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Page's Training Ch. 01

By: Pearls_Inside



I was new in the office, hired through a newspaper ad. I'd noticed the handsome man in the cubicle next to me and we'd flirted a little. Maybe this job wouldn't be so bad after all? I hadn't finished my first day of full work when I received an email on the personal account they had set up for me. There was no subject, but when I opened the email it simply said: 

Go to the bathroom. Take off your panties and throw them in the trash, return to your desk.

I didn't recognize the sender's email, but it was from within the company. I decided that if it was cubicle cutie, it was worth some flirting. I deleted the email and walked to the bathroom. When I closed the door on a stall, I realized how insane this seemed. Would I get fired for this? The emails had to be monitored. But if I didn't respond to them, there was no paper trial, right? No one could pin anything on me. Besides, I hadn't been laid in weeks. I needed the excitement. I reached under my skirt, pulled down my thong and on my way out of the bathroom, threw it in the trash. Who would know anyway? Harmless. And truth be told, I kind of liked feeling naughty at work.

I spent the rest of the morning filling out forms and submitting paperwork for clients, but before lunch I checked my email. There was the address again, and a new email. I opened it:

Good girl. Meet for lunch in executive office, top floor. Secretary will show you in.

My heart pounded. I would not only be fired, but repremanded by management before I left? Shit. I could just leave, not come back. I grabbed my purse and prepared for the worst as I pressed the top floor button on the elevator. I was flushed, my heart was racing and I was walking into an even more humiliating situation. How many higher-ups knew about this? Shit, shit, shit.

When the elevator door opened, an older uptight woman with graying hair stood up from behind her desk and waved me to a door. She looked me up and down and shook her head before sitting back at her desk and looking busy.

The office was typical; heavy, dark furniture and black leather. One man was seated behind the large desk. He stood and shook my hand before motioning for me to sit facing him.

"Page." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes, sir." I thought my formality would save face a bit.

"You received an email today. You obeyed the instructions."

"Sir, I can explain."

"Explain? No. I would rather you listen." I felt my face light on fire with embarassment and waited for my termination. "Page, my name is Nick. I'm the VP. I'd like to sign you on to special position in the company, if you're willing to accept."

"Special position?" I was shocked. I had been ready to be let go.

"I'm in need of an .... assistant of sorts. You have proven yourself a worthy candidate, willing to follow instructions without question."

"But Sir, if you'd let me explain ..." 

"No need. I'll make the offer, you tell me of you can meet my expectations." He raised his eyebrows in my direction with such an authoritative air that all I could say was,

"Yes, Sir."

"I like your formality." He smiled and put his hands behind his head, "The job is simple. You do as you are instructed thoughout the day, I give you the title, "Assistant to the Vice President" and you're given a healthy salary with full benefits. Today."

"Today?"

"It's a one-time offer. I have a simple contract for you to sign, privacy policy and such. But it's only valid for today."

I was confused. But the salary ... now that I couldn't refuse could I? "May I see the contract?" he threw the paper on the desk in front of me. It was short, as he'd implied. The salary figure was outstanding, the benefits were amazing ... and the only thing I could see that I was agreeing to was not to divulge any information about my work within the company. Seemed fine to me. I signed my name.

"That was a quick decision. No questions?"

"The money is much-needed and I assume my safety isn't in jeopardy? Both physical and otherwise?"

"Your safety is our top priority, Page, I assure you." He took the paper and tucked it into my file. "Your cubicle is no longer where you will be working. Your office is at the end of the hall, clearly labeled. Follow me there now, please." He rose from his chair and started for the door.

"Yes, Sir." I followed quickly.

My office was plain, black furniture and black leather. The computer and keyboard were black, the coat rack was black. There was a couch, vertical blinds into the hallway and over the large window with a city view, all black. It was very warm, though, and I much appreciated the refrigerator.

Nick was watching me observe my surroundings, "You seem to approve."

"Yes, Sir."

"Any and all changes made to this room will go through me first, of course." I nodded. "Now. Down to details. You have a private bathroom, just over there." I hadn't seen it at first, but there it was. All black, of course. "For now, answer your emails. You go home at six. Oh, and your dress code. We'll see how it goes, but I only want skirts or dresses worn to the office, understood?"

Had I stepped into the 1950's? "Yes, Sir." For the salary they were paying me, they could ask me to wear whatever they wanted. Nick left the room and I enjoyed the view for a few moments before I peeked into the refrigerator to find something to snack on. A beautiful salad with a half bottle of champagne was waiting for me inside, and a note from Nick, "For Page"

I finished eating, all the while enjoying my view. The champagne made me feel a little giddy, but I didn't care. The salary I was being given would erase my worries and help me live comfortably. I remembered that I was to check my emails, so I moved the mouse to see my new desktop. Black with white icons. The email was already set up with my own account information and I had three new emails. I opened the first:

Close the blinds to the street. The webcam is on, and I am watching. Click the link below and press play. Do not stop the video, watch through to the end.

-Nick

I stood and closed the blinds on my view and clicked the link Nick had included in the email. Employee instruction video? As the page loaded, I was shocked. It was an expensive adult video site. My computer was logged in and a movie was ready to play. I glanced at the web cam and thought only of my new salary as I pushed "play." Two men were rubbing oil on a beautiful tan woman with long dark hair. She seemed shiny and slippery by the time they were done. She rubbed oil on their bodies as well, focusing on their rather large cocks. One man lowered her onto the other man's cock and rubbed her breasts from behind while she got her rythm. Then slowly, he pressed his own cock onto her from behind. My mouth hung open and I couldn't stop watching. I'd heard guys talk about double-penetration but I'd never seen it or given it much thought. But as I watched this woman being rocked off of one cock and onto another, I couldn't help wondering what it would be like. She seemed to enjoy it. By the time they had both cum inside her and the camera had angled down to show white goo leaking out of both of her holes, I was wet between my legs and wanting more. I closed the window and opened my second email:

The cupboard in the bathroom has one item in it. Find it. 

-Nick

I walked into the bathroom, all too aware of the wetness beginning to spread down my inner thighs. I shut the door behind me and opened the cupboard. Inside was a small black dildo-like item, but standing up on its own. I read the card folded next to it, "This anal plug is part of your new uniform. Lubricate with your own slickness and insert. Return to your desk." I always thought anal plugs were more intimidating, but this seemed almost cute. I sat on the toilet contemplating the new toy. Maybe an ince wide at its widest parts? The shape was beautiful, widening and slimming, then widening and slimming ... uneven bulbs but all I could see that would be inside of me was about four inches total. I lowered my pussy onto it first, covering the plug with my own slippery juices before I attempted the inevitable. Then, ever-so-slowly I pushed the black probe into my ass. It was painful and I cringed several times but once it was all the way in and all I could feel was the base, I barely knew it was there. Until I stood up and tried to walk back to my desk. My ass felt full and slightly uncomfortable. To my surprise, it didn't bother me so much as turn me on. I smiled at this. Back at my desk, I read my third email:

You will wear this to and from work. Click on the link below, you will find an empty blog ready for your first entry. Describe the events of the day, barring the use of any company information that would so much as hint to the nature of the business. Use no names. I want to know every detail of how this experience makes you feel. I will be reading.

-Nick

I did as instructed and found that recounting the day's events made me even more excited. My wetness had soaked through my skirt. Shit. My computer dinged at me that I had a new message waiting:

I trust you've enjoyed the first day of your new position. New rule. You will not engage in any activity that brings you to climax. I alone will now control your orgasms. Let's see how much self control you have, shall we?

-Nick

It was six. I had a date at eight. I turned my skirt slightly so that it appeared I had spilled something rather than creamed myself. As I left the building with my anal plug prodding at me, it felt as though everyone who saw me knew what a horny slut I was. I blushed the whole way home, especially on the bus when I realized just what the bumpy ride would do to me.

As I showered and got ready for my date, I couldn't seem to get rid of the wetness between my legs. When I tried to put the day's events out of my head, the thoughts only popped back in and aroused me again. 

My whole evening was overshadowed by sexual thoughts that had nothing to do with my boyfriend. Dammit. If he only knew I had porn playing in my head! We'd only been dating a few months, and the sex was mediocre at best, but tonight I attacked him with a vengeance. I found myself bouncing on his cock so hard it hurt, but I couldn't stop. He made comments about how turned on I was, noticing the neverending wetness seeping from my cunt. Mostly I just ignored him and took out my frustrations on his manhood. When I heard him lose control and cum inside of me, I quickly got off of him and went into the bathroom to clean myself up and get ready for bed. I was determined not to lose control and pleasure myself. Though the more I thought of it, any man with a hard-on could have walked through the door and I would have fucked him right then. Frustration is a powerful thing. 

Page's Training Ch. 02



I sat straight up when my alarm went off. I looked down at my boyfriend, rolling over with a sleepy hard-on to smile at me. Normally this would keep me in bed for another hour. But today he seemed less appealing to me somehow. I smiled politely, mumbled something about deadlines and my new responsibilities at work, and got in the shower. I shaved very carefully, leaving only a small strip of hair in line with my slit that I always kept trimmed fairly short. I stood under the hot water and imagined my new boss's face. Nick. He was gorgeous. I pictured him in something other than his suit. Picturing him naked wasn't hard, but I fantasized about his cock. Was it big? I imagined it would be. 

I jerked back to reality when I realized I had been touching myself and was about to cum. That wasn't allowed by Nick's rules. I stopped the shower and dried off. I had hidden my anal plug, part of my required work attire, in the back of my towel cupboard where my boyfriend would never look. I got it out, cleaned from the night before, and lowered my pussy onto it, letting my juices lubricate the knobs before I set it on the toilet seat and lowered my ass onto it. Today it wasn't so painful; I almost enjoyed the sensation of inserting it. I wrapped my towel around myself and went to get dressed. The feeling of my ass being so full made me think twice as I walked past the bed where my boyfriend was still lazing between the sheets. But I was anxious to get to work; the excitement of what Nick would have for me to do was more than I could bear.

I chose a black skirt that came to just above my knees and my blue collared work shirt with a black chemise underneath. I made lame excuses to my boyfriend while doing my hair and make-up and hurried out the door. Being on time to my new job wouldn't be difficult.

When the elevator opened, I smiled at the older lady behind her desk. She didn't approve of me, that was obvious. I wondered how much she knew. How many of my kind had come and gone? It didn't matter. I liked my new job. I closed my office door behind me and sat down. There was a pastry and a coffee on my desk, and I had one new email.

Page, 

Good Morning. Enjoy your breakfast while you enjoy a movie link.

Nick

I opened the link and tried to focus on my breakfast as I watched a young blonde girl with tiny, perky tits bounce on the cock of a man lying on the deck of a yacht in the sun. She was covered in tanning oil and a woman standing behind her was kissing her neck and pinching her nipples. The three of them went at it for an hour, the girls taking turns riding the man's cock and sitting on his face while playing with each other. By the time it was over, my wetness felt like a puddle. I was sure to ruin another skirt today. I opened my next email:

Page,

I appreciate your prompt arrival to work this morning. I do hope you will always be on time. I admire your self-control as well. The live feed from your web cam shows that you haven't touched yourself once. I thank you for following instructions and taking no liberties that you are not allowed. Watch one last video and then come to my office, please.

Nick

The next video was a woman tied to a bed with her legs in the air, gagged. The room was filled with men who all seemed be hard, waiting their turn. As each one fucked her, I read the expressions on her face. She liked it. But just as she looked like she was about to really get off, the guy fucking her would pull out and cum on her stomach. The frustrating screams made me wet, the effortless struggles against the tied ropes made me want it. I had never been tied up or gagged, but sitting in my chair with my anal plug throbbing and my wet pussy begging me for something, anything ... I understood her and almost wanted to be her. She never did get any satisfaction. I kind of liked that she didn't. My mind was going to dark, lusty places it never had before.

I stood to make my way to Nick's office, checking to see of my wet spot had leaked through. Somehow it hadn't. Walking the short hall, I licked my lips with desire. My juices ran down and made my inner thighs slide against each other while the anal plug teased me with every movement.

I stood in front of Nick's desk, waiting for him to finish a phone call. When he hung up the phone, he turned to meet my eyes, "How do you like your new position, Page?"

"I like it very much, Sir." I remembered to maintain formality.

"Come here." 

"Yes, Sir." I moved around his large desk and stood facing him in his turned chair. He reached under my skirt and parted my slick labia with his finger, sliding it inside of me slowly. He made a "come here" gesture with his finger and rubbed that perfect spot for only a second before pulling it out. He tasted his finger for what seemed like a very long moment, savoring my flavor.

"You've done very well, Page. I hadn't expected to find someone so soon, nor had I expected to find such an obedient assistant."

"Thank You, Sir." I felt nervous and excited, not knowing what to expect.

"I suppose you think I'll bend you over the desk and fuck you. But I'm not going to. Self-control is an important thing to have in a relationship such as you and I will have. To always do as you're told, to trust me with your body and your safety. We have to go slow, do you understand that?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I have to know your desires, test your limits. And I have a feeling you don't quite know what your own limits are, do you?"

"No, Sir."

"I didn't think so." He stood up, hovering over me closely and whispered in my ear, "Did you like watching that woman be denied pleasure?"

I swallowed hard, "Yes, Sir."

"You wished you were her, didn't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now I have another gift for you." He closed the blinds to the hallway and came back to where I was standing, "Take your shirt off." 

My hands were shaking and my heart began to race as I followed his instructions. I had three buttons undone when I felt a stinging slap to my face.

"You respond to every command and request with 'Yes, Sir' is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir." I felt the heat in my cheek, but kept unbuttoning my shirt. Why didn't I leave? I had never allowed a man to have any power over me. But Nick did. In that moment I realized that I would have done anything he told me to do. When my shirt and chemise were lying with my bra on his desk, he folded his arms and stared at my breasts.

"Very nice. Touch your nipples, I want them hard."

"Yes, Sir." I reached up and rubbed my nipples, feeling them react. I pinched them and pulled a little, trying to please Nick. He reached into a drawer and pulled out two clamps, metal with rubber on the tips. He fit one over my left nipple and screwed it closed until he saw me wince. Then did the same with the right and sat down in his chair.

"Put your things back on and return to your office, Page."

"Yes, Sir." I had to put my bra on carefully to avoid much pain, but once my shirt was buttoned, I saw my reflection in the window and no one would know even if they walked by me. As I adjusted to my new nipple clamps, I could do nothing but focus on the stinging pain. It made me breathe harder. I wanted to scream, I wanted to pound my fists on the desk ... but mostly I wanted to be fucked. I felt wild. I felt like a whore.

My next email was nothing but another link. More porn. I felt like I would go insane. Self-control, I reminded myself. I would be rewarded for it, I was sure. The video was a woman on her hands and knees, her nipples clamped with weights hung on them. I could imagine the pulling pain she must have felt as her breasts were pulled out of shape, her nipples red and sore. A man had oiled up an anal plug that looked twice as big as mine and was pushing it into her. I cringed at first, but then wanted it. Again, I found myself wanting to be her. I wanted her pain, wanted her desire. I felt it with her. I bit my lip and tried desperately not to start gyrating in my chair just to feel my anal plug move inside of me. Then the man took a paddle and smacked her left ass cheek so hard with it, I heard her scream and watched her skin turn red. I wanted him to do it again. Her screams sounded like pleasure. He did this repeatedly on both sides until her entire back end was red and swollen. He called her a whore. I smiled. I watched her beg him to fuck her, beg to have his cock inside of her. I knew how she felt. I would have begged in that moment as well. My nipples were throbbing, and my wetness only taunted me. My body was begging for release.

I was on the edge of my seat when my phone rang. I answered it, "Yes, Sir?"

"Close the movie and come into my office." He hung up the phone before I could respond. I walked quickly into his office, desperate, ready to beg if I had to.

"Yes, Sir?" I shut the door behind me, noticing that his blinds were still shut.

"Bend over the desk and lift your skirt." I blushed as my heart raced. 

"Yes, Sir." I walked to the desk, stood next to him, lifted my skirt and bent over the desk, grabbing the opposite edge. No words were spoken, but I felt a stinking smack on my right cheek. I tried not to make a sound as I savored the pain. If I screamed, the lady in the hallway would hear me and it might displease Nick. I began counting the blows, allowing myself only small moans of pleasure with each. He did fifteen on each side. My ass felt like it was on fire, but somehow it made my pussy beg even harder. A cock inside me would make it all feel better. I wanted it so badly, so deeply.

"We're very compatible, Page. You're doing so well."

"Thank You, Sir." My voice sounded desperate.

"Turn around and get on your knees." I pictured the woman in the movie and hurried to obey. "Yes, Sir."

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock hard as a rock. I looked up and smiled at him. Everything I was doing was pleasing him. He liked it just as much as I did, and I felt close to him. His cock was beautiful and I wanted it. I guessed eight inches and close to 2" in diameter, but not quite. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. "Put it in your mouth." Nick leaned back and entrusted me with his hard on.

"Yes, Sir." I eagerly took it in my hands and licked the tip of it, enjoying every second. I sucked the tip, ran my tongue along the bottom vein, then began kneading it in my hand as I licked the crevice of the head with flicking motions. I thought about how much I wanted it inside of me. I wanted to bounce on it like that young girl on the yacht. I wanted to ease all of the pain I felt, but most of all I wanted to please Nick. I leaned down to lick his balls, shaved and firm. I sucked each one gently in my mouth; nibbling on his scrotum just a little and enjoying the moans of pleasure escape his lips. Then I grabbed the base of his cock and swallowed as much of his cock as I could, making sure my tongue made full contact with the underside on the way in and on the way out. I opened my throat and imagined that my mouth was my pussy, begging him to fuck me. I listened to his sighs and groans and it made me want it more. I felt a new wave of wetness seep from my pussy and begin slicking my inner thighs. I was pleasing this powerful man, this man who understood things about myself that not even I had realized. It made me work harder. I looked up into his eyes and begged with small whimpers for him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to please him. I wanted to watch his face as my mouth took him over the edge. He looked down at me just once and I felt his body stiffen, soon followed by a shooting stream in my throat. I eagerly swallowed, tasting his musky seed. I slowly milked his vein with my lips, savoring every last drop of his gift. When his cock was clean and there was nothing left to taste, I sat back on my heels and waited. He enjoyed the release and kept his eyes closed. 

While I waited, I silently went insane. The taste of cum in my mouth, the burning and the stinging, my dripping wet pussy and the fullness in my ass all became one centralized desire. I was desperate. I didn't care who it was; I would have let anyone fuck me in that moment. But when I looked at Nick, I realized it was really only him I truly wanted. I would have fucked anyone he told me to. Anyone. But if he gave me the gift of fucking me himself ... thought of that ecstasy was more than I could bear. I let out a small moan that mirrored my desperation. Nick opened his eyes, "Well done, Page."

"Thank You, Sir."

"Did you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I thought so. I love that you want me so badly." He zipped his pants and sat up in his chair, "If I brought a man in here right now, would you fuck him?"

"Yes, Sir." It was as if he was reading my thoughts.

"Yes, you would." He contemplated me for a moment. "Desperation is motivation for success. I will train your body to desire serving others. I want it to be second nature for you. If all goes well ... no one will desire me more than you will. And I will want no one else. Everything will work perfectly between us, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." Just his words were making me wet. I felt as if one rub of my clit would send me over the edge.

"First I have to know your mind, your limits, your desires. I have to know what turns you on, what makes you tick. If I know where you go in your head, then I can go there with you and satisfy desires so deep inside of you that nothing can compare. And I want to do that for you."

"Thank You, Sir."

"Your position in this company is permanent. I expect you to cut all romantic ties outside of this office as of now. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir." I didn't even care. My boyfriend seems like a memory already.

"Practice your self control. Explore your fantasies and desires. I'll be with you every step of the way, watching and listening. When I do fuck you ... and I will ... it will be like nothing you've ever experienced."

"Yes, Sir." 

"Now go back to your office and update your blog about this morning's events. I'm anxious to find out what you've been thinking. Try and hurry, we have a lunch engagement."

"Yes, Sir." I stood and walked back to my office, the desperate need to fuck someone still the only thing in my thoughts.



Page's Training Ch. 03



When I finished my blog about that morning at work, I checked my email.

Page,

Remove your nipple clamps. In the bathroom you will find your attire for the lunch meeting you'll be attending. Get dressed and meet me in my office.

Nick

I removed the nipple clamps and left them on my desk. When I went into the bathroom, it took me a minute to realize what I was to be wearing. I picked up the bra and studied it briefly. The color was similar to my nipples, an odd choice I thought. There were round holes neatly hemmed where my nipples would jut through. I took my shirts and bra off and tried it on. It fit perfectly and my red, sore nipples stood at attention through the holes in the fabric. The shirt was a very standard white button-up dress shirt, but when I put it on the fabric was just loose enough that it grazed my nipples and made me shudder. When I looked into the mirror I realized that because of the color of the bra, it was impossible to tell that the holes were there. I felt sexy. 

I took the lid off of the black box left on the counter and studied its contents. Finally I saw that it was a pair of black latex boy short panties, inside a dildo was attached. The bottle of oil on the counter now had an obvious purpose. I oiled the inside of the latex and rubbed oil on my ass, outer pussy and inner thighs. The latex stretched perfectly and slid right on. I looked at the dildo, which was only about six inches long, but a solid two inches thick. I took a deep breath and pulled the panties up, crouching over the toilet to push myself onto the dildo. I felt the dildo rub against my anal plug and it was nearly unbearable. 

When the panties were pulled on tight the sensation was like nothing I'd felt. The feel of the oiled latex sliding against my skin, teasing and tickling my bald pussy ... both of my holes stuffed ... it was pushing my limits like nothing else. It felt dirty and kinky and so good that I didn't care. I put on the slacks last, and the black heels. When I looked in the mirror, I looked like a very sexy, sophisticated businesswoman. Definitely the assistant to the VP. But I closed my eyes and felt like a whore. I opened the bathroom door and walked slowly out. The dildo slid ever so slightly in and out of my pussy as I walked, bumping against the anal plug and sending sensations through me that nearly made my knees buckle. 

My nipples were poking through the fabric in the shirt. I took a deep breath and was determined to walk through the hallway, past the older lady who hated me, and appear as if everything was normal. 

I opened my office door and mentally put everything below my neck out of my mind. In my normal stride, I walked the hallway, smiling slightly at the woman and keeping my eye on Nick's office door. It felt like the longest walk of my life. My nipples were teased by the fabric with every arm swing. The dildo nearly fucked me as I walked, massaging my insides. My anal plug was pressing back to accommodate the dildo moving inside of me as well. I wanted to moan, but I maintained and entered Nick's office.

"Right on time, Page. Are you dressed?" He looked at my tortured face.

"Yes, Sir." I let out a frustrated sigh.

"Good. Lunch is about four blocks away. I thought we'd walk in this nice weather." He smiled wickedly at me and grabbed his jacket.

"Yes, Sir." I was trying to mentally prepare.

"No jacket for you." He kissed my neck and smiled into my eyes, "You could use some fresh air, am I right?"

"Yes, Sir." It was a crisp, cold, windy day. I shivered just thinking of being out in the weather without a jacket.

We stepped out of the building and the wind hit us immediately. It was chilled and the fabric of my shirt became ice cold. My nipples felt a jolt as the freezing fabric rubbed them as we walked. I was allowed one arm through Nick's and his fast walking pace insured that I was essentially fucked in both holes as we walked. I fought any facial expressions that would give me away. I was being stared at, probably only because I was without a coat, but it felt like everyone knew what was happening. I saw the men admiring my nipples and it made me blush. I felt exposed and embarrassed but somehow ... I liked it. It empowered me. 

I decided to embrace my situation instead of be overwhelmed by it. I squared my shoulders and let my breasts stand proud. I adjusted my gait and walked with purpose, I felt the dildo fucking me with each step and I owned it. I decided to swing my hips a little and get a bit more sensation from it. My face settled on a sexy, secretive smirk and I spent the entire 4 blocks fantasizing about fucking Nick. I made no eye contact, I got lost in my own thoughts. I could feel my pussy oozing wetness into my latex panties, making them even more slippery. 

When we arrived at the office building, I was almost disappointed. In the elevator, Nick pressed me up against the back wall, reached into my shirt to fondle a nipple and kissed me desperately, his tongue probing as I imagined his cock wanted to at that moment. He felt hungry for me and it felt incredible. "You're amazing, Page. It's like you were made for this."

"I think I was, Sir."

He was kissing my neck, fondling my other nipple now. "Do you like your new panties, my beautiful whore?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Did you like being fucked for four blocks?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You would do anything I asked of you, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Sir, anything."

"I thought so. You're my beautiful slut. I love watching you take to this like a fish in water." 

"Thank You, Sir."

The elevator ding brought him back into reality. He jerked away from me, stood next to me, straightened his tie and cleared his throat. As the doors opened, I followed him to the right and we walked into a conference room filled with men in suits sitting around a long table. Nick whispered in my ear, "Your station is through that door in the back." He ushered me along with his hand on the small of my back. The door opened and I saw a small closet-sized room. In the center was a black saddle on a very low-sitting stand. "Sit on it. I lowered myself onto it and my own weight pushed my intruders deeper inside of me and I let out a quiet yelp. "Intense, my darling?"

"Very, Sir."

"You'll sit there. During our meeting my colleagues will excuse themselves to use the restroom. They'll come in here with you. I expect you to please each and every one of them, is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do NOT embarrass me."

"Yes, Sir."

He leaned close and I could feel his breath on my face as he whispered, "I want to know that when my cock is inside of you, that you would much more cherish the thought of tasting my seed than feeling it shoot into your cunt. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Sir."

"It's about acceptance. I want you to crave me, Page. As I'm learning to crave you. I want you to develop a taste for semen. I want you to love it. I want you get wet just thinking of swallowing it. The smell of it should make your mouth water. Don't get off the saddle."

"Yes, Sir." He closed the door behind him and I sat there, my holes impaled, on the saddle and waited.

