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Stupid Little Whore

By: Nicequip



I am new to writing. I'm sure I still have much to learn. This is my first attempt at a submission on this site. I hope that you enjoy it. This story is fictitious, but the basis comes from true events. It's a bit long with a slow start, so probably not the best for those looking for a quick thrill. Please vote and leave comments. I never understood this plea until I submitted a story of my own. I've received all types of comments good and bad. All I can say is that I'm pleased to have evoked emotion on either side. I don't delete any comments so share your thoughts. 

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It was an overcast day in Los Angeles, not unusual for June. The sun tried to break through the haze of the marine layer that settled heavily over the streets and houses, but, with the exception of an occasional burst of warmth, it failed to brighten the early afternoon hours. There was rain in the forecast later in the week, and I welcomed the prospect. A good rain always seems to clean out the filth of the city. 

I walked through a three bedroom house just north of Melrose Avenue carefully inspecting each room. I admired the recent renovations. It was the first home I had purchased, and I had made the purchase in secret unbeknownst to my new fiancé, Ana. I knew that she'd like the house. We were still living in a one bedroom apartment together. This was going to be a significant upgrade. She had begged to move into a larger apartment for the last year. A house hadn't been an option -- well that is until an unexpected bit of generosity that came just before the New Year. 

My grandfather had sent me a gift after our engagement, an extremely generous gift as it turned out. He was a self made man, and in poor health the last few years. He was opinionated on how his money should be distributed upon his passing. Ultimately, he decided to dole it out to those he found worthy in recent years instead of leaving it to family infighting after his death. As usual he sent it directly to me at my office. He never sent anything to anyone's home if it could be avoided. He kept his own PO Box at a post office to keep his wife from seeing his financial correspondence. He felt very strongly about not including women in financial matters, and had urged me to spend it or save it as I saw fit without notifying Ana. He was old school, still sharp for his years despite his deteriorating body. I had always been his favorite grandchild, and his gift, as he explained it, was a way to share his wealth since he had more than enough.

The house was older, built in the 30s or 40s, but had been completely updated over the last month. There were still remnants of an architectural style from another time, and I thought it added a subtle bit of character. The hardwood floors were newly refinished. The walls freshly painted. The kitchen was picturesque with the nicest appliances and granite counter tops. I had taken the utmost care in making sure that everything in the house had been done with meticulous detail. The master bathroom and walk-in closets were a woman's dream come true. The house was large, but not ostentatious. With the new changes, it would be a perfect first home. 

I walked out through the French doors in the kitchen and onto the deck in the back yard. The deck was a new addition as well. It stepped down onto a flagstone patio that bordered the modest lawn. The new landscaping added a lush, secluded ambiance. In the back of the yard was a detached garage that I had expanded and converted into a decent sized guest house with a full bathroom and a loft bedroom. She was going to love it, and it was going to be the biggest surprise of her life. Well the house wouldn't be the only surprise. Between the redesign of the home and my reevaluation of our future together, I made some changes that would prove to be a huge adjustment to her lifestyle.

It had been a bittersweet year for us so far. She had come clean to me about cheating a few years back, totally unaware that I was in the process of buying her an engagement ring at the time. I had taken the news poorly to say the least. We had argued for a few weeks about it. She would get upset with me, and argue that it happened years ago. She couldn't understand how much it hurt me. I understood what she was saying. She had been faithful for years, and this lapse in fidelity had come early in our relationship. It was new to me though. She loved me. I never doubted that. And I loved her more than she could ever know. 

Just when we were getting back on track our neighbor drove her parent's car through our apartment. She had come home drunk from a party when the accident happened. Luckily no one was hurt, but this left us living in a hotel for a month while repairs were being made. It was in late October that I managed to take Ana to the Caribbean for our first real vacation in years -- and it was there that I proposed to her and asked her to spend her life with me. It was the best day of my life.

The cheating had hurt my feelings, but I had always told her if she wanted to be with someone else that I would bring someone over. I was open-minded about things of that nature. She knew that I wanted to have the opportunity to be with someone else from time to time, and I always told her that I didn't believe in double standards. So the offer was extended both ways as long as we were open and honest about it. 

We had an amazing sex life, and tried all sorts of fetishes. I worked tirelessly to make sure we kept things new and inventive. A couple years ago we had gotten into light bondage, and soon after that we tried dominant / submissive role playing. I had made a list of rules to follow, and I enjoyed seeing her kneel at my feet or display her juicy pussy to me. I bought her a collar and a leash to wear when we were at home. She wanted to be trained. The more I disciplined her and controlled her sex life, the more turned on I became. I loved being dominant. As it progressed, I realized that this lifestyle was something important to me. It was an awakening of a part of me that I had never acknowledged. 

After awhile she started to voice some opinions about our new lifestyle. She didn't want to be spanked or paddled. She didn't want to be disciplined hard. She didn't want to complete the assignments that I'd given her. She would say things like "why am I always being trained?" or "I just don't feel like it" or "I don't want to kneel, my knees hurt" etc. Her biggest complaint, the complaint that I felt was at the root of her unhappiness, was that it took too much time. She couldn't balance my demands with work and life. 

I tried to be accommodating, but once I tallied up the things she didn't like and stripped them away, we were just left with a lot of kinky sex with almost no dominance or submission. It had been disappointing for me. She swore to me that she still wanted to be submissive. She did enjoy being tied up, and she still referred to me as Sir. I think that she didn't understand the lifestyle that well. She assured me that if she didn't have to work that she would love to try being trained full time -- that she would learn how to be a good submissive. 

The problem was that Ana has a tendency to be spoiled, selfish and bratty. I should be clear that she's not high maintenance at all. Most of the time she's incredibly relaxed. She just doesn't like to do anything that she doesn't want to. She acts childish when she gets upset, and she prefers being closed off and silent instead of talking through our problems. It was the reason I hadn't proposed to her earlier. There were plenty of things in our relationships that bothered me a great deal. She never cleans. She never cooks. When we first moved in together, she didn't even contribute to the bills until I made a point of it. 

On some level I've always been bothered by the struggle of getting her to comply with simple requests. She depends on me to pay the bills, manage the apartment, make the repairs and do much of the cooking and cleaning. This had been a long standing complaint of mine. From time to time I've tried to have a rational conversation with her about it. She was the type of person that would agree to almost anything to end an argument with no real intention of following through. So when the dominant / submissive thing didn't work out, I can't say I was surprised. 

Just recently she quit her job. The woman she was working for was an atrocious boss -- a demeaning, rude, unreasonable cunt. I told her not worry about it. We could sustain ourselves on my current salary, at least for awhile anyway. She was completely unaware of how well off we actually were at the moment. I preferred it that way. Besides we were beginning to plan our wedding, and she needed to fly to the east coast to discuss things with her mother. She had flown out a few weeks ago, and was due back this evening. In her absence, I spent time finishing our new home and devising my new plan. 

I'm sure that she had forgotten that she said she was willing to be a full time submissive if she didn't have to work. I hadn't forgotten at all. I had already been working on a way to get her to quit and take time off until after the wedding. I was going to train her. A few weeks alone, and I had decided that I had let too much stuff slide. I was finally going to put my foot down.

While I had taken care to make our home as lovely as possible, I had also decided to change our guest house in the back into a play room of sorts. It had cost me a pretty penny to furnish it with the right equipment and toys. 

The walls were sound proofed. There were shelves filled with all types of toys. I had dildos from small to large, vibrators of all types, butt plugs, bondage rope. There were ball gags, blindfolds, spreader bars, and nipple clips. In the entry way, I had hung a series of coat hooks with a selection collars and matching leashes. There was a large flat screen television and DVD player. I added some nice couches and end tables and some tasteful artwork to make the room as much a living area as possible. I also included some custom bondage furniture -- a kneeling bench, a suspended sex swing, a modified massage table. The furniture, ceiling and walls had well placed eye hooks that could be used to tie off ropes. On the far wall was collection of sturdy braided riding crops, whips and paddles. It was quite a set up. 

The bathroom had been stocked with all types of hygiene products, make up and towels. I removed the mirror for the time being. She wouldn't be needing it. Not for awhile anyway. The bedroom had clean linens. Her nightstand had a stack of pink journals and a box of pens. Her dresser was filled with only lingerie, stockings, bras and panties, and a few robes. Her closet had spare bedding and selection of high heel shoes. Her other belongings were arranged neatly in her walk-in closet in the house. She wouldn't need them at first. The upstairs, downstairs and bathroom had been outfitted with cameras, some hidden and some visible, that recorded to a series of large hard drives in the main house. 

It had taken me months to get everything in order. I was keenly aware that this could blow up in my face completely. My intent wasn't to just train her to be a good submissive slut, but also to turn her into a confident, competent partner and rid her of some bad habits. Ultimately, I had come to a decision that the behavior that I had long found intolerable would be corrected. My dominant side was raging inside me in a way that could no longer be contained. Knowing Ana, I couldn't just ease her into this type of lifestyle and expect her to commit to it. I would have to throw her into it headfirst before she realized exactly what was going on. That meant risking my relationship altogether.

The tricky part of my plan was how to train her full time while I had to work. I needed help. I had searched extensively for the right people. It mattered to me that whoever I chose was attractive, clean and understood what I was trying to accomplish. They needed to be stern yet caring. In the end, I found a few people. I had met with them extensively. I felt strongly that they were going to be perfect. 

The first and most important person was Mr. White, a tall athletic, Australian kid. He had recently moved to Los Angeles and needed a place to stay. I offered him the extra room in the house in exchange for his help, and he moved in last week. He worked from home so he was going to be around during the day. He was 26 years old, 190 lbs., fit, with buzz cut hair and blue eyes. He had no real experience with D/s but had been intrigued with concept. He loved the idea of actually getting to help train a girl. He was a very polite guy when we first met. It surprised me, but I liked that about him. I felt he'd be perfect for her -- a gentle giant with a stern dominance. 

It had finally come time to get to the airport. I showered and changed into a pair of jeans, nice shoes and a button down light blue shirt. I mussed my short blonde hair and brushed my teeth. A touch of cologne, and I was on my way. I made good time on my way to the airport, and found my way to the baggage claim just as the plane was deboarding. I was nervous. I had made a fair amount of assumptions on how things might go. I had played them out in my head over and over again. Could it go wrong? Yes, a thousand different ways. If it went right though, if it went how I imagined it could, I would be at peace with my inner urges and living my fantasy.

