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Training Me

By: SometimesSub



You had me waiting for you, naked and kneeling. When you arrived, you took off your jacket to reveal your outfit: a corset that left your breasts exposed, tight latex panties and a pair of high heels.

You knew the sight of you in it would drive me wild with lust, and it did just that.

You approach me, looking down at me. I feel your hands grab me by the hair and pull my face into your latex covered crotch. It's hard to breathe, but you hold me there, forcing me to smell your pussy on the other side of that thin black latex.

"Dogs like to smell their owner's crotch, right bitch?"

I tried to answer, but I was muffled between your legs.

"Whatever. Shut up," you told me.

You locked cuffs around my ankles with a 12 inch chain between them. Then another 12 inch chain from my balls to the one hobbling my feet.

"Now you'll stay down."

A collar was locked around my neck. A leash snapped to it.

You turned and walked away, dragging me behind. I crawled awkwardly, but inspired by the sight of your ass.

In the living room, you sat down with a drink, leaving me on the floor.

You tossed the fake plastic pussy you named Caryn to me.

"Fuck her."

I used the toy in front of you for your amusement. Sometimes you came close to me, letting me kiss your bare leg. Or your ass. Once you stood over me, straddling my face.

"You will learn to cum with my scent in your face, pet."

I kept humping Caryn, eager to explode into her.

"I love using the memory of her like this against you. In fact, I've come up with some new ideas to torment you."

I had worked myself up for you, eager to cum. As you always know when I get close, you reached out and snatched Caryn off my cock before I could cum.

My useless cock bobbed in the cold air, hard and unable to get what it wanted.

You took a small penis whip out, and had me present myself. You looped a cord under the head of my cock, and pulled it up. You could make it stand straight up, or yank it down hard to the floor. You whipped my cock from all sides, adjusting the cord so you covered it evenly in your beating. Eventually, I went soft.

"Remember Renita? From college? You told me you could have married her, except your cock was out of control and you cheated on her?"

You tossed a chastity device on the floor between my legs.

"Say hello again to Renita, slut. You broke her heart with your wandering cock. Now she's going to break yours. Lock it up. I'm done with it."

I did my best to get my sore cock stuffed in the soft rubber prison. I took the lock from you, and you made me snap it shut myself.

"Good. Now that that thing is put away, you can focus on whatever I want you to. Right, bitch?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

You began strapping a strapon cock to your waist.

"I'm glad to hear that. You're going to want to pay close attention to my directions. Or I'll make this hurt you badly."

The cock bobbed in the air in front of my face, menacingly. You tapped it against my face.

"And this is Lisa. That tiny little girl you used to bend over and fuck her ass? She used to go stiff from the pain, right? She wants to meet you again too."

You slapped me across the face.

"Those girls are going to be helping me train you. And we're going to make you a very good boy. Now let's break you in."

You flipped me onto my back, my legs in the air, spread.

I whimpered as you lubed Lisa up.

"You've had this coming a long time, baby. I'm taking a piece of you today."

You slid the cock into me half an inch, and it hurt. 

"You will accommodate Lisa. I'll make sure of that if it takes all afternoon."

You slowly worked your hips back and forth, slipping the cock head in and out of my ass. Slowly, the pain became manageable.

"Be easier if I let you tug on your cock, huh? Maybe another day."

Gradually, my ass opened to you, and you took deeper thrusts into me. I was filled and violated. As you wanted me.

I grunted with each stroke. Soon, I was yours. You had fucked my ass, and we knew it was a special moment in our relationship. One neither of us would ever forget.

With the cock buried completely inside me, you leaned into me. Bending forward, you kissed me passionately.

"Now you're a slave."

After getting yourself off, you withdrew. My mind was a blur and I just did as I was told.

I felt you attaching something to my balls. I knew it would be scary from your smile. When you showed me a remote control, I knew exactly what you had done to me.

"Your balls are now wearing my shock collar. Time for some obedience training."

You put me on my knees on the floor again. My ass felt sore and I was constantly aware of it.

Standing before me, you explained the rules.

"When I say a part of my body, you will get your lips there and kiss until told otherwise. Got it?"

"I do, Mistress."

"Toes."

As I shuffled back to make room to bend forward, I felt a surge of electricity run into my balls. It hurt and made me jump.

Laughing, you said, "Faster bitch."

I dropped like a rock and pressed my lips to your toes, kissing them reverently.

"Calves."

I worked my way up, kissing.

"Ass."

The chains made it hard to be nimble, but I tried. Again you pressed the button, and gave me an electrical punch to my nuts.

"Move it."

I jammed my face into your ass, kissing for all I was worth. It felt good to be there. But you wouldn't let me enjoy it too long.

"Toes."

I leaped down to your feet, sucking.

"Not bad. You train quickly with current to your nuts, don't you? Hardly a surprise though."

"Pussy."

I stuck my face between your thighs, licking against the shiny black latex. You moaned at the pressure, and let me linger there a few moments.

You pointed to the nearby corner. "Wall."

I hesitated. You looked at me and smiled. And pressed the button.

I grabbed my balls instinctively from the pain. When the shock ended, I shuffled over to the wall and pressed my lips against it.

"Stay."

You walked past me, running your hand through my hair.

Then you left the room.

I waited, my lips against the wall. I didn't want to anger you. I stayed.

You left me there for a while. Since you knew you had me by the balls, you didn't seem to mind taking me for granted.

When you returned, you wore a different strapon. This one went inside you, so as you fucked with it, it gave you great pleasure.

"Kneel. Back to the wall."

You straddled my face, and guided the cock to my mouth.

"Open up, cocksucker."

I opened my mouth to take your cock, but it was so big. You pushed forward, pinning my head up against the wall. I couldn't back away any further, and you fucked my mouth.

I knew you would be able to orgasm from doing this to me. And I wanted you to. I wanted you to get everything you wanted from me. So I took it, and tried to get you off through that fat dick in my mouth.

"This is a lovely way for a woman to cum, don't you think?"

I could only agree with you with my eyes. My mouth was far too stuffed to speak.

"I think we should have a discussion soon about the various ways you will be allowed to cum, pet. Those orgasms of yours will be rare treats now, and you'll only squirt under very specific circumstances."

"Yes, I'll let you cum the way you desire sometimes. Other times, you'll just have your prostate milked. Or if you piss me off, you'll get tied down and treated to a ruined orgasm. I'll bring you right to the point of no return, then let go of your cock. Your body will go through the motions and pump out your cum, but you'll get no satisfaction from it at all. That will really spoil your day, won't it?"

The thought of that made you shudder with pleasure, and I could sense your orgasm coming. You grabbed my hair and jammed my face onto your dick, choking me, uncaring. You came hard, thighs shaking. I was just happy to please you.

You pulled out, and removed the dildo. You knelt down and stroked my face, kissing me.

"That was wonderful, pet. Makes me feel generous."

You removed a key from the necklace around your neck, and unlocked my chastity device.

"Let's give Renita a break. She'll be back for you soon though. Stroke yourself."

It felt glorious being allowed to touch myself again. And when you began teasing my nipples, I was in heaven.

You whispered into my ear. "Now then. Let's discuss your cumming options."

"You are a slave. That means you have very few rights. And cumming like a regular man is definitely not one of them. Normal orgasms make men feel cocky and selfish. You won't be getting those. Your orgasms will be humiliating. They will reinforce your status."

You brought a chair over and sat in front of me.

"Let's play a game, slave."

You bent forward suggestively. Tracing your finger around your lips, you asked me, "Do slaves get to cum here?" You opened your mouth.

I shook my head no. "No, Mistress."

You laughed. "Certainly not. That idea is just ridiculous, isn't it? I mean, maybe if it was into another slave's mouth. Maybe. Even then... I doubt it."

"How about here," you asked, cupping your breasts. "Do slaves get to cum here?"

"They do not, Mistress."

"No. Again, ridiculous. Here?"

You slid your hand between your legs, fingering your pussy.

"Definitely not, Mistress."

"Of course not. As a slave, your cock will never cum in a woman's pussy. Slave or otherwise. Except for Caryn, of course. She's the only pussy I have approved for you."

You stretched your feet out to me. "How about down here? Do slaves get to cum on their Mistress's feet?"

I thought for a moment. "Maybe, Mistress. In special occasions?"

"Hmm. Yes, I think so. There will be times I let you shoot on my feet. It would mean your cum touching me, which I do not appreciate. But, it's such a silly place for a man to spill his cum. How degrading. Other men get many options. But you? You squirt on my feet. Down low. I like that."

You traced your fingernails across my chest. "And here? Should you be allowed to slime yourself?"

I knew you enjoyed seeing me wear my cum. "Yes, Mistress. Wearing my cum is appropriate for me."

"Agreed."

You slid two fingers into my mouth. "And here? Shall I have you shoot into your own mouth?"

I didn't want to answer, but I still had the shock collar on.

"Yes, Mistress. Slaves eat cum."

"Good boy. I'll be finding other places for you to cum too. Silly, demeaning places to lose your cum. Toilets. Trashcans. Of course, at the time, you'll be too far gone to care much about pride. You'll just be happy to squirt. You won't care anymore."

"I know you can do that to me."

"Can and will, slut. In fact..."

You showed me a coffee mug you'd brought back. I hadn't noticed it before.

"You'll be making oatmeal for your breakfast in this. But first..."

Smiling evilly, you held the mug down right in front of my cock.

"Cum for me, baby. Make it a good one."