After five minutes and a little rocking on my part out of frustration, the door opened and a man entered. He was tall and his zipper was right at level with my face. "So you're Nick's new girl. Very nice."

"Thank You, Sir"

"And so polite!" He smiled as he let his pants drop and his flaccid cock was staring me in the face. He reached down and unbuttoned my shirt, hanging it carefully on a hook behind the door. He did the same with my bra and began fondling my breasts, then knelt down and sucked each of my nipples so intensely that I moaned in pain. When he stood up he was fully erect. He wasn't well endowed, maybe 5 inches and average girth. 

He flipped a switch on the saddle and it began rocking forward and backward just enough that I had to rock my hips so I wouldn't fall off. This made the plug and dildo fuck me incredibly deeply and I started to pant like a whore. I grabbed the man's hips and pulled him close, licking and sucking his cock eagerly. Nick was right; I wanted to taste this man's cum. I wanted him to give it to me now. I moaned and quietly begged him, making eye contact with pleading eyes as his cock fucked my mouth. I lapped at the bottom vein of his cock with my tongue as it went in and out. 

Soon he had handfuls of my hair and was fucking my face with purpose. Then he shoved his swollen cock into the back of my throat and emptied it into me. I smelled the musky scent and swallowed enthusiastically as I mentally associated the smell and the taste with the incredible feeling the saddle was giving me, rocking back and forth. When he was licked clean, he quickly dressed, tucked in his shirt and turned to leave, regaining his composure. I was left topless, rocking on the saddle and trying not to imagine fucking Nick.

The remaining thirteen men were very similar. Each cock was different in size, some making my eyes water they pushed so far down my throat, but each of them fondled my breasts before beginning to fuck my mouth. The saddle also had a slight bouncing effect that was turned on at some point, so that I was riding with my hips to stay upright but also bouncing a little on my dildo and going insane. The men liked to watch my tits bounce too, some of them stood and stroked themselves before even touching me, watching me moan and gyrate and bounce like a whore fucking the perfect cock. 

I let my ecstasy show and they often commented on it. "What a perfect whore you are." "What a beautiful cum slut." "God I wanna fuck your mouth." "I could watch you on that thing all day." It pleased me thinking that the comments would please Nick. Each of them let me taste their cum. Some wanted to come just inside of my mouth and see the white substance on my tongue and lips, others just wanted to empty it into my throat. I went through moments of feeling disgusting, dirty, used ... like a prostitute going through some sort of oral gangbang. They were quickly overshadowed by the ecstasy of the saddle and the moans of pleasure I was bringing forth from these powerful men. It felt so good to please them. 

Finally, Nick entered the room and stopped the movement of the saddle. His face was pleased. "My colleagues are very impressed, Page. I'm proud of you."

"Thank You, Sir." I was out of breath and his mere presence made my heart race. I wanted to beg him to fuck me. I had never wanted a man so much in my life.

"Get up."

"Yes, Sir." I slowly stood and felt the incredible wetness slide my panties into place, rubbing my bald pussy ever so lightly. I let out a tiny moan.

"You didn't cum, did you my slut?"

"No, Sir." I looked him in the eye with complete honesty.

"Good girl." He put my bra and shirt on and gestured toward the door. I walked out, the latex panties keeping the wetness in and the dildo bobbed in and out of me effortlessly. The boardroom was empty now and we walked to the elevator silently. The walk back to our office was a bit less torturous than before. I quickly resumed my fantasy state and enjoyed the sensations while plotting how I could get Nick to fuck me, or at the very least let me cum for him.

Back at our building, Nick took me into his office with him and had me kneel beside him while he made a phone call. As he talked on the phone, he pulled his giant cock out and began stroking it. He watched my face the entire time. I couldn't look away. I wanted it. It took everything in me to fight the urge to strip naked and climb on. I licked my lips and rocked back on my heels, imagining what it would feel like to lower myself onto him. When his call was finished, he continued to stroke himself and increased his momentum. "You look hungry for it, pet."

"Yes, Sir."

"That makes me happy." He didn't let me have it, though. He kept on pleasuring himself, watching my face. He finally moaned, blocked the stream with one finger and let his seed spill over his cock and hand. "Show me how hungry you are for me, whore." 

"Yes, Sir." I dove forward and began lapping up his cum. He tasted so much sweeter than the other men, so good. I sucked each of his fingers until I couldn't taste the musk anymore, then I devoured his cock and sucked the last of his hot juices from his shaft, milking all I could from it. He moaned and jolted with each eager suck of my mouth. When his flavor was gone, I pulled back and looked up at him, hoping for some sort of reward.

"Well done." He smiled and zipped his pants, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. "Now go fill out your final blog. When you're finished, leave the panties and the clothes on the bathroom counter. They'll be taken care of. Your late lunch is in the refrigerator. Enjoy it. I'll send you a movie to watch while you eat."

"Yes, Sir." I walked to my office, ignoring the older lady. My desperation ran so deep that I wanted to scream. My body had never needed release so badly. I could think of nothing but Nick. Nick fucking me, Nick kissing me, Nick smiling at me with approval. Nick running his tongue over my clit and giving me the pleasure I craved. The pleasure that he denied me now. How long would he deny me? I didn't think I had the strength to endure much longer. But I would. I would do it for Nick.



Page's Training Ch. 04



Writing my blog about that morning's events drove me wild. I imagined Nick reading it, knowing my deepest inner thoughts about the experience and it made me insane with desire again. I was getting used to being horny on a near-constant basis, it consumed my every thought. Every move I made brought thoughts of Nick to my mind. Would he approve? What would he have me do in this situation? The excitement of what was to come each moment of everyday was my driving force. What would my next lesson be? 

When I was finished writing, I opened the video in my email and began eating my lunch. The video showed a young girl stuffed with a dildo and an anal plug, then tied to a chair and a ball gag was put into her mouth. Two men then proceeded to fuck an even more beautiful woman on the bed in front of her, ignoring her completely. 

The woman's moans of pleasure were driving me wild, but even more intriguing to me was the young girl writhing and squirming in the chair, wanting release. She bounced up and down on the dildo as much as she could, but I knew the feeling too well. She would not be climaxing and her cries were desperate and angry. Nick would not have approved of her behavior. If he put me in that situation, I would be expected to sit quietly and control myself. 

My latex panties felt as if there was a puddle in them, waiting escape. If I gyrated my hips at all in my chair, they grazed my naked labia and made me moan with desire and frustration. The dildo was firmly inside of me and pressed against my cervix. It was a pleasurable pain that I was beginning to crave. I wanted a cock inside of me, pounding at me with force. Watching the men violate both of the woman's holes was torture. I wanted to be her so badly. On the inside, I mirrored the wild young girl tied to the chair. But outwardly, I tried to maintain my emotion and appear as calm as possible. Nick was, after all, trying to help me master self control.

When I was finished eating, I sat back and let the video finish. Watching the two men squirt their cum all over the woman's body made my mouth water. It must have felt amazing. I took a deep breath as I licked my lips and bit my bottom lip. Control. I opened my email and saw a new message from Nick.

Page,

I have a delivery that needs to be made. Come to my office.

Nick

I closed the email and walked to Nick's office, praying that the wetness wouldn't start oozing out of my panties.

I closed the door behind me and smiled at Nick, "Yes Sir?"

Nick held out a large manila envelope for me. "Take this and deliver it to Mr. Harding's office on the 14th floor. He's expecting you."

"Yes, Sir." Nick wasn't accompanying me? I began to feel nervous.

"And Page?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Do as Mr. Harding asks you. He'll report back to me. And remember that you are not allowed to cum under any circumstances, is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Make me proud." He smiled and went back to his work.

As I walked to the elevator, my nipples jutting out so that the old woman behind the front desk looked at me disapprovingly. I blushed with shame and turned my back to her while I waited for the elevator.

On the 14th floor, I asked for Mr. Harding's office at the front desk. The girl glanced at my nipples and pointed me in the right direction. I saw her roll her eyes with disgust before she went back to her headset and phone lines. I felt humiliated without Nick. Other women were judging me just as I had judged women before. I knew what they were thinking. But ... weren't they right? Wasn't I a whore seeking male attention? But this felt different somehow. I was learning to serve men, not devour them one after another for conquest. Of course, Nick and I were the only two people who knew this or would understand it.

Mr. Harding was a handsome man, though a bit short for my taste. He had an air about him that bothered me. He was arrogant. He was younger than Nick and cocky in a way that made me think he never heard the word "no." 

"Come in." He gestured toward me as he finished his phone call. 

I stood in front of his desk as I had not been told I could sit. I waited as he eyed me up and down as if I were a piece of furniture he was thinking of purchasing. When he hung up the phone he told me to come around the desk. "Let me look at you." He leaned back in his chair and tapped his chin with his forefinger. "You have a delivery for me?"

"Yes, Sir." I held out the envelope and he took it, tossing it on his desk.

"Take off your shirt and your pants." 

"Yes, Sir." I began to undress, desperately wishing I could tell him "no" and walk out. His cocky attitude made me want to slap him and the thought of his hands on me was not arousing. I was embarrassed to have him looking at my nipples jutting from the tailored bra.

"Take off the bra, too." 

"Yes, Sir." Whatever pride I had left was quickly being squashed. I couldn't tell him "no" or Nick would hear about it and I would be punished. The punishment wouldn't be nearly as bad as Nick being disappointed in me.

When I was standing in front of him wearing nothing but my latex panties, I could tell he was intrigued. He reached forward and cupped my crotch, rubbing the slimy latex into my labia. I moaned a little at the sensation, despite the despicable man touching me. He made little circles that zinged at my clit and made me jump. If I came, I didn't want to imagine the consequences. 

"Take them off." Mr. Harding looked like a kid waiting to unwrap a Christmas gift. I could see his stiff cock jutting out beneath his pants.

"Yes, Sir." I peeled the latex down slowly, letting the dildo slide out of me before I let them drop to the floor so I could step out of them. Mr. Harding looked as if he was licking back drool from his bottom lip.

In a split second he stood up, bent me over and slammed me down onto his desk. I felt him finger my pussy, "What a wet cunt Nick's got his hands on." He licked his fingers and tasted my juices. "Too bad I don't have time to eat that pussy. I love a wet one." He unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. "I'm gonna fuck that cunt and show you what a real man feels like." 

I couldn't see his cock from where I was pinned on the desk, but I didn't dare move even to see him. When I felt him push inside of me, he wasn't gentle. He rammed into me with so much force that I whimpered. His cock wasn't huge and didn't have much girth, but the sheer force of him surprised me.

"Get used to it, slut. I get a lot of deliveries from Nick and I expect satisfaction." He grabbed my hips and pulled me back as he slammed his cock into me. I wanted to cry being used by this arrogant asshole when it was Nick I wanted inside of me. How could he let someone else use my body like this? I held back the tears and took a deep breath, trying to find the lesson in this experience.

Mr. Harding grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back while he violated my pussy. With his other hand, he turned my anal plug in circles, "You like that in your ass you whore? Huh? You deserve it, cunt. Walking around with your nipples on display .... Just asking to be fucked." I felt like a girl in one of the movies I watched and it began to feel sexy. He dropped my head and rolled me over onto my back with my legs in the air, straddling him and kept fucking me as hard as he could.

Mr. Harding's face looked eager and expectant. Then it dawned on me that he liked feeling powerful. He liked thinking he was taking advantage of me against my will. So I made faces that looked ashamed, silently pleading for him to stop. His cock inside me DID feel good, I couldn't deny that. But I also couldn't let him know I liked it or he would lose all of his power and be disappointed. I wanted him to give Nick a good report so I shook my head no and moaned and let out little sobs here and there.

He was fucking me so hard that my tits were bouncing everywhere and I saw him watching them, mesmerized. "That's it, little slut. Just take it. Pretend you love it." Before I knew he was even close, he rammed deep into me and shot his cum inside. I rolled my head to the side in mock shame and waited for him to pull out and tell me what to do.

As his cock shrunk down and slid out of me, Mr. Harding stood there out of breath. "Get up, get your clothes on and get out."

"Yes, Sir." I stood and put the latex panties on while he watched. All of my wetness inside of them was cold-to-the-touch now and I slowly lowered myself onto the dildo, trapping Mr. Harding's seed inside of me. This made him smile. I finished dressing, checked my hair in his full-length mirror and walked toward the door. "Thank You, Sir." 

I returned to my office and checked my email.

Page,

Mr. Harding gave you an excellent review. Blog about it.

Nick

I opened the blog and began describing the experience for Nick. I described my shame, my embarrassment, even the pleasure it gave me. As I described it and explored my feelings about the situation, I discovered that I really had enjoyed myself. The man had essentially raped me on his desk and I was typing about how much I liked it. But it was more about my own power. I had pleased a man who was very hard to please. That felt good.

Nick wanted to see me in his office, so I walked that way. As I walked through the lobby, I felt Mr. Harding's cum dribbling out of me around the dildo.

"It sounds like you enjoyed yourself, Page." Nick had me sitting in the chair on the other side of his desk, facing him.

"Yes, Sir."

"A woman who can please every man has the ultimate power. Page. She can rule the world. Did Mr. Harding make you feel powerful?"

"Not at first, Sir."

"No, I read that. You felt betrayed by me at first. I'm glad you overcame that. See, it's not your body I want to possess, Page. Though I want that very much indeed, and I'll have it when the time is right. But your body doesn't belong to me. Your body doesn't entirely belong to you, either. Your body is now a tool, you see. It's your tool to please men with. If you can disconnect from your body and let them have it, then you'll understand what I'm trying to tell you."

"Yes, Sir."

"I want your heart and your soul, Page. Not your body. Unleash your power and use it, but save everything inside for me."

"Yes, Sir." I was beginning to think that he already had everything inside of me. 

"It's not just about being a whore, though I'm sure that part is exciting too." He smiled sideways at me.

"Yes, Sir."

"How you feel during all of this is important. Shame and embarrassment and humility are important things to overcome. Or embrace them, however it works for you. But get to know them well before you decide. I'll help you with that." I knew he would.

"Yes, Sir." 

"You've had a full day, Page. Go back to your office and finish the last few movies I've sent you."

"Yes, Sir."

"You'll be wearing the latex panties home." He smiled at me, "Dirty little girl. I imagine you're soaked with Harding's cum?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Get cleaned up tonight and bring the panties back with you in the morning. Same as usually tomorrow, skirt, anal plug, no panties."

"Yes, Sir." He turned his chair around and faced the bank of windows, my cue to leave. "Thank You, Sir."

Back in my office my pussy was swimming in cum mixed with my own juices. The two videos I watched were non-consent. The girls whimpered and cried and said, 'No' in seductive voices, appearing helpless. I understood now and it aroused me. The more the girls said no, the harder my clit throbbed. They were enjoying themselves. Once again, it became more and more difficult not to make myself cum. Would everything eventually turn me on? How much more was there to understand? I couldn't wait to find out.



Page's Training Ch. 05



By the time I reached home that night, my panties were swimming with Mr. Harding's cum. The scent had been noticeable to me, and I had blushed in shame the entire ride home on the bus. I was sure everyone could smell it and knew that it was my pussy. 

I quickly unlocked the door and ran to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes until I was naked and the vinyl panties with their built-in dildo (quickly becoming a good friend) were in the sink. I ran a shower and jumped in. The water was hot and it relaxed me. 

As I wetted my hair and let the water run over my anxious body, I thought of Nick. I imagined what his athletic body would look like with water droplets, his dark hair slicked back .... I fondled my breasts and squeezed my nipples. Nick would take full advantage of me if he would only let go a little. Wasn't he able to be tempted at all?

My own perky breasts were turning me on. I ran my hands down my flat stomach toward my cum-soaked cunt. I just wanted to touch my clit once. Only once. It wouldn't make me cum; I just needed a jolt.

My head jerked to attention when I heard the doorbell. Dammit. I soaped my body up quickly to rid myself of the day's torture and grabbed my robe. When I opened the door, there was Nick. He smiled and I melted. He had an assistant with him, who pushed passed me and started rummaging through the apartment.

"Good evening my pet!" Nick kissed my forehead and smiled into my eyes, "All cleaned up?"

"Yes, Sir." I wanted to ask him a million questions about why he was here, but I remained silent and practiced my patience. He would tell me what I needed to know, no need to pressure him.

"This is Bobby." The young man nodded in my direction. If he was 18, he wasn't much over. He had an Italian coloring and deep brown, sweet eyes. "He's going to get your apartment all set up and get your new wardrobe in place."

"Yes, Sir." Now my mind was racing with even more questions.

Nick handed me a shopping bag, "Put this on, we're going out."

"Yes, Sir." I turned toward my bedroom and stole one more glance at Bobby, who seemed to be raiding my kitchen cupboards and taking measurements of the walls.

I opened the bag and found a shirt and jeans. The jeans were impossibly long for me, but they made more sense when I saw the shoes in the bottom of the bag. The heels were 3" and let the leg of the jeans hang just perfectly. 

The seam in the crotch of the jeans didn't look right and as I examined it closer, I saw that it had been cut and re-sewn so that the jeans were crotch-less but still maintained their shape and hid away everything while I walked. I sat down on the edge of my bed and spread my legs. The slit opened just enough to feel some skin through it. I smiled. 

I found a white lacy bra in the bag as well and put it on. It was a shelf bra, so the under wire gave me support but my nipples jutted out over the top of the fabric. The shirt was made of gauze with ¾ sleeves and a ruffle down the front. When I put it on, I saw that there were only two buttons at the bra line; just enough to cover the lingerie beneath and blow open to reveal my stomach as I walked. 

I looked in the mirror and cringed. I could see my nipples plain as day through the white gauze. I walked toward the mirror at a normal pace and my breasts bounced seductively. My nipples grazed the fabric and sent tingles through my stomach.

I walked into the bathroom to comb my hair and Bobby saw me. He stared for a moment before resuming his work and I caught him take a second peek. I smiled behind the bathroom door. I had never imagined dressing like this, but on Nick's arm for the evening, I couldn't wait to experiment with this newly acquired power.

When I was finished in the bathroom, I found Nick giving instructions to Bobby over what looked like a rough blueprint of sorts. Both men looked up and watched me walk toward them through the living room. Bobby's jaw fell open a little and he couldn't take his eyes off of my breasts. Nick just beamed a smile at me and I felt sure that he approved.

"Excellent, Page. Bobby, finish this up. We'll be back at 9:00."

"You got it, Nick." Bobby ogled me one more time before we left. I tried to fight the feeling that I was having unfaithful thoughts, but I wanted to seduce Bobby. Just because I knew that I could. I could please him.

"Page, you look beautiful. How do you like your new clothes?"

"I like them very much, thank you, Sir."

"I imagine you're wondering where we're going in such a short amount of time."

"Yes, Sir."

"Thank you for not peppering me with questions. Most women have no patience and can't keep their mouths shut. A little known fact: we men aren't listening to what they're blabbering about anyway."

"Yes, Sir." We got into his town car and the driver took off.

"I hope you don't mind Bobby taking over your apartment for the evening."

"No, Sir." I trusted Nick, though my curiosity was peaked to an unnatural level.

"Good. Just a few adjustments for my pet." He smiled and kissed my forehead again. I wished he would take me in his arms and .... "Page, I want to make this arrangement official." Nick reached down beside him and produced a large flat jewelry box. He handed it to me and gestured that I should open it.

Inside was thin a silver choker with a chain dangling from the front. There was a diamond sparking on the end of the chain. "Oh!" I looked up to Nick, not knowing how to thank him, my mind searching for the right words.

"Do you like it?" Nick picked it up and un-did the clasp

"Yes, Sir, very much, Sir." I lifted my hair up in the back so he could place the choker around my neck and clasp it. The diamond dangled sweetly between my breasts.

"In this day and age, collaring a slave of sorts is not what it once was. And I'm not trying to brand you for the whole world to see, Page, I'm just discreetly making you my own."

"Thank You, Sir." I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss his face. I knew he was proud of me now, and I knew that I wanted to keep pleasing him. I felt the pressure of the collar constantly, though it wasn't uncomfortable. It was a constant reminder of where my heart belonged. I would never forget.

"Page, you're so beautiful." Nick's face softened and he leaned down to kiss my neck, pausing to inhale the scent of me. He slowly came up and looked straight into my eyes, our faces almost touching. He maintained eye contact and kissed me softly. I felt electricity shoot through me. I hadn't wanted a man this desperately in my entire life.

The driver announced that we'd arrived and Nick waited for the door to open. I carefully got out of the car, trying to keep my legs together. I looked up and saw the lighted sign of a small café. Nothing fancy, small and intimate.

"Casual is best in the beginning." Nick winked at me.

The quick walk over the sidewalk into the café was chilly and I felt my nipples standing out erect. I felt the heat on my face. An intimate setting for an outing wearing a gauze shirt that left very little to the imagination. I began to think bigger would be less embarrassing. I refused to question Nick on this matter.

The hostess greeted us with a smile, glanced down at my chest but attempted to maintain her demeanor as she grabbed two menus and walked toward a table in the back of the café. Nick put his hand in the small of my back and nudged me forward. I walked behind the waitress. The café was nearly full and walking in the 3" heels didn't make it easy to keep my breasts from bouncing at attention.

I tried not to make eye contact, but I could feel all eyes on my nipples. I imagined what the women would be saying, shit-talking me to their men, glaring at me over their water glasses. I put them out of my mind. I made eye contact with a man. His eyes couldn't be pried from my tits. He smiled and nodded. I decided to put the women out of my mind and focus on the men. They appreciated my situation and were enjoying my body. That's what this was all about after all.

We were seated in a corner with a full view of the entire café and its patrons. As I sat, I noticed that the tablecloth hung low enough that I didn't have to worry about exposing myself if my legs spread apart. I felt my first sense of relief. The hostess left us and went to gossip with the waitresses about me no doubt. I took a sip of my water as Nick took my menu from me.

"I'll order. Wearing an anal plug all day at work, your diet should be light and specific." 

"Yes, Sir." I crossed my arms and set them on the table in a pathetic attempt at some privacy.

"Keep your arms at your sides and your hands in your lap, Page. Never be ashamed."

"Yes, Sir." I put my hands in my lap and sat up straight. I decided to embrace my power yet again. I wasn't doing anything illegal for Christ's sake. I watched the women sneak peeks at me. I smiled back and they quickly returned their gaze to their own table. 

The men all stared and stole glances when the women weren't looking, of course. Some winked, others licked their lips like their meal wasn't satisfying them. I smiled at all of them discreetly and enjoyed the attention. Nick seemed to be watching their reactions as well.

"You're doing better than I expected, my pet." He smiled and sipped his water. "I never thought the blush would leave your cheeks." He leaned over and kissed my neck, lingering just a second longer than necessary. The men in the restaurant watched Nick with envious eyes.

"Have you decided yet?" The waitress interrupted and Nick snapped back upright. He surveyed the menu and ordered. The waitress tried her best to keep her eyes on her order tablet, but failed quite a few times glancing at my shirt. When she had gone, Nick slid across the booth so that he was right next to me. He put his arm around me and began whispering in my ear.

"You are so beautiful, Page. I can't keep my hands off of you." He kissed my ear, "Spread your legs apart for me." I spread my legs and Nick slid his fingers across my labia, making me blush yet again. No one could see what he was doing, of course, but I was the one who had to maintain a casual demeanor while Nick had his way with my pussy at the table.

His finger slid inside of me and I couldn't resist closing my eyes and letting out a muted moan.

"I'm so glad you're learning quickly, Page. If I have to wait much longer to have you I might go insane." His finger was fucking me intensely now, rubbing my G-spot in a "come here" motion and I was starting to gyrate my hips in response. "You would never cum without my permission, would you my pet?"

"No, Sir." I was trying not to let my thoughts get carried away, but it felt like every man's eyes were on us now, as if they knew exactly what Nick was doing.

"I so desperately want to hear your voice when you let go and give in to the pleasure." Nick's thumb pressed inside of my labia and found my clit. I jerked a little and stiffened, afraid to let myself go too far.

"Relax, Page. Turn your head so you're facing me." I turned my head and our foreheads met. The motions his fingers were making were perfect, I wondered if I would be punished if I asked him to stop?

"Sir," Was all I could manage.

"Let it go, Page. Cum for me. Let me hear you." My breath deepened and quickened. I let my thoughts run wild with images from the movies I'd watched, fantasies of Nick fucking me, and of course the current situation that put me in a room full of people about to cum on Nick's fingers. I felt the pleasure building inside of me and began to mew softly at Nick.

"Good girl. Show me how much my touch excites you." My breath was coming out in hot spurts and the moaning was getting longer and louder. Nick clamped his lips on mine and began kissing me gently and teasingly. I wanted to kiss him with wild passion, but I held back. The sound of my moans was projected directly into Nick's mouth. I moved my hand to the side of Nick's face, shielding us just a bit.

"Cum now, Page." It was a direct order and my body went insane. I felt the orgasm tingle and tease, then build and spread throughout my torso, tingling down my arms and legs. My pussy contracted around Nick's finger and he smiled as my moaning became desperate and primal. I did my best to keep it quiet, and I succeeded. No one was looking in our direction any more than they had been before. I looked into Nick's eyes as I came on his fingers, felt his approval and gave myself over to him. 

I felt the diamond dangling between my nearly exposed breasts. I felt the eyes of the restaurant on us, but I didn't care. I was locked in a world where only Nick and I existed. What he instructed was all that mattered. He had finally let me have release after so long without it. 

As the orgasm subsided, Nick pulled his hand away and kissed me. We locked gazes the entire time, kissing and just staring into each other's eyes. He was looking for shame, looking for any sign that I would bolt. But I wouldn't be going anywhere. No matter what he asked from that day forward, I would do it without shame or embarrassment. 

Something changed inside of me and I couldn't explain it. I was falling in love with Nick. I knew that much. But it wasn't like anything I'd ever felt in my life. I trusted this man, wanted him, needed him and his approval was the most important thing in my world. 

