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Training Day

By: Cicero6



It was October of last year when I decided to visit my favorite music/book store on Hospital Hill. This one in particular is less than a quarter mile from my apartment but I decided to drive since the sky threatened to rain.

After listening to some selections I wandered to their enormous magazine rack. This one contained every one imaginable from several countries. There were even porn magazines which were sealed in plastic to prevent the place from becoming a library. There was one without a sleeve that caught my attention. It was a S & M magazine that was dog eared and torn; exactly the reason why the items are wrapped in the first place. 

No one was on my aisle so I pulled this one off the rack and quickly perused page after page of bondage and sex. My heart raced as I felt my arousal build silently. I did not notice a woman walking past but I heard her exclaim a huff of disapproval. I turned her way to make fleeting eye contact and knew for sure her sound was intentional. The woman was middle aged and wore a non-defining dress that I imagine old European women would wear. She looked away with indignation as I became defensive. 

“Bitch”, I muttered under my breath.

I decided to continue flipping through the magazine out of spite even though she was long gone.

After ten minutes or so I left the store without buying anything. Standing next to my car I fumbled for the right key when someone approached me from behind and covered my mouth. I had only an instant to respond before I passed out. There in a public setting someone had knocked me out with chloroform and brought me to an unknown place. 

I awoke in total darkness with a throbbing headache. I was stark naked and hanging by my feet when I heard two people talking. I let out a holler and the sound of footsteps approached. The door opened and the room was filled with light. Two women came in and helped me from the ceiling bracket and onto my feet. It took a moment for me to regain my balance and let the blood rush subside. I recognized one of the women from the book store. 

“Where am I and why am I here?” I asked.

The women ignored my words and grabbed my penis. I flailed and scrambled away in surprise. I was quickly cornered and wrestled to the floor. 

“HOLD STILL!” they shouted.

Both women outsized me and subdued me with a knee to my throat. Once again a hand grasped my cock and scrotum as they fastened a strap of sorts around it. They pulled it tight to the point of near agony.

“OW!” I bellowed.

The pain of needles lessened as the pull of the strap let up. The women stood up and gave the leash a tug. The sensation of needles returned as I sprang to my feet. Already I was being conditioned to silent orders as this device punished my actions. As they pulled me forward my hands automatically seized the leash. My hands were quickly batted away and brought behind my back for a set of handcuffs. The steel clicked as it bit into my wrists. Another tug of the leash and I was in motion. 

I was led down a hall and to a room where we were met by a very large woman. She was at least six inches taller than my six foot frame. She probably outweighed me by fifty pounds as well. 

She walked behind her desk and sat down. 

“Why am I here?” I asked.

“That’s a fair question,” she replied.

She looked at a piece of paper before deciding to answer. 

My attention was caught by movement in the corner of the room. Once the two women left I thought we were alone. Then there was a little more movement. I noticed four upright shapes that appeared to be black body bags. 

“Those are slaves,” the woman said. She continued looking over the document in front of her but could sense my curiosity.

The people were standing at attention from within a tight, zipped up bag. One was clearly a woman from her stature and height.

“Again, why am I here?” I asked.

“You have been chosen for a life of servitude. You are now my slave and you have no more free will.”

“What? How? Why me?” I pleaded.

“You will be broken, trained and sold. I will receive the entire proceeds of your sale to another master.”

I looked around the windowless room for a possible escape. 

“You cannot escape. You will be broken of that desire in due time.”

My mind raced.

“I have money. My family has money and will pay you more,” I begged.

“This is not negotiable. Some things mean more than money. This is an industry and your services are needed. You are dead to the outside world.”

I sank slightly in my chair and stared at the floor.

The woman pushed her chair back as her wide hips arose from behind the desk. I stared at her snug jeans as she walked towards me.

“You can help decide how you want to serve your future master,” she said with a hint of consolation. 

It was a lose-lose situation and I didn’t ask.

She reached for the leash but didn’t pull on it.

“On your feet!” she commanded.

I stood up immediately and looked in her eyes. 

Without warning she gave the leash a vicious yank.

I screamed and nearly doubled over as the spikes cut into my nuts. 

“No eye contact!” she shouted. 

She turned and headed to the door as I followed her gait. Her sizable butt swaggered as she quickly walked with confidence.

I tried to keep up. I thrust my crotch in front of me in order to create slack in the leash as I hobbled pitifully along. 

We suddenly stopped at a door while the woman slid a card through the security scanner. The door clicked and we went inside.

“This is where you’ll be stripped of your physical identity. You’ll be shaven and any tattoos will be sanded off.”

She gave me a once over. 

“You don’t appear to have any tattoos. Too bad,” she said.

A burly man in leather walked in and nodded to the woman.

The woman turned to me and released the diabolic collar from my genitals. 

“Obey my workers. You will see me again.”

I was grabbed briskly by the man in leather. The upper half of his face was covered in a leather mask but I could see his grin as he shoved me against the wall. 

The leather man held my throat with his forearm as he waited for the door to closed behind the woman. The moment it shut the man brought his palm down with a painful slap across my face. He slapped me three times before he nearly knocked me out. This man lived to punish people and wasted no time in forcing me to submit. 

I immediately cowered for him to stop.

“Get the fuck up!” he shouted as he slammed me back against the wall.

With one hand against my throat, he grabbed a leather strap and buckle attached to the wall and fastened it around my throat. I pressed my back to the wall to ease the tension from my throat. He reached over and grabbed electric shears and began shaving my head. He blew in my face to clear it of the trimmings. Once my hair was off my head, he began to shave the hair from my chest and before long grabbed my cock. He gripped it tight as the shears contoured my genitals and legs. The man forcefully spun my body around as the tight leather collar burned my neck. My wrists were still cuffed behind me as he pulled up on my arms. The pain in my chest was unbearable but he lowered them as he worked the razor down to my buttocks.

He kicked my legs apart and dutifully removed every last bit of hair.

He walked away momentarily and let me catch my breath.

I could hear him preparing something but couldn’t get more than a peripheral view of his activity. It seemed like an eternity before he returned. 

“You’re going to like this, slave!” he seethed.

He was lathering up foam and rubbing it on the lowest part of my back just above my butt crack. A razor blade shaved any remaining stubble from my back before he surprised me with a red-hot branding iron. I felt as though I’d been shot as my body went numb. He held it in place for five seconds before I could smell my burning flesh and passed out.

The collar was the only thing holding me up when I regained consciousness and it was nearly strangling me. I stood and leaned into the wall as the leather man put away his branding gear. My back was burning with an indescribable pain. The man returned with some sort of oily salve that he rubbed over the burn.

“They tell me I got to do this. I’d rather burn you some more,” he said as he rubbed his other oily hand around my testicles.

The salve helped soothe the burn which was done under protest. The leather man was too sadistic to take credit for that. 

His probing fingers were my next cause for concern. I heard his heavy zipper drop as he pulled his cock from his pants and began to prepare it for my painful finale. I remember wishing I was dead at that moment and hoping for some sort of mercy. He was lubricating his cock and I guess that was the only mercy I would receive.

Suddenly the security door clicked. The leather man stuffed his cock in his pants and jumped away before the door opened.

The big woman was escorting a new slave into the room.

“All finished?” she asked.

“Yep!” the leather man replied. 

The new slave woman looked terrified and I could not give her any reassurance. I had no idea what we were in for.

“Did my new slave cooperate?”

“No, he did not. This one needs a painful lesson.”

I could not have been more accommodating and was now being punished some more. I didn’t know if that was his typical response but as long as he wasn’t the one meting out the punishment I was okay.

I didn’t realize my nose had bled from the earlier blows but the woman could see there had been some sort of trouble. She unfastened the collar and led me out of the room. I turned to see the leather man waiting for our departure before subjecting the slave woman to our unfinished business. The door closed behind us and no more than five seconds later the corridor echoed with the slave’s shriek.

“That man is sadistic!” I chimed.

“He is a kind man. You’ve seen nothing yet,” replied the woman.

“You’ve been obstinate and you will now be punished. No more talking!”

The woman shoved me into room and picked up a phone.

“Yes…the two of you. He’s ready now.” she said into the receiver before slamming it down. 

She took a key and unlocked my handcuffs. The steel had already cut my skin deeply and caused bruising. I examined my wrists and moved them to make sure there were no breaks.

The door opened and the two matronly women each grabbed my arms and stretched them to opposite sides of the cell. They swiftly fastened my hands and took positions: one in front and one behind me. The big woman handed them each a whip and without delay they began to strike me in intermittent blows. I writhed in pain as my knees collapsed and I hung in place. I was screaming with each lash before the big woman interrupted the session. 

“Stop, stop!”

The women were already sweating profusely as they remained in their places. The big woman approached me and stuffed a large bit into my mouth. I could not help but notice her nipples were erect and poking through the thin fabric of her tank top. Like her, the two knobs were larger than life and I found myself aroused at her cleavage in front of me. 

I hadn’t noticed the two women unbuttoning the upper half of their dresses and shedding the tops from their shoulders. They were winded and out of shape and I could see beads of sweat running down their fat arms. They wound up and began striking me as before but this time I saw their pendulous breasts sway with each blow. The sagging boobs hung down to their waistlines and I had to wonder: Who were these women? How did they end up here?

The big woman watched my entire punishment with an unapologetic stare. Her nipples remained at attention but that was no remedy for my burning skin. 

When the whipping stopped she approached me slowly and grabbed the length of my shaft. I hadn’t noticed I was erect and at attention. She remained silent as she examined my erection and gave my nuts a gentle squeeze. 

I stared down her top before I sensed she was looking at my face. My eyes met her brown eyes and she smiled. Her teeth were perfect and I watched her lips as she began to speak.

“I said you could determine the nature of your servitude. You’ll do well in the sex trade. Perhaps I’ll keep you for myself!” she said with a wink. 

I was beaten and compliant by the time I was released, handcuffed and led away. We passed the same slave woman being escorted along. She was now shorn from head to toe and was also bleeding from where her tattoo had been. We made eye contact briefly as she was led to the punishment room. The big woman brought me to a room with a dozen or more slaves in their body bags. This time they were laying down as if in a morgue. I was brought to an empty bag and forced to climb inside. The bag was upright and attached to something that limited its movement. 

“This is where you’ll slumber. If you move, you’ll be restrained. If you speak, you’ll be gagged and so on. You’ll only get one chance and that’s it.”

I wasn’t sure I’d fit but the bag seemed to have been made especially for me. She zipped it up and I was in complete darkness. I felt a jolt and could tell the device was lowering me into the horizontal position. The woman shut the door behind her and there was silence. I could hear an occasional shift and a cough from the other slaves as they obligingly rested in their coffins. 

“Hello?” I asked.

There was only silence.

“Hello. Anyone there?”

Still no response except for some shifting and another cough.

These people were either sleeping soundly or too scared to utter a word. 

“Are we being monitored?” I asked.

Suddenly there were several little coughs. My question had been answered.

An hour or so later, the slave woman was brought in and placed in the bag next to me. I wanted to say something but didn’t want to jeopardize our relative safety. 

I decided I needed to sleep if I was to remain sane. It was difficult but necessary if I was to make the break I needed. The doors were all secured and the windowless rooms made me think we were underground. I would have to commandeer someone in charge. This could take awhile.

I was almost asleep when I heard the door open. Someone walked in and was quickly checking on the slaves. I could hear the zip of the body bags as the person hurried around the room. This was no ordinary check. Soon the person reached my bag and unzipped it. Sure enough, the leather man had not forgotten his unfinished business with me and broke into our cell for the sole purpose of retrieving me. He wrestled me out of the bag and dragged me across the floor. He returned to the bag and zipped it up. 

He came back to me and began dragging me down the hall by my feet. 

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“I’m going to set you free, pretty boy!” he said with sarcasm.

“You’re going to get caught. The monitor saw you.” I said in desperation.

“I am the monitor, motherfucker!”

I knew I was in trouble as he dragged me into a janitor’s closet. I was flat on the floor as he turned to close the door. I noticed him look both directions before closing the door and could tell time was of the essence. I noticed a hunting knife strapped to his leg and a baton on the other. He was nervous but determined as he flipped the lock. 

He dragged me to my feet with ease and punched me in the face. He held me up by the throat before beating my face some more. I fell back as he released his grip and stumbled against a wash basin. He pulled his baton out by the time I turned around and walloped me in the abdomen. I was half-expecting this and braced myself for the blow. After three hard blows he spun me around and I collapsed over the basin. I was sucking air and was close to vomiting as the sound of leather man’s zipper filled the room. He pulled pants to his knees and let me have it. He was much stronger than I and probably trained in martial arts. I knew that there was only one time I’d have an advantage over him and that was during orgasm. His cock penetrated me and lifted me off the floor as he violently pumped away. My instinct was to move aside but he brought his baton around my neck with both hands and was bent on breaking my neck. I held my breath as he furiously slid in and out of me. The pain was excruciating but I knew he was about to come. I acted as though I’d passed out by giving up the struggle and he released his grip. He slowed as I felt him pump his load with a regular pace. The moment he pulled his cock from my hole I turned and punched him in the face. He was hardly phased as I ducked to grab the knife from the sheath. He delivered a left blow to my head that sent me to the floor. But not before I pulled him down with me and stuck the knife into his throat. He continued with numerous painful but futile blows before coming to a dead stop. He was on top of me and I was covered in blood and semen.

I had to get him out of the leather and wash up before my big escape. His clothes fit loosely on me except for his mask. I stuffed his body under the basin and made a break for it. 

I quickly made my way down the hall but was struck with an afterthought. It occurred to me I could try and rescue the slave woman if my disappearance had not yet been discovered. The door was closed and the security card granted me access. I had no idea if the big woman was on the other side but there was one way to find out. I opened the door and was met by the same scenario as before. All was silent.

I unzipped the slave woman’s bag and pulled her out. I had a good sense of direction and which rooms I’d already seen. I chose wisely which led us to a stairway and to the outside. The exit door sounded a high pitch alarm. It seemed like we were in an old business park near the Port and it was probably the middle of the night. There was an older business pick-up within a hundred meters with a key above the visor. This was our way out of there. I drove the slave woman to her apartment. I promised her I’d contact the police when the time was right in order to make an effective raid on the compound. She agreed to wait until she heard from me. I continued on to the store where my car still sat. I had a nervous feeling as I found the hidden key and started toward home. I was sure I was not being followed and entered my apartment with the lights off. I stared out the window for awhile and thought of my plan. I would write the police a letter and write another one to send in the mail in case it didn’t fall in the right hands. I chose not to go into great detail but explained that there were people involved in the slave trade and their exact location. I finished writing my letters and realized I was still wearing the leather. It had dried by this time and was feeling tight. I peeled it off and caressed my whipped skin. The welts were beginning to soften but I could feel my bruised ribs. I took a long shower and pulled my gun from the closet before going to sleep.

I woke up mid-morning with an erection. I’d dreamed about my ordeal and the big woman in particular. In spite of all I’d been through, I hadn’t pleasured myself to the thought of such depravity. It was wrong to capture unsuspecting, non-consenting people for slavery but I was oddly excited to have been a part of such activity. Where else could I have been subject to such debauchery? I gripped my throbbing cock and pumped it into ecstasy. 

Although I came all over myself, I wasn’t completely satisfied. I had to see the big woman again. Even if I had a police escort. Well, maybe if the police showed up a little later, I thought. Finally, I devised a plan that would safely satisfy all my wishes.

I dropped the police a letter containing the security card and sent another one from the post office. This would give me until noon the next day to see the big woman before the police decided to act. Hopefully they would act or I’d be in deep shit. I also told the other slave woman to tell the police if all else failed. 


Training Day



Dr. Smith asked, " Melissa can you please stay after class?"

As the other students left, Melissa went to speak with him.

"Melissa, you are failing my class." he informed her. 

"Please don't fail me. I will do anything, anything at all!" she begged.

As she spoke she gazed at his body particularly at his crotch and then deep into his eyes. He began to protest but only for a moment as her hand began to caress his cock through his pants. She looked up at him and his eyes closed. She took this as a sign and began to unbutton his pants. As she unzipped them his semi hard cock released, as he had no underwear on. Melissa then slowly descended down his body and on to her knees. His cock was staring her in the face. She took it into her hand and placed her thumb on the slit. Some pre-cum had oozed out and she used it to lubricate her palm as it slid down his cock. When her hand reached the base of his cock, she slid it under and cupped his balls. Then she leaned in and licked the tip of his beautiful cock. His cock responded by releasing some more pre-cum. This excited Melissa and she licked it off. A strand of pre-cum trailed off his cock to her lips as she pulled away. Then she leaned in again and placed his now throbbing cock in her mouth. She began to suck him slowly up and down his shaft. The wrinkles in his cock slowly smoothing out as it grew to full length. Dr. Smith moaned as she continued her slow pace. 

"Melissa, Melissa" Dr. Smith called.

"Do you have a response?" He asked

Melissa opened her eyes, her cheeks flushed. "No, sir." She answered

She had been dreaming the whole episode. Melissa was sitting in class, at a small town local college. Her mind had taken her on a trip she had never been on. She was a thinking of things she had never felt or dared to feel. Melissa Jones is a 21 year old virgin and she still lives at home with her mother. She had been having thoughts like these for some time. Usually she would go home to masturbate to ease the tension. 

Melissa drove home, thinking of her daydream. Her cunt began to moisten as she thought of Dr. smith's cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She could not help to unbutton her jean shorts and massage her steaming lips. As she drove along her fingers slid up and down her slit. She could care less about the traffic around her as one finger slid into her body. She was soaking the car seat as she pulled into the driveway. She was primed for a strong finish but mom was home. She walked into the house and said hi to her mom as she hurried into her room. Without wasting time she undid her pants again and lay on her bed. She began to rub her cunt. Up and down with long strokes. She could take no more. She reached in the night stand drawer and grabbed her vibrator and began easing it in and out. She fucked the vibrator harder than ever before. She must have been moaning quite load as her mother knocked and asked if she were ok. 

She managed to moan "yes I'm fine!"

A short time later she came back into the kitchen. Her mother made eye contact but did not speak. Melissa was quite embarrassed. She started to tell her mother but the mother just put her finger to her mouth telling her "shhhh".