Training Mindi Ch. 01



The plane touched down at exactly 4:13 pm, according to Mindi's watch. She closed her eyes and sighed in relief. "Man was not meant to fly," she muttered to herself. By 5:06 pm, she was sitting in a smelly cab, listening to the driver curse at the rush hour traffic. At 6:00 pm on the dot, Mindi opened her front door and locked it behind her. Then she very carefully took off her watch and hurled it as hard as she could toward the back bedroom. 

For two long weeks, she had been counting down the hours until this hellish trip would be over and she could return home. If not for her grandfather's heart attack, she would never have left. Mindi had pledged long ago that she would not return to her family's house, unless there had been a death and every minute of this visit had been a reminder of why she had made that vow in the first place.

Mindi's father was a staunch Republican, and his third wife, Estelle, had turned conservative values into a religious doctrine. Together, they had dissected Mindi's entire life and shoveled acid scorn onto every bleeding shred.

In their perfect world, Mindi was married to a wealthy older man who was considering a run for Congress. She had two extremely well-behaved and photogenic children, and served on a number of prominent committees.

But in the real world, Mindi was single, recently laid off, and according to her family, she had deplorable taste in friends. Her father and Estelle felt duty-bound to point out these deficiencies at every opportunity.

The only good thing to come out of the funeral and its aftermath was the surprise at the reading of Grandfather's will. A trust had been established in Mindi's name worth quite a bit of money. It would not support an extravagant lifestyle, but if she was careful, Mindi could live quite comfortably.

She wouldn't have to worry about finding a new job, at any rate. That had been a major worry, especially with the travel expenses draining her savings and the funeral delaying her job search. And with her family once again two thousand miles away, Mindi felt she should finally be able to relax.

Instead, her tension was only increasing. Or perhaps she was simply more aware of it now that the distractions were gone. There was something missing from her life, and had been for quite some time. The fact that she knew exactly what it was only made things worse. 

Her family would say that she needed a husband. They had, in fact, told her so many, many times. And the truth was, they were partially right. Except that it was not a husband Mindi craved, but a partner, someone interested in the exotic games Mindi was dying to play.

Feeling frustrated, Mindi unpacked by dumping her suitcase out on the living room floor. She pulled off her travelling clothes and added them to the pile. One good thing about living alone, Mindi reflected, was that she could walk around naked whenever she felt like it. One bad thing was that there was nobody to appreciate it.

Mindi walked through the back bedroom, into the bathroom, intending to take a long shower. She took a moment to stare at herself in the mirror. She was pretty, she supposed, with good Irish features. Her hair was a wavy auburn and framed her face well. At twenty-six, she had a nice, youthful body, with classic feminine curves and a decent rack. All in all, it was a good package. It just needed a good scrubbing. 

The phone rang just as she was turning on the water. Cursing, Mindi stalked back across the room to answer it. Caller ID showed it was Estelle. Mindi picked up the phone and all her frustration suddenly boiled over. "I just got home, Estelle. I'm still not married, Estelle. But I had a quickie during the stopover in Chicago, so you just might get lucky on the grandkid thing."

Mindi slammed down the phone and stepped back into the bathroom for her shower. It had been a childish outburst and solved nothing, but she felt a little better for having made it. She stood under the hot water and relaxed, dreaming of a more fulfilling life. 

In her fantasies, Mindi had a lover. He was tall and sophisticated, handsome and confident. He was her lord and master, a man who controlled her completely. No subtle manipulations. No guilt trips. He imaginary master simply gave her orders and she obeyed.

Mindi dreamed of being tied down, helpless to free herself, absolved of all responsibility. Her master would take her, again and again, any way he wanted, and she could do nothing to prevent it.

He would come to her, blindfold her, tie her hand and foot to an old-fashioned four-post bed. For hours, he would keep her there. He would make a few phone calls, fix himself some dinner, maybe watch the news while she lay writhing in her bonds, struggling in vain to escape. From time to time, he would wet his cock in her mouth or dip it briefly in her pussy. If she made any protest at the treatment, he would gag her.

Mindi brought her hand down between her legs and eased one finger inside herself as she imagined this scenario. It was a fantasy that never failed to arouse her. There were variations on the theme, but the basics never changed. She was always the slave to a dominating master.

She stroked her clit, rubbing with one finger. With her other hand, she played with her tits. Once in a rare while, she used a vibrator. But tonight, she just needed a quick release. And when her fantasy lover grabbed her head, forced his cock deep in her mouth and spurted jets of hot come down her throat, Mindi was inspired to her own orgasm.

But when the climax faded, she was alone, unbound, and there was nothing in her mouth but her own tongue. Masturbation was a shallow and unsatisfying outlet, but a necessary part of her life. Some days, Mindi couldn't face the world without that relief available to her. And these past two weeks had been especially hard.

Mindi climbed out of the shower and started toweling off. She was calmer now, more in control. So when the phone started ringing again, she was able to answer politely, even knowing who was on the other end.

"Good evening, Father. I was just about to call you."

"You were very rude to your mother before, Mindi. I expect you to apologize."

"She caught me at a bad moment. Tell her I'm very deeply sorry. But please do not call her my mother."

"Mindi, she tries. I know you don't always get along, but-"

"She only goes through the motions. Estelle has no real interest in anything I say or do and you know it."

There was silence from the other line. Mindi could almost hear her father thinking, trying to find a way to deny her words without looking foolish and blind. Instead, he changed the subject. "Estelle was speaking to her father's law partner at lunch today. Apparently, he has a son who lives not too far from you."

"Goodnight, Father. I'm going to bed." Mindi set the phone down. She would not be the subject of Estelle's matchmaking. 

Dropping the towel, Mindi stretched out on top of the blankets. It was too hot for covers and she never bothered with pajamas. Almost immediately, there was a knock at the door. Mindi growled in exasperation. Why couldn't people just let her alone? She was tempted to ignore it, but it was easier to be rude to family than to friends, or even strangers. "I'll be right there!" she called.

Quickly, she pulled a clean pair of panties from her dresser and slipped into them. Donning a robe, she tied the sash as she headed for the front room. She was reaching for the knob when someone unlocked the door from the outside. 

When it opened, Katrina was standing there on the welcome mat, a concerned look on her pretty face. She was Mindi's next door neighbour, and a casual friend. They were not especially close. They had never gone shopping together or done a girl's night out, but sometimes they had coffee together in the mornings.

"I came to return your key," she said, stepping inside.

"Might as well hold onto it. In case of emergency. The plants look great, by the way. Thank you for looking after them."

"No problem," Katrina said, still looking a little worried and distracted. "Do you mind if I come in for a few minutes? I need to talk to you."

"Of course, come on in. Can I get you anything?" Mindi opened the door in invitation, refusing to be embarrassed by the pile of dirty clothes on the floor.

"Like what? You've been gone for two weeks. Your fridge is empty."

Mindi scowled at the reminder. She was starting to feel a bit hungry, but didn't want to face cooking something from scratch. "I can heat up a couple of cans of soup," she offered.

"Chicken noodle?"

"Of course," Mindi replied, heading for the kitchen, not really certain what she'd find but hoping to get lucky.

"In that case, I accept."

Opening the pantry, Mindi was relieved to find that she did have several cans of Gretchen's Roasted Chicken and Noodles. "What did you need to talk about?" she asked, bringing out two cans and a pot.

"I have to confess that I snooped a bit while you were gone."

Mindi felt the blood rush to her cheeks, too embarrassed even to be angry. She was very glad to be facing the counter so she didn't have to look Katrina in the eye. Mindi busied herself with the soup, grateful to have something to do.

"I found your stash," Katrina was saying. No need to ask what she meant by that. Mindi had amassed a large collection of extremely hardcore pornography, most of it dedicated to bondage and submission. That was humiliating enough. But the chest where she kept it also contained handcuffs, ropes, straps, hoods, gags, and sex toys of every description.

Mindi was incapable of speech. Embarrassed beyond belief, she emptied the second can of Gretchen's damned soup into the pot and turned on the burner. She picked up a long-handled wooden spoon and stirred unnecessarily, although her appetite had vanished. Anything to avoid turning around.

"Mindi, I'm not judging you. The truth is, I was into that lifestyle myself a few years ago. Very into it."

Katrina's admission forced Mindi to spin around and stare at her in shock. It didn't seem possible. Katrina looked like a cheerleader, blond and blue-eyed with the cute face of the girl next door. It was hard for Mindi to imagine her playing bondage games, but Katrina was nodding and smiling encouragingly.

"You're ...out now?"

Katrina shrugged. "I made a mistake. I got myself into a very dangerous situation. I had to take a break for awhile."

"What happened?"

"I trusted the wrong person. He was a very busy man, a wealthy and important man. I felt privileged to be his toy. But one day, he got a phone call and was unexpectedly offered a spot on the Democratic ticket. It took him only 20 minutes to pack for a weeklong campaign tour. He left immediately, forgetting that I was tied up in the basement. It took me two days to escape. If he'd used handcuffs instead of rope, I'd be dead.

Mindi was horrified at the story, but Katrina seemed to have put the trauma behind her. "Did he ever remember?" Mindi asked.

"I reminded him. I called his cell phone the day after I got free. He offered to pay for any medical care I needed. I have to admit he behaved honourably. If his secret lifestyle had been revealed, the scandal would have ruined him, but his primary concern was making sure I was okay."

"Where is he now?"

Katrina smiled. "The governor's mansion. But it worked out okay for me too. He transferred his house into my name."

