7 comments/ 27062 views/ 5 favorites Different Methods Ch. 01 By: RedRavenBaltimore This cunt is called mandy. Mandy's Lord Husband has instructed her to share the story of her training. The cunt mandy is grateful to be allowed to write from her point of view. My name was Amanda Stevens. I met my husband Richard during college. I studied History, and my area of special interest was the Medieval Period. My friends joked that I was working on my ready-for-marriage degree. There was some justice in their jokes, because I was more attractive than intelligent, and my studies had no practical use in the world. I could have gone on to become a scholar, I suppose, but I wasn't especially interested in burying myself in books, papers, and old archives written in ancient foreign languages. My husband, four years my senior, graduated from Law School at the same time I was graduating with a Bachelor of Arts. We were married the summer after graduation. We honeymooned in the Caribbean and he settled into work at a big Firm that expected him to clock eighty hours a week. I settled in as a fairly idle home maker. We even had a real white picket fence. Without children, the hours and days dragged on. I kept up a fairly intense regimen of aerobics to keep my figure trim. I am honey blonde with big brown eyes. My bust and rear are on the voluptuous side of generous, but it takes a real effort to keep my waist and thighs slender. I gladly put in that effort, as I had little else to do. I kept house well and fixed gourmet meals at any hour my man came home. This left plenty of time for shopping. Money was never an issue. But my main interest was in keeping my husband interested in me. I was not what you would call a lifestyle submissive, although I certainly am now, but when I discovered Richard's interest in whips and chains I certainly encouraged him. A few welts and bruises were a small price to pay to keep him interested in my ass. I enjoyed the intensity of the nipple clamps and I especially liked to hear my husband talk dirty to me, something he was very willing to do when he knew that he was in charge. I didn't mind a bit calling him 'Master' or 'Daddy' or whatever else he wanted to hear. I furnished our finished basement with a St. Andrew's cross, a spanking bench, and a whole rack of toys. It was our playroom several nights a week. So when Richard suggested that it might be good for both of us if I went to intensive submissive training, I didn't argue much. In fact, after an initial shock, I was rather excited at the prospect. The institution was very blandly named The Training Facility, and their public offices were small, very elegant, and tastefully furnished. I sat in a comfortable chair across the desk from the Director, a snowy-haired old man who reminded me very much of a kindly grandfather. Richard was on my right. I hardly remember the conversation. I signed a number of papers that I didn't bother to read, trusting my husband to have done that. Then we all sipped on some excellent spiced tea and chatted about something. I was about to bring up some practical matters relating to luggage and moving details, when I began to get very sleepy. I woke up in total darkness, completely nude. The first thing I noticed was that the bed I was lying on was extremely hard and uncomfortable. In fact, it felt like cement with a lot of big stones in the mix. That is what it turned out to be. There were no pillows, sheets, or blankets. The second thing I noticed was that I had been shaved completely bald, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and everywhere in between. After recovering from these initial shocks, and shaking off the aftereffects of whatever drug they had certainly given me, I looked around and tried to make sense of my situation. It was so dark I couldn't see my hand in front of my face, so visual exploration was impossible. I tried to find a comfortable position and did some thinking. Obviously this was the beginning of my training. There would be nothing to do but wait for it to be explained. I had expected something a whole lot more amateurish, perhaps a mock-up dungeon sex club. This already seemed to be a more total experience. I resigned myself and just lay back looking at where I imagined the ceiling was. Suddenly, the lights came on from high overhead. They were bright and white and I was blinded for a moment. Looking around, I saw I was in one large but very plain rectangular room. The walls were brick, painted white and the floor was a plain white linoleum tile. At the far end of the room there was a shower, sink, and toilet. Other than the shower door, which was glass, there was no privacy at all to this bathroom. What I was lying on was indeed intended as a bed. It projected from the wall and was raised off the floor by two steel legs. The only other furniture in the room was a single straight backed chair sitting in the middle of the room. The entire wall opposite the toilet was taken up by a row of floor-to-ceiling mirrors. I wondered immediately if they were one way glass. Opposite my bed was a large steel security door, also painted white. A hinged door about a foot high at the bottom could pass things in and out. To the right of the door was an electrical panel with a single large red button. It was labeled 'emergency'. I had just begun a second examination of the room, when a speaker I couldn't see crackled to life. It was a cheerful, male baritone voice. "Good morning, cunt!" I felt an immediate surge of indignation and anger at being addressed in that way. But I thought I had better let it go until I understood my situation a little better. "Welcome to the training facility!" Well, he did sound welcoming at least. "Stand and face the mirror." I stood up and faced the mirror, feeling very conscious of my nudity and the fact that I had been shaved completely bald. I didn't try to cover myself with my hands, though. There didn't seem to be any point. "I am a trainer here. In fact, I am your trainer. If you follow all instructions today and show no sign of rebellion, we will meet tomorrow. You will address me simply as 'trainer' and every sentence you speak to me will end with