"I know you have not had any sexual experiences Melissa." her mother started.

"I have over herd you tell your friends so on the phone. I know how frustrated it can be." She continued.

"I don't even know what to do mom." Melissa complained. 

Her mother gave Melissa a big hug and told her "It will be ok sweetie, I will teach you."

Melissa looked up with a surprised and confused expression on her face but again mom put her finger to her mouth and said "shhhh".

The next day when Melissa woke she was surprised to she her boyfriend Bill sitting in the kitchen with her mom. She walked in and her mom winked as they made eye contact. Melissa's mom is very straightforward. She asked Bill, "Would you like to stay for lunch?" 

He said "sure". 

As they sat Melissa's mom looked at Bill and asked, "So Bill would you like to screw my Melissa?" 

Bill was shocked. He started to mumble something but the mother interrupted. 

"I know you have had some experience Bill. But Melissa has not. I think I could teach both of you a few things, if you are up to it." 

Melissa smiled as Bill tried to form a complete sentence. "Mrs. Jones, I ah um"

"First off it is Ms. Jones but you can call me Sally, Bill. Second, I know you want my daughter but she is afraid. I will set her at ease for you. OK?" 

Bill just nodded.

Sally then led the two youngsters to her bedroom. She walked up to Bill and took his shirt off and exposed his muscular bald chest.

Sally let out a small moan. "It has been a while for me. He is great looking Melissa. Let's see what else he has to offer."

She began kissing down the young studs' chest, while Melissa watched. She bent at the waist as she lowered herself until she had to kneel in front of him. Then she looked up at him, and then at her daughter. She then unbuttoned his pants and exposed his beautiful cock.

"Oh my" she gasped

"I know mom, I have seen it and even rubbed on it but nothing more." Melissa sighed.

Sally only smiled as her lips kissed the head. Bill's cock was as hard as diamonds and every bit of 7 inches long but it was his girth that excited Sally. Bill stood frozen, he could not believe he was about to receive head from his girlfriend's mom, while his girlfriend watched no less. As Sally kissed the head a small drop of pre-cum oozed out. She licked it off and pulled away causing a long stream to form from her lips to his cock. Bill watched as much as he could but the feeling was too good. Slowly her mouth parted and took his long cock in. Up and down she bobbed her head. Bill's hips rocking in rhythm with her bobs. Melissa watched in total fascination as her mom moaned through his cock. 

She pulled off and told Melissa, "It's best to go slow and build a rhythm. Don't let the guy lead. Take his cock into your hand and hold the very base. This will help you control his thrusts and also feels good to him."

As she spoke she lowered Bill onto the bed. Melissa nodded and Sally continued to suck on bill's cock. It swelled to its full length and girth. Melissa staring as her mom took the member further and further down her throat. Sally pulled her mouth away and began sucking on the side of his cock and then lowered her mouth to his balls. Taking one and then the other in her mouth. She then sucked on the underside of his cock sliding up and down its length. Melissa leaned in and kissed the side of Bill's cock as her mother raised. That was too much for Bill! He shot a load of cum. Sally pulled of to watch the young stud shoot. It shot up in the air at least a foot. The cum landed mostly on Bills chest but some had hit Sally in the chin. She smiled and put her mouth back on his cock sucking the second and third shots into her mouth.

"mmmmm, that was good" she told Bill and Melissa. As she pulled her lips off.

"Is it mom?" Melissa asked

"Oh yes, try some" Sally said as she scooped some off the Bill's smooth chest.

She held out her hand and let Melissa lick it off her fingers. 

"That is good." Melissa sighed.

"I hope you recharge quickly Bill because I want to watch as Melissa tries and my cunt is on fire!" moaned Sally.

Bill just lay there with his eyes shut and moaned his approval.

Sally then began to undress. First she removed her shirt and expose her large pick lace covered tits. Bill turned on his side to watch. She looked down at him as she removed her bra, pausing to caress her own breasts. She then held one up and licked and then lightly bit the nipple. Melissa was also hurriedly undressing. Once she was undressed she knelt on the floor near Bill. Sally continued to strip. Slowly removing her jeans and unveiling her matching pick lace panties. Bill could see her lower lips and the hairy bush surrounding them. Melissa was now staring at Bill's limp cock. It was still glistening from her mother's saliva. 

Sally then told her daughter "I know how to get it hard again."

"Just do as I say." Sally continued.

"Lift the cock and lick the ball sack." Sally instructed.

As Melissa began to obey she lifted the heavy cock and began to lick. Bill let out a small moan. 

"Take the balls into your mouth and suck lightly." Sally continued. 

Again, Melissa obeyed. Bill again let out a moan and his cock began to harden. 

"Now hold it at the base and to lick the head." Sally moaned as she was lowering herself onto Bill's face.

Melissa did this and as she licked the head of Bill's cock, it sprang to life and released a small drop of pre cum. Melissa needed no further instructions. She began sucking on that beautiful cock. She let it slide in and out of her mouth. She then looked up just in time to see her mother climbing onto Bill's face. Bill began licking and sucking at Sally's cunt. It was not a slow movement. This was because Sally almost immediately began bucking into is face. He had two fingers in her cunt as he licked and sucked. His own hips then bucked into Melissa. This reminded her what she had been doing. She continued to suck his cock. When Sally looked down and saw this, she came. She screamed out in pleasure. Bill began to choke a little, as he had never had a woman cum on his face. Melissa stopped and watched as her mother began to regain her composure. 

The older woman then told Melissa, "Lay down on the bed." 

She then grabbed Bill by the cock and gave him a quick lick. She then guided his cock to her daughter's soaking wet snatch. She rubbed the head of his cock in her juices and then slowly pushed it in. 

She told Bill "Let me control it sweetie."

Melissa let out a small scream of pleasure and then grabbed the back of her mother's head. The cock slid all the way in and Melissa could feel each vein as it passed her lips. 

Bill moaned, "I can't last much longer!"

Sally then removed his cock and squeezed the tip for a moment. Then reinserted it. Melissa's cunt tightened around Bill's cock and Sally watched as the two young lovers began to fuck without abandon. 

It did not last long before Melissa cried out "I'm cumming!"

Bill announced "I gonna cum too!"

When Bill made his announcement. Sally ordered him "Pull out!"

He did and just as he did he shot a huge load unto Melissa's stomach. Bill collapsed next to his girlfriend and Sally licked the both of them clean. 

Melissa whispered, "Thank you mom." 

Sally just replied, "No, no thank you." as she snuggled next to Bill on his opposite side. 

Bill just laid there fast asleep as the two woman each had a hold of his cock at the base and were slowly, ever so slowly stroking him.



Training Day



The company I work at specializes in managing databases for real estate brokerages. Brokerages and their offices can manage their listings, photos, billing, etc by acquiring our system. My job is training our new clients how to use everything and managing the client once everything is up and running. We've been growing over the past couple of years, all across the country so I've been flying and doing lots of on-site work.

Recently we acquired a new client in New Jersey and I'd been talking to the various offices I needed to train. In early November I flew out to New Jersey from our base in Chicago to train the half dozen offices who'd be using everything. The week went OK. One good thing about this job is real estate office's staff are virtually all women. I'm a pretty good-looking guy, so I'm told. At 35 I'm told I look about 28, (27 and a half in the right light). I'm tall at 6'1 and I exercise and diet well so my weight is a trim and toned 190. I get a share of flirting and I respond. It helps the sessions move along.

After a week in a hotel, cable TV, the pool and some aimless driving around the area I was ready to go home. My last office on Friday was pretty out of the way. I had to drive two hours to get there from the hotel, so I checked out and would have to split the office by 2 at least to make my 6 pm flight. Worse, it was already raining and cold when I left. I slammed a Red Bull and danish on the drive and turned up the music. Only a few more hours.

I arrived to meet the office manager, Carmella, and her office administrator, Teresa. It was more of a jolt pick-up than the sugar, caffeine and taurine I just had. First off, I've always had a thing for big women and these two were right out of my favorite BBW magazines or pornos. Carmella was in her early 40s, an easy 5'11 with probably a 40DD chest not obscured by her blouse and grey suit jacket. A high, big round ass and thick but shapely, muscular legs showing under her shorter grey skirt. Her long curly brown hair had highlights of blonde (Sarah Jessica Parker style). He voice was husky but smooth as velvet, a touch smoky. Her hand's touch on mine was warm and electric when she greeted me. I had to swallow before I spoke.

"Carmella?"

"You have got to be Eric," she said. "Very nice to meet you." Her had slid across my back as she led me into her office. Inside I was greeted by the second punch of the combination. Teresa stood to greet me and shake my hand. She was about 30, pure honey blonde, about 5'8. Her loose red sweater V dipped to generous 38D cleavage. Tight jeans wrapping her wide bottom and thick legs. Perfect hourglass with sweet green eyes and sparking smile. Her long red nails matched her sweater. Carmella introduced us.

"So you're here to show us the ropes, huh?

"It's an easy system, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it in no time."

Teresa's smile flared. "I hope so."

We got down to business after coffee and small talk about my stay. When I mentioned my situation a crease went over Carmella's brow.

"Really? This weather is supposed to get really nasty."

"We'll we better get started then."

Teresa and I were working close at the computer with Carmella hovering behind us or at either side, asking questions, touching my shoulder or arm, lips close to my ear. Her perfume had my cock half hard. I had to scoot several times to adjust. An hour into it Teresa's leg kept touching mine. I would move and she would move. Finally I kept it there. So much for HALF hard.

Before we knew it it was noon and we all slid back bug-eyed from the computer screen. Teresa looked out to notice the rain had turned to heavy freezing rain and slush. A real ice storm was brewing. 

"Wow, Eric. You might want to call the airport and check on your flight."

I checked on line and my flight was cancelled. Chicago was getting it even worse than New Jersey. Carmella and Teresa let me have the office. I got on the phone and tried to book another flight. Even if I had to fly to LA to get there I wanted to go home TODAY. 30 minutes and no dice. Nothing was going into O'Hare and not much was going out of Newark. And that window was closing by the minute. I hung up, frustrated.

"I am totally fucked," I said to myself.

"Totally fucked? That sounds serious," Carmella said, walking in. Teresa behind her.

Half hard.

I sat down. "We'll that's rhetorical but I'm not leaving the state tonight. Nothing's flying out and the hotel - The hotel I already checked out of - is two hours away."

Carmella stepped over. That warm hand touching my cheek. "Oh, you poor thing. We're not going to let you whither and die here. We need you."

"I'm gonna need a LOT of attention before I can do this myself," Teresa said.

Carmella took charge. "Here's what we're going to do. We are closing here in about an hour because of the weather. Teresa and I will take you out for some dinner and then we'll find you someplace to stay tonight. OK?"

Soon my smile was back and I relaxed. I already was spinning fantasies about these two and couldn't wait to get into a motel room someplace and jack off twice for both of them. After Carmella scooted any stragglers from the office she locked up and the three of us drove to a great Italian place. We started with wine, had more through the appetizers and main course and then some more as the meal wound down.

It was now obvious. These women were flirting. Teresa sat next to me in to booth. This time we were leg to leg and never broke contact. Carmella kept paying me compliments, asking if exercised a lot. My skin was so smooth. She'd kill for eyelashes like mine. She even pinched my cheek with a wink. 

Into our second bottle of wine, Teresa ran her hand through my hair. "Don't you think her looks like Bon Jovi, Carm?"

"Cuter."

"I feel sorry for your girlfriend. After a week I bet you were really ready to give her a workout, huh?"

"I'm not seeing anyone actually."

"Now THAT is a crime against women," Carmella said, staring at over the rim of her glass.

To my amazement both of these super-fox Valkeries had fuckheads for boyfriends and husbands. Teresa's left hers a few months ago after he kept cheating on her with "some skinny bitch". On top of that he used to hit her. 

"I don't know," Carmella said. "With my husband, if he's not traveling for his job he's playing golf or downloading teenage nympho sluts on the computer. Christ, it's been months since anything. I can't even remember when it was anything GOOD."

"THAT is a crime against two beautiful women. Any guy who wouldn't worship both of you is crazy. And you're better off without them. Lots of guys would kill to be with either of you."

Carmella's brown eyes locked on mine. A smile curling her lips like a lioness. "I'm not interested in lots of guys."

Teresa's hand slid over my leg passing over my stiff cock. "Me neither."

The air was gone from around the table. A silence filled with the buzz of sex. Carmella once again took charge. "I have got a great idea. My husband is out of town as usual. I have more room in that house than I know what to do with and I'm only ten minutes away. Stay over tonight and I'll take you back to the office for your rental car tomorrow and we'll see what's happening at the airport."

This time I locked eyes with Carmella, then turned to Teresa, sliding my hand over her leg. "That sounds perfect."

We piled into the SUV, Carmella insisting I ride up front with them. I sat between them as we slowly navigated the slick, now dark roads. I could smell two distinct wet pussies. Carmella's breathing was heavy, fogging the mirror despite the blowing heater. Both her hands gripped the wheel.

"You know what, Carm?"

"What's that, T?"

"I think we should take Eric back to your place and fuck his brains out."

"That's why you're my assistant, sweetie."

Carmella's house was not large but roomy and very modern. We pulled into the garage and as the door closed, Carmella put the SUV in park. She shut the key back and grabbed my face with both hands. Our tongues danced, she sucked my tongue as if thirty, getting recharged from it. Deep moans in her throat. Teresa had undone my pants and released my throbbing cock. She breathed out as she grabbed, stroking.

"Oh, wow" she whispered, leaning down to lick up its sides.

I grabbed the back of Carmella's head, pulling her closer into me, breaking the kiss. Kissing her neck, quick nibble of the ear. She moaned. My hips bucked as Teresa swallowed my cock, pulling back to suck the tip as she stroked. Her wet lips and tongue like paradise.

"OK. Stop. Stop. Let's get comfortable," Carmella said.

We boldly entered the house through the garage, my wet, hard cock jutting from my open pants. We hurried out of our wet shoes and coats. Carmella grabbed my shaft, leading me.

"Come on, big boy. Let's have some fun."

She led me to the white/neutral living room, setting me back on the white leather sectional sofa. Both of the women commenced to strip while I watched, jacking my cock. This was going to be good.

Carmella's breasts were beyond exquisite. Round and hanging beautifully with long brown nipples that got my saliva flowing. They set perfectly over her puff of belly. A strip of trimmed hair above the shaven lips of her pussy. She set those powerful legs apart, rubbing her pussy with the same lioness expression, watching me stroke my cock. She took a nectared finger, placing it in my mouth, as she turned my head to watch Teresa.

Teresa's breasts had wide, flat saucer nipples, light pink, taking almost the whole diameter of her breasts. Her smile melted me, looking like a sweet little girl who found the puppy she always wanted. Unzipping her jeans she turned around to show me the delicious, wide bubble ass. She gave a spank to her left cheek, making it jiggle. Her profile peeked over her shoulder as she did it. She then spread her cheeks, showing me her pretty, pink asshole. It looked like a little knot of bubble gum above her shaved , glistening pussy. I took note of this, knowing what to do.

Carmella layed me back. "I am going to feast on this beautiful cock." She went to work with her mouth and hands. She was magical, drooling over it, slurping the way I love it while she jacked me, tongue swirling over the tip. She would suck the whole length, then work the tip. My ass cheeks clenched as I fought to keep control.

"Come and sit over my face, Teresa. I've got to taste you."

Luckily, Teresa's pussy occupied my concentration and I didn't come – yet. Her wetness was like sweet summer rain. I licked up the juice flowing out of her, fucking her with my tongue. She rocked on my face.

"Oh, fuck yeah. Eric. Oh, lick my pussy. Oh fuck yeah that is so good. Oh fuck. Oh. Make me cum baby. I want to come all over you."

I gripped those big, soft ass cheeks as I ate, finally working my tongue over her clit. I worked and worked, finding the spot.

"Oh, yeah. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. OHHH. YEAHHH! 

Her whole body tremored in my hand. I caressed her big, beautiful ass and thighs, squezzing as I ate her. As she calmed I wasn't done. Time for dessert. Bubblegum.

I licked around her asshole, using lots of spit. Gettting it nice and wet. This time her sounds were softer, cooing.

"Hunnnnnh. Oh, that is soooo nice. Oh, Carm, he's licking my ass. Eric, oh, don't stop. That is soooo good."

Carmella's mouth popped off my cock with a wet slurp. "I want you to cum, Eric. Cum for me, sweetie."

She went to work with her hands and from the throb she knew she had me. She found my secret spot. Nasty talk. With her husky, smoky voice it was Nirvana.

"Mmmm. You like when I talk like that, huh? You gonna fuck me and Teresa really nice tonight. You like us big, slutty women huh? You wanna suck our big, fat titties. Stuff this beautiful cock in our hot little pussies. Would you like that, baby. You like T's ass? I bet you wanna fuck it, huh?

I was getting close, feeling the cum boiling in my nuts. My tongue drove deeper, twisting in Teresa's asshole. She bucked. Her hands gripping my thighs.

"You gonna cum baby? Would you like to put all that hot sticky cum all over my face? You wanna see Carmella's face all shiny with your cum?

I grunted as I shot. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on Teresa, so I couldn't see anything but I could feel the hot, ropy jets of come flying from my cock. It felt like 110 volts, going from my cock, up my backbone, tingling all the way into my arms. I gasped.

Teresa climbed off me, turned to give me a deep, tonguing kiss. I looked down my chest at Carmella. She smiled back at me. Her right cheek, part of her forhead and nose shiny with my thick cum. A blob even landed in her hair. She licked the last dribbles off of her fingers.

"Looks great, Carm."

"Come here and help yourself, sweetie."

Teresa scooted down and licked the cum from Carmella's face. This sight pushed my cock to start getting the stirrings of another hard on. I was going to need to recharge, but not long.

"Mmmm. Now that's dessert."

Teresa licked up the last of it, sharing it in a wet kiss with Carmella. Their tongues danced and they laughed, caressing each other. Fat, round breasts meshing together.

Carmella led us both into the master bedroom. She left Teresa and I to kiss and caress on the bed, returning with a tray of three glasses of water. We drank and refreshed.

"God, you two are fucking amazing. I can't believe how lucky I am."