"Why?" Mindi suspected blackmail, but hoped for a less nefarious explanation. She would be disappointed to learn that her neighbour was so corrupt.

"Partly, it was meant as an apology," Katrina said. "But it was also practical. He'd built himself a pretty elaborate dungeon in the basement. He couldn't rent the house or sell it without risking exposure, but he didn't have the time to dismantle his play area and he couldn't hire a crew to do it for him without the same risk. And it would have reflected badly on him to let the house fall into disrepair. Giving it to me was the safest option."

Katrina was not a blackmailer but a trusted former lover. Mindi was greatly relieved to know that. And she understood that Katrina had only told her the story because Mindi could not go public with what she knew. She had no proof and Mindi had her own secrets to protect.

"I came here tonight to warn you," Katrina explained. "I can tell by looking at you're equipment that you're not even a novice. You're just a dreamer right not. Your toys look as though they've never been used."

"They haven't," Mindi admitted. "I never had someone to use them with."

"With or on?" Katrina asked. "Are you a top or a bottom?"

Mindi turned back to the stove to hide her blush. She got out two bowls and 

ladeled soup into them before finally saying, very quietly, "A bottom. Definitely."

She wouldn't look at Katrina as she brought the bowls to the table. She took her seat and started eating, waiting for Katrina to say something, but she was also digging in. The soup was surprisingly good. Gretchen knew her stuff and Mindi's appetite had returned. For several minutes, the only sounds came from the spoons dipping up broth and noodles.

"The thing is," Katrina eventually said, "The lifestyle can be dangerous for a novice. You don't know who to trust. And many people find that the things they've enjoyed as a fantasy are scary and unpleasant in reality."

Mindi finally looked up, meeting Katrina's eyes. Her heart was starting to beat wildly in her chest as she realized where this was going. Hope and fear seemed to be the same emotion as she waited for Katrina's next words.

"If you'd like, I can introduce you to the lifestyle, put you through your paces so you can decide if it's something you want to pursue."

Mindi was nodding even before Katrina finished speaking. "Yes. Please. Show me."

"We'll do a test, a mild taste of what's out there." Katrina stood up and motioned for Mindi to do the same. "If you still think you want this, we'll do one very intense training session. When that's over, if you last, we'll know for sure if the lifestyle is right for you."

"All right," Mindi agreed. "When do we start?"

"First lesson: Don't ask questions unless permitted to do so. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

"Second lesson: you will answer 'Yes, Mistress' or 'No, Mistress' when I ask you a question. Clear?"

"Yes, Mistress." Mindi was already feeling the excited thrill of being dominated. In her fantasies, her master had been a man, but the sheer delight of actually living out her dream made such details unimportant.

"Third lesson: You are now my slave. You do not question my orders. You simply obey. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress." Mindi was nearly breathless with excitement. She was ready to do anything. At the same time, the fear of what might be required of her gave a lovely spice to the game that Mindi had long yearned for.

"What are you wearing under the robe?"

"Just panties," Mindi answered.

"Mistress," Katrina prompted.

"Just panties, Mistress."

"Then lose the robe and follow me."

Mindi hesitated, unused to being naked in front of people she barely knew, but Katrina turned back abruptly, a very cold look in her eyes. "Third lesson review: You are my slave. When I give an order, you say 'Yes, Mistress,' and obey."

As the delicious humiliation flooded her cheeks once more, Mindi dropped the robe, revealing her bare breasts and their pebbled pink tips. "Yes, Mistress."

"That's better. You need to get it through your head that your body belongs to me now. If I wish to see it, touch it, or loan it out, it's my right to do so."

To emphasize the point, Katrina stepped closer and covered Mindi's right breast with her hand. She squeezed it and pinched the nipple almost painfully. "Mine," Katrina said insistently, as if daring Mindi to dispute her. Katrina reached around with her other hand and took firm hold of Mindi's bottom. "Mine," she said again. Dropping her hand from Mindi's chest, Katrina reached down between her legs to stroke Mindi's pussy through her panties.

She was very thorough in this task, exploring Mindi with her fingers. She pushed at the feminine opening, pressing the fabric into Mindi's cleft. Katrina brought her face right up next to Mindi's "Mine," she said quietly, stroking Mindi's ass and pussy simultaneously.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Better," Katrina approved, stepping back. She lifted her finger and licked at the moisture there. "Wet," she said, "but not yet wet enough."

Katrina turned and walked from the kitchen, motioning for Mindi to follow. They went to the back bedroom and Mindi was ordered to sit on the bed.

"Have you ever been touched by another woman?" Katrina asked.

"No, Mistress."

Have you ever brought a woman to orgasm with your tongue?"

"No, Mistress."

Katrina smiled. "You'll learn," she promised.

Mindi was quivering with anticipation. Never in her life had she harboured same-sex fantasies, which made the thought of it all the more erotic. Being forced to perform acts she would never seek to try on her own was the ultimate in sexual slavery.

"We'll start with some basic body positions," Katrina informed her. "Once you learn them, when I give the command, you will immediately drop whatever you're doing and assume the required position.

"The first, of course, is Kneel. Get to the center of the bed and sit on your knees."

As Mindi obeyed, Katrina instructed her to sit with her bottom resting on her ankles, her knees spread wide, and her hands behind her back. Moving to the wooden chest in the corner, Katrina opened the bottom drawer. She pulled out three pairs of handcuffs and brought them to the bed.

Mindi could barely control her excitement as Katrina climbed onto the mattress with the restraints. For years, she had dreamed of this and it was finally happening. Somebody was going to put her in bonds and have total control over her person. Mindi was dizzy with anticipation.

Katrina moved behind Mindi and explained what she was doing as she worked. "Your ankles are slim enough that the handcuffs will fit around them. Otherwise, I'd have to use the shackles." Mindi felt the cold metal encircle her ankles and a little shiver went through her.

"And now your wrists." The second pair of handcuffs clicked into place. "We double-lock them so they won't tighten up and cut off your circulation. And we use the third set of cuffs to link the other two, though a small chain with a lock would work better."

Katrina climbed off the bed and looked at Mindi with a smug smile on her face. "There now. How does that feel?"

Mindi could barely breathe, she was so excited. For the first time, she was well and truly restrained. She tested her bonds, but she already knew there was no escape. Katrina had rendered her absolutely helpless. Mindi could only wait and see what else was in store.

Katrina went back to the drawer and pulled out a small, pink vibrator. Returning to the bed, she held the toy up in front of her. "Now you're going to learn what being a slave is really all about."

Katrina reached down between Mindi's spread legs and stroked the damp cotton covering her pussy. She teased the sensitive skin where thigh emerged from panty. Mindi squirmed and wriggled, but could not evade the tickling fingers. Finally, Katrina hooked the front panel of the Mindi's underwear and pulled it to the side, exposing her needy pussy.

"This is what it means to be a slave, Mindi. Your body is mine to play with. You cannot tell me no. A slave gets no privacy, no dignity, no choices. I can do what I like with you."

Katrina slid one finger into Mindi, swirling it around her entrance. When she removed it, Katrina's finger was slick and shiny with Mindi's juices. Katrina brought her hand up and spread the moisture over Mindi's lips, allowing her to taste herself.




Training Mindi Ch. 01



Pulling the panties aside once more, Katrina pushed the vibrator into Mindi's pussy, then restored her underwear to its customary place. The vibrator was thick and long, but buried deep. Only a slight bulge in Mindi's panties hinted at its presence.

"This vibe is perfect for what I have planned," Katrina said. "It's big enough to keep you aware of its presence, and even better, it has a switch at the back, rather than twisting on and off. That will come in handy later. We'll keep it off for now, and your panties will keep it firmly in place. We still have some positions to teach you and we wouldn't want it falling out."

Mindi seldom used dildos or vibrators, despite owning quite a few of them, and having one lodged inside her was an unusual sensation. She wasn't sure if she liked it, but she understood that this was the point of this exercise. She was a slave. What she wanted wasn't important.

Katrina unlocked the handcuffs, but instructed Mindi to remain as she was. "Do you remember the name of this position?"

"Kneel, Mistress."

"Correct. When I say 'Kneel,' you are to immediately take this position until I release you. Even if you're not in bonds, you are to consider yourself immobilized. Clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Katrina stroked Mindi's hair. "The second position is Worship. Stay on your knees, but lean forward until your face touches the bedspread."

Mindi did as she was told, surprised at the stiffness that had developed in her arms and legs after such a short time in the restraints. But she already missed her bonds. She hoped Katrina would return her to captivity soon.

"Forehead on the bed, Mindi. Bottom high in the air. Knees apart. Ankles together. Hands behind your back."

As soon as Mindi was in position, Katrina again cuffed her wrists and ankles. "In this position, it is impossible to lift yourself from the bed. If you really wanted to, you could push your legs out behind you and end up lying flat on your belly. To prevent that, I would normally run a chain from your wrists to your ankles, but you don't have any chains in your collection. I could use one of your ropes, but tying and untying takes time. If I were planning to keep you in Worship for awhile, it would be worth it. And the rope running through your ass cheeks would look really cute if you weren't wearing panties. But we're only training right now, so let's move on."

Katrina unlocked Mindi's cuffs, but delayed releasing her from the position. She knelt at Mindi's side and stroked her bottom, pushing the material in toward the center to give Mindi a wedgie and partially bare the cheeks of her ass.

"Do you like getting spanked, Mindi?"

"No, Mistress." Mindi had never actually received a spanking, but her answer was automatic.