People started flooding through the revolving doors on their way toward baggage claim. I saw her well before she saw me. Three weeks was far too long to be away. I had been so busy that I forget how much I missed her. Her long brown hair flowed about her face and those deep brown eyes made me feel at home right away. There was a reason I asked her to marry me. I just couldn't get enough of her. When she saw me her full lips broke into a wide, tantalizing smile. Her large breasts swayed under her low, tight, v-neck tee shirt. My cock hardened as I watched her approach. 

"Hey, sweet tits," I said as I reached out for embrace. I loved calling her that, and she often joked that I would call her by that nickname in public out of habit without realizing it. Her arms wrapped around me as she gave me a kiss.

"Hello, you," she greeted me with coy smile. She leaned in closer and whispered, "I need to get fucked so bad right now, Sir." Her hand briefly brushed down my pants and over my cock. She gave me a naughty smile again. She liked to call me Sir when she was horny. She knew that it turned me on, and used it to stoke my interest.

"Well I was hoping you did. Can you wait a little longer? I thought we'd grab a bite to eat."

She faux pouted. "Alright, Mr. Man, we can wait. I'm starving anyway. When did they stop serving food on these flights? It's the least they could do considering how much they charge."

I grabbed her luggage and we headed toward the car. She chit chatted along the way about the beautiful locations she saw for possible wedding venues. I was quiet most of the way trying my best to look interested, but my mind was on other things. Her mother was reluctant to spend a lot of money on our wedding, which was a source of disappointment to her. She wasn't one to stand up to her parents, but I knew her confidence would grow in the weeks to come. We got in the car, and headed back toward the city. I pulled into a small café on Melrose that sold empanadas. Ana was Venezuelan, although her skin was white as a sheet, and she loved Latin food. We grabbed a table under a heat lamp outside.

"So your pussy is feeling neglected?" I asked.

"Oh yes, you know how hard is for me to find the privacy to masturbate in my mom's house. I need to cum so badly." There was no playfulness to her statement. She was serious. Ana had always had an extremely potent sex drive.

"Well I have an idea, but only if you're up for it." I said trying to steer the conversation toward my ultimate goal.

"Oh yeah," She said smiling, "And what idea is that? Something naughty I assume."

"Well," I started, "you're not working now, and I can afford to make ends meet on my own. I thought maybe you should wait to start looking for a job until after the wedding."

"That's so far off! I can't make you cover the both of us for that long."

"I thought you'd like the idea." I said casually. "I mean there is something in it for me. You said you couldn't handle being a full time submissive because it took too much time. Maybe you can finally have a chance to let me train you. At least, until after the wedding I mean."

I could see the wheels turning in her head. "Oh I see." She was playing with me. "Well I suppose I could be a proper slut for you for awhile."

"Look it was just a suggestion. I don't want you to say yes if you don't want to do it. If you do, though, I'm going to be serious about it this time. You can't just half ass it. You have to do as you're told, complete you're assignments when I give them to you, follow my commands. I'm talking about a lifestyle commitment... I mean for at least a few months. I don't want you to tell me in a few days that you're over it. I'd rather not try it if you're going to quit on me."

I was actually getting more and more nervous. Playing this conversation out in your head is a lot different than explaining it to someone. If she said no then I was going to have a lot of explaining to do.

"So I'd have to be your sex slave? I'd have to fuck you anytime you asked? I'd have to do naughty stuff to myself when you tell me to? Wear what you want me to wear?" She asked.

"Yes... exactly... but when you say it you make me sound like such a perv." I replied. She laughed.

"And punishment? Are you going to hit me when I don't do something?" She asked again.

"You never have to get paddled if you just do what you're told." I said.

"But if I don't?" 

"Then I'll paddle your bare ass."

"Anything else I should know?" She asked.

"You'll keep your sex journal. I'll dictate your daily routine. Until we set ground rules you'll ask permission for everything." I stated simply.

"It sounds like a lot of work." She said. "When would it start?"

"A lot of work? It would be your only job!" I joked. "Look, forget I asked."

"Relax, Sir. It sounds like a good job to me." She reached under the table and rubbed the crotch of my pants. "I'd like to get started now."

"Remember. You're committing to this. I love you, but I'm going to make you work hard at this."

"Yes, Sir." She said flashing that naughty smile at me again.

I breathed a sigh of relief. She really had no idea what she was committing to. It was going to be difficult navigating this plan without some resistance. I texted Mr. White to let him know things we're moving forward. I had more to discuss with Ana though, and I didn't want to take time to explain everything. Things would need to be revealed slowly when it was too late for her to reconsider.

I paid the check and we got back in the car. We're just around the corner from the house. I opened the glove box and pulled out a blindfold. 

"Put this on." I said handing it to her.

"You keep this in your car? Were you planning this or something?" She asked giving me a raised eyebrow.

"Put on the blindfold now! If I ask you to do something I expect to hear 'yes, Sir'." I barked catching her off guard with the authoritative tone.

"Yes, Sir." She said slightly startled. 

I drove around a couple blocks so that she wouldn't know we were so close. She expected to be going back to our apartment, but that place was long gone. I pulled up to the gate still admiring our new home. The tall hedges and gate left it very secluded and private. I hit the automatic gate and pulled the car in.

"We'll leave your bag in the car for now." I said. I walked around to her side of the car and lead her out. "Follow me."


Stupid Little Whore



"Yes, Sir." 

I lead her to the guest house and opened the door. It felt different than our old place. It smelled newer. She sensed it.

"Where are we?" She asked.

"Where are we, Sir!?" I snapped back.

"Sorry, Sir. Where are we, Sir?" 

"Don't worry about it right now. You want to be trained to be a good whore?" I began unbuttoning her pants. 

"Yes, Sir." She said.

"Well, this is where I'm going to train you." I tried to remain stern yet relaxed. "Take off your clothes."

I watched as she removed her tee shirt and then her bra. Her breasts sat high on her chest and I admired her big light brown areolas. Her nipples were large thick nubs that stood out proudly, but weren't particularly long. She began to take off her jeans and panties. Soon she stood in front of me naked. Her pussy was lightly stubbled in between shaving. I took her by the hand and led her to the kneeling bench. Placing her knees on the padded step and adjusting the table to her height so she could comfortably lean forward with support under her stomach. I reached back and touched her pussy running my fingers up her slit until they touched her clit and rubbed in small circles. I could hear her gasp. I walked to the wall and grabbed her collar. I started to put it on.

"You know what this is?" I asked.

"My collar, Sir." She responded.

"Do you know why I'm putting it on?" 

"Because I'm an owned whore, Sir."

She remembered a lot from our former training. This part had always gone well though. She was kinky. She loved to please me. She loved calling herself dirty names. It was when things got harder that she backed out and second guessed her decision.

I dropped my pants and walked behind her. I spit on my hand to lube my cock and then began to run the head of it up and down her slit. She loved this, and I could feel her trying to push backwards. I slapped her ass hard. I heard an "oomph" escape her mouth, and then she remained still. Finally I pressed forward hard and sank my length into her. I grabbed her ass and slowly pulled myself out to the tip and then slowly pushed back in. I kept at it slow and steady. Her pussy was amazing, so tight and so wet at the same time. She would cum quickly. She always did. After a few minutes I could feel the walls of her pussy start to squeeze my cock and I knew she was close.

"What are going to do?" I asked.

"Cum, Sir." She moaned

"Where are you going to cum?" I asked

"On your cock, Sir."

"What are you going to say when you cum?" I asked. This was something I had asked her to say before and she hated it. I waited for her to answer.

"I have to say 'I'm a whore, Sir'." She replied breathlessly close to orgasm.

"That's not what you say. Should I stop fucking you?" 

"No! Please! I know what to say, Sir." She could barely get the words out.

I increased my pace and fucked her harder and faster. I could here her making little noises as she began to peak. I pounded harder using my grip on her ass to pull her pussy back to meet my thrusts. 

"Oh! Ah. Fuck! I'm cummming." She said. I could feel her convulsing on my cock. And then she said in a small, childish voice, "I'm a stupid, little whore, Sir."

Hearing her call herself that made my cock throb. I loved it. I knew she hated calling herself stupid. I took pleasure in making her say it, especially while she was getting such pleasure. I liked making her feel conflicted. I couldn't help myself and I started pounding into her pussy again. Faster and harder. Heavy breathing was all that could be heard. She approached her climax in half the time, and soon it washed over her.

"I... I'm... I'm a stupid. Little. Whore." She punctuated it to be nasty. I pulled my cock from her wet pussy. It had thick amounts of her cum collected near the base. I walked around to her face and held it there.

"What are you going to do?"

"Clean your cock, Sir"

I grabbed her hair and placed my cock against her mouth. Her lips parted as took me in. She worked it up and down licking off her cum. Her tongue went lower until it reached my balls. She carefully and lightly licked each one. Her nose nestled at the base of my cock while she worked. She could lick balls better than anyone.

"I love the way you do that, slut." I said graciously.

"Thank you, Sir. I love to do it."

"You need help learning to be a better cocksucker, though." I stated plainly.

"If you say so, Sir." 

"Should I bring in another cock to train that mouth? Would that help?" I asked.

"If that's what Sir wants." She said in between licks.

"Get up." I said pulling her to her feet. "Kneel down on the floor right hear. Knees shoulder width apart so I can see your pussy. Hands behind your head fingers locked. Keep your back straight and rest your ass on your heels."

She did as she was told. I grabbed my phone and texted Mr. White who was waiting in the house. I grabbed a riding crop off the wall rack. 

"Now," I started, "we'll wait for Mr. White. He's less patient and more instructive when it comes to getting his cock serviced. I'm sure you'll find he's a fine teacher."

"What?!" She cried. "You mean right now?"

Thwap! I brought the end of the riding crop down hard on the top of her ass.

"Ow! Fuck!" She screamed.

Thwap! I brought it down again. This time with a stifled cry from her.

"How do you refer to me?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but I don't think..." Thwap! She stopped mid sentence.

"You agreed to this." I said sharply. "You don't have to get your ass whipped if you mind your words and choose them carefully. Now Mr. White will be here in a moment. You'll do what he asks and obey his commands as you would mine. We have plenty to discuss you and me, but that will wait until your first training session is over. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." Her head hung submissively.

