so you should have no trouble outshining them. We will work very hard this week, and I know you will make me proud at the show. Now, masturbate, please while I snap a few more pictures for your growing fan club."

"Yes ... that's it. Let me hear you, dear. Such a sexy pup you are! I think we will have you waxed, though. And a tail. We will have to prepare a tail for your magnificently fuckable ass. Yes!! Wonderful expression! Now, cum, nipples, long and loud. Let Richard hear you!"

"Ohhhhhhh Master!!!,"she moaned. "Here is Your ... cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm." A visible ooze bubbled from her vagina as her expressions and squirming betrayed her ecstatic ride. "Thank You, Master! Thank You, Master! Thank You, Master!!!"

"For what, my pet?"

"For using me so expertly and knowing what I really need. How do You do that?"

"Ahhhh, my secret, my pet. Now it is getting late. Come on inside and I will prepare your dinner."

Nipples hungrily ate all her dinner and lapped her water with increasing skill. When she was finished, Dr. McDouglas inserted a small remote vibrator into her vagina and anus and allowed her to curl up at His feet and relax for the evening. Periodically, He would flip the remote to high for a few minutes then back to low. Nipples enjoyed her new jewelry and wondered what the rest of the week held. She was also quite curious about this other male dogs against whom she would compete at the dog show. Surely they would be bigger and stronger than her. "How would they compete?" she wondered as she drifted off to sleep.

She was awakened by the vibrations within her body screaming for release. Dr. McDouglas had turned the vibrators to high to see how long it would take to arouse her from a dead sleep. He was amazed. It was less than 2 minutes, but would not let her cum so quickly. Instead, he untied her elbows and knees, and turned the vibrator back to medium. He stood and picked up the leash.

"Now, nipples, hold your positions as though you were still tied, and perhaps I shall not have to tie you again. We are going for a short walk. Are your decorations still inn place?" He tugged on the nipple clips. "If you were really mine, I would have those perfect nipples pierced. Mmmmmm, they are scrumptious! And the one below? He flicked it and she winced! Yes, my dear. I know. That one takes some getting used to. It's not too tight, is it?" He removed it and reapplied it, wiggling her sore clit in the process. "I do love seeing it hang between your legs, nipples. By Sunday we will have weights on that one too to enjoy when you prance and trot around the ring."

With that, He turned the vibrators to high and lead her out to the sidewalk and they walked around the block. Nipples hid her face any time a person passed by but in between the passers by, nipples proudly trotted by her Master's side. Dr. McDouglas noticed, of course, but this time said nothing. The effect of the rubber rings made her breasts jiggle and dance in a more pronounced way and the weighted clips stretched her nipples and drew attention to their feminine beauty. As she remembered to walk correctly, the clip on her clitoris shone like a star and pulled and rubbed it to a continuous state of arousal in spite of it's soreness. The vibrators hummed full tilt within her two holes and she honestly felt very simply and very naturally like a sex animal.

When they returned home, she was directed to go pee, brush her teeth, wash and present herself spread eagle on her Master's bed. It was only then that the vibrator was removed from her vagina, but remained in her anus. "Now, my darling pet, beg for my penis!"

"Please Master, use Your pet as You wish." she moaned, her body wiggling in it's heat.

"That's not begging, dear," he said calmly.

"Master, please use your penis pet!" she cried out.

"I'm not feeling it, pet."

"MASTER!!! PLEEEEEEEASEEEEE allow me the honor of your penis ... PLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEASSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEE!!!!"

"Yes, that's better!" He unzipped his trousers slowly and stripped before her for the first time. His penis was deliciously aroused and thick with pleasure. He teased her for several minutes, painting her inner thighs with his precum and also with her own juices until she was nearly in tears. He presented it to her mouth first and reverently, she kissed it before sucking it into her mouth ravenously. He pushed it deep into her throat and felt her gag reflex, but ignored it. She sucked powerfully, like a female animal created for sexual use. Hungrily she gulped and gasped for air then took him deeper still into her ...

Suddenly, He was pushing into her lifted vagina. Her muscles squeezed tightly, and he groaned with pleasure. She held her position as best as possible for some time, but finally, her passion overruled her, and she clawed at Him, pulling Him closer. She wanted Him deeper and deeper into her. She wanted him to fully possess her and felt that perhaps one day he would. They both climaxed and rode their passions wildly until they collapsed together, His penis still within her, and slept. Of course, when they awoke, she was curled around His feet, like a good pet, her mouth on tenderly devoted to His penis.

The email message was short and brief; just the name of a motel and a room number, with the words “7:00 pm Wed. ….. Bring your toys,” written beneath it. I felt a shiver run through me as I read the words. I carefully packed a travel bag with my dildo, vibrator and butt plug and put it out in the car that morning. All day, I could feel myself growing more excited, and more nervous, as the hours sped by.
There was a mirror on the wall opposite me, and I watched as you turned away from the bed and returned to the table. You picked up my folded clothes and placed them on the chair on the far side of the table. As you bent to pick up the thong and corset, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge of your erection tenting the front of your black pants, noticeable only when you turned your profile towards me. With your foot, you pushed my shoes across the carpet until they were under the chair. You opened my bag, took my toys out, and laid them in a row on the table. Then you bent down and picked up your black duffel bag, placing it on the chair that you had been sitting on. I watched in the mirror as you took out a black leather strap, a leather cat, a blindfold, a length of rope, and finally, a bottle of lube and a bottle of lotion, placing them in a neat row next to the crop on the tabletop. You glanced up and our eyes met in the mirror for several seconds before I looked away.

I closed my eyes and a tremor shook my body as I thought to myself, “Now you’ve done it. You’ve disobeyed him twice …. Once he might forgive, but never twice.” The mattress shifted as you knelt on the edge of it behind me, and as my eyes flew open, you covered them with the black satin blindfold, tying it securely behind my head and making sure it was covering my eyes completely. “If you can’t remember to control your gaze, little one, I will have to do it for you,” you said, and the mattress shifted again as you moved away. My ears strained to listen as you crossed back to the table. Your footsteps were softened so much by the carpet that I didn’t realize you had returned until you sat on the bed next to me. Your hand stroked my soft white cheeks and you murmured, “Such pretty white skin will look so much prettier with a healthy blush …. And maybe a few stripes, too.”

I trembled, and you continued, “I have been very patient with you, because of your lack of training and your eagerness to please, but I see now that indulging you has been a mistake on my part. You are in danger of becoming a spoiled pet, instead of a cherished one, and we cannot have that, now can we?” You moved slightly, and I heard the distinctive snap of a surgical glove being put on. “It’s time to continue your training, little one,” you said. “Open yourself to me.”

You guided my bound hands down to the crack between my cheeks and waited as I parted them with my hands, exposing my puckered rosebud to you. I felt the coolness of lube being trickled onto it, and then the cool touch of a gloved finger slowly circling the opening, spreading the lube and massaging gently. “A good sub must always be prepared to submit to her Master in the most intimate of ways, little one. And to do that, you must learn to relax and open yourself to me, so I can take my pleasure of you,” you said softly as you continued to drip lube onto me and massage it with your finger. “Even if someday I decide to let others play with you, this will always be my private property …. Do you understand, my pet?” you asked. “Yes Master” I whispered, my voice shaking with both fear and anticipation.

You slowly pushed the tip of your finger into me, and I fought the urge to tighten myself against the intrusion. You inserted your finger up to the first joint, then slowly withdrew it, and repeated the action several more times, each penetration becoming easier as my muscles began to relax. You poured more lube onto me and this time continued penetrating me until half the finger was inside me. Again, I fought to relax as the pressure and slight sting accompanied your finger moving into me. “Very good,” you murmured as your finger slid in and out, spreading the lube slowly into my dark passage with each gentle insertion. Before I realized it, you had slid your entire finger into me,and slowly began to wiggle and twist it inside me, chuckling as you watched a spasm of pleasure course through me. “Yes, little slut,” you said, “How good it feels to obey your Master and give yourself to him. You should do it more often,” you concluded, and you smacked my bottom with your other hand, your finger still deep inside me.

You slowly withdrew your finger, and I relaxed my hold on my cheeks. Another sharp smack of your hand on my ass accompanied your words. “Did I tell you to let go? Keep yourself open. We are not anywhere close to done with this part of your training, little slut.” You got up off the bed and crossed to the table again. You returned and sat on the bed behind me. Your fingertips stroked my cheeks, the nails scratching lightly across the surface. You continued in a soft, measured tone, “You took the finger very well, opening to me faster than I expected. That was the easy part. Now comes the hard part, not only opening, but being stretched and filled. I know you will do your best to please me and make me proud of you.”

You poured a generous amount of lube between my cheeks, and before I could catch my breath, I felt the tip of the butt plug pressing against my opening. You began to push it into me, and this time the pain was much sharper than it had been with your finger as the plug forced the tense ring of muscle to give way under the pressure. I could feel my eyes fill with tears as my breath caught in my throat, and a deep moan of discomfort escaped me. I began to beg, “Please, Master, no …. It hurts … I can’t do it … Master, please stop.” You stopped pushing, but kept the plug in me, and with your free hand you began to stroke the small of my back, my buttocks and my hips. “Relax, little one …. The more you fight it, the more it will hurt. You know that you need to be opened and stretched, so I can bury my cock in you and fill you with my cum. I don’t want to hurt you, my little slut, but if you fight me, I have no choice.” I took a deep breath, held it, and slowly let it out. You leaned over and I felt your lips brush my shoulder in a soft kiss, and you whispered, “Yes, my dear …. That’s it …. Such a good girl.”

You left your hand resting on my hip and said, “When you feel the pressure, and the sting, push out …. It will help the muscles relax and stretch to admit the plug. There will still be discomfort, but it will soon be over …. Trust me.” You began to push the plug into me again, and as the pressure and stinging built, I held my breath and concentrated on relaxing the muscles. Before long, I felt a popping sensation as the widest part of the plug passed through the last tight ring of muscle and was firmly lodged inside me. When you were sure that it was inserted as deeply as it could go, you said to me, “Ok, now you can let go.” My cheeks closed around the flange of the plug, holding it securely inside me.

Again your lips brushed my shoulder, and continued down my spine to the top of my crack. Each brush of your lips sent little electric shivers rushing through my body, totally distracting me from the slight pain of the plug inside me.

You sat back, and your hands rolled me towards the center of the bed, so that I was kneeling with my knees against my chest, my forehead resting on the mattress. I felt your hand grasp my right ankle, and you tugged it gently towards the edge of the bed. The touch of the leather cuff encircling it caused me to shiver again as you tightened the cuff and adjusted the tension on the rope. I felt you get up off the bed, and then your hand grasped my left ankle, tugging it into position and buckling it into the cuff. My legs were now spread with my ass in the air, my pussy fully exposed to you. “Ah, yes,” you said, “such perfect submission, my little slut. This deserves to be recorded for my lasting enjoyment.” I heard a click and a faint whirring sound as you snapped a picture from behind me.

I laid there in the dark of the blindfold, panting as my heart began to race again, wondering what you were planning to do with me in such a vulnerable position. You grasped my ponytail and tugged my head up off the mattress. “Open your mouth wide,” you said, and I felt a large wad of fabric pressing against my lips. I tried to turn my head and gasped out, “Please, Master, no … don’t gag me. I’ll be good, I promise.” “Now, now, little one,” you replied, “We can’t have your cries of passion disturbing the neighbors, or worse yet, making them think you are in need of rescuing. Open wide; you know this helps you to fully embrace the sensation.”