Katrina responded by yanking Mindi's panties down to her thighs and delivering ten hard swats to Mindi's bare bottom. The lesson, once again, was that Mindi's wishes weren't relevant.

The stinging pain, the humiliating position, and the vibrator inside her were all bringing Mindi to a level of arousal she had never in her life experienced. If Katrina was trying to convince her that this lifestyle wasn't right for her, she was failing.

"What position are you in?" Katrina asked, tugging Mindi's panties back into place.

"Worship, Mistress."

"What do you do if I tell you Worship, Mindi?"

"I am to immediately drop to my knees, put my forehead on the floor, spread my legs, bring my ankles together, and put my hands behind my back."

"Correct. But you forgot to say 'Mistress.'"

Katrina stroked Mindi's bottom again. "You're doing very well," she said softly. Both the praise and the abuse brought an erotic glow to Mindi's soul. This really was who she wanted to be, a slave to someone else's pleasures.

"Third position," Katrina said. "I call it Pretzel. Lie face down on the bed to strart with." Mindi eagerly complied. "Hands behind your back. We're using shackles this time. We'll need the extra leeway the chains give us."

Mindi welcomed the feel of the cold metal once more encircling her wrists. The sound of them clicking shut was both soothing and thrilling at once. She hoped to be immobilized for longer this time."

"Now spread your legs and bend your knees. Basically, I'm hog-tying you. I'll shackle your hands and your legs separately, but I'll loop one chain behind the other to attach all your limbs together. You won't be able to straighten your legs, but the longer chain of the shackles will prevent you from injury. You really need to invest in a set of basic chains. They make for more possibilities."

Mindi tested her bonds. The shackles allowed her greater range of movement than the handcuffs had, but there was still no possibility of escape. With great difficulty, Mindi believed she could scoot herself to the edge of the bed and throw herself off, but there wouldn't be much point. She would still be helpless. Knowing that, she was able to relax.

"Generally," Katrina told her, "you would be completely naked when I put you in Pretzel. The purpose of this position is to make all your openings easily accessible. And I usually use ropes to make a more attractive package of my slave. But again, we're just practicing."

Mindi was disappointed when the restraints were once more removed, but she reminded herself that she was not in charge. And Katrina informed her that there was just one more position, and then would come the real test of Mindi's commitment. If she passed, the training would begin in earnest.

"Lie on your back. Knees up. Arms at your sides. This is Cradle, the most comfortable of the positions."

This time, each wrist was cuffed directly to the ankle on that side. The position really was more comfortable, but it forced Mindi to keep her legs wide open.

Once Mindi was secured, Katrina came to kneel between her feet, looking down at her handiwork. Mindi stared helplessly up at her, wondering what was to come next. She was so grateful to Katrina, she would never be able to repay the debt, but Mindi was determined to try.

"I like you in this position," Katrina said. She put her hands down on either side of Mindi, and lowered herself onto the other woman's body. She mounted her as a man would, her hips settling between Mindi's thighs. With the vibrator buried within her, and Katrina pushing it even deeper with her weight, Mindi felt as if Katrina truly was fucking her.

This was what Mindi had craved for so long. She had no patience for modern enlightened men politely making love to her. Mindi needed a caveman to hold her down and take her violently. The fact that Katrina was more of a man than any male she'd ever known was a sad commentary on 21st Century culture.

But all of Mindi's philosophical musings on modern masculinity faded away when Katrina kissed her. Despite the gender of both participants, it was not a girly kiss, but an aggressive claiming. Katrina was letting Mindi know that she was a possession. Her hands were in Mindi's hair. Her tongue was in Mindi's mouth. And by grinding herself against Mindi's crotch, the vibrator in her panties became Katrina's cock invading her pussy. 

Mindi's instincts made her wish to respond, to embrace Katrina and welcome the woman's conquest. But the handcuffs made that impossible. She was forced to remain passive and the frustration of that enhanced every sensation.

Katrina finished her plunder of Mindi's mouth and moved on to kiss her cheeks and eyelids. She explored Mindi's entire face with her lips, and then slowly began to journey downward. One millimeter at a time, Katrina kissed and licked and nibbled at Mindi's neck and shoulders.

At an excruciating snail's pace, Katrina's mouth crawled down Mindi's chest and climbed the slopes of her tits, gliding from one to the other and back again, never quite reaching the yearning nipples. 

Mindi was frantic with need. She writhed and struggled in her bonds. But Katrina was merciless, teasing, torturing, driving Mindi to a frenzied madness. 

And then the kisses left her chest and continued their southern trek. Cool wetness dotted Mindi's midsection. Katrina licked the undersides of Mindi's breasts and traced Mindi's ribs with her tongue. She explored her navel, demonstrating techniques that Mindi desperately wanted to feel just a little bit lower.

But Katrina's lips reached the waistband of Mindi's underwear and detoured toward her legs, avoiding Mindi's very wet center, where she most needed the kisses. Katrina licked the tops of Mindi's thighs instead, pushing with her tongue at the leg openings of her panties. 

Mindi squirmed in the cuffs, twisting to the side, offering herself to the evasive tongue that promised Heaven but refused to deliver. Never in her life had Mindi enjoyed herself more. Katrina knew exactly how to handle her. Slavery was exactly what Mindi had needed for a very long time. 

Finally, mercifully, Katrina took pity on her and pressed her lips between Mindi's legs, directly over her clit. Gasping, Mindi lifted herself from the mattress, toward Katrina's kisses. She was right on the edge of climax, just from the restraints and the teasing. It wouldn't take much to send her to ecstasy.

Katrina opened her mouth against the front of Mindi's panties and gripped the butt of the vibrator in her teeth. She pulled it out as far as she could manage, until the tight, wet cotton slipped from Katrina's lips and drove the plastic phallus back into Mindi's pussy. 

Several times, Katrina repeated this action, fucking Mindi with teeth, vibrator, and Mindi's own underwear. And then, even through the cloth, Katrina managed to locate the vibrator's on switch with her tongue and activated the toy.

The electric buzz hit Mindi like a bolt of lightning. The world ended, and she was hurled into elemental chaos. Mindi had ceased to exist except for the rolling waves of pleasure that overwhelmed her. She was drowning in the glorious sensations and was more than willing to die in exactly this way.

It seemed to go on forever, but gradually, slowly, Mindi came back to herself. She was groggy, and it felt like she'd been on a long journey. She opened her eyes to find that Katrina was no longer on the bed, nor even in the room. Startled, Mindi realized that she had actually lost consciousness in the intensity of her climax. She was still in her restraints and the vibrator was still inside her, but it had been turned off and a blanket had been draped over her while she had been dead to the world.

The knowledge delighted her. Not only had she experienced the greatest orgasm of her entire life, but she had been absolutely at the mercy of her captor during the interlude, not merely bound and immobilized, but unaware. Katrina could have done anything to her and she wouldn't even have known it. That level of helplessness was something Mindi needed in her life as often as possible. She yearned to be at the center of someone's world like that, completely in their power, totally dependent on their whims and mercy. 

As if she'd heard Mindi's thoughts, Katrina reappeared in the bedroom door. She smiled cheerfully. "Back with us?"

Mindi nodded. "How long was I out?" she asked, blushing in embarrassment.

"Just a few minutes. Are you ready?"

"For what?"

Katrina came to the bed and unlocked the cuffs. "You've had one session in slave training. You've done very well so far and been rewarded. You enjoyed it, I hope?"

"Very, very much."

Katrina grinned at her. "I aim to please. But I told you I'd be testing your commitment to this lifestyle before we went any further. If you pass, I'll train you up right, turn you into a proper little slave."

"How will you decide if I pass?" Mindi asked, rubbing her wrist where the metal had left a mark.

"Actually, that decision is yours. When the test is over, you'll know for certain whether you want to continue."

Mindi was already certain. But she respected Katrina's caution, and she was looking forward to the test. Whatever it was, Mindi was positive that she'd pass. "I believe I'm ready. What do I do?"

"Come to the living room and we'll get started."

Katrina sailed through the door. Mindi followed close behind, marveling that she had become less than a guest in her own home. Katrina was clearly in control, and Mindi welcomed her own reduced status. She could feel the vibrator moving inside her as she walked, and it reinforced Katrina's possession of her.

When the reached the living room, Mindi's heart gave a lurch and her breathing became shallow when she saw Katrina's preparations. The ball gag and blindfold were exciting, of course. And Katrina had put on one of Mindi's favourite DVDs, a collection of extremely realistic rape scenes. But Mindi's eyes were quickly drawn to the lengths of rope coiled on the sofa. She had loved the experience of being handcuffed, but there was something so primitive and elegant about tying a woman up. And it was traditional. For hundreds, even thousands of years, men had used ropes to tame their disobedient women. It took care and patience and skill to do it right, and the resulting package was so much more attractive than the handcuffs. Mindi could hardly wait to feel the ropes binding her flesh, making her helpless.

"Before we get started, Katrina said, "There is something important we need to discuss."

Her serious tone and solemn words demanded Mindi's attention, and made her feel suddenly self-conscious about her nudity. This woman had spanked her bare ass and tasted her pussy, but her voice now sounded like a boss or a parent or even the hated Estelle, none of whom should be seeing Mindi naked.

But Katrina's words were those of a Mistress and Mindi was comforted. "Masters and slaves usually establish safe words. When the word is spoken, all play stops and all bonds are removed immediately."

Mindi had read of safe words and she understood their importance, but she absolutely did not want one. It would mean all of this was an illusion if the slave retained any control whatsoever.