The door opened and Mr. White entered. I was amused watching him enter. He was so eager. We had discussed a lot in the last few weeks and he'd seen photos of her, but now he was approaching her prone, naked body. 

"Hey, mate." He said to me with a smile. I could see the slightest acknowledgement from Ana that this was an Australian man. I knew that would turn her on despite her fear of what was happening. 

"Mr. White. Good to have you join. Have at her." I said. "Oh and Mr. White, anything goes while you're training her." I saw her stiffen at this last comment.

"So, you're the cum dump I've heard so much about! Let me see what you have here." He reached down and cupped her breasts, squeezing each nipple. He then ran his fingers over her pussy. "Wet! Looks like you've had some cock in here already, huh, slut?"

"Yes, Sir... I mean Mr. White." She said.

He continued running his hands over her body and then down to her ass noticing the red streaks. 

"Been a bad whore already? Well do what you're told and maybe you'll avoid any more punishment, yeah?" He began to undo his pants. He put his hands in the elastic of his underwear and dropped them both at the same time. His cock was already hard. Mr. White was an inch bigger than me, and just as thick. He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back then obscenely draped his cock across her face. His balls rested on her chin and his cock went over her lips, against her nose and across toward her forehead. I watched it slowly grow to full length. Then he lifted it in his hand and smacked it down on her cheek. He slapped it again on her lips.

"Open up." He said and then he stuffed that cock into the back of her throat until she choked a little. I could see her demeanor change a little as she felt it fill her mouth for the first time, and then she reached up and wrapped her hands around it. She liked what she felt. 

"Spit on it. Coat it with your saliva, and suck it." She did as she was told. He motioned to me for the riding crop that I was still holding in my hand. I handed it to him. He reached over her and swatted her ass for a bit of motivation.

"Stop!" he said after a few more minutes and then looked in my direction. "She's no good, mate. I can't cum like this."

"I'm sorry, Mr. White. I'll do better." She said weakly. He answered her with another whap on the ass. "You need suction, slut. You need friction. Suck it harder. Use your tongue on my cock while you suck." 

She began again. Sucking harder and concentrating.

"Get it wet. Use your hands. Stroke the bottom half." He grabbed her hand in his and showed her how to work it. "There that's better."

He grabbed the sides of her head and started thrusting his cock. He fucked her mouth hard hitting the back of her throat and forcing a very sexy gurgling sound as she struggled to take the invasion.

"Yeah, that's it you filthy cum dump. Take that cock." He was enthusiastically enjoying himself. 

He stopped for a moment and directed her down to his sack. She eagerly started licking and sucking his balls and using a free hand to stroke his cock. 

"She's a cock addict." I said to him. "Be a good slut and tell him what you're job is. Tell him how much you love cock."

"My job is to please Sir and Mr. White's cocks." She replied. "I need to because I love cock. I have to have it every day."

Mr. White went back to teaching her how to suck guiding her mouth and hands. I couldn't have been more pleased watching her take this stranger. She was so obedient. I know it was partly his accent and his nice cock. I watched her put her hands on his thighs feeling the thick muscles. She probably thought this was just a one time event. Finally I could hear him getting ready to shoot his load. Ana sensed it to and lifted her blindfolded face and pushing out her tits. 

"Here you go you stupid cum dump." Were the only words he could get out before unloading on her. He had a sizable load. I was pleased to see her face, chin, neck and chest get a healthy coating of cum.

"Well," he said, "don't waste it. Lick it up. Get all that in your mouth." 

She paused. She had only ever swallowed my cum, no one else's. The pause was momentary and her command to obey took over. She scooped the cum off her left tit and neck and brought her hand to her mouth swallowing every drop. 

"Did I do well, Sir?" She asked. Her heart was pounding and the events clearly had her breathless.

"I'll let you know when you're done. Now get him hard again." My tone was even. My intent was clear. She was not prepared for this to last longer than just a blowjob, but her ability to protest was slowly fading. I was worried when I first collared her and used the crop that she might try to back out. Now, she was collared, face fucked, demeaned and covered in a stranger's cum. She'd do what I asked. At least for now I was sure of it. I thought her obedience might change as my larger plans for her became clear. Mr. White took his cock and slapped her face with it. It made a smack when it hit the wet cum on her cheek. 

Her mouth opened again and took in his thick cock. He smiled and glanced toward me with obvious gratitude for getting to use her. I slid from the couch and knelt behind her on the floor. My cock was hard and it easily slid into her soaking wet cunt. I let it bottom out and held there while I watched her suck eagerly trying to get Mr. White hard. 

I leaned in toward her ear and whispered, "You're doing so well, my little cum dump. Enjoy that cock. You know you need it and want it." With that I leaned back and started fucking up into her little snatch. She was clearly turned on and it wasn't long before I could feel her ready to explode. She tried in vain to find a rhythm to sucking and fucking at the same time. When she faltered, Mr. White would slap her face lightly to get her attention. Soon she started to cum on me. 

"Good, slut." I said while she pushed back on me. 

"Is she cumming?" Mr. White asked.

"Listen closely." I said.

The convulsions in her pussy subsided. I could tell she was cumming down off a powerful orgasm. Mr. White was still buried in her mouth. Then I heard what I was waiting for, "Haime ha hupid hittle hor."

"What was that?" I asked "I didn't understand."

She took a breathe and the tried again, "Ah'm a hupid hlittle hor, Hir."

Looking at Mr. White I said, "Yes. She came. That's what she says every time she cums. No exceptions."

"You're kidding me!" He laughed. "That's brilliant, mate. What a stupid cum slut indeed."

It was hard to fuck at this angle, so I let me cock slide out of her slick pussy. I told Mr. White that we needed to get her in a more comfortable position. So I had her stand and walked her back toward the kneeling bench. Her knees looked sore, and the padded step would bring her much needed relief. I spread her legs so her pussy was accessible, and I tied her arms to the side of the bench. She sighed at the relief of having some support for her body. She's been kneeling for some time. 

"I'm going to enjoy her mouth. She needs to clean off this cum of hers. Why don't you see how tight that pussy feels," I said positioning my cock at her mouth.

"Um, Sir?" She squeaked. "May I, um, ask a question?"

"What?"

"Is he going, uh, to, um, f-fuck me?" She managed to get it out shakily.

"Yes."

"But, I... um... thought that this was oral o-only." She said.

I took another crop from the rack on the wall. It was a leather braided crop. Far more painful than the other one we'd been using. I walked behind her, and brought it down hard before she knew what happened. Her shriek was loud followed by tears. The red streak on her ass was soon raised.

"Let's get a few things straight." I snipped. "First, you don't ever ask a question or make a statement that doesn't end in Sir. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Second, there is no 'he'. This is Mr. White. You will refer to him as Mr. White. As far as your training goes, Mr. White has agreed to help me train you. That means Mr. White has unfettered access to you. That means all of you. Your mouth, your cunt, anything. Is that understood."

"Yes, Sir." Her voice trembled. She was scared at the turn these events were taking.

"Then be a good slut, and say thank you to Mr. White for the opportunity to please him." 

"Thank you, Mr. White, for the opportunity to please your cock." She said.

"Now as a punishment for not knowing how to refer to either of us, I'm going to revoke your privilege of using the words 'I' or 'me'. From now on you refer to yourself as 'this girl' or 'this slut'. Understand?"

"I think..." Thwap! Thwap! She'd get this right eventually. "Sorry, Sir. This slut understands." 

I pulled Mr. White aside, and I told him to fuck her hard. I wanted her pussy pounded relentlessly with no breaks. I had given him a Viagra earlier to keep him rock hard. He walked up and rubbed his cock along the whip marks on her ass. They were hot. He slid his cock down to her opening and started to slide in slowly. Once he was fully buried, I watched this young kid pound her pussy with an energy I haven't had in years. He was younger than both Ana and me. He was definitely getting his due. Weeks of discussion that he was going to fuck a submissive slut in training had his sexual potency boiling. The sound of his body slamming into her ass was loud. It almost sounded painful. He had been going for awhile when she first came.

"Ooooooaaaah! This girl is a stupid little whore." She panted.

Mr. White didn't miss a beat in between. He kept slamming her. Pounding her harder and harder. 

"oooooh y-yeaaaah, Mr. W-white, fuck this slut. Ohhh godddd, p-pound it, Mr. White. Oh fuck. This girl is a Stupid, stupid, little whore."

I was impressed with his stamina, but even he couldn't keep it up much longer. He pounded hard, and then pulled out a shot a load of cum bigger than his first load down her back.

"Fucking hell, mate! This dumb slut is a great fuck."

He stepped back and I jumped in behind her a slammed my hard cock deep. I pounded her with an equal strength and speed as Mr. White. Although it took a bit more effort for me. She was just driveling out her mouth at this point. There were no real discernable words. Just hints of "fuck me" and "Oh god" and whatnot. Her pussy was still tight and still soaking wet. She was going to cum again.

"This g-girl, s-stupid whore." It barely made sense, and then in another minute I heard, "...Girl... stuuuupid... whhore." I was ready to blow. I pulled out and shot a thick load over her already covered back. Mr. White took over before I could even take a seat. His eagerness was apparent by the voracity in which he continued to fuck her. He was relentless. She'd been getting fucked extremely hard now for about 45 minutes. She was cumming at regular intervals of about a minute or two in between orgasms. The orgasms themselves lasted near a minute a piece. Her words were lost. She was trying to say something, but absolutely nothing escaped her mouth but mumbled, slurred sounds. Mr. White came again. This time the quantity of his load diminished. I stepped behind her and continued our assault. I was more tired than Mr. White, but the scene unfolding in front of us was so hot that my cock maintained its hardness. I fucked my poor fiancé as best as I could. I had lasted about 15 more minutes before I felt my balls lift, and the cum began pumping down my shaft and exploding from the tip. I came in my hand. Mr. White stepped back in and began again. His thrust was still hard, but the speed was declining. I stepped in front of her and knelt down by her face. I took my hand and spread the cum onto her lips and into her mouth. I peeled back the blind fold for a moment. Her eyes could not focus. She was cumming again. 

"Harder, Mr. White." I demanded. "Destroy that pussy." He picked up his speed.