You carefully placed the knotted cloth in my mouth, checking to make sure that it was not deep enough to cause me to choke. You took your time securing it in place and tying it behind my head, checking the blindfold at the same time. You lowered my head back down on the mattress and said, “Good girl.”

I felt you press a rubber ball into the palm of my right hand. “Squeeze it,” you instructed. As I squeezed, it squeaked. “This is your safe signal, little pet” you told me. “Squeeze twice for slow, three times for stop. Do you understand?” I squeezed it once and felt your fingers stroke my cheek. “Good girl. How pretty you look like that.” I heard another click and whirr from the side of the bed. You moved to the foot of the bed again and said, “Lift your head and look over your shoulder.” As I obeyed, I heard another click and whirr as you snapped yet another picture. The knot of fear in my stomach grew as I wondered what was about to happen, yet at the same time I could feel a warmth start to spread from between my legs, where the wetness was already visible.

Your hand began to caress my bottom ever so gently, and in spite of my fear, I relaxed. The first blow of your hand was fairly soft, just a slight sting followed by the warmth of the blood flowing to the surface. You took your time, spanking 5 or 6 times, then caressing the skin, then spanking again. Each time you started again, the blows fell a little harder and lasted longer, making me moan and squirm as much as my bonds would allow. I could feel my ass burning with the heat of the spanking, and was sure that it was already flushed with a nice pink glow when you stopped, left the bed, and came back with a warm wet towel to drape over my throbbing cheeks. As the cloth eased some of the discomfort, you massaged my back and shoulders, telling me I was a good girl. You checked the blindfold and gag to make sure both were still secure, removed the cloth and dried the skin with a second towel, and made sure the plug was still firmly inserted in my bottom.

The first kiss of the leather strap startled me out of the warm haze that your ministrations had filled me with. I shrieked into the gag, the sound muffled to a soft squeak by the wad of fabric between my teeth. I felt the tears begin to well in my eyes behind the blindfold as the strap fell again and again, stinging the already sensitized skin and turning it an even deeper pink. By the time you stopped, I was sobbing into the gag, my face wet with tears …. and the wetness between my thighs was starting to run down them. You sat next to me on the bed, loosened the gag and took it out of my mouth. “Easy, baby,” you said. “You’re ok …. Take a deep breath …. That’s it. Good girl.”

You slipped a tiny piece of ice into my mouth, and I gratefully sucked on it, my mouth totally dried out from the gag. You fed me a couple more small pieces of ice, letting me lick your fingers as well. Then you stroked my head and said, “We’re not done yet, little slut. You still need to be punished for disobeying me.”

A tremor ran through my body at your words. My ass was already on fire from your hand and the strap. A small whimper escaped me as you continued, “Because you were such a good girl, I will do something I ordinarily wouldn’t. I will let you choose your punishment.” Your hand was stroking my back and shoulders as you said this, and in spite of my fear I felt myself relax a bit at your gentle touch. “Here are your choices, little slut,” you said. “You can take 12 strokes of the cat …. And I mean 12 full strokes, not the little love taps you have had before …. Or you can take 6 strokes from the riding crop.”

“Oh my god,” I thought, “What is he asking me to do? I can’t make a choice like that.” You continued to massage my back and shoulders as I lay there debating inside my head. “Come on, little slut …. I’m not going to wait all night for you to make a decision. If you don’t choose, I’ll choose for you.” I swallowed hard, drew in a ragged breath, and in a whisper that you could just barely hear, I said, “The riding crop, Master.” As I said that, your hand stopped stroking and rested on my shoulder. You gave it a gentle squeeze, and I sensed that you were pleased by my choice. You knew how terrified I was of it the first time you showed it to me.
You got up off the bed and I heard you moving around. You repositioned my legs to raise my ass a little higher than it had been, and again checked to make sure the plug was firmly inserted in my ass. You slid two fingers into my wet, slick pussy and stroked them in and out a few times, making me moan with pleasure. You pulled your fingers out and moved back around the side of the bed. You told me to lift my head, and I felt the gag pressing against my lips again.

As you tightened the gag in place, you leaned over and kissed my cheek tenderly. You brushed the hair off my forehead and kissed me there too, then whispered in my ear, “I know you’re frightened little one….remember your safe signal. If it’s too much for you to take, give the signal. I won’t be upset if you can’t do it. Do you understand me, little slut?” I nodded my head, and you kissed my cheek again.

You moved away, and before I could prepare myself for what was coming, I heard a whistling sound and a line of fire erupted across my ass. I gasped, and before I could scream, a second stroke landed an inch below the first. I finally got the scream out as the third stroke blazed just below the other two, and in a panic I squeezed the ball three times, making it squeak. You dropped the crop and started to untie my ankles, saying, “Ok baby …. Ok …. It’s ok.”

A moment later, I felt the cool touch of lotion being smoothed onto my bottom, soothing the fire raging there. You came around the side of the bed, loosened the gag and removed it. You took the blindfold off and helped me roll onto my side …. I was sobbing like a baby. You sat on the bed and took me into your arms, laying my head on your shoulder and holding me, your hands caressing my hair and face, wiping the tears away.

When the sobs had quieted to a few sniffles, you sat me up, brushed the hair off my face, and smiled at me. “I’m so proud of you, little pet. I didn’t think you could do that, but you did. And now I have a reward for you.” You undid your belt, unzipped your pants and freed your cock. It was hard and throbbing, with a drop of precum oozing from the eye. You leaned back against the headboard, turned slightly towards me, and with your hands on each side of my face, guided your cock into my mouth. I began to lick and suck you, and you sighed and closed your eyes. You let me suck you for a few minutes, and then you pushed me back and got up.

As I lay there watching you, you quickly undressed and came back to the bed. You rolled me onto my stomach and untied my wrists, then rolled me onto my back, bringing my arms around in front of me and retying my wrists. You pulled them up over my head and fastened them to the headboard. “Spread your legs nice and wide, little slut,” you said to me, and when I did, you knelt between them. You lifted my legs up over your shoulders, teasing me by rubbing the head of your cock between my pussy lips again and again. The plug was still lodged deep in my ass, and you looked down at me, smiled and said, “Is my little slut ready to have both holes filled?” I smiled up at you and said, “Yes, Master …. Please fill me.”

You slowly slid your cock into my tight wet pussy. When you were about halfway in, you moaned and said softly, “God, that feels good,” and I smiled, my heart soaring to know that you were finding pleasure in my body while I was also being pleased by you inside me. You took your time fucking me, making it last, playing with my clit and sucking my nipples, allowing me to cum a couple times before you began to stroke into me hard, fast and deep. I started to moan deeply as I felt another orgasm building and just as it was about to break, you leaned over and gently bit my left nipple …. My whole body arched up off the bed as I started to cum, and with a groan I felt your cock start to throb as you joined me, your hot cum bathing my cunt. You collapsed onto me, and kissed me deeply, as if your tongue were trying to meet the tip of your cock inside me.

Finally, you reached up, untied my wrists and rolled off of me, lying on your back beside me. I sat up, got out of bed and went into the bathroom, coming back a moment later with a warm wet washcloth and a towel. I knelt on the bed next to you and washed and dried your cock as you lay there watching me. You pulled at my nipples as I washed you, and gave my tits a playful slap as I turned to take the towels back to the bathroom. I rejoined you on the bed, and you let me curl up at your side, my head resting on your chest as you caressed me softly and whispered, “Well done, my little pet. You’ve pleased me, very much.”

A glance at the clock told me there were still several hours to go before our session was done. I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly. The evening was off to a lovely start.

"Emma I want you to begin your education, your training. I want you to stay with Mistress Louise for a few days. You have things to learn."

I looked at the floor. I knew he was right but scared that he didn't think I was good enough. I knew I had to - it was only training. Things I hadn't done, things I could practice, to be better for him. He wanted me to be his pleasure slave. I wondered if I didn't please him enough now, but he had had me marked with the tattoo and given me his ring and collar. I was going to be the best for him. Determination held back the tears.

Then he surprised me. He took me in his arms and kissed me.

"You are mine because I want you. I still want you, but I want you to learn things, about yourself and to make you able to please me even more. I want you to do it for all those reasons, but I want you to do it. You have given yourself to me. You will do it and you will know by doing it you are pleasing me. That should be enough."

"Of course, Master." It was enough. I knew. Even now calling him Master was exciting in itself. It made me remember, it made me feel faint at the knowledge that I had signed myself over to him completely. The copy of the piece of paper was in my bag. I would look at it over and over. All the things I had agreed were his responsibility, all the things that I had accepted I would do for him were physically written down and signed. It always made me hot just to read it. The only reason I didn't read it more was that I was afraid that the paper would wear away on the folds.

I had to report to his office on Friday. I walked past the bored receptionist, up to Louise's desk. He wasn't there. She had me sit and wait. Tears wet my eyes without my bidding at the thought of me not being with him. She was speaking with another woman, older than her. Showing her things. After twenty minutes she had packed away. There was no sign of Michael. The other woman went down the corridor. Louise came over to me. Looked me over as I blushed. She held out my collar!

"Stand up. You are to spend some time with me. Please close your mouth. It is more appropriate for it to be closed at the moment. Master Michael told you that you would be going away?"

"Yes."

"Now present your neck." I had to kneel on the carpet. She removed my collar for me to kiss it, then refastened it. I wondered if the other woman might return. "In future you will address me as Mistress. Is that clear?"

"Yes... Mistress." Adding the latter uncertainly. Throat dry.

"You will do exactly as you are told, you will speak only when appropriate and you will learn. I will expect total obedience. Without that you will learn nothing." I didn't know whether to speak or not. Evidently it was not required. My heart was pounding. I was frightened; I didn't know what I would have to do. Still, she was strong; she would guide me as she had already. It was better than being with someone who I did not know at all.

She drove confidently. I was told to place my hands by my side, my knees two inches apart. I kept my eyes down on my knees. I would have liked to look at her but only allowed myself surreptitious glances out of the side of my eyes, at her thighs moving inside her trousers, at her long fingers on the steering wheel. She appeared totally relaxed and happy with life, in control of the situation. I felt my breathing was loud.

The house seemed to have originally been a small farmhouse. Beams, cosy, it sat on its own. A Japanese girl about my age opened the door as we drove up, shyly smiling with large red lips, white blouse and black skirt. Geometric bob. I had not thought of anyone else being there. She took quick glimpses at me. She was my height. Hovered around Louise. Her name, I was told, was Suzie. She took Louise's bags inside. I noticed a small tattoo on her neck.

I was to put my bag in a cupboard by the door. Suzie standing, hands at her lap, smiling a shy smile, would hang my things. I followed Louise into a lounge. She sat back seemingly content, I stood uncomfortably before her. Suzie was sent to bring wine for Louise.

"Your Master wants you trained further."

"Yes... Mistress."

"You needn't be alarmed. But it is expensive in time. You should be grateful and ensure that you work hard to show your Master that you are worth it."

"Yes Mistress."

"He wants you as a pleasure slave. Most slaves have more than one, well, role, but this is all your Master demands of you at the present. Maybe later he will have you trained for others. He needs you a little, ah, how shall we say, more experienced." My face must have shown some surprise. At that moment Suzie came back with the wine. Louise took it and sipped it. Suzie took up a position against the wall by the door, watching.

"Suzie, for instance has been trained as a maid, amongst other things." Suzie kept her eyes down. "She's a good one, most of the time. Though she makes mistakes and needs to be disciplined to ensure high standards. Would you describe yourself as experienced?" She asked me with a smile on her face. I looked at the floor. The silence stretched until I realised I must answer.

"No Mistress."