He was right, he owned me. Not like an animal he forced to do disgusting things, but he owned my heart and soul. In such a short amount of time it didn't seem possible. My body no longer seemed important. I would use it as he asked, when and where he asked. I could see now that anything between Nick and I was on a different plain entirely. 

Our food arrived and we drifted apart a bit to eat comfortably. I felt so relaxed. So much anxiety had been building being denied pleasure. It was gone.

"Enjoy your dinner Page." Nick smiled in my direction, "Then it's my turn."

"Yes, Sir." I didn't recognize the sound of my own voice. It was like butter, smooth and sexy. I smiled.

"You look very happy, Page. I hope that has something to do with me."

"Yes, Sir. It has everything to do with you." I took a bite of my food and chewed slowly.

Nick leaned close and whispered in my ear, "When we truly fall in love, there will be no one who will love you like I do, Page. That I promise you." He kissed my ear, my neck, then and my cheek. He returned to eating, stealing intimate glances at me whenever he could. It felt as if Nick and I were in a protective, private bubble. I had forgotten the entire restaurant.



Page's Training Ch. 06



When we were finished eating our dinner, Nick paid the check with a generous tip and took my hand to lead me toward the bathrooms. He pulled me into the Men's room with no hesitation. 

Nick backed up against the far wall, "On your knees. You may now return the favor."

"Yes, Sir." I knelt in front of Nick and watched the bulge in his pants grow. As his pants fell to his ankles, he turned sideways and let his left shoulder lean on the wall. We were in plain site of the door to the bathroom. My embarrassment lasted only seconds until Nick's perfect cock was in my mouth. Once he entered my throat, the world disappeared.

I fondled his balls, squeezing and tugging and I slid his cock in and out of my mouth, letting it push into my throat and swallowing to take the entire length of his shaft. Nick grabbed a handful of my hair at the back of my head and started pushing faster. Tears welled up in my eyes but my body loved it. My pussy was coming to life yet again. 

Nick's moans had distracted me almost to the point that I didn't hear the bathroom door open when it did. I jerked away and stared at the man walking to the urinal in shock. I felt a stinging slap on my cheek.

"Finish what you started, Page." Nick looked down at me with anger in his eyes. I quickly resumed swallowing his dick while the man peeing in the urinal watched with fascination. Nick pretended he wasn't even there. I noticed that the man was finished peeing, but he still stood at the urinal, watching me get my face fucked by Nick.

The man was stroking his own cock now and smiled at me, encouraging me. I went wild and started whimpering with pleasure. I wanted to please Nick, and for some strange reason I wanted this man to watch me do it. The man's eyes on me made me swallow harder and faster as I watched him masturbate. 

Nick's moans became breathless and he started thrusting harder at my face. Before I knew it, he jammed his cock down my throat as far as he could and shot his stream into me. I relaxed and let it slide down my throat, trying to use my muscles to swallow as little as I could. He held it there for quite a while until he started to soften.

I heard the man at the urinal grunt quietly and flush the urinal before leaving. 

When Nick pulled back from my throat, I swallowed down his cum and licked and sucked his shaft clean before pulling his pants back up and re-fastening belt. I stayed on my knees, not sure if I should stand or not and smiled up at Nick.

"Stand up."

"Yes, Sir." I stood and looked into Nick's eyes, waiting.

"When my cock is in your mouth, don't you EVER divert your attention, is that understood?" He grabbed both of my nipples through my shirt and squeezed and twisted them hard until I whimpered from the pain.

"Yes, Sir."

"That's better. We'll make sure you get plenty of opportunity to prove to me that you mean it."

"Yes, Sir."

"Walk out ahead of me to the car. We have much to discuss at your apartment. Bobby should be finishing up now."

"Yes, Sir." I left the bathroom first and walked into the restaurant. No one noticed that I had come out of the Men's room, which I was thankful for. My nipples were hard and standing out obscenely from Nick's tweaking and I decided on my way out to let my breasts bounce free and proud for everyone to see. Fuck 'em, I thought.

All eyes were on my tits as we exited to the car waiting for us. I smiled and walked out the door, leaving them to their shock and gossip. 

When we arrived at the apartment, everything was different. My photo frames, movies, music, books, and knick knacks had all been removed. My wall décor was gone. The bookshelves now held rows of dildos, plugs and toys that I had only seen in sex shops. The books that did line one of the shelves were all erotica. Short stories, BDSM novels and the like. 

The movie shelves were all pornographic DVDs now. On the walls were erotic paintings, nudes and prints. The men's porno magazines on the coffee table were fanned out neatly. There were candles everywhere on shelves.

One of my dining chairs had been fitted with a suction cup dildo 2 inches thick and about 8" long.

Nick watched my reaction closely. "The real training begins now, my pet. You're no longer just an employee, you realize. This is a lifestyle which I need you to be accustomed to. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." But I wasn't sure I completely DID understand. I looked in the corner of the living room and saw a saddle much like the one I'd used during Nick's board meeting.

"Bobby will be here to assist you. My evenings are filled with business meetings and other engagements that are none of your concern. When I have free time, we'll be together. When you're not with me, you'll be here and Bobby will make sure you follow my strict instructions."

"Yes, Sir." I looked at Bobby who smiled sweetly. He seemed like someone I could trust. I smiled back when I realized that Nick would never leave me with someone he didn't trust completely.

"You'll be in bed by 11pm every night. Bobby will bathe and dress you as he is instructed. Your old life has been packed up and put in storage. Your bills are being sent to me, and all of your needs are now my responsibility, understood?"

"Yes, Sir." My heart raced. Being at the office was one thing, but I had been able to come home and relax each night. Now I wasn't going to be able to turn it off, there was no escape from this life. I was now submerged in it and I was a little scared.

"Don't be frightened, you'll be used to it in no time." Nick kissed my forehead and turned to leave. "Bobby, I expect her in the office on time. I'll be sending your instructions to your phone, I want prompt responses."

Bobby nodded, "Yes, Sir."

The door closed and I turned to Bobby, not having a clue what to expect.

"No formalities here, we're both just following instructions." He pulled the saddle into the center of the room and faced it toward the TV. "Get undressed."

I kicked off my shoes and removed the rest of my clothes until I was naked with my choker.

"Put your hair in a bun and come back." Bobby selected a movie from the shelf and loaded it in the DVD player while I put my hair up. When I returned, he held a bottle of oil. "Arms out, legs apart."

I did as he instructed and Bobby rubbed oil all over my body, leaving my nipples dry. The oil was thicker than it looked and left me slippery and glistening. Then he opened a jar with a salve in it and rubbed it into my nipples. The salve felt cold first and my nipples stood erect, then a warm burning sensation began. It wasn't horribly painful, but it was uncomfortable and made my breathing increase a bit.

"Get on the saddle." 

I looked at the saddle. The dildo was thicker than the one on my dining chair, I guessed it was 2 ½ inches. I lowered myself onto it and my cunt swallowed it hungrily. I was getting used to being in a constant state of arousal and wasn't surprised that I was wet enough to let it slide right in. The thickness overwhelmed me and I moaned as the feeling of fullness settled in.

Bobby strapped my ankles back to the sides of the saddle and handcuffed my wrists behind my back. He went to the bookshelf and returned with a gag. A 4 inch dildo slid into my mouth and the leather straps around my head kept it in place. The tip grazed the back of my mouth.

The movie started and I watched a naked woman being fondled by six men. They poured oil all over her body and rubbed it in while they bit her nipples and played with her clit. I instantly wanted to be her. My nipples felt like they were on fire.

Bobby turned the saddle on and it rocked me back and forth so that I was forced to ride the rubber cock inside of me. The girth of it sliding in and out of me made me moan. 

Bobby sat on the couch and started reading the magazines, not paying much attention to what I was doing. Every so often he would check his phone and type furiously on the keypad before going back to his reading. He was checking in with Nick.

The oiled-up girl was getting fucked from behind now. I watched the close-up of the cock penetrating her and was grateful that I wasn't in the office feeling frustrated. Instead, I was riding a huge dildo that satisfied my need to be filled. But the burning on my nipples frustrated me. I would have begged a stranger to suck off the salve for some relief.

The man pulled out of the girl and moved around her to fuck her face. She devoured his cock like she was hungry for it. I envied her. While she sucked his cock, another man entered her from behind and I watched her get fucked on both ends. The gag in my mouth only teased my desire for a cock to swallow.

Before long, all six men were taking turns at all of her holes. Nothing peaked my curiosity more than double penetration. I wanted it. I moaned and whimpered in frustration. Bobby typed on his phone and pressed 'send'.

When the movie finished, the woman was drenched in cum (none of the men came inside of her, only ON her) and panting like a needy whore. She wanted more, I could feel it. I wanted more.

The saddle kept fucking me as Bobby put the movie away and went into the bedroom. When he returned, I was fighting an orgasm with everything in me. He shut the saddle off and released all of my restraints. The gag was taken away and I was lifted off of the saddle. My legs were shaky and weak. 

Bobby let me use the bathroom and led me down the hallway. 

The bedroom had been redecorated as well. It was very bare, the bed with only white sheets and everything else put away. I suddenly realized that the walls were mirrored. The closet doors had been replaced with mirrored doors and there was a giant mirror mounted above the bed.

"Won't miss an angle in here, will they?"

"They?" The word surprised me.

"Later. Sorry." Bobby shook his head and gestured toward the bed. I laid down and Bobby produced wrist and ankle cuffs from under the mattress. He restrained me and I found that I could move fairly freely, but my hands would never be able to reach my midsection. I realized that this was to keep me from touching myself when I was alone.

Bobby laid the top sheet over me, "Nighty night! I'll wake you in the morning." He turned off the light and I heard him leave, locking the door behind him. I was left in the dark with my own thoughts. 

Bobby woke me in the morning as he released the cuffs and I curled into a ball on my side. I looked up at him, "Where did you go last night?"

"Home. My girlfriend got the fuck of her life, let me tell ya!" He laughed and gestured for me to follow him.

"I'll be left here alone every night like that?"

"Not every night." He started my shower, "Use the toilet and get in the shower." He sat up on the counter and buried his nose in a magazine.

I got in the shower and surveyed the changes. My shower curtain had been replaced with a clear shower liner. No privacy allowed. My hygiene products had been replaced with expensive bottles and soaps. The razor was new. I washed thoroughly and made sure I was smooth down below. I shut off the shower and opened the curtain.

"Bend over." My anal plug was lubricated and gently pushed into place. I grunted a little as I adjusted.

Bobby toweled me dry and oiled my pubic area before bringing me the vinyl panties. I put the dildo in place as he pulled them up and fit them perfectly. The oil on my labia made the sexiest friction as I walked. It felt like my pussy was already dripping wet.

I the bedroom, Bobby dressed me in a black bra with the nipples exposed and a light blue French cuffed shirt. The skirt was knee length and black with a light blue pinstripe. Black heels.

One stop by the bathroom for hair and make-up and we were out the door. In the car I checked my purse for my company ID to get into the building and noticed that my wallet had been tampered with. I began to inspect it.

"Your new insurance cards, credit cards, bus pass, and cash." Bobby stared straight ahead.

I thumbed through the cash and stopped counting at $500. "Why?"

"Nick takes care of it all now, lady."

Of course Nick took care of it. He owned me now, didn't he? Part of me wanted to rebel against being dependant on a man, the other part of me felt relief that I didn't have to worry about any of it from now on.

Bobby interrupted my thoughts, "You like this new life?"

I thought for a second, knowing that my answer would certainly be relayed to Nick. "I'll learn to like it. That's the whole point of this training, right?"

"Guess so."

"How did you get into this?" Bobby seemed to be so unaffected by everything he saw and did.

"Mailroom Clerk." He pointed a finger at his own chest. "Nick offered a substantial raise, paid under the table, and described you. I jumped on it. It's not so hard."

"Your girlfriend doesn't know?"

"Hell, no!" We both laughed.

"I gotta say, though, lady .... You're the sexiest creature I've ever seen. Nick is a lucky man."

"Thank You." I blushed and we finished the car ride in silence.

As I entered the building to begin a new day at work, I forgot to feel embarrassed by the masses staring at my tits. The anal plug comforted me, even made me feel sexier and more powerful as I made my way through security, elevators and past the old lady on our floor who hated me. 

As I entered my office, I could feel the change and I smiled. The fear of the unknown at my job had been replaced with excitement. I couldn't wait to see what the day would bring, and I couldn't wait to see my first email. I would have begged Nick for instructions if my inbox had been empty.

But there it was,

Page,

Blog about your first night in your new apartment. Then watch the two movie links I have posted in this email. Your webcam is on, I'll be watching.

Nick



Page's Training Ch. 07



My first blog of the day was long, describing the events at the restaurant the night before combined with my intimate thoughts of entering this new lifestyle full time. As I typed, I knew Nick would be pleased. I reflected on my life before I had met Nick, what my view of all of this would have been then, what I knew other women would think of all of it.

Anyone not in this lifestyle would see it as pure perversion. Maybe it is. But I only saw it as an awakening of my deepest desires; desires I hadn't even known I possessed. Was I a plaything for a pervert and nothing more? No, I was much more than that. I was beginning to realize that I WANTED my body to be pushed to its limits. I WANTED to please, to be instructed.

Men took on a different role in my eyes now. They were powerful, they were in charge, and it was my job to please them. By pleasing them, I asserted my own kind of power. My body had power; the power to attract, arouse, and please. The shame and embarrassment of the new situations I was being brought into would eventually dissolve. I would embrace them instead. 

Shame and embarrassment come from a place inside of us that wants to be accepted. We want to be accepted for who we are, but so many of us are afraid to be who we really are. Nick knew this about me. Slowly, I was becoming a raw form of myself. Nick was shedding the layers of expectation that society had placed on my head as a woman. I was returning to a primal side of my humanity. Sex.

I watched the two videos that Nick had sent me. A beautiful black woman was screaming and turning her head away from the large cock that the man was trying to stick in her mouth. I gyrated my hips in my chair, biting my lip as I watched the woman gagged with a dildo much larger than the one I had in my mouth the night before. Her moans were muffled and choked as she was handcuffed to a bedpost on her knees. She tried to pull free as the man roughly jabbed her with his cock from behind and fucked her with frustration.

Tears and saliva ran down her face and dripped from her chin as the man slapped her ass with such force that it was swollen and red in no time. I wondered why she fought it? The punishment seemed so much worse than the act of sucking the guy's cock. 

The second movie was nothing but beautiful shots of women in virtually non-existent bikinis touching themselves. They moaned as they pinched their own nipples, rubbed their glossy bodies and fingered themselves to climax. It made me crave release. Rocking back and forth in my chair let the dildo slide in and out of me, but it was never enough. I wanted human contact, I wanted to touch myself .... I wanted Nick.

After watching the erotic images of seven women doing this, the movie ended and I checked my email.

Page,

Your blog was exceptional, well done. I have errands for you to run, come to my office.

Nick

As I walked past the old woman who hated me, she didn't even look in my direction. When I walked into Nick's office, he watched me closely.

"I like this outfit. The fabric hugs your breasts beautifully. How does it make you feel?"

"I feel exposed, Sir."

"But you're learning to like that, aren't you?"

"A little bit, yes, Sir." In private I was more than comfortable, but being in public was difficult. The stares I got on my way to work in the breeze on the sidewalk just from the car to the door made me self conscious.

"In no time you won't even notice what other people think. I promise." He smiled and gestured toward a stack of mail. "This needs delivered. All of it. It's sorted by building, it shouldn't take you long."

"Yes, Sir." I grabbed the stack of mail and put it in the briefcase Nick had laid out next to it. 

"Your coat is hanging by the door. You'll need it, it's chilly out." He smiled and returned to his work.

I grabbed the black coat hanging on the coat rack. It was knee-length and for a moment I was relieved that I wouldn't be out in the cold freezing this time. When I put it on, I found that it had been altered. It fit perfectly, but the fabric had been taken in so that it was impossible to button. In fact, it was impossible to pull past the edge of my breasts.

Nick was watching me, "You wouldn't want to deny the men of this city your beautiful breasts this morning, would you?" He smiled.

"No, Sir." I smiled and left to do my deliveries. 

As I stepped onto the elevator, two men were already on their way to the lobby. I stood between them and felt their eyes on my chest. As if my body knew what they wanted, my nipples began to harden and stand out to be noticed. One of them spoke, "You're Nick's new girl, aren't you?"

I smiled and met his eyes briefly, "Yes, Sir." 

The silence continued for a few floors before the man reached out and fondled my nipple through my shirt. I was startled, but I kept both hands on the briefcase and watched the floors count down. The other man watched with a smirk. When the doors dinged at the lobby, the man squeezed my ass cheek and wished me a wonderful day. All I could manage was, "Thank You, Sir" before I exited the elevator and headed for the front doors.

The wind hit me with a gust and I headed down the sidewalk to the building next door. As I walked in the heels, it was impossible not to be noticed. My nipples were hard as rocks and no amount of maneuvering could keep my breasts from bouncing happily. The fabric of the shirt rubbed my nipples ever so slightly with the swing of my arms and my breath quickened. 

The anal plug teased with every step and the dildo slid in and out with perfect rhythm to my steps. Every man who met my gaze I silently begged to relieve the frustration. I wanted to grab one of them, any of them, and beg them to fuck me. The need for release was building by the second.

By the time I entered the building next door I was blushing and my heart was racing. The women in the lobby didn't help. They stared and eyed me up and down with disapproval. Or was it jealousy? 

On the second floor I had two deliveries and the receptionist was very rude. I expected it as much as I respected her position. I found the first office without much help from her and found a woman sitting behind the desk on the phone. She smiled and gestured for me to shut the door.

When she hung up the phone she stood and held out her hand to shake mine. "You must be Page."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Oh call me Claire. No formalities." She eyed me up and down but with appreciation, not judgement. "Nick wasn't exaggerating, you're beautiful."

"Thank You." I blushed and held out her thick envelope.

"Ah yes, business." She laid the envelope on her desk and looked back to me. "Do you know who I am?"

"No, I'm sorry."

"I started my career working for Nick years ago. It's gotten me further up the ladder than you can imagine." She smiled and walked toward me. "Don't you love these bras? I still wear them, you know." She pulled back her suit jacket to reveal her large nipples jutting through her shirt. "Can't help it I guess. The lifestyle wasn't for me, but a few things carried forward and helped me in ways you can't imagine."

"How?" I was curious why she would continue any of it if she didn't fit into the lifestyle.

"Well, I have my feminine power back thanks to Nick. I've never been ashamed to use it in the workplace either. It's quite the scandal wherever I go." She winked and laughed, "Other women can't stand it. With my salary, I simply don't care." She looked me up and down, "Anal plug?"

I smiled, "Yes."

"I thought so. I never did like them much." She reached into her purse and handed me a $100 bill, "Thank you so much for bringing this over, I know how challenging it is." 

"Oh, no, I don't need anything, thank you."

"Take it. I know he takes care of things for you, but I also know that any tips you get are yours to spend on whatever you like." She winked and sat behind her desk, ready to get back to work.

"Thank You, Claire." I put the money in a pocket in the briefcase and left.

Most of the deliveries were uneventful transactions, all with incredibly large tips. A few of the men did take the liberty of fondling my breasts but it was always a brief curiosity with their secretaries watching closely. I wondered if any of their secretaries endured what I went through? A quick glance in their direction generally told me no, they did not.

When I returned to the office, Nick was ready to leave for lunch. My pussy was dripping wet and I was hungry for release, but I tried to compose myself. "Tips?"

"Yes, Sir." I reached into the briefcase and handed him the cash.

"Let's go shopping, shall we?" He smiled and grabbed the briefcase out of my hands.

Nick took me to specialty shops and small boutiques that carried airy fabrics and flowy styles. I tried on skirts and thin, silky tops. Nick chose the colors and eyed each piece critically. The saleswoman must have thought I was a hooker shopping with my pimp. Nick was anything but discreet. 

"I want a thinner fabric, something that will hug her breasts." And "The skirt will have to be altered, it's not short enough" or "I like it, we'll have it altered with a lower neckline." I blushed but never said a word and only smiled. When the woman offered undergarments, Nick chuckled, "No need, thank you."

The last store had expensive price tags but the styles were much more ... well ... sluttier. The sales woman wasn't shocked by anything. I was put up on a pedestal and stripped like a mannequin to my bra and panties. "I have those same vinyl panties! Don't you just love 'em?" She winked and handed me clothes to try on. Apparently she knew the drill. I tried on lined vinyl leggings that looked liquid but were actually comfortable. The saleslady had her own suggestions and Nick appeared to adore her. 

"I would pair these with a something thin and wispy up top, something to really show off those nipples. And you can always have a zipper put in the crotch. But we do have some vinyl, interested?" Of course Nick was interested.

Most of the vinyl tops didn't interest Nick, "I need to see her nipples, vinyl alone isn't sexy enough."

That was all he needed to say. Out came the cut-outs. Vinyl tops with perfect circles cut out for my breasts to display through. The sales lady smiled, "She has beautiful breasts. We have pasties that match this too." One hand gesture and it was mine.

"Swimsuits?" Nick raised his eyebrows and the woman jumped. The swimsuits were packaged with pictures on the front. "I want something in black." Nick liked black.

The woman held out three packages to Nick and he chose one. The saleswoman showed it to me and I smiled. I looked at the picture and swallowed hard. The top of the bikini was a triangle top, but the picture of the girl wearing it showed just how SMALL the triangles were. They were only large enough to cover the areola; the full shape of the breast was exposed. The bottom was a thong, which didn't surprise me, but the front view of the bikini revealed that the front was also a thong. My pussy would be completely exposed.

Nick sent a text on his phone and looked back to the saleswoman, "Get me a standard triangle suit in white gauze as well."

"Of course!" The woman chirped and returned in a matter of minutes. The picture on the front looked like a normal bikini and I breathed a sigh of relief. "Is there anything you need modified today, sir?"

"Yes, thank you. I left the bags by the door. I'll go over each piece before we leave."

"Of Course, Sir."

"We haven't looked at skirts." Nick gave her a questioning glance.

"We have some fabulous styles that will look amazing on her. One sec."

The skirts slid on easily and were so low-cut that they rested below where my pubic hairline was and I knew I would feel exposed. The skirt itself didn't cover my ass completely, letting the curve of each cheek exposed. I tried to imagine what it would look like without the vinyl panties on and it made me blush.

"Excellent. Choose four or five for her." Nick was deep in thought, I imagined him plotting to himself. "Page, get dressed. I'll be at the counter discussing alterations."

"Yes, Sir." I stepped off of the pedestal and began re-assembling my work clothes. When I got to the counter, the woman was feverishly making notes for each garment and pinning the notes as quickly as she could.

The flowing skirts were shortened, some of the sewn-in slips were removed, necklines were lowered considerably, tops were cropped, zippers were installed in pants and in some cases the crotch altered much like my jeans had been. I was dizzy by the time Nick was finished.

Nick handed the woman a card, "Have them delivered when they're finished. I trust it won't be long?"

"We'll put a rush on it, Sir." The woman smiled.

"Excellent." He turned to me, "Back to the office." 

Nick fondled my nipples in the car on the way back to the office. It made my heart race and my body begged for him. I wanted him to take me right there. But Nick did no such thing. He exited the car at the office like nothing had happened in the back seat.

I was frustrated, bordering on irritated. I understood that my own desires took a backseat to Nick, on some level I liked this. But today, the frustration was getting to me.

The rest of my afternoon didn't help with this feeling. I watched video after video of women being pleasured and pleasuring themselves. Women who were not bound by my restrictions. The irritation increased.

At the end of the day, Nick sent me home with Bobby. Bobby was in a wonderful mood. No doubt excited with what he would get to watch me do tonight. My answers to his mundane questions were short.

"You're in a mood, aren't you?"

"Bobby, you have no idea what kind of emotional and physical toll this all takes on a woman."

Bobby nodded his head with understanding. "I can't imagine. But I will say that I admire you."

That caught my attention. "Admire me? Why?"

"This whole lifestyle takes guts, girl. I don't know any women who would willingly put themselves through this. I could ask why, but I think I already know the answer. And it's admirable."

"Well thank you." My mood lightened a little, though the frustration bubbled beneath the surface. 

When we arrived home, Bobby took my clothes off and put them away for dry cleaning. Then he led me into the bathroom and removed the vinyl panties and anal plug and began to wash them with the cleaner in the cupboard. When he was finished, he gave me five minutes alone in the bathroom, with the door open, and went into the living room. I was thankful for the privacy (if you could call it that). Wearing an anal plug all day does take its toll and I needed to relieve myself.

When I was finished, I went into the living room and Bobby had dinner on the table. It was light and the portions were small, as usual. I didn't mind. Being in a constant state of arousal curbed my appetite. I walked to the table and lowered myself onto the dildo attached to my chair and began eating. Thoughts kept creeping into my head about fucking Nick. I imagined that I was on his cock, and I wanted to writhe and bounce on the dildo. I refrained, knowing that if I could roll my hips just right, I would climax.

Bobby thumbed through a Hustler while I ate. He read me some of the stories and jokes and we laughed. But the thoughts of Nick still crept into my mind. Didn't he want me? Why was he holding out? I was his, why didn't he take me?

When dinner was finished, Bobby put the dishes in the dishwasher and told me I could get up. When I stood, he cleaned the dildo and began to set up the saddle in the living room again. Again!? It felt like torture with no release allowed. He chose a movie and oiled me up, just as before. Again I was strapped to the saddle and handcuffed behind my back. 

There was a knock at the door. Just as Bobby opened it, a man stepped in. Neither of them said a word.

The man was obviously one of Nick's colleagues, possibly someone from the board meeting that I'd already been intimate with. I was humiliated when the man looked at me. I couldn't move, couldn't cover myself, and his eyes looked hungry. Before Bobby shut the door, three other men came into the apartment. All were dressed in suits and looked like they'd just come from the office. 