But Katrina wasn't spoiling things for her yet. "I am not giving you a safe word at this time. Eventually, but not now. This test will be an intense experience for a novice, but it is mild compared to some of the things I plan to do to you if you pass. For an experienced slave, this test would be a soothing break in the day, a stress reducer that a Master gives as a reward to a valued slave. If you cannot handle it, the lifestyle is not for you. Are you okay with that? Do you want to continue?"

"Yes, Mistress. "Mindi slipped gratefully into her slave role, eager to prove her worth.

Katrina nodded, relief and pleasure obvious on her face. "Then go stand at the corner of the coffee table, facing me.

Mindi did as ordered, once more conscious of the vibrator shifting inside her as she moved. And the large wet spot on her panties was starting to be cold and uncomfortable. But Mindi was glad of the sensations, even the unpleasant ones. She was a slave now, and thankful for the privilege. Every reminder was a welcome one.

"Step forward just a little," Katrina instructed. Mindi complied and was thrilled to obey Katrina's next command: "Kneel." It was beginning. Not just her test, but Mindi's new life. From now on, she was really a slave.

This was not a training session. Katrina did not bother explaining what she was doing. She wasted no time in securing Mindi in position. It wasn't possible to see what Katrina had done, but Mindi could tell from the results that she had been expertly restrained. Her wrists had been tied, as had her ankles. And the separate bonds had also been knotted together. The ropes had been wound around the leg of the coffee table and none of the knots were in reach of Mindi's fingers. If she had a few days, maybe she could escape, but it was unlikely. She was at the mercy of the Mistress.

Katrina walked over to Mindi's desk and searched the drawers, returning with a pair of scissors. She crouched down, and with no warning or explanation, cut off Mindi's panties. It wasn't quick – the scissors weren't meant for fabric or elastic – but Katrina was careful and patient. The waistband was clipped neatly at both hips and the ruined garment was pulled out from between Mindi's legs.

The vibrator was retrieved from its hiding place in Mindi's body and Katrina wiped it down with the underwear. "This is a fun little trick," she said, wrapping the toy in the scrap of cloth and then pushing the resulting package back into Mindi's pussy. 

She clicked the vibrator on and worked it in and out. The stimulation wasn't quite enough to bring Mindi to orgasm, but combined with the tight ropes, it came teasingly close.

As she tormented her new slave, Katrina reached over to the sofa and grabbed the ball gag. It was a fancy model Mindi had ordered from a catalog. The ball was smooth, sanded wood. Properly inserted between a slave's lips, it would prevent her from closing her mouth or speaking. The tough leather straps buckled behind the head to keep it firmly in place. Mindi had paid a lot of money for the device, but had never used it. There just wasn't any point in doing it alone. 

But now Katrina was here and she knew all about silencing a slave. "I have a gag like this," she said. "Only mine has a dildo poking out from the ball. A mistress can fuck herself on her captive's face." Katrina leaned close to whisper in Mindi's ear. "You'll wear it for me, I promise."

"For now," she said in a louder voice. "We'll make do with this one. But a gag should be personal, don't you think? Open your mouth." Katrina removed the vibrator from Mindi and unwrapped the panties. She wadded up the wetted cloth and pushed it into Mindi's mouth, leaving the snipped ends of the waistband handing from her lips. The ball gag was inserted on top to hold the panties in place, and Katrina buckled it tightly to Mindi's head. Finally, Katrina tied the dangling ends of Mindi's underwear around the front of the gag and stood up. 

"There now. You won't accidentally swallow it. I'd recommend breathing through your nose, but there's no risk of choking. And a pussy-flavoured gag is always more pleasant, I think."

Mindi didn't have the experience to offer an opinion. She had never tasted herself before tonight, had not even considered the idea. But she had no choice in the matter now. Her underwear, still warm from her body, and soaked in her own vaginal secretions, was sitting on Mindi's tongue. The fresh flavour of aroused female filled her mouth.

"Now the blindfold," Katrina said, moving behind her. "All I found in your stuff was a sleep mask and a hood. I'll put the hood on first and use the mask to hold it on." 

Almost hyperventilating in her excitement, Mindi glanced around her living room one last time. The clothes she'd taken on her trip were still piled on the carpet. On the television screen, she saw a woman in a forest being taken roughly from behind by one man while another man held her wrists. Then black cloth descended over her eyes, blocking out the world. The hood was long, and draped down over her shoulders. Only a tiny bit of light leaked in from underneath. And once the mask was put on over the hood, Mindi was in absolute darkness. 

She was blind and bound and lightheaded from the thrill of it. This was her dream come true. Mindi's world had been reduced to the ropes binding her, the sounds of Katrina moving around in her house, and the warm, musky taste of her own pussy. She was afraid of what might happen. There was no telling what Katrina would do to her. But the fear was exciting and arousing. Mindi savoured the uncertainty and the discomfort. And she blessed Katrina for giving this to her.

The voice of the Mistress floated into Mindi's darkness. "If you're having any second thoughts, it is way too late to back out now. You can't tell me about it and you can't escape. You are stuck in that position until I decide to release you."




Training Mindi Ch. 01



Mindi would not have offered any protest even if she'd been able. This powerless feeling was a priceless gift. She hoped it would last a long, long time and be offered again many more times in the future.

"I'm going home," Katrina told her. "I didn't expect to stay so long and there are things I need to take care of. When I come back, we'll talk about what happens next. Right now, you're scared and excited. While I'm gone, you'll have moments of boredom, panic, sheer terror, and more boredom. Your muscles will cramp. You'll wonder if I'm ever coming back. The real test of a slave is a test of endurance. A true slave will spend hours in her bonds, patently waiting to be used. An experienced slave learns to relax in whatever position she's been bound in. She can even sleep in her ropes and chains. If you can take this punishment and then beg me for more, you are truly a slave."

Mindi voiced a muffled "Mmm-hmm," but Katrina didn't respond. There were some noises from the kitchen, of water running and dishes clinking together. It sounded like Katrina was washing the soup bowls. Then the front door opened and closed and the house was silent. 

For a long time, Mindi listened, trying to determine if she was really alone. Perhaps Katrina was sitting on the sofa, watching to see how Mindi reacted. But there were only distant sounds of cars passing in the street. Eventually, she was convinced. Katrina had really left. Apart from Mindi herself, the house was empty.

She wondered what time it was. Mindi hadn't thought to check the clock since she'd thrown her watch down the hall. She estimated that Katrina had knocked on the door at around 6:30 pm, but there was no way of knowing how much time had passed since then.

She pulled at her ropes, testing the knots to be sure of them. Katrina had done an excellent job. Mindi had no hope of freeing herself. She struggled and twisted to no avail. And the coffee table was a heavy, marble-topped piece of furniture. It had taken two strong men to deliver the thing. Mindi couldn't possibly lift or drag it. She was here for the duration. 

Her pussy was watering at the knowledge. Mindi's thighs were wet with seeping arousal. And the taste of it was in her mouth. It was a heady, unfamiliar flavour and Mindi was beginning to like it. She sucked on her panties to draw out more of their essence. 

But it was impossible to know whether her enjoyment was genuine or a result of being forced to endure this. She had noticed in the past that sperm tasted so much better when a man grabbed her head and forced his cock deep in her mouth while he came. Perhaps it was the same with the taste of pussy.

But it didn't really matter. Whether she liked it or not, she'd be swallowing her own come until Katrina returned. And she had promised, or perhaps threatened, that Mindi would soon be up close and personal with her Mistress' pussy. That might help Mindi sort out her desires. But it was likely that she'd have to face the ordeal many, many times before she had an answer. Whether it was pussy or punishment that Mindi craved, she looked forward to the trials. 

As the minutes ticked by, Mindi's mind began to drift. This was the boredom Katrina had promised. Mindi passed the time imagining what her family and friends would say if they could see her like this. The conversation with Estelle might actually be fun.

"I'm sorry, wicked stepmother. I realize you want me to find a husband, but my new girlfriend might object. I've discovered I love the taste of pussy. A man would have to tie me down and spank my ass hard before I'd let him fuck me."

Mindi was imagining Estelle taking it up the ass in the Pretzel position when the phone rang. It was the landline, which she usually ignored. Her family and close friends always used her cell and nobody else had the right to contact her when she wasn't home. She made a mental note to give the cell number to Katrina and counted the rings until the machine clicked on.

"Hey, Mindi, it's Eddie." She grunted through the gag and rolled her eyes behind the hood. "We really miss you in the office, you know. But better times are coming and we'll be able to put you back on the payroll soon. In the meantime, please give me a call."

Someone needed to explain to Eddie that telling a girl she was laid off was not the best strategy for gaining her affection. She suspected he'd chosen her for downsizing because company policies forbade managers from dating the employees.

Eddie would love to find her like this, Mindi decided. He'd pay her back for every snide comment she'd ever made. He couldn't fuck her in this position, but he could grab her tits and shove his fat fingers in her pussy. He'd probably take off the blindfold and jerk off all over her face. She almost wished he'd drop by.

The phone rang a few more times after that and each time, Mindi speculated what would happen if the caller were in the room, discovering her like this.

She started to get impatient and wondered when the hell Katrina was coming back and what was taking her so damn long. She tugged and yanked at the ropes and tried every way she could think of to get loose. She growled into the gag and tried to spit it out, but it was too well secured. And yet, despite her frustration, and a growing need to pee, Mindi was glad the attempts all failed.