"How many men have rooted about inside you before your Master?" I looked up shocked at her words, then again at the floor.

"Two Mistress." Blushing furiously. Suzie could hear everything.

"Were they any good? Did you enjoy having them there?"

"Not particularly. No, Mistress."

"Why not? Didn't they permit you to climax?"

"No, Mistress." Another silence. I felt as though I had to fill it, give her more of an answer. "They didn't consider permission, they didn't think about it. They weren't dominant. I suppose they took it for granted that I would."

"But you needed someone who was dominant?"

"I didn't realise then, but yes, now I realise what I need, Mistress."

"And have you had women make you climax?"

"No! Only you, Mistress. When you spanked me."

"Michael tells me something about a girl called Pia."

"It was her. I didn't.... She... It was after I met him. He knows about her, he started it Mistress."

"Yes I know." She smiled, tormenting me.

"You consider yourself to be submissive, a slave?" I wanted to cry. I wanted a hole in the ground to open up for me to crawl into. I knew Suzie was listening.

"Yes, Mistress." My face burned. My throats dry as I whispered the words.

"And you enjoy your status?"

"Yes, Mistress." So softly I had to repeat it.

"Good. And you enjoy your Master or Mistress taking responsibility for you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And do you have any responsibilities concerning yourself?"

"To make my Master or Mistress happy, Mistress."

"Yes, and part of that entails making sure that you can control yourself, your body, your responses, so that you do not embarrass or disappoint your Master or Mistress. If ordered to do something it is not appropriate to do it badly or protest that you do not wish to do it. You must do everything to the best of your ability and with the pleasure of others more important than yours regardless of what you are asked to do. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Well we have another matter to deal with just now. Suzie, please bring me the chair and glove."

Suzie quickly brought an upright chair and placed it next to me, then left the room. She came back, standing before the chair holding a black leather glove. She seemed even quieter than before, and stared at the floor.

"My skirt was creased this morning, wasn't it?" Suzie's eyes widened, flickered at me.

"Yes, Mistress." She had a soft American accent.

"Do you deserve to be punished?"

"Yes, Mistress." Seemingly looking determinedly away from me.

I felt my heart beating in my chest. I watched as she pulled up her skirt until it was around her waist. Her skin had a look of honey, her thighs sleek. She stood displaying her plain white knickers. Louise took a last drink of wine and then stood before sitting on the chair next to me. No words were exchanged. Suzie took her knickers and pulled them down. Her pubic hair was thin and neat above a neat little sex. Shuffling, with her knickers around her knees, she brought the glove to her Mistress and kissed it before handing it over. Louise put it onto her right hand. It looked tight, black, shiny. Suzie then draped herself over Louise's knees, her hair falling over her face, her buttocks pushed up and slightly separated. I could see the bulge of her smooth lips. I could see a small tattoo similar to mine. The skin was taut. Looking oiled. My breath was coming in short pants, my bra tight.

"Watch and learn." She moved me until she was satisfied that I could see everything. Her hand rested in the small of her back. Her other hand spread her thighs within the restraint of the knickers around her knees until there was a gap between the legs. Suddenly she began spanking the girl with her gloved hand. Three on one cheek. The slaps were loud in the room. Her flesh began to turn pinker. Then three on the other. This was then repeated.

I watched wide-eyed. My skin felt hot and tight. My sex throbbed. It was as if I was being spanked. I watched as the gloved hand delved between the thighs. Suzie lifted her hips and rocked as fingers entered her. When Louise took them away the smell of the girl's arousal was in the air. They left evidence of the girl's wetness around her slit. Again the spanking. Again the exploration. Again the spanking. I realised I was shaking. I wanted to touch myself. This time it was on the thighs. When she had spanked each thigh she moved to the buttocks again without exploring. The girl was sobbing softly now.

As suddenly as it had begun it stopped. Suzie was sent to the wall again, this time facing the wall, her knickers still around her knees, her skirt still high, her thighs and bottom glowing pink. Her thighs I noticed were damp. I stared at her flesh. I turned to find Louise looking at me. My face reflected colour of the flesh I was so loathe to look away from. I felt totally transparent in front of Louise.

"Aroused?" I didn't want to answer. I looked at the floor. Eventually I gave in to her as I knew I would.

"Yes. Yes, Mistress. I have never seen... It felt ......" I couldn't go on.

"Would you have like it to have been your bottom being smacked?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And would you have like to have spanked Suzie's bottom."

"I don't know.... Mistress." The idea strange.

We both ate a tasty salad that Suzie had prepared and Louise drank a glass of wine while Suzie served us. She was now dressed correctly. Her actions were so precise, so careful, so pleasing. The gusset of my knickers held me uncomfortably wet as I ate. I couldn't erase the picture of the spanking from my mind. Quivers of excitement ran through me every now and again. Even the oil on the salad reminded me of the wetness evident at the join of those reddened thighs. I was given water. The food was laid out like it was a work of art. The table organised and decorated to perfection. A single orchid stood in a simple glass vase in front of Louise. I helped Suzie with the dishes as Louise had another glass of wine. Neither of us spoke as we moved side by side at the sink, our Mistress watched. Our bodies touched occasionally

"Well, now we have Emma to attend to. Suzie take her back into the other room." I followed the silent Suzie. I stood in the middle of the floor and waited for Louise. She sat on a sofa with me before her. She had changed into a silk dressing gown. I noticed that the opening displayed a little of her thigh. Suzie was in attendance at the doorway.

"Undress." I guessed that this would come but it still shocked me when it did. It wasn't just undressing, it was being told to strip for her, to be examined. I looked around wildly. Just remembered to be silent.

"This is not a good start. I expect you to respond to instructions immediately. I do not expect to have to wait. It is irrelevant how you feel. You will submit. The purpose of you being here is my pleasure, your instruction and for your Master to feel proud of you. So far you are not capable of success in any of these areas!"

"I'm sorry Mistress." I felt tears sting my eyes. I wondered if she might spank me too. The thought not unpleasant. Was I trying to make her spank me? The thought stopped me. It made me wonder if I was usurping her dominance.

"You will be punished later for that." A shiver ran through me. Was it for not undressing immediately or for trying to get her to do something? I had never been punished by anyone other than Michael. Punished. "Now do you think that we could proceed to a situation were you might begin to grasp the basics or do I have to send you back immediately?"

"No Mistress. I'm really sorry Mistress." My chest felt tight. I wanted to please her, didn't want her angry. She was my Mistress.

"I'm sure you are. Now strip off."

I did as I was told. Had to place the clothes tidily beside my feet. Each time bending to place them. More and more naked. She watched, so did Suzie. I told myself that Louise had seen me naked before. It helped only a little. I had been given over to her. She was my Mistress. I didn't have to think, just obey. Realisation and acceptance washed over me. It felt right. Along with a quickening pulse at my sex. Suzie came and picked up the pile when I had completed my task. She took them away. Out of the room. I stood naked. I was being appraised. I felt like I was at auction. I didn't think I would ever get used to being naked for others. With Michael it was different in a way. Although embarrassed by it still I had at least stopped fighting it. I accepted it as naughty and let the strangely exciting feelings wash through me. No, not strange to me anymore. I knew myself to be excited. I knew just thinking about being like this had excited me. Acceptance. As she looked at my tattoos, my Master's brand on me.

"I am to be your Mistress for a few days. Are you sure you want that?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I could be more cruel than your Master. You know that don't you?"

"I don't know." A whisper. I shivered again. "Yes, Mistress." Suzie came back.

"You have a pleasing enough body. Smallish breasts that look bigger on your skinniness, nicely upturned and pert. Turn." I turned so that she could see my bottom. Having to accept being examined. "Good tight buttocks. A young bottom." She mused. I had to bend over for her. Totally embarrassing. In her control. Knowing I was aroused by it. Held my shins. Parted my legs. "Mmm. Nice legs. My, those lips demand to be seen, don't they?" I blushed deeper, then told to turn again, feeling dampness between my thighs. "Your mound is larger than I expected. You look good hairless. It suits your body, counterbalances the wantonness in you. Your cunt looks hungry. I can see why Michael likes you." I glowed at that. "If I touched you now you'd be wet, wouldn't you?" Blushing, I nodded. Proud, embarrassed, wanting to hide. To run away. Wanted her to touch me. Suzie was there, could see, could hear. I looked at the floor. I saw my chest and breasts displayed the mottling of arousal. "Slut." She said it like a caress.

"Yes."

"Mistress!"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Show me." I opened my legs. I wanted to cry. My thighs were wet. I pulled my sex apart. "You are so wet, sopping wet!" I knew so well.

"Yes. Mistress"

"Why?"

"I don't know! Mistress."

"I think you do." She laughed. "I think that underneath that innocent little exterior you know that you've found your role in life, haven't you, little slavey?" It was not really expected for me to answer. Not at all necessary. I looked at the floor ashamed and excited.

"What do you use to masturbate?" Oh God.

"My fingers, Mistress."

"A vibrator?"

"No, Mistress. Just my fingers."

"Why? Nothing? Ever?"

"I was too embarrassed to buy one. A friend's once. It was too hard for me."

"Did she watch?"

"Oh no. She didn't know I used it."

"Anything else?"

"A hairbrush handle a few times, but it wasn't really satisfying."

"Why not? Don't you like penetration?"

"Oh yes. With a man. But then it feels like it possesses me. With anything else it just filled me."

"But you like being filled by cock?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I was ushered near to her. She wanted to watch me finger myself. I felt myself shaking. She waited. I had to force myself. It was getting easier with my Master. This was humiliating again. A woman! And Suzie was still there! Stood with my legs apart. I had to learn control. I began tentatively. Told me that she could smell my cunt. So embarrassed. She told me that she expected a slut to do it properly. My cunt was so near to her. Less tentative now. My knees bent a little and opened outward. I was so wet. Stiff fingers circling around, pulling up the wetness. Slurping. So excited. Letting the wave take me quickly. Ready to come. Knew it was going to be a big one. Suddenly she slapped my hands away. Whimpered. I wanted to carry on. She slapped my hands away again. My hips thrust back and forth desperately. Gasping for breath. Begged her.

I stood before her shaking. Her beauty. Her composure. My need. A tingle of excitement ran up my vagina. My submission. I had given her my trust. Her fingers ran over my thighs. "You spoke again." Her voice gentle. The promise of punishment. Her hand up and down the trembling softness of my thigh. So near to my lips. I attempted to push down. Her hand slapped my thigh. Then her fingers softly fuelling my arousal again, slowly but perfectly. I attempted to refuse it but was unable. Her finger in the cleft of my buttocks. I feel her finger nail behind my cunt nearing my puckered opening. An orgasm built out of my control again. The nail scratched over my arse. Her finger making me pant and thrust. My hips rolled. On the edge, then it left me. My eyes and face desperately communicating.

"What do you want?"

"You know, Mistress. Finish me. Please."

"What do you want?" Her finger plays lightly over me.

"Mistress please let me come. Please Mistress."

"How?"

"Anyhow! With your fingers. Please Mistress." Desperately pushing, trying to make her rub me.

"But these are another woman's fingers. Michael tells me you think it's wrong."

"I know. I know. Please."

"You want a woman to bring you off?"

"Yes. Please. I'm sorry. Please."

"You are begging a woman to bring you to orgasm?"

"Oh God! Oh yes, Mistress." Oh God!

"Don't you think that's naughty? Don't you think it's wrong, with another woman?"

"Oh yes. I'm so bad. So wicked. I'm just a dirty slut. Please Mistress. I'll do anything."