Bobby shut the door and gestured them into the living room where they all sat on the couch and in the armchairs. "Drinks, gentleman?" They all wanted scotch. Nick had apparently stocked the kitchen with a full bar. The men sipped their liquor and I felt their eyes on the back of me.

Bobby chose a gag from the shelf and showed the men before he walked to me to put it on. The dildo was 7" and thick. My eyes widened and I wanted to protest. Then I thought of the woman who I had watched swallow an even larger one and my pussy came to life. As the cock pushed my jaw open and poked down my throat so that I could barely swallow, I let out a moan. All my mind kept whispering to me was, "Yes." Bobby fastened the straps and started the video.

I wondered why he hadn't started the saddle, but when he squirted a lubricant into my empty ass, I began to understand. Then he started the saddle and I was straining to stay balanced, at the same time being fucked incredibly deeply by the thick dildo. I'm sure the view from behind for the men was enticing.

The movie was a woman tied sideways on a bed, spread eagle on her stomach. She was oiled from head to toe and men began undressing and revealing their larger-than-average cocks. The woman screamed and tried to free herself. One of the men slapped her across the face and shoved his cock down her throat to shut her up.

Men took turns fucking her in all three holes and she started to drip with cum. I started to wish the saddle had a higher speed. My muscles were tired but I wanted more.

I felt a man behind me and turned to see one of the businessmen with his pants off and his cock hard as a rock. He approached the back of the saddle and studied the timing before he pushed into my ass and let the saddle do the rest of the work.

I watched the girl getting her holes filled and finally I knew how it felt. Inside of me, the dildo in my pussy rubbed against the man's cock in my ass and it felt amazing. I moaned and gurgled around the dildo in my throat and wished that it was a real cock I could swallow and suck.

The man fucking my ass didn't last long with all the excitement. He backed out of me abruptly and came on my back. I felt the hot, thick liquid land in a stream starting at my shoulder blade. A few more spurts and he went into the bathroom to clean up. Before he had even shut the door, someone else entered me from behind.

I stopped caring who was inside of me. I stopped counting the jets of cum across my back. My body was full and I loved every minute of it. I had to focus intently on holding back orgasm after potential orgasm. I shut down my mind. I had no idea how I was accomplishing it. 

I stared at the LED lights on the TV and removed myself from the moment. The sound of the woman being fucked on screen disappeared. I ignored the intense pleasure I was feeling and took myself out of my own body. I looked over at Bobby sitting in the kitchen, watching. Watching him watch me stirred something inside me and I looked away.

When the video had ended, I had no idea how many times my ass had been violated. I didn't care. All I could think was, "I didn't cum!" I had accomplished it!

The men left and Bobby turned off the saddle, took the gag out and released the restraints. I lifted myself off of the dildo and let out a "WOO HOO!"

"What are you so happy about? You're covered in strangers' cum." He almost sounded disgusted.

"I didn't cum!"

"That's not a celebration in my book."

"You have no idea. That was the most difficult thing to fight off."




Page's Training Ch. 07



"Well, Nick will be thrilled." Bobby cleaned the saddle and the gag and put everything away before following me into the bathroom to wait while I showered.

My back was covered in slime and it took a while with a long-handled loofah to get it clean. I didn't care. I knew Nick would be impressed, I would avoid punishment, and I had found my way of blocking out the pleasure. I hadn't thought it was possible! 

That night when Bobby strapped me into bed, he smiled. "Off to take this out on my girlfriend! Thanks for that, Page."

"You're welcome." I smiled as he turned out the light and I heard him leave. I drifted off to sleep anxious for morning to come so that I could see the approval and pride on Nick's face. 



Page's Training Ch. 08



I awoke to the sound of Bobby's key in the door. He greeted me with a wide grin.

"My girlfriend should send you thank-you notes, girl." He removed my restraints and gave me a few minutes to curl into a ball and relax.

"Does she know about your new ... job?"

"Hell no! She would leave me! But she benefits, even if she doesn't know why!" He laughed, "I think Nick might be rubbing off on me."

"In what way? I made eye contact with him and studied his face as he spoke.

"Um, I don't know? I guess I like the idea of having what he has. Being that powerful, pushing a woman's limits." He thought for a second, looking into my eyes, "I want her to want me like you want Nick."

"I understand I think." I stretched my muscles and felt the soreness in my thighs. 

Bobby went to the closet and laid out my clothes, checking his phone as he chose the items. 

"Does Nick send you a list of what I'm suppose to wear?"

"Yup. No detail is missed, I guarantee it."

Bobby led me into the bathroom and sat on the counter while I showered. It was nice to have someone to talk to, even if he was a glorified house boy. When I was clean and dry, I waited for Bobby's instructions. 

Bobby told me to put my arms out to the side, "This is new. I wasn't given any explanation, so I apologize ahead of time." He pulled at one of my nipples until it was hard, then grabbed it and pulled out as he wrapped a small rubber bad around the nipple twice before letting go. I grimaced in pain. He did the other nipple and looked at my face, "Only while you're having breakfast."

I nodded and he led me to the dining room. I lowered myself onto the dildo on my chair and at breakfast while Bobby read me more jokes and stories out of the porn magazines from the coffee table. One of the cartoons made us laugh so hard we couldn't breathe. I'd never shared this kind of thing with a man before. Porn magazines always seemed like a man's world.

I finished eating and went into the bathroom to have the anal plug inserted and my vinyl panties put on. Bobby removed the rubber bands from my nipples and I grimaced. The blood flowed back to my now purple nubs and they began to ache.

Back in the bedroom, Bobby dressed me in the clothes he had laid out. Thigh-high stockings today with a seam up the back and lace around the tops. No garter, just the rubber strip that clung to my thigh. The bra was black, with the nipples peeking through as always and the shirt was a bright royal blue silk that grazed my nipples ever-so-slightly but send pain into my breasts from the rubber bands. 

Bobby tucked the shirt into the professional black skirt that had been altered to be about 6" above the knee. Any slight bending or kneeling to pick something up and the top of the stockings would show. My heart began to race thinking of eyes on me. My nipples were never more obvious.

Bobby handed me the black heels and admired his work, "That outfit is so sexy. I wish I could tell my girlfriend what to wear, I'd get her this." His eyes were fixated on my nipples. "Hair and make-up lady, then we're on our way." He left the room and turned on ESPN while he waited.

I finished getting ready and was constantly distracted by the fabric.

In the car, Bobby and I didn't talk. When we got to the office, I stepped out and he drove off to wherever he spent his days.

I ignored the stares and jaws dropping through the lobby and on the elevator. When I was in my office, I checked my email and found a video as usual. I watched the woman fucking two men and my pussy dripped as I fantasized about having two men at once. Double penetration fascinated me. My ride on the saddle the night before gave me a good indication as to how it would feel and I wanted more.

Nick called me into his office and I obeyed.

"Good Morning Page."

"Good Morning, Sir."

"You look absolutely amazing this morning."

"Thank You, Sir." 

"I have a few clients who need letters drafted. I told them I would send you right over. They're all in the same building."

"Yes, Sir." 

Nick handed me a list of his colleagues and gestured toward my coat on his coat rack. "Don't forget your coat." He smiled an evil smile and I returned it as I put the coat on. Once again, the lapels only reached halfway around my breasts so that it was impossible to button. I would again have warm shoulders and freezing nipples on my walk between buildings.

"Oh and Page!"

I turned half way out the door, "Yes Sir?"

"Obedience, Page. As always."

"Of course, Sir." I smiled and closed the door.

On the elevator, two of Nick's business friends identified me and ran their hands over my nipples, amazed that I let them do this with no retaliation.

"Nick is a lucky man."

"How can I teach my assistant to be so obedient?"

I just smiled and shrugged as the elevator dinged and their hands flew back into their pockets as I walked out.

The thin silk was especially cruel in the cold wind of outdoors. I tried to hurry to the building I had in my sights, but hurrying only made my breasts bounce more and brought more attention to my jutting nipples through the fabric. My heart started to race and I felt a fresh, warm wetness between my legs. I was starting to enjoy the humiliation!

In the building, I quickly found the first client and told his assistant who I was and she called to announce my arrival before I barged into the private office.

The man was tall and muscular, actually very handsome but older. I smiled and he gestured toward a laptop sitting on a small table only about three feet off the ground. "I talk, you type."

I walked to the laptop and looked for a chair.

"No chair, slut. Just bend over and type as I talk."

Now it was becoming clear. I bent over and placed my hands on the keys and he immediately began giving me the information for the letter. As I typed and he talked, he rolled his chair behind me and I could feel his eyes on me. I knew that the short skirt was well above my stockings from behind and the view was enticing him.

I kept typing as I felt his hands push my skirt up over my hips so that my anal plug was staring him in the face just above my sopping wet cunt. He started turning the plug in my ass, tugging on it ever-so-slightly. He slid a finger inside of me and felt his way around, I even heard him lick his finger as he paused from dictation.

I tried my best to concentrate on the words I was typing and remain professional, but the innocent way he was playing with me was intoxicating. I was seconds from begging him to fuck me when he finished up the letter, slapped my right ass cheek so that it stung and moved back behind his desk. "Print it and you can go."

"Yes, Sir." I pressed 'print' and pulled my skirt back down over my stockings and turned to leave.

The second client seemed to be a bit spineless. The view from behind must have been enticing, but he never laid a hand on me. He just watched. He was very polite and respectful and I found it odd that this now made me look at him like he was less of a man. Something was re-wiring in my brain.

The last client I visited was a chubbier man but the youngest of the three. He seemed eager and nervous. I didn't stop typing as he lifted my skirt and felt my wetness before he suddenly stabbed at me with his cock, taking a few tries to find the sloppy hole waiting for him.

I smiled as I typed, thinking he must not have much experience. He was only inside of me for three or four thrusts before he lost all control and nearly squealed as he filled my pussy with his cum. I had to finish typing the letter bent over like that with his cum dripping out of me and running down my leg into my stockings.

When the letter was done, he addressed me with a shaky voice, "Clean up your mess, whore." He was looking at the floor between my legs. There was a small puddle of cum.

I couldn't think where to begin and started looking for a towel or a tissue when he said, "Lick it up, slut."

A new lesson in humility. I knelt down with my ass in the air toward him and licked the carpet clean of his spunk.

"Now clean yourself as well."

I reached down and with one finger, gathered the cum up and down one thigh and kept eye contact with him as I licked it off of my finger. I repeated this as he nearly drooled watching me until my inner thighs were no longer wet.

"You may go." He turned back to his desk and began writing and looking busy.

The walk back was freezing, but my thoughts were occupied with my errands. I could still feel the strange man's cum inside of me and I knew more would eventually leak out. I felt a little used, yes, but it made me feel powerful. The wind up my skirt didn't help control my thoughts either.

Nick was beaming with pride when I returned to the office and checked in with him. "I get nothing but glowing reviews about you, Page. I couldn't be more pleased with your progress."

"Thank You, Sir."

"This afternoon you'll spend in your office. And tonight you'll be accompanying me to an engagement."

"Yes, Sir."

I found an MP3 player on my desk with headphones.

Page,

Put the ear buds in and let it play. There is two hours of play time. When it's quiet, you may take them out. While the ear buds are in, I want you to open your blinds on the outside windows, take your clothes off and touch yourself. You are allowed to climax as much as you like my pet. You deserve it.

Nick

I opened my blinds and let the light of day shine into the office. My window faced the building next door and a bank of office windows. Executive offices I guessed. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor and unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall as well. I sat in my chair facing the window and pressed 'play.'

Music filled my ears that I was sure I had heard in all of the videos and movies I'd been watching. Intoxicating music that made me want to gyrate my hips. I started teasing my clit with my heels propped up against the window sill, legs spread. Then I heard Nick's voice.

Interlaced with the music, Nick's voice spoke to me, "Cum for me, slut." More music. "Finger your cunt for me, Page." Music. I slid two fingers inside of me and fucked myself, letting my juices coat my skin. "Let them all watch you like the whore you are." Music. I pictured a man behind every window in my view, his cock in his hand watching me.

"You love being my dirty whore, don't you?" Music. I did feel like a whore, and I fingered my clit furiously until I came so hard my back arched and I moaned. My muscles contracted around the anal plug and the feeling intensified.

"I own you." Music. I wanted more. I went at my clit with a hunger I'd never felt. "Every time you climax, I want you to say my name." Music. "Fuck yourself, slut." I fingered myself, thrusting up to take the full length of my fingers that never felt like enough. "Let the world watch you." Music. "Your body is now public property, page." Music. "Cum for them, pet." I came again and shouted Nick's name. The contracting made me convulse and still I craved another. 

I went at myself again, "Lick your fingers, cumslut." Music. I licked my fingers and tasted my own musk. I could taste the strange man's cum as well, and I sucked like a hungry whore devouring a cock until my fingers were clean before I continued fucking myself with three fingers now. "Show me what a hungry whore you are, FUCK YOURSELF! Cum HARDER!" Music.

The anger and urgency in his voice made me climax instantly and again I moaned his name. I went back to my clit, rubbing small circles and I jerked with pleasure. "I know you want more, Page. A whore's appetite is never satisfied." Music. My imagination was running wild, going insane. I imagined men stroking their beautiful cocks in their offices, watching me violate myself. The mere thought brought on another orgasm.

When the music finally stopped, I came out of a daze and stared at my clothes on the floor. I licked my fingers clean and stood to close the blinds and then dressed myself. I was out of breath and utterly exhausted. Nick's voice still echoed in my mind and I wanted him more than ever.

My next email was a video of a man dominating a woman, making her beg for sex, slapping her when she disobeyed, and then violently fucking her until he was spent. The girl only looked hungry for more, hungry for him. I thought of Nick. Oh how I wanted him inside of me!

Page,

Bobby will be bringing the car to pick you up in 30 minutes and prepare you for me tonight. Blog about today, gather yourself and get downstairs. I imagine you're craving the real thing about now. Desire is a powerful thing, my pet.

Nick

On my way downstairs I thought about Nick's words. Was he trying to prepare me? What was the message in those words?

Bobby was his usual upbeat self, asking me about my day and making idle chit-chat. 

"Bobby, I just fucked myself for two hours straight while a building full of businessmen watched me from their office windows." I said it matter-of-factly and watched his face for a reaction.

"What?"

"You heard me."

Bobby's expression was one of shock. His eyes lowered to my stockings peeking from under my skirt and I looked at his lap to see his cock rising in curiosity. "I've been told not to touch you like that."

"Pity." I looked out the window and crossed my legs. What was I doing? Who was this person speaking through my lips? 

Bobby cleared his throat and rubbed his forehead, trying to redirect his thoughts I supposed.

When we were back in the apartment, Bobby sat on the counter and asked me more about my day while I showered. I told him everything, even a little about how it all made me feel. When I was clean, he dried me and took me into the bedroom to dress me. 

The black shirt was a peasant top, loose fitting and draping beautifully around me but so sheer that you could see my breasts clearly through it. Bobby rubbed some stimulating cream on my nipples to keep them aroused for the night. The skirt was black and ankle length but had a slit up the back so far that if I stood with my legs apart, my anal plug was the first thing you got a glimpse of.

Thigh high stockings again with black heels. My heart raced. There was no way I would be able to show my face in public like this.

I did my hair and make-up and as soon as I was finished, Nick was in the living room ready to go. He eyed me up and down, asked me to turn around for him and smiled with approval. He handed me a full length trench coat that actually buttoned and tied and we headed to the car.

"You look divine, my pet." Nick nuzzled in my neck and kissed my ear.

"Thank you, Sir." I felt myself blush. I lived for compliments from Nick.

The drive was fairly short and Nick seemed uninterested until the car stopped in front of a door. There was a bodyguard out front who seemed to know Nick and let us in. At coat check, I timidly removed my trench and handed it to Nick. 

"No worries, my little slut. This is a private club and you'll fit in perfectly." He smiled and held his arm out for me to take.

The club had a dance floor swirling with colored lights and private booths lining the balcony and lower floors. Everything looked like a V.I.P. dance club with the exception of how the women were dressed. All of the men were in slacks and button-ups, but I saw that I was actually dressed rather conservatively. Most of the skirts were much, much shorter if they could even be called skirts at all. All of their shirts were sheer like mine, if they were wearing anything other than pasties. 

Nick walked us to a booth with three other men talking amongst themselves. There was one long half circle lounge and I saw their cocktails sitting on a ledge behind the couch. The men made room for us and I sat between Nick and another man. The men began talking about golf, business, contracts, deals; my eyes were wandering the crowd.

The girls were having fun dancing, grinding on each other, I even saw one woman bent over letting another girl pull her anal plug in and push it back in, both giggling. I was so engrossed with the scene that I barely noticed the stranger next to me fondling my breasts.

I turned to look at him but he wasn't interested in my face. "Who's your girl, Nick?"

"This is Page." Nick beamed with pride. "Get up, slut. Do a twirl for them."

"Yes, Sir." I stood and walked forward into full view of everyone on the lounge and turned slowly. When I was facing them again they were all nodding with approval and curiosity. One of the men handed me a drink and patted the sofa beside him and another man. I glanced at Nick, who nodded and I sat obediently.

The drink was a margarita on the rocks, and I tasted the expensive liquor. It went down smooth and fast. Before I could ask what to do with my glass, it was taken from me and a new one put in my hand. The men were chatting and only mildly interested in fondling me and keeping me supplied with a fresh drink.

After five drinks, I felt good. I felt GOOD. My pussy was throbbing, my inhibitions were evaporating and I wanted to dance. Two girls giggled their way to our booth and sat on their men's laps. They were quickly shooed away and told to take me with them. We walked arm-in-arm to the bathroom where I was quickly grilled.

"Nick is so handsome, how did he find you?" "How long have you been with him?" "Does he let you cum?" I was dizzied with the questions and answered them as well as I could.

The blonde girl was Stacy, the brunette was Elaine, but she liked to be called Lanie. They were both gorgeous and obviously well taken care of by their men. Masters? I asked what they called them.

Stacy checked her eye make-up in the mirror, "He's my Master, and I call him 'Sir' -- the usual." Lanie agreed. As Stacy was bent over the counter, her skirt showed her entire ass and I saw her anal plug. It didn't have a base like mine; it was just a crystal, like jewelry.

"It's new, do you like it!? I'm so spoiled. Don't let the pucker jewel fool you, this thing is filling me up like you wouldn't believe. God it makes me hot. I'll give you the name of Master's guy, he's the best." 

We headed to the dance floor and for the first time in a long time, I had a girls' night. We danced, we laughed, we swapped stories, we made fun of other girls, gossiped ... and I learned more in those few hours about my new lifestyle than I could have imagined.

Lanie's Master liked rope, she had a lot of burns on her skin but the way she described the pain didn't make me feel sorry for her, it just made me wet. Stacy's Master never used rope, but he was into piercings. Stacy's nipples were pierced and so was her clit. The clit piercing looked obscene, but she assured us we should try it. She said she could have an orgasm riding a bus.

Nick gestured to me from the balcony and I excused myself from the girls. I drank two more cocktails sitting with them when it seemed like all of a sudden the men descended on me. I saw Nick stand up and lean against the balcony railing, watching. Someone had their fingers in my pussy, another was rubbing my leg, one was kissing my neck, and someone was pinching my nipples ....

I closed my eyes and opened up to them. I felt the hands, the pinching, the slapping, and the prodding. I looked into Nick's eyes as my skirt was lifted and I was lowered onto someone's cock. I rode it like my saddle and let the other men explore my body. 

Stacey bounded to the lounge and surveyed the scene. I watched as Nick sat on the edge of the couch and pulled her down onto his cock. Adrenaline surged through me as Stacey rode the cock that I craved so badly. I turned around and faced the man who was inside me and he bit my nipples as he came inside my cunt.

I was pushed onto the couch on my hands and knees and a cock was stuffed into my mouth just as another entered me from behind. Whoever was in my pussy was big and fucked me so deep that I devoured the cock in my mouth with a primal hunger, letting it push down my throat until my lips were at its base. 




Page's Training Ch. 08



The man grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth with abandon. I choked and gagged, but the cock fucking me felt so good that I only wanted more. He came in my throat and I swallowed it like milk. I sucked it dry, ready to beg for more. 

When I was finally full of cum from two men, I was rolled over onto my back and Stacey appeared above me, winked at me and went down on me. She licked and sucked the cum from my wet hole and then came up to kiss me deeply. She lowered herself onto my face and I teased her piercing with my tongue as Nick whispered in my ear,

"Suck my cum out of her pussy, my little whore. I want you to taste me."

I hungrily cleaned her fuck hole, stabbing my tongue deep inside of her to get every drop of Nick's cum. Stacey moaned and gyrated and when I could no longer taste Nick, I flicked her piercing with my tongue a few times and she came on my face, giving me even more of Nick's hidden spunk.

"Now cum for Stacey, pet. Yell my name."

Stacey was sucking my clit ever so gently and then began flicking it lightly. Nick pinched my nipples through my shirt, "Cum NOW, slut!" That angry voice again. I let loose and came so hard Nick's name came out like a desperate cry.

The men went back to their bullshitting as if nothing had happened and Stacey and I went back onto the dance floor to finish our girls' night. I couldn't believe I didn't hate her for fucking Nick. MY Nick. The Nick I'd never had. But we were comrades. And I had made two new friends in a lifestyle I was still getting used to. I was happy.



Page's Training Ch. 09



When I opened my eyes, I was relieved it was Saturday and I didn't have to be at work. I could still taste the tequila in my mouth. My body felt saturated with it. I heard Bobby in the kitchen cooking something and I waited silently for him to come take my restraints off. I was thirsty.

Bobby's head poked in and met my gaze, "Good morning! The whole apartment smells like booze, must have been a fun night out with Nick?"

I smiled, "Very. Now I'm just dehydrated."

"Yes, I've been given strict orders to re-hydrate you and pamper you today." He undid my restraints and walked with me to the bathroom. He removed my anal plug and smiled, "No more of that today."

"No plug?" I'd been wearing it for days.

"Pampering!" Bobby looked excited with an energy I did not yet possess. He left to finish in the kitchen and I finished purging my night from my body.

When I walked into the kitchen, it dawned on me that I wasn't self conscious in the slightest just waltzing into the room naked while a virtual stranger was cooking me breakfast. I smiled a little as I realized how much I had changed.

"I hope you like bacon!"

"Bacon? Really?" I was usually kept on a fairly strict vegetarian diet with very little lean meat. I never had coffee or soda, only water with lemon and tea in the morning.

"I have no idea what you did last night, wish I did, but you must have made him super happy!"

I smiled and lowered myself onto the dildo on my chair, feeling myself be filled. I thought of the night before, how good it felt to dance and have a girl's night ... and when we finally hit that horny stage of being drunk, being used and abused by our men. Perfection. Though I wished I'd earned the right to be fucked by Nick. I was trying to remain patient, but I was anxious to show him what I was learning.

I sighed. "Maybe I still have a lot more to learn."

"Why do you say that?"

"All of this training ... Nick still hasn't fucked me."

"Wow. I thought maybe that's what all of this pampering was about."

"No. It was a great club, though." I smirked in his direction, "Imagine a dance floor full of women just like me!"

"I would have come in my pants when we walked in." We laughed and ate our breakfast, Bobby reading me raunchy jokes and stories from adult magazines again. When we were finished, Bobby told me to go ahead and take a long shower and then he would come dress me.

The shower was hot and my lemon water was ice cold. I set it on the shelf in the shower and kept sipping it to replenish myself. It was nice to have a little privacy for once.

Bobby dressed me in a pair of crotch less jeans with high heels and a white bra that exposed my nipples, a sheer white cami and a plain white T-shirt. The fabric was thin and I was sure you could see the darker shade of my nipples, but the clothes felt so relaxed and comfortable compared to my work clothes that I didn't even care. 

I stood in front of the mirrored wall and couldn't even see the frayed seam in the crotch. I sat down with my knees together and still could see nothing. When I spread my legs apart, the jeans opened up and I could see my dewy slit. I smiled and Bobby and I went downstairs to meet the car.

We drove to a spa and I was booked for the Jacuzzi, the steam room, a mani-pedi, waxing and a massage. The other women in the spa were my age or younger and I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Stacy walking naked through the steam room. I called out to her and she bounced over to me.

"You're having a spa day too!? She folded her towel and when she bent over to set it on the bench next to me, I saw her jewel peaking out between her firm cheeks.

"Yes, I have my massage next and then I'm headed out."

Stacy's eyes widened, "Massage with who!?"

"I don't know?" I shrugged and leaned back to enjoy the heat.

"Oh I hope for your sake it's Justin. He's magical with his hands. And if you're lucky enough to be having a day without your plug .... He might just use you for his own pleasure." She smiled and winked at me.

"Really?" I tried to imagine what Justin looked like, what his cock looked like ... I felt a sharp pinch on my left nipple and looked up to see Stacy admiring my breasts.

"I wish my nipples were perky as often as yours seem to be."

"Master always has me so aroused, I can't really help it."

"Well you're lucky."

My name was called for my massage and I gave Stacy a kiss goodbye on the lips and she pulled my head closer and began kissing me deeply with her tongue. "I love what that tongue can do. I'll be sure to ask Master if we can have another play date soon." She smiled and let me up, but not before she got one quick pinch of a nipple.

I pondered Stacy on my way to the massage room. I had never had a girlfriend quite like that. Bisexuality didn't seem so bad, truthfully. When you're as aroused as we always were ... who really cared who got you off? You'd do just about anything.

I got Justin for my massage but quickly forgot anything about his cock once he started rubbing hot oil into my skin. Soon my entire body was slippery and relaxed. It didn't seem like more than an hour had passed when I felt Justin start rubbing my glutes. 

His thumb conveniently slipped into my crack a few times and grazed my hole. Soon his hands were spreading my cheeks apart to expose my pucker and I felt something small inserted inside of me and hot oil filling me. More was squirted in my crack and Justin folded down the bottom third of the table, then bent my legs and guided me up onto my knees, but pushed me down so I was straddling the table with my knees bent. They were strapped into place and I felt some liquid leaking out of me just as I felt Justin push into me.