The Mistress had promised panic and terror and Mindi was disappointed when these emotions didn't materialize. She felt almost cheated. But then someone knocked at the door, called out her name, and Mindi got what she'd been waiting for.

Her friend Elanor was pounding on the door, but even more worrisome, Brianna was with her. Mindi had forgotten they were planning to come over tonight. A welcome home party had seemed so necessary, Mindi had insisted on it before she'd even left town.

"Mindi, are you in there? It's Elanor!"

"Maybe she's not home yet."

"Of course she's home. Her car is here."

"I think she took a cab to the airport. Her car's been here the whole time she was gone." Brianna was the calmest and most reasonable of Mindi's little circle of friends, but that made her even more dangerous.

"Isn't this the night? She's supposed to get back today, isn't she?"

"Yes, I'm sure this was the day."

Frantically, Mindi renewed her attempts to escape. Elanor was annoyed, and both her friends sounded a little drunk already. And sane, sensible Brianna had a key to Mindi's house in case of emergencies.

"Maybe we should wait inside," Brianna said, filling Mindi with dread and horror.

"Fabulous idea," Elanor approved. "We'll surprise her when she gets home."

Knowing it was impossible, Mindi tried to lift the table and slip the ropes off the legs. Even if she succeeded, she'd still be tied hand and foot. It was a hopeless situation, but she could not let them find her like this. 

And although the sound was off, Mindi's DVD was probably still playing. It was an especially long one, nearly six hours of extremely hardcore porn, one scene after another of women being forcibly stripped naked and raped. Her friends would be absolutely horrified by it. The video was an underground German production, and Mindi had long suspected that the rape scenes were not simulated.

The hood was wet with tears now, and Mindi could hear herself sobbing. The sounds were muffled by the gag, but still audible. She prayed her friends wouldn't hear her, but she couldn't stop herself from making the noises.

She pulled and twisted and fought, but the knots held. Her friends would find her any moment. She could hear Brianna searching her purse for the key. The two of them would assume that she'd been the victim of a crime. One would probably call the police before the other could get her ungagged to explain. Even if she had the courage to tell them the truth, she'd be in tomorrow's newspaper. Katrina might be arrested. That DVD might get Mindi arrested. At the very least, she'd lose her friends and her father would disown her.

Brianna was trying keys now. Mindi could hear them scratching in the lock as Brianna searched for the correct one. It was only a matter of minutes now. Mindi nearly dislocated her shoulder, yanking at the ropes.

On the other side of the door, Elanor was whining. "What if her plane was delayed? I am not waiting for her all night."

"Good point," Brianna said. "She might have even stayed an extra day or two. Let's call her cell before we do anything."

Mindi continued to struggle as her friends dialed. And over by the door, insider her purse, Mindi's cellphone rang.

"She's in there! Mindi! Mindi!"

At that moment, the excitement and fear overwhelmed her. Mindi was surprised into an intense and unexpected orgasm. She shook and shuddered in her bonds, moaning in ecstasy as Elanor pounded on the door.

"Shhh," Brianna said. "I think she's asleep. Mindi must be exhausted. I've met her family. Those people would piss off the Pope. Let's do this another time."

The sounds of Elanor grumbling faded as the pair walked away. Mindi sagged in relief, panting from the aftermath of the climax. As the panic and arousal receded somewhat, she noticed that she'd managed to shift the table at least a foot from its original position, but she hadn't even come close to getting free.

And she was still horny, she realized with wry amusement. That powerful orgasm hadn't been enough. The intense fear had turned her on like nothing ever had before. If that didn't prove she was destined to be a true bottom in the lifestyle, nothing ever would.

She was still musing over that, more than an hour later, when Katrina finally returned. "You put up a real fight, I see. I hope you haven't changed your mind. I really would love to train you."

Mindi shook her head in vehement protest. "Hnnh-nnh," she denied. Even with the close call, she was determined to continue. 

Mindi was stiff and sore, and now desperately in need of the bathroom, but it was still disappointing to feel Katrina loosening her ropes. Her arms and legs were released and Mindi was helped into a shaky standing position. The sleep mask and hood were removed and she squinted in the sudden brightness. Last of all, Katrina untied the panties from the gag, unbuckled the straps and removed the ball from Mindi's mouth. Mindi sucked hard on her underwear to get more of her flavour before that too was pulled from her lips. She was free. 

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Katrina asked. "Or are you through? It's not for everyone, you know."

For Mindi, there was only one possible response. She sank to her knees and begged. "Please, Mistress. Do it again."



Training Mindi Ch. 02



Katrina had gone home. But before she left, she'd invited Mindi to come over and spend the night. "Recover a little first. Pull yourself together. When you're ready, come on over. Don't use the front door. Go through the gate to the back yard. I have something special planned before we go to sleep."

Once Katrina had left, Mindi checked the time. It was nearly midnight. Katrina had informed her that she'd been in the ropes for a little over three hours. "It's a good beginning. There may come times in the future where you spend eight or ten hours tied up. If we continue on, of course."

Mindi used the restroom and cleaned herself up a bit. She picked up the clothes she'd dropped on the floor and threw them in the washer, but resolved to wait until tomorrow to run the load. She put away the dishes Katrina had washed and sent e-mails to Eleanor and Brianna, apologizing for not answering when they'd stopped by, and informing them that she might not be available for a few more days.

Mindi decided not to get dressed for her overnight stay at Katrina's. She didn't expect to be wearing many clothes once she got there, so bringing them was pretty pointless. For the walk next door, Mindi would wear her robe. 

She hurried through the chores, and as soon as possible, stepped out the back door and closed it behind her. Katrina had a spare key, so Mindi didn't bother to bring her own. Quickly, she rushed to Katrina's gate and let herself through.

Her backyard was very well-lit and much larger than Mindi's own. Katrina lived in the corner lot and there was more space to spread out. She had a good-sized swimming pool and a picnic table in the yard, and flush against the house was a huge doghouse, large enough for a Great Dane. Mindi looked around warily for a dog, but saw no signs of one.

Checking out the doghouse itself, Mindi was surprised to discover her own name freshly painted over the arched opening. Katrina must have done this while Mindi had writhed in her ropes on the living room floor. A shiver went through her to realize that this might be her bedroom for the night, and possibly for many more nights. 

Crouching down, Mindi crawled into the doghouse. There was a large, round cushion on the concrete floor and a small, red envelope on the cushion, also with her name printed on it. Opening this envelope, Mindi found a short note from Katrina. 

Mindi was instructed to take off whatever clothes she was wearing and throw them over the fence into her own yard. She was also informed that the back wall of the doghouse held a door that opened into the basement of the main house. Mindi was to come in by that door once she was properly attired.

Assuming that 'properly attired' meant her birthday suit, Mindi rushed to obey, shedding the robe and flinging it over the tall fence. She hurried back into the doghouse, but took a moment to look around before using the rear door. This doghouse had clearly been designed as a slave's bedroom and Katrina had obviously prepared it for Mindi's use, which thrilled her no end. A small shelf held a clean mug, a hot pot, and a box of tea bags. The doghouse was equipped with an electrical socket and a water spigot so that a slave could make herself a cup of tea if she wished. In addition to the cushion, a folded blanket lay on the floor near the back. 

Mindi was tempted to lie right down and sleep in her degradation, but Katrina was waiting. She found the rear door, unlatched it, and went through the low opening, into the harshly lit room on the other side. The doorway deposited Mindi at the top of a narrow, padded ramp descending along one wall into a large and wonderfully equipped dungeon. 

Shackles dangled from the bare cinderblock walls. A large wooden platform, with tall, round posts stood in the dungeon's center. It had clearly been designed for the restraint of a human form. In the back corner were two sets of medieval-style stocks, where a slave could be bent over at the waist and have her head and wrists locked in place. Connected to one wall by a hose was a shallow, stainless steel hospital tub with a shower head. Mindi's delighted eyes also made out a tall metal stand with a dangling hook, and what looked like a low, narrow gymnasts' balance beam. Mindi was in Heaven.

"Welcome," Katrina was standing by the slave platform, smiling up at Mindi as she crawled down the ramp. "We're not starting just yet, but I thought you might like to see the dungeon."

"It's gorgeous! What's the balance beam for?"

"I bend you over it and tie your arms to your legs. Then I have my wicked way with you."

"Is that what you're doing to me tonight?" Mindi's heart was pounding at the thought of it.

"Oh no. You'll be finding out soon enough. First we'll go upstairs and have a beer."

Mindi crawled to the ground level and stood up to follow Katrina up the stairs into her kitchen. "I don't really like beer" she said, but the remark was ignored until they were seated at the table with a couple of open bottles.

"I need you to relax a little. Your hands are trembling. And believe me, the next game will be much easier if you get a little buzz going first.

"I can handle it," Mindi promised.

"It will be easier for me," Katrina said.

Mindi wasn't sure how she felt about that comment, but Katrina wouldn't explain. It sounded like she was psyching herself up to really torture Mindi. That was scary and wonderful all at once. And it made Mindi remember something that had to be discussed before the torture began.

"Mistress, I'll obey you. I'll drink the beer, but.-"

"Beers," Katrina corrected. "Both of these are for you."

"I'll drink the beers. But may I say something about the safe word?"

"Yes, of course," Katrina sighed." We need to pick one, don't we? It should be a tune you can hum in case you're gagged."

"No, Mistress, please. It has to be real. You can't put me in chains and then give me the key to get out of them. I don't want a safe word. Not ever."