"I know. I know you will." An edge in her voice. "But what I want you to do is to run that phrase around in your head all the time. That you'll do anything. Anything that you're told." Yes. Yes. I'd do anything. Anything. My body throbbed. She was my Mistress. I knew it deep inside myself. We both knew it. "Whenever you need to climax you will need to beg me. Beg me. You will know that your pleasure is determined by me."

"Yes Mistress. Yes. Mistress."

"Suzie, fasten her wrists behind her. We don't want the little tart's fingers wandering, do we?" That was good. I wanted it. Suzie took my hands behind my back. I felt padded leather cuffs around my wrists, being fastened. I tested them. Pleased that they wouldn't give. Pleased to feel myself placed so physically in her control.

"Come forward, kiss me."

I had to bend forward to her, over the arm of the sofa. My breasts hung for her, nipples ready to be clasped, buttocks thrust high as I used the arm for support. Bound. Lips touched lipstick. She made me do the work. Wanted to kiss her. Her lips so soft. Wanted her mouth. Gasping for breath. Not quite there. Open mouth possessed by her tongue. She took my mouth with hers.
Told to stand. Almost falling. She had a plastic ruler. My body shook.

"Do you deserve this? Do you deserve me using this." I deserved anything she wished. She would do what was necessary for me.

"Yes. Yes Mistress."

My breasts! Smacked my breasts with it! Tears ran from my eyes. Flexible plastic stinging my breasts. The pain heating. They were on fire. It excited her too. There was something deep and excruciatingly intimate about what I had to endure. Her face flushed. The heat suffused my tits and they felt so heavy. My nipples like heated stones. Hurting slaps of plastic. My skin so tight. Stinging. A blow hit me across my nipples, I cried out. I wanted to touch myself. Slowing when she thought I may climax again. Difficult breathing. Harder and harder. So hot. Hips swaying. Sobbing softly. Then she had stopped. Breasts on fire. Throbbing. Trembling. They pulsed more than I could have imagined. My orgasm a touch away.

Fingers fondled my hair as I sobbed. I almost came. Not allowed. She didn't stop. Made me want her. Very light caresses over my burning breasts, further down, but not at my fiery cunt. Begged her again. Begged her to bring me off. Begged her to tell me what to do. Hands still restrained. Breasts tingling. Naked for her. Cunt throbbing. Thighs sodden. Hers. Michael is my master. Louise, my Mistress.

I was sent to clean myself. I was sticky, smelt obscene. Mistress had insisted that I did not orgasm or even play with myself again. Suzie came with me and used the shower attachment to clean between my legs with cold water. Thankfully the water was not ice cold because of the weather, though the spray made me jump and tingle. Suzie gave me a perfunctory wipe and took me downstairs and unfastened my bonds before disappearing elsewhere.

The next three hours were tiring. She trained me in deportment. I wore my stilettos and collar only and walked and sat and climbed and descended the stairs and walked and walked back and forth. She showed me how I should sit, where I should place my hands. To look pleasing. To look desirable. I had to practice bending and offering myself, lowering myself to the floor and standing up again. She showed me the correct way to kneel before a Master or Mistress, how I had to hold my head and where my eyes were expected to be. All to her strictest standards. I had to do things correctly. Whenever I failed to do something exactly right I felt the sting of the ruler. I had to look pleasing at all times for my Master. And for her. I practised and practised until my muscles screamed for rest.

Eventually the lessons stopped. I stood, slightly out of breath. Louise had Suzie push a footrest into the middle of the floor. She too was told to undress. Undress totally. I looked ahead. I could see her out of the corner of my eye. She unfastened her skirt, stepped out of it, folded and placed it on the sofa. Her blouse followed. Then her underwear. She turned to face me.

Her nipples had rings through them! I choked back a gasp. Gold rings, like wedding rings. One through each erect nipple. I looked down.

"You need to learn about women. Look at her." Her pubic hair was thin but dark, her breasts smaller than mine. Her mouth held a shy smile. Her nipples had gold rings! She was small and beautiful. I felt jealousy for a moment. "Touch her breasts." I moved nearer. Both of us naked. I could feel her warmth. I was doing this with a woman. Felt as though I couldn't, shouldn't. My fingertips lightly played over her smooth dark skin, played over her breasts. They were different to mine, or Pia's.


"Play with the rings." I took one between my fingers. It felt warm. It rotated through her nipple. I could see it slipping through the nipple as I turned it gently. Suzie had closed her eyes. "Pull them." I couldn't. I had to. I pulled and watched wide eyed as her breasts were pulled into cones. I was terrified of hurting her, of ripping through the delicate flesh of her nipples. How did it feel to have them there? How had it felt to have had them pierced? I thought of rings through my own nipples.

She was made to lie on the footrest. On her back with her legs pushed apart off the end.

"Examine her sex. Look at it closed, look at it open. Part it with your fingers."

I did as I was told. Knelt down on the floor between her legs. Her mound thrust up. I could see the rings on her breasts along her body. This was a woman, alive, not an object. As if aware of my concerns Suzie lifted up and smiled shyly at me. I looked down. Her lips were slightly parted. Her sex looked quite small, neat, no hairs on the lips at all. I had never seen another woman's sex before. It was different to mine. There were dark edges on the lips and between a bright pink colour peeped out. I placed my thumb and finger on each side and pulled it open. I could smell her. It wasn't unpleasant to me I noted. Inside was a glowing pink, shiny, moist. Almost hypnotised I stared. The lips, the bump of the clit, the suggestion of her vagina. Louise watched me.

"Kiss her thighs. Not her cunt yet. Just her thighs. At the top. Imagine it is you."

I did. I kissed her thighs. The soft firmness. The warmth. I felt her squirm a little. Smelt her stronger now I was nearer. I let my lips roam over her smoothness. "Now just the lips." My breathing was short. I felt my breasts swing a little. Kneeling like a bitch on heat. I touched her lips with mine. Softly. Both sides. Top to bottom. Slowly. Tasted her juices.

"Open your mouth and take her all inside." She squirmed more as I felt her heat and the plumpness of her lips inside my mouth. "Now explore her with your tongue. Let her come." The voice soft in my ears.

I probed, prodded, lapped. I found the hard node of her clit. It was slightly claustrophobic between her thighs. I found her openings. I felt my saliva mixing with her liquids. She was tense against me. I wanted to give her an orgasm. I was drunk on the taste and smell. Her thighs lifted and opened wider. I wanted to give her pleasure. I was excited by it. My tongue caressed and demanded. I licked and sucked and kissed and prodded. I moved around her, not staying in one place too long. I knew she was getting excited by what I did, moving, thrusting slightly. I was too. The sudden thought amazing, but my amazement quickly lost in my concentration. I found that I could insert the tip of my tongue inside her. Her clit was hard. I sucked it inside my mouth. I felt the vibrations of her stifled cry. I sucked it in again and caught it gently between my teeth. She bucked around coming. I felt elated at her climax. Her movements made me hold on, just keeping my mouth in contact wasn't easy. My face was coated in the outpourings from her arousal. I lent back, my breathing erratic. She lay in front of me. Open, still shuddering, her knees held high.

I wanted to touch myself. Bring myself off. I stopped myself.

She knew. "No. You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Louise's amusement soft in my ears. She had moved to beside me. My face rested against Suzie's thigh, inches from her parted saliva drenched cunt. My face was covered it her, the smell strong. My eyes closed.

"You see it doesn't matter if its a woman, does it?" Her voice soft and understanding as her hand took my hanging breast. Played with it as though it belonged to her. She squeezed my nipples. I wanted it. "In fact it doesn't matter who it is, woman or man, even a complete stranger. You haven't even spoken to Suzie, but you've used your mouth on her most intimate parts." Her hand slowly slid down my spine. I was hot. Suzie moved slightly against my face. "As long as your Master or Mistress wants it, it doesn't matter. You don't have to worry about what you have to do, who it is with. All you have to do is to give pleasure when required. You'll be dominated and you'll be used. So, as you're both a slave and such a whore, you'll have the best of both worlds wont you?" Her words were spinning in my head. Her hand slid between my buttocks. My breathing was heavy. They lifted to her touch. "See what I mean? What shall I do? Shall I slap your thrusting bottom? Or shall I finger you?" She mused. "Whatever, when I tell you to come you will."

"Yes, Mistress." I felt dreamy. I felt content within her dominance.

She told me to lie on top of Suzie. I did. Her soft body under me. I felt her rings against my breasts. She was pushing against me. Her wet cunt was pushing up against mine. Her thighs grasped mine. I was naked on top of a girl. It was like making love. I felt panic rise in me.

Louise's fingers were suddenly at my cunt. Oh God yes! Her fingers in my cunt and in Suzie's cunt. Her thumb entered me her fingers went into Suzie. She fucked us both. Fucked us both with one hand. Suzie was kissing me. Or was I kissing her? Our mouths frantically fed off each other. Our mouths were open. Wild like lovers. Bodies pushing, rubbing against each other's. Louise's hand worked us. It was like a hothouse. I could not think. All that existed was the body underneath me, the thumb fucking me, the squeezing of my clit against another girls sex. It didn't matter anymore.

She whispered. "Not just yet slavey." My vagina was palpitating uncontrollably. Almost out of all control. Desperate. I forced myself to do as I was told. "Now. Come" into my ear, Suzie's ear. My body obeyed. It wasn't a conscious decision. Felt my body relax and then accept the explosion. Only vaguely aware of Suzie doing the same, not certain which grunts or screams were mine, which were hers. Our bodies thrashing together. Only our cunts clamped together by Louise's hand. I shook, convulsed, and screamed, as did Suzie under me. I had been commanded to come. The orgasm exploded and exploded. Vicious explosions of pleasure rent me.

When I next was able to take in anything outside my body I was laying on the floor. Suzie was standing in Louise's arms. They were kissing. Suzie, naked, was thrusting against our clothed Mistress as she held her. I felt alone.

"Come to me." I almost fell as I tried to stand. I went to her. Suzie stood aside. "What do you say?"

"Thank you, Mistress. Oh, thank you."

"For what?"

"For allowing me to come, Mistress."

"And Suzie?"

"Thank you, Suzie."

"For what?"

"Sorry Mistress. Thank you Suzie... for letting me... for letting me...use my mouth on you." I finally got it out.

Without being allowed to wash, I was put naked onto my bed. Naked except my collar. Suzie fastened a blindfold around my head; my wrists and ankles were attached to the corners of the bed. They leather cuffs were secure around my limbs, but their attachments allowed me some movement. My hands could move down to the sides of my head, my legs could move but not close. The smell of Suzie's liquids clung to my face and spread over my thighs.

After I had tested my ties Louise kissed my mouth again. Her perfume giving her away. Her mouth played with mine for a long, long time. While I was spread out, naked, bound and blind. My mouth eagerly accepted her tongue, my lips became liquid. I strained up to her mouth as it devoured me. Wanting to be devoured. Wanting to feel her next to me. She fed a finger into my mouth. Hungrily I suckled on it. She pushed it in and out, finger fucking my mouth. I was past shame.

Eventually she sat next to me and ran her hand over my thighs again, over my captive body. I knew I was drawn apart for her to see, knew I was wet again. I pushed up as far as I could. My bruised breasts ached. Her hands teased. Her hands never touched my nipples or clit. Even though I needed them to. Aroused and aroused me. Pushing me further, so slowly, pushing me with such resolve. She kissed me again. Her fingers trailed deliberately over my lips and mound, so lightly it could have been imagination, but my body bucked up from the bed. My orgasm so near. She left me there, a sheet pulled quickly over me.