the word 'trainer'. I am behind this glass right now, and you will never know when I am watching you. Try to remember that as your training progresses. Do you understand everything I have told you so far?" Rebellion didn't seem to be very useful at that moment, so I just answered: "Yes, Trainer." "Good, cunt. I will begin by explaining a little bit about your training and the philosophy of this facility, and then I will instruct you on what to do today. Pay attention, because I will not repeat myself or answer any questions. If you fail to understand or obey today, you will have the opportunity to try again tomorrow." "First, I would like you to know that you are not a prisoner. At any time, you may press the red button next to the door. We will provide you with clothing, contact your owner to pick you up, and escort you off the facility. You will have failed your training, and the large amount of money your owner has paid to have you trained will be forfeit. If you wish to press the red button, but are in a different room of the facility, you need only say the words 'red button' and you will be returned to this room to press the button. If you are unable to speak, you may tap out the universal SOS signal. If you do not know it, it will be shown to you before you are gagged or otherwise prevented from speaking. My advice to you, and the advice of many successful graduates, is to forget that the red button exists for the sake of your own sanity." That was interesting. I was tempted to press the red button right then and give Richard a piece of my mind. But at the same time, it was exciting. I had never felt so vulnerable and humiliated in my life, and it was just beginning. I had agreed to this and my husband had paid for it. I could go along with it. After all, was it so very different from what I had already done to make him happy? "Second, we will do our very best to keep you from coming to any harm here. We have never had a serious, life-threatening incident. We have a physician on staff, as well as a nutritionist and several nurses and medical technicians. You will not be cut, scarred, burned, branded, or starved. Your health will not be intentionally jeopardized. In fact most of our trainees leave in better health than when they arrived. You will have the opportunity for an appropriate amount of rest. We maintain the facility at a constant temperature of seventy-six degrees, which is ideal for naked bodies." I nodded to indicate that I understood. That sounded alright, anyway. He went on, and his voice grew harder. "However, like most or our trainees, you are terribly spoiled and take a great many things for granted. You must understand that you have no rights and have not yet earned any privileges. You have no name, only a designation of your function. We have three classes of trainees here. Bitches are trained as pets for their owners. They are never permitted to stand or speak. Whores are trained to provide pleasure to any man or woman they are directed to serve. You are a cunt. You will be trained to serve only your owner, and you will receive special training tailored to his desires. Cunts like you are the most demanding to the staff here, as each training program must be carefully and specifically designed." I was sure that the rage showed in my face, and I didn't care. I and my cunt were a burden to this overpaid guy I had never met? He went on as if he had read my mind. "We do a large business training cunts, and we have many satisfied clients. All of the teaching that your owner has paid for will be available to you, but only if you fully cooperate with your training. You may press the red button at any time. You may also remain in this room and do whatever you like for as many days as you wish. You may scream at the walls or do whatever else pleases you. We have never had a cunt choose to remain in her room for more than three days. In order to give you a better understanding of your new reality, you will spend your time from now until lights on tomorrow alone in your room. If you choose to be obedient to the simple instructions I will give you, tomorrow will be different. If you choose to be disobedient, tomorrow will be the same as today." He sounded as if he really didn't care which way I picked. I had heard of people going mad from solitary confinement and shivered to myself suddenly. This could be a very long day. Did I want two or three of them? And, right on cue, he asked the question. I wondered how many times he had done this. "Do you intend to obey today?" I nodded, very sincerely. "Yes, Trainer." "That's a good cunt. At this facility we reward good behavior by granting new privileges, and punish poor behavior by removing privileges. The first rule is that you may never, ever complain in any way. The second rule is that you must thank anyone who gives you anything, whether you are given instruction, a spanking, or a pillow." I thought I heard a smile in his last remark. It would be a long night with no pillow. Maybe he was right when he had said I was spoiled! But if I was spoiled, so was just about everybody else. "Now let's get down to specifics. You will not sit or lie down during the day. The chair is provided for the convenience of your teachers. You have not earned the privilege of sitting. You may stand or kneel as you prefer. In a few minutes your breakfast, served in two stainless steel bowls, will be passed into your room. You will move them to the center of the room and kneel facing the shower. You will part your legs and place your hands at the small of your back. You will eat and drink using your mouth only. It is important that you part your legs sufficiently that I have an excellent view of your labial lips, your clitoris, and your anus, as well as your thighs and buttocks. Today, these have not been abused in any way, but on future occasions I will need to judge their condition. Many cunts also find this posture appropriately humiliating." He was right that was humiliating. I would have to eat like a dog, bent over and deliberately showing him my most private parts! Suddenly I felt flushed and a little moist. I blushed. Oh that was perfect, at this rate I'd be dripping