"You're my stupid, submissive cum dump. Look at me while you get fucked." I whispered.

She was lost in an orgasm frenzy. Her eyes refused to focus and then I saw them start fluttering. Mr. White kept fucking her harder and harder. 

"That's it. Take his cock, you stupid whore. Take it." My voice was quiet and measured. Her eyes were rolling back in her head. Her pussy had been getting pounded for well over an hour, hard and unceasing. Finally she couldn't hold on any longer. Her grip on reality was lost. Her eyes fluttered one last time, and then, at the height of her orgasm, she simply went limp. She was passed out. Mr. White continued stuffing her. Finally he came one last time on her back.

We were both tired. I told Mr. White that I could take it from here. He retired to the house to clean up. I sat on the coach and watched my fiancé lay there. When I met her at the airport a short while ago, she had no idea what was in store for her tonight. Now I watched her thinking that she had no idea what to expect in the coming weeks. I scooped the cum off of her back and into a glass. It was surprising how much there was. I took her panties and wiped her back clean. I left the cum soaked panties on the table downstairs and then carried her to the bedroom. I laid her down and then carefully stroked her face and called her name until she came to. Her eyes fluttered back open.

"How are you?" I asked.

"What happened?" She asked.

"You passed out. You were a good little slut tonight." I said. "You have to remember your rules, though. No matter what. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." She said.

"Sit up a little. You need to drink this down. Okay?" 

"Yes, Sir." She said.

I raised the glass to her lips. She looked thirsty. "Drink it all as fast as you can. It's good for you." She tilted her head back and I poured the glass of cum down her throat. She gulped until it was finished.

She coughed and pursed her lips. "Was that...?" She started her question, but I cut her off.

"That is what little sluts drink." I said caressing her cheek softly. "Now you need to rest. You have a big day tomorrow. Okay?"




Stupid Little Whore



"But, but... I...," and then she thought better of it and simply said, "Yes, Sir."

I locked the door to the bedroom. I had intended on sleeping in my bedroom in the house, but I was worried that she would panic if I wasn't there when she woke up. I quietly tip toed downstairs. I shouldn't have been worried about waking her up. She was going to be out like a light for a long time. The room smelled strongly of sex, sweat and pussy. I opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air. I smiled thinking that had gone well. I walked into the house and grabbed two beers from the fridge. Mr. White was just getting out of the bathroom. I tossed him a beer.

"Well I'd say that went pretty well." I said.

"Pretty well, mate? She passed out. I've never fucked someone until they passed out before. I'd say it went great."

We sat down in the living room. It was 11pm and we were both tired after that first training session. 

"I think I'm going to sleep in the guest house tonight." I said. 

"Why bother? Just leave your slut in there and get her in the morning." Mr. White was far more detached from the situation than I was. He was supposed to be. That's why I enlisted him. He looked at her like a job. I had given him instructions of how to handle her, and he would do just that.

"If I'm not there when she gets up then she's going to panic. She needs to see me first thing, and I need to reinforce that she's safe." I said. "Then we can begin again tomorrow. She still doesn't understand what's happening or where she is."

"Geez, mate, you've really thought this through. I've never trained anyone before. I guess I don't understand all the psychological stuff."

"Just let me worry about that." I said. "If you want there's a bunch of books that I'm going to put in her room tomorrow or the next day. You can page through them if you'd like. I'm just worried about how to start the day tomorrow. The housekeeper will be here tomorrow too. I don't think you met last weekend."

He eyed the stack of books on the table. 

"Well, mate. When you first contacted me I thought you were a bit off. I'm happy you did though. This is an experience of a lifetime, not to mention a really nice place to stay for no money." He joked.

"Having you help me will be worth more than money. I'm risking my entire relationship if this fails, or if she gets fed up and demands to leave. If we succeed, well, I'm not even sure what to think about that yet. I just know it's important to me. I think it's important to her too. She just hasn't realized it yet." I sighed aloud. I was bone tired. "Alright, I'm going to crash. I'll see you tomorrow."

I had slept on the coach in the guest house. I fell asleep easily, and had a deep sleep. I woke early in the morning. It was about 6am. I was going to need to tread carefully this morning. I needed to reinforce the few rules from yesterday and get her prepared for more, a lot more. I had initially thought about bringing her downstairs for training first thing. After some more consideration I decided that might be a bit overwhelming. I wasn't sure that I wanted to reveal the downstairs of the guest house. I think she'd be terrified to see an upscale looking sex room first thing. I had decided to have breakfast with her first to talk. 

The clouds had broken overnight, and although still cool outside at the moment, it was warming up quickly. I went inside to prepare breakfast. I made a fresh fruit salad and set out everything for French toast. I made some green tea. I set the patio table with a nice table cloth. I picked some flowers and put them in a small vase in the center. It looked lovely and the backyard was absolutely stunning. There was a small fountain amid the foliage that offered a tranquil feel to the Polynesian atmosphere that the landscape architect had created. The food was prepared and the oven was keeping it warm. 

I had to get myself ready before waking her. I showered, brushed my teeth, and put on a nice robe that matched my pajamas. I walked back to the guest house and unlocked the bedroom door. It was about 8am at this point. Ana never woke up early especially on the weekends. There were no clocks in the guest house. I didn't want her knowing what time it was. I gently woke her.

"Good morning!" I said.

"Good morning, Sir" she responded.

"How do you feel?"

"I'm tired, Sir. What time is it?" She asked.

"It's time to get up." I said. "I drew you a bath downstairs. Please come with me." I placed the blindfold over her eyes and led her to bathroom downstairs. There were a few scented candles filling the room with the aroma of gardenias. I locked the door behind us and she had to pee right away. I turned to give her privacy. She noted how pretty the bathroom was. When she had finished, I turned around and helped her remove the collar that was still secured around her neck. I helped her step into the bath, and I knelt beside her. She relaxed immediately, and I took a soapy cloth and began wiping her body.

"You're covered in cum." I noted.

"I... I'm not totally sure what happened last night. You and that other guy had fucked me for so long, and, it... it just gets foggy toward the end." She said quietly.

"Please, refer to me properly." I replied softly. 

"I'm sorry, Sir."

Once she was cleaned, I had her step out of the bath and dried her off. I put the blindfold back on and took her upstairs. 

"Get dressed. Please choose anything you'd like." I said.

She opened the dresser drawers and the closet noting that her clothes weren't here. 

"Where is my suitcase, Sir?" She asked a bit confused.

"I put that away for you. You should pick something that you have available here."

"But... there's only..." Her eyes met mine, and she knew what I expected her to wear. She chose a pink lace bra and matching panties. She pulled a pink silk robe from the closet and wrapped it around herself. She looked so sexy.

"Shoes." I stated.

"There are only high heels here, Sir." She noted.

"Shoes." I stated again just a bit more forcefully.

She understood. She picked out a pair of pink strappy heels from the closet and put them on. I had her wait there while I went downstairs. I came back a few moments later with a pink collar that matched her bra and panties.

"I love that you chose pink. It looks great on you. Let's put this on so you match perfectly." I told her as I wrapped the collar around her neck. She held her hair to the side while I secured the buckle. I placed the blindfold back on and walked her out of the guest house to the table. She sat blindfolded while I brought out the food and placed it on the table for us. 

"Now," I said, as I walked around behind her removing the blindfold, "I've made us a nice breakfast." She opened her eyes and took in the beautiful display before her. Not just the breakfast and the table, but the strange location where she found herself. 

"Oh my, this looks delicious, Sir." She said enthusiastically. "W-where are we? I mean, where are we, Sir? This place is beautiful."

"It is beautiful, isn't it! Well, let's see, there's so much to discuss. I'm not even sure where to begin. First off, how was last night?"

"Uh... well... it was nice. I mean I wasn't expected to have a threesome, but it was exciting being blindfolded. You didn't have to do that for me though... um... Sir... you know bring in another guy." She was nervous.

"Did you cum well?"

"Oh yes, Sir. I came a lot. My pussy is sore though. I'm not sure I could handle that again."

"Do you remember talking about being my submissive last night?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you still want to be a full time submissive for me? Do you want to try it for a few months?" I asked carefully. I thought I'd revisit the conversation to really make her feel that she was agreeing to the lifestyle, not being forced into it.

"Yes, Sir. If that's what you want. If I don't have to work then it can't be that hard to do everything you ask. It was hard before with work and errands. Now you'll be at work and I'll have all day to get things done and complete any assignments you have." She seemed confident. She wasn't entirely accurate in her statement. She wouldn't have all day to herself. Not for awhile anyway. 

"Well, do you want to do be a submissive or do you just want to complete simple tasks and assignments that I want? They are two entirely different things." I asked.

"Both I guess, Sir."

"I'm not sure you understand." I said in between sips of my coffee. "If you enjoyed yourself last night, if you want to try this full time without having to work at anything else, then you have to do exactly as you're told."

"Okay..." She said hesitantly.

"What I mean is that, for at least the next week, I'm going to give you a daily itinerary. You will cook, clean, work out and fuck when I tell you to. You will not deviate from the itinerary. Understood?"

"Well what about running errands, seeing my friends, wedding plans..." She began asking.

"One week, Ana, no exceptions. We can discuss things again after the week is over. I promise it will be a very difficult week, and I promise that it will prove to be fulfilling if you make it through. I love you. Agreed or not?"

"I love you to, Sir!" She said. "Ok. I'll do it. I mean, Sir. I'll do it, Sir. One week can't be that hard to work off of an itinerary, Sir. Will we be going back to our place today?"

"Look. I told you we have plenty to discuss. While you were gone, I had a run in with our landlord."

"With Larry? That guy is such an asshole..."

"Well, let me put it this way, we no longer live at that apartment." I said. Her reaction was absolute shock. "I had to move us out." That wasn't exactly true, but she'd learn the truth about her new home soon.

"Well where are we living? Where is all our stuff?" She questioned a bit panicked. 

"We are staying here for the time being. Is this place so bad?" I gestured to our surroundings. 

"No, Sir. But... but can we afford this?"

"You don't need to worry yourself about those things. You need to focus on being a good slut and doing what you're told." I said firmly.

"Yes, Sir." She said although she looked frazzled by this new turn of events.