I lay awake thinking of Master. I had to do well. Do as I was told. I didn't want to shame him. Make him appear less because I was less. I wanted him badly. I slept badly, not used to sleeping in bondage. Each time I woke my dreams were of dirty, disgusting things being done to me. I lay in my dark thinking, remembering. I had tried to force myself to believe she had forced me, but I couldn't. I knew. I was wicked. I remembered everything. Stripping. Masturbating. My beating. My mouth on Suzie. Her fingers. My bondage. My body ached, throbbed, always needing. Disgustingly wanting fingers on me, my mouth on someone. Slut! Slut!

The sheet had slid from me, leaving me uncovered. Suzie, dressed as when I had first met her, unfastened the blindfold and lightly kissed me. Shyly, furtively. We both knew of the previous evening. She unfastened me and thankfully allowed me to stretch away the stiffness. The early sun shone into the room.

I was led to the bathroom where she watched over me as I went to the toilet. I felt totally embarrassed as she waited until I had completed both functions and then wiped me. Ridiculous after the evening before, I told myself, but it didn't help. Still blushing I brushed my teeth and had a bath. Not allowed to touch my breasts or sex, I washed everywhere else in the perfumed water. Suzie washed my breasts quickly, made me kneel so that she could wash me out below. Her small fingers cleaned me quickly. I was allowed to dry myself.

My collar and straps were replaced and I was given high-heeled shoes. My hands were fastened behind me. Breasts thrusting. It was exciting to feel a prisoner. I was taken downstairs. Mistress was in the kitchen. She wore black trousers and a thin blouse that allowed me to see the patterns of her bra as her breasts were held. She sat at the table with coffee and appraised my nakedness. I hoped that she liked what she saw. Eventually I was called over to her. Suzie was told to fasten a bar to my ankles straps, it meant I couldn't close my legs or walk properly. My legs weren't too far apart, about the width of my hips, a little wider perhaps.

She took a red pencil from the table. It was brand new. I could see it shining. It hadn't even been sharpened. Gave it to Suzie, who, kneeling between my legs, pushed it deep inside my vagina. I was shocked. The morning was bizarre, the events so totally unexpected.

"When Suzie lets go of the pencil you will hold it within you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Alright Suzie, let go."

At first by attempting to squeeze my muscles tight around the thin shaft I held it in place. Soon, however, my inner muscles grew tired. Without a constantly firm grip the pencil slid down. My vagina was also producing lubricants, which did not help. I felt it slip further and further. It fell into Suzie's waiting hand. Alarmed I looked at Mistress.

"Did I not tell you to keep it within you?"

"I'm sorry Mistress! I couldn't help it Mistress."

"Of course you could!" I wanted to cry. "You will do as you are told. Suzie, again." The pencil shaft was pushed up me again. "Obviously you need to practice. Your cunt is flabby inside." The second time was even harder. I was more lubricated. My muscles were tired. It slid out. It slid from me progressively quicker each time it was inserted. Tears ran down my cheeks in frustration. The spreader bar was removed and my hands untied. I was spared further failure. My inner muscles were almost cramping.

No rest. Exercises. Stretching legs and back. Bending, stretches, splits, crabbing. The latter the worst. So humiliating pushing up. Pushing up my tits and open cunt. So vulnerable. Louise knew. Knew my secret. Wet at the exhibition of myself. Muscles shaking.

Suzie gave me eggs to eat and then I had had to practice moving again. This time with clothes. Sitting. Standing. Kneeling. Walking. Removing some, removing all, dressing. Told never to cross my legs, how to offer myself, how to be available. To others. Told never to hide my marks, to show my ring when in public, always have my left hand on top if they were crossed. Told how it should be done with a variety of tops, skirts and dresses. With underwear, without. So much to take in. Had to answer her questions or show her to show I remembered.

Then without clothes. Just the stilettos at times. But first I had to present myself on knees and elbows facing away from Mistress. Suzie came over and knelt by me. Her fingers went immediately to my bottom! She had a lubricant, which she used all around and pressed within. Something cool was then pressed against my bottom! I was told to relax. Maybe it was a dildo or a vibrator. I daren't ask. Suzie forced it inside me. It hurt, it was big, I didn't think it would go. I was making soft whimpering noises by the time it slipped suddenly into place. It felt odd, filling me, stretching me. Part of it was obviously still outside me. My anal ring caught tight in a ridge. I felt hair against my thighs. Was it Mistress? Suzie was kneeling where I could see. She told Suzie to fetch a mirror. Her voice was from the sofa! I could still feel the hair teasing my thighs. Someone other than Master! Someone else seeing this new indignity! She told me to stand. Still with whatever was pushed into my bottom! The hair strangely still there. Behind me. Wanting to turn. I stole a glance as I stood. No one!

Suzie brought a large mirror. I was so shocked! There was a black plug in my bottom stretching me wide, but that wasn't the worst. From the plug a black horse's tail sprouted! I couldn't believe it.

Mistress began laughing. I felt so humiliated.

"Mistress... please."

"Be quiet! Control! Your face is a picture!" She regained her composure. "You'll wear the tail while you practice. The plug will stretch you to make you easier to access. Master will wish to use you there at times. And the tail... well it looks so good on you. It'll help you remember to sway your hips gracefully."

I was made to walk across the room. The tail swished behind me. I tried to keep it still but was immediately rebuked for incorrectly walking. It swung behind, from side to side with each step. I couldn't forget it. Nor could I forget the plug stretching my bottom wide. Stinging. Opened.

I began my exercises again. Standing, walking, always with head high, eyes lowered. Up and down stairs, bending with knees bent, bending with knees straight, kneeling, crawling. How to present myself, standing, kneeling, always with my thighs a little apart at least, to allow access, visual or manual. Practising time after time under her severe eye. The tail swishing incessantly. Sometimes the hairs stuck to my wetness. The invasion in my bottom moved as I walked. I was never able to forget it. Every one of my muscles ached, more than I realised I possessed.

Lunch was a salad. I knelt at the table, the tail of the plug still proud in my bottom so I was given a stool to sit on. Astride, legs open, tail over the back. Exhausted.

After, Suzie took me upstairs. She ran a bath and I had to kneel on the floor and she took off the tail part, and then pulled the plug out. I wanted to cry. My bottom felt open and wide as I still knelt whilst Suzie washed the plug. Eventually I was allowed to rest in the hot water for a while then Suzie gave me a wash where I wasn't allowed.

She whispered to me. "You have a beautiful body and you look so sexy. I hope we'll be allowed again." It surprised me. Her fingers lingered on my breasts. I turned and kissed her.

"I hope so too, but you are more beautiful and sexy than I am." She laughed at my comment depreciatingly.

"I wish... but we have to hurry. I have to put on your make-up."

After she had replaced my collar she brushed my hair. I had to sit for her. Bottom stinging still. She lightly made up my face then took out a small jar and brush.

"This is a stain. It will last regardless of what you have to do and will still make your lips look good even after any lipstick has disappeared." She painted my lips with three coats, allowing each to dry. Then my nipples! These only needed one coat apparently. Then I had to sit wide apart and she painted my labia too! Another three coats. After each dried she had to wipe my juices. The brush tickled. We laughed together. Then I had to go onto the bed and spread my cheeks whilst I knelt. She painted my behind too, around the stretched rim of my bottom! Whilst it dried she kissed my proffered cheeks. Her hand cupped my puffy lips.
"You're wet."

"Yes. Will you... would you like to play with me?"

" We cant. Not now. Don't tell Mistress. I'd like to."

"No."

"Where is her husband?"

"Away for the week. On business. Shush now."

She showed me what I looked like. I was a little aroused. It made me look ready to orgasm. I was amazed. My sexuality was so advertised now. My mouth and sex lips red, my nipples pink, they all stood out against the paleness of my body.

Downstairs Louise examined me.

"A man will be arriving shortly." I could feel tension tighten my body. Who was he? "You will let him in. Dressed as you are in your shoes." She smiled at her own joke. "That will excite you won't it?" I looked at the floor. "When he arrives you will show him in here and stay with us. Until then stand in the corner and no doubt get wet at the prospect." What was he doing here? I would have to answer the door naked. He would see me. I stood shaking in the corner of the room. Surely she wouldn't make me fuck him? Why else could he be coming, or was I just being used for ornamentation?

Dreaded and desired the doorbell to ring. Eventually it did. I went to answer it. Wiped my thighs in the hall. I felt ridiculous, totally ashamed and horny showing myself off like this. I had to open the door and greet him! It took all my courage not to hide myself. I couldn't talk. Breathing all over the place. The man was probably about five years older than me. I was naked! Completely. Exposed. He took in my nudity and grinned which made me blush and not look up from the floor again. I felt his eyes on my bottom as I led the way to the lounge. Suzie was already there with two cups of tea, but she was sent away. I could tell that she wanted to stay. Secretly appraised the man. Not my type.

"Hello Andrew."

"Hello Mistress Louise." Mistress? I had the feeling that Mistress was amused. I had to kneel before them as I had been taught. Taking tea. Afternoon tea. Knees apart on the carpet. Hands open on my thighs. So exposed. Lips unfurling. Wanted to run away. Nipples hard. Eyes down. So vulnerable before a stranger. They chatted about the most inconsequential things as they sipped the tea. No idea what was happening. Except that I was naked, exhibiting myself to them. On show. My mind wandered. What was Master doing now? It was so long since he'd been inside me. I was doing as Master wanted. This man? Why was he here? Was I to be fucked? I was shaking slightly. What would I have to do?

"Alright. Let's get started. Undress." Undress? I was undressed! Andrew stood up whilst I was still assessing what to do. He was undressing! Him not me! Why was he undressing. He wasn't hard. He folded his clothes and stood with his dick semi flaccid. I wasn't arousing enough! I felt stricken. He smelt of soap. He'd even taken off his shoes and socks. My nakedness insufficient to arouse him. I realised that I felt hurt. Not feeling good enough.

He leant against the arm of the sofa. Louise sat beside him. Told to move until I was between his spread legs.

"I want to see how you pleasure a man. You will do exactly as I say. Not that it matters, slut, but do you enjoy using your mouth on a man?"

"Yes Mistress." My friends had all told me dreadful it was. I believed them, gone along with them. Master had changed that. Right from the beginning I enjoyed his cock in me wherever. I loved the feel of him filling my mouth. Feeling controlled then. Feeling pleasure at his pleasure. The smell of man in my nostrils, the velvet covered iron of his flesh. Loved kissing it, showing my love. It was an embodiment of his control over me. I loved the taste of him lingering in my mouth afterwards.

This was a strange cock. Circumcised. Not Master's. Smelt different, smelt of a different soap too. About the same length but a little thinner. But I was doing his bidding. There was no denying the feeling that was spreading between my thighs.

Initially I was told how to use my fingers and hands. Louise watched every movement. Told to remember, learn. Squeeze the warm flesh between my fingers, pump it in my fist, run my fingers along his length, over his balls, very occasionally pulling my nail over his knob, touching his anus. I was rewarded. He became hard. I could feel him throbbing in my hand. It made me feel better.

Then my mouth. Just my mouth without help from my hands. Held them behind my back. Kissing and licking, shaft, balls, knob. Nibbling. At the front of my mouth, deep with. Quickly bobbing up and down his shaft, slowly working over it. I was allowed to use my hands on him again. On the shaft, on his balls and thighs. I felt the flesh twitch and throb but nothing I did appeared to make him near his climax. Louise had me take my hands away again and had him push deep into my mouth, then deeper. I felt panic. My hands came away from their position as a gagging sensation filled me. Afraid of being sick I had to pull back.

"You may come Andrew."