Though I couldn't see Justin's cock, it felt marvelously thick and long. He stretched me slowly, being polite. At his widest he wasn't as big as my anal plug, so he seemed excited to hit his stride.

Within seconds, Justin was fucking my ass with a slow rhythm that kept me relaxed. I had to grab onto the handles at the head of the table to keep from pushing too far forward away from him. I pushed back into his cock so he could bury the full length of his cock into me and I moaned at the sensation it gave me. I desperately wanted to finger my clit, but I knew I hadn't been told that was allowed and if Nick somehow found out... My desire grew and grew and my ass was slowly fucked for the next 20 minutes. The oil inside of me kept me so lubricated that he slid in and out so easily. Justin was taking his time and it was frustrating me.

I could feel my pussy dripping with anticipation, but Justin kept focused right where he was. When a quiet timer went off, Justin increased his pace and soon enough he was pounding my ass into his hips as he glided into the home stretch. All of a sudden, he pulled out and I felt a hot stream on my back as he moaned. 

Justin politely wiped my back and ass with a hot, wet cloth and released my legs as he put the table back together. "Time's up. How do you feel?"

"Very relaxed, thank you." Also ready to lower my pussy onto the next cock that walked by me.

"Excellent. I enjoyed our time here as well; I hope you come visit us again. Be sure to drink lots of water the rest of the day." Justin left and I rolled over and stared at the ceiling.

How could I be so relaxed and so horny and desperate at the same time? I stood and left the room, heading for the locker room to shower and get dressed. What a lucky guy, Justin. To have me and all of Master's girls at his disposal ... he had landed every man's dream job.

In the car, Bobby wanted to hear all about the spa experience. His favorite part was the kiss between Stacy and me, of course. He insisted on full details.

"Where are we going now?" I realized the day was hardly over and I had no idea what was in store for me.

"Home for a nap." Bobby checked his text messages and smiled at me.

"You were instructed not to touch me, weren't you?" I was staring at the stiff bulge in his pants and spread my legs just enough to show off my slit.

Bobby cleared his throat. "Not exactly, but I do have a girlfriend and I'm faithful."

I laughed, "If that's what you call it!" I closed my legs and sipped my water the rest of the way to the apartment.

My nap was short since I could hardly force myself to fall asleep when my cunt was dripping and begging to be filled. When I woke up, Bobby was making dinner and there was music on. It sounded like something a stripper would pole dance to; the beat was sexy and throbbed with my clit that was still in great need of attention.

Bobby looked up and smiled, "Sorry about the music, your play list is all I'm aloud to put on."

"It's fine. I wouldn't expect anything else." My entire life was a sexual world now. The art on my walls, the dildos and plugs constantly violating me throughout my day, and let's not forget the various men allowed to have their way with me whenever they pleased. I took a deep breath. I wished one would take advantage of me right then. I looked over at Bobby. He was tall and cute and I knew his cock was big, I'd seen it grow in his pants numerous times.

"Dinner's ready! I made you a lemon drop as well." He set down a martini glass by my plate. Back to vegetarian.

"More alcohol? I don't think I should." That warm feeling that settled in my clit after one drink would surely make me go insane. How much trouble would I get if I seduced Bobby? 

"Nick's orders. He wants you fed and dressed with at least one cocktail in you when he picks you up." Bobby watched as I lowered myself on the dildo for the second meal of the day. He paused just long enough to make me think I could seduce him.

I sipped the lemon drop, "Mmmm. It's good."

"Thank You."

"We talk about my sexual escapades all of the time, but we never talk about yours. Tell me what your girlfriend's like in bed."

"What? Page ..."

"Just tell me."

"She's good."

"Good. That doesn't sound very exciting."

"Well what am I suppose to say to you? I watched your ass get gangbanged in your living room, our excitement is hardly worthy."

"Good point." In fact, compared to what Bobby saw and heard daily, his sex life was probably boring. "Have you ever thought of trying to bring her into the lifestyle?"

Bobby coughed and swallowed his food, "Oh no. She's NOT that kind of woman. She would find it disgusting and degrading, yada yada."

"You could find someone already IN the lifestyle? I'm sure Nick could spot one for you, or there might be single girls at the club, I don't know?"

"I'm not going to dump my girlfriend for ..."

"Amazing sex and a devoted woman who will bend to your every whim?" I took a bite of avocado and smiled seductively.

"Real life just isn't like this, Page."

"My life is."

"Exactly why I have this job! I can be sure that even if I don't have it, someone else does."

"That's no fun."

"Honestly ... I don't think I have what it takes to handle a woman like you. Nick is so ..."

"I know."

"That's just not me."

"Aren't you allowed to fuck me though? We could at least get your frustrations out? I'm sure there are things you've been wanting to do to that girlfriend of yours that she would never allow?" 

"If I asked Nick ...." Bobby shrugged, "I don't know, maybe he'd let me. No matter, I would confess everything to my girlfriend and I'd get dumped."

"You're just too good, Bobby."

"I think you're right." He opened a magazine and we began our meantime ritual of jokes and articles and centerfolds.

Before he put any clothes on me, he put clamps on my nipples with weights, my collar, and a pair of latex panties. Before he pulled the panties up, he apologized to me as he started rubbing oil on my ass and hips, then awkwardly oiled my pussy and between my ass cheeks. He told me to lie down on a towel and he poured even more oil over my pussy so that it ran down into my ass. When I stood up, he pulled up the latex and it slid across my skin. He used the towel to wipe any excess outside of the panties and put on a matching black gauze mid-thigh flowing skirt and a shirt that just tied once at the top across the front.

The weights hung freely under the shirt, pulling and pinching at my nipples and my pussy felt slippery and wet like it always did when I was ready for cock. My mind was going insane. Nick didn't help any when he arrived and insisted on having a cocktail with us before we left. That warm feeling began to spread across my crotch and I wanted Nick inside of me.

"We're going to the club again, Bobby you coming?"

"Oh, uh, no, I don't think so. My girlfriend is expecting me home."

"Nonsense. Tell her I'm taking you out. You'll see her tomorrow." Nick's commanding presence even had an effect on Bobby. Bobby grabbed his phone and furiously text his girlfriend and it was done.

On the way to the car, walking made me even more desperate for release. The oil made my pussy lips glide against one another in the sexiest way possible, I felt ready to take on anyone and anything. Nick sucking on my earlobes and kissing my neck in the car didn't help. He tugged at the weights on my nipples and I moaned and opened my legs. He pushed my knees together, "Patience, my pet."

When we arrived at the club, our coats were taken and Nick untied my shirt and left it with my coat. Now that I knew what to expect in the club, it didn't phase me one bit. We collected around the same booth with the same men and many more. There were many more women on the dance floor as well.

Nick kissed my neck as he handed me a martini and winked at Bobby, "Saturday is the club's hottest night of the week. It's not just owner and master tonight; there are single subs here as well. Who catches your eye?"

"Oh, no, really. I'm committed to my girlfriend." I could hear the hesitation in Bobby's voice.

"Page, where are your friends?"

"They're dancing, Sir." I had already spotted the girls and was waiting to be given permission to go dance.

"They're owned, no matter." He leaned into my ear, "How is your pussy enjoying the oil, my pet?"

"Very much, Sir. I've never been so aroused."

"Take them off and throw them in the waste basket over there." He gestured toward a small garbage and I did as I was instructed. Now my oiled and lubed pussy and ass were feeling the air under my skirt. When I sat back down and finished my cocktail, I was again handed another. Nick smiled at me and looked back to Bobby. "Is your girlfriend worth leaving here without a good story, Bobby? No one would ever betray a confidence here."

"No, sir, really. I'm fine."

"I don't believe you." Nick whispered to one of his colleagues and within minutes all of their girls were in the booth with us. Stacy immediately found me and with a glance at her master who gave her a nod, she sat between Nick and I and we began making out. I could taste the alcohol on her breath as well. She tugged at my clamps and I moaned as her soft lips and smooth tongue teased my mouth as only a woman's can.

"I missed you." Stacy straddled me and I began playing with her nipples, teasing them to hardness as I knew she would like. 

Nick glanced at Bobby, "You oiled her up for the night, my friend, it's only fair that you should have the first try at her."

The look on Bobby's face was priceless. He didn't know what to do with the raging hard-on in his pants. I stood up and shoved Stacy down on the couch and began licking gently at her pussy lips, presenting my ass into the air for Bobby.

He finally stood up and unzipped his pants and kneeled behind me. He looked once more at Nick who just smiled and offered me up like a prize. Bobby wasted no time sliding his cock into me. He pumped slowly at first, squeezing and smacking at my ass before he really started to pound at me with force. I could tell he'd been thinking about this moment for quite a while. He felt so good inside of me that as soon as I heard Stacy's orgasm start from the gentle sucking I'd been giving her clit, I exploded as well. 

Nick quickly pulled Stacy onto his cock and she happily bounced her self up and down. I twisted out of Bobby's hold and pushed him onto the seat and climbed on top of him so I could ride his cock and watch his face. Someone came behind me and slid their cock into my ass with perfect rhythm and I was instantly transported to a realm of nirvana as I enjoyed the sensations.

I put it out of my mind that Nick was fucking Stacy again and not me, I focused on pleasing Bobby. His face was in shock and he was lasting longer than I expected. The man behind me quickly came and pulled out, his cum didn't even have time to drip before someone else replaced him in my ass. Bobby held steady until I put his hands on my breasts and leaned over to kiss him. Wherever he'd been trying to disconnect himself, he came crashing back and buried his seed deep inside my cunt.

I stayed impaled on his cock until the man in my ass finished and pulled out, then I climbed off only to be grabbed by another man and shoved onto my knees. He pushed my head into the seat cushions and shoved his cock into my pussy roughly. He was smaller than Bobby, but he pounded at me like he was in a hurry and shot his cum inside of me, letting it mix with Bobby's. 

I lifted my head long enough to see Stacy being held up and lowered up and down onto a man's cock that was so big it was making her squeal and struggle. In a split second, my head was jerked forward and a cock was shoved into my mouth. The man didn't start slowly, just fucked my mouth like it was a pussy. I gagged and my eyes watered as I tried to match his rhythm and get focused. 

Before long, someone was fucking me from behind again. This man had a long, thick cock and used slow, deep strokes. I moaned with pleasure as I fucked the man in my mouth with my throat. He finally came in my throat and I let it slide down and swallowed all of it. As soon as he pulled out, though, he was replaced by someone else. The man with the slow, deep strokes shot what felt like a gallon of cum in my pussy and it gushed out. He pulled out and another girl quickly began licking him clean while someone entered my ass again.

When I swallowed the next batch of cum, I was lifted onto a man's cock and the man in my ass followed close behind. While they were impaling both of my holes on their dicks, my head was jerked to the side and someone shot a load of cum into my mouth for me to swallow. I looked at Stacy beside me, and girls lined up next to her, all of them sucking men and getting them hard, then close to orgasm.

As each man was close to cumming, Stacy would push them toward me and they would cum in my mouth. The line continued, the girls letting them fuck their mouths until Stacy brought them to the brink and I swallowed their cum. The men beneath me came and went and filled me with cum until I was a sticky, dripping mess smeared with cum from my back to my stomach. The mixture was oil, semen and my own juices from multiple orgasms. I was shocked at my own thoughts, telling myself I'd never felt anything more erotic.

The line finally diminished and the men went back to sipping cocktails and ignoring us. Stacy pulled me up and walked me to the bathroom to clean up. There was a small shower and I washed the buckets of cum from my body. I felt sick to my stomach and full.

"You did amazing out there." Stacy was fixing her make-up in the mirror after washing herself in the sink.

"I'm full."

Stacy laughed, "I bet you are! My first night swallowing, I threw up. You probably don't want to know how much you swallowed. Try to keep it down."

"I won't throw up." Truthfully, I wanted to do it all again. The sensation of all of my holes being filled and overflowing with cum, my mouth pleasing man after man after man, accepting their seed into my body ... somehow the thought of swallowing semen now made me horny.




Page's Training Ch. 09



When I was clean, drained, and my make-up was fixed, we spent the rest of the night drinking water and dancing. I asked Stacy what happened to Bobby and she pointed to a corner of single, un-owned women crowding around him. Some were kissing his neck, others were biting his nipples, but one of them continuously had his cock in their mouth whether he was hard or not.

"I bet he's single by tomorrow." I winked at Stacy and we went to find our Masters and go home.

We left Bobby at the club and Nick and I rode in silence toward my apartment. I didn't know what he would say, if anything.

"Did you enjoy your evening?" Nick finally broke the silence.

"Yes, Sir." I smiled and looked down at the floor.

"You did very well; the others are pleased with your willingness and refusal to question anything done to you."

"I'm glad, Sir."

"I wonder if I alone will be able to satisfy that hunger of yours?" My head jerked up as our gazes met. Was he showing insecurity!?

"Of course you will, Sir. I'm anxious for you, Sir."

"Yes, I know. How did it feel watching your friend fuck me yet again while you watched?"

"Horrible, Sir."

"Good. Your attachment to me is growing. We'll explore that a little before you and I have our time together. And believe me, Page, once we come together .... Things will be much different for you."

I smiled, "I hope so, I can't wait, Sir."

I wondered what the events of the night meant for me and my training. I had proven that my boundaries had dissolved. I was no longer embarrassed, I was no longer scared, my sexuality was in full bloom. Was that pleasing to Nick? Did it turn him on to see me covered in strangers' cum? I wondered what had happened to Bobby, what his night would be like. How would his life change tomorrow?

"I watched you while you were swallowing. Tell me your thoughts."

I thought before I spoke, "It felt ... good to accept what they gave me."

"You make it sound like a gift, Page." Nick flashed a playful smile at me.

"Isn't it a gift, Sir?"

"Indeed. Anything else?"

"Just that ... well if I think about even the smell of semen right now .... It arouses me. Thinking of swallowing it and feeling it in my throat almost throws me over the edge."

Nick didn't say anything, he just smiled at me. When we arrived at my apartment, he didn't even walk me up. "I trust you know the routine and I believe I can trust you not to break any of the rules by touching yourself tonight?"

"Of course you can, Sir."

Nick kissed me deeply and pressed me against him before he got back in the car, leaving me to myself for the first time in a long time.



Page's Training Ch. 10



When I entered the apartment, it was so quiet I didn't know what to do. I was surrounded by sex. I walked around the apartment, admiring the artwork on my walls, reading the titles of the movies on the shelves, pondering each of the toys displayed. I closed my eyes and replayed the night in my head. I felt myself wet between my legs.

Nick trusted me. I showered and brushed my teeth and fell asleep naked in my bed. My dreams were filled with images from my new life. Kissing the girls, swallowing load after load of seed ... when the sun peeked through the shades, I awoke dripping wet and ready for more.

I got up and showered, being careful not to touch myself. I was so ready for more. When I came from the bathroom, Bobby was in the kitchen cooking my breakfast as usual.

"Bobby? How was your night?" I walked naked into the living room and lowered myself onto the dildo on my chair. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It felt so good to be filled.

"Let's just say I'm here because I have no idea what to tell my girlfriend." Bobby looked tired.

"You looked like you were having fun to me." I smiled and sipped the ice cold lemon water on the table in front of me.

"Page ..." Bobby ran his fingers through his hair as he plated my food. He set the plate in front of me and sat in the chair directly across from me, as he always did.

"No need to be careful with your words, Bobby. It's me." I started on my breakfast and waited.

"That was ..." He looked out the window with a look of guilt on his face, "That was a night that all of my friends would be envious of for years to come."

"Without doubt." I had finished my water and Bobby got up to refill my glass.

"I don't know what to tell her, Page."

"Don't tell her anything."

"That's not how I operate."

I laughed and looked him in the eye, "Do you think THIS" I gestured around the apartment, "is how I operated before, Bobby? This lifestyle of no limits and strange rules can suck you in."

"It's not only that." He took a deep breath and thumbed through a magazine, "I got a strange text from Nick this morning."

"What did it say?"

"I have permission to use you as I please." He looked at me for a reaction.

I blinked, my expression blank. After last night I had thought Nick would be grooming me to fuck NICK, not Bobby. "Oh."

"Yeah, I know, weird right?"

"No, not at all. It makes sense, we're together so often. I'm sure there's a reason behind it, I trust Nick."

"Well no offense to you, you're a beautiful, sexy, amazing woman Page. But ... I'm not comfortable with this. I'm worried I'll be single within hours."

"Why?"

"Because I ...." His pause seemed thoughtful, but I detected some embarrassment. "Because I'll do it." His conscious was sweet, it made him even more attractive.

I finished my breakfast and lifted off of the dildo. Bobby's eyes met mine and he started to pick up the plate. I grabbed his wrists and shook my head. Instead, I put his hands on my breasts and kissed him. Something inside of me went on auto-pilot and I knew instinctively what to do.

"What's your fantasy, Bobby?" He was rolling my nipples between his fingers.

"What?"

"What have you always wanted to do with a woman but always felt too afraid to ask?" I met his questioning eyes, "Do it to me."

There was a moment of pause as he scanned his thoughts. I watched closely as something in his eyes snapped. He looked up at me and used a commanding voice I'd never heard from his lips, "Suck my cock."

I obediently knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants so that they fell to his ankles. His cock was half hard and when I wrapped my lips around it, it grew to full size and he began pushing it into my throat. Soon he had a handful of my hair and was fucking my face; gagging me and making my eyes water as he pushed into my throat with abandon. He slowed his pace and pulled out of my mouth. I looked up at him, waiting for my next command.

Bobby pushed me down on my hands and knees right there in the kitchen and pushed his cock deep inside of me. It felt so good to be fucked after the dreams I'd woke with. I moaned with pleasure and he shoved my head into the carpet. "Quiet, slut." I silenced myself and let him enjoy my body.

Bobby used long, deep strokes with one hand on my head, pushing down into the carpet. "You've teased me with your body long enough, Page. I'm going to have it every way I want today." His thrusts became faster and harder, "We have all day." The sound of his voice was so demanding and unlike Bobby. It made me wet to hear him assert himself.

Bobby pounded at my cunt until he roared as he came deep inside of me. He instructed me not to move and went to the toy cabinet. When he returned, he had one of the anal plugs with him, but he didn't put it in my ass as I was prepared for. Instead, he pushed it inside of my pussy and I clamped shut around it. "I want you filled with my cum today. I've watched you soak yourself with the cum of so many men ... today it's all mine."

I stood up, smiling and waited for instructions. "Clean up after your breakfast, whore." Bobby popped in a porno while I cleaned the dildo and washed the dishes. By the time I was finished, he was semi hard again. I had a feeling this repressed man was going to use me to the extreme for the day.

"Sit on my cock facing the TV. Make me cum." I walked into the room, bent over so he could remove the plug and lowered myself onto his dick. He hardened to full size within seconds. I watched the video with him as I pumped him in and out of me. The women on the screen were all naked and fondling each other. I thought of Stacy and Lanie. Imagining them kissing and sucking on my body made my thrusts faster and rougher. 

When Bobby came again, I pulled of his cock and lowered myself to my hands and knees, presenting so that he could re-insert the plug. I could feel the cum beginning to fill my insides.

"Get a vibrator off the shelf and make yourself cum." Bobby sat back, half watching the movie, half watching me as I turned the vibrator on and rested it on my clit, moaning from the sensation. It only took seconds before I was screaming with an orgasm. 

"Again."

I put the vibrator back onto my clit and came within seconds of the last.

"Again."

The next orgasm took longer to work up to, and I made sure to touch my body and play with my nipples to make it more interesting for Bobby. I moaned with frustration and whimpered when I came close but my body didn't deliver. Finally, the orgasm flooded my body through my toes and I moaned like I was in heat from the pleasure.

Bobby rolled me over onto my stomach, tore the plug out of my sopping wet pussy and buried himself inside of me. For an hour he fucked me in every way he could imagine without letting too much cum leak out of me. When he finally came, it felt powerful and his voice sounded out of control.

"My fucking GAWD! That was the best orgasm of my life, hands down." He stuffed me full of the plug and I rolled over to see his face. He was smiling. "I need a break. How about lunch? My treat." He went into my bedroom to find me some clothes.

I found him rifling through my drawers, "Nick is always telling me what to dress you in. Now it's my turn." Bobby chose a short, flowy skirt and a pink gauze button-up blouse. "No bra today." He sucked my nipples into a shaft and rolled down bands over them so they stood out. The pressure on them stung a little, but when the shirt slipped on over my breasts, the fabric hugged each nipple and made Bobby lick his lips. He reached under the skirt and fingered my clit until I moaned, "Perfect. Let's go."

We didn't have the car for the day, so we had to walk to the café on the corner. It wasn't too cold out but the slighted breeze blew the blouse around my curves and hugged my bouncing breasts. My nipples were at full attention and everyone was staring. Bobby knew it and he liked it. I still blushed when people on the street stared at me. I looked down at the pavement as we walked, unable to make eye contact with anyone's judging face.

We had a quiet lunch, reading the Sunday paper and pretending to be two of the normal people on the streets. Well, normal until Bobby led me into the men's room and bent me over a toilet in a stall to fuck me once before we left. Three men came in and pissed while he was fucking me. There must be a man code for this, no one said a word. When I was full of yet another load of Bobby's seed, he plugged me back up and we walked back to the apartment. 

Bobby's face was priceless. Not only was he glowing from the orgasms, but he smiled proudly as he watched everyone staring at my obscene nipples bouncing through my shirt. I was with him and they all knew it.

For the rest of the afternoon, Bobby took small naps while I read the books on behaving properly and the unspoken code of the lifestyle. He would wake up, hoist my ass into the air to violate my cum-filled pussy and plug me back up again. I was beginning to think the man had no limits of stamina. 

We skipped dinner because of a video that struck Bobby's perversion just right. He came in me twice during the movie. This felt nothing like being with Nick. Nick was always in command, always calculating and always had a reason for everything he did. Bobby was on a college-esque fuck fest, taking the perversions in his mind out on me. I didn't mind. I was beginning to feel full of cum, however. I was worried it would start leaking out and upset Bobby.

An hour before bed, Bobby had me lay down and he removed the plug. I was ready for him to use me again, but instead he cupped a glass around my hole and told me to stand up and squat over it. He held it in place so that when his seed began leaking out of me, he wouldn't spill a drop. When I squatted over the glass and relaxed my muscles, cum poured from inside of me. I'd never seen anything like it. I pushed a little and more poured out. 

Bobby told me to stand up and handed me the glass. I surveyed the amount. It wasn't a full cup, but it may have been nearly close. "Drink it." I looked at Bobby as if he were joking. "I saw you last night, swallowing cum like it was chocolate milk. Now drink me down." I closed my eyes and pictured the night before.

As I began swallowing Bobby's cup of jiz, I imagined a line of men, offering me their cum. I imagined the almost sweet taste of Bobby was Nick. I wanted him. Before I finished my fantasies, the glass was empty and Bobby was in awe. I felt the nagging full feeling that bordered on making me sick. I took the glass into the kitchen and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. The taste of mint quickly soothed me and I was ready to sleep.

"You have work in the morning." Bobby called from the living room, "I'll be back in the morning to get your ready for work!" I heard the door shut and I went straight to bed, exhausted.

Before I fell asleep, the phone in the apartment rang. I saw on the caller ID it was Nick.

"Hello, Sir." Was he downstairs!? Was he going to come up and have his way with me finally!?

"How was your day, pet?" His voice was so soothing to me.

"It was good, Sir."

"Did Bobby keep you busy, my little slut?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And did you like it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You were my gift to Bobby today. I'm thinking of grooming him for the lifestyle. He seems curious about it."

"Yes, Sir."

"I had to hear your voice, pet. Tomorrow at the office wouldn't have been soon enough." His words gave me hope. "We'll be together soon, Page. Just a bit more grooming and you'll be perfect."

"Yes, Sir."

"Sleep now. I'll see you at the office in the morning. You have quite a bit of writing to do tomorrow. I can't wait to hear your thoughts on this weekend we've had."

"Yes, Sir." The line went dead and I turned the phone off. 

I lay in bed going over the weekend in my mind, mentally describing the events and my feelings. Nick was right; there was so much to put into words. My new friends, my new confidence, Bobby. I pictured myself just weeks before. What would I have thought of someone who swallowed cum like it was a precious gift? I laughed. I would have been disgusted. I would have turned my nose up at me.

Something about accepting a man into my mouth spoke of trust. I was being given the gift of his most precious tool through which I could pleasure him and accept his seed into my body in the most intimate way, with all five senses. I felt myself get wet just thinking about it. I drifted off to sleep with these thoughts, empowering myself through the pleasure I knew I could give men from all walks of life. Nick had handed me back my feminine power.



Page's Training Ch. 11



As Bobby dressed me in the morning for work in my anal plug, latex panties with the dildo, thigh high stockings and my obviously altered-to-be-too-short pencil skirt, it felt predictable. Normal. 

The bra that let my nipples stand out, the tight-fitting button-up dress shirt ... the suit jacket that was never to be buttoned (the buttons on these jackets had in fact, been removed). My heels were high, my hair was always pulled back ... at any given moment I was tantalizing the masses with some sort of peek at my intimate parts. 

But after the weekend, after my previous lessons at the office ... something had changed. I wasn't embarrassed anymore. They would all stare. Given. I would constantly be wet, plugged, and smelling of sex. Given. But how many of them truly noticed? No one ever said anything to me to make me feel uncomfortable. That was something I had done to myself over and over.

Bobby handed me a travel coffee mug, "It's green tea, but at least you'll feel a bit more normal carrying one, right?" He winked and grabbed his coat on the way out the door.

Just as every other morning, we walked down the hall and down the stairs. Nick had forbidden me to use the elevator. The constant thought that anyone just three or four steps below me would see straight up my skirt was always exciting and a bit scary. I was beginning to think that some of my neighbors had started taking the stairs just to catch a glimpse if I walked past.