wet for his examination. "After eating, you will push the bowls back out into the hallway. You will remain on your knees for that process, with your hands behind your back. I am told it is possible to use your chin." "Is that all?" I muttered sarcastically. "No, that is not all. Also you are to address me as 'trainer', and I do not appreciate the tone of that remark. If you do not intend to be obedient and cooperative we can try again tomorrow." He didn't actually sound angry, he sounded bored, almost as if my smart mouth was just like the smart mouths of a lot of other women. I tried to backpedal quickly. "I'm sorry, Trainer. Please teach me, Trainer?" He actually laughed. "Very well, cunt. After breakfast, you will brush and floss your teeth. You will brush your teeth after every meal. A toothbrush, toothpaste, and floss are located in the cabinet above your sink. Lunch and dinner will be the same process as breakfast." "At several times during the course of the day, you will likely need to use the toilet. You have not yet earned the privilege of wiping with paper, so immediately after using the toilet you will shower. There is a soap dispenser inside the shower, labeled 'soap'. You will find the soap mildly abrasive. You do not need hair care products. While showering, you will use the provided safety razor to shave everywhere. After shaving, you will rub your skin with lotion. The lotion dispenser is labeled 'lotion'. The lotion is specific to your skin type and your owner's preference in fragrances." "You have not yet earned the privilege of using a towel, so after showering you will drip dry. Your display of sarcasm has also cost you the privilege of water at room temperature. I have adjusted your shower temperature to ten degrees above freezing. You may consider the value of witty comments while you are shivering." Wow. I wouldn't have thought there were many things left to punish me with, as few privileges as I was starting with, but he had certainly thought of one. I would have to shower quickly and use the toilet as little as possible. I looked longingly at the red button for a moment. No! I can do this, I decided. It can't be that bad. And it was what my husband wanted. "You will want to use the toilet and shower fairly soon after dinner, because at lights out you will need to be standing next to your bed. At lights out you will climb into your bed and remain there resting until lights up. If there is any deviation from my instructions or any further sign of rebellion, you will have another day to practice." There was a very long pause. "Is there anything you would like to say, cunt?" I thought quickly. He didn't want more sass, I was pretty sure of that. And he had said that he wouldn't answer any questions or repeat himself. Oh, of course. Suddenly I realized he was waiting for me to thank him. It was rule number two. I dropped to my knees in front of the mirror. "Thank you for instructing and explaining, Trainer." I paused. "And thank you for teaching me a lesson about my smart mouth." I paused and waited, hoping I had gotten that right. "You are welcome, cunt. Talk to you tomorrow!" He sounded bright and conversational, but as the speaker died out I knew he would be good as his word and I wouldn't hear from him or anyone else that day. But they would be watching to see if I performed. I felt a humiliating excitement and a heat from my wet pussy. It would be a very boring, miserable day, but a part of me knew that it was what I needed. I remained kneeling in front of the mirror, studying my reflection until the food bowls came in. The breakfast was probably quite nutritious, but looked a lot like dog food. Of course. I hadn't earned the privilege of a real breakfast yet. I pushed the bowls to the middle of the floor, put my hands behind my back and presented my dripping wet, bald pussy proudly to my trainer. Different Methods Ch. 02 By moving one knee at a time, I crept across the floor pushing my doggie bowls into the hall. Doing that sort of thing for hours would probably kill my lower back, but five minutes was alright. After that, there was no reason to remain on my knees, so I didn't. I flossed and brushed my teeth efficiently, finding the small trash receptacle for used floss built in to the sink. Then I found I had nothing to do, so I returned to facing the wall of mirrors, kneeling, and staring at my reflection some more. I looked very different without a hair on my head. They had even shaved off my eyebrows! All my life, my face was framed with honey blonde locks. Now, there was just my bald skull. My face is quite triangular, with high cheek bones, a delicate chin and a small upturned nose that some admirers have called elfin. With no hair to soften the lines of my face, I looked a bit like the caricature of an alien. At the same time any circles that had developed under my big brown eyes had been erased, and I looked better rested than I felt. I wondered how long they had kept me under. There was no need to worry about my daily session with cosmetics. In some ways that was a privilege I didn't mind losing. I quickly grew bored with studying myself, so I rose to my feet and paced around the room. Other than eat, brush my teeth, use the toilet, and shower, they had given me nothing to do but think. I wondered what sorts of training they had planned for me and which ones I would love or hate. I let both my fears and my fantasies run wild. But the truth was I had no idea what was planned for me. I walked around the room, studying my new home more carefully. I found a large clothes closet that I hadn't noticed at first beside my bed. There was a rack for shoes, and a number of shelves. It was all completely empty, but it gave me some hope that I would be allowed clothes and possessions again eventually. The sink and shower were exactly as Trainer had said. Studying the bath end of the room, I noticed some curved mirrors high up the wall, out of my reach. I realized that using those mirrors, a person standing behind the one-way mirrors could see everything in the room from a different set of angles. It would even be possible to observe inside the shower and the closet. I turned back