"Now you listen very carefully. I have gotten you a personal trainer. He will be here every day to work out with you. I have also gotten you cooking lessons from a private chef. She will be here daily I believe. We're still working out the details." "Well that's very nice, Sir, thank you. Can we afford...?"

"If you question my decisions one more time, I will have to punish you."

"I... I'm sorry, Sir."

"Did you enjoy Mr. White last night?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir." 

"Did you like his cock and the way he fucked you?" I asked. I could see Mr. White through window from where I was sitting. He was awake.

"Yes, Sir. He was very good... But I love your cock. You don't need you to bring anyone over." She said.

"Mr. White is going to help me train you." I said.

"What?" She blurted. 

"I said Mr. White is going to help me train you." 

"You mean he's going to fuck me again? Are you just letting anyone fuck me? You're making me feel like a whore. I'm not a prostitute. You can't just make me have sex with people." She was getting louder and more upset. 

"First of all, I'm not renting you out. Second of all, you're my whore and it pleases me to make you feel like one. I suggest you be careful what you say and how you say it. You're going to be trained for the week. This is part of that training. You didn't have a problem sucking his cock last night. You just told me he was a good fuck."

"I know, but... but... I didn't know that he was going to be fucking me all week. I want to leave. I don't want to do this. I don't like what you're doing."

"If you are so opposed you may stand up and leave. If you do, though, then this is it for our relationship as well. You just agreed to be my submissive. Full time. No questions asked. If you decide to stay then your outburst has earned you a punishment." I said it in a low roar. I was upset. "This, Ana, is how it always is with you. You agree to whatever I ask. But the second you decide it's too much for you, or too boring for you, or too much trouble, or you've lost interest then you bail on it." My voice was rising steadily. "This will no longer stand. Ever. If you are too stupid to realize that I'm going to marry you... that I want to spend my life with you... that I would never do anything I didn't think was good for you... then I'll grab your shit and you can move on with your life. Otherwise, you get on your knees now, put your blindfold on and say 'Yes, Sir'. Understood?" I pushed my chair back abruptly. "You'll either learn to stop acting like a child and take responsibility over your decisions, or you'll leave. This breakfast is over!"

She slowly slipped from her chair onto the ground. Tears were forming in her eyes as she fumbled with her blindfold. I felt bad on some level, but I was angry as well. I was tired of her flip flopping on every decision. I was tired of her not following through. I was tired of her constantly questioning me. It suddenly became clear to me why I had set all of this up in the first place. I loved her, but she had tested my patience in this relationship and my patience was now gone. My wife would be a good wife, a good partner, and not someone that was selfish. I pulled the weight in this relationship, and I gave her leeway at every turn. This wasn't about sharing her with another man. This outburst was indicative of every part of our relationship. How quickly I'd forgotten after she seemed so eager last night. On some level, I knew she'd fuck this up too. I swung the back door open to the kitchen as Ana knelt on the ground with her blindfold in place.

"Mr. White?" I called out. "Can you please come here?"

"W... what are you doing? He is here?" Her voice was shaky and quivering. I didn't answer her. 

"Hey mate, sorry I didn't pop my head out earlier. It sounded like this little cum dump was getting in trouble." He said smiling. He always smiled.

"Follow me." I said to him. I grabbed Ana by her arm and yanked her up. I pulled her roughly to the guest house and inside. There were two eye hooks in the ceiling that had ropes running through them with cuffs at the end. I put her wrists in each cuff. The ropes ran up through the hooks in the ceiling and then down to a hook in the floor where it could be tied off. I pulled the rope taut raising her arms up and apart. She was on the balls of her feet. 

"You will call me, Sir, when you speak to me. You will do as you're told. You will be punished otherwise. If you can't handle that then just tell me you need to leave and we'll part ways. Understood?" 

"Yes, Sir." 

I pulled the most painful crop off the wall and gave her two hard swats on her ass. They turned an angry red almost immediately. 

"Mr. White, this slut has been insolent this morning. She needs to be punished. She will do whatever you ask of her during her punishment or she may collect her things and leave. Can you handle her punishment?"

"Sure, mate. I'll have her in ship shape in no time."

"I'll be back later." I said slamming the door behind me. 

I stormed off toward the house, and didn't make it half away across the yard before swearing aloud. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I abruptly turned around and headed back. I opened the door and entered. Mr. White stood holding the crop in his hand. Ana still strung high in the middle of the room. 

"Mr. White, would you step outside for a moment?" I asked. "Just leave the slut hanging there." The words made her bristle.

Mr. White came out and met me on the patio a few moments later. He could see my anger and seriousness.

"Everything alright, mate?" I was amazed at how even keel he was all the time. He was a good natured guy that took things seriously, but never forgot that life was supposed to be enjoyed. He was definitely enjoying this. It calmed me for a moment.

"Look," I began, "I appreciate you signing on to help me with her. I want you to know that it means a tremendous amount to have someone I feel I can trust. I'm sure most people wouldn't understand why I'm doing this. I don't expect that you fully understand yet either. You may notice that she can get me worked up. I'm very upset with her. Not because of anything in particular she said this morning, but because what she said this morning is an extension of things in our relationship that bother me. Do you know what I mean?"

"I think I can understand what you're getting at, mate." He replied calmly.

"I would like nothing better than to punish her right now. I can't. I'm too worked up, and my punishment would be cruel beyond belief. You said when we spoke the first few times that you liked the idea of dominant / submissive relationships and training -- that you liked the idea of training of a slut. That slut that I have strung up in there is my fiancé. I love her more than you will ever know. I need you to punish her. I know that you don't know much about it yet. Go in there and be harsh. She won't like it. I won't leave anything off limits to you... but... Watch her body signals. Listen to her pleas. Understand her limits. Take her to limit of her tolerance, but don't go beyond it. You're an empathetic kid. You'll know what's right. Just stay attuned to her body. Never show her your face. Never let her ask you any questions. Just give her commands, and administer her punishment. But don't hurt her too badly. You may demean her. Mark her with the whip. Let her cry. But don't go too far."

"I'll do my best, mate. Don't worry. I'll be plenty harsh without fucking her up." He said.

"Thank you. Let me know when you're through." He turned around and headed back to the guest house. I waited a moment outside. I heard a bit of commotion on the other side of the fence that separated my yard from the neighbor. I had hoped Ana and I weren't too loud this morning. I decided to head back inside.

I walked into the office. I hadn't spent much time in here since I had set it up. It was my little sanctuary. The walls were adorned with all the artwork that Ana didn't care for. Rock art posters, movie posters and my personal trinkets deemed too bachelory to be kept in our apartment. I finally had a place to keep them. This was my favorite room, and I had made sure it was perfect. I had set up my desk, which was enormously big, with all my computer and electronic gadgets. The cameras that were installed in the guest house all recorded to large hard drives that were in the closet. I powered on my computer and accessed the cameras. I saw Mr. White standing behind my love, and brutalizing her with the crop. I made sure everything was recording, and then I left. I didn't want to watch. 

I cleaned off the table outside and did the dishes. Afterward I took a walk around the neighborhood. It really had turned out to be a nice day. The house wasn't far from our old apartment, but this new neighborhood was all homes and no apartments or duplexes. I hadn't really gotten to know anyone yet. A few people had waved when they saw me driving the U-Haul truck and off loading furniture. The guy next door to me seemed a bit nosy. I hadn't introduced myself formally. I knew that he was paying close attention or conveniently watering the lawn when I spoke to the contractors. I didn't blame him. I'd want to know how long I was going to have listen to construction too, if someone was doing work next to my house. Either way it was a nice change of pace to live next to homeowners who cared what their homes and yards looked like. They were always more considerate neighbors. 

By the time I got back home it had been over an hour since I'd left Mr. White and Ana alone. I walked out into the back yard expecting to see the door open. To my surprise the door was still closed. I went back into the living room and sat down turned on the news. It was almost an hour later before I heard the back door open. Mr. White walked into the living room cracking open a Miller Lite on the way. 




Stupid Little Whore



"Jesus, mate. That woman of yours is pretty amazing." He said. 

"How did it go?" I asked hesitantly. I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

"I'm glad you gave me that little pep talk. I've never in my life done anything like that. She did well, mate. She did real well. Although I'd give her a little time before you head in there. She just got worked over."

"I'll take your word for it." I wondered what had gone down. He knows I could have been watching. For all he knew, I did watch. I'm sure I'd see what happened at some point when I decided to go through the footage. We sat quietly and watched some television. I noticed that he looked a little out of sorts himself. My curiosity was peaked for certain. Dominance and submission experiences release a lot of endorphins. It's common, especially for submissives, to have delicate and conflicting emotions after a demanding experience. I waited another hour before I decided check on her. 

I stared at the door to the guest house for a moment. I took a deep breath before entering. I had calmed down significantly, but Ana was still being punished however he'd left her there. She would probably expect me to still be mad. I walked in quietly. I'm not sure I was prepared for what I saw. She was on the kneeling bench. Each leg was tied down, somewhat clumsily, but secure. Her arms were tied to the front legs. She was covered in cum which was almost all dried by this point. Her ass hung off the end with a butt plug secured tightly in her hole. Her pussy had a sizeable dildo lodged deeply inside it with a thin rope tied from her waist to the end of it preventing it from being pushed out.

She wasn't sure who had entered. I walked up and knelt down near her face. It too was covered with cum. Her breathing was in calm, short breaths. 

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Oh, Sir!" She said happy to hear my voice. "Yes, Sir. I'm much better with you here."

"Did you get punished?" I asked.

"Severely, Sir," She said beginning to cry, "Um, Sir, I... I'm r-r-really s-sor-sorry, S-sir. I ju... juust w-wanted to sssay..." She couldn't even finish her sentence. She just started sobbing.

"Shhhh. I accept your apology. Just relax. Let me help you." I calmed her.

"Th...thank y-you, S-sir," she said it almost too quietly for it to be heard.

I walked behind her seeing the red welts from the riding crop. There were at least twenty that must have been hard. The welts were raised and hot. I could feel the heat emanating from her ass from a few inches away. I untied the rope around the dildo and slowly slid it from her pussy. I had thought he used the little six inch dildo, but as I removed it I realized that this was a nine inch one. A full eight thick inches and been buried inside her. When the end of the dildo popped out, a stream of cum poured out that had been trapped behind it. I grabbed the panties that I left on the table last night. They were full of dry cum already. I used them to wipe up the stream that had poured out of her. Once the cum had stopped I moved up to the butt plug. She must have hated him for this. She didn't like having anything in her ass. I pulled on the end, but her ass had already begun to tighten around it. I slowly tugged letting in stretch her opening until I could get it to crest the widest part. 