The car wasn't in front of the building and I turned to Bobby with a questioning look.

"One block down." He pointed to the right and I spotted the car. 

"In my own neighborhood. Of course." I started worrying a bit about making eye contact. Who knew me? Would any of my friends from my past life come looking for me and find me like this?

One city block can seem endless when you're carefully dressed to titillate with a plug up your ass and a dildo sliding in and out of you with every step you take in your seriously high heels. Exposed, that's how I felt. I felt like I was on display for the entire city. 

It made me wet.

Once we were in the car, Bobby reached over and started playing with one of my nipples. "I still have liberties, right?"

"I'd say you probably do." I smiled and looked out the window while he fondled me. The driver was watching in his rear-view mirror, I had a feeling if he'd spent years driving Nick around, he had seen far worse. It felt sexy to be watched. I started wondering what the stocky man would be like in bed, what his cock would look like, how his cum would taste ....

"We're here!" The car stopped and jerked me from my thoughts. Thanks to Bobby my nipples were at full attention and I blamed the driver for the thoughts that had made me even wetter inside those slippery panties.

I got out of the car, flashing Bobby my latex ass and stockings. I was disoriented at first, but I realized that the car was parked a block from the building's entrance as well. A second walk of shame for the morning. 

This time, I was getting so wet that my on juices were beginning to cause slipping and sliding in my panties. The dildo fucked me as I walked; my tits were at attention and bouncing for the crowd. Business men walked past, ogling my body and some literally licking their lips. How many of these men had I masturbated for just days before? Who knew?

In the elevator, three men who had fondled me before when they recognized me pounced on me at first sight. The door shut and I had one hand up my skirt, rubbing my clit through the latex while he kissed my neck and breathed on me, the other two men were sucking my nipples through my shirt. When the door dinged, the men jerked upright and stood at attention as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

A man I'd never seen got on the elevator and looked at me, lowered his eyes to my nipples and pressed the floor just above mine. 

When I got off the elevator, I went directly into Nick's office. I needed to see his face. I knocked quietly and politely, waiting for an answer as the woman who hated me eyed me from head-to-toe disapprovingly.

"Come in, Page."

I shut the door behind me, "Thank you, Sir."

"Good morning, my pet!" Nick seemed in a good mood. He stared at my breasts and smiled, "Interesting elevator ride, was it?"

I looked down and saw perfectly round wet spots where the elevator men had been sucking. "Oh ... yes, Sir. Colleagues of yours I assume."

"They are. I get frequent calls about you, Page." He surveyed the rest of me and sighed before sending me to my office to bog about the weekend. "You have emails to check as well."

"Yes, Sir." I walked quickly to my office and opened my email.

Good Morning, Page,

I hope you enjoyed your journey to work this morning. I feel you're becoming too secretive about your lifestyle. Some secrecy is important, even necessary, but to hide yourself away is just that ... hiding. You must learn to walk tall amongst the crowd just as you are and leave the questions to them. 

Please blog about this last weekend, I want your intimate thoughts and be truthful my pet. 

Nick

I blogged for over an hour about my innermost feelings about all I'd done and seen over the weekend. Just recalling it made me so wet I thought I would dehydrate. When I posted the blog, I wanted to cum. I was so worked up from my own personal account of the story. 

The next email was a video and I pressed 'play' to see Bobby at the club, surrounded by a swarm of single submissives who were kissing and biting him, sitting on his face and fucking him. I had no idea it had been that crazy. 

I watched for 45 minutes, watched him cum, the girls letting it shoot into the air and land on his body where they would lick it off and kiss each other. Bobby's eyes were big as saucers when he watched them. I watched the girls continue fucking him, rock hard despite having just given them what they wanted. 

The footage then became Bobby fucking me in the apartment. I began to blush watching him use my body. Did Nick have cameras everywhere? The lag time between each session had been cut and once Bobby came inside of me and plugged me, the video would cut to the next violation, and the next, and the next. 

I watched myself get fucked for two solid hours before the final shot of me swallowing down a glass of Bobby's collected cum. I was rocking back and forth in my chair, pushing the anal plug in, then pushing down on the dildo in my panties. I was starting to think I wouldn't be able to contain myself.

The video ended and I checked the next email. 

Page,

I do hope you enjoyed watching yourself. You're a very sexy woman, my pet. I'm still a bit worried about your shyness, though it is so very appealing at the same time. My slave will not be shy, Page. No mousy, downcast eyes allowed. We will work on this for the week. 

Now, as of today your privacy is no longer. I have arranged for you to always have a companion with you, day and night. You will not know these people and they will trade shifts as I have instructed. You needn't worry about any of it. 

Eat your lunch as you read the next email. Your companion will arrive shortly.

Nick

I opened the refrigerator to get my lunch out and began watching the video in the next email. It was two women having sex; there were strap-ons, vibrators and every kink you could imagine.

My office door opened and a woman walked in, shutting the door behind her. My heart raced. She glanced at me and sat down, facing me, on the couch to read her Vogue magazine. She didn't say a word, just read her magazine and gave wide-eyed glances at the computer screen. 

My heart was racing. I couldn't touch myself in front of this woman! I couldn't even rock back and forth on my dildo without feeling utterly mortified. Was this what Nick was talking about? After all I'd been through I was still shy?

I felt the woman judging me from the couch as I ate my lunch and watched two lesbians screaming for God and shoving things inside of each other. My pussy was still dripping wet and getting wetter, but I felt stiff and unsure under the watchful eye of Betty Eclogue in my office.

When I was finished with lunch, I had to use the bathroom. Sure enough, Betty followed me. She shut the door behind her and stood against it with her magazine. I didn't say anything for fear of her reporting back to Nick that I hadn't been cooperative. I pulled down the vinyl panties, slid the dildo out of me and let them fall to my knees. 

I glanced at the woman before removing my anal plug and setting it on the counter while I relieved myself. These are the ugly moments of submission that no one really talks about. The human body does not cease to function because of your kinked lifestyle. The sounds associated with this were entirely humiliating.

I refused to look at Betty by the door, but I could just imagine her horrified thoughts. Then she surprised me.

Betty (who knows what her real name was) No one was ever going to tell me anyway) walked to the sink, washed the plug with the special cleaner, slathered it with a light layer of lubrication and set it back down on the counter before she went back to being the magazine-reading statue on the wall.

How much did Nick pay these people? I wondered. 

Once I was clean, re-stuffed, dressed and washed, we both returned to the office and I continued watching videos for the afternoon while Betty sniffed perfume samples and took a quiz in her precious fashion Bible.

At 4:45 Betty gathered her things and walked out of my office. I spent fifteen minutes blogging about the day as requested in an email, posted the blog and gathered my own things to leave. At the elevator a man was standing, waiting for me. Babysitter number two.

The man just followed me and lurked a little behind me as I made my way through the lobby to the car. I didn't know whether to direct my attention toward the eyes staring at my breasts or to worry about where my babysitting stalker was behind me.

He got into the car with me a block from the main entrance and when we got to my apartment (or a block from it) he followed me inside and sat on the couch to enjoy some of my incredibly intellectual coffee table reading.

Bobby was cooking dinner and in high spirits. "Page! How was your day?"

"Weird. Yours?"

"Fabulous. I think."

"You think?"

"Nick asked me if I wanted to be groomed to be in the lifestyle! He said he watched the videos of you and I yesterday and he thinks I have potential. What do you think?"

"I trust Nick, if he says you do, then I believe you do." I sneaked a quick glance at the man in the living room and gave Bobby a questioning look.

"The rules are the rules!" He shrugged and kept cooking, "So I have a dilemma. I don't know whether to try to bring my girlfriend into this or to find a single submissive and train her?"

"I guess that depends on what kind of relationship you want with your submissive?"

"What do you mean?"

I grabbed a book of the shelf that I had been reading about submissive behavior and expectations, "This book talks a lot about what is expected of us in relationships and it discusses different types of domination and master styles as well." I handed him the book.

"I guess I never thought about it."

"That's another thing, Bobby; this Dom job is all about thinking. Thinking and plotting and digging into your sub's mind and personal desires. I'm not sure you can train your own sub without exploring a lot about yourself first." I went into the bathroom to remove the panties before dinner. When I returned to the kitchen, Bobby was still stuck in his own thoughts.

"You're exactly right. I won't make any major changes just yet." He served up dinner and sat across from me, eating quietly. I lowered onto the thick dildo and moaned with pleasure. I caught my living room stalker watching with interest.

"I think it's a really big decision, Bobby."

"I know. I need to be financially stable before I can really support a sub. I mean, all of this isn't cheap!" He gestured around the apartment.

"I'd never thought about it. You're right." I had a feeling I hadn't thought of a lot of things involving this lifestyle yet. For example, where did Nick live?

My thoughts were interrupted by Bobby again, "If you're done eating, you better get cleaned up. You'll have visitors soon. Naked would be ideal I'm sure."

I went into the bedroom and removed my clothes. As I walked through the living room on my way to the kitchen, I felt the stranger's eyes on me. I began to blush at my own nudity. Was this person in the lifestyle? Was he a random man off the street? I would never really know.

There was a knock at the door before I ever reached the kitchen and Bobby opened it for two men. I smiled. Only two? Then my heart began to race when I thought of the stranger watching whatever would be done to me. I felt my face flush red.

"Page, let's get the men some drinks." Bobby took their coats and asked what their poison was. Vodka on the rocks men. I went into the kitchen and made their drinks. The stranger moved to the kitchen table as the men occupied the couch.

Bobby had set up the saddle facing the TV screen as usual. I climbed onto the saddle, lowering myself onto the dildo. It was thick but it was never too long, just enough to fill me and give me a good fucking. Bobby tied my ankles back and cuffed my hands behind my back before he shoved the dildo gag into my mouth and fastened it behind my head.

Bobby also put nipple clamps on me that had weights attached to them. He tightened them until he saw me cringe and the pinching pain surged through each breast. The weights pulled down slightly and made the pain more intense. 

Instead of flipping the switch I usually saw him use, he reached down lower and flipped a different switch that set a piston into motion below me. Instead of rocking back and forth and slowly fucking the dildo, I began bouncing on the thick cock.

With each bounce, gravity forced the dildo further into me and my screams were muffled by the gag stuffed down my throat. My muscles tensed to keep me balanced and when I opened my eyes, there were three men on the screen tying a woman down who was kicking and screaming and fighting.

She lost the fight, of course, and to quiet her screams they stuffed her panties into her mouth. Each man took his turn using her body as a cum receptacle, thrusting into her so hard you could hear them hit bottom.

I focused on my own pain as the tip of the dildo rammed into my cervix over and over. The men on the couch just watched, they never touched me. 

Every bounce caused the weights on my nipples to pull harder as well. My tits were bouncing obscenely and the weights were going wild in all directions. I peeked over at the man in the kitchen, wide eyed and watching as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The heat and embarrassment rushed to my face and in that moment I was humiliated. His hard on was obscene trying to escape his pants. 

The woman on the screen eventually stopped trying to fight it and after about 30 minutes I got the feeling she was reluctantly starting to enjoy her attackers. The muffled cries sounded more like moaning now, as did my own.

The dildo was roughly violating me and though I hated to admit it, I loved it. I shut out the men on the couch, I ignored the stranger in the kitchen and I focused on what was happening to my body in those moments.

I was feeling pain and pleasure with nearly every sense I had and before long, with the plug in my ass pressing against the dildo, I finally came violently. It felt like my body was trying to fight the pain with intense pleasure and the guttural cry from my throat was unmistakable, even as muffled as it was.

As soon as the pleasure began to subside and reality seeped into my mind, I realized I was still being watched. I always assumed whoever was on the couch or fucking me while I was on the saddle was in the lifestyle and completely accustomed to these antics. But the stranger ....

His look was half horror and half hunger. Who would he tell about this? Nick was right, what I was would no longer be a secret. Average, ordinary people walking the streets would know full well what I was and what I did.

People I had never seen on the street would know. I was officially a man's whore. His play thing. His obedient slave who willingly allowed her body to be tortured and ... loved every minute of it. 

The thought of these facts being known by strangers who may spot me on the street and point me out to friends was oddly arousing in that moment. I tried to channel my inner exhibitionist and pretend that I wanted them to watch, that I secretly wanted them all to know.

The humiliation brought me to my next orgasm, which tickled and tingled long before I actually came. The build-up was so intense that I felt a cry like a cat in heat rise from my throat.

Bobby switched the saddle setting back to the rocking motion and I found myself slightly disappointed that the pounding was over. 

The two men came close by the saddle, stroking their cocks as Bobby removed the gag and I breathlessly licked my lips and swallowed. Each of them brought their cock to my face as they got close to cumming and aimed the tip into my mouth.

I swallowed each of them hungrily and licked the tip clean.

The men finished their drinks in one gulp, grabbed their coats and left. The man in the kitchen was given a signal and he too left quickly, his dick pressing at his pants with no release.

Bobby said nothing as he pulled his pants down and walked to the saddle, stroking himself. He stood beside me, watching my body, glancing at the movie and watching the violated woman soaked in cum.

I kept eye contact with Bobby as he watched me. In no time at all, it all hit him at once and he shoved my head down on his cock and came into my throat.

For the next few days, things changed. Someone I'd never seen would always be watching nearby as I was watching videos in the office, which became less embarrassing though I still refused to let my guard down and rock in my chair to gain a bit more pleasure.

But Nick had forbid me to cum. There were no visitors coming by the apartment at night aside from the ever-present strangers and I wasn't allowed on the saddle. Bobby would tie my arms and legs and lay me on the couch to watch movie after movie after movie until it was time to go to bed.

I was constantly wet and wishing I could just cum once. I didn't dare complain or beg to cum like I wanted to. I endured, becoming increasingly horny and irritable. I wasn't even allowed my latex panties with the dildo. I was spending my days with no panties at all, just my anal plug and the fluids dripping from my pussy and smearing my inner thighs to a nearly embarrassing degree.

When Friday night arrived, I was anxiously anticipating trips to the club where I knew Stacie and Lanie would lick my clit and I could cum. But there were to be no trips to the club. 

Instead, Nick held intimate parties of his colleagues in the apartment. I was gagged with a dildo tickling my throat and tied to the bed on my knees with my face on the rubber sheet beneath me. My ass was in the air on display and the only light on in the room was a red light bulb in the lamp by the window. The blinds on the window were removed and the windows of the apartment building next door had full view of the room.

I could hear women laughing and talking in the apartment and I could hear moans and squeals as people were fucking in the other rooms. Nick's colleagues would make quick trips into the room to stroke themselves for a quick few seconds before sliding their shafts into my dripping wet pussy to cum inside of me.

There was never more than just a few strokes before they would blast their seed into me and leave the room. I guessed that the fucking in the other room was just to get them close so they could tease me with the tail end of their romp.




Page's Training Ch. 11



I began whimpering, silently begging someone to stay just a little longer or to at least fondle my clit and relieve my intense desire. Of course no one did.

The cum began to drip out of me and form a puddle under me and I could smell it. Damn it if I wouldn't have licked it up for one orgasm. The air in the room cooled the fluids coating my pussy and I could feel the wetness constantly. My hunger only grew.

One man came into the room and scooped up some of the puddle and smeared it in wide circles onto my ass cheeks, slapping them until it stung before he jammed his cock into me with a brutal thrust and cumming with a roar.

After hours of this torment, Bobby untied me and led me into the bathroom to shower.

"Epic night! Nick throws an insane party."

"Yeah." I was bordering on pissed off. Nick had never come into the room, hadn't said one word to me all night.

"You sound pissed."

"Yeah." I was washing my hair and letting the hot water run over my body.

"Why? That had to be a turn on."

"It was, Bobby. This whole fucking week has been an intense turn on and I haven't came once."

"Oh. I can't imagine what that's like. Frustrated?"

I sighed deeply, "Yes." I was nearing my breaking point. Part of me wanted to throw myself at Nick's feet and beg him for release. Part of me wanted to punch him in the face for doing this to me. I wanted to scream out the window at the neighbors I'd caught a glimpse of during my ordeal, watching.

I was humiliated, frustrated and angry. All I wanted was Nick and he was denying me that in addition to any pleasure whatsoever. I had strangers eyeballing me day and night through every ordeal and I desperately missed my privacy. I missed the freedom of feeling like it was all okay, surrounded by people in the lifestyle who understood.

Instead, I was watched by gawking strangers who either looked at me like I was a ridiculous whore or rubbed their hard on through their pants in utter amazement. I was on display like a circus animal.

"I'm sure Nick has his reasons." Bobby didn't say anything else to me before he tucked me into bed naked and tied my wrists and ankles so that I couldn't cheat and touch myself.

In the morning, I was surprised when Bobby left me naked, impaled on a dildo at the breakfast table and Nick walked through the door as Bobby walked out.

"Good morning, my pet."

"Good morning, Sir." I tried to maintain my polite demeanor despite the fact that I wished I could spit in his face. Oh but I didn't really want to do that. I would have much rather CUM on his face.

"I'm sure you must be questioning my motives this past week."

"No, Sir." 

Nick smiled, "I appreciate your obedience, but I know you're frustrated beyond your breaking point. I'm incredibly impressed by your restraint, however. You're doing so much better than I thought you would be."

"Thank You, Sir." I picked at my breakfast and stared out the window.

"I'm allowing you to make yourself cum as often as you like today. Call it a reward for good behavior." He smiled and took a bite of eggs.

"Thank You, Sir." I looked him in the eye, questioning his sincerity for a moment.

"By any means you desire, my pet. Have a fun day." He smiled, kissed my forehead and left.

Before I could ponder this new development, the door opened and a new stranger entered. I had forgotten about these annoying spies. Bobby returned with the woman who looked like she had never had sex a day in her life with a buttoned sweater set and a Jane Austen novel.

Bobby took the liberty of turning on a movie and the woman actually gasped when a full shot of a wet pussy appeared on the large screen. She tried to compose her self and read her book on the end of the couch, but she kept sneaking ashamed peeks at the screen and blushing.

I got up from the table and sat on the other end of the couch to watch the movie. A woman was having her way with the most beautiful dick I'd ever seen. I wished I was her. 

Bobby cleaned up the kitchen as I shared the couch with the uncomfortable woman who was leaning away from my nudity.

So this was the dilemma. I could come all I wanted, but I was being forced to do it in front of shocked and disgusted strangers. Fabulous. 

My body was begging me, and I was desperate to cum but my shame kept me from laying a hand on my own body.

Bobby lay on the floor with a magazine and altered between the movie and his reading. I kept adjusting my position, trying to put pressure on my clit inconspicuously. It didn't work. Nick had said by any means I chose ....

Half way through the movie I couldn't stand it any longer. Fuck that prude. She was being paid (I assumed) to be here, what was she going to say? Nothing. I leaned back, spread my legs and began lightly fingering my clit, thoroughly enjoying the sensation after so long. I moaned and imagined it was me who was devouring that beautiful cock on screen.

Bobby put down the magazine and started watching me. The woman didn't even try to pretend she was reading. She was now staring at me in shock. I refused to give a shit; I was going to cum so many times during the day that it would make her ill.

My fingers gradually began moving in lightning fast circles as my breathing became panting and I was pinching my nipples with one hand while the other worked to give me the pleasure I'd been denied for so long.

When I finally felt the orgasm building, my body relaxed and I thrust my hips into my own fingers. I reached inside of myself to press on my G-spot as I came all over my own hand. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever had. After being denied so long, that first release was intense and never-ending.

The woman had her hand over her mouth watching me and in that instant I just despised her. I looked straight at her and licked my own cum off of my fingers slowly, just for shock factor.

She looked at her watch, gathered her things and ran out the door just as another woman entered and took her place on the couch. 

Every hour the women switched shifts, a new one coming in and regarding me as some crazy sex-starved whore who couldn't get enough. My reaction was always the same: fuck them. I was getting off and their judgment wasn't going to stop me. 

I began ignoring the shift change and just enjoying myself. I alternated between dildos, vibrators, the saddle and twice I even descended on Bobby and let him have his way with me while the straight-laced prudes watched in horror.

By dinner (I'd skipped lunch because I just didn't want to waste the time) I was exhausted and Bobby announced he was making steak. I cheered at the mention of it and showered quickly before lowering my sore pussy onto the dildo and devouring the meal.

"Busy day." Bobby smiled in my direction and gave a sideways glance at the woman who was now sitting on the couch knitting, trying to ignore the situation. Fucking KNITTING. I couldn't believe it.

"Best day ever." I giggled as I savored a piece of red meat. I beamed with pride. I had overcome another hurdle. I had embraced this new self and flaunted it in the faces of strangers. Women, nonetheless, who were completely revolted by everything they saw. I just didn't care anymore. The release was worth it.

I slept like a baby that night, unrestrained and purring like a kitten. When I awoke, I couldn't get to the office fast enough. I was on pins and needles waiting to hear what Nick would say, where things were going next. I had to see his face; I was desperate to hear what he would say to me. 

As I walked down the block to meet the car, I noticed a new air about myself. I walked with my shoulders square, the latex panties slippery with my juices and a dildo sliding in and out of my pussy on the sidewalk, my head held high in the air.

My tits bounced proudly, my nipples pushing through my shirt. I smiled at everyone who met my eyes. I understood now what I was, WHO I was. And I wouldn't have traded places with any one of them. But ... I suspected they might want a taste of the life I was living. Everyone does at least once in their lives.



Page's Training Ch. 12



I hurried to work, making Bobby rush in dressing me and made my way to Nick's office. He answered immediately when I knocked and I walked in to his smiling face.

"You, my pet, are radiant." He smiled and stared at me, taking it all in. "Just look at how you've evolved. I'm very proud, Page."

"Thank You, Sir." I could feel the pride welling up inside of me and everything I'd been through was worth it in that moment.

"We're having a special dinner this evening with clients. I expect you to leave here one hour early and Bobby will take you home and get you changed. I'll pick you up there."

"Yes, Sir."

"You have videos to watch and I want a thoughtful blog today. Dig down deep and pinpoint the shift in your attitude over the past 24 hours. I'm curious as to just how it all clicked for you."

"Yes, Sir."

"Well done, Page."

"Thank You, Sir."

"Now, go." He waved me away and picked up the phone.

"Yes, Sir." I turned and left the office smiling. I wanted nothing more than to please him, and now I knew that I had done just that.

In my office, I sat down to write about my experience the day before. I recalled every detail, how it felt to be watched, my shame, my desperate desire, my total abandon of any modesty to succumb to my own pleasure after such denial. I realized that I had let go of the last of my former self, the self that conformed to society's prude restrictions. "She" was gone and I knew now that I could never go back. 

I no longer wanted the things I had wanted in that life. Marriage? Kids? It all seemed like fairytales bobbing in front of our noses to keep us moving forward. It made me laugh to think of them now. I desired none of it. All that motivated me now was pleasing Nick, when he was happy with me, I was on top of the world.

I had been reflecting and writing for almost 2 hours when I finished. I posted the blog and opened my next email, a video as I expected.

I watched an hour video of a woman serving a table of men. She was dressed perversely sparse in what looked like nothing more than string with nipple clamps, an anal plug and a dildo gag. She served them drinks, she brought them their food, she bowed when spoken to and she sat submissively in the corner until someone asked for something or needed their plate cleared.

The men pretended like she wasn't there for the most part. Every once in a while, one of them would lean back and take notice of her, fondle her ass or pull on a nipple clamp, but the dinner was all business and the woman didn't seem phased one bit. It was an odd video and I assumed this was some sort of instruction for me on how to behave.

As I ate lunch, I watched the next video. This one was an orgy. I almost couldn't make out individuals. There were arms and legs and screams and squeals everywhere as people moved like waves over one another, pleasuring whoever they bumped into, man or woman. I was fascinated. 

After lunch, Nick had an envelope full of documents he wanted delivered to neighboring buildings. I walked the sidewalk holding my envelope, making eye contact and smiling at the passersby who stared at my protruding nipples and bouncing breasts. 

Feeling the plug in my ass with every movement combined with the dildo violating me in rhythm, I started imagining what the men would do if I pulled them into an alley and fucked their brains out. It kept my mind distracted to imagine how each of them would fuck. I even threw my head back and moaned a few times, enjoying the sensations.

When I got off of the elevator at my first delivery, the girl at the front desk disliked me immediately. Of course she did. In my past life, I would have disliked me too. She tried to be polite and direct me to the office I was looking for, but I could feel her eyes burning into me as I walked away down the hall.

The man was in his office on the phone and motioned to his desk where he wanted the document placed. Just as I laid the document down, he hung up the phone.

"You must be Page." He eyed me from head to toe with no expression.

"Yes, Sir." I smiled and waited obediently to be dismissed or otherwise used.

"Come here." I walked around the desk and stepped between his legs, waiting.

The man reached up and pinched each nipple through the fabric of my shirt, admiring their firmness. Before I knew what was happening, he stood up, pushed me down over his desk, raised my skirt above my waste and yanked the vinyl panties to my knees. The dildo made a wet sucking sound as it was jerked out of my pussy.

"I've had a horrible morning, you'll do nicely." I heard his slacks drop to the ground, weighted down with his belt and with no warning his cock pushed into my slopping wet hole. 

He wasn't gentle by any means, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back so that I was arched so far I could almost make eye contact. His cock was large and he insisted on pounding me with it, taking out his frustration on my body.

"Take it like a good whore, that's it." He started slowly pulling out the length of his shaft until just the tip was pressing against me, then he pushed the full length of himself back in. "Wet and ready like a cock loving slut." For reasons I still didn't understand, his words only made me wetter. 

He pulled on my hair and tightened his grip as he began slamming his cock balls deep into my eager cunt. I moaned with confusion and the sound came out more like a whimper of pain.

"What's the matter, cunt? Does my cock hurt your hole? Huh?" He thrust deep and hard with his words. I sensed that what he wanted was to cause me pain, so I made sure the moans that came out sounded pleading and desperate.