towards the mirrors, walked towards them and knelt again. I had the urge to talk to someone, and I decided I might as well talk to my Trainer. He wouldn't answer me, but there was a good chance he would hear me. Maybe everything I did or said was being recorded. I decided that was probably true. If nothing else, my husband would probably want to watch the highlights. "Trainer, I don't know if you are listening to me, but I just want to say that I will try. I will try hard. I am here to learn and I will practice everything I am taught. I want to please my husband. I love him so much and I know that he will enjoy having a well-trained cunt as his wife. So, I just wanted to say... thank you for everything you will do for me. Thank you, Trainer." I felt silly, talking to a blank mirror. I also felt a lot like a kiss-ass. Was I trying transparently to butter up the new boss? No, that wasn't it. I just wanted to talk to someone, anyone, without getting myself in trouble. I lapsed into silence and thought about the last weeks and months, the book I had read, the encounters I had with Richard, the places I had gone. Then I got up and paced some more. I held off on using the toilet as long as I could stand it, then I held off some more. I knew I would have to potty and shower eventually, but I was dreading it enough to avoid it for as long as I could. Finally I gave in and got relief. As I approached the toilet, I remembered that I wasn't allowed to sit. The toilet was fairly low and had no seat, which served as a pointed reminder. I squatted down and did my business, thinking that they laid on their message thick here. I had to work up the nerve to shower. I got in and shut the glass door behind me. I studied the shower controls. My only choices were 'on' and 'off' defined by a handle that turned to the right. The water would be exactly forty-two degrees. I reflected that I had probably been swimming in ocean water that wasn't much warmer. But then I had gotten out and basked in a hot sun. Here, I would have to stand shivering until I was dry. At least the room wasn't cold. If anything it was a little warm. I realized at that point I was just stalling, so I gritted my teeth and turned the handle. I was blasted by a fierce jet of water that seemed even colder than I expected. They weren't saving money by skimping on water pressure. It felt like icy needles piercing my skin. I turned my back to the spray, and that was a little better. I always started a shower by letting warm water run over my breasts and down my belly. It was a little sensual pleasure. There was nothing pleasurable about this! Even on my back it felt like the freezing water was tearing off skin. I decided I had better get the first part over with and turn the darn thing off. I started to wet my hair before I realized I didn't have any. Well, that would make things quicker. I let the spray wash out the crack of my ass, then turned and lifted my arms to wash there. Ow! The jet on the side of my tit was painful, and the cold water running down my side was almost as bad. I did the other side quickly and then gritted my teeth and put my naked crotch in the path of the stream. I only lasted for about two seconds before I switched the water off and stood there shivering. The worst part was I knew I would have to turn the water back on in order to wash away the soap. That would probably take longer. The soap was more than just mildly abrasive. It was a liquid with tiny bits of lava rock in it. And I would have to do this several times a day. Well, they would certainly have me clean. I stopped shivering pretty quickly. I took my time, because I was in no hurry for my second session with that cold water. First I washed myself thoroughly with the soap. I'm pretty sure there wasn't any spot on me I didn't get at least twice. Then I worked slowly with the razor, careful to shave everywhere without nicking myself. The shower was even more painful on my freshly scoured and slightly razor burned skin, but I survived. As I slammed the handle off, I wondered what it would feel like by the end of the day. I opened the shower door and looked directly over at the mirror, shivering. I imagined that Trainer would want to see the results of the punishment he had ordered. Since he would see me anyway, I might as well give him a good view. I even forced myself to smile and mouth a softly spoken "Thank you, Trainer." I let myself drip mostly dry and waited for all the shivers to pass before I touched the lotion. It smelled faintly of cinnamon and something floral that I couldn't quite identify. It felt delicious on my freshly exfoliated hide. I took a great deal of time working it into every inch of my skin. When I was done I felt smooth as a baby's bottom all over and I liked the smell of me. I wondered how many hours it was until lunch time. After a lunch of dog food eaten with my girly bits presented to the mirror and after my second shower, I broke down a little. I knelt crying in front of the mirror. I wanted to complain that it was too much, that I wanted some attention, any kind of attention. But complaining wasn't allowed, so I promised again that I would be good. I promised to work at my training, no matter how hard it was. I wasn't even sure if anyone was listening. What if there was no one there? What if I was humbling myself and making promises to no one at all? I felt a kind of awe then at the training methods of the facility. They were breaking me down with almost no effort at all. That feeling was enough to break me out my fit of self-pity. I returned to pacing and waiting for dinner. The last shower of the day was the worst, of course. But I didn't break down again, or say anything to my Trainer at all. I just stood by my bed waiting for lights out. It seemed like hours and it probably was. I had expected to be bored, but it took me by surprise how wrung out and drained I felt. The things that had been asked of me weren't all that hard. It was the isolation that I couldn't stand. In some ways I thought it was probably worse than real solitary confinement, because I knew I was being studied and examined. That was especially brought home to me at meal