"Ughh. Oh. Oww." She squealed in pain softly. Finally I got it to crest and it slipped out the rest of the way. Her ass was opening and closing involuntarily as it got used to being free of its obstruction. Cum bubbled out in little spurts. I looked down her opening and saw a fair amount of cum still stuck in there.

"He fucked your ass?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir. He told me that misbehaved sluts get their assholes fucked." She said.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"No, Sir." She said letting out a few more sobs.

"Not even when he came in it?"

"It hurt so much... b-b-but g-getting the cum f-felt so w-w-warm and s-s-soothing a-a-and I knew it w-would be over. Don't let him fuck me again, Sir. I want you to train me, no one else. Please, Sir."

Staring at her stretched asshole made me hard. I know it hurt her, but it was a part of training she would eventually have to endure. I untied her hands and had her sit up into an upright kneeling position. 

"Squeeze it out of your ass." I said.

Her sphincter squeezed and opened and squeezed and opened. Soon a drool of cum came slowly out of her asshole. I collected it in the glass that I had used the night before. She sat upright for five minutes letting the last droplets fall out of her.

I handed her the glass, and said, "in this house, little sluts don't waste cum. Drink it down." She shakily brought the glass to her mouth and poured it back as quickly as she could. The grimace on her face said it all. I walked back behind her and stuck a finger in her ass. It slid in easily. 

"Do you think you're a misbehaved slut?" I asked her.

"Yes, Sir." She said with hesitation. 

"Does that mean I should fuck your ass?" I asked.

"If that's what Sir thinks I deserve." 

"I'm not going to punish you for misbehaving this morning. Mr. White did that." I said. 

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Sir, for not fucking my ass."

"Oh, I am going to fuck your ass." I said. "But I'm going to fuck it because I told you not to refer to yourself with 'I' or 'me'. When I give you a rule it's meant to be followed." 

The realization washed over her. Last night had been such a haze of emotions and orgasms that she had completely forgotten. I could tell that as soon as I had said it, it registered with her. I had definitely instructed her how to refer to herself, and now she visibly deflated knowing she was going to be punished.

I dropped my pants and spit on my cock to get it lubed. Her ass was still stretched from the plug, so I placed the head right at her opening and pushed inside. I heard her gasp. I fucked it slow and deep. I felt her clenching down on me. The truth is that I was so turned on by her debasement that this wouldn't take long. 

"Does it hurt, slut?"

"Not that much, Sir. This girl is much more used to it now." She replied. I pounded in and out of her listening to her grunt when I got too deep. She never complained. She just took it. When I was finally ready to cum I pressed in deep and shot a huge load deep in her bowels. I grabbed the plug off the table and worked it back into her ass. 

I lead her to the bathroom and shut the door. Inside I told her to remove the blindfold. She complied. Then I told her to remove her collar. She complied. I looked at her. Her holes were all stretched. She was covered in cum. Her whip marks were now turning a dark purple on her ass. 

"You look like a whore." I told her. "Covered in cum like a little cum dump. You want to yell at me for letting someone else fuck you? It makes you feel like a whore, you said? Well how do you feel now? Remember your manners in the future, and you won't have to get treated this harshly. This marks the end of your punishment. Take a bath or a shower. You may not remove the plug from your ass though. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." 

I locked the door behind me. All the locks in the guest house were backwards to keep people in and not out. I retired back to the main house. It was coming up on 1pm. Maria was supposed to be coming over to clean at any moment. I went and took a shower of my own. It felt good to stand under the warm water. The day had not gone as planned so far, but I had to say I wasn't disappointed with the day either. I had planned on breaking Ana in more slowly. Despite the expedited chain of events, she wasn't scared away. Although, I had given her the ultimate motivation -- see it through or leave forever. She was handling things in her own way. I cleaned myself up and got dressed. I walked down stairs and made myself a cup of coffee. 

At 1:30pm the door bell rang. I walked down the hallway to the door and opened it. Sure enough it was the cleaning lady. I invited her inside and asked her to take a seat in the kitchen. 

"It's so good to see you, Maria." I remarked.

"Thank you. It's nice to see you too, Sir." She said. Oh how I loved to here myself referred to that way.

Her English was near perfect considering she had just arrived in Los Angeles recently, but she did have a heavy accent. She still struggled with plurals and some small grammar and vocabulary issues. Often times those issues were inconsistent. Sometimes she spoke properly and other times she'd mess up. It was cute. She was an incredibly sweet woman, and, if I was right, she was going to be an added complication soon. 

"Mr. White?" I called out. He soon came around the corner from his bedroom. I introduced him to Maria briefly. Then I pulled him aside. Whispering I said, "Good job with the punishment. You were more thorough than I imagined. I fucked the slut in her ass again and put the plug back in. Now, I've left her in the bathroom to shower or bathe and get cleaned up. She's been instructed not to remove the plug. Would you please go to the office and watch the bathroom camera and make sure she doesn't disobey?"

"Sure thing. Let me know if you need anything else." He said bounding off to the office.

I turned back toward Maria and apologized for the interruption. I had found her online in an advertisement for a housekeeper. During the construction on the house and right after I had really needed someone to come in and do a lot heavy cleaning. She was a sweet woman about forty years old. She was very adamant about being paid in cash. After much discussion during our first interview, I found out that she was born and raised in Colombia and recently moved to the states after her divorce. She had two kids staying with her sister in Colombia, and she was trying to find work so she could send money back to them. Unfortunately, she couldn't get a visa and came her illegally. Maria was an absolutely stunning woman. She stood 5'6" tall and couldn't have weighed more than 120lbs. She had wide hips, flawless skin, beautiful brown eyes and a large natural chest. Her hair was a long black flowing mane. I had been so turned on when we first met. 

She had asked me about the home, and I told her how I had recently purchased it for my fiancé as a surprise. I showed her some pictures. She seemed completely at ease with me. She had said that a lot of people she met treated her poorly. They were either upper class women that wanted to pay her poorly and boss her around or men that tried to grab at her or proposition her. I offered to pay her double what she asked. She had done an incredible job the first few times she cleaned. 

It was a week ago, last Saturday, when things had gotten a little more complicated. It was also the day I realized that my overall plans for Ana may be altered as well. She had done the entire house top to bottom and then she sprayed down the patio. She watered the plants and flowers. She was thorough as always. She had come to me and pointed out the guest house and offered to clean it. I had told her during our first meeting that it was off limits, but she had brought it back up. I told her again that wouldn't be necessary. She pressed and said that I was very nice, and I was paying her too much. She wanted to do everything. I was very clear that Ana was coming back soon and that she would slowly start to take over the cleaning duties. She seemed deflated. She said that she wanted to keep me as a regular client. She kept pressing, and I finally reluctantly sat her down to talk to her. 

"Maria," I had said, "The guest house is off limits. It's a private place. I won't need you to clean it."

"I won't look at your things." She assured me. "I just clean it."

I sighed heavily, "You don't seem to understand. I really do like you, but the guest house is a place where I practice an alternative lifestyle. What I keep in there is none of your business."

"I don't understand this words." She said in her thick accent. "What is alternative lifestyles?"

"Um, I'm not sure how to explain it. I don't want to offend you in any way." I had replied.

"It's okay. I need to understand this things." She said.

"I, um, I mean, like... Oh hell, you're a grown woman. What I'm trying to say is that it's a place for sex." I finally managed to get out.

"Eh...um...." Her face blushed and she looked down toward the floor as she finished. "It's okay. I'll clean anyway. There is laundry, yes?"

"It's private!" I said again. 

"It's okay. I don't mind the sex mess. I wash the sheets. I show you how thorough I work and you won't fire me."

"You don't understand. I'm not firing you. All I said was that I didn't need you long term that's all."

"But I'll do better and you'll keep me. You can pay me less. I'll clean the guest house. You'll see."

This was going in circles. "Fine. Follow me." I said walking her out to the guest house. "I wish you would listen. This is awkward for me. I really didn't want you to see this." I opened the door to let her in. 

"Thank you. I'll do a good job. You'll see." She said pleased that she had gotten me to agree. She stepped inside and then fell silent.

The inside was already pretty spotless since it hadn't been used. She was slack jawed as she stared around the room. I stood there quietly while she walked in, almost possessed by curiosity. She looked at the collars and the riding crops -- touching them as if they were fragile. She walked over to the selection of dildos and vibrators picking one up. She looked back at me nervously blushing. She saw the porn movies and video cameras. 

"I tried to tell you." It was all I could really say at the moment.

"I... ah... You make movies here for sex?" She asked.

"No!" I replied. "I train women to be submissive... That want to be submissive. Do you know what I mean? I'm not a pornographer." 

She understood what I meant. She walked over and picked up a collar. She wrapped it around her neck. She was fascinated by the feel of it. She walked toward the kneeling bench and instinctively put her knees on the padded step. 

"I seen this in movies." She said. "You... uh, come se dice?... teach women y... what is the word... um... discipline... you discipline women?" 

"Yes." I had said. "Not many people like this. I didn't want you to be frightened coming in here."

"You're always concerned about me. This is why I like working for you. I... um... want you to show me this things you do." She said.

"Show you what?" I was now the one that was a little nervous while she was curious.

"Show me how you do this?" She said again gesturing to the room.

"I can't show you without someone here to demonstrate with." I replied. "You want to see me train my fiancé?"

She fidgeted a little while thinking. "Maybe." She said pausing, "I think yes. Yes. Or... or... you could... um... demonstrate with... me."

"You've done this type of thing before?" I was surprised by her reaction. 

"Oh, no! Never anythings like this. I... um... I want to see how you do it. I never seen a place with so much of this types of things."

She continued to look around. She touched the sex swing watching it rock back and forth through the air. 

She sat down on the sofa still fidgeting with the collar. She stared off into space for a few moments. Her curiosity changed to a pensive silence. I saw her eyes begin to water. I sat down beside her. I put my hand on her knee trying to not be disrespectful by touching.