Katrina stared at her for a long time. Nodding slowly, she gestured for Mindi to drink up. "We'll compromise," she said finally. "You and I will trust each other. But from time to time, I may be lending you out to others. At these times, you will have a safe word. No argument. I will protect my property. It can be unique to each occasion and forgotten immediately afterward so it does not threaten my control over you. Will that work for you?"

Mindi liked the compromise and promised to use the safe words if any of Katrina's friends went too far. Grateful for Katrina's understanding, Mindi finished the beer as quickly as possible and started on the second.

Katrina watched carefully as Mindi drank. When she'd nearly finished the second bottle, Katrina opened a third and set it on the table. "Just one more," she said, laughing at Mindi's dismayed expression. "Then we'll get started."

Mindi was definitely feeling a buzz now and she wasn't even tasting the beer anymore. She was eager to know what Katrina was planning. She finished off the second bottle and quickly guzzled down half of the third.

"That's enough," Katrina said. "You're ready."

Eager to please her Mistress, Mindi pleaded to finish. "I can drink it all. I want to do this right."

Katrina nodded, smiling mysteriously. Mindi shivered a little under her gaze and in thrilled anticipation, she drank down the rest of the beer.

Katrina led Mindi back down the steps into the dungeon. Taking her by the hand, Katrina took her over to the stainless steel tub. "This is a portable hospital shower. Before anything else, I'm going to give you a bath."

Mindi was directed to climb into the tub. She did so a little tipsily, almost stumbling on the sharply sloping bottom. After the long flight, the exhaustion of travel, and nothing but soup for dinner, the beer was going quickly to Mindi's head. "Steep," she said, trying not to giggle. 

"It's supposed to be. These things are designed to drain quickly. Get in the Cradle position with your head at the low end."

Mindi tried to obey, but the beer and the uneven surface made it difficult. Katrina had to help her lower herself down into the basin.

Katrina had prepped her tools earlier and they were lying on the floor beside her. Once Mindi was settled in the tub, lying on her back with her knees in the air, Katrina knelt down, picked up two sets of handcuffs, and linked Mindi's wrists to her ankles.

"Now we are ready." Katrina reached down and trailed her fingers between Mindi's breasts. "Almost bath time. Just one or two little things left to do."

Katrina removed her hand from the tank and picked up something from the floor beside her. "Tell me, Mindi, have you ever put anything in your ass?"

"No, Mistress." Mindi's anxiety level kicked up a notch, but the beer made it a fuzzy, low-grade worry.

"Not even a finger?"

"No, Mistress."

"I can't believe some guy hasn't tried to sneak his way through your back door."

"No, Mistress. They always asked me first."

Katrina laughed at that. "Of course. You needed them to take you, not ask for permission."

"Yes, Mistress." Mindi was feeling pleasantly lethargic and relaxed, ready for anything. Having her head lower than her feet was also making her dizzy, but it was a peaceful, drifting sensation that Mindi quite enjoyed.

Katrina held up a tapered, black rubber toy for Mindi to see. "Well, I'm going to put this in your ass whether you like it or not. It's called a butt plug. I'm sure you've seen one before. The thick middle part lodges in your rectum like a cork in a bottle. It won't come out unless someone removes it. You could probably push it out, but I have a way to prevent that."

Katrina lifted a bottle of lubricant and squeezed a very generous amount out over the toy, letting the excess drip down between Mindi's legs. She used her fingers to spread it all over the plug and to massage it into Mindi's crotch. One exploratory finger ventured into the tightly puckered virgin opening, greasing the path the toy would be taking.

Mindi tensed up at the intrusion, but she gradually forced herself to relax. After some thorough probing, the finger was removed and Mindi felt the rubber tip of the toy nudging at her rear opening. She braced herself for the invasion. She was sure it was going to hurt, but she couldn't do anything to prevent the penetration, and she blessed the restraints that made her so vulnerable.

Katrina was very gentle at first. The rounded wedge was pushed slowly and gradually into Mindi's anus, and it did hurt, but Katrina was careful, making soothing, comforting noises as she inserted the plug. Patience is really just a soft word meaning iron determination and Katrina was very, very patient. Mindi's virgin bottom resisted the assault, attempting to expel the intruder, but Katrina was both committed and experienced. Little by little, Mindi lost the battle. She was opened up and forced to swallow the rude object into her tight, taboo orifice. She had vowed to herself that not one scream or whimper would be heard from her, but Mindi couldn't stop her sigh of relief when the thick bulge cleared the stretched opening and her sphincter squeezed down around the narrow protruding handle.

"Good girl." Katrina rewarded her by leaning into the tub and giving a quick, sucking kiss to each of Mindi's nipples.

But even these exquisite sensations did not distract Mindi from the feel of the rubber stopper jammed in her rear end. The thing was amazingly uncomfortable, not pleasant at all. It was almost enough to sober Mindi's mind. It was a thrilling humiliation and Mindi was very appreciative. "Thank you, Mistress," she whispered up at her abuser.

"Wanna see what it looks like?"

"Very much, Mistress." Mindi expected Katrina to use a mirror, but the Mistress surprised her by pulling a digital camera out of her pocket. She aimed it at Mindi's crotch and took several quick pictures. 

Katrina brought the camera screen to Mindi's eyes and flipped through the images. The sight of her own visibly wet pussy and the plugged up asshole just beneath was mesmerizing to Mindi. She had never really looked at herself before, and she had never even imagined seeing this view.

Her pussy was open to the camera, a clear invitation to anybody seeing it. And the small black handle emerging from her bottom had made her even wetter. It was worth it to be this uncomfortably penetrated if she could provide such a sight to someone.  

"May I have a copy of the pictures, Mistress?"

"When I print these out, you'll certainly get one of the sets."

"One of the sets?" In her alarm, Mindi forgot to address Katrina as Mistress.

Katrina didn't mention the error, but made a mental note of the lapse. It was always good to keep a list of transgressions. If she ever wanted to inflict an especially harsh punishment, a handy excuse would be available. But for now, the thought of who might see the pictures was torment enough for the novice slave.

"My old master would love to see these. Just think about that. The governor will be jerking himself off while looking at photographs of your sweetly pierced self."

Mindi could well imagine it. The beer gave her courage and she almost demanded that Katrina send him the pictures immediately. But she remembered in time that a slave did not have the right to make demands.

"As you wish, Mistress." Her voice was husky and breathless. Katrina smiled knowingly down on her.

"We'll take more pictures later. After your bath. Let's finish getting you ready."

Katrina picked up an intimidating flesh-coloured dildo and brandished it admiringly. It was almost realistic, but any man who sported that monster would send most girls fleeing in terror. Mindi nearly panicked at the sight of it. No way would that brute ever fit inside her.

But Katrina proved her wrong. She did use the lubricant, but she was not nearly so gentle this time. A vagina is designed to accommodate a penis. With enough effort, even an extra-large, artificial penis could manage the occupation without injury, especially when the pussy in question was so very wet and belonged to a woman who begged to be abused. Mindi was helpless to resist and her struggles were all in vain. The cuffs held her securely in the Cradle position while Katrina shoved the giant cock deep inside her. Front and back, Mindi was soon plugged up tight, stretched wide in both her holes.

"Two more things and we're done," Katrina told her. Mindi assumed she'd be blindfolded and gagged again, but the Mistress had something else in mind. Mysteriously, she picked up a heavy-duty plastic garbage bag and opened it up.

"Should have done this part first," Katrina grumbled to herself. Without bothering to explain, she gripped the dildo, tugged it out of Mindi, and dropped it into the garbage bag. Gripping the toy through the dark plastic, Katrina smeared more lubricant over the wrapped dildo. It looked like Bigfoot's cock covered with King Kong's condom. Then Katrina put the toy back at Mindi's entrance and shoved it into her once more. 

The dark brown plastic garbage bag looked very strange, emerging from Mindi's pussy like that. Mindi wanted to ask what the purpose of this was, but her head was spinning from sensations and alcohol and Katrina was already moving on to the next step. She picked up a side-tie bikini bottom from the floor beside her. With brisk, efficient motions, she covered Mindi's groin and the devices penetrating her, then tied the swimsuit in place. It would never meet the basic requirements of modesty as the vibrator and butt plug left obvious bulges under the fabric. But the bikini bottom would keep everything inside. The top of the garbage bag emerged from the skimpy garment and Katrina arranged this as a blanket over Mindi's body. 

Mindi was burning with curiosity, but the alcohol was affecting her a little too quickly and she was afraid she might pass out before they finished with the preparations. She really wanted to know what the purpose of all this was.

Katrina stood up and put her hands on her hips. "Okay. Looking good. But it's getting late. We'll forgo any further play until morning. I'm going to leave you like this for the rest of the night. Try to get some sleep. I'm going up to bed."

Mindi was aghast at the abrupt end of the games, although spending the night trussed up and stuffed tight did have its appeal. "What about my bath, Mistress?"

"Eager little kitten, you'll get your bath, I promise. It will be very special."

"Will I have to get drunk again?"

Katrina shook her head. "You're just a little buzzed. I didn't want you to get drunk. I only wanted you to drink the beers. But that reminds me..."

She walked to a small refrigerator Mindi hadn't noticed before and brought out a bottle of water. "Hangovers are caused mostly by dehydration. I don't think you drank enough to cause you any serious difficulties, but a couple of aspirin and some water should prevent a headache."