Carmella laughed. "You? I could tell when you walked in that you wanted us both. Big women pick up the signals when a man's interested in us. You were on fire. It's a nice thing when a guy as sexy as you is into big women."

"Like I said, you gotta be crazy."

Carmella layed back on the pillows, rubbing her lips. "I'd be crazy about feeling that nice fat cock fuck me."

Teresa layed on her belly, sliding up to my rising cock. "Let me get him ready for you, Carm."

As Teresa sucked me Carmella watched, circling her clit. "You wanna fuck me, Eric. Do you like Carmella's pussy? Wanna suck my big titties while you stick that hard dick in me?"

"Oh, Yeah, Carmella you are so fucking hot. I love your big titties and your big ass. So fucking sexy."

Teresa stopped licking my cock and leaned back, brushing her long honey blode hair behind her ear. "Mmmm. I wanna watch this."

I climbed onto Carmella's long, thick frame. Her arms around my back as I licked and softly bit her long, brown nipples. She moaned, nails digging into me as I slid into her steaming pussy. It was truly HOT. It felt like an oven. We grabbed at each other, I licked her neck, licked her face as I thrust into her pulling almost all the way out and all the way in.

"GOD, that's it. Fuck me. OH FUCK YES. YES YES YES. OOOOOHHHHH, Baby. Bite my nipples. Bite ‘em!"

I chewed and chewed as I fucked her. Her legs started to shake, belly contracting.

"OH FUCK I'M CUMMING. OH MY GOD. OHHHHHH."

Her fist slammed my back as the orgasm hit. I laughed, loving that I was making this frustrated fox cum so good. I felt like a hero.

I pulled back, patting the sweat from my brow. Carmella leaned up and kissed me hard. Teresa watched us, giggling. "Wow."

"He still needs to cum, T. What should we do about that?" Carmella said, stroking my slick cock.

"Didn't you say something about him fucking my ass?"

"I did. Would you like to fuck Teresa's ass? She prefers it, you know."

"I can't help it," Teresa said, sweet as pie. "Besides, I'm not on the pill."

I rubbed her big thigh. "Well why don't you put that sexy ass into the air and let me make it shake for you."

Teresa got up on her knees. "I would love to."

As Carmella got up from the bed, I leaned down to lick Teresa's ass some more. Carmella returned with a bottle of lube. "You're going to need this."

Carmella and I kissed as she lubed my cock. I smeared a generous glob on my fingers. Working one and then two fingers into her ass. Teresa worked on her own clit as I readied her.

Finally I got up behind her, easing my cock head in, taking time for her to adjust. We both had experience and it was unsaid, trusted. Carmella kneeled beside me, kissing me, caressing, rubbing her luscious tits against my back as I eased my cock into Teresa's ass. Once in she began pushing back against me.

"Yeah, that's it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck my ass. Fuck it deep. Harder!"

I thurst away, reaching to paw her swaying tits, pinching her nipples. My muscular thighs smacked her ass as it rippled and shook. It didn't take long for me to cum again. I pulled out and shot three streams of cum on Teresa's back. Carmella was on it like a hungry cat. Licking it clean as Teresa collapsed.

The sky was clear Saturday but I didn't fly home until Sunday morning. Carmella, Teresa and I enjoyed each other the entire day. Carmella took us both out to dinner again Saturday night and we kept it at it until 3 am. I stumbled onto the plane and slept the whole way home. You can guess which of my offices gets the best service. And Carmella has made sure to mention to my boss that I may need to come back to New Jersey to provide "additional training."



Training Day



It was training day in the field, a day in which all the soldiers had been working up to, but no one more so than Gibbs. Gibbs was gung-ho on the entire war subject since she was a kid, and wanted to do nothing else with her life. She could be a real bitch, and this made her perfectly fit for her dream-job: Drill Instructor. This was her moment to do or die.

Out in the field she was paired with two females and 3 males. She got the names pretty quick. Rodriguez and Willis were the two girls; Balemine (whom everyone referred to as "Bale"), Rodgers, and Carter, the males. 

I bet I'm going to have to drag their asses to win this, Gibbs thought.

The first drill was the woodland navigation. Gibbs got the compass.

"You should let me take that, girl," said Bale. "I'm an expert at this stuff."

"Whatever, but if we get lost, it's your ass, Bale" replied Rodriguez. 

And sure enough, that's what happened. Bale and Gibbs moved fast, ignoring their comrades calls to slow down or risk separation. They had no idea until 20 minuets into the exercise that they were alone, and noon was waning.

"Give me the compass!!" Gibbs snatched it out of Bale's hands. "We're going to get in so much trouble now for abandonment. If you would have just slowed your ass down, this wouldn't have happened." screamed Gibbs

"Hey, I didn't see your ass waiting for them. Don't throw this shit on me." Bale was fired up, but he looked at Gibbs, and said, "We're getting nowhere with arguing. Sit down and just wait for someone to come in after us."

He sank onto the ground with his gear and looked over Gibbs's body. It was a nicely shaped, hour-glass sort, from what he could tell. He imagined it all through her clothes: perfect breasts, a toned stomach, and such a nice round ass and legs for miles. He could already feel himself rising.

"Get up. If I fail this, I can't say I'm the best that I can be. This is your fault, you ass. I should have kept the compass." Gibbs snarled.

He looked at her, the idea forming perfectly in his head.

"You're quite the bitch, aren't you?" Gibbs sneered at him and shook her head.

"Bitches need to be taught a lesson. See, I was always told the one thing a female soldier was really good at is releasing tension. And I'm feeling pretty tense right now."

Bale stood and moved behind her, and pulled her right hand into the small of her back. Startled by this, Gibbs dropped her rifle and tried to go for her knife, but Bale was too quick, and gently but firmly pulled that arm into submission. She kicked and screamed, but he moved fast and artfully gagged her with his hat while hanging on to her hands.

"Say, what do you know, I have some rope here Gibbs. I bet a girl like you is a feisty little fire cracker in her pants…Bet you like the kinky shit!" He mused in her ear. Tears were already streaming down her dirty face, and she pleaded at him with her eyes. Instead of yielding to her, he stripped off her pack and tied her around the nearest tree, unbuttoning her BDU jacket and cutting away her shirt and bra to examining her breasts. They were a nice size, and he concluded that they must be around a size 34D. They sat nicely on her body, and her nipples, a light shade of brown, were already erect and seemed to beg to be played with. His forefinger and thumb complied, moving to pinch at her nipples.

"Gibbs, are you enjoying this? You little slut!" Bale laughed. He brushed his lips against her ear while adjusting his cock. "Don't feel bad, baby, you're not the only one."

Gibbs murmured and pleaded, but she couldn't get him to stop. He rubbed his cock against her clothed sex, and she wanted it so bad. But this wasn't right. This was way beyond the normal sex routine she was used to. This was much better. 

No, I can't be thinking that, she thought. This is so wrong. But I want it so bad. 

She decided to struggle. No way was she going to explain a torn shirt and busted rifle to her Drill Instructor. 

"Whoa, whoa girl. This is my show." he unsheathed his knife; a 5 inch Ka-Bar, and pressed it against her bare stomach. "So you cooperate or I cut you. Got it?" he slid the blade past her pants waist and pressed the flat end against her pubis. She nodded, staring at him, and determined he was serious. Wrapping one arm around her body, the other still holding his knife, he said:

"I'm going to untie you, and when I do, I want you to take off those pants, baby. And don't try anything. Skin this pretty shouldn't get scarred." He laughed and undid the ropes. With shaky hands, she unbuttoned her pants, moving the camouflage down her legs. 

"Nice. Now the panties"

She obeyed, and stood again with her pussy exposed. It was trimmed up nicely, with a little hair begging to grow back. She kept her legs closed tightly, but Bale coax them open.

"Mmmmm….Don't hide that. I want to see it. Show it to me"

Gibbs looked at him, fighting his man-made gag and trying to show as much displeasure and fear as she could. "You little slut, show it to me!" he pushed at the blade. A trickle of blood ran down her stomach, and she yelped. Without delay she reached down and spread her pussy lips, as wide as she could so he could see. She was still pretty tight, having only been with…inadequately equipped men in the past. Her clit burned against her finger, and her juices were flowing now, despite her fear. Absent minded, she began rubbing it, and moaned against her gag.

"Yeah, baby, that's it," Bale whispered, and began to undo his pants. He pulled out an 8 inch hard cock, and already Gibbs could she the tip was moist with his own juice. He stroked it a few times, then quickly took her hands and tied her to the tree. She gasped, forgetting for a second the seriousness in the situation. But her clit still burned, her nipples were on fire, and she wanted that cock badly. She didn't have to wait long. His fingers trailed down to her clit, and pinched it until she couldn't take it much longer. She bucked and moaned, but it was no use. This was, after all, his show. Then he spread apart her lower lips, while he locked her mouth with his, spreading it with his tongue, while he did the same to the nether lips with his fingers. Then as his tongue twirled into her mouth, his dick pressed into her pussy.

She moaned, and shoved it in as far as he could, till she screamed. He drew her legs up around his middle and stood still, forcing her to ride his cock on her own. He latched his mouth onto hers, and then moved to her nipples, pulling at them with his lips and teeth. She pumped her body up and down, the pain of his cock mixing with the pleasure deep inside her pussy. She moved fast, and clinched her muscles around his cock until it was all she felt. Bale began moaning, and shot his cum into her. She wasn't far behind, her orgasm electrifying her entire body.

"Nice job, Gibbs. Now if you don't mind," he pulled away from her and suited back up "I have a squad to catch up to. See you at graduation, bitch!"

And he left her tied to the tree. 



Training Day



As far as he knew it started with a simple flirt. A comment was made by Megan, our training manager, about stuffy executives as she passed by my office on her way to a meeting. Heading to the same meeting, I exited behind her and joined the conversation with something playful like "I think you'd find me pretty open-minded." She slowed her pace, breaking from the group she had been walking with, and looked over her shoulder with a smile. Megan was a stunner, about 5'5, shoulder length straight auburn hair and an alternative but business classy style. I really enjoyed her educated, sarcastic wit and was glad she paused for me. Her dark purple lipstick drew my eyes to her lips as she responded to my jest, "oh really, that could be fun." She had a tight body from regular workouts which she proudly posted on her social media feeds and with that comment my mind and eyes began to wander over it. I was tongue tied and very distracted by the sexual overtones and responded only with a "hah!" as I opened the door to the conference room for her. Back to work.

But, it was hard to stay focused as she had sat directly across the table from me. She was wearing a form fitted, thin knit top with a high mock neck that beautifully displayed her ample breasts above tight abs. My eyes kept wandering. It was a good thing that the conference table hid her skirt and high heels. The meeting continued but my mind was focused on her. Wow, I was horny and I wanted her, but she was married as was I. Still fun to think about during some future masturbation session. This meeting was dull and she was hot, sitting over there smiling at me with those big purple lips. Oh no, had she caught me looking? I returned a smile and forced my mind back to the meeting. It ended and the day continued, back to normal.

Towards the end of the day when the meetings had ended and most had left the office, there was a knock at my door. "Can I talk with you for a few minutes?" Megan asks, standing at the threshold. I'm a bit worried as she enters and shuts the door behind her, me trying not to stare at her ass, figuring that's why she was here and that I was in trouble. She turned a chair from my conference table around towards me and scooted it up close, just enough so the hemline of her skirt was obscured by my desk. Focus Jeff. "I'm really excited for the training class next week! I think it will be a really good way for you and your team to connect.", she begins. "Yes, I'm also very excited. Thanks again for coordinating it and getting us those free spots." "My pleasure! It's fantastic that so many of the group have taken you up on the offer. They have asked us to be there about six thirty a.m. to get the hall setup and such." "No problem" I say, thankful that she apparently didn't notice me checking her out in the meeting earlier. "We'll have to stay late to help clean up as well" Megan continues. "No problem. We should have plenty of hands at that point to make quick work of it," figuring I can count on many of my team to chip in after a day away from the office. "I'm very curious to hear what they all think about this style of session and the agile methodology," I say, working to keep my focus as Megan switches her crossed legs, causing me to glance down at her legs. "Yes, I'm curious too," she says with a smile. "Maybe we could debrief after the clean up over a drink at a nearby lounge that I know?"

Did she just ask me out for a drink? No, it's nothing, she's just very engaged in her work and wants to discuss how the training went. Hum, I'm not sure, I think she might have caught me looking at her and liked it. Could she be like me, a sexually frustrated married professional looking for something more to life than work? No, it's nothing. Things like that don't happen to me.

"Sure, that would be great to catch up while it's still fresh. What did you have in mind?" "Well, there are a number of fun places within a few blocks of the conference center. My favorite has a very cool atmosphere and is only two blocks from the training facility. Maybe we could just walk over when we're done. Let's play it by ear and see how the day goes," she adds casually. "Sounds good" I say, "Looking forward to it." 

Not clearly sure if I had just been hit on in my office, I was still enjoying the fact that they hottest gal in the company had just asked me to join her for a drink after next week's training. The fact that she had asked me behind the closed door for my office was interesting. Was it just that she wanted to be discreet about discussing the training opportunity for my team? Or was it that she didn't want anyone to know that she had asked me out for a drink after the training? Secretly hoping for the latter, I thanked her again for arranging the training and was looking forward to the full day's events. She rose and returned the chair to its original spot, turned her back to me and headed for the door. It was impossible for me to not look at her cute bottom, but as she reached for the handle she peaked over her shoulder and caught me in the act. My eyes popped to hers, and a smile spread across her face, "I look forward to hearing just how open-minded you are." She says as she closes the door behind her.

I hadn't felt so sexually charged in many years. It was as if a residual electric charge was pulsing through the room as I worked to process what has just occurred. I was getting quite hard, possibilities running around in my head, both of them very interested in all fun things that Megan might bring to the near future. The rest of the work day would be shot unless I could get her off my mind and release this sexual tension that was building. Thankfully this building had a basement that was nearly empty but fully finished, including a men's locker room. The toilet stall there was a perfect place to stroke my cock to a nice orgasm. I quickly headed for the elevator and upon reaching the basement found it deserted as usual. The locker room was the same, quite, so I quickly entered the stall and unzipped my slacks, letting them and my boxers fall to my ankles. My cock was semi hard in anticipation and took only a few strokes to reach full engorgement. I'm looking down, watching my head grow as I pull my foreskin back slowly, a bit of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I use my other hand to gently rub that slippery lube around my head making it grow even larger a turn a deep shade of purple. I begin to stroke it rapidly, so horny now that I don't want to wait for release any longer. I raise my free fingers to my mouth and taste the salty lube, licking between two of my fingers as if they were Megan's pussy lips. Then I take them both deep into my mouth and suck them clean as I thrust my cock deeply though my other hand. My mind filling with Megan's beautiful body, wishing she were here, bent over in front of me with her skirt up around her waist, panties at her knees and my cock buried in her pussy. Ahh, that did it, I can feel that familiar sensation building in my mind and balls. I keep stroking quickly, straining to hold back the cum, building the sensation until I can't restrain it anymore. I moan as the release comes in a wave of body shudders and a pulse of cum shooting across the stall, and then another. I slowly stroke my cock and release the remaining juices and my eyes close and my head roles back enjoying the waves of calming pleasure. I languish, wishing for more, with Megan, with someone. Maybe there will be something soon? But the day and the priorities, and all the rest start to slowly intrude into my stream of consciousness as they always do. Time to clean up this big mess of cum and get back to work. Good thing the class is only a weekend away, or I'd probably be down here again more than once. 

The day of the seminar I arrived at the prescribed time to help setup the event. Megan has arrived before me and is already talking with the event director. She's dressed for the physical labor of setup and teardown, but still managed to look sexy in tight fitting jeans, black blouse and calf-high black boots with a low heal. Her back was to me as I entered the main hall so I was able to fill my eyes with her sweet backside as I slowly walked to them. Wow, wouldn't it be fun to take her from behind..., focus Jeff. I was greeted with a lovely smile and a friendly hand to my upper arm as I announced myself. "Thanks for being her so early to help," she says. "I know it's a long drive for you." "No problem, I'm a morning person and very excited for today's events. Thank you for taking such an interest and doing all the work to get this going for me and my team." Her gorgeous smile was mesmerizing and abruptly interrupted by a rather obtuse and homely building manager beginning an oratory on how the hall needed to set just so. Time to get to work. 

Mostly on our own we moved tables and chairs, in multiple rooms, into position for the expected 200 attendees. I hadn't seen Megan much during the busy morning and as the event began she joined my team and me, all seated together for the opening session. As the day progressed it was fun to watch her interact with my team and other in the group activities. She was extremely outgoing, not afraid to jump up and be part of the interactions or presentations. She was very confident and it was oh so very sexy. 

The day was full of breakout sessions and again I didn't see her much until around lunch time when I had gathered my team together for some early feedback. This was more about team building for my new group than anything else. Even if the sessions were mediocre, we would be able to review them as a team and have time to bond over lunch and closing discussions. Megan was interacting well with my team of technicians, making friends with every conversation. Again, very attractive to watch.

As the day was wrapping up, I began getting excite about the possibilities over a drink or two with her after our clean up duties were done. I had specifically not planned any after events for my team with the excuse that I had a long drive home and work the next day. Many of my team helped out with the cleanup however and chatted about the day and what to do after. Most had to leave but a few were making plans to get together for a beer nearby. I declined politely with my pre-planned same excuse, but was now worried that they would be in the area where Megan and I would be going out to talk about the day. Would she invite them to join us? This would be an interesting view into her thoughts for our time this evening? She also politely declined stating that she had already made other plans. Wow, she did want to be alone with me. Was it possible that she was interested in me for more than just work? It sure seemed as if the possibility was there. My mind was racing. How do I handle this one? Play it cool, she's a co-worker, you could be wrong and making advances could be a very bad career move. Be your friendly, outgoing self and let her push the envelope if she is so inclined. Yeah, that would have to be the way, as my job was more important than my sexual desires. We'll have wait and see how the evening turns out. 

How incognizant, at that time, how much this line of thinking would be put to the test over the next six months, and how often it would be tested to millimeters of the edge.