"Thank you Mistress." I watched as semen jetted from him. It hit my face and throat. He was aiming it. Again spurts. Slithered down my face. Some in my hair. In my eye. It stung! Stung like hell. Shutting my eyes and trying to still my hands. Blinking it clear. Tears rolling from my eye. By the time I recovered Andrew was already dressed. I heard Mistress tell him to come again at the same time. I realised that was no pun. Still naked and covered in his semen I let him out.

"You'll get better." I was standing in front of her on my return. "Practice. Practice. Practice. Go and bring the pencil."

I scuttled out and brought back the dreaded pencil. She inserted it deep inside.

"I'm too wet Mistress."

"Don't you ever speak like that again! You will only answer questions. You'll be punished later. Now spread."

The pencil slid out of my reddened lips too easily. I was wet. I had to really clench on it to stop it coming out too quickly. Louise wasn't impressed. She slapped the inside of my thighs. Again, over and over. My muscles screamed. I was made to stand in the corner in the kitchen.

After what felt like a long time she told me she was going to slap my thighs and buttocks. This was not punishment. She would do it simply because she desired to, but secretly I knew I deserved it. I had to ask her to spank me. I leant over the kitchen table, my breasts on the cool wood, I pushed up my bottom for her, spread my thighs for her. She wore leather gloves and I sobbed for her. Cried tears for her. She drew it out a long time. Slapping me gradually harder and harder with caresses in between. Caresses on my flesh, not my sex. The pain and the need that she wanted me to feel grew and grew. It was like a hard ball of fire. My skin must have glowed.

When she stopped I had to stay where I was as the heat gradually lessened. She sat beside me reading a newspaper. As she read her fingers explored my thighs and found my hot cunt at times. She had taken the glove off. She continued to read the newspaper whilst she fingered me!

"Knowing you to be a hot little bitch I suppose you want to come?"

"Oh yes Mistress! Please Mistress. Oh Yes!"

"Well hurry up then, we haven't got all day."

"Oh thank you Mistress. Thank you." So unexpected. Desperately I rubbed myself up and down her fingers as they clawed into me, against her hand. I didn't want her to change her mind. It didn't take long. My juices spurted as usual as I bucked.

"My God, girl! My hand is saturated!"

"I'm sorry Mistress. I'll lick it Mistress."

She looked at me for a while. My body still skewered on her fingers. Then softly, "Yes, you will. You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"Oh yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress." Her eyes bored into me. She sent for Suzie.

"Would you like this slut to bring you off. I can tell you like her." Suzie's eyes went wide. "It's alright, I don't mind. I find it amusing. I'd like to see you come for me on her fingers. Just remember who you're coming for."

"Yes. Please Mistress. I'll come for you Mistress."

My thighs were soaking from Mistress's fingers and I smelt of sex. I rolled up Suzie's skirt and pulled off her white knickers. She had to sit on the edge of the table and spread her legs whilst I knelt between them. Her cunt lips were fat. Once Mistress was happy with our positions I was told to begin. I rubbed over her clit and then wet my fingers inside her before doing it again. Fucking her with my fingers and then over her clit, just as I liked it. I could tell that she liked it too. I wanted to kiss her sex again but hadn't been told to do that.

"You have one minute. You'll come then. If you don't you'll be punished."

I knew she was hot but I didn't think she would be able to come so quickly.

"Forty five seconds." I redoubled my efforts. "Thirty seconds." Oh God. I couldn't do it for her. "Fifteen seconds." Suddenly I felt Suzie become wetter, her vagina twitched. "Come now!" She did. Bucking a little against my hand, sighing softly above me.

"You liked that didn't you Suzie? Having Emma touch you for me. Just make sure you don't have it happen unless I allow it. No private little sessions. I know you two hot little sluts."

"No Mistress." We both chorused. Suzie was told to dress correctly again and Mistress laughed as we were sent away to prepare dinner. I was made to wear the tail again in my bottom. It didn't sting as much this time.

The days continued with much the same. I felt I was getting a little better with all my tests. Even the pencil. I missed Master. I knew he was right about me and other women. It didn't matter as long as I was told, ordered. I was a slut. Even Andrew began to exchange bashful smiles with me as I let him in and out.

One day I was told to dress in a summer frock, high heels and clean knickers. We were going out in the car. It was strange both being dressed and going out. I sat still as we drove watching Mistress surreptitiously out of the corner of my eye. She looked really attractive.

We got out of the car and walked to a little lingerie shop. I thought it was closed but the door opened for Mistress. Inside we were shown another door by a middle-aged woman and ascended the staircase. I walked behind Mistress, concentrating hard on keeping upright in my heels but secretly half watching the sway of Mistress's hips and the curve of her legs. At the summit of the stairs there was a large room, much larger than downstairs with areas divided up and full of merchandise. It was cool inside. There was air conditioning.

A young woman, dressed in an extremely short black skirt with fishnet tights and a white semi transparent top, approached and welcomed Mistress.

"Good afternoon, Madam. May I help?"

"Good afternoon. Yes you may." I tried to stand correctly but saw Mistress's eyes quickly appraising the young woman. Then turning to me, "Go over to the changing area and undress so that you are ready. Keep your shoes on." I had to undress here? Dress and knickers? I looked around. There didn't seem to be any changing rooms. The young woman pointed. There was only an open alcove with hangers on a rack and a bench seat. I walked over to it. There was no curtain! I looked again in case I had missed it, nothing! There were other clothes neatly hung. Oh God there were others here. Guiltily I knew I was excited. Mistress and the young woman were talking, taking no notice of me; I swallowed and began to undress.

When naked I had to force myself not to cover myself, stand with my legs slightly apart. The cool air had made my nipples very hard and made my aureoles crinkle. Even so, I felt hot. I stood waiting excitedly. Eventually I was called over. I was conspicuously naked and standing in an open area. The assistant would look at me; others might see me like this. I felt nervously skittish. Louise was instructing the assistant to measure me for the records and to find a black leather corset, a black waist belt and attachments for both in my size. I watched shocked as I saw Mistress's hand rise and cup the assistant's breast. She leaned over and kissed her, the memory of her doing exactly the same to me suddenly strong in my mind. I was jealous. The kiss ended but Mistress continued to manipulate her breast. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Only after a gasp had come from the assistant did Mistress stop.

"Go and organise a black coffee for me, I'll be over in a moment, then you can start with this slut." The assistant bounced away on her long legs, smiling, her heels drumming on the floor." You'll do as required, little slavey, you'll do as you are told and act in no way to bring embarrassment on me. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress." Her mouth opened mine as she suddenly took my mouth with hers. "You'd better be good. They have whips here." Said like a caress, it was almost as if she was thinking it would be pleasant to whip me. I trembled as I watched her disappear around a corner.

It was only a moment but I was standing alone and openly naked. It was scary and exciting. The assistant came back. Her manner was not in any way the same as it had been with Mistress. She was in charge. She was wearing the clothes. I was made to know in no uncertain terms what position I held. Her nipples protruded obviously. I followed meekly as I walked naked behind her.

Standing me by a desk, she began to measure me. The tape cold around my back and breasts. After writing the measurement down she turned back and stared at them again. She slapped one breast gently, watching its movements, then the other. She did it again. Then she measured my waist and hips as though I was a piece of furniture.

I thought it was over, but I was mistaken. My wrists and ankles were measured, all kinds of distances and circumferences which I could see little use for. She took a nipple in each hand and squeezed them rhythmically until I was pushing out to her and they were as hard as she could get them. Then she produced a little hand held device to measure their width and height. The only times that she caught my eye she raised her eyebrows in a condescending way. She slapped my thighs apart and knelt to measure the inside of my legs. Each time I could feel her fingers against my lips. The last time she must have caught her hand against my opening. She lifted her hand up to my face. I could see the shiny juices spread on the back of her hand. I blushed scarlet. She pressed it to my mouth to lick clean, and then she wiped her hand over my stomach.

"New aren't you?" I nodded, keeping my eyes lowered. I was acutely embarrassed by my lack of clothing in front of her. It gave her power over me. It was a power that I hadn't had a say in, even though I still secretly knew it to be exciting. Then it struck me that Louise was physically making me realise the situation I was now in. It was a situation where she expected me to understand the small detail fully now. The small print in my slave contract!

"You call me 'Miss'."

"Yes Miss."

She moved behind me. A hand caressed my buttocks. "You've not been caned. I like them caned. I like the feel of the hard raised wheals across the softness." She felt me tense. "Yes, that's nice." She moved in front of me again and lent against desk. Drawing up her short skirt she presented me with the sight of her sex through her tights. She wore no knickers, just the fishnet tights. I could see the hair flattened, the hint of her lips. I was made to kneel and lightly kiss her there. She didn't want me to pleasure her; it just allowed me to know my station. It was all I needed to stop any rebellious feelings.

I followed her as she led me to whatever she wanted to look at. Another assistant was with a redheaded woman looking at some items of clothing on a hanger across the room in another alcove. She had a naked girl with her! Naked like me. With a collar. Like me. Tall and blonde, though I thought surprisingly plain of face. I felt myself shaking. There was nowhere to hide. I wanted to be childlike and think that if I didn't see them they wouldn't be able to see me.

An arm took mine and turned me towards the racks. The perfume of leather almost overpowering. They were full of corsets. She chose a black one and made me stand holding onto a shelf above my head. Passing it in front of me she then began fastening it at the back. She pulled it tight and began threading the straps. It became tighter and tighter. I squirmed. I could hardly breathe. My ribs were compressed, as was my waist. There was pressure inside me pushing both up and down.

"It's supposed to be tight, that's the idea. It's supposed to compress the waist, raise the bottom, flatten the stomach, lift the breasts and round the hips. Your Mistress wants you to look good, now stop moving."

Eventually it was completed. As my arms came down I felt faint. I had to take small quick breaths, the boned waist pressing in my ribs. I was so aware of my body. My breasts and red nipples were thrust up high by the pressure and by a small leather support under my breasts. My hips flared and my mound felt heavy and full. I wanted to wee with the pressure.

The redheaded Mistress suddenly appeared and came towards me with her blonde. She looked me over as I blushed, then pulled me towards her a little and slipped her hand between my thighs. A stranger! A Mistress! Her fingers opened me. What was happening to me? I felt so light headed. Her fingers worked me. The assistant was holding my arms behind me. My knees were opened for ease of entry into me. Something else against me. Something round. Pushing into me. Wiping against my open wet cunt. Then taken away.

The other assistant took something from the woman. The blonde was made to suck the woman's fingers. Sucked my juices! Then the assistant fastened something around the blonde girls mouth. It was like a ball with a hole in it, fastened inside her open mouth. With my juices on it! The blonde caught my eye for a second then looked down again. She could taste me! She was gagged and would taste me! As suddenly as they had appeared they left.

The assistant pulled me on. "What a slut! What a disgustingly little bitch you are!"

"Yes Miss." I was so hot! "Please. Please. Make me come!" I whispered.

"No. Suffer! I might report you to your Mistress!"

She walked me over to an area at the side with comfortable chairs around a table. I was shown to Mistress who was sitting drinking coffee in a plush area. My corset shown to her with me inside it. It was accepted and I was led off again. The assistant didn't tell on me.

The assistant took off my corset. I gasped for breath. A wide belt was fastened around me. It felt almost as tight. My hands were taken behind me and fastened to the back of the belt. The assistant squeezed my nipples, arousing me again, then laughed at my need and stopped. Again I was shown to Mistress. She was sitting talking to the other Mistress! I was taken away again. The assistant collected stockings to go with the corset and belt and packed the items for Mistress.