times, when I had to present my ass to any anonymous person who was looking. I was grateful for lights out. I thought I would have trouble sleeping, but I pillowed my head in my arm and slept soundly until the lights came up to start my second day in The Training Facility. Trainer walked into the room without ceremony before I was even halfway awake. I desperately wished for coffee, and I ached where a rock had been digging into my hip. "Good morning cunt. When the lights come on, you get out of bed and onto your knees." I obeyed, groggy but quick. In an instant the previous day came back to me. "Yes Trainer." Kneeling, the first thing I saw was two pairs of feet and legs. Trainer's were wearing combat boots and blue jeans. The other set was wearing black stilettos with heels at least eight inches tall. Looking up, I saw that Trainer was wearing a black t-shirt reading "staff". I thought he might be about forty. He had dark brown hair and a neat mustache over lips that curled a touch cruelly. The woman in the room was something else. She was wearing a short skirt: red, plaid, and pleated. Her white button down shirt was thin cotton, at least one size too small. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her hair was black and cut into a bob. She had clear blue eyes. Her face, like mine, would probably be described as "cute" and "elfin". She was carrying an enormous hand bag. Trainer gave me a moment to collect myself. "I hope you enjoyed your free time yesterday. Today you will be very busy. You will have both instruction and work today." He paused for a moment. "What are the first two rules of the training facility?" he asked sharply. I looked up at him and answered quickly. "I must never, ever complain. And I must give thanks for everything I am given, Trainer." He nodded and walked out to the hall. He returned with a very thin bedroll and a small, disposable pillow. He laid the bedding and the pillow out on my bed. In my previous life, I would have complained about them, but now I was pathetically grateful for this tiny kindness. "Oh, thank you, thank you Trainer." I actually had tears in my eyes. He smiled. "That's a good cunt. You are welcome." The whole time, the woman hadn't moved. Now he turned towards her. "This whore is called Suzy, cunt. You will call her Miss Suzy." "Yes, Trainer. Hello Miss Suzy." "Suzy is your big sister. She is a whore who is close to graduation and she has earned many privileges. It is now her duty to help me teach you. She will do the simple things that I don't have time for." Interesting, I thought. Suzy didn't technically outrank me. If anything I outranked her, since she was a whore. I had better cooperate with her and learn everything I could. It was her job to teach me, after all. "Yes, Trainer." He looked at me for a very long moment and I began to feel uncomfortable. His voice was silky when he went on. "I have told you that Suzy will be giving her time to helping you learn. Her bag is also full of gifts for you." Suddenly he shouted at me. "Kiss Suzy's feet, cunt. Then THANK HER." I didn't even think about disobeying. I scurried over, whispering a quick "yes, Trainer" and planted a number of eager kisses on her feet, from the line of her shoe up to her ankles. I looked up, blushing suddenly as I gazed at her bare and moist pussy. I made my voice as sweet as possible "Thank you for being my big sister, Miss Suzy." She said, in a very cold voice "We'll see, little cunt." Suddenly she moved her foot, kicking into my crotch. Although it was quick, she was surprisingly gentle, parting my labial lips with the tip of her shoe and pressing firmly. She then slid her toe back, to press against my nub for a moment. I squealed at first, then moaned with the movement of her toe. I gasped when she withdrew her foot, wishing for more. "Thank you, Miss Suzy," I gasped. Trainer chuckled, then handed Suzy his clip board. "Here is her schedule and a few notes." He abruptly grabbed Suzy and kissed her firmly. Her body seemed to melt into his, and her lips parted, yielding to him. I was suddenly and fiercely jealous and aching. He stepped back, grinning, and looked to me. I actually felt a little shiver under his gaze. What was happening to me? Suzy opened her hand bag and smiled down at me in a slightly predatory fashion. "I have a gift for you. The first of many." She pulled a large wooden hair brush and handed it to me. I said "Thank you, Miss Suzy" and studied the brush. It was an ordinary enough wood brush. The back was polished smooth and I sensed immediately that it was meant for my butt. My head was shaved smooth after all. "You may begin to grow the hair on top of your head again, cunt. Your owner is fond of it, and you are here to learn to please him. Also your eyebrows." I nodded. "You are a pain slut. That gives you a special privilege. When you have misbehaved and made someone angry, you may ask nicely to be punished. If they agree, then you may be forgiven." The way she said the word 'may', it was clear that it wasn't a guarantee. "You made Trainer angry yesterday with your rudeness." That was a pretty obvious hint. "Thank you for this gift and thank you for explaining, Miss Suzy." I looked up at Trainer. "I'm sorry I was rude to you yesterday. Please punish me with this hairbrush?" I held it up, offering it to him. He snatched it up and also gripped one of my elbows. "On your feet." I rose, and before I knew it I was bent over the back of the chair. It was just the perfect height. Of course. He kept his left hand on the small of my back while he worked with the other. He was quick and merciless. Before it was over, my buns and thighs were a bright pink splotched with red. I could see myself clearly in the mirror, even through the tears I was blinking back ineffectively. He stopped and took a step back, examining his handiwork. I think he was about to start in again when I finally remembered to say thank you. "You are forgiven. Now get back on your knees." I obeyed quickly. "I will leave you to your lessons, cunt." He walked out of the room with a spring in his step. Suzy studied me for a moment as if I were some kind of bug and then ordered me to stay put, ignoring