Training Day



Thank you to the only reader to contact me after reading other stories. A female point of view has, I think given this something more ... squidgy?




It was a hot July day, not the hottest but enough to cause Erica to glow from exertion during her walk from the office to the station.

She stood with the all the other sheep on the platform, jostling for the best position and trying to catch the most of any breeze or downdraft from the passing trains that could swirl around her body and up her skirt to cool her off. She knew that once she got on the train, chances are that it would be full of other commuters and she wouldn’t get a seat so would spend the entire journey squashed up against all manner of hot, sweaty losers.

With a blast of warm, dirty air, the train grumbled into the platform and the doors hissed open with their displeasure at the effort of it all. Erica was right, with only a couple of passengers disembarking, the train was already full and all the seats were taken by those intent on staying there. Occupying their hard fought territory like a mother bird guards her nest.

Erica accepted the pushing and shoving of those around her with good grace as she stepped inside. Her skin stuck to her skirt and blouse, which despite the thin fabrics, both felt heavy and stiff against her. God, she thought, why did she put herself through this? Why not get a job closer to home, or marry a rich guy and never work again?

She smiled at the fantasies and resolved to bear her misfortunes with good grace. One day her prince would come! In the meantime, she had to kiss a lot of frogs. At least she hadn’t lost her sense of humour and relaxed against the handrails to make herself comfortable for the journey by placing her leather valise on the floor between her feet, bracing her legs slightly apart in order to make room for it and stabilise herself against the rattling, rickety, ride to come.

The train established a steady rhythm and she glanced at the newspapers of those around her. Some overpaid, over ego-ed, overindulged soccer player had been caught being unfaithful to his pretty wife with an even prettier women. The irony was that he didn’t deserve either of them and both were in it for the publicity enhancement opportunities that he was too illiterate and inarticulate to understand for himself unless it was explained to him.

As the journey continued, she relaxed even more and her cold wet clothing chilled and hung heavier off her tanned, trim frame. Whoever was behind her was being a real pain and bumping against her and disturbing her quiet moments.

Erica turned to growl at whoever it was and to give them a piece of her mind and looked directly into 6’+ of rippling prince material. He smiled, revealing perfectly white and even teeth. She stopped in her tracks and her heart double beat and her stomach turned to jelly.

“Hi, my name’s Mark. This heat’s a killer isn’t it?” Erica averted her eyes and down at the floor, no matter how good looking the guy was, he was still a stranger on a train and it was too humid to chit chat.

Erica relaxed again, her eyes drowsily twitching between closed and half-closed as she thought back to how the jabbing against her buttocks had not been entirely unpleasant. She looked up and out of the windows at the scenery flying past.

Or not flying past as the case may be. The backs of brick-built terraced houses crawled past indicating that they were still within the city limits and therefore there was the best part of an hour still to go of her journey. Hopefully a few of these deadbeats would get off in the next few stops before the long express run out to the suburbs. That would make things a bit more roomy and if she had any luck, it might even empty one of the seats and she could sit down. She knew that she had killer legs, especially when she wore a heel but it had been a long day and her calves were rock hard under the strain of standing for so long.

The train slowed further to stop at the final urban station. The doors sighed open and a couple of suits and a few airhead secretary types jostled their way to them and out. The remaining passengers shuffled around to absorb the spaces revealed by their exit. But no seats became vacant.

Erica cursed and shifted her weight from foot to foot, only to receive more prodding and poking from studly stranger behind her against her clenched backside. Jesus, who did he think he was? He was being a real pain in the ass.

A smile tentatively curved the edge of her mouth as she realised the literal truth of her thoughts. A pain in her ass in fact. The smile crept along her lip to catch the other side of her mouth and established itself. This lifted her mood a little and she relaxed slightly, not realising how close behind the guy behind was stood.

The result of which was for her buttocks to part and briefly permit his groin to press into her flesh and then in shifting her weight, she rubbed against it and the fabric of her skirt clung and bunched between them.

Erica jolted forward to create space between them but her skirt stayed slightly gathered into her cleft. The intimacy of the contact was not intentional and she turned her head to apologise for invading his space.

“Hi. Mark, is it? I’m really sorry about clattering into you. Trains eh? Why do we commute through this hell?” and she flashed a smile that she hoped would be friendly but not flirtatious .

“No harm, no foul. Yes, I’m still Mark and I’m still far too hot on this sardine tube. And I’m not gonna lie to you, it wasn’t the worse experience I’ve had today. In fact, I kinda enjoyed it. My bad?” And there was that perfect smile again that seemed to glint in the sun coming through the windows like an old toothpaste ad.

Erica chuckled and relaxed again that her assault hadn’t resulted in offence and relaxed again. This time making sure that she kept her distance.

“In your own words, no harm no foul. My name’s Erica and I can be equally honest with you by agreeing. So no, you’re not bad.” As she turned back to face away from him, he bent forward.

“Thank you Erica” and then he leant further and closer to her ear before softly adding, “but I want to be bad.” As Mark said this, his hand snaked onto her hip and slid down and over her cheek, gently palpating as it almost caressed her shape.

Erica stiffened at his words but the insistent heat of his breath at her neck when he spoke and the invasive intimacy of both his words and his actions quickly relaxed her and without thinking, she took a half step backwards. To the other passengers, it would have looked as if she had stumbled but Mark and her both knew better than that.

She mumbled under her breath, so that hopefully only he would hear, grateful that those closest to her had iPods or similar masking her words from them, “O yes? And what would be bad?”

Erica heard the words from her lips but didn’t remember thinking them and certainly blushed at what she had said. She felt her neck and the slopes of her cleavage tingle as a result. Not only that but her heart and stomach reacted too. Beating a little faster and wobbling a little as they had when she saw Mark’s face for the first time.

Mark moved his right foot forward a half pace also, again appearing to stumble and stabilise himself but in reality moulding his hip and groin into Erica’s rear. His left arm reached beyond Erica’s head to grab the rail. This simple manoeuvre almost folding her slight form into his embrace. In whichever direction she now moved, other than forwards, her body would rub up against Mark’s.

He bent his mouth to her ear again, softly speaking, “I find actions so much easier to express than words. Don’t you?” and his right hand surreptitiously rested on his leg, allowing his fingers to stretch forward and grasp the fabric of her skirt. Slowly and imperceptibly, Mark’s fingers clutched and released Erica’s skirt, drawing it up her legs and keeping it raised with, but shielded from the carriage by, his thigh.

Panic was quickly overcome with pleasure as Erica realised that no one else could see what was happening and that Mark seemed to know what he was doing. Each time his thigh pressed forward, she could feel hard muscle and engorged flesh press into her. Again, without realising what her body was doing before it was doing it, her left arm dropped, obscured by their bodies and her hand made contact with his thigh. It was her turn now to inch and explore as her fingers walked along to his fly.

Mark sighed softly as Erica’s palm smoothed its way along his length and was filled with throbbing insistence. Gauging size and girth, Erica’s eyes twinkled wide open and suddenly her legs didn’t feel the strain of standing any more.

By this time, Erica felt more exposed and realised that her skirt was now gathered above her cheeks which were partially nude apart from the damp jersey cotton of her briefs that were bunching into her crack. As a result, Mark’s fingers felt that they were now stroking and squeezing her naked globes. God, this guy was good. He knew what he was doing and there was nothing bad about what that was.

Erica closed her eyes and the train and its other passengers melted away into the background. Even the tortured rattle and clatter of steel on steel as the train sped along the tracks was muffled and subdued as her pulse raced and her heart pounded in her chest and in her ears.

Slick fingers on slick skin at her behind were clawing the jersey into a tighter bunch, revealing more and more of her exposed derriere. She no longer minded, in fact she wished that he would remove them completely. Not that she would suggest or initiate such a wanton advance. She was stimulated heavily and enjoying every moment of this encounter but she wasn’t about to admit to herself, let alone him just how turned she felt now.

Well, not strictly speaking true. And speaking was the thing. She wasn’t going to give voice to her arousal. She wasn’t going to puncture the cocoon of desire with clumsy words. No. As he himself had said, actions speak louder than words and the actions of her body were betraying her. Her feet kept sliding slightly further apart. Her breaths were becoming deeper and more laboured. Her bust rose and fell with exaggerated motion as each breath was sucked in and exhaled. Perspiration beaded on her face, lips, her cleavage and beneath the waist of her skirt. (After all, a lady doesn’t sweat.)

Mark’s fingers advanced once more and probed through the gathered fabric of her briefs, making easy work of circumnavigating them to touch the flesh beneath. Once there, they slid and danced across and between moist curves. Erica had to confess that it may not be perspiration that was easing his passage through her, well through her passage. She’d never been a fan of having her backside messed about with during sex but oddly, it didn’t feel strange at this very moment. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to have a complete stranger finger and grope her there.

A further shift of Erica’s feet and a tilt of her hips provided Mark with further encouragement, as if any were needed, to continue his loving finger work on her instrument. Erica was completely surrendered to the moment. Each one of which was stretched out and snapped with exquisite release. She was being plucked and prepared. Her breath catching in her throat as heat burned between her thighs. Erica even found herself rubbing those thighs together and squeezing Mark’s hand.

All of this was new territory, Erica had no frame of reference for being ravaged in public, let alone by a complete stranger. Although previous boyfriend’s had got fresh with her in public, she had always remained composed and politely, but firmly re-directed their fumbling hands or other parts to where she could shield her modesty.

Erica’s thoughts were brought abruptly back to the present by a two-fold stimulus. Mark’s thumb had pressed against the crinkled rose of her anus, not pushing in or violating her there but establishing a curious presence. Whilst at the same time, his first finger had curled up and most definitely had violated. She could feel his fingernail, clipped and neat, stroking the wet, swollen flesh inside her vagina.

Vagina? That was an odd word to pop into her head. She hadn’t said the c-word or any other slang expression. No, she had been anatomically correct and Mark seemed anatomically confident and experienced to head straight for a few pleasure points. Some of which Erica knew about, and some she hadn’t felt touched before. God, she wanted him to quit playing about and finish her off. If she didn’t some relief soon, she was going to turn around and jump up into his lap.

Jump? She was thinking about jumping this stranger? What was she thinking. It was one thing to have her lady parts diddled and fiddled but it was quite another to admit entry to persons unknown just to rub her itch. But God, she really itched now and only a damn good scratching was going to do it. She flickered an eye open to gaze at the scenery speeding by. There was about half an hour until the first station out of the city and another quarter of an hour after that for her stop.

Grrrrrrr! At least an hour until she was home and could strip off to take matters into her own hands. Until then, she relaxed back into Mark’s hands and enjoyed the ride.

Mark was not a mind reader, he had no clairvoyant power of any kind but he was a virile 30 – something who had been fortunate enough to number a small group of very beautiful women as his lovers. Each of whom and flattered him on his techniques whilst at the same time offering minor adjustments and suggestions that improved not only that relationship but also those that came after. Or sometimes, came and came and came and came after. Erica was now benefitting from the instruction of Mark’s previous lovers and she definitely seemed to be enjoying it. Each time her breathing changed or stance shifted or she raised or lowered her hips to him, he could read those movements and adjusted his ministrations to take things up a notch.

Now it was Mark’s turn to look out of the window. He made the same calculation to the first station but his conclusion was not the same as Erica’s. He read this as a closing window of opportunity. If he were get some relief of his own, he now had less than thirty minutes until the doors would open and who know what chaos that would bring to the passengers around him that were keeping his actions covert.

Erica was close. So close now. She bit her lip and briefly wondered how loud her climax would be and could she maintain her dignity and relative silence so as not to attract the attentions of those around her. Gradually she tuned back in to the background noises, trying to gauge the underlying level. As she concentrated on multi-tasking, thank God she was a woman after all, her ears detected a new sound behind her.

Just above the sound of the train and Mark’s controlled, but heavy breathing, she distinctly heard the sound of a zipper’s teeth as they were slowly and deliberately unmeshed.

Erica was contemplating what this might mean when she felt a slight chill at her rump. Mark’s fingers were still present but instead of probing, they were spreading.

She was still contemplating what this meant, multi-tasking one other task whilst riding pleasure’s waves was one thing but the concentration to add on another left her mental faculties dulled, when she felt a familiar but yet not familiar mushroom headed butt against her, well against her butt.

As she turned her head slightly and a question swam to the surface of her conflicted mind, she looked into Mark’s eyes. They were confident. They were assured. They were kind. But they were determined.

She yielded. She submitted. She surrendered. She permitted the intrusion. The penetration. The invasion.

Mark leaned into her, leading with his hips and briefly bending and extending his knees, giving him the purchase necessary to advance towards his goal. Inch by inch he inserted his throbbing manhood between Erica’s butt cheeks. Swollen flesh grazed and scraped along the seams of her briefs, still intact but bunched and held aside by his other hand.

And then, then with agonising inevitability the crown of his erection pressed to her engorged sex. Erica’s breath was snatched from her lips as recognition, realisation and resignation washed over her. She could feel the girth that she had felt earlier demanding access. Its pulsating tip had crested her swollen labia and was insinuating itself deeper. Her briefs, which had previously guarded her against invasion were now conspiring and assisting in Mark’s navigation of her body. She could feel vein and muscle rub their length along the cleft of her womanhood.

A sigh bubbled out as a whimper as she felt Mark’s penis make contact with her clitoris. Erica was drowning in pleasure and it seemed there was nothing she could do about it. Even if she wanted to, she had no thought of swimming to the surface and the modesty that it would afford. Instead she inclined her hips further and pressed her fingers between her legs, urging and directing the invasion.

Mark’s relief at her consent and supplication manifested in exaggerated rocking and rippling of his hips and thighs and gradual advancement. He used the motion of the train’s rattle and roll to cover his actions. Inch by luxuriating inch he continued to immerse himself in her warm, moist embrace.

The light was fading now, morphing from daylight to dusk and the fluorescence of the carriage lighting jarred and flashed as Erica’s eyes snapped open. They were unseeing and unfocused as delirious pleasure consumed her every sense and blocked out every sight, sound and feeling that wasn’t directly emanating from her arousal.

The conquest claimed another victim as Mark felt the sheen of Erica’s buttocks glide across his thighs, confirming that he had pushed himself inside her fully. Erica squeezed and adjusted to caress and cocoon Mark’s penis. Its steely determination, throbbing and resolute caressed in a velvet glove, yielding and accepting.

Mark took hold of Erica’s hips with the assured confidence that normally comes with the familiarity of a lovers’ union formed time and time again over many years. Instead this had come from a chance embrace with a kindred spirit. It was of no relevance that she would have never considered herself a kindred spirit. Whilst she was confident enough to accept lovers in the privacy of a bedroom, or even a kitchen or living room she had always baulked at even leaving the blinds open.

And yet here she was, legs spread, thighs apart, wide open and wanton. Their coupling now established rhythm and purpose. Neither could thrust for fear of discovery but it was hard. Deliciously, excruciatingly, unbelievably hard not to smash back and forth, heedless of those around them. So hard not to sweep them aside, regardless of the consequences, and slam Erica against the side of the train and pound her, hard.

Hearts pounding, pulses racing, limbs trembling and with exquisite inevitability, the levers that held back Erica’s orgasm all clicked into place and unlocked with slick precision. Her toes curled, her calves stiffened, her knees buckled, her buttocks clenched, her stomach quivered, her breasts heaved, her nipples tingled, her neck blushed, she bit her lower lip, her nostrils flared, her eyes glistened and her blood  was on fire.

With a presence of mind, she did not know she possessed, she plucked a scrap of ‘kerchief from her pocket and brought it to her face.

Her climax crested and broke and with superhuman restraint she masked her moaning sigh with a forced sneeze. Now you may relish the buzz that a good sneeze and the rush that follows but this is nothing to the endorphin charged ecstasy that flooded Erica’s senses and left her beached on the shoreline of normality, letting waves of post orgasmic shock wash over her.




Training Day



Had Mark’s mind not been focussed on his release, he might have shared a pun about coming along for the ride. But he couldn’t. In fact, he couldn’t think with any coherence at all. Erica’s passion had consumed and devoured him. As she died a little death in stifled submission, her inner muscles had grasped and sheathed and flexed and squeezed. Without her bidding, she had intimately pleasured him and brought him to the brink of release.

What’s why, when her climax crashed through, it swept Mark along and triggered his own. Teeth clenched, eyes tightly shut, fingers indelibly pressed into Erica’s hips he pressed up and deep and emptied is seed. Savouring the elusive sensations of coming into his lover’s climax was a rare treat. And coming on top of the frisson of taking a complete stranger, in public, on a train, surrounded by commuter zombies and you would have to be made of stone not to overwhelmed.

Mark felt his ball sac tighten and twitch time after time as his semen flooded her womb. He had undergone a vasectomy last year so now he fired blanks, but she didn’t know that. Man, that was hot, knowing that she was taking his load heedless of the risk of pregnancy. Imagine, if in six months time she was still commuting with his child inside. Blossoming into motherhood and hopefully increasing her chances of a seat. He’d never seen a pregnant woman have to stand for long before someone giving their space to her.

Erica felt Mark’s ejaculate pump into her. God, this was insane. She was on the pill and way off her most fertile time anyway but this guy didn’t know that. And yet, here he was blasting away without a care in the world and she didn’t even know his last name. Or even if Mark was his real name. The thought triggered aftershocks of pleasure and she juddered and trembled.

Over sensitised by his recent orgasm, the nerve endings along the length and more importantly the tip of Mark’s penis magnified and intensified the friction between his sex and hers. Mark released Erica and balled his fists to provide any other stimulus and to channel his re-orientation back to reality and the here and now.

The tortured screech of brakes sawed through their heightened state and alerted them to the approach of the first station out of town. This was Mark’s stop but Erica didn’t know that. And her stop was some time off yet but Mark didn’t know that. He took a half step back, maintaining proximity that kept Erica’s skirt bunched and her backside covered.

Mark tilted away to his left that allowed the left side of Erica’s skirt to drop and created enough space for him to withdraw his spent cock and manhandle it back into his trousers. As he slowly zipped again, muffled by the screech of steel on steel, he tilted to the right and allowed Erica’s skirt to drop on that side also.