"That's right, you wanna be a whore, you gotta take it all and like it." Slam! Slam! Slam! "You're nothing but a worthless office whore, here for no other reason than to serve corporate cocks." Slam! Slam! Slam!

I let out a hurtful cry and clawed at the desk for emphasis. "You're not going anywhere until I fill your pussy with spunk, bitch." Slam! Slam! Slam! He was enjoying himself.

My scalp was beginning to get sore from the grip he had on my hair, but for some reason my body was urging him to continue. I could feel the lubrication and I knew my pussy was inviting him in. 

"That's right, you're not going anywhere. You like my big cock, slut? Huh? Your sloppy cunt likes it. Good pussy, stay wet for me." He picked up the pace and stopped slamming into me, I could feel the blood rushing to his dick as it swelled before he pushed deep into me and roared as he came, filling me up.

When he was finished, he let go of my hair and fondled me ass as he jostled his spent member inside of me before pulling out. "Pull up those panties and get a move on, whore. You shouldn't be late to your appointments." 

He dressed himself without asking me to lick him clean and sat back at his desk as I combed my hair straight with my fingers and pulled up my panties, sliding the dildo into my sloppy pussy that was now dripping with cum. 

When I had lowered my skirt, I cleared my throat to compose myself and walked out the door with my envelope, headed to another office on the same floor.

The second office had a chubby bald man pacing the floor on a conference call. I laid his documents on his desk and waited as I had before. He snapped his fingers and motioned toward the desk, not missing a beat with his conversation.

I faced the desk, pulled up my skirt and pulled the panties down to my knees as they had been in the last office. There was cum smeared in my panties, on my dildo and still inside of me. This didn't faze the chubby man as he began mindlessly fucking me from behind and carrying on his conference call.

I listened to almost an entire meeting before the put his own hand over his mouth and shot his load into me silently. He pulled his dick out of me, snapped his fingers and pointed down, waiting to be cleaned.

I pulled up my panties, letting his cum mingle with the other man's in the vinyl panties. I pulled down my skirt and kneeled down to take his cock into my mouth and lick it clean. I sucked some wetness from his balls before I was finished and gathered my things to leave him to finish his call.

As I rode the elevator down, I could feel the warm sticky fluids sliding out of me and wondered why it turned me on.

The walk to the next building was torturous. Inside the vinyl panties was so slippery and wet with my own juices mingling with semen, rubbing the vinyl on my skin that my senses were going wild. I couldn't look at a man without wanting him to take me in the street.

The next man fucked me up against his picture window while his apparent assistant watched from the couch in the corner of the room. She was forced to swallow his cum and clean him up as I gathered myself to leave. I assumed it was some sort of punishment, but it was none of my business.

I made nine deliveries, each a very different man with very unique tastes. One man fucked me on a rubber couch in his office, pulled out, shot his spunk on the couch and watched with hungry eyes as I licked it up.

Another man simply watched me touch my dripping wet pussy while he jerked off, eventually shoving my head down onto him as he came in my throat. Corporate men have the strangest ways of getting through their day.

When I arrived back at Nick's office, he was all smiles. "You've had a busy afternoon, pet."

"Yes, Sir." I was soaked in cum and desperate for release.

"Shower and clean up, you leave in 30 minutes to dress for dinner."

"Shower, Sir?" I thought I would be showering back at home.

"One of the closets in your bathroom isn't actually a closet, it's a shower. Now go." Nick picked up his phone and went back to work.

I found the closet he was speaking of and hesitated for a moment. Inside the closet was indeed a shower; however the far side of the shower was a window from floor to ceiling. I noticed that it faced the same direction the window in my office faced, shrugged and started the water so it would warm up while I undressed.

I laid the panties in the sink, soaked in sexual waste and shut the closet door behind me as I stepped into the shower. The shower was well vented and the window hardly fogged. I began rubbing my body with the bar of soap in the shower and washing the cum off myself. I closed my eyes and began picturing my encounters of the afternoon, washing between my legs slowly.

I paid extra attention to cleaning my clit and pinching my nipples while they were slippery with soap. Something about pleasing these men was deeply satisfying. I felt obedient and that made me feel sexy. 

When I was done showering, I found the vinyl panties and dildo had been thoroughly cleaned and were waiting for me. I dressed quickly and headed downstairs where Bobby was waiting with the car. My thoughts were all over the map wondering what this dinner was going to be like.

Bobby walked up to the apartment with me and watched me undress. He was blabbing about Nick enrolling him in college and his classes. I assumed Nick wanted him to be an educated man if he was going to be successful and enter the lifestyle. There just weren't middle-class men in these circles.

When I was clean and had put on my make-up light and naturally but flawless just the way Nick liked, Bobby led me into the bedroom to dress me. 

I only put on three items for the night. I had a pair of black, crotch less, shiny vinyl leggings that exposed me entirely front and back with a sheer jersey tie top. The top was sheer white with long sleeves and wrapped just around my breasts and tied in between in a neat knot. The fabric was so sheer that I was essentially topless. 

Before I'd finished fastening my shiny, black vinyl 4" heels, Nick came into the apartment and called for me. I hurried into the living room all dressed, my hair in a high ponytail.

"You look amazing, Page." Nick's beaming look made me blush. I loved the way he said my name.

"Thank You, Sir."

"I have something for you." He held out a small black box for me to take.

I opened the box and sitting in red velvet inside was a jeweled anal plug just like Stacie's. I smiled with excitement, "Thank You! May I wear it tonight!?"

"Of course you may. Have Bobby put it in and I'll meet you in the car."

Stacie hadn't lied. The plug was just as big as my latex plug but shaped differently and was about an inch longer. This one looked more like large glass beads on a thick pole. Instead of tapering down to a flat base, it tapered down to a small glass rod with a blue jewel that would elegantly just hide my pucker. 

I bent over the couch and spread my legs as Bobby pulled out my vinyl plug slowly, put a small amount of lube on the new glass plug and slowly pushed it into me. I moaned as it stretched me and then filled me.

"I'll never stop loving the sounds you make when I plug you." Bobby slapped my ass and stood up straight, ready to go. 

I bent over slightly and asked Bobby if he could see the jewel.

"It's perfect, Page, really." I stepped out into the hallway and Bobby yelled after me, "Hey! You need a coat!"

I stepped back into the apartment, too distracted to think straight.

"You may be enormously proud of yourself in this new life, but society still has decency laws and we don't need you to have a criminal record, now do we?"

"You're right. I forgot." I shook my head and let Bobby put me in a knee-length white trench and tie me closed.

Before I got into the car, Nick had me back up to the door and bend over a little, lifting the trench so he could see the jewel as well. "Beautiful! Do you love it?"

"I do!" I slid across the seat next to him and Bobby climbed in as well. I hadn't noticed, but Bobby had changed into a suit and seemed to be going with us.

"Page, it's important tonight to behave appropriately. You and the other girls will be kept aside until you're wanted. Remember your manners; this isn't a group of males to be coy with. Obey. If you don't, each man will punish you as he sees fit."

"Yes, Sir."

Nick reached over and untied my jacket and opened it. He brushed his palm over each nipple and spread my legs apart and started fingering my clit as he kissed my neck. Bobby pushed the shirt up over my tits and started sucking my nipples. The sensations were gentle and soft and I felt myself getting wet.

They continued the whole 20 minute drive and when we arrived, I was moaning and writhing in the seat, the driver's eyes wide in the rear-view mirror, watching.

Bobby pulled my shirt back down over my breasts and Nick tied the coat while they both tried to calm down.

When we got out of the car, I noticed that Nick and Bobby weren't the only two men with hard-ons from the drive. We went immediately to coat check and I removed the trench and took Nick's arm into the foyer.

The house was impeccably decorated with rich woods and red fabrics. I noticed a few other girls heading to the left of the wide sweeping staircase and the men were shifting to the right of it. Nick patted my hand without looking in my direction and I dropped my arm from his and moved away from him and Bobby.

Nick was introducing Bobby to all of his colleagues and I found a room full of girls dressed exactly like me. Stacie grabbed me immediately and pulled me to a corner with her and Lanie. I bent over to show them my new jeweled plug and they squealed with excitement.

"Has he fucked you yet, Page?" Lanie was smoking a cigarette and smiling with excitement.

"Not yet." It felt shameful to admit it.

"Don't worry, he will soon." Stacie winked at me, "He was fixed last year, he and the wife are done having kids. I'm sure he'll fill you with that yummy tasting spunk every chance he has!"

My heart fluttered, "Wife?" It had never occurred to me to even ask about his marital status.

"Nearly all of them are married, Page. They have to have magazine spread wives and families, flaunting us around town in front of cameras and interviews would be comical." She and Lanie laughed.

"Yeah, it makes sense." I was a concubine? I felt betrayed, devastated. I had begun to think of Nick as 'mine.'

"Honey, you didn't think he was going to be all yours, did you?" Stacie put her hand on my shoulder.

"No, of course not." I was embarrassed to admit it.

"We all do it, Page." Lanie puffed on her cigarette, "Trust me, the wife knows about you, now it's your turn to know about the wife."

"She knows about me? About his lifestyle?" I couldn't imagine a woman out there in the world putting up with her husband living this life.

"All the wives know. They just don't care." Stacie smiled and pulled me closer to her, "When it's time to make a new baby for the photos, you're always put on the back burner and some house man watches over you and carries out instructions, but you hardly ever see your Master."

"But Nick already has kids ..." I was still trying to process.

"Yeah, daughters. Two. They're really young, he's not around much. Master said he wanted sons. I'm guessing that's why he's taken to Bobby so well." Lanie was enjoying her nicotine.

"None of them married for love, Page. They were never looking for that. But with their station in life, they had the responsibility to take wives and start families. That's why all the safety precautions are in place."

"Safety precautions? Stacie was a wealth of information.

"Oh yeah. They all get blood tests every year, anyone new coming in has to be screened before they can fuck anyone else. Did you have blood tests?"

"No, I ..." I thought about why Nick hadn't had me tested, then I remembered when I'd been hired, "I gave blood for a blood drive at work the first week I was there .... Before Nick ..."

"Oh he definitely scoped you out, then."

I was wrapping my head around all of the information. I was a married man's toy.

"Don't let it bring you down." Stacie shook me back to life, "You like your situation, right?"

I nodded.

"See? That's all that matters. We're taken care of, we're spoiled, we're never lonely or bored and ... we're free of inhibitions that bind most people."

"You're right." I knew what Nick meant to me and that was all that mattered. Look at all the time and effort he had put into my training and lifestyle. Maybe I would never curl up in fluffy sheets next to him and sleep through the night like I had in my fantasies of what we would be, but I belonged to him.

A tall woman in heels and a tight bun wearing a red dress and red lipstick waltzed into the room, "Page!" She yelled my name out like roll call.

"Here!" I ran to the woman, waiting.

"This way." She turned and walked out of the room and around the stairs, with me following. I kept my eyes on the floor and my hands to my sides obediently but made sure to let my hips sway in that sexy way I had gotten used to doing so that the dildo I wore daily would fuck me just right as I walked.

I was nervous. My pussy was exposed and my nipples were hard and pressing very visibly through the thin fabric of my shirt.

The woman led me through the room where men were lingering and sipping cocktails. I could feel their eyes on me but no one spoke to me and I forced myself not to make eye contact with anyone. I tried to make myself invisible like the girl in the video had.

The anticipation of the unknown was exciting me and I could feel the wetness between my legs spreading.

The woman left me at Nick's side and walked away. I kept my eyes downcast and waited. Nick was standing in a semi-circle of men talking. When the attention was turned to me, the conversation halted and one of the men stepped toward me, looking down at my face and slid a finger between the lips of my pussy and into my cunt.

"She's dripping wet, Nick. Nicely done." He removed his finger and tasted me. "She's sweet."




Page's Training Ch. 12



Nick put his hand on my shoulder, "Turn around and bend over for Mr. Forbe."

I turned around and bent over, spreading my legs apart and resting my hands on the floor. I felt the man's cock slide into me with ease and the conversation started up again. They were casually talking about stock trading and the market as I was slowly fucked from behind.

Mr. Forbe had a thick cock, but it was rather short and when he buried himself inside of me, he caused no pain at all. Soon he was stroking faster and slamming my ass into his thighs with force. In no time at all and with no restraint, he buried himself inside of me and filled me with his cum.

Mr. Forbe slapped me on the ass cheek and pulled out of me. "Get back to the girls, slut." He zipped up his slacks as I stood up and walked away.

On my way through the crowd, I noticed other girls doing the same as I had done. When I was back in the room, I could feel the semen starting to leak out of me. Stacie smiled and guided me to a couch.

"Lay back and I'll clean you up." She winked at me as she started to lick and suck my pussy clean, savoring the taste of sex as she pushed her tongue inside of me to coax the rest out. I gave a push to help her and heard her squeal with delight as she began licking the cum out of my hole.

When I was close to orgasm, Stacie started slowly sucking my clit and pinching it between her lips in a perfect rhythm. I let go and moaned with ecstasy at the feel of it. I felt the last of Mr. Forbe's seed gush out of me and without skipping a beat, Stacie made sure I was squeaky clean.

Stacie leaned back on her heels and smiled at me, "Who wants to be the WIFE?" We both laughed and I stood up to resume our conversation.

Throughout the night we were all called out numerous times to service the men, even crawl on their laps during dinner and ride their poles until they were satisfied.

When I was called out to the dinner table, there were several girls who had been called to serve the men their drinks during dinner and several more straddling men as I was about to. The table was long and rectangular and seemed to go forever. Several naked women with large fake breasts standing upright were lying on the table, sushi strategically placed all over their bodies as the men took what they wanted to eat with chopsticks.

I was brought around the table to a younger man in his thirties with gorgeous green eyes. He scooted his chair back a little and I straddled him and lowered myself onto his cock. He was enormous and I fought hard not to throw my head back and moan as he filled me up over and over.

Unlike the rest of the men, he was very verbal while I fucked him at the table. He pinched my nipples and sucked on each one, then slapped them lightly to watch them bounce. "That's it, slut, take it all." He grabbed my hips and pressed me down on him until his full shaft was inside of me.

I was so full that the ache deep inside started and I let out a small grunt of pleasure. This made him smile. He picked me up with ease until just the tip of his cock was inside of me then dropped me on his lap, slamming his cock deep into me. Soft, quiet moans escaped my lips each time he did it.

When he lost interest in impaling me, he let me ride him smoothly, feeling every inch of him. Again, unlike the other men he began using his thumb to rub my clit and kept talking. "Cum on my dick, whore." The way he said it in such a commanding voice sent tingles all through my body and I felt the orgasm building.

"That's it" he whispered, "My cock feels good, doesn't it?" 

I nodded and managed a breathless, "Yes, Sir." and let the feeling build inside of me as he rubbed me off. 

"Good slut, that's it. Cum for me." I felt it closer but couldn't cross the threshold. He reached up and twisted both of my nipples roughly as he pulled on them, "Cum, bitch." That did it; I felt the explosion in my cunt, hugging his dick with each contraction.

Before the throbbing subsided, he pushed me down on him and came so deep inside of me I thought it would come out of my mouth. It had all been so quiet against the backdrop of the dinner conversation and laughter that it was hard to believe it had happened at all.

I lifted up off of him and he pushed me under the table and forced his cock into my mouth to be cleaned. I obediently took him into my throat and licked and sucked his cock and balls until there wasn't a trace of evidence that he'd just been fucked.

When I got back to the room, I made sure to describe the man and ask who he was. Stacie smiled knowingly and nodded, "That's Jake Grimm. He is HOT! I'm so jealous you got to fuck him!"

"It was ..." I had no words.

"I know, he's a great fuck." Lanie had a glass of wine now. "His girl left the lifestyle a few months ago; he's been coming solo to these events. He even scans the club for single subs."

"I wish switching doms was allowed." Stacie winked at me. 

"Who would leave HIM?" The man was beautiful.

"She was all about the fantasy of this lifestyle, but she was not the type to actually live in it. Some people just want to try it out; I guess she was one of them."

I tried to imagine leaving the lifestyle now that I was just settling into my new self. How could I sit at a desk and do paperwork all day now? How could I have normal girlfriends now? 

Bobby came into the room and told me it was time to leave. I hugged Lanie and Stacie but didn't get way before Stacie pressed herself against me and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. For some reason, kissing Stacie felt completely normal. She was soft and passionate and when she kissed, you could feel that she meant it.

On the way to the car, Bobby had to question me about Stacie of course. I rolled my eyes, "You have a long way to go, Bobby."

Nick was waiting at the car with my jacket and put it on me and tied it, letting me get into the car first. Bobby didn't get in with us. I gave Nick a questioning look but didn't say anything.

"What a productive evening. Work next week will be busy with all of the new projects coming up." He smiled at me, "But the rest of THIS week ... we're going to be incredibly distracted." He winked. 

I felt my eyes widen, but didn't know what to say.

"You've come into your own, Page. You're so ... perfect. I've arranged for us to have time alone tomorrow night. I can't wait any longer to have you."

"Really!?" I lost all formality and threw my arms around him.

Nick just laughed at me and took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. The smell of him intoxicated me. "No more waiting, pet. After watching you with Mr. Grimm tonight ... I know you're ready and I've never wanted you more than I did watching you fuck him."

"I've wanted you for so long...." What else could I say?

"I know, pet. Like I said, no more waiting. We'll stay at the townhouse, it's owned by the collective group in the lifestyle. Private gardens, a pool and all the toys we need. Wait until you see it, it's perfect."

I stared out the window and watched the city lights as the driver took us to the apartment. The story of the wife and kids was never further from my mind, doubts of what I meant to Nick evaporated. I leaned back and closed my eyes and imagined Nick's beautiful cock sliding inside of me, the smell of him intoxicating me, the sound of his commanding voice making me cum on demand ...



Page's Training Ch. 13



I didn't go into the office the day after the dinner party. Nick wanted to spend time at the townhouse and he had booked it for a week. We were going to celebrate my progress and discuss our permanent contract and commitment. I was excited and nervous at the same time.

Nick sent me to the spa for the entire morning to freshen things up and relax me. I knew it was more about up-keep than a reward, but it felt so nice to be pampered. I was even allowed to wear normal loose-fitting jeans WITH a crotch and a long-sleeved shirt with tennis shoes for the day! 

When the spa appointments were over, Bobby had been instructed to take me for a bit of shopping for things I would need for the week. Clothes.

"But I already have a ton of clothes that he's bought for me." I was protesting clothes shopping again.

"Page, those are office and socializing clothes. Now that he'll have you in his own environment, you need a few more things." Bobby checked the list as we headed into a store with the windows darkened.

Inside, the store looked like an expensive and classy lingerie store. There were nightgowns and teddies and slippers and bras and panties. A beautiful, tall woman with a sly smile greeted us. She took Bobby's list and guided me to a dressing room. She began hanging things on hooks and rods and instructing me to try each thing on and come out for a fitting.

It took over an hour to try everything on. Bras were marked for the tailor so that the nipples could be cut out and hemmed; panties were marked for altering as well, though I didn't know for what. I usually wore my vinyl panties with the dildo or nothing at all. The nightgowns were marked to be hemmed just above the curve of my ass cheeks, some were sheer fabric that felt as thin as air and others were silk. 

The teddies were very few, apparently not one of Nick's favorite items. They were all boy short rompers, one black fishnet, one white lace and one black lace. They were incredibly comfortable.

All of the slippers that were chosen were high-heeled of course. No feathers and frills, apparently Nick was not a fan.

A couple pairs of lounging pants were thrown into the mix as well, though they were entirely see-through in whatever color was chosen. The robes were even sheer fabric. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever be warm? Then the thought crossed my mind: What if I didn't have time to think about it?

When we were finished, Bobby called the tailor and put a rush on everything, to be delivered late that afternoon at the address he gave them. 

When we arrived back at my apartment, Bobby began filling my suitcase with things Nick had requested. "You're supposed to wear nothing but the black heels and black trench coat to the house."

"Not even my plug?"

"Not even!" Bobby smiled. "Just you and your collar."

I began undressing and put my clothes into the laundry. I put on the thin choker, grabbed the black heels and Bobby put my trench on by the door.

When we arrived at the house, the staff immediately hopped-to, doing everything for us; opening doors, carrying suitcases, taking our coats. I was hesitant at first, but Bobby raised his eyebrows at me and I handed the man my coat and stood in the huge house naked but for my necklace and heels. 

An older, hard-looking man with gray hair approached us. "I'm to let you walk the grounds and familiarize yourself. Nowhere is off-limits. Be comfortable. The Master is due within the hour from the office." He turned and walked into another room and disappeared. Silence surrounded us.

"This place is intimidating." Bobby was looking at the ceilings and began wandering. I followed.

The furniture was comfortable and expensive, very minimal and masculine. There were no curtains on any windows, no doors on any rooms. I could tell I would always be watched. Every room had hardwood floors, a fireplace and rugs. The dining room was large enough to entertain in and I wondered if Nick had dinner parties with colleagues. I noticed that one of the chairs had been fitted with a dildo for me already.

"I wonder if this is our private retreat or another work environment for me?" I said it out loud without meaning to.

"I suppose it's both? Depending on the week?" Bobby was opening cupboards and marveling at the hidden toys and clamps and oils and whips and surgical equipment. "Some of these guys have some seriously kinky fetishes." He had found an equestrian closet. He picked up an anal plug with a horsetail coming out of it and whinnied.

I laughed, "Don't laugh, I may have to wear it someday!"

We went into the outside gardens, high walls all around. The yard was expansive enough that even the houses next door you could only see the roofs of no matter where you were outside. The pool was drained for the winter, but the hot tub was huge and the cover had been taken off. I walked closer and felt the steam on my legs.

"Check this out, Page!" Bobby was in a flowered corner of the garden under a large tree with a swing hanging from the largest branch. As I approached, I noticed the swing. 

It was a wooden plank with sanded, rounded edges and a thick 10" dildo protruding from the center. It was soft latex and flopped over in sort of a sad state. There were no ropes, it hung from metal rods attached with chain at the branch that allowed it to swing. Hanging from either side of the bottom of the swing were short chains with small leash clips. Bobby pointed to the same thing hanging from each rod.

Before we could contemplate that, one of the staff came into the yard and announced that Nick would be arriving in 20 minutes and I was to be ready. We followed him into the house and up the stairs in to what I assumed would be my bedroom for the week. The bed was enormous with four posts that went to the ceiling. On each post was a leather cuff hanging from a chain and in the center of the headboard was a leather collar on a chain.

I switched my focus to the staff member who was waiting to give me instructions. "You will be taken care of this week by the staff. Your attendant is relieved of his duties for the week."

I looked at Bobby, feeling a slight panic. "But..."

"Nick's got plans for me. Grooming and such. I'll see you in a week! Enjoy yourself!" He ducked out and left me there.

The man continued, "You must dress as requested and be waiting and ready when The Master arrives each day. Your clothes..." He gestured toward the walk-in closet to my left. I walked in and saw rows and rows of my own clothes, new clothes, things I'd never seen hanging and folded on racks and shelves and rods. 

The man gestured toward a dressing area, "What you are to put on at any given time will be set out here. Dress quickly and be downstairs immediately." And he left.

I kicked off the heels and picked up the contraption. It was a wide rhinestone collar attached with a ring in front to two wide rhinestone wrist cuffs with silver chain. The attachment rings for the chains seemed a bit large to me. I snapped on the collar and noticed that once it was snapped shut, I couldn't pull it apart. The wrist cuffs were the same. The chains dangled in front of my body when my arms were at my sides.

There were no shoes, not a ponytail holder, nothing. So with my hair down, I ran downstairs in just the collar and cuffs.

The man gestured toward the center of the floor, "You will be here when he walks through the door, without exception. If you are not, you will be punished. You will kneel here, sit back on your heels, knees open."

I obeyed and looked to him for approval.

"Legs open wider. Head down, back straight, arms at your sides." When he was satisfied with my position, he left me there.

I sat for what felt like 15 minutes before I heard the car pull up to the house and Nick's voice greeting the doorman. When he walked into the house, he said nothing. My heart began to beat wildly, but I didn't dare look up or move.

"My beautiful Page." Nick crooned and stepped closer to me so that I could see the toes of his shoes. He stroked my hair, "Stand up."

"Yes, Sir." I stood up and smiled at him, thankful to see his face.

SLAP! Nick's hand came hard at my cheek, "Did I tell you to raise your eyes to me?"

"No, Sir." I was confused.

"This isn't the outside world, Page. Here you'll learn to behave as a true submissive. Your training until now has been about your limits, your sexual desires and breaking down your conventional walls. Now we begin with behavior and that includes punishment when you fail to meet my standards. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir." I kept my eyes on the floor.

"When I come home, when I walk into a room, when you enter a room where I am, you will keep your eyes to the floor and always present yourself as you were when I came in, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"When and IF I say, 'at ease' you may relax and be comfortable. But don't take this as permission to exercise free will. I am still in charge. Always. This means you are at my side at all times unless I dismiss you. You come when I call; you stay until I dismiss you. Yes?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And above all else, Page, my darling, do as you're told. If there is any hesitation, any FLASH of a question in your eyes when I give a command, you will be punished. We have, until this point, been establishing trust. You trust that I will never make you do anything that will harm you, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Then there should be no questions, only obedience."

"Yes, Sir."

"It's been a long day. I need a drink." He moved around me and headed for the sitting room. I remembered that I was to be at his side at all times and moved to follow him. But I was too late; I had hesitated. SLAP! "Bend over the couch."

"Yes, Sir." I was shaking.

Nick walked to one of the closets and chose his weapon. As he walked back, I could see out of the corner of my eye that he'd picked up a leather riding crop. With no warning, he began whipping me with it until my ass cheeks were hot and there were tears in my eyes. I made no sound, for fear of a worse punishment.

"Never hesitate."