Back with Mistress. Naked still, as was the blonde standing there with the ball gag still in her mouth. It made her look as if she was sucking cock I thought idly.

Suddenly I heard Mistress tell me to kneel, between the woman's legs. The woman had stood up. She wanted to make use of me! Mistress would watch!

I knelt in front of the Mistress. I crossed my arms behind me as I was told, pushing out my breasts towards her. She slowly unfastened her skirt. Stepped out of it. Threw it behind her. She wore green knickers. Standing with her feet on each side of my thighs, her crutch almost at my face. I could see neat pubic hair behind the thin material. I realised I had been holding my breath then I slowly let it out. She stood inches from my face without moving. It seemed like hours. My vision only green silk. I could smell her femininity. People were watching!
Finally I gave in to it, I let my face move forward. Not long ago I would never have believed I could do this. Even days ago I tended to think it wrong. Now I wanted so much to please her. She was lithe. Could smell her sex. It frightened me a little, this lust of mine. My head, my mouth between at the join of her thighs. Kissing the material, her thighs. I could feel her muscles under my mouth, her knickers wetter with my saliva as I began to kiss her more strongly. I pulled the knickers down her legs with my teeth. Back at the apex of her thighs I saw her sex, my mouth opened and I licked her lovingly. God, I was disgusting, it was so good. Her taste and smell filling my nose and mouth. Knew what to do. I had to pleasure her. That was my role and I was relishing it. The taste of a woman. My tongue inside her cunt. Back and forth. Sucked her clit, licked it. Felt the tension in her body. She came. It was as if it was me. Juices and spasms. More in control than I could ever be. My face covered in her.

Mistress told me she was pleased with me on the drive back. I glowed. At the house I was made to practice with the leather corset and belt. That was really hard. Soon it was time to suck Andrew's cock again. My tail shook about and the days went on.

On Friday afternoon I was tied to the bed again. I lay there occasionally hearing sounds but left alone. Suzie brought me something to eat later.

"What's going on?"

"Master Robert is back. He's not to see you"

"Doesn't he know I'm here?"

"Oh yes. Of course. Mistress is keeping you for later."

After eating a light meal I was told to shower and put on clothes and makeup. They were laid out for me. Suzie took me downstairs. In the hallway Louise took me in her arms and kissed me, her tongue snaking into my upturned mouth. I felt faint, as if wearing the corset. As I thought about the taste of her lipstick she took me into the lounge.

On a chair was a naked man! He was strapped down so that he couldn't move! His erection was standing up rather proudly. He was gagged! His eyes bulged. He had a hairy chest and wasn't much smaller than Master. His erect cock looked darker. Idly I thought how different women's

As we walked down the hotel hallway, my wife nervously clutched my hand. I glanced over at her and could tell she was very apprehensive with what was about to take place. She looked exquisite in her short black dress trimmed in lace. She wore a strand of pearls around her neck that hung perfectly into her cleavage. I had picked her outfit when we had agreed to this little arrangement. I couldn’t believe the night was finally here. I had hardly been able to work all week knowing what lay in store. It was a mixed emotion of jealousy, excitement and extreme lust.

Nicky and I have been married 12 years and have three kids. We have always enjoyed a good sex life, but it has definitely never been what you would call too wild and kinky. I am the only man that she has ever been with even though she had had some close boyfriends. She had been raised in a religious background and had therefore never really experimented sexually. The first few nights after we had been married had been very awkward due to her inexperience. She didn’t want me to see her naked and just lay there almost motionless as she experienced intercourse for the first time. I have had some luck trying to coax her into trying new things but it has usually ended in a fight. I will suggest some new technique and she will look at me as if I’m crazy and perverted. Finally she will give in, but act as if this is the stupidest thing she has ever done. By this time the moment has passed and I have lost the passion for whatever I had hoped would increase our sexual satisfaction. Don’t get me wrong, she means well but the problem really boils down to not wanting to give into “lust” and not knowing how to act to turn a man on.

This brings us to our current situation. After years of trial and error, mostly error, in the sexual experimentation arena, I started talking to a fellow on the Internet that had had the same difficulties with his wife as well. The more we talked, the more I realized I was not alone. He finally told me what he had done to change it all. He had been introduced to a man who specialized in bringing out wives inhibitions. He had at one time been a sexual counselor but had been constantly questioned on his “unusual” techniques so he had left the field. He now worked with men such as myself who found sex with their wives less then expected.

After tons of questions, and finding myself satisfied with my friend’s results, I contacted this man. He turned out to be very pleasant over the phone and so I agreed to meet with him at a local hotel lounge. I felt like some sort of private eye as I walked into the lounge late on a Saturday night, went to the bar and ordered a drink and quickly drank it down to calm my nerves. While waiting for my second drink, I spotted him in the corner. He wasn’t real handsome like I had expected for some reason. He looked as if he were in his 50’s, slightly over weight, and dressed very plain.

I walked over to his table and introduced myself. To make a long story short, he asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. Most husbands can’t take watching what he would do, but explained that if I did, I would have the wife that I had always dreamed of. I would be able to watch but only participate when asked. If I interfered, the night would be over, he would pack his bags, and he would never see us again. I numbly shook my head in the positive as I realized how excited I had become listening to some of the things my wife would experience. We agreed on a date and a hotel. I was to pay for the room and leave a key at the desk for him to arrive early and prepare.

I went home that night extremely excited for the prospect of a new sex life but worried as to how to convince Nicky to feel the same way I did. My ace in the hole was knowing that we were very much in love but in agreement that the sex was not what it could be.

The next night, after a routine night of passion, I put my ideas to work. I asked if she thought the sex was as good as it could be. She immediately put on her “We’re not going to have this conversation again” face and asked me what I expected. I told her that I was tired of always doing the pushing and having her reluctantly agree. She was not creative at all in the marital bed and so it was always up to me and she knew this. I then told her about a friend of mine who had gone to see a counselor with his wife. They had done what this counselor had asked and they were no longer having problems the way we were. She immediately agreed but I went on, knowing that she didn’t have a grasp of the whole story yet. I told her he was not your run of the mill counselor. We would meet in a hotel room. There would be some counseling but mostly training. He would show her how to enjoy sex more by demonstration. I told her I had already paid a lot of money to him to acquire his services and it was non refundable. I could tell she was quite confused but I reminded her that if we were to truly be happy, she would do this for me.

I told her that she had always said she didn’t know what I wanted and was always frustrated trying to figure out how to please me. This would be the solution. I reminded her again that I really wanted this and to trust me. She hesitantly agreed but wanted all the details. I just told her that she was to do as Rod asked and not question any of it. I had agreed to everything he said and would be right there for her. I knew that she was naive enough not to truly grasp what was in store for her, but she agreed. I told her we were on for next week. I would buy her some new cloths and some sexy lingerie. This brought another inquisitive look but I just told her to trust me. If we were going to put this frustration behind us, we needed to take major steps.

Friday night finally arrived. Earlier that day I had paid for the room and left a key at the front desk for Rod. I rushed home with a bag full of clothes. The type of which Nicky had never worn before. I walked into the house and found the kids at my mother-in-law’s house as we had decided. I felt a little relief knowing that Nicky was going along with the plan so far. I found her upstairs just getting out of the shower. I laid the bags on the bed and told he it was time. She looked very nervous and asked me if we were actually going to do this. I reminded he how important it was to me. She smiled and looked in the bags. Once again she looked at me like I was a pervert but now it was different. I wasn’t going to feel stupid because I knew what was waiting.

The outfit consisted of black hose and garters, black panties and pushup bra, a short black mini, 3 inch pumps and a strand of pearls. When she walked out of the room I couldn’t believe my eyes. Never before had I seen my wife look so sexy. This was working out already. She looked at me and could tell from my expression that I was impressed.

“You really think this looks good?” she asked.

I could honestly say she never looked better. I felt like throwing her on the couch and doing her right there, but thought better of it. We hadn’t had sex in some time and I wanted her to be able to be good and aroused. She gets very excited after we haven’t done it for a while. We hopped in the car and headed off. The whole time she kept trying to pull her dress down to cover the tops of her stockings. She thought it looked ridiculous but I was in heaven.

We had a valet park the car and headed towards the elevators. We arrived on the 32nd floor and headed down the hall. This is where she took my hand and gave it a tight squeeze out of nervousness and anticipation. We arrived at room 3209 and slowly slid the key card into the slot. The lights were dim but I could make out some sort of leather table in the middle of the room. Nicky saw it and squeezed my hand even tighter. I didn’t see Rod but noticed a note on the bed with a rose on it. I handed the rose to Nicky and read the note.

It said to place the blindfold on Nicky and for her to stand in the middle of the room with her arms at her sides. I was to have a seat in the large chair in the corner and enjoy the show. Rod would join us shortly. As I tied the blindfold on Nicky, she gave me a nervous smile and I reminded her to do everything she was asked. She just shook her head in approval as I tied the blindfold to her lovely head of long blond hair. The note also said that there would be a video made to insure that this was all consensual, at least on my part. I stepped back and looked at my innocent wife standing there blindfolded and felt like the luckiest man alive.

I turned and sat down as Rod came in from out on the balcony. He nodded at me and then proceeded to circle Nicky like a predator sizing up its defenseless prey.

“Hello Nicky,” was all he said. She half smiled back and said hello, little realizing that this wasn’t going to be normal friendship.

“Just relax and I think you will enjoy this.” Rod reached onto the counter and took off a rather large looking belt. He began to fasten it around he waist and she jumped with the contact.

“This seems kind of strange counseling using a blindfold, don’t you think?” said Nicky as Rod cinched up the belt. A nervous laugh escaped her lips but Rod said nothing. He then took her wrist and placed it in what looked like a smaller belt attached to the main loop.

“I don’t think I feel comfortable with my wrist restrained,” she said as he took her other arm and secured it like the first. She sort of pulled at both restraints as if to verify that she was trapped. He told her to just relax. She asked for me and I answered that I was right there and just try and enjoy all of this. This seemed to calm her as Rod once again stepped back to savor the sight of my wife at his mercy. He placed his hands on her waist and had her walk back to the edge of the table I had seen earlier. He then knelt down and secured each of her ankles to straps attached to the legs. In this position she was fairly immobile but could just rest her ass on the edge but not sit down.

I had a front row seat as Rod stepped away and I saw my wife standing facing me, blindfolded, arms secured to her waist, and her legs slightly apart held to the bottom of the table. I now realized that I was completely hard and shaking from the excitement. My hands were cold and clammy and my stomach had a twinge in it but man was I revving to go. At last my wife was going to be ravished like I had always wanted.

Rod then began to undo the buttons on the front of her dress. She at once realized what he was doing and started to twist to stop his progress. He stepped back and looked at me and told me to tell my wife to hold still. I did so and she said that this was not part of any counseling she wanted. Rod then told her to listen to her husband or she would have to be spanked. He told her he had a belt just for such needs and asked her if she wanted him to use it. I told her to just do what he said and she quickly calmed down. He returned his belt to the dresser and proceeded to undo the remaining buttons of her dress. He then pulled it over her shoulders and down as far as the waist restraint would allow. She shivered as he did so and from even where I was sitting could see her hard nipples sticking out proudly from under her sheer bra.

“Very nice,” he said as he starred hungrily at her breasts in the black push up bra. He lightly started to massage them through her bra and once again she tried to avoid him even though it was quite a halfhearted attempt compared to earlier. He quickly went over to the desk, grabbed the belt and brought it down sharply on her backside. She gasped and he told her not to resist him again.