Whilst her appearance was restored to respectability, her mental state was still somewhat charged and chaotic as she tried to process what had just happened. On a hot summer’s day, she had caught her train home as normal and she had allowed a complete stranger to finger and molest her until ultimately he had violated her most intimately with the very definition of a wham bang thank you ma’am. And yet, as yet, he hadn’t said thank you. For some reason, that was the part that irked her somewhat.

As she felt her panties soak up Mark’s semen, she was about to turn and face him, released as she was from having to press against him to save her modesty. Once more she looked into his eyes and melted and realised that he could have stripped her naked and bent her over the seats to roger her four ways from Sunday. Her studly invader could be forgiven anything.

“Thank you Erica, that was something very special. I’m glad that I bumped into you today. This is my stop but here’s my card because I really hope that we can bump into each other again sometime soon.” And with that, the train drew to a halt, the doors sighed open with a clunk and Mark was bustled into the throng that shuffled their way out.

The disgorged passengers created space and room on the train and Mark’s departure created a space inside Erica. Yes, she had been stuffed with manhood and now that it was gone, her womanhood was adjusting but she missed the thrill and illicitness of what had just happened. When and where and more importantly who was she going to replace it with.

She fingered the edge of the card in her hand before realising that it was there. Erica brought it to her face to read, “Mark Morrison – Investment Manager, Kings Bank”. Well, Mr Morrison, she thought, it would appear that your name  is really Mark and because Kings Bank was really well known and successful, if he was an investment manager for them, he was probably successful as well. He could have been a tea boy and she would have called him to see him again but if he was rich also? Well that was a very unexpected bonus. Perhaps she had found her prince. Next time she would kiss him and make sure that he didn’t turn back into a frog. 



Training Day



Training...

Sitting here at the house and my phone goes off with a text from my Daddy, all it says is that you are going to see just how much I trust you and if I meant it when I said I wanted to submit all my control to you, and that I had 30 minutes to be ready to be picked up for the night, I didn't need to bring any clothes with me either, the text said to wear the sundress you liked and nothing else. Chills crawl across my skin and my pussy clenches up as she starts to get wet in anticipation of what you might be thinking about doing to me and making me do for you Daddy, I can't wait to please you. 

After what feels like the longest 30 minutes of my life, I hear your truck pull up & I jump up, ready to run out and get in. I reach up to pull the handle and I jump slightly when I hear the door lock, a little confused, I try the door anyway. You roll the window down & tell me that I'm not allowed to ride up front, this trip I was to get in the backseat & ask no questions yet, just ride. My mind is racing but I keep quiet, I want to do just what my Daddy tells me. You reach into the backseat as we pull into the hotel, and hand me the key card and a bag and tell me, "Go to room # 202, put on what I have in the bag for you, and nothing else. Get on the bed on your hands and knees, and stay there until I get back." I get out and head to the room to get ready for you as you drive off. 

And now here I am 2 hours later on the bed like you told me, wearing only a mask, high heels, and a red leather collar that were in the bag you gave me. I stay just like I was told, on my hands and knees, waiting, and my mind racing trying to imagine what is coming, will I be able to take it, will you know that even if it hurts I want it Daddy, the idea of it and thinking about you spanking me & my ass being so sore that I can't sit down & seeing the bites and marks on my body days later has your pussy so wet I can feel it running down my thigh. I stay where you told me to be, waiting for you to come back & for your permission to move. 

Then I hear the door of the room and footsteps as you get closer and closer to the bed. Every muscle in my body goes taunt and waiting in silent expectation. Then just as I think I couldn't wait any longer, I feel the sudden sting of leather across my ass, I flinch and cry out involuntarily, then again, then the next sensation I feel is a tug and clip at my neck as I realize the swats must have been from my new leash. I already love when you pull on my hair while you bend me over and fuck me in the ass, all I can think for a moment is fuck I can't wait for you to control me with this around my neck. You walk closer to me and pull on it, your pussy gets wetter and you run your dick deep into my throat, I love sucking my dick Daddy and I love when you make me gag putting it so deep. And I keep taking it, getting wetter every time you run it deeper. And then you pull on it again, turn me over on my back and bite my nipples so hard they bleed, my back arches with the shock and pleasure of it and I almost can't hold back, I need to cum so bad, but when you see it, you tell me "No! I haven't told you that you could cum yet." 

I fight with myself to do as you tell me even though it leaves me gasping, I want to be obedient and do as you tell me. You back up, I can't see, because I'm still wearing the mask, but I feel you pull the leash as you tell me to get back on my hands and knees and to face the sound of your voice, and say "Now it's time to go over the rules..."

To be continued...



Training Day



I sat uncomfortably in the waiting room. I shifted my weight from one side to the next. The beautiful room was filled to capacity with gorgeous woman each studying the latest in high-fashion magazines and catalogs. Finally the woman behind the window called my name for my appointment. I was unsteady in my 4-inch heels and my blouse seemed unusually taut across my breasts. I think I was anxious to get the appointment over with, it had been a week since my last visit.

I followed the nurse back to the office, which is the same one I used the previous week. The exam room was quite unique, with rich papered walls, plush carpet and of course an exam table, right in the center. I was here for no ordinary exam, it was a training session. My high-profile husband was turning 40 and he wanted a special gift from me... backdoor sex. I had squirmed at the thought but I wanted to please him. My best friend told me about this group that specialized in discreet training in the sexual arts. My first 2 visits I was carefully fitted with a plug to enlarge my rectum by another "nurse" and now I was here to be upgraded and trained for my final phase. I can't say I wasn't nervous but I really wanted to please my husband. He had been away on business and was returning this evening.

The previous week the nurse had instructed me to bathe before my visit and to come well dressed to please. I was wearing a black pencil skirt, a sheer white silk blouse, stockings with garters, and thong panties. The panties were a challenge since I was still fitted in my second plug. It was difficult to sit at times but I knew it would be over soon.

As we entered the room a handsome "doctor" entered the room behind us. He was well dressed and had a crisp white lab topcoat. He was dark, very muscular and neatly groomed. As he brushed past me, my nostrils were filled with his scent. He took a seat in a plush chair at the head of the exam table and introduced himself as Mark. He said he was there to complete my training. He asked his assistant to help me disrobe. She set my purse to the floor and she went straight for my blouse buttons. Her long nails easily manipulated my buttons. I was self conscious and uneasy having him watch me undress. I could tell his eyes were pouring over me. My brow was moist with excitement and anticipation, although the room was warm and soothing in the dim light. At last the nurse slid my panties over my hips to the floor and I was nude except for my stockings, garters & heels.

He asked me to climb onto the table on my hands and knees and I did so nervously. He did not get up but still watched me from the chair. He told the nurse to remove the plug and she did so, to my great relief. He asked how long I had been in training and I told him 2 weeks. He said today would be my last training session and I would be ready for my husbands return tonight. In a calm voice he said we would taking several steps today to prepare myself including a warm enema, a close shave and an entry session. My head was in such a whirl from the removal of the plug I hardly heard a thing he said. He asked the nurse to start the enema. 

My head whirled around as I heard the sound of gloves being snapped into place on her hands. She was liberally applying lube to her fingers and she coolly stepped to my upturned bottom. She said I should lean forward onto my elbows. The next thing I knew a cold sensation slipped into my ass, filling me whole with a cool slick sensation. My body tingled with excitement as my ass filled with her lubed fingers, first one, then two. She removed them swiftly and replaced them with a cold slick tube that I had never felt before. I turned around to see on a tall wheeled pole with a large bottle of milky solution hanging from it. He coolly said it was warm soapy water and I would be accepting the full contents in my virgin ass. The bottle seemed huge and I doubted all that would fit. There was a warm rushing sensation filling my ass and my head exploded with excitement. I had never experienced an enema and having this introduced in front of strangers was exhilarating. The doctor was exceptionally handsome and the nurse was a stunner. She was tall and blonde and also beautifully dressed in form fitting scrubs that pulled tightly across her breasts and hips.

I watched the bottle slowly empty into my ass and felt my belly grow larger. I never thought I could hold that much liquid. I was relieved when the bottle was emptied the nurse lifted the bottle down off the pole and unscrewed the top. To my shock and horror she lifted another bottle and screwed the top on. As soon as she lifted the bottle above the table and onto the pole the contents once again rushed to fill my belly. He spoke to me calmly and said I should not worry and should accept the contents as a part of my training. Finally the second bottle was complete and I felt as though I would burst. The tube was slowly removed from my ass and the sensation was transferred to my pussy. My lips felt engorged and tingly. He told me to resist the temptation to release the contents and roll over onto my back. My head reeled and I concentrated on my every move. 

Once on my back the nurse helped me place my heels into the metal stirrups. I could see my full belly and felt the contents slosh about inside me. He said she would be shaving me so that I would be clean. I normally kept my bush neatly trimmed but I knew my husband would enjoy the sensation. The nurse applied clear oil to my bush with fresh tight fitting gloves. When she touched my swollen lips I shivered with excitement. The doctor had now stood up and walked around to view the session. In a calm voice once again asked me to resist the urge to empty my bowels. My mind was spinning with excitement with the new sensation of the enema, the nurse carefully slathering me with oil and being watched by this handsome professional. My breasts were taut with excitement and my nipples stood firm at attention. The nurse dragged the smooth razor over my bush in even strokes but her long fingers brushed my lips with every pass. At the end she carefully wiped me down with warm compresses to remove the oil and then dusted me with perfumed powder. I could feel his eyes upon me the entire time. I bit my lips in anticipation. She lifted my legs off the stirrups and helped me to my feet. He told me I could go to the bathroom to relieve myself. The adjoining door was close and I hurried in to empty the warm contents. Just as I sat, I released my muscles and a flood of liquid rushed out. My headed exploded in delight as I emptied myself.

I returned to the exam room much relieved but came to find both the nurse and doctor disrobed. I was shocked to find I wore the most clothing in the room. The nurse's hair was long and thin down her back and the doctor was more handsome than I thought. I was embarrassed but she stepped up to me with warm hands and caressed my body. She lifted her hands behind my head and removed the clip from my hair and it spilled down my back. The doctor said I did a wonderful job but said my husband insisted I be more prepared. I backed up as I tried to comprehend what he just said. Both of his hands encircled my body as he lifted me onto the table. He gently lay me back as his nurse smoothed her hands over my body, paying particular attention to my breasts and hard nipples. She drew careful circles around them, again and again. My head was on fire with excitement and he placed my heels back into the stirrups. The clicking of my heels against the metal stirrups kept my wit sharp. She began to kiss me, first on my soft breasts then working her way to my neck and lips. It seemed foreign but exciting too. I had 2 stranger's hands all over my body obviously preparing me for a sexual experience beyond my wildest dreams. This was supposed to be my husband's birthday but I was getting all the gifts.

She continued to kiss me with full wet lips. I enjoyed this woman and all she had to offer and then I felt my body surge as he slid his firm fingers inside my very wet pussy. My head rushed with excitement as she deeply kissed me and he ravished my hot box with his thick fingers. He then traded his fingers with his tongue and my body bucked. I pushed hard against the stirrups with my heels as he dug his tongue deeper and deeper. The sensation crept up calves and through my thighs and I knew I was cumming. No scream could escape my lips as she kissed me deeply. His hands braced my thighs as he swirled his tongue deep inside me. I arched my back to answer his pressure on my raging box.

As my orgasm subsided I could feel him climbing onto the table between my legs. He smoothly said I had been a good girl but needed more training. I released my heels and pulled him in to me slowly. His prick was bigger that I had ever had and I was hot for it to be buried inside me. He lifted my hips and guided his long pole inside my dripping crevasse. He took long deep strokes against my pussy, again and again. All the while the nurse was dutifully treating my breasts to a warm tongue bath all over. I surely was in heaven.

The doctor mounted me hard, taking deep long strokes and I was only seconds away from another orgasm. As he took his final strokes his nurse took a position at the bottom of the table and slowly inserted a finger into my ass. He told me to relax and press against her finger. It was mind blowing already to have 2 people working me over, but to have her in my ass and he in my dripping cunt was fabulous. He slowed his strokes to slow my progress and then she inserted another finger and then another. I was shuddering all over as I burst into another orgasm. My head was rushing with wild excitement.

I could feel him slowly withdrawing as I came down off my high. He quickly manipulated my hips with his hands and turned me over on my belly. He told me to get on my knees and elbows. He climbed onto the table spat on his hand. He used his spit to lube my ass. I knew this was culmination of my training and I was truly raw with excitement. He inserted his own finger into my ass and said I was ready. He slid the finger out and I could feel the head of his cock against my ass. The nurse told me to relax and to push against him as he entered. It didn't make sense but I knew they knew what to do. He slipped in the knob of his cock head in to my trained ass and I jerked my head. She cooed in my ear that I could do "this" and urged me to relax again. He waited briefly and he firmly grabbed my hips and started to push. I was in heaven as the thick cock, still slick with my own cunt juices inched its way inside me. I could hear him grunting behind me. Finally I had taken every hard inch and he began to plow me from behind taking short strokes first and then longer ones. I could feel my belly filling with every stroke of his hard cock. His breathing was labored and he gripped my hips harder. I felt his body shudder as he emptied his load inside me. She smoothed my hair from my face and congratulated me. She told me I was ready as he slid his limp cock out of me. I collapsed on the table and thanked them both under my breath. 

Before I knew it she was helping me clean up and get dressed. He slipped out and I never saw him again that day. She said to meet her at the desk when I was ready, that she had something for me. I slowly put myself back together and exited the room. When I saw her at the desk she was neat and put together. She handed me a black DVD case and said she thought I would enjoy a taping of our session later. As I got to the door she called another appointment to the desk, another beautiful woman, here for her training session. I knew I would be back for one of my own, no doubt.



Training Day at the Ladies Club



 [Reading my story, "Toilet Training Elizabeth", will provide some useful background for this story. Those who do not wish to read about bodily functions should read no further. All the characters are over 18 years of age.]




After her presentation to the Ladies Club on How to Toilet Train Your 25-Year-Old, during which Kendall humiliated her 25-year-old bank executive daughter Elizabeth, the program committee of the Ladies Club asked her if she would be willing to conduct a training session for members who wished to emulate her techniques in dominating their own grown daughters or daughters-in-law.

Kendall, only a few years older than Elizabeth, was a very assured wealthy woman, married to a Texas financier and with her own sizeable inheritance. She was a natural dominant, having gotten her own way since childhood, first from her parents who doted on her, and then from her husband, who enjoyed the hot sex the couple had.

She had raised her son Donald to follow her orders and when he married, she at first wanted her new daughter, Elizabeth, to assume responsibility for controlling Donald. Elizabeth, she soon realized, was more interested in advancing her own business career at a major bank than in making use of the paddle Kendall had given her to use on Donald.

Accordingly, Kendall had decided to train Elizabeth as another sub in her house, and increased the young woman's humiliation by placing Kendall's daughter, Sally, who was only 21, in a superior position to Elizabeth. Now, Sally was able to order her sister around, making Elizabeth lower her panties to be inspected and yes, spanked, by the much more assertive Sally.

Elizabeth now suffered when she came home, as she and Donald continued to live with his parents, for Sally might be entertaining her friends, all of whom enjoyed seeing her discipline her 25-year-old shapely sister while they watched. Sally had learned from her mother and now made Elizabeth use a wooden child's potty in the living room in front of Sally's friends when the young executive woman needed to move her bowels or empty her bladder.

Finally, the day of the Ladies Club training arrived, and Elizabeth accompanied her dominant mother, thinking that however much she would be humiliated; she would have plenty of company this time. After a lovely lunch, the two women walked to the podium, Kendall in her short white leather skirt, radiant blue top, and emblematic short white boots, while Elizabeth wore her standard-issue grey pinstriped suit in which she was invariably attired at the bank.

Kendall took the lavaliere microphone and started her presentation: "Last time, ladies, we were pleased to demonstrate to you how you might train your 25-year-old daughter or daughter in the way I have taught Beth here to mind me and to submit to my disciplining.

"Today, we see a smaller but probably more dedicated segment of our membership, each lady accompanied by a daughter or daughter who is Beth's age, and who I am sure will benefit from your imposing the kind of intimate discipline which I demonstrated to you last time," she went on.

She then invited one sultry brunette, Amanda, to come up to the podium with her daughter, Andrea. It was clear that Andrea was no happier than Elizabeth had been to be shamed in front of these rich women.

"Now, my dear Amanda, have you been having problems with Andrea of the kind I discussed having to deal with concerning Beth?" Kendall asked in a soft tone.

"Well, Kendall," Amanda smiled, "Andrea doesn't leave stains in her undies, I'm glad to say" which of course referred to Kendall's humiliating display of Beth's soiled panties which exuded both sight and smell of her bodily functions, as the whole audience could readily view the yellow, brown, and red streaks in the pink panties Kendall had held up.

"But Andrea seems to have developed a naughty habit of talking back to me, so I decided that some of the discipline you recommended might be in order, especially if it is done right here with all my friends and their girls to see," Amanda added.

"Very well," Kendall responded, seeing Andrea make a decided pout as her mother spoke. "Amanda, I can see that she thinks she is too old for this kind of punishment, but we will show her she is not."

Then Kendall invited Amanda to sit in the large armless chair she had placed in the center of the podium and told Andrea sharply to stand next to her. It was clear that Andrea now was coming to realize that she was in for a very unhappy time here.

"Now, Amanda, tell her very bluntly how you want her. Have her lift her skirt and you may wish to lower her panties yourself," Kendall suggested.

Amanda indeed in a quiet voice told Andrea to lift up her tweed skirt—Andrea was a schoolteacher so she tended to wear less formal but proper outfits—and to bend over so Amanda could lower her panties.

Andrea began to whimper as she bent over and felt her mother put her thumbs in the waistband of the young woman's pretty lime panties and pull them down almost to her ankles. She bent to look at the panty crotch and saw it was clean, telling the audience that there were no observable stains.

Kendall then announced that Amanda might wish to inspect her daughter's intimate areas for cleanliness before beginning the punishment. No one could see Andrea's face but it likely had reddened in advance of the spanking that would make her bottom cheeks crimson soon.

Amanda smiled and rather roughly placed her hand between her daughter's tightly-closed thighs so that the girl knew she had to move them apart. Then she moved her hand so that the audience could see it probe between Andrea's now-spread legs and feel right through them along her labia.