"Are you okay? Have I frightened you? I'm sorry if I..." 

"I'm lonely." She finally said as if she had been holding it in. 

I was taken totally by surprise. Maria was a beautiful woman. She was an exceptional house keeper. She had an ease about her that made her pleasant to be around and talk with. She was clearly a woman that was too smart to be a housekeeper, but probably had few options given her immigration status. That statement, however, was dripping with emotional need that had been bottled up for far too long. I was ill prepared for it.

"Please," I said, "talk to me if you need. I don't mind."

She paused for a moment. She looked at me with a new look, a painful look. She began to speak, "I only live here in America for four months. I have no friends. I miss my children. I was married for twenty two years to a man that didn't love me. I marry him when I was 18 years old. He cheated on me all the time. He had been the only one that I had sex with. He stopped sleeping with me years and years ago. So I get divorced. I tried dating, but most men took advantage of me. They only want me for sex. I don't like it how they treat me. Now I move here and I make money to send home, but I'm lonely. I need to be touched. I... I like you. You treat me well."

I honestly felt horrible. I didn't know what to say to this woman. I had an outpouring of emotions. 

"I'm sorry to hear that, Maria. You are a beautiful woman. You deserve better than that... but... well I'm not sure how I can help you."

"I... I want you to show me this things you do here. I want you to touch me. I haven't been touched in a long time. I want to try this with someone that knows how to treat women this way."

I was conflicted, and more importantly I was engaged to be married. I would love to train another woman, but I would have to get Ana to a place where she could handle that kind of thing.

"If men only want you for sex, then why would you want me to teach you? What I'm trying to say is that this type of lifestyle, this training, is strictly about obedience, discipline and sex. So, why would you want that?" I asked.

"Because you're a kind man. Because you show me this things." She said gesturing to the room. "Because I want to chose who can touch me and make me feel things. Because you know how to do this things with women. Because I want to try this with a strong man that knows what he wants... That knows how to make me feel these things. It's not like other men who want to grab me and make me do things. You never treated me like this. You're always nice to me. You pay me better than other people. You're a good man. I want a good man to show me this things and discipline me. It... it turn me on thinking about it. I can be obedient. I was an obedient wife I just never got touched or loved back."

How strange it is when you spend your life trying to get a girl to be submissive, and then a naturally submissive woman shows up on your doorstep. Maria, from what she was saying, was submissive.

She leaned in puckering her lips and tried to kiss me. I backed away. She looked down at the ground rejected.

"I'm engaged, Maria. You know that." I said it softly to not hurt her feelings.

"I'm so sorry." She said standing to leave. "Oh I'm so sorry."

"Stop." I said. "Come back here." She came back and stood in front of me. "You really want to be trained? You want me to teach you?"

"Yes." She said sheepishly.

"Fine. You do what I say, and if things work out when my fiancé gets back maybe I'll train you. Does that sound okay to you?"

"Really!? Oh, thank you." She said.

"Can you follow instructions?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Let me have a look at you. Take off your clothes." I ordered politely. 

She looked at me shocked at the bluntness of the command, but didn't hesitate to start removing her clothes immediately until she was standing naked in front of me. 

"Put on the collar." She wrapped the black bondage collar around her neck and clasped it shut. She still fidgeted with the large d-ring on the front of it. 

"Sit on the couch and spread your legs." Her reactions were effortless.

"Now rub your pussy." She blushed a bit and had trouble making eye contact, but her hands moved to her sex and began to work. 

Her pussy was not shaved. The dark hair was neatly trimmed. Her outer lips were thin and honey brown like her complexion. When she spread them open it was the purest pink. Her clit stuck out obscenely. Not a normal little nub like most women, but a long hard nub -- big and sensitive. Her breasts sat somewhat high on her chest with a deep crease under each where they hung. She had massive dark areolas two and half or three inches in diameter with large dark nipples. I could smell the moisture in her pussy as she rubbed her clit. I wanted her so badly. My cock strained in my pants begging for release. I walked around the couch behind her. I reached over her shoulders and slid my hands down to her pendulous breasts. She sighed small sounds of delight at my touch. I rolled her nipples between my fingers. She squirmed with every touch.




Stupid Little Whore



"How many men have you slept with?" I asked

"Four," she said.

"Call me Sir when you speak to me. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Have you ever been with a woman?" I asked.

She was close to cumming. I could hear her breathing quicken. "I have thought about it, Sir."

"If you want me to train you, I will ask you to do things that you may not have done before or that might be painful." I said softly.

"Like whip me?" She asked.

"Yes. Like whip you." As the words left my lips she came hard. Her body shook violently. I watched her breathtaking display in front of me. This woman was sexually repressed. She needed someone to tell her it was okay to be sexual and naughty. When she began to come down I asked, "Does that excite you?" I wondered if thought of the crop pushed her over the edge.

"Oh yes. It excites me a lot." She said breathing heavily.

"Get on your hands and knees." I commanded.

She slid from the couch to the floor in a naturally submissive pose. She continued to touch her pussy. Two fingers plunged in and out of her wet hole. She came again and then again. I finally walked around to her and rubbed her round, firm, full ass. I slid my hand between her thighs and rubbed the slit of her pussy. It was extremely wet. I wanted nothing more than to take out my cock and bury it inside her. I unzipped my pants, letting them fall around my ankles. I grabbed my erection and started stroking it slowly. She turned her head to look back at me catching a glimpse of my cock. 

"Eyes forward." I said sharply. I stroked furiously until I was ready to explode. I aimed at her beautiful ass and shot an unusually large load of cum all over it. I could hear her gasp when the first warm jets sprayed her skin. When I was fully drained I pulled my pants back up. I grabbed her panties from the floor, and started to slide them up her legs. She lifted her knees when I got to them allowing me to pull them up her thighs and finally covering her cum covered ass. She reluctantly pulled her fingers from her pussy as I pulled them up. Her panties began to discolor immediately as the cum soaked into them. I pulled her to her feet and handed her the jeans she had worn. She put them on. I was mesmerized by her breasts as they swung back and forth while she pulled the tight jeans around her ass. 

"You will not shower until tomorrow morning. You may not change your clothes. You will sleep in those panties tonight." I said.

Again I heard a gasp from her. Everything seemed to excite her. I grabbed a pen and paper. I wrote down the name and address of a store.

"I would like nothing more than to fuck you. I just can't do it until my fiancé arrives and begins her training. If I fuck you, she will be there to watch. If you like that thought... if you want to be trained, you will go to this store." I handed her the piece of paper. "You will buy a padded black bondage collar like the one you're wearing, a black garter belt and black stockings, and a pair of strappy black high heel shoes. You will bring them with you in a small bag the next time you come here, and you will wait to hear instructions from me on what you should do."

Her hand shook nervously as she took the paper from my hand. "Y-yes, Sir. Thank you." She said softly.

"Now get the rest of your clothes on, and get out of here for the day. You did a wonderful job cleaning as always." I walked out abruptly without waiting for a response. My cock was hard again already. Twenty minutes later I heard her walk through the house toward the front door. She poked her head into the living room and said she was leaving and she'd see me next Saturday. She smiled wide. She was happy. As she turned, I could see the dark stains soaking through the ass of her jeans. I knew she must have felt very naughty. I couldn't believe my luck with this woman. 

That situation had unfolded exactly one week ago. So this is how I found myself on this particular Saturday afternoon. My housekeeper sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee with me and clutching a small bag that held some intimate belongings. My fiancé was locked in the bathroom in the guest house turned sex room with a butt plug in her ass. And a relative stranger, who happened to be my new roommate, sat in my office monitoring a live video of my fiancé making sure she didn't remove the medium sized, aforementioned butt plug I had lodged in her earlier today. Maria looked nervous. Her nipples pressed at the fabric of t-shirt. It wasn't cold inside, so I could only assume she was turned on. 

"Hey, mate? Can you come in here for a minute?" I heard Mr. White calling me 

from my office. 

"Come with me, Maria." I said walking toward the office. Maria followed behind me still clutching the bag. Mr. White was rewinding the video when I arrived in the doorway.

"What's going on? Has she been a bad girl in there? I'm going to be pissed if she took that thing out." I said.

"Um, it's a little more complicated than that I think. Uh, you might want Maria to leave us alone for a moment while I show you this." He said motioning toward the petite Colombian woman hovering behind me. 

"I'll handle my employees, thank you, Mr. White." I snapped at him. I'm not even sure why, but it surprised him as much as it did me. Maria just smiled at me happy at my decision to include her.

"Suit yourself, mate. Here, take a look at this." He said shrugging off my tone and pressing play. 

"Maria, come watch this with me." I said motioning her forward toward the screen. Mr. White stared at me confused as to why I would include the housekeeper. 

On the screen was a picture of Ana running a bath for herself. She stood by the counter trying to look back at her ass touching the purple marks from her punishment. She sat down on the corner of the tub letting her feet soak while the tub filled. After a moment she reached for the shaving cream and razor, presumably to shave her legs. It was just out of reach. She went to stand and had a noticeable issue. Her face contorted slightly and she looked down towards her ass. 

It appeared as if the butt plug had suctioned to the porcelain ledge on the tub. She probably hadn't realized that the bottom of the plug had suction capability. I was amused. She had tried to stand again and then unsure of why she was stuck there jumped up in a panic. The plug popped out with an audible sound and she made an "oomph" noise as her asshole stretched wide freeing itself from the intruder. She looked around guiltily as if someone had seen, but she was alone. The cameras were well hidden. She'd never find any. 

Convinced that she was alone she stared at the plug. She unstuck it and picked it up. She tried to measure the girth by wrapping her fingers around the widest part. She looked around the room again frustrated, probably from the lack of mirrors. She pulled one ass cheek to the side trying to look back at her asshole. She looked a little like a dog trying to catch its tail. She wanted to see the opening. She reached back and touched her asshole. She put a finger in her ass, then two. She was shocked by how wide open she felt. She pulled her fingers out finding my cum on them. She raised them to her mouth licking tentatively at first and then cleaning them thoroughly. She sniffed the plug holding it to her nose and then stuck it back to the ledge. 