“Do you understand?” he said. She nodded her head and once again he replaced the strap to the dresser. As if nothing had happened he proceeded to lightly touch the exposed areas of her breasts. He did this for a few moments as if deeply admiring a piece of art. He then walked over and stood against the dresser.

“Nicky, do you know what those are for?” he questioned leaning against the dresser with his arms folded in front of him.

“What?” Nicky asked in a slightly tearful voice.

“Where I was just touching you. What are those for?”

“My breasts are for feeding my children,” she said.

“You are wrong on two counts. First, they are tits, not breasts. Second, if they were to just feed your children, they wouldn’t need to be large like yours. You could feed a child just as easily if they were small. Have you ever seen a monkey with tits?” Rod asked.

“No.” was her response.

“So therefore, your tits are purely for the pleasure of your husband. Now repeat after me, ‘My tits are for the pleasure of my husband.’”

Nicky slowly repeated it and he turned and smiled at me. He then told her that since she understood that principle, he was going to show her various ways that a man would enjoy of woman’s tits. He also explained to her that she was now going to begin to experience intense pleasures and pains. She was not to resist and she nodded that she understood. He also explained that she was not to fall to the floor or fall back on the table. She was to remain standing at all times. If she did fall back or forward he would have a reward for her.

“Have you ever sucked your husbands cock?” he asked.

“Only occasionally, but yes I do,” she responded.

“Have you ever swallowed his come?”

“No, I find that rather disgusting and distasteful.”

“Well it seems like we have other areas to work in also. But be warned, if you fall down, I will immediately proceed to that lesson and fuck you face.”

I don’t think Nicky really realized what he had meant by “fuck her face” because she had given me the occasional blowjob but it was more licking then sucking and never to the point where I would come in her mouth.

“Do you understand,” he asked.

Nicky didn’t respond, I think because she was trying to understand what he meant by “fucking” her face. Rod picked up a large pair of scissors and snipped her bra off of her. As her tits swung free, he softly took one into his hand and massaged it. Nicky swayed just slightly and he reminded her not to move or fall down. After he set the scissors on the floor he reach up with both hands and started to roughly squeeze both of her breasts. She complained that it hurt and not to squeeze so hard.

“This is for my pleasure, no yours Nicky,” was all he said.

He then took both hands and squeezed her left tit out hard. Nicky whimpered slightly but said nothing. He squeezed hard with both hands and then took her nipple into his mouth and sucked as hard as he could. She gasped and screamed but he continued to suck. It was as if he were trying to suck her nipple off. Tears now formed in her eyes and she bit her bottom lip. After what seemed like forever he released her nipple and it popped out of this mouth wet and hard. It was longer then I had ever seen it. He then did the same thing to her other tit. After finishing with that one, he took out a little white box and began poking through it. He pulled out a gold ring and pushed it over the end of her nipple. This was also repeated on the other side.

“These are to keep your nipples hard, once again for the pleasure of me and your husband.”

Both of her nipples stood out quite far and were red and angry. He then took a Q-tip and rubbed something on each nipple. He explained that this would make them more sensitive to the touch. After this was done, he attached a clamp and some sort of weight to each nipple. Once again, Nicky winced in pain as the weights pulled down hard on her nipples and tits. He had her bend forward at the waist, which caused her tits to be pulled down distended towards the floor. He then motioned for me to come over and feel her tits. They were stretched tight and it really turned me on feeling them in such a distorted state. He told me to push the weights and sway them. Nicky again winced, and it gave me a weird sort of pleasure in knowing that it was her husband who was now increasing this sensation.

Rod then took out a small riding crop and handed it to me. He instructed me to lightly start slapping her outstretched tit. I began slowly and each time she would wince in pain. After a few slaps, Rod took out another and started to do the same thing to her other tit. He started to slap harder and harder and I did the same being caught up in the ecstasy of the moment. She started to try and stand upright but Rod grabbed the top of her head and held her in place.

“Now this is what your tits are for Nicky, to bring pleasure to men.” Nicky began to sway slightly and then fell to her knees. Rod released his grip on her head and motioned for me to give back the riding crop. I handed it to him and headed back to my chair knowing that Nicky was to now be taught lesson two. He put the crops away and undid the weights on her tits. Her nipples stayed hard due to the rings around each one. Nicky tried to tell him she was sorry and would stand back up. He didn’t say a word, but lifted her to the standing position and then pushed her back onto the table. She couldn’t lie back completely with her legs together so he pulled each knee around the corner of the table. This allowed her to lie all the way back and opened her legs quite exquisitely. I’m sure Nicky wasn’t quite sure what was going on this whole time. After she was on her back on the table and her legs were spread, Rod fastened her waist belt to hooks that were on the sides of the table. She was now completely secured to the table. The table wasn’t long enough for her head so she had to support it up herself.

Rod walked to the other end of the table where her head was and told her to open her mouth. She refused and so he went over to the dresser and pulled out a little black box with wires attached to it that looked like a cell phone. There was a pouch on the belt which he slid the box into. He then stretched out two wires and attached each to a different nipple. He then reached over and turned a knob on the box and Nicky arched her back high off of the table. Obviously he was shocking her nipples. He quickly turned it off and then did it again. Once again she arched off the table. Again he immediately turned it off. He calmly walked to the end of the table, pulled down his pants and out sprung a rather plain cock.

He asked her to open her mouth and this time she did. He told her to suck his cock the way she did for me. She slowly began to lick more then suck and swirled her tongue around the outside. This went on for several minutes until he stopped her and told her he was now going to show her what men want. He was going to fuck her face. He told her to relax and breath out her nose, that she wouldn’t be able to breath at times but to continue to suck.

He then reached up and grabbed a hold of each tit and began to slide his cock into her mouth. Her head was tilted back and allowed him great access to her throat. He began slowing at first then started to push in all the way. She began to gag and shake her head but he held her firmly in place. He was really thrusting into her mouth and using her tits as leverage. She continued to gag but after a while the gags became more infrequent. It was as if she was getting used to it. He continued at a steady pace, innnn, outtttt, innnn, ottttt, innnn and so on. This went on for a few minutes until he started to hold in longer and longer. He would push in and then hold it. You could tell by the look on his face he was about to come and his pace quickened. He grabbed her tits hard and furiously pushed in and out of her mouth. In the heat of the moment he reached down and once again turned on the box, but this time he left in on. Nicky withered with the sensation and Rod even commented how he could feel the electricity in his pecker. He said it was an awesome feeling. Finally he shoved in all the way, squeezed each tit hard and half lay across her body. He had her totally pinned to the table as he shook with each load of sperm he shot down her throat. He shuddered 7 or 8 times and Nicky struggled the whole time, unable to breath. At last he released his grip on her tits, turned off the box, and slowly let his cock slide out of her mouth. She gasped for air, as just a little cum dribbled out the side of her mouth.
“Now you know how to suck cock,” he said as he straightened himself up and looked over at me. Nicky just lay spent on the table. Rod reached down on the floor and picked up the scissors. “Well, let’s see what else we have under here,” as he began to cut away her dress and then her panties. “Oh, this won’t do,” he said as he noticed her thick patch of hair on her pussy. He started to clip away most of it with the scissors and then went to the bathroom and brought out a razor and cream. After his work was done, he called me over and had me admire her nicely shaved mound. As I looked at his handy work he went over to a bag and brought back a tube of lubricant. He asked me to sit once again as he pulled up a chair and sat at the end of the table. He asked Nicky what this was for as he circled the entrance to her pussy with his finger. She answered that it was to be used to please her husband. I couldn’t believe my ears, she was learning. Rod told her that she was partially right, it was to be used to please men, that it would now not just be for her husband but for anyone her husband wanted her to please. It was to be used as her husband saw fit.

He then started to slowly insert his finger into her pussy and explore. This time she didn’t object, on the contrary, she even started to let out a moan of pleasure. Nicky let her head slump over the end of the table and started to shake with her first intense orgasm. It was like she was finally allowing herself to give into her lust. Something she hadn’t allowed herself to do in all of the years I had known her. Rod then inserted a second finger and continued to arouse my once shy wife. He would push all the way in and then slowly turn his hand as if he were trying to touch every part of her.

Rod looked over at me and motioned for me to go to the head of the table. I removed my pants and now opened my wife’s mouth and inserted my rock hard cock. I knew I wouldn’t last long and so only moved at a slow pace. By this time, Rod had grasped Nicky’s thighs and easily pushed himself in. He told me not to move, just stand there and let him do the work. At first nothing happened as he gently pushed in and out enjoying the velvet softness that only I had taken. I reached down and tweaked the still hard nipples of my lovely wife. She groaned lightly in pleasure, which almost made me come from my intense arousal. Rod instructed Nicky to swallow all of my of cum and not spill a drop when I came.

He then began to pick up the pace, pulling out slowly and then ramming back in causing the whole table to push back and shoving my prick down my wife’s throat. The sensation was incredible. It only took 5 or 6 good thrusts before I started to cum in Nicky’s mouth and, as having been told, sucked in her cheeks as she swallowed every drop. Rod continued his assault until he finally moaned and held his manhood deep inside my wife and unloaded into her soft pussy. I thought that might be the end of it as I stumbled back to my chair and collapsed. Rod however had other ideas. He told Nicky that she had been great but due to the fact that her pussy was to please all men, she would have to know what it was like to take all sizes of cock. He reached into a bag and pulled out a big black dildo that must have been 18 inches long and as big around as a soda can.

Nicky was still blindfolded and had no idea what he was talking about. For effect, Rod went over to the front of the table and removed her blindfold so she could see what was about to be inserted into her. Her eyes adjusted to her surroundings as she finally focused on what Rod was holding. She gasped and told him it was not possible to put that in her. He just laughed and sat back in his chair he had placed at the foot of the table. Once again he inserted a finger and then quickly two. After finger fucking her for a minute, he inserted a finger from his other hand and began to gently stretch her pussy. Nicky seemed to like it at first but when he inserted his forth finger, she began to protest. He now removed his second hand and inserted all five fingers from one hand. He worked them in little by little, twisting his hand, using her own juices to lubricate her hole. He abruptly removed his hand and announced that she was about ready. He grabbed the bottle of lubricant and completely coated his hand with the jelly. Rod then once again pushed all of his fingers into her pussy. She kept saying she couldn’t do it as he ever so slowly went farther and farther. He kept getting closer and closer to having his knuckles slide in and each time Nicky would beg him to pull out. I sat up in my chair as the moment approached. He pushed his hand up to his knuckles and held it there for a second, then slowly started to twist and in the blink of an eye, his hand disappeared into her vagina. I couldn’t believe it. She let out a moan that I couldn’t tell was produced from pleasure or pain. I just knew I was enjoying the show.

Rod continued to probe her insides as she shook her head from side to side. He explored every inch of her insides before he finally pulled out, leaving a gaping hole. He then coated that huge dildo and inserted in quite easily where his hand had once been. Nicky began to moan again as Rod fucked her with this giant tool. He would push harder and harder until great beads of sweat developed on her forehead. She kept shuddering but I couldn’t tell if they were orgasms or not. He would push that giant monster in and then pull it out, coat it with more lubricant and push it back in. This went on for quite some time until finally Nicky passed out.

Rod left this huge dildo in her as he began to collect some of the items he had brought along. He told me to have her leave her nipple rings on and put her to bed. He unfastened her restraints and her arms fell to the floor. I lifted her up and carried he to the unturned bed. He told me that most likely she would sleep most of the evening and would wake up quite sore. He said she was going to be a changed woman but to bring her back in two weeks to continue with the counseling. I assured him I would and helped him carry his things to the car. The night had gone better then expected and I was anxiously awaiting our next trip to my now favorite hotel.