"Yes, Kendall, she's already wet," Amanda announced, as she moved her index finger to press into her daughter's most private place, her crinkly little anal rosette. 

Amanda removed her finger and saw that there was a prominent brown smudge along her fingernail. 

"I think my little girl here will soon need to make a doody, Kendall," Amanda said with a bit of a lilt in her voice as he daughter's face turned bright red.

"Well, let's have her wait until you finish spanking her," Kendall chimed in.

"Yes, I'm quite annoyed at her for coming here with me not having made sure she would be clean back there," Amanda stated.

Then she began using her large palm to spank Andrea, all over her bottom cheeks with increasing power. Andrea resisted crying out but finally broke down as sobs emanated from her while Amanda kept on spanking the big bottom.

"Now are you read to do a poop?" Amanda asked her as if she were a small child.

Andrea realized that the finger and the excitement had stimulated her system so she sadly replied, "Yes, mother, I really do need to do #2 now."

Kendall motioned to Elizabeth who went behind the podium to retrieve the large wooden child's potty. Then Kendall commented to the ladies, "It really makes an impression when you require your little girl to do her business like a small child and in front of everyone. It also gives you the opportunity to supervise her wiping to make sure she cleans herself properly."

Elizabeth set the potty down right in front of the women on the podium and Amanda calmly ordered, "Andrea, sit on that potty and do your business right now."

The shamed Andrea took a deep breath, happy that the spanking was over and wanting to rub her tortured bottom, but horrified that she would now have to move her bowels in front of this audience.

She sat on the potty as the audience gazed at her neatly trimmed triangle of golden pubic hair which in its lightness did nothing to conceal Andrea's luscious lower lips and pink vulval flesh. Then her face reddened some more as she spread her cheeks on the seat and emitted a few crackling most unladylike farts. 

After what seemed to her like ages, she felt the poop move down in her rectum and slide right out of her anus into the potty. She was at least happy she had not had to obviously strain or deal with a wide turd getting stuck in her anal opening.

"Turn round and squat over the potty with your rear facing out and lift up so I may wipe you," Amanda directed her totally-abashed daughter now. Positioning Andrea this way allowed the ladies to see her anal crack both before and after it would be wiped clean by her mother. Amanda took a few sheets from the toilet roll on the podium stand and wiped her daughter's anal crack, showing the audience the soiled tissue with dark brown marks on it before dropping the toilet paper in the potty.

"I think you are clean enough now," Amanda concluded, "so stand up and pull up your pants." Kendall whispered into Amanda's ear now.

Smiling, Amanda then ordered her daughter to remove her blouse. Andrea was surprised by this added humiliation, as her matching lime bra was now exposed to everyone.

"You will now remove your bra and hand it to me," Amanda ordered rather offhandedly. 

This pushed Andrea over the line and she whined,"Oh mom, do I have to do this?" She hated the idea of all the women staring at her rather prominent 34C breasts.

Kendall again whispered some advice to Amanda, who responded, very calmly to surprise her daughter, "Very well, Andrea. It appears you need more disciplining. This time you will lower your panties for the cane."

Andrea now was shocked at what she was in for. She was so frightened that she unhooked her bra and hurriedly handed it to Amanda, who took it but indicated that Andrea would still be made to submit to the added humiliating punishment.

Amanda told her to bend over the chair and Kendall handed her a small, nasty-looking yellow cane. While Amanda seemed to be unfamiliar with caning technique, she stepped to the side of her daughter, whose bottom was still quite red, and flicked the little cane twice on the bare bottom.

Andrea could not hold back from emitting soft groans and cries at each stroke. Her mother was annoyed at her talking back so she flicked the cane three more times and saw the thin red tramlines appear.

"Now pull up your panties, put your blouse back on, and sit down before I decide you need to be punished still more," her mother commanded. 

The humiliated Andrea did as she was told and rejoined the group on the couch.

"Thank you so much, Amanda and Andrea," Kendall gushed. "I might add that you have seen that making your girl remove her bra is a delightfully effective additional humiliation. If your little girl resists or whines like Andrea here did, you might remind her that bras are for big girls, not little ones who need spankings.

"Now ladies," she went on, "it's time for each of you to have your daughters or daughters submit to being inspected and then disciplined. You all have been given for use now and for as long as you need them, a pair of plastic gloves, a small paddle, a brown oiled punishment strap, and a small thin cane."

"Girls," she said in a loud voice, "stand up, lift your skirts and pull those panties down and bend over for your mothers or mothers to inspect your bottoms and pussies."

The women in the audience stood up and each daughter or daughter followed Kendall's instructions so skirts were lifted (all attendees had been instructed to wear skirts and not pants), panties were lowered, and a roomful of bare bottoms were bent over chairs at each table.

"Tell your girl to hold her bottom cheeks apart for inspection," Kendall announced over the microphone. "Put on the gloves and visually inspect her rear and then insert your index finger into her bottom-hole and move it around in there. When you then remove it, look at your gloved finger carefully to see if your girl had any naughty bits of poo or tissue that show."

She waited now to allow the ladies to conduct the terribly humiliating anal probe and inspection.

"Would those of you who found something in your daughter's or daughter's anal passage please raise your hands?" Kendall asked.

"About one-half of the ladies raised their hands.

"Hmm," Kendall commented. "I think these little girls are learning that they need to focus on keeping themselves clean back there, inside and out. In future, they will now like my Elizabeth does, give themselves a small enema before they are ready for inspection."

She then invited all the ladies who raised their hands to bring their girls to the front.

The women now were told to have their girls bend over a long bench, with their bottoms spread and facing the audience. So about 20 girlish bottoms now were exposed to the group.

"You will find a small pail under the bench where you are standing," Kendall advised. "Take out the enema bulb, which has been filled with water, and insert it in the girl's bottom and press it to expel the water into her," Kendall instructed.

"Girls," she now said in a very commanding tone, "you will retain this little enema until I give the order permitting you to expel. When I do, you will squat over the pail and allow the water to be expelled from your naughty bottoms."

There were many groans but all halted when Kendall added, loudly, "Any girl whom I catch making noise like that will get a caning while she is retaining the enema." This scary prospect appeared to quiet the group quickly.

As the girls concentrated on retaining their enemas and avoiding the extreme humiliation of losing control and all the ladies see their shameful failure as the turgid water splashed from their anuses, Kendall watched as one girl seemed to be having trouble holding it in.

"You better keep focusing on retaining the infusion," Kendall snapped to the shamed girl.

Finally, after telling the dominant mothers and mothers to place the pails behind their girls, she gave the order for the latter to squat and expel.

There were characteristic sounds of water splashing into the pails, along with some plops from those girls whose expulsion contained some pieces of shit.

"Now, ladies," Kendall said, "take some tissue and wipe your girl's bottom nice and clean, and you may put some talcum on her little botty if you wish. Elizabeth will now come by and you may select either a small package of talcum, or if you feel your girl has been naughty, keep your gloves on and you may take a packet of nettles. You will use these by opening the packet—make sure only to touch them with our gloves—and place the nettles in the crotch of your misbehaving daughter's or daughter's panties and have her pull them up. I'm sure that this administration will produce better behavior.'

Elizabeth duly walked down the podium past the ladies, offering either the packets of talcum or nettles. Only two or three women selected the nettles and carefully opened the packets and placed the contents in the crotch of the girls' panties and told them to pull them up nice and tight.

Now Kendall thanked all the women who participated in the inspection and asked them to go back to their tables.

"It's time now for spankings," she said with a gleeful lilt in her voice. "Each lady should have her girl lift her skirt again and get across the maternal lap for a good old-fashioned bottom-smacking. Those girls with nettles in their pants will get to keep their panties up but I suggest each of the rest of you have your girl lift up her hips so you may lower her undies."

"It is important to make this a ceremony," Kendall commented as the girls moved across the laps of the ladies who brought them to the luncheon. "Each girl needs to realize that her panties are being lowered for a childish spanking—and, of course, once panties are down, she should know that if she acts up, her bottom may feel the cane as well. You may also decide she needs or her misbehavior requires you to add on some refinements," Kendall smilingly announced.

"When my Elizabeth resists in any way or acts up while her panties are being lowered or are down, she knows she will be in for some major punishment," Kendall declared. "So you may select from several options—you might put the nettles in her panties or tell her that she will be having them there. This is effective but it will take some time for her to feel the sting so you may want to use more immediate sanctions first. 

"This can range from an enema or insertion of a ginger fig," she went on. "The fig is a stick of raw finger with the outer skin removed. You carefully insert this anally with enough protruding so you can grasp it to adjust it or remove it. After it is in her anus for a bit, she will feel the stinging that the juices released will cause.

"I also sometimes find that the martinet is helpful in this kind of situation," Kendall advised. She held up the small-handled implement with its nasty-looking leather strings. "This may be applied to her bottom and if you aim at the crack, some naughty girls will feel a string or two go between her legs and strike her in a remarkably sensitive place," Kendall grinned and chuckled so all could appreciate her enjoyment of the imposition of a stroke on a girl's vulva.

"So go ahead and now and give your girl a nice spanking so she understands she is being trained to be obedient," Kendall said. "You of course may decide how much to spank but it usually is good to see a nice rosy bottom."

Now the room was filled with the unmistakable sounds of palms striking bottoms.

As the sound started to diminish, Kendall once again took the microphone in hand. "We will now distribute to you each two pairs of special panties you may use in training our girls. One is a pair of very small little girl panties with ducks on them that you may have her wear to make her realize she is being treated like a child. Another is a pair of control panties, like Spanx, that have a little fastener that you may use to keep her in them. It is positioned so you will have to release the catch for her to lower the panties. This will serve to make her understand that you will decide when she will be allowed to perform her bodily functions. 

"Lastly," she added, "we are giving you a nice comfy diaper that you may use if you feel she has misbehaved so as to need this to remind her that she may lose all toilet privileges. You will of course need to purchase some more diapers if you wish to put her in diapers so you will be able to change her when she soils them. It is advisable to change her fairly soon so no diaper rash occurs. However, you should let her stay in the messy diaper for at least a few minutes so she can experience the shame of having to use her diaper for excretion."

Kendall asked Elizabeth to stand next to her, along with Amanda and Andrea. The two younger women were still red-faced from the humiliations they had incurred but were pleased that the program was close to ending.

"We really do hope that this has been educational and useful to all of you," Kendall said by way of concluding. "I expect that we will be finding that our households are far more respectful and we are receiving the regard from these young women that we deserve. And you know that I am available for personal consultation and, if you feel it is needed, you may arrange for me to provide some individual instruction at my home or yours." 



Training Day: Brandon's Family



TRAINING DAY: Leah and Brandon

I left the farm that night, less than eager to return home and solidify my alibi. The understanding that I had with the Head Detective only went so far, and I wasn't sure if I had crossed the border on this one. Detective Jameson enjoyed visiting my little farm every now and again to visit Molly; Molly was a trouble maker who'd run away from home, got stuck on drugs, and had turned to prostitution. I had received a phone call from Clyde, one of my guards, telling me about this gorgeous run down woman looking for an easy meal, and so we told her what we had to offer. She jumped at the opportunity. Three square meals, a warm bed, and all she had to do was sleep with some people? Even better, people who were guaranteed to be clean and disease free; Molly couldn't believe her luck when I brought her here. Molly was the first girl I'd allowed to choose her niche. She told me something I hadn't expected; she was a hermaphrodite. At first I was a little taken back, I didn't have a man/woman of the type yet, and it was definitely a rare niche; I had girls for Pony Play, and rooms set up for Bondage and Abuse, I specialized in the taboo, but I'd never met anyone with both sets of genitalia, I was intrigued. 

The detective came around looking one night, having followed Clyde here about two days after we'd gotten Molly. He told me that we'd stolen his favorite girl, and that he was going to arrest us all and book us for prostitution. I was scared that day that I would lose everything, but I'd offered him a deal he couldn't pass up. The detective had strange appetites too, much like Molly, which explains why he favored her; he enjoyed the play almost as much as she did.

The deal was, he could have Molly as often as he liked, and I would supply a variety of toys and costumes for his and her pleasure, he just had to turn a blind eye to my operations. The detective pretended to be disgusted at first, at least until I brought him to Molly's stall. As soon as the man in the badge saw his girl sucking off another man while being pounded by a gorgeous woman wearing a strap-on, the whole time she was fondling her own cock, he agreed, and we made a bargain. He could have Molly here, whenever he chose to, and I wouldn't tell the town his little secret. He never bothered to ask where I got my girls and I never really told him. I'm hoping he doesn't figure this one out. Though, considering I've never taken girls from our small little town before, I don't think I'd be his first suspect.

I sighed, except that I'd been the last one to see her, and everyone knew about the photos. As I drove the long way home, so as to appear to be arriving from a different compass point in case the law did see me, I thought of who I could use as my alibi. I wish I knew who had come to the door that night, and what was said, I could frame them, or at least create a red herring until the trail went cold.

Leah could help with the alibi, but it would be a weak story, "Yeah, I spent the night watching movies with my sister." I doubted that would hold for long. Leah might have some ideas, she might have see who had visited if she'd been waiting nearby, but then again, she was the cautious one who never liked to be seen when things went down. People trusted her almost immediately upon meeting her and she was careful to keep her reputation clean so it stayed that way, definitely a bonus. I finally made it home and after the long drive was fairly tired. I didn't have school until tomorrow, and needed to keep up appearances, so I couldn't just start skipping class to be with my new favorite girl. I felt my cock twitch and harden a little when I thought of Rebekah, how hot her mouth was, how she writhed and moaned while Joe, Morgan, and I sated ourselves with her amazing body, how she moaned when we electrocuted her, or whipped her. 

I adjusted myself as I stood from the car and closed the garage behind me. When I stepped into the kitchen I saw my mother wearing nothing but an apron, cooking dinner. I kissed her cheek, grabbing her tight ass as I did, then dropped a quick kiss on her long neck, "Evening mom."

"Hey honey, dinner will be ready soon, Leah's with dad. How was your weekend so far?" She grinned, purring as she rubbed her shapely form against me. 

She grabbed my hand as she spoke to me and placed it in the hot spot between her legs. "Weekend's been good so far, my new girl loves her new job. Anyone been by or called for me?" I drove two fingers into her already wet canal and stroked her slowly. She leaned away from me and bent back over the sink and I increased the rhythm of my fingers, using my thumb to flick at her clit. The moan I received for my work made me cock harden fast. To most, this would seem a strange family, but I was raised young in the world of eroticism and sex. It was normal for me to wake up and come downstairs for breakfast to find dad pounding away at Uncle Jimmie while Jimmie got a blowjob from mom. The first time I'd seen it all happening I'd been six. I hadn't been allowed to join in until I was thirteen. Leah was brought into the fold when she was ten, having been one of the rare girls to get her period early; my family felt that she was a woman the day her bleeding happened, so she began her training at ten. 

I knelt down and pulled one of mom's legs over my shoulder and started licking at the juices running down her leg. She was sweet and sticky, like oranges maybe, and so very willing. I replaced my fingers with my tongue and licked up from her dripping hole to the sweet nub that made her cry out. Tracing the path over and over, sometimes nipping slightly at her pleasure bud, until her knees grew weak and she moaned deep as he body shuddered against my mouth. I suckled on her lower lips while the sticky wetness flowed from her swollen pussy. 

As the quivering let up she turned around and leaned her forearms against the counter, curved her lower back, and wiggled her perfect ass at me. I slapped the smooth skin hard before I dropped my pants and teased her wet crack with the head of my dick. She moaned again and wiggled back against me. I slapped her ass cheeks and pinched her thighs as a delightful punishment for rushing me before I slowly pushed my length into her tight, wet, warm, welcoming pussy. I rode her soft for a while, enjoying the feel of her well trained muscles gripping my staff. I enjoyed the slow ride for a few minutes, driving her crazy, making her want it more and more. Mom was used to hard, fast rides, with brutal orgasms that left her breathless. This gentle teasing was not something she was used to. With that in mind I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back hard as I slammed into her, pressing her chest against the counter and holding her head back at an awkward angle I continued a punishing rhythm that had her hips pressed against the counter edge with a bruising pressure.

Using my free hand I grabbed the small vibrator that she kept in the kitchen cabinet next to the silverware and flicked on the little battery powered machine. Grabbing her hips to lift her ass I pushed my hand around her waist and held the instrument between them, against her clit, and slammed my length hard into her body. 

She began to tremble, gripping the counter top to hold her up as I held the vibrator against her tender flesh and beat into her. I felt her cum hard, the muscles in her canal gripping me tight as she tried to milk me into her. I continued to hold the little toy against her as I pulled out, extending her climax, while I used her own fluid to lubricate her ass. 

I pressed my cock against the pucker of her rear and received immediate entrance. The muscle barely fought my entrance, and I could still feel her body trying to clench around mine. The little vibrator still held tightly against her very sensitive nub kept the tremors rippling through her and caused her to cum again, squirting a small puddle down her thighs and onto the floor. I pushed against her ass and rode her hard, as she liked it, until I too was ready to come, and let my hot seed spill into her tight ass. The pulsing of my cock, the mixing of my seed and her juices as they flowed down her legs, made me twitch again and I felt more sperm shoot from my shaft. 

Chest heaving my mother glanced over her shoulder and winked at me, "I haven't been ridden that hard since your Aunt Tonya brought her big blue toy over. Thanks baby boy, I so needed that." I stepped out of my pants and stripped off my shirt and headed for the bathroom after patting mom's ass gently. I wanted a shower and I wanted to go to bed. I hadn't slept much, preparing Rebekah for her client, making the farm house ready for her stay, finding her a couple of clients to break her in. All of that work, so little time to sleep.

I turned the corner to head up the stairs and glanced into pop's office, he was laying across his desk, knees dangling over the edge with my sister riding his hips like a young bronco that doesn't want to be broken in. She was a beauty. All hips and breasts, great thighs and an ass that just begged for attention; even after the work out with my mom I felt my cock hop back to life, how could I say no. 