me and sprawling in my chair. She looked every bit like the naughty school girl she was dressed to resemble. She studied the clipboard for a while, flipping through several pages. Eventually, she began to question me. "It says here you are willful, selfish, and proud. Is that true?" "I try not to be, Miss Suzy." "I see. Does your husband enjoy blow jobs?" That was an easy one. "Yes, Miss Suzy." "And how often have you given him one?" I thought about it and answered honestly. "Maybe once a month... and when he asks for one, Miss Suzy?" She made a small tsk-ing sound in her throat, but went on. I started to hate her a little bit. "You are scheduled for a good bit of ass training, and of course there are the spankings you ask for. When's the last time you got fucked in the ass?" I didn't let Richard do that to me, and I started to say so, angrily. "I never -" I realized, too late that this was a trap, and softened my tone. "I've never been fucked in the ass, Miss Suzy." I sounded defeated, even to myself. She didn't seem to mind my anger, she just nodded. "You like to go shopping?" There was only one answer to that. "Yes, Miss Suzy." "This is with your husband's money I see. How often do you buy little presents just for him?" I started to answer that he bought himself whatever he wanted, then I thought about how little time he had and how much of it was spent with me. It had been a long time since I had gotten a present just for him. Maybe not since his birthday. "Not often enough, Miss Suzy." I swallowed once. "I am willful, selfish, and proud, Miss Suzy." I hoped the answer would satisfy her. It did. "At least you know it. Miss Suzy was much worse than you, when she came here. You will work on these things." "Yes, Miss Suzy." I noticed that she very deliberately avoided using the word 'I'. I think Suzy was about to speak again, but we were interrupted by the arrival of breakfast. I had two stainless steel bowls. One was filled with the nutritious dog food. The other contained water. Suzy had a plate with eggs, bacon, and buttered toast. It had an actual fork. She had her water in a glass. And she had a mug of coffee with cream and sugar. The smell of coffee and bacon made me fight back a sob. I had woken up craving coffee. And there it was, but not for me. I noticed Suzy looking at me sternly. "You will serve your big sister before you eat, cunt." She sat up a little straighter. "And you haven't been gifted with a table yet. That is inconvenient!" She paused for a moment. "You can be the table. Just hold the plate up with one hand and a drink in the other. Coffee first, then water." "Yes, Miss Suzy." I was starting to hate her even more. I remained on my knees to be a better table and brought her breakfast, water, and coffee. Kneeling at her feet, I held up the plate and the coffee. She ate slowly and chattered at me the whole time. "Now where was I? Ah yes. You are willful, proud, and selfish. Says so on the clipboard." She had set the clipboard aside for the moment. "But you will have a lot of help in correcting that. Now, you are a cunt, and a cunt-in-training, which makes you the lowest form of life here. Whores like Miss Suzy are pleasing to the men here, because men like sex. Bitches aren't very demanding on the Trainers. You have to watch out for bitches, actually. They are allowed to bite you if you annoy them. Well, not allowed, technically. When they bite you, they are muzzled, which they mostly hate. But you get bit." She giggled at that. "Now cunts like you have special privileges and special training programs. Special everything. You have two special privileges, lucky you. First, no man is allowed to put his cock in your mouth, your ass, or your pussy. Except, of course, your husband. No restrictions about what girls can do with you though, hmm? And second, no one will beat you unless you ask them to. Of course, you should ask them to plenty so they don't take away your stuff." Suzy paused and took a few bites of her breakfast and a big sip of coffee. The smell of it was distracting, near my face. "Did you get all that?" I nodded. "Yes, Miss Suzy." "Good. Now special training. A lot of that you will figure out and your big sister will guide you especially at first. Actually, Suzy will be with you for quite a while." She suddenly found some private joke quite amusing, and giggled to herself again. Then she finished her coffee and switched to the water. "You'll need to get the word 'I' out of your vocabulary. That's a pretty common thing here. Later on, you'll need to learn how to host a dinner party without talking about yourself or being vulgar, but that can wait. For now, just substitute 'this cunt' for 'I'. Get it?" I smiled and said "Yes, this cunt gets it Miss Suzy." She laughed with me. "Good! Now, I've finished most of my breakfast. I wasn't real hungry. Would you like to lick my plate clean, little sister?" I hated that, but I wanted bacon and eggs more. "Yes, please, Miss Suzy?" She took her plate from my hand and set it on the floor. "All right, bring your bowls over here too. And don't forget to shake your ass for the mirror." Different Methods Ch. 02 "Yes, and thank you Miss Suzy" "You are welcome, cunt. Just be quick about it. You have to get done with breakfast and get through the shower before your first teacher is ready for you. So hop to it." "Yes, Miss Suzy." Suzy stroked my hair while I ate, making me feel a little like her pet dog. It made me angry, but it also turned me on a little. So did presenting myself to the mirror. After pushing all the dishes into the hall with my chin again, I showered quickly. The water was blessedly at room temperature. I thought the pressure might have been a little lower, too. Maybe that was my imagination. After dripping dry I stepped back out into the room and knelt at Suzy's feet. That seemed like the right thing to do. I wondered how long it would take for my hair to grow back. She clapped her hands together with a smile. "It's time for another present!" She removed a collar and a lead from her bag. They were ugly, colored a bright safety orange. A small sign dangling from the collar read 'cunt in training'. I managed to thank her as she