"Yes, Sir." I took a deep, ragged breath. Nick moved to sit in a chair and picked up the newspaper. One of the men, as if sensing that Nick was ready for his drink, walked into the room with a highball glass on a tray. "Thank You." Nick sipped his drink and read the paper while I remained bent over the couch, waiting for instruction or movement. My skin was on fire.

Nick finally drained his glass and set the newspaper down. He stood up and walked toward the foyer. I followed. When he was at the doorway, he turned and stopped, "Sit."

I wasn't familiar with the command, but I assumed he meant the position I'd been in when he arrived at the house. 

"Stay." He left me no explanation, just walked down the hallway and disappeared. Was this what this lifestyle would be like from now on? Was I nothing but a cuffed, trained dog?

When Nick finally returned, his next command was, "Walk." I stood and followed him into the dining room. There was a light dinner set out for us. Nick sat down and put his napkin in his lap. I froze with fear, unable to decide what to do. "You may sit."

"Yes, Sir." Thank goodness I wasn't punished for hesitating; I'd actually done the correct, obedient thing. The chair was pulled out for me and I lowered myself onto the thick, 7" dildo. It felt good to be filled again. The chair was scooted in for me and I waited to be instructed to eat.

"Eat." Nick seemed so cold and unattached, not like he'd been before. For the first time in a while, I felt like a true possession. Not a person, but a belonging. It would take some getting used to.

I ate slowly and quietly as Nick spoke to me about the week.

"We'll be here for the entire week. The staff is all men; they will be watching you and helping you get accustomed to these formalities. It's necessary, Page, that you learn this stern routine. We can have fun and relax and be sexual, but when I switch into my stern voice, I expect unquestioned obedience."

"Yes, Sir."

"I realize that until now, it seems as though you were a hired whore for me, pleasuring my colleagues and friends day and night. Don't get me wrong, as a businessman, that's part of what I need from you. But now you must understand that no man has had any access to your body without my permission. They never will. You are MINE, do you understand that?"

"Yes, Sir." I hadn't really thought about who had had permission to touch me until now.

"If you ever initiate contact with a man without my consent or on my order, you will be punished severely as I see fit and for as LONG as I see fit. You do nothing TO or WITH your body without my knowledge and you will not do anything you are not told to do."

"Yes, Sir."

"You will not pleasure yourself unless I say you may. You will not put on or remove clothing unless I have given the order. You will not eat or drink unless I myself approve it. You will not buy anything that I have not approved. You will not call or speak to anyone unless I ask you to. The staff is your only exception to that rule."

"Yes, Sir."

"You will always keep yourself groomed and clean. You have scheduled spa appointments and waxing house calls, of course, and you will bathe often. Your body must always be ready for use. Fresh."

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you enjoy your house uniform?" I could feel his eyes on me.

"Yes, Sir."

"It's practical for a few reasons. First and foremost, you are always fully accessible and visible for my pleasure, or anyone else's for that matter. Secondly, it keeps you just chilly enough to be slightly uncomfortable and always alert." 

He flicked my nipple, "Erect nipples are essential. Lastly, this reminds you of your place. Shackles, if you will. Today we use the word 'submissive' but make no mistake; you are a slave, Page. Your wages are paid by me, through the company of course, your food, clothing and shelter are my responsibility; your money is handled by my accountants as I see fit in stocks, bonds, CDs...." His voice trailed off for a moment. 

"You no longer own anything of your own, Page." He leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear, "Not even yourself."

What was it about these misogynistic words that made my heart race and my pussy warm? Was it really the deep desire of every woman to be owned? Was this the driving force behind those twits who try to 'land' a man and make him marry her? I felt like I was on the verge of understanding so much about humanity.

Nick stood and put his napkin on the table, "Stand."

"Yes, Sir." I lifted off the dildo and felt a disappointment emptying of my insides. The wetness remained, however, as always.

"I have a colleague arriving in a moment for a drink and some discussion. You'll notice, my pet, that as a belonging of mine, as you sit idly by and listen to my colleagues and I talk, discuss contracts and business and strategy, that you'll know more about my life than anyone in it." 

He came closer to stroke my cheek, "I have to trust you impeccably too, Page. It's a two-way street. I can trust you, can't I?"

"Yes, Sir." Nothing about this man made me want to betray him in even the slightest manner.

"Good." He turned and headed back toward the foyer, but turned into a different room with a bar and several closets. I followed close behind, trying to keep my eyes on the floor. Nick turned on the fire with a remote and sat in a brown leather chair. He gestured toward the corner near the end of a couch, "Sit."

I moved to the space and sat, keeping my back erect and eyes on the floor. I studied the pattern on the rug as time ticked by and Nick waited for the arrival of his guest.

When the man was shown into the room, I realized that I didn't know if or how I was to behave? Did I greet guests, or was I just a piece of furniture to be admired and ignored? My heart began to pound.

"Nick! I see you've acquired a new gem. It looks good on you." I heard shoulder slapping and polite exchange as Nick made the man a drink and spoke very little about me, describing me as a new car or a dog. "She's obedient, I've had very little trouble at all from her actually. A sound investment." 

When they sat and talked about business, I remembered what Nick had said and I listened. I could learn a lot during these meetings.

My mind was pulled from the conversation when I heard, "Come!" Nick yelled it like a K-9 command. I rose slowly and walked, eyes down, toward him. When I was directly in front of him, he rubbed my upper thigh and continued he conversation.

Nick was fondling my ass when the conversation stopped and he asked his guest if he would like to 'try' me. Of course, the man was much obliged. "Show yourself to my guest, Page."

I had no idea what that meant. My heart began to race as I realized that I didn't know what I was supposed to do. My eyes flickered to Nick's for guidance before I looked down and turned to face the man. Mistake.

SLAP! Nick stood and smacked me before I could even think about what I'd done wrong. "How dare you lift your eyes to me!? Apologize immediately." 

"I'm sorry, Sir."

He grabbed my shoulders and jerked me around to face his guest, "This is her first week in behavior training, you understand. I do apologize."

"Of course, Nick, I understand. They all have their glitches as they're being groomed." Now I felt like a robot.

The man stood and cupped one of my breasts, giving it a squeeze before he rolled my nipple between his thumb and middle finger. I felt a jolt through my body. "She's lovely. How does she feel?"

"Please," Nick gestured toward the couch, "Enjoy her." He sat back down in his chair and sipped his drink as he watched his guest drop his pants and sit down.

I stood still, waiting for a command, afraid to move or look at anyone.

"Page, is it?" The man asked my name, but he didn't really seem to care.

"Yes, Sir."

"Let me see how your mouth feels." I assumed that meant he wanted me to suck his cock, so I knelt down and took his soft member into my mouth.

As I sucked and licked and rolled my tongue around the tip, the men continued their discussion. The man's dick began to swell in my mouth and I noticed that the girth was unbelievable. Soon, it was so long that it was quietly choking me and it was still partially soft. I had to use my hand at the base because the monster simply would NOT fit down my throat.

When the man was fully erect, it looked obscene. It was like a novelty you would find in an adult store. I was afraid of what I might be asked to do with it.

I felt hand gestures between the man and Nick, but I didn't dare to look up. One of the staff came up next to me and I was told to stand and bend over the man. When I did, I felt warm oil being massaged into my ass cheeks, then directly on the opening to my ass and inside of me.

I panicked. There was no way this man would fit in there. My plug hadn't nearly prepared me for something like this.

The man told me to bend over the end of the couch.

"Yes, Sir." I was terrified.

He moved behind me and fingered my lubricated hole before I felt the tip of his huge cock start trying to press into me. He pushed slowly, but steadily and it stretched me so far that I let out a frightened yelp. The man pulled out.

I heard Nick's angry footsteps only seconds before I felt the SLAP!

"This isn't rape, Page. This is submission." He grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me through the foyer and outside into the gardens. "You act like your ass has never been fucked!"

"He's bigger than anything I've ever seen!" I completely lost my composure.

SLAP! He dragged me toward the swing that Bobby and I had seen earlier. My eyes began to widen and I pulled back. SLAP! "Don't defy me." I'd never heard such an evil voice come from Nick.




Page's Training Ch. 13



One of the staff arrived with a gag and the 6" dildo was shoved into my mouth and strapped behind my neck.

He picked me up, placed the head of the outrageous dildo at my opening and pushed my pussy onto it. It had to be 3" in diameter. My screams were muffled as my body sunk down and it stretched me and pushed so hard at my cervix that it felt like I would tear in two. As I struggled, Nick fastened my wrist cuffs to the clips under the wooden plank. They kept my palms flat on the seat so I was unable to lift myself off of the dildo for any relief.

Then Nick took the clips on the rods and fastened them to my collar. They were so taught that I could barely move my head. I was completely strapped down, writhing and screaming in pain. Tears began to come out of my eyes as I tried to handle that pain and keep from gagging.

Nick stood back and simply stared at me. The man had put his pants back on and joined Nick in the garden with their drinks and the conversation picked up where it had ended like nothing happened.

While they talked, I closed my eyes and slowly tried to push my ass back so that the soft dildo would slide out just enough to give me relief. Before I knew what was happening, a foot pushed into my back and sent me swinging forward with a jolt that slammed me back onto the dildo.

My muffled, gagging cries and screams were ignored as the men continued talking, watching me swing back and forth with little interest. Swinging forward would have offered me relief with the help of gravity, but my collar pulled at my neck if I leaned back and all. I had no choice but to stay rigid and straight, fully impaled on the massive intruder.

I was left there, a staff member pushing me ever so often to make me go higher and force me to be rigid and still, while they finished their drinks and talked. I tried to take deep breaths and ignore the pain, or at the very lest hope that it would lessen. It didn't.

I stopped screaming and tried to swallow. I tried to focus my mind around the pain and endure it. The calmer I was, the better chance I had of being let down.

When the men had nothing left in their glasses but clanking ice cubes, Nick nodded to the man behind me and the swing came to a jolting halt. 

Nick approached me and removed the gag and I swallowed gratefully. My mouth and chin were wet with saliva and my face was stained with tears. I breathed deeply and raggedly as I tried to calm down.

"You will never embarrass me again, Page."

"Yes, Sir." I could barely get the words out above the pain and they sounded more like begging.

"Obedience and submission are your only tasks. I detest interruptions to my meetings." He unhooked my restraints and stood back. I didn't dare move until I was told. 

"Get up."

"Yes, Sir." I pushed off of the dildo and stood in front of the swing, keeping my eyes down. Despite the pain and torture I'd just endured, my pussy was dripping wet.

Nick pointed toward the grass, "Get on your hands and knees."

"Yes, Sir" 

Nick's guest dropped his pants in front of me, "Look at my cock."

I raised my eyes just far enough to see the man's crotch. The fully erect monster was staring me in the face. Watching me on the swing must have kept his interest.

He moved behind me and pressed into my still-oiled ass. With every inch that pushed into me, stretching me beyond my limit, I couldn't believe there was more to come. I fought the urge to crawl away, screaming. When he was buried deep inside of me, he pushed my chest to the ground. One of the staff placed his foot on he side of my head to keep me in place.

I cringed and let the tears fall silently as the man pulled the full length of his cock out and pushed it back in. I relaxed my muscles and waited for the pain to subside. I watched as Nick walked back into the house and I was left alone in the garden with the man violating my hole.

Instead of getting off as quickly as possible like the businessmen in their offices that I'd been dealing with, this man took his time. He was enjoying me, just as Nick had offered. He continued to slowly fuck my ass with long, deep strokes for what seemed like an eternity. He never said a word.

By the time his pace quickened, my muscles had relaxed and the pain was minimal. The discomfort I felt then was bordering on pleasure. It slid in and out so easily now that the sensations were bringing my pussy to life again. 

Faster now, he was pumping that huge cock into me and I could feel it swell even more as he began to jerk slightly and pump his semen into me.

When he was satisfied, he grabbed both of my ass cheeks and squeezed, then gave them both a good smack before he pulled out. "Squat."

"Yes, Sir." The foot pulled off of my head and I balanced on both feet in a squatting position.

"Push it out." The man pulled up his pants and got himself together as he watched.

"Yes, Sir." I pushed, but nothing came out. He had buried his seed so deeply that I had to keep pushing before it finally gurgled and dropped out of me. 

"I don't suppose anyone enjoys squatting in the yard like a dog. This is a good lesson you've learned." He turned and walked toward the house.

I was left there, squatting in the grass, until Nick came to retrieve me.

"Stand."

"Yes, Sir."

"Punishments aren't something you want, Page, I assure you." He was silent for a moment. "I was hoping tonight would be our first night together, but I can't reward your behavior. The Staff will put you to bed. I will see you in the morning." He walked back into the house and disappeared.

I was led into the house and up to the bedroom where I was given an anal douche, bathed and thoroughly rubbed down with oils to keep my skin soft. I was then allowed to crawl into the large bed and bury my naked body under the covers. 

A staff member was to be in the room with me at all times, even while I slept. I didn't care. I was sore and tired and I had so much to digest about this new facet of my life. Seeing Nick so cold and not being able to look into his eyes would be difficult. I told myself that tomorrow I would behave impeccably. I was determined to be rewarded a night with Nick.



Page's Training Ch. 14



When I woke up, the room was warm with sunlight and I immediately felt a soreness in both of my holes. Both had been pushed to the limit the night before. I slowly sat up and made my way to the bathroom.

When I was finished in the bathroom, I arrived nude in the bedroom to find one of the staff waiting at the foot of the bed. "Master has already left for the office. He will be working a short day today, I will alert you when he is on his way." The man turned to leave.

Before he walked through the doorway, he turned and gave me his last instructions, "You're free to have the morning to yourself. Might I suggest some reading in the study? Brush up on your etiquette maybe?" And he was gone.

The man had a point. Punishments were harsh in this house, I would benefit from some study on the lifestyle and the expectations of someone in my position.

I found a pair of my transparent lounging pants with a matching long-sleeved shirt and headed downstairs to the study. The house was kept fairly warm and I didn't feel cold, really. 

When I began searching the shelves of books, I found so many interesting subjects that I forgot what I was looking for. The man who had been in my bedroom appeared behind me, reached above my head, took a volume down and handed it to me. 

I looked down to read the title, and when I shifted my eyes upward to thank him, he'd already gone. I settled into the couch and grabbed a nearby blanket and began to read.

The book was written by a submissive, a slave, who had fallen deeply in love with her Master. They were very much in love, though he was married to another woman and kept his slave in a different home with a staff to watch over her. She described her daily activities, her submissive nature, her love for him and her behavior in his presence, sensing his mood each moment.

What fascinated me was how she described the shift in her when he wanted to be intimate with her. She explained it as a veil that she would put over herself, assuming the role of obedient submissive and following instructions and proper demeanor. Almost like switching off a part of her self to be of service to him and whoever he shared her with. When he allowed her to be at ease, she could lift the veil and show him her love and passion without fear of punishment or judgment.

By the time I had finished the book and was contemplating how to put this information to good use, the man was back to tell me to prepare for Master's return. Would he ever be 'Nick' to me again? 

I hurried upstairs, discarded my comfortable clothing and put on the rhinestone collar and wrist cuffs with the chains and made my way to the foyer to wait.

The man helped me correct my position, insisting that I spread my legs farther apart. I stared at the floor and imagined a veil falling over me. My own thoughts and feelings were hidden; I tried to be like the slave girl in the book. My devotion was to this man, pleasing him, obeying him. It was a new side of submission that I was determined to master. I could do this.

When Nick walked through the door, he stopped in front of me and was silent for a moment. I didn't raise my eyes from their position on the floor. 

"Follow me." His voice was stern, but not angry. I tried to imagine his mood from he sound of his voice. 

We walked into the study, where the book I'd been reading had been returned to the shelf and the blanket I'd used was folded neatly, back in its place. Nick took a glass of what looked like bourbon from a member of the staff and sat in his chair to read the paper he'd brought home with him. "Sit."

I moved in front of him, out of his way but facing him, and knelt down into the same position I'd been in when he arrived home and waited. Every few minutes, I would feel him look around his paper at me. I imagined he was enjoying what he saw, enjoying my body on display for him.

After a while, he set the paper down and stood up, "Follow me." We walked into the dining room where lunch was set out. Nick sat at the head of the table and I waited behind my chair for instruction. "You may sit."

I pulled the chair out and lowered myself onto the dildo, my sore insides expanding to accommodate the intruder. One of the staff pushed me up to the table and I waited with my hands in my lap.

"You may eat." We dined in silence, both in deep thought. I wondered what he was thinking, but my thoughts were mostly drifting to the slave girl and all I'd read that morning.

When Nick was finished and rose to leave the table, I laid down my silverware and waited. I was still hungry, as I'd skipped breakfast but I knew that if he was finished at the table, so was I.

"Follow me." Nick walked me back to the study and the doorbell sounded. The staff led in the same man who had been at the house the night before. I had decided to call him 'The Punisher'. I was instructed to go with the staff.

In the kitchen, one of the staff led me to a small bathroom, gave me a quick anal douche and rubbed warm oil into and all around my 2nd hole. He smiled at me, "He has specific tastes, and you should be well lubricated to accommodate him." I was given a nod toward the study and followed a staff member carrying a small tray with drinks back to the men.

"Sit." was all that was said to me. I centered myself between the two men on the floor, spread my legs wide and lowered my eyes to the floor. I listened silently as they discussed their business deal, absorbing the information like I was in class.

Soon there was sipping of drinks and silence. Then I heard, "Present yourself to my guest." I got on all fours, turned with my backside facing the man and spread my legs wide, pressing my chest to the floor. My pussy and ass were completely on display. 

"I see the punishment has worked its magic; well done Nick. She's marvelous." I felt a finger in my ass, then two. "So slick and ready to be used. Outstanding." My sphincter muscle was relaxing and he added another finger as he pushed in and out, stretching me to accommodate his monster cock.

I heard his pants unzip and fall to the floor, then felt him kneel behind me. He grabbed both of my ass cheeks in his hands and pulled them apart; stretching my hole to face him. When the head of his cock began pushing into me, I silently breathed deeply, trying to relax and let it happen. The oil worked its magic and he slid in with no hesitation on his part. I silenced my moans; afraid he would take them as disobedient. He stretched me like I had never been stretched before, but with the oil to lubricate him, it wasn't as bad as the night before.

He slowly enjoyed me again, pushing and pulling his entire length in and out of me. Nick watched for a few minutes, then excused himself and I was left alone with the man. He kept his rhythm slow, but started talking his way through it. "What a precious piece of property you are. I will have to visit Nick more often to enjoy you."

It seemed as though he talked the entire time, "My cock usually drives the new slaves to punishments, but my how quickly you've learned. Nick is a lucky man; if you were mine I would use this hole nonstop. Oh yeah...oh your ass feels good on my cock. I bet you love being violated by my giant dick. Not afraid of it now, are you? No, you opened yourself up with no hesitation. Eager to be ass fucked, are we? You should be, a good slave is eager to do anything to please a man."

He sped up his pace, but kept talking, "That's it, slut, take it all and like it. You should see what it looks like when my long, fat cock disappears into our ass. It's a beautiful sight. Though I was hoping you would disobey so I could enjoy watching you be punished. Nick knows I like to watch the punishments."

The sadistic pig was pumping in and out of me quickly now, and I could hear his breath quicken. I focused on my own breathing and by now, my body had stretched and relaxed to accommodate him and it was feeling good. "I'm gonna cum so deep inside this pussy it will take two days for it to work its way out of you. That's it, take it all. What a whore you are, you love it. You love my dick in your ass."

His pace became frantic, "You ready for me? You ready to take my cum into your ass, whore? Here it comes, oh yeah, fuck yeah, here it is, bitch." He rammed himself into me, and I felt his cock stiffen and seemingly grow an extra inch as his hot spunk buried itself in my bowels. He grunted and leaned over onto my back, spent, panting.

He slapped my right ass cheek and pulled out of me, leaving my whole stretched and slightly agape. "Now you're broken in, little slut." He pulled up his pants and left the room. I stayed on the floor without moving; my last command from Nick was to present for this miserable man, and I was going to wait for his next instruction.

Nick returned and stood in the doorway, "Follow me." I stood, trying to clench to keep the semen from dripping out of me. It didn't seem to be anywhere near leaving the orifice. I obediently followed Nick, eyes down.

Nick led me into my bedroom, "The staff will give you an anal douche and clean you up. Some colleagues are coming buy for an afternoon get together. Put on your red bikini and enjoy the hot tub out back. We have entertaining to do, my pet." He caressed my cheek as I looked down, and then lifted my chin to kiss me deeply. I closed my eyes and felt his tongue exploring mine. 

"I can't wait to hear all about what made this switch inside of you, Page." He kissed my neck, sending shivers down my spine and turned to leave.

Two of the staff gave me my anal douche and cleaned the cum out of my ass. When I went into the dressing closet, my bikini was laid out for me. The staff had to help me remove the collar and cuffs and I strategically placed the tiny triangles over my areolas, and then slipped on the thong. The front thong buried itself between my labia and teased my clit as I walked. I wondered why the suit at all? I was essentially nude.

When I stepped into the back yard, there were already nearly twenty men fresh from the office, standing with drinks and mingling. I walked straight to the hot tub, eyes downcast and eased myself into the hot bubbling water. It felt good to relax. I knew no one had missed my entrance, but I had avoided all eyes.

After about ten minutes, one of the staff came to help me out of the hot tub and led me, dripping wet, over to Nick and three men in a deep discussion. I kept my eyes on their feet and stood behind Nick, just in his peripheral. 

Nick found a break in the conversation and turned his attention toward me. "Page, come with me." He led me by the arm through the yard to a soft patch of grass where there were stocks set up at knee-height. Nick lifted the top of the stocks and I got on my hands and knees, placing my neck above the center and my wrists in each of the side slots. Nick lowered the top down and locked it into place, removed my thong and returned to his colleagues.

There was a chin rest, thankfully so that I could relieve some of my upper body weight. I pushed my knees apart so that my legs were spread and arched my back a bit so that my holes were on display. I was determined to behave, and I knew that pleasing Nick and submitting to these men would earn me the time with him that I was craving. 

The staff came and rubbed oil on my body, making sure to use a nozzle to squirt some into my ass and pussy. I was slick and ready to be used.

The staff brought out wooden racks and the men began to gather around me, taking off their pants and hanging them carefully on the racks. The business talk continued, the drinks kept coming and soon, the men were in front of me, one by one, pressing their flaccid cocks into my mouth until they were hard. 

It wasn't frantic or hurried, the first man pulled out of my mouth as soon as he was rock hard and moved behind me. He pressed his cock into my pussy and it slid in easily with the oils. He moved slowly in and out of me, keeping up with the conversation. He wasn't incredibly large, but the sensation was amazing with the oils inside of me. I felt him stiffen and then pull out of me, shooting hot streams of cum onto my back.

The man currently in my mouth moved to replace him, and a new man entered my mouth. Each of them chose their favorite hole, either my ass or my pussy and slowly enjoyed me until they were ready to cum, then they would shoot their seed onto my body. I could feel the cum puddling and drying all over me, dripping down my sides...for some reason I found it incredibly sensual.

I hadn't been told that I could cum, and I was afraid of what might happen if I did. I checked out as I'd done before on my sybian at home and focused on the blades of grass beneath me. Some of the men came back for seconds, but the conversation stayed civil and professional while the men enjoyed Nick's new pet on the lawn. I could feel my own never-ending wetness, inviting the men into me. The smell of the semen coating my body was intoxicating. It felt like an erotic dream.

The men started putting their pants back on, one by one, and saying their goodbyes. Soon I was alone in the yard, the staff putting away the racks, leaving me to my own thoughts. I was covered in cum, my holes had been used more than they ever had been before and I still craved more. I craved Nick. I knew he hadn't been one of the men using me.

When things were quiet for a while, one of the staff came to unlock the stocks and help me up. I was taken inside and put in a shower to clean myself. When I was finished, the staff rubbed me down and massaged me with oils, relaxing my strained muscles. I was taken to the bedroom doorway where I kneeled, presenting myself and was told to wait for Master.

When Nick stepped into the doorway, he was silent for a moment and then stroked my hair. "At ease, Page."

I looked up at him and stood facing him, waiting. I didn't know what to say now that I was allowed to speak.

"Did you enjoy your day, my pet?"

"Yes, Sir. Very much."

"Tell me how it made you feel."

"I felt like a piece of furniture for most of the day, admired and used but not spoken to in any human way."

"And what do you think of it? This lifestyle? These expectations?"

"I understand it now." I looked into his eyes.

"And what are your thoughts of being used as you were this afternoon? That was more men than I've shared you with until this point."

"I ... liked it? I ... it felt so erotic and true to me."

"True how?"

"All of this training, all of these experiences I've had ... Today it all clicked into place for me. I wanted to be used, I felt proud to offer my body to your colleagues, proud to please them and in turn, please you."

"It does please me, Page. You have a desire to please me that is so strong that you've given up ownership of your own body. That's a gift I'm grateful for, my pet. Fear of punishment will only give you a desire to behave, to follow the rules. When those rules are followed, there are no punishments, no anger. Life runs like clockwork."

He stroked my cheek and kissed me deeply, pulling me against him. "Your body is mine to use as I choose, to share with whomever I choose. It was made to please, Page. And you have learned to please men so well . . . to cater to our egos and let us enjoy your body as it's meant to be enjoyed. Not many women can accomplish this."

He moved to the bed and sat down, patting the space beside him. I sat down next to him and looked at him. He was so handsome, so controlled, and so masculine.

"I'm so proud to call you mine, Page." He kissed me again and fondled my nipple, "The worst is over. Today is how life will be from here on out. Smooth, seamless understanding of everyone's place in the lifestyle. Now that you understand; you've given yourself over to it ... I do hope you'll stay with me."

"Of course." I looked into his eyes and smiled.

"Now comes the easy part." He smiled, "Falling in love."

He laid me back on the bed and began kissing my neck, nibbling at the muscles until my whole body was seized with chills. "Now that you know what your days will be like in this new life with me, let me show you what your nights will be like..."