I stepped into the room quietly, working my hand on my shaft as I approached, still lubricated from moms cum and my own. As Leah leaned over dad to start her fast ride I grabbed her hips and received a pleasant moan as she felt me press against her ass, "Not there today brother, I want to try something new."

I was a little intrigued, and waited while she rearranged herself into a rear-cowgirl position and sank hard onto my dad's thick cock, he scooted down so his ass was at the edge of the desk and my sister's pussy was at waist level to me. "Put it in, I want to ride both of you."

This was something I'd never done, I've had Leah before, many times, I can't get enough of her, but I've never shared her pussy with another cock before. I grabbed the lube bottle and spread some over the head of my cock before angling to press into her. It was tight, and I thought I was going to tear her, but she was so ready for the invasion. After a slow insertion I was nearly up to my balls inside her, my staff rubbing against my father's inside of her hot vagina. The pressure was intense, almost painful when she started to move, but her muscles stretched to accommodate the huge invasion and she went crazy. I leaned over her and started to pump against her, short even strokes that had the three of us moaning together. 

I felt my sister cum, shortly after we started moving; this was a treat for her. My father and I began a rhythm that soon brought all of us to climax, our cocks pressed tightly against each other encased in the silk of her female core, the pleasure-pain of this experience was beyond what I'd imagined and I couldn't wait to try it with my newest pet. 

As my father and I came hard almost together in timing, my sister collapsed, worn out from her multiple orgasm experience, her body tired and spent. 

I carefully pulled free of the pleasure trap and lifted my sister from my dad. Cradling her in my arms I nodded at my father and carried her upstairs and laid her in the bath. I tested the water, careful not to burn her, before stepping in and turning on the spray. I slowly moved out of the way so a few spurts trailed from her hair, down her next and over her breasts. She woke up with a sensual stretch and smiled up at me, "That was amazing, I'm going to be sore for a week I swear it!"

I couldn't help but chuckle, she was so innocent in appearance, but she was such a little whore. She loved sex, all kinds of sex, except for extreme bondage, she couldn't handle the whips and shocks and needles. It was alright though; I had plenty of fun with her in so many other ways. I turned and cleaned off with soap that smelled like cinnamon and clove, making sure to clean my genitals with great care. When I turned back to rinse my back and shampoo my hair Leah was waiting, mouth open and tongue ready to capture my soft member. 

With her expert touch I was ready in no time, super sensitive from the two sessions, and from the pressure on the second I experienced a nearly instant orgasm as she scraped her teeth over the head and squeezed my balls in her hand. 

I grabbed the back of her head and forced my way into her tight hot mouth and down her throat, shooting my seed for her to swallow. She suckled hard until I thought I was empty. She stood, turned against me, and let me wash her. After rinsing away the soap I lie back in the tub and let the water crash over us as she sat on my face. The sweet perfume of her arousal had my tired cock jumping, but it couldn't manage to stand again. I was okay with that, I had her locked on my mouth, licking her sweet folds, fondling her pleasure button, fingers rocking in and out of her ass. Mmm, she was tasty. All sweet nectar and heat. I slapped her ass hard and bit down on her clit as I plunged two fingers deep into her ass, and teased her other entrance with my finger tips. Leah started rocking against the onslaught of my hands and mouth, her pleasure building slowly, her body over stimulated already making my job so much easier. 

She came hard when I reached up to pinch her hard nipple and slammed my fingers into her ass. She rode the wave, pressing against my mouth and nose, her ass gripping my fingers as her body shuddered again.

When she was done she slid down my body, and we just lay together with the water running over us. After about fifteen minutes I helped her up, turned off the water and we went to bed. We shared a room, though we had separate beds, but she crawled into mine with me. Her fingers traced tangled lines over my stomach and chest as I began to doze off. I'd handle Det. Jameson later. Right now my body was exhausted, and I needed to recuperate. 



Training Day Ch. 01



I had finally grown sick of her shit. I didn't doubt that Stacy loved me, but she had grown much more fond of what I could do for her than anything else. It was not as if she did not know who I was or my personality, but it seemed like she constantly wanted to make life as difficult as possible. Even though I worked hard, made very good money, supported her in all of her endeavours, she always seemed to have something to complain about. Through it all though, I loved her, and didn't want to lose her. As such, it seemed as if only daring measures would bring some peace to our lives.

The thing that bothered me most was that she brazenly used her body to extract more from me. When she wanted to spend a few hundred dollars of my hard-earned money, she would be wet, open and available for anything. But, let me be the initiator or she be unhappy about something, then I would be painfully rationed.

To stem my rapidly draining bank account, and perhaps gain the upper hand in a relationship that I desperately wanted but could not have, I took drastic measures. I called my accountant, and had her bank accounts frozen. She had been vacationing in Jamaica at an all-inclusive resort by herself, while I toiled away at work. I knew she had enough money to cover getting back home from the airport, but she would have nothing more.

Her entry was not surprising. She tried to go shopping when she got back, and was terribly embarrassed at Macy's when she presented over $1200 worth of clothes, and was politely told that her credit card was declined. Stacy was in a rage when she came home. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Where is my money?" She screamed, slamming her two suitcases down on the floor in the entry way to the home that I had built for her when we first married. "I went to pick up some things and my fucking card was declined!! Where is the money?"

I was cool as a cucumber, as I sat in my recliner in the Armani suit that I reserved only for board meetings, calmly sipping a whiskey sour. I set it down on the end table and said, "Your money has been spent."

"What the FUCK are you talking about?" she exclaimed in her usual foul tone.

She had not even noticed Rafale standing calmly by the curtains.

His French accent was heavy, "Pardon me, mademoiselle. Your money has been spent on my services." Rafale was a striking figure. Very slight in build, tall, with a jet black ponytail, and impeccably dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe.

"And who the hell are you? " she replied, walking towards him, almost stomping to emphasize the sound her heels made on the marble floor, as if to express her dominance. She stopped at arms length from him, when his hand lashed out, and grasped her slender neck.

"My name is Rafale, mademoiselle. I see from your behavior that James was right in seeking me. You are, what do you Americans say a 'bitch.' " His grip on her neck was firm, but not overly constricting to the point of being painful.

I could see the rage in Stacy's eyes when she turned towards me. "Get up off your ass you worthless piece of shit!! How dare you let him talk to me like that! You better get this grubby little Frenchman's hands off of m....."

Her words trailed off into the vaulted ceilings of Stacy's mansion, coupled with the stinging clap of Rafale's hand slapping her cheek. I admit I winced at seeing my beloved Stacy being struck in such a manner, but I kept my seat. Tears were running down her face at the force of the blow, and I could see the reddening of her cheek moments after.

"Mademoiselle," said Rafale calmly. "James has paid me the healthy sum of 20 thousand US dollars to correct your abhorrent behavior and I will not accept you addressing him in such a fashion." Rafale turned, holding tightly to Stacy's neck and guiding her head, to survey the high ceilings, the expensive imported furnishings, plush rugs, and the evening sunlight peering through large plate glass windows. All things that Stacy had demanded at my expense as a condition of her love. 

"20 grand you cocksucker? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

The second slap resonated even louder than the first. Stacy's cheek was a bright, angry red as he loosed his grip, and dropped her to the floor, one of her heels sliding away across the floor. I gripped the sides of my chair, as the pain of seeing my love hurt so ripped into my soul. But I knew that it was for the best, and I did nothing. Even through her sobbing eyes looking up at me, I did nothing.

Rafale smiled at me. "You have done well Monsieur James. I am sure that you will make a fine Master to this little bitch. Others have caved even this early on."

I looked at Stacy and saw her all too familiar rage flash for a moment, and then she went back to her quieting sobs.

"Monsieur, " he continued, "I am ready to take her, but I have one question for you." 

I rose from my chair as I prepared to say goodbye to Stacy. "Yes, what is that?"

Rafale grabbed Stacy briskly from the floor by a handful of her dress, her gasping limply as he held her aloft. "Do you wish for me to address her as her given name, Stacy, or by my preference, as bitch as she has so deftly proven herself to be?"

Stacy raised her head at me with pleading eyes, mascara running down her face in dark ugly streaks, literally begging me to do something to call this off.

"Bitch will work fine for now," I said, staring at her. "I might decide to call her Stacy again some day, but not today."

Rafale smirked again. "So it is done." Rafale glanced at his watch. "Monsieur, I will take her now. All of her things must remain here, including her clothes, so you may not wish to witness her departure. She will be ready for you to retrieve her in 7 days."

"That will be fine." I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I had intensely researched Rafale. I knew what she would endure, hence the high price for his service. But I had also heard of what he could accomplish. "I'm going to go upstairs, I don't need to watch."

As I walked up the stairs, I heard the rip of her $1000 dress as he tore it from her body. I couldn't resist one last backwards glance as I walked, a last glance of my old, beautiful, mean Stacy. There was a flash of anger as I saw that she hadn't even bothered to wear panties, her naked body skidding across the floor as he held her by one hand to the waiting car outside.

Stacy cried the entire way to Rafale's home, an almost pretentious manor around 30 miles away, nestled in a tree lined valley. There was a light mist falling on the windows of the car, and they mirrored Stacy's tears as she sat curled in a naked ball in the back seat of the car, the leather seat of the late model Mercedes providing her a stinging reminder of the life that she might not ever have again. She had no money, no clothes, no anything but herself. She would have to earn it back. But only with her compliance could she do that. Unless, she thought, she could figure out a way to escape. Then she could exact her revenge on that bastard James, and this Rafale character. But, as Rafale had called her earlier, she was a bitch that never really had learned any skills that might do her any good to get herself out of this situation. Stacy shut her eyes and tried to close out everything.

She was successful at that, until she heard the car door nearest to her open, and a hand grasp her wrist. But it was not the rough hand of a man, but the soft, soothing hand of a woman. It was so firm, yet soothing at the same time. She forced her eyes open just enough to see the reddish brown skin of a beautiful, round Indian woman holding onto her, pulling her from the car. Stacy had not even heard the sharp sound of gold locks clinking against the shiny steel cuffs and anklets circling her ankles and wrists. When she finally realized, she became a little frightened at at the sight, the knowledge that this graceful, beautiful woman was bound to whomever held the key to those locks. Stacy heard another door slam, and the jerk of the woman became violently strong, yanking Stacy from the car and onto the concrete. Stacy cried out as the hard ground abraded her skin, made so soft from years of pampering and luxury. She could only manage a glance sideways as she saw the woman kneeling as Stacy laid there in a naked, disheveled heap. She could barely see the tips of her toes peeking out from beneath the rich, thick red and gold embroidered dress that she wore, her feet crossed. Her hands, all ten fingers adorned with silver rings were, neatly crossed hand over hand in her lap. Stacy looked up at Rafale.

"Hello, Bhuvi," he said politely, bowing and very gently taking her left hand, kissing it. "I hope you have been well."

Bhuvi had a very sing song, melodic tone to her voice, thickened by her Hindi accent. "I have been fair, Rafale, but I am so happy that you are finally home. My heart has ached to see you."

"And mine for yours, my love. Surprisingly as Stacy watched intently, Rafale plopped down on the hard ground, his clearly expensive suit becoming dusty and dirty in the process.

" We have a difficult one here." He cast a sideways glance at Stacy. Stacy dropped her eyes, as his stare almost seemed painful to return.

"Yes, Rafale." She returned the same gaze to Stacy as Rafale had. "She is an undisciplined little bitch."

Stacy winced as Rafale's hand rose, delivering the same slap that she had experienced rang across Bhuvi's face. He rose to his feet, dusting off his pants.

Bhuvi literally had to crawl across the ground to rest her fingertips at Rafale's feet. "I'll not have that language from you, dear." He said, looking down at her. "I have spent years training you and I will not accept less from you now."

Stacy was very afraid. "Rafale, please do not be too mad at me. I lost my control for a moment. Don't withdraw your love. I will have Adam and Michael whip me right now if it will restore me in your eyes." Her eyes looked up at him, pleading, framed with beautifully thick jet black hair.

Rafale's gaze waxed judgmental for what seemed like ages as the tears rolled like amber down Bhuvi's cheeks. "No my love, your whipping will be for reserved for my own hands, so that I can share the pain with you." Bhuvi dropped her head, almost touching her head to the ground.

"Oh Rafale, please you don't have to, I'm sure that they can see to it."

Rafale reached down, almost visciously, and took a thick handful of her hair, and leaning down said, "I told you I would do it myself. Besides, I have much more important tasks that I need you to attend to. This 'bitch' will need your attention, because her James needs her to be properly corrected. I'm sure that you will make sure that she is properly trained."

Bhuvi nodded as best she could, her hair held taught by Rafale's firm grip. He continued, staring into Stacy's bewildered eyes the entire time, "And you will not refer to her as 'bitch' at any time, otherwise I will let Adam and Michael do whatever they please with you. You will address her by her proper name, which is Stacy."

"Yes Rafale."

Rafale's hand reached out to clasp Bhuvi's throat, holding her chin high. Stacy gasped.

"However, if she defies you, then you will answer to me. Are we in agreement."

Bhuvi nodded nervously.

"Very good Bhuvi. You have never failed me before, I am so glad to have you with me. But there is one question that i've had since I arrived with the bitch." He let go of her hair, and she collapsed down to the ground.

"Rafale, tell me what is it?"

"Why did you greet me wearing a dress? You know my preference in that matter."

Her eyes were downcast again. "Oh Rafale, I wanted to give you the pleasure of unwrapping your gift."

Rafale smiled and laughed. "Bhuvi, I could not have asked for anyone better." Stacy was in awe, as she knelt there, naked, with scuffed and aching knees at the display before her. With the grace of a perfect gentleman, he leaned and took her hand, raising her to her feet. She stood at tense attention, her ample chest heaving as he, never letting go of her hand and never releasing his gaze into her eyes, almostly surgically reached around Bhuvi's back and unzipped her dress. With a quick twist of her shoulders, it fell away. Stacy felt a hint of wetness between her legs as she saw the full round breasts, reddish brown with dark thick nipples and Bhuvi's curvaceous hips. In between was the lightest dusting of straight, dark hair as she held her knees tight. There were thick black henna tatoos of vines and flowers snaking their way up both of her legs, around her calves and up her thighs, ending on both sides of her pelvis. Their beauty was interrupted only by the harsh steel of the cuffs around her ankles, and the jingle of the locks that held them in place in the silent air. 

Bhuvi relished in grace at that moment, her body there for Stacy to see. 

She broke her lover's stare with Rafale long enough to say, "James will see you the same way soon...." Her voice trailed away as Rafale took her from behind the neck and pressed her passionately into her, kissing her with a violence that could only be possible through years of practice.

Stacy slinked down onto the driveway, glancing curiously at the thin, dark lines that crisscrossed Bhuvi's back and full round ass, not caring how much the cement irritated her soft, pampered buttocks. She laid on the pavement and whispered to herself, "Please James, I hope you think the same way about me some day."



Training Day Ch. 01



Chapter 1: It Begins with Melissa

Let me tell you about Melissa. We met through mutual friends when I was 22. She was 19 then. You have to picture her at 19: five foot tall, a nice light natural tan, long thick wavy brown hair that fell to her mid back, and 145 lbs.( just a little chunky, but not bad), most of which was taken up by a set of massive D cup breasts mounted on her little frame. Those tits could make your mouth water from across a room. Honestly, they looked a little ridiculous on her small frame, but for a breast guy, which I am, she was perfect. She wore thin silver framed glasses, which gave her that naughty secretary look. Her body yelled "Drive me like a Mustang!" which is a shame, because that incredible body of hers was stuck in neutral. Melissa wasn't a sexual person in the least. It killed me. I was used to so much more.

Jen, my girlfriend before Melissa, was a sexual fiend who wanted sex all the time and loved to try knew things, was always surprising me, and constantly had my dick in her mouth. Jen was one of those extremely rare girls who loved to give blowjobs and was gifted at it. She practically got off on it. Jen could give blowjobs for, literally, hours. She worked hard to please her man. She read books and talked about sex all the time with her girlfriends. She'd wear sexy outfits for me and loved having sex in front of her mirrored sliding closet doors. I didn't know how good I had it back then. I was young and stupid and thought every girl must be like that. We all know that because of their hormones all women are a little nuts, some more than others. Jen was no different, and so we fought a lot. Okay, maybe I was partly to blame too. After several years, she broke up with me for cheating on her (I'd kissed another girl). In retrospect I can understand, but hey, variety is the spice of life, right? 

Anyway, Melissa was no Jen. Melissa wore her hair up in a bun most of the time, wore "sensible" shoes, and still slept in a small girly bed covered with stuffed animals. Nothing about her, other than her body, said "sex." She hated giving blowjobs, never dressed up in outfits, and rarely ever wanted to have sex. She had her moments, but not nearly enough of them. We did have anal sex a few times, but after a while she didn't want to have it anymore. We lasted a couple of years and then I decided I could do better, so I ended things between us. We still ran into each other for a while, because we had the same friends, but we avoided run-ins whenever possible. Over the years we got more polite to each other and eventually played up the part of being friends. It was always a little uncomfortable, though.

About two years after we broke up, I graduated college and floated around for another year and a half before settling into a career I liked. I'd finished school with a mechanical engineering degree and got in with a company out in Arizona designing industrial robots. I had always been into science; it was fun. I dabbled in a little bit of everything from physics, to chemistry, to astronomy, to geology, etc.. It was playtime to me. Having grown up in an artistic family, I had a creative side that saw the world a little differently, I guess. That's probably what helped me see science and engineering a lot differently than other scientists. I invented a few things for that Arizona robotics company, managed to keep the patents, and I did very well for myself. Eventually, I decided to come back East and start my own robotics company. After a few years it took off and I was able to step back and let others run it, while I raked in the profits. I'm pretty smart, but I'm no genius and I'm no amazing businessperson; I really think my good fortune was a matter of being in the right places at the right times and knowing opportunity when I saw it.

Having come back to the east coast, I started dating this girl Nancy, who I'd met through mutual friends. Great body, but after not too long I discovered she had a lot of the same sexual hang-ups that Melissa had; great body just going to waste. I don't know how I find these girls. I'm good in business but bad in relationships, apparently. Anyway, getting back with the same old friends meant Nancy and Melissa were now in my circle of friends. It was awkward to say the least, but after a year or so they actually got closer and became genuine friends. I used to fantasize all the time about having a threesome with them; how ironic that I could barely get them in a twosome. 