Mindi was helped to sit up a little. Locked in the Cradle position, she couldn't easily do it herself. Katrina fed her three aspirin from a bottle in her pocket and put the water to her lips so she could drink.

"All of it," Katrina insisted. We don't want your head hurting." Patiently, she made Mindi drink down the entire bottle, then lowered her back into the tub.

"Please, Mistress, before you go, may I be gagged again? And blindfolded?"

"No blindfold, but I'll turn off the lights. It gets pretty dark down here. The gag, however, I think we can do." She walked across the room to a large tool chest. She returned with the toy she'd mentioned to Mindi earlier, a ball gag with a protruding dildo. "We won't be getting full use of this tonight, but I like the way it looks."

Katrina held the gag in one hand and with the other, unbuttoned her pants. Peeling off the slacks, she grinned down at Mindi. "we'll have to use my panties this time."

She slipped off the bit of black lace, revealing a pretty, reddish blonde thatch of pubic hair. She wrapped the panties around the dildo gag, with the head straps running through the leg openings. Bending down over the tub, Katrina started to fasten the device to Mindi's head.

Suddenly realizing that this was her very last chance to address a swiftly-developing problem, Mindi blurted out: "I have to pee, Mistress."

Katrina only laughed and fixed the gag securely in Mindi's mouth. "Of course you do. After three beers and a bottle of water, I'd be very surprised if you didn't. Why do you think I made you drink them?"

Mindi's eyes grew very wide, realizing that this bladder pressure was to be a part of her ordeal. The thought of it was unbearable. She strained at her bonds and pleaded incoherently to be allowed to relieve herself first. Desperately, she begged through the gag, hoping to convince Katrina to relent. If she'd had a safe word, she would have used it. And yet, deep down, under the panic, Mindi knew this was exactly why she'd refused such a way out. She fully expected the Mistress to honour that refusal and leave her to her torment.

Katrina knew exactly what Mindi needed, better than Mindi herself. She lowered her slave back into the tub, made sure the plastic bag covered her up to the neck, then turned her back on the struggling captive and climbed the stairs, dangling her pants over one shoulder. Pausing at the top to turn off the lights, she called down: "Just relax. Thinking about it will only make it worse, you know. Whatever you do, don't think about waterfalls, dripping faucets, or flowing rivers. Try to ignore the urgent need and forget about how good it would feel to just let go. Enjoy your bath."

When the door closed, Mindi was left in absolute blackness. Katrina's promise that it would be 'pretty dark' was a laughable understatement. And her last remarks had made very clear the kind of bath Mindi was expected to take.




Training Mindi Ch. 02



It was a test of wills between master and slave, reinforced by the cold steel circling Mindi's wrists and ankles. The handcuffs and beers made the results inevitable. The winner was predetermined. Sooner or later, the loser in this contest would be lying in a pool of her own urine.

Katrina had planned it all out. Mindi could see that now. From rushing her through the beers to pulling the bottle of aspirin from her pocket, Katrina had obviously prepared every step of this drama.

And Mindi would be privileged to suffer the results. But even if the contest could have only one possible outcome, the willing victim was not going to simply surrender. She would resist the urge to pee for as long as possible. Ultimately, she would fail. That was a given. But Mindi would not deliberately piss all over herself until she could no longer control it.

Her position in the tub, with her feet at the highest point of the sharply sloping floor, meant that any and all liquids would collect directly beneath her head. It was almost certain that Katrina had blocked the drain. And the purpose of the garbage bag was now obvious as well. Tucked inside her, the plastic would prevent Mindi's emissions from trickling down through her legs. Instead, they would be forced to run in the opposite direction, running along the underside of the plastic, down her body, toward her face. 

Mindi tried to think of other things, but the silent darkness did not offer many distractions. It was like being in a cave. Katrina's dungeon was in a deep basement, well insulated by the surrounding earth. Mindi was trapped underground with only her own thoughts for company.

But Mindi did have one very powerful source of distraction available to her: Katrina's panties were in her mouth. The Mistress had clearly enjoyed putting Mindi through her paces, for the lace had been very wet with feminine excitement before it ever touched her tongue.

Mindi explored the shape of the gag, wrapped in the underwear. She chewed and licked at it and learned that it had a different shape and size than the ball gag she'd worn before. This one was a narrow egg shape and did not completely fill her mouth. Mindi could move it around with her tongue and wiggle the dildo protruding from her face. And she got a good taste of pussy as she played.

She recognized the flavour now, but she wasn't yet experienced enough to distinguish between the taste of Katrina and herself. Perhaps Katrina would give her a thorough education with several different Mistresses to identify by taste alone and vigorous bare-bottom spankings for every mistake. 

The thought of it had Mindi's own moisture flowing copiously. She was already in a state of high arousal from the bondage, the toys impaling her front and back, and the insistent demands of her bladder. The fantasy of having one woman after another lowering themselves to her face and tongue so Mindi could learn each individual spice was almost overwhelming.

Squirming in her restraints, Mindi discovered that she was not entirely powerless after all. Escape was beyond her capabilities, but by tensing and relaxing the muscles in her thighs, she could adjust the bikini bottom's tightness slightly, causing the thick dildo to move just a little inside her. 

It wasn't directly stimulating her clit, but Mindi was so aroused, she didn't need the direct contact anyway. The great plastic cock had split her wide open, filling her up like a flesh and blood version could never do. Mindi's poor, abused pussy was stretched out around the monster. The intensity of those sensations, combined with the obstruction in her ass, and the increasing pressure from within was more than enough. By working the toy in and out, even just that tiny little bit, Mindi brought herself to a slow, satisfying orgasm. 

She shuddered, arching her back as the climax claimed her body. The cuffs clanked and jingled as her arms and legs tensed up, vibrating with the muscle spasms running through Mindi's captive flesh.

But it left her worn out afterward. The day's events had been exhausting. She wasn't sure what the time was, but roughly twelve hours earlier, she'd been on a plane, coming back from two stressful weeks with her family. Since arriving home, she'd been bound and abused, erotically humiliated in ways she'd dreamed of for years. This final orgasm had drained away all her tension, and even the extreme discomfort could not prevent Mindi from falling asleep.

Mindi slept peacefully in her restraints for several hours. At least, she assumed several hours had passed once she woke up. It was still pitch black and she was still in the tub, cuffed wrist to ankle in the Cradle position. But she felt rested, and a little cold, as she usually did after a night's sleep or a good long nap. The most significant indication that time had passed, however, was that she was now bursting with the need to pee.

Mindi was about to lose control, there was no doubt about it. She was only moments away from wetting herself. Still, she resisted. She sucked on Katrina's panties and chewed on the ball of the gag, but that distraction no longer worked. Her bladder's urges would not be denied much longer. She flexed her thighs to shove the dildo in and out, quickly turning her desperation to arousal, thrusting her hips against the intruders. Mindi clenched her inner muscles around the toys and bit down hard on the gag.

She succeeded in bringing herself to a quick, intense orgasm. But the momentary victory cost her the greater battle. The orgasmic contractions in her abdomen opened the floodgates.

She heard the sound of liquid hitting the plastic bag and smelled the sharp, pungent odour of urine. Mindi felt the river of hot piss streaming down her body, splashing the undersides of her tits and running through the valley between them. The reeking flood poured over her neck and off her shoulders to pool under her head. It should have been disgusting. But the glorious pleasure of finally releasing it was like having another orgasm.

And it just kept going. She'd held off for so long, there was a lot of piss to get rid of. It felt so good, Mindi didn't stop even when she had reduced the pressure to manageable levels and it would have been possible to regain control of her bodily functions. There was just no point in it any more. Her hair was soaking. Her ears were wet. Her body was dripping with urine. Mindi had thoroughly pissed herself and she squeezed her internal muscles to push out every last drop.

When it was finally over, Mindi lay panting in the darkness, musing over the experience. She wasn't sure whether she'd enjoyed it, but it had certainly been exciting. She decided to take this opportunity to learn all she could, to know if this was an activity she'd want to repeat. It would be up to the Mistress, of course, regardless of Mindi's preferences, but Katrina might allow her to choose her own punishments in the future. It would be good to know whether this was one Mindi would want to beg for. There was no telling how long she'd be lying here. It would be best to spend the time productively.

Mindi lifted her head and dragged her hair back and forth like a mop through the shallow puddle. She wanted to drench every strand. To truly learn any lesson, she reasoned wryly, one must fully immerse oneself in the subject matter. Cautiously, Mindi turned her head to the side until her cheek was resting in the liquid, then did the same in the other direction, before looking out into the darkness once more. 

I've got piss on my face, she told herself, and I think I really do like it. I've never felt so dirty in my entire life. It can never be something I could do to myself, though. Somebody will have to force me. But when that happens, I will enjoy this a great deal.

And she wasn't through, she realized. Beer makes you pee a lot. Mindi had emptied herself once, but she had apparently refilled the reservoir while she was thinking, because she was again feeling the urge to go.

It wasn't urgent like before. There was no emergency. She could hold it. And this experience had given Mindi a new appreciation of the need itself. The pressure had taken on an erotic pleasure all its own.

But still, there was no longer any reason to resist. She'd already lost the contest, as she'd always known she would. Mindi lay back, relaxed, and let herself flow, savouring the stream trickling over her.

Despite the acrid scent, the warmth was soothing. And feeling somehow safe, locked up in Katrina's dungeon, Mindi drifted back to sleep.

She woke a second time when the lights came on. Her first thought was 'I slept in a urinal'. Mindi opened her eyes to see Katrina descending the stairs. The