fixed it around my neck. The lead dangled down between my breasts, ending in the vicinity of my belly button. I looked down at it with a certain amount of shame and dismay. Suzy was studying the clipboard again. "You studied medieval history in college. That's kind of funny. You need to call every man Lord and every woman Lady, if they are not bitches, whores, or cunts. Whores and cunts, you call Miss. You should kneel in the presence of your betters most of the time. Right now everybody is your better. Understand, cunt?" "Yes, Miss Suzy" "You are probably wondering how you get a nice breakfast like mine, aren't you?" I hadn't been, but I did want to know. "Yes, Miss Suzy." "If you are very good today, tomorrow you will get to leave your room, get a tour, and go to meet your teachers in their offices. On Saturday, your Lord Husband is coming to play with you. If you make him very happy, you will earn the privilege of real meals. Won't that be nice?" A quick mental calculation told me that it was probably Monday. "Oh yes, Miss Suzy." This forced agreement was having a funny effect on my head. I felt a little like a small child and I didn't like it. It felt as though I either needed to surrender or rebel, but as long as I did neither I would be miserable. "Your first lesson today will be with Lord Steven. He will teach you about pleasure and pain. Probably more pleasure today, especially since we won't be in his torture chamber." She smiled wickedly. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Torture chamber, Miss Suzy?" "Just a figure of speech. He has a lot of furniture and toys." I wasn't entirely reassured by that explanation, but I settled down to wait. I didn't wait very long. Steven was young and clean shaven. He had sandy brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. His jeans were tight and so was his shirt, over beautifully sculpted muscle. He was carrying a large duffel bag, which he set casually on the floor. He smiled cruelly at us both. Suzy spoke first, making a deep curtsy and holding it. "Welcome, Lord Steven. This cunt is my little sister, and she is ready for your instruction." His glance flicked to me before settling back on Suzy. "Ah, you are adorable, Suzy. You may kiss my boot." "Thank you, Lord Steven" she replied, scurrying on her hands and knees to press her lips to his foot. "Did you remember to grease your brown eye this morning, like a good whore should?" "No, I'm sorry Lord Steven, I was too busy -" "Too busy looking forward to bossing this little thing around?" He cut off her explanation and didn't give her a chance to answer his question either. "That's too bad. I think you already know what your punishment will be." She winced. "Now get up, bend over that chair and don't let me hear your voice again. I am not here for you." She obeyed in silence, placing her hands on the seat of the chair, flipping her skirt up to present her round bare moons. I could see the cheeks on her face were red and I think she was gritting her teeth. He went on: "Actually, you are here for me. As your little sister turns me on, you will pay the price." Then Steven turned his full attention to me, quietly regarding me. "Thank you for being my teacher, Lord Steven." He ignored my flattery. "What is your most sensitive pleasure center?" I wanted to mention my throbbing clitoris, but I had a feeling that was the wrong answer and I did not want to answer him wrongly. "I don't know, Lord Steven?" "Your mind is your most sensitive pleasure center. Think about that." I did. "Yes, Lord Steven." "I have several gifts for you. Today will be a day for receiving gifts, I expect." "Thank you, Lord Steven." "Let's start with this one." He handed me a large bottle of KY personal lubricant and a very large rubber plug. He also unzipped his pants, removing his very large and erect cock. Then he grabbed a hold of my leash and pulled my face next to the floor. "Grease up the plug, and then stick it in your ass. Now, no hesitation." I greased it up and pushed it into my virgin anus swiftly, gritting my teeth against the unfamiliar pain and pressure. It settled into place with a pop, filling me. "Good, cunt." Stephen stepped up to Suzy, bent over, spread her bottom cheeks with his hands, pressed the engorged head of his prick against her rosebud and then shoved it home with one slow, firm thrust. Suzy screamed out in pain. He rested there, impaling her to the hilt, then slowly withdrew. Tears were running down her cheeks. "A good girl will keep that hole greased for her man's pleasure. Your big sister is setting a rather naughty example, isn't she?" "Yes, Lord Steven," I whispered. I was more than a little afraid of him already, and kept my face near the floor where he had put it. He reached into his bag and withdrew a wooden rod about three feet long, with devices of some sort attached to the middle and each end, and a big brass ring hanging from the center. At first I thought it was a rod for beating me with, but on closer examination I realized with dread that it was more on the order of a crueler version of my clamps. The wood was split and cunningly slightly thinner in the center. It would grip fiercely. The devices were small screws that would tighten the whole apparatus, and the ring could be used to drag me around by the nipples. "Pull out the butt plug, set it on the floor, and kneel up." "Yes, Lord Steven." I obeyed, suddenly feeling rather empty and hollow inside. "This is another gift for you. Try it on. Make it as tight as you can. Oh, and crawl your ass over here." He pointed at the floor on the far side of the chair. "I want to see your face." "Thank you, Lord Steven. Yes, Lord Steven." He was a sadist, clearly. An unapologetic sadist. I crawled over just in front of Suzy and fitted the split wooden rod over my chest. My nipples were quite hard. In spite of myself, I was turned on by this scene, and by all the attention I had been getting. I tightened the center clamp, moaning with the sharp pain. Suzy screamed as Steven penetrated her asshole again, more fiercely than before. I looked in her eyes as the tears poured out. Steven was pumping in and out of her. I tightened all the