Melissa bought a house near me that kept her close to her job. It was way more than she could afford on her small salary and had to take out a huge mortgage to pay for it. Then things took a turn for the worse: 3 weeks later she lost her job. Her asshole boss wanted to give Melissa's job to his girlfriend. He managed to get Melissa fired in a way that she couldn't even collect unemployment. The very next day, the house next to hers caught fire and took her house with it. It burned to the ground while she was out looking for another job.

All our friends said they would help her out, but most of them were broke themselves and living in cramped apartments. Believe it or not, it was Nancy who first offered up her couch, and Melissa accepted. I was the only one who was able to loan her any money and so I gave her enough to make her first mortgage payment and to eat for a little bit. I had to go out of town for a few weeks, but told her that when I got back, we should get together and discuss how I could help her out more, if she needed it. 

When I got back, I found out from Nancy that things were even worse than I thought. Melissa still hadn't found a job, and late one night some kids had joyrided her car right into a telephone pole. Things had gone from bad to worse. She'd been taking the bus all over town ever since. I told Nancy to drop her off at my place and Melissa and I would discuss what I could do to help her out. 

Melissa showed up around 7 o'clock with Nancy. It was raining and she had to run from the car to the front door. I yelled to Nancy, who had her window down, that I would drive Melissa back to her place later after we'd worked things out. I blew Nancy a kiss as she rolled up her window and drove away, leaving Melissa at my doorstep looking like a wet frightened kitten. I led her into my expansive foyer and into my den. I sat her down on a big leather couch (Melissa was a strict vegetarian and hated anything made from animal skin), got her a towel for her hair and fixed her a hot cup of tea. She had never been to my house before and had never really seen the way I lived since we broke up all those years ago. I liked the way she looked around with envy in her eyes, even at the couches; detesting the leather, but admiring how expensive she imagined them to be.

I clicked a few buttons on my house remote and the fireplace in front of her sprang to life, a burst of warmth catching her face and blushing her cheeks. I could tell she appreciated the hospitality. I sat back down on the couch with her and let my plan unfold. This was to be the beginning of a long and wonderful night...



Training Day: Rebekah



It was hard not to see her. She was the girl with the perfect skin, the right curves, great hair, and plenty of attitude. She wasn't the smartest girl in the group, but that never stopped her from being the favorite of just about everyone. Geeks dreamed she would speak to them, jocks hassled each other over who would ask her to the dance, and every girl loved to hate her. Her parents were made of money, but to hear it from her you'd think she was homeless. They wouldn't get her a car until she raised her grades, but who needed algebra anyway? 

I hated her, every inch of her perfection. She treated everyone like they were beneath her, walked on them, talked down to them, and worse, others did the same to impress her. It was a disgusting show of the perfect rich girl and her superiority over everything else. 

I planned on changing that. I needed a new girl, my clients were slowly becoming bored with the stock that I had back at the farm. A new girl meant finding the ones that deserved to be punished, grabbing them without getting caught, and breaking them in.  

I had a plan for her though; a plan to exact my revenge and she would be none the wiser.

Rumor has it that Rebekah is still virginal, teasing her boyfriends until they are at unbearable levels, and leaving them to their own devices. At parties she is never alone, only drinks from un-opened soda cans, and makes sure that she doesn't get cornered by one of her many aggravated beaus. I've watched her for nearly a year now and found the best time to get her alone is to tutor her. She refuses to meet at school since she doesn't want to give anyone ammunition to make fun of her, so she invites her tutors to her house when her parents are away, that way she doesn't have to admit she needs help with her grades, and her parents think she's a good student. 

After talking her usual tutor into switching with me for a night so that he could go party with his new girl I had my in. Then was the alibi; my sister was the only help I had in this strange business of mine, but she would happily help. A part of me wonders if she's not even more twisted than our parents were, but more on that later. Now for the plan. After I finished tutoring Rebekah I would leave without incident and head to the pizza place a block from school, always a popular hang-out for students when there were no parties to attend. This guaranteed that I would be seen. As my sister is a quiet, hardly seen geek type, no one will think twice about her. She will sneak into the Rebekah's house as I leave, through the back door I will unlock, by then Rebekah should be drugged into compliance. From there it was a simple walk to the car, and out of town. 

Normally I don't consider taking high risk girls for my clients, but this one needs to be brought down a few pegs. Part of the reason I hate her is because I was gullible enough to believe she thought I was cute as a freshman, ended up with naked pictures of me lining the boy's locker room for nearly a year. A not so fun joke she played on me. 

At 4:30pm I knocked on her door with her favorite orange soda and sugar free snack in hand. She rolled her eyes when she saw me carrying the food with a snarky, "As if." When she let me in the door. We sat at the dining room table and began her advanced Chemistry homework, soon to be followed by Algebra and possibly Biology. Either this chick never studied, or she just wanted a free pass by having some geek do it all so she could copy it. Not my problem, but I played along. Rebekah didn't touch any of the stuff I brought, which wasn't a surprise, but she was snacking on wheat thins and bottled water when the doorbell rang. She glanced at me and groaned, "Try to stay out of sight." I nodded and got up to hide by the pantry while she checked the door. The moment she was out of sight I grabbed the Rohypnol I stole from my insomniac mother and dropped two in her water, shaking it vigorously to dissolve them quickly. Thankfully she was kept busy for close to ten minutes; the water had calmed down, though it looked a little different, maybe I was paranoid.

Rebekah however was distracted by whatever transpired at the doorbell and so she didn't even bother to look before taking a deep swig from her water, in fact she nearly drank the entire bottle before she noticed any difference, but I had expected sooner.  

Looking from the bottle to me and back she threw the bottle at me and bolted for the bathroom, but expecting this I was easily able to grab her, and in her quickly deteriorating condition, pin her to the floor. I took her cell phone from her pocket so she couldn't call or text for help before my sister showed up. I carefully tied and gagged her, carefully dragging her to the back door where the fenced in yard would hide Leah as she carried the drugged beauty to her car. I made sure to straighten the house up before I left, wiping my prints from her cell phone after checking her messages to make sure there wouldn't be a suspicious gap in conversation.

I put her phone by her books, now neatly stacked, and walked out with my back pack over my shoulder, waving as I left, as if I expected her to be watching and headed for the pizza place. I get a text from my sister that she has arrived at the house just as I reach the restaurant. About thirteen people I recognize, though don't really know, are lingering about, a few jocks toss a football back and forth as they munch on greasy pizza. I take a seat and order mini corn dogs, this place has the best kind, and it's my usual order. Don't want to appear suspicious. 

Dora the waitress takes my order and nods over at the other guys, "Don't feel like company?" I shrug and tell her they're not really my group of people. She smirks in that sad kind of way that tells you she pities you, and heads to the kitchen to fill my order. Leah in the mean time tells me that Rebekah is safely in the car, fading in and out, she's wiped down the spots she touched, and makes sure all the doors are locked before leaving. 

I eat my food slowly, waving at a couple of people I recognize, tossing the football back to the jerks at the other table when they pretend they missed the catch when they hit me with it. At least I know that I've been noticed. I ask Dora for some cheesy fries to go, Leah's studying at home and will be mad if I don't bring her favorite snack home with me. 

As I leave I make sure to ding jock boys fender with my car door, a little immature, I'll agree, but it felt good.

I drive for about three hours, making sure I'm not being followed, making sure no one is around when I pull into the long winding drive that takes me back to my family's old farm. We still own the property, but it's not really used anymore, well, not for the normal stock at least.

When I arrive Leah has Rebekah tied to my bed, though Rebekah doesn't really realize what's going on. She's fading in and out of sleep, but that doesn't matter, she doesn't need to remember this part. Leah heads home with her bag of cold cheese fries and leaves me to my work. I take my time, carefully cutting off the expensive clothing I would never consider buying, though I could afford it. I never saw the reason to spend eighty bucks on a pair a jeans you'll probably only wear for a year and throw out. 

Anyway, once she is bare to me I check her bindings and begin the fun. I start by taking a soft leather tail whip from my shelf of things and wake her drug addled brain with a stinging whip against her right thigh. She groans and wakes up abruptly, though her mind is fogged and she can't focus, I know that she is aware of the pain. I take the whip to her a few more times, until the skin of her thighs and stomach is pink with irritation. I then replace the whip with a flexible rod that snaps and leaves angry red welts behind. She screams weakly a couple times and pulls at her bindings, but the drug is keeping her mostly sedated. 

After she is sensitized I grab a vibrating tool and press it hard against her nearly bare pussy. Her body arcs and she actually seems to be aware of what is happening. I grin and rock the black vibrator against her sensitive clit. I can see her body reacting, though she is trying to get away from my assault. I'm glad she is aware of my assault as I leave the tool propped against her lower lips. I grab a few other toys from my shelf and put them into use. An open mouth gag so she can't bite me later, a set of anal beads that get progressively larger as the strand goes on, and a smaller vibrating tool that is strapped into place against her newly sensitized clit; now I'm ready for the fun to really start. 

I make sure to lube the beads good, and moisten my fingers before delving between her sweet cheeks. Her ass is tight, I groan just thinking about the damage I'm going to do later, but for now I start to stretch it out a little, just enough so that the first few beads can slide in and hold. As I push the first two into her ass, she screams against the open mouth gag, my cock jumps in excitement, I push them farther in, watching her struggle against the binds at her wrists and ankles as I push them further in. Tears streak her perfect face when I force in a golf ball sized bead and leave it just in the opening. Her pussy cries as well, but these are different tears, silky warm tears of arousal, whether she wants them or not. I strap the small vibrator onto her and dip a finger into her tight wet sheath as her hips buck from the discomfort of the beads and the high speed vibration. 

She screams nearly constant now, a low keening that is muffled by the tears clogging her throat. I grab the back of her head and shove a pillow beneath it; this stretches her neck into an uncomfortable position, but makes it easier for me to straddle her once I shed my clothes. Her eyes widen when she sees my cock standing up right and ready. I smile. "All for you. Payback for the locker room humiliation." 

She nearly gags as press my cock into her hot wet mouth, trained as I am in this kind of sex I still felt the need to cum almost immediately. Must be my dreams coming to reality. I started slow at first, and then began an ever quickening rhythm that was sure to leave her bruised. I forced myself to last until I felt her body spasm in orgasm from the vibrating onslaught. It was then I came into her mouth, still sliding my dick in and out of her wet canal, forcing her to choke down my semen. 

When I finished I wiped her mouth and took out the gag, replacing it with a ball gag. I spent a few minutes slapping her face, "you're not a tease any more, you're mine, and I'll do with you as I please."

This brought on more tears, but I didn't wait too long before I moved on to her lower lips, drenched with her orgasm, her body still spasming from the toy. I fingered her for a short time, one finger slowly, bending and twisting to make sure she could feel it, then two as I stretched her out a bit. I didn't to remove the vibrator, though it was in the way a bit. I slapped her hard, grabbing her breasts in a painful grip, while rubbing the swollen head of my dick over her weeping pussy. I pinched her nipples hard to distract her just as I penetrated her hard and fast. It hurt her, and I loved it. 

She screamed against the gag, but I pushed on, forcing myself deep into her and rocking her hard. I didn't bother to let her adjust, she was wet enough that her body would protect her from most of the invasion. I pounded into her hard and fast, reveling in the feel of her body arching against the pounding onslaught of mine, feeling her muscles jerk with orgasm, and eventually going limp when she could take no more. I pulled out before cumming myself and walked around the bed, pumping my own dick I shot it onto her face and left it as I cleaned myself up. 

When I came back out wrapped in a towel I couldn't tell if she was sleeping or passed out from the ordeal. I took the vibrator off and tossed it aside to be cleaned and removed the ball gag. I left the bead in her ass though, I thought it looked like a funny tail and she needed to be stretched out. I had one buyer who loved young ass.

I called Mark and Clyde, my guys at the barn, and they came by and grabbed Rebekah, carrying her the 50 yards to the barn where I instructed them to tie her up. They ran a thick rope around the rafters and tied it to the chain of an old heavy set of manacles before locking her into them and hoisting her so that her toes barely touched the ground. I left her there to hang. As I left I glanced back and noticed the bead hanging, as good as I felt I wasn't done yet. I placed a hand around her waist and grabbed onto the beads, slowly pushing them deeper by nearly three beads. Her ass would be sore, but by morning, she'd be ready for the second part of her training. 

*

Training Day: Part 2-Rebekah's First Client

As I woke my first impression was cold. The air on my skin caused goose bumps to rise all over my skin. The second thing I noted was that I was naked, and very sore. My head was heavy, foggy. Thoughts came jumbled and incoherently, but this faded after a few minutes, at least I think it was only a few minutes. My shoulders ached, my jaw felt bruised, and my body was very sensitive. As all of these realizations hit me so did the memory of the previous night. I had thought it just a horrible nightmare; Brandon had all but fucked me with his eyes while he'd tutored me, it was aggravating, and disgusting. 

It seems he'd done more than just use his eyes. My body ached in all the right places to fill in the blanks of my memory. He'd drugged me, but I'd been too arrogant to notice at first. Never once thought anyone would try something in my house, but that was my first mistake. Now, as far as I can recall, I could be pregnant with the king of geekdom's baby and apparently he wasn't done with me yet. As I raised my head to look around my shoulders burned and since I couldn't feel my hands I figured I was tied with my arms above my head. I didn't realize I was hanging until I tried to turn around to see where exactly I was and found that my toes barely touched the floor. I screamed, no way out, no control; this was so not happening to me. I would kill that idiot nerd who dared do this to me! If he was taping this to embarrass me I would take him to court and make sure he spent the rest of his life being ass raped in some medium security prison.

It was just after I stopped screaming that I heard another voice near me. A soft female voice, well, soft only because she whispered. "Stop making so much noise. I know it's scary when you're new, but if you're good you won't get punished." I couldn't see the girl who spoke, but her words just pissed me off, "Who are you and why are you helping him?! When I get out of here you'll go down with him you little bitch." The girl laughed a little, but stopped whispering, "You're never getting out of here, but your attitude will land you in some seriously bad places."

I wanted to scream at her some more, but I heard the door open nearby and waited. Two big guys came walking around me shortly after, their large paw-like hands like branding irons on my cold skin; they lowered me to the ground. I couldn't feel my legs, and my arms were very rubbery, being held up by the two gorillas was a blessing but I hated their hands on my naked skin. "It's about time you got here. Did daddy send you to find me? Where are my clothes?"

The black brute just chuckled a little and threw me over his shoulder while the blonde one slapped my ass hard, "We're not hear cause of daddy, we're here cause the boss sent for you. You need more training because he's got a buyer interested in your sweet ass." I was horrified!!! I kicked and screamed, but that only got me spanked again. My butt was already sore from something, and the slapping caused a stinging ache that didn't go away. It was then I realized that I either had to poop badly, or something had been stuffed in my ass. The latter proved to be true when I was all but dropped onto a cold, padded leather table and held down. The big black man pushed forced my legs apart and held them wide as the blonde guy started pulling on a long chain of plastic beads that had been hanging from my ass. I was mortified. The pain was moderate, the friction of the beads moving inside me was both awkward and stimulating, I felt my nipples start to tighten, so I kicked out at the bear of a man holding me down. He caught my leg and held my knee to my chest, this caused my sphincter to tighten around the beads. It hurt, but also felt oddly good. I didn't understand this, but was unable to do much to fight back. The blonde guy dangled the beads in front of me and I saw a little bit of smeared blood on a few of the beads. This infuriated me more and I began to thrash against the black man. The blonde dropped the beads and locked an arm around my neck, forcing me against the table. 

I heard Brandon's voice then and fought against the pressure on my tired arms as they were tied to the board I lay on. "The more you fight the more punishment you'll receive. There is no one here that will help you. If you're good, and obey, you'll be rewarded with luxury. If you are bad you will be punished in ways you have yet to imagine." He grabbed one leg and tied it down as the black man grabbed the other and did the same. I was stretched out with my legs tied over a table, my butt hanging over the edge. Ugh, this so reminded me of the Ob-Gyn when I had to get a pelvic exam done when I turned 18. That thought fled my mind quickly as clamps were clipped onto my tightening nipples and clothes pins pinched onto my skin along my stomach. I tried to buck away from them at first, but that caused the clamps and pins to jerk and pull on my sensitive skin, I could also see the three of them becoming very excited. "Let me go, Brandon, I'll never tell anyone you did this if you let me go." Brandon only laughed at me, "You think I'm a fool? Besides, why would I let my newest prize go? I have a new client, and he's looking forward to meeting you. If you're a good girl I'll let you rest before your client arrives. If you don't cooperate I will wear you down so you don't have a choice but to comply. It'll be better for you if you go along with it." I saw him nod at the blonde guy who then forced a ball gag into my mouth. It tasted funny, like brand new plastic and something else I couldn't place. The clamps on my nipples were connected by a thing silver chain that blonde man kept pulling at. I could feel my body ripple in reaction each time he tugged on it, I was so pissed that I felt anything. Only a whore could enjoy something like this.

The three placed so many clothes pins from just under my breasts down my stomach and hips to my thighs that I lost count of how many there were. When they were done they would occasionally flick one, cause me to whimper in pain. My body however reacted in a completely different manner, and I couldn't hide it. I felt myself grow damp and slammed my eyes shut, not wanting to see their reaction, I heard it though. "Little bitch likes it" came from the black man. Brandon chuckled and slapped my left breast, causing both of them to bounce painfully, "I knew she'd make a good pet." The blonde grabbed my throat and pressed my head back over the edge of the table I was splayed on, "You're gonna love it here sweet cheeks." 

I groaned again, fear, pain, and humiliation making me wish for death, quickly. They had only begun though. It seems the man who purchased me enjoyed hardcore BDSM because they attached another clamp to my tender clit and ran a chain up to the one that connected to my breasts. Then they added these little shock clamps to the chain, and each time they pushed the button on their remote a little shock hit my nipples and my clit causing me to buck against my restraints. My body flushed pink and my clit swelled as I came hard seconds into this new torture. I felt tears trail down my face, embarrassed that my body could react this way.