She slowly sat trying to aim the tip of it back into her asshole. She got it nearly all the way in before pulling off completely and then sitting again. She was hesitant to get over the hump. She started bouncing on it as if trying to open up her hole. Then strangely enough she started touching her pussy. She was riding this plug two thirds of the way and making herself cum. Finally she pressed down a little too far and her hole crested the girth of the plug, planting it inside her. She froze still. Then she stood up quickly letting pop out and then down again all the way. She smirked. She tried that a few more times until she exploded in a powerful clitoral orgasm. Finally she left it planted in her hole where it should have never left. 

"Son of a bitch!" I said. "Did she or did she not squeal in pain when you fucked her in the ass this morning?" I asked confounded. 

"She cried like a little girl, mate. That hole was fucking airtight when I cracked it open. I know it hurt. I fucked it for a good long while though before I came in it."

"So what you're telling me is after years of dating this slut, and hearing her complain about taking it in the ass, she now likes getting her hole stretched? That is unbelievable."

"Doesn't look like that's much of a punishment at this point, mate." Mr. White stated.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I was furious with this girl. "Maria, did it look like she enjoyed that butt plug?"

She looked jolted at being asked to give an opinion on this obscene video she just watched. She paused for a moment clutching her bag even harder. Then she said, "it look like she like putting it in and out of her ass to help her cum... Sir." 

Again Mr. White eyed me as if he wasn't sure why the housekeeper was even here much less giving an opinion. And now she was responding to me as Sir.

"Exactly. That is exactly what I saw. I mean I told her explicitly not remove that from her ass. And why is she cumming on her own? Did we not tell her she wasn't allowed to cum without our permission?" I asked aloud, but to no one in particular.

"I didn't give her that instruction." Mr. White remarked.

"Hmm. I guess I didn't either." I said. "Well she needs to be punished for this. I mean this girl loves me. I know that. But she can not follow instructions for shit. I need to knock her down a few notches. Get her off of her high horse."

"Whip her again?" Mr. White suggested.

"No. That's not good enough. We need something emotionally and physically exhaustive." My mind was turning. I glanced to the side and saw Maria still standing there nervously clutching her bag. "Well, Maria, do you like what you've seen so far? Do you like watching my fiancé?"

"Y... yes, Sir." She spoke sheepishly again.

"Well you don't sound so sure. Either you like this or you don't. Do you want to be a part or not?" I said it dismissively like I didn't care about the answer. Deep down I was praying for her to say yes. 

She paused. I think she thought about how I had been referencing my own fiancé, and knew not to take my tone offensively. "Yes, Sir. I want to be part of this things." She said.

"Well then I think you should stop strangling that bag in your hand, and make use of its contents. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir." She said turning toward the bathroom. 

"Where are you going? Get back here." I said.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I was going to put on..." 

"Going where?" I cut her off. "Right here is fine."

I looked at her. She glanced at Mr. White embarrassed. I suddenly realized the issue she was having. 

"Oh. Shit. I'm so sorry. I can't even think straight today. Um...I introduced you both earlier. Mr. White, Maria. Maria, Mr.White." I did the quick reintroduction. "Mr. White here is helping me train Ana. He helps me with discipline and fucking her." I said to Maria. Then turning toward Mr. White I said, "Maria here wanted to clean the guest house last week and stumbled upon my play room. Turns out she liked what she saw." They both acknowledged each other with a newfound understanding. "Great." I said. "Now either put that on or go clean. We need to get to work."

Maria glanced at Mr. White and then began to undress. She took off her t-shirt first and her breasts spilled out in a massive jiggling mess. Oh they looked so good. No bra. I liked that. Next were her jeans. She pushed them down toward her ankles bending over at the waist. Her ass jutted out into the air, a thin piece of g-string fabric disappeared into the crack of her ass, but that was soon gone as well. 

"Fantastic." I said looking at her. It made her smile to see my approval. Mr. White instinctively reached out to touch her breasts. I picked up a spare crop that I kept in the office, and swatted his hand. 

"Not for you." I said playfully. "This is my new little project. I'll be the first to fuck her, and she's hands off unless I say otherwise." I raised the crop again and cracked it on her ass. She smiled a devilish smile, and Mr. White could see that she enjoyed the rather hard smack. "Fantastic!" I stated again. 

Maria soon had on her new uniform. The black stockings and heels looked sublime. The garter belt hugged her ass and hips perfectly almost like a second skin made just for her. My cock begged for release. She reached back into her bag and grabbed the black padded bondage collar. She fiddled with it in her hands.

"I'll take that, Maria." I reached out and took the collar from her hand. "When I put this on, Maria, it's called collaring. It means you want to be trained. When you come here you will wear it. When you wear it, you'll follow my instructions and do as you're told."

"Yes, Sir." She smiled. She liked the idea of being collared. 

"Kneel." I said. She slinked to the ground in front of me. I took the collar and wrapped it around her thin, fragile neck and clasped it tight. "How would you like to try licking some pussy?"

"I like to try, Sir."

"Excellent. I want you to go wait at the door to the guest house. When you come in with me, I don't want you to say a single word. Just do what you're told." I liked how closely she listened to her instructions. "When's the last time you got fucked?"

"November, Sir."

"Would you like some cock today?" I asked.

"Oh yes! Please I like that very much, Sir!" She exclaimed.

"Ok. We'll see how you do. Get going."

Maria left us in the office. I looked back through the footage. I just wasn't sure what to do. Ana wasn't listening very well. As usual, she said what I wanted to hear, but she didn't act accordingly. I didn't want to traumatize her on day one. I thought maybe a little heart to heart to start would be a good plan. I wanted to see what she said. I wanted to see if she was willing to acknowledge her mistake.

Mr. White sat in the chair next to me. He hadn't said anything since Maria had stripped naked. I noticed him staring at me with a quizzical look on his face.

"What?" I asked referring to his expression.

"What the fuck was that mate?" He asked wagging his finger at the pile of clothes Maria left behind.

"You mean Maria?" I asked.

"Yeah. How the hell did that happen? The housekeeper last week, and this week a collared slut?" He looked perplexed and amazed at the same time. 

"I dunno. I just fell into it." I said shrugging my shoulders. "She has a fantastic body though, right? I mean how excited are we? Don't worry. I'll let you have a go at her eventually."

"I... I just don't know what to say, mate. You might be my hero." 

"Shut up, dick. Don't get all gay on me. C'mon, let's go figure out what to do with Ana."

I walked out to the back and found Maria kneeling in front of the door to the guest house. I admired how easily this submissiveness came to her. I tapped her shoulder and motioned her to follow me inside. They both knew to stay quiet until they were called upon. I walked in and knocked on the bathroom door before opening it. Ana knelt on the bath mat by the sink. 

"How's my slut?" I asked. "Feeling better after a bath?"

"Yes, Sir. This girl feels much better now."

She had dressed back in her pink bra and panties. I calmly reached over removing both articles. She understood that she would not need them. I bent her over the counter and wriggled the end of the butt plug. 

"Still intact." I noted.

"Yes, Sir. This girl wouldn't take it out without permission."

I noted the blatant lie and walked her out to the sofa with her blindfold back on. I sat her down and massaged her shoulders. 

"Thank you, Sir. This girl really needed a massage."

"It's my pleasure. You had a really hard night last night and hard morning as well. Do you know how much I love you?"

"Yes, Sir." She said nuzzling her head into my chest.

"About this morning, Steph, I'm sorry you got whipped so hard. Those marks will go away in a week or so. I'm just really not okay with you saying things that you don't mean. Telling me you'll do something that you never intend on doing. And lying. You lie all the time. You even lie about stupid stuff that isn't worth lying about. You know?"

"I'm sorry, Sir. This girl promises to be better." 

"Well, I just don't think you know how deeply I love you. Part of the reason I want to train you is so you can be a better partner. I don't want you to look for a job because I don't want you to feel overwhelmed. I want you to have time to work out, which you've complained about. I want you to have time to learn to cook so when we have a family we won't always be eating out. I want you to have time to keep our home cleaned. I'm not trying to force you to be a housewife. You can get a job again if you want. But, well, you've made me carry the weight in our relationship doing most of the work. I just want you to help. I don't mind sharing responsibilities, but I do want help... without complaining. I don't consider it helping out when you complain profusely about it. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir. This girl didn't know these things bothered you so much."

"I've told you before, but I just don't think you listen anymore. You're selfish. If you don't want to do something then you just ignore me. I don't want to live like that. I don't want that to be my reality for the rest of my life."

"I'm sorry, Sir. This girl promises she'll change. This girl promises she'll learn to be a better wife. This girl is really sorry."

"And the lying?" I asked. "You'll stop lying to me to?"

"Yes, Sir. This girl promises."

"Thank you. That's all I ask." I leaned forward and kissed her lips. She kissed back in need of affection.

Mr. White and Maria sat quietly watching this conversation unfold. They saw that I loved her. They saw our moment of understanding in the midst of the craziness. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. 

"How would you like me to take that plug out for you?" I asked.

"Oh please, Sir. This girl would love to have that taken out."

"You didn't like having it in there? Was it uncomfortable?"

"Yes, Sir. This girl hates having it in there." It hadn't looked like she hated it so much on the video I thought to myself.

"You were a good girl, right? You didn't take it out in the bathroom?" I asked.

"Oh no, Sir! This girl would never dare take it out without permission. This girl hasn't touched it." She said.

I looked over at Mr. White and Maria. They were shocked at her blatant lie just a minute after she said that she wouldn't lie anymore. It was just as I assumed. She was entirely disingenuous. I reached down and touched her pussy and clit. She cooed in my ear at the soft attention.

"Have you cum today?" I asked.

"No, Sir. Mr. White said I wasn't allowed to cum while being punished even if he fucked me well."

I nodded to Mr. White for a job well done. I also noted the second lie since I knew full well that she had made herself cum.

"Well, my love, do you want to try something that will make you cum really well before I take the plug out."

"Yes, Sir."

I left her on the couch and went to the bookshelf. I removed a vibrating egg with a remote control and an eleven inch extremely thick dildo. I set up what looked like an mic stand in the middle of the room. It had a large flat, heavy metal base and an adjustable metal rod the came up vertically from the center. I could see my two friends watching me carefully. I walked back over to Ana and inserted the egg inside her. She was being very good. 

"Trust me; you've never felt anything like this before I promise."

"Full of new tricks, aren't you, Sir." She said playfully.