clamps, feeling the smooth wood bite into my areolas and press hard on my nipples. I accepted the pain like a penance, tears streaming down my face, streaming down her face. Then Steven was stepping away, still with a huge erection bulging at his crotch. He reached into his bag and pulled out a very large black vibrator and an old fashioned timer, the kind of timer that made little plastic clicking sounds and only went up to one hour. "Another two gifts for you." I was sobbing. Suzy was sobbing. I choked out "Thank you, Lord Steven." He set the timer and set the vibrator in front of me. "Cum for me cunt, as quick as you can." I turned on the vibe to its maximum setting and rammed it into my pussy as hard as I could, feeling the pain in my breasts turning into a warm glow. I muttered a "Yes, Lord Steven," but he wasn't listening. He was ramming Suzy's poor asshole some more. It was hard not to be distracted by her pain, staring into her tear-streaked face. I closed my eyes and concentrated on sensation; the sensation in my agonized nipples and the sensations I was giving myself by pounding my twat. It took me seven minutes and sixteen seconds to find release, and I screamed "Thank you lord!" as I found my climax, waves of pleasure rolling through me. "Open your eyes," Steven demanded. I flinched at the expression on Suzy's face. "Good cunt. Now take the device off of your breasts." I obeyed, knowing it was going to hurt bad. Steven thrust hard into Suzy while I screamed as the blood rushed back into my numbed flesh. "Hell yeah" he muttered and came noisily. "Put the butt plug, back in, cunt." He told me, replacing his now flaccid cock in his pants and zipping up. "And you stay where you are until you are told otherwise, whore." It took me a long moment to remember where I was and what I should be doing, but I obeyed and thanked him again. Suzy just sobbed, bent over the chair. I saw a dribble of cum dripping down her leg. "Pleasure and pain, little sister. Both come from the mind. You may speak now, Suzy." Suzy said "Thank you for punishing me and reminding me of what I am, Lord Steven." It surprised me. She sounded completely sincere. "You are welcome, whore. Keep in mind, I'll likely be using your ass again tomorrow." "Yes, Lord Steven." He turned his attention back to me. "Tomorrow you will come more quickly, or you will be punished. Until lights out tonight, you will make good use of all of my presents." "Yes, Lord Steven." He glanced at a wrist watch. "It is now ten-twenty-three in the morning. You will use the timer to keep track of the hours of the day." I set the thing to forty-seven minutes right then and there. "You will keep that butt plug in all day, except when you are using the toilet and shower and for ten minutes of every hour. For that ten minutes, you will put on your nipple bar and suck on that vibrator like it's your husband's cock. Clear?" "Yes, Lord Steven." My nipples would be oh so tender. Heck, I'd probably have sore lips. And my butt trained for penis. And no relief for the ache in my pussy, already hungry again. None. He laughed. "I bet Lucy will get a kick out of seeing the two of you like that!" And then he left as abruptly as he had come in, leaving us in our little tableaux of suffering. Suddenly I noticed that Suzy was still wearing those ridiculous stilettos. That had to hurt. Lucy was considerably older than Steven. I think she was about as toned as anyone I had ever met, though she wasn't entirely muscle bound. She had very short platinum blonde hair and dark eyes. She was wearing a red leotard and carrying a matching riding crop. She took in our scene and simply commented. "Hi, I'm Lucy. Lady Lucy, I guess. We don't have time for this shit. On your feet, both of you. It's time for your workout. Suzy, kick off those shoes. And take off your shirt too." We obeyed quickly, answering "YES, Lady Lucy!" brightly and in unison. She bound our tits tight against our chests with long strips of terrycloth. That was her only concession to our comfort. "Cute collar!" she told me sarcastically. She also grabbed a tight hold of it and used it to guide me from one position to another. It started out with yoga, which I've always enjoyed. Lady Lucy insisted we stop and hold difficult poses for a long time. When we slipped, either of us, she would sting Suzy with the crop and lecture the offender. I remembered with a guilty feeling that no one could beat me unless I asked them to, nicely. "Please whip me with the crop, Lady Lucy? When I deserve it, please?" "I thought you would never ask, cunt." And she laid on the whip fast and furious for the space of ten seconds while I squealed and yelped. After that she treated us equally. From yoga, we moved on to ballet forms, which were worse. Then aerobics. Then squats, push-ups, and finally jumping jacks. The jumping jacks were accompanied by the crop across our backs, butts, and legs. They also came with constant demands that we move faster, and accusations of laziness. After what seemed like an eternity, Lucy called a halt. "I suppose that will do. You." She pointed at Suzy. "Come eat my pussy until I scream your whore name." "Oh yes, Lady" Suzy answered with enthusiasm. She lapped at the folds of Lucy's lips, sucked at her clit, penetrated her deep inside with her tongue. She worked tirelessly. You would never have known that she was out of breath and panting before it began. Lucy ordered me to watch and see how it was done. I did, but I also removed my butt plug and began silently punishing my nipples with Lord Steven's device while sucking madly on my new vibrator. It was just that time. Lady Lucy did indeed scream Suzy's name with her orgasm, and then left us to our much needed lunch and shower. Soon, my ten minutes were up and I switched nipple torture for ass stretching. Suzy's lunch was pasta with cream sauce, green beans, and a coke. I knelt at her feet, serving as her table once more. She didn't offer to let me lick the plate this time. And she didn't let me at my water, although she had to know I was thirsty. She looked down at me and declared very seriously: "Miss Suzy will be your next teacher. You need a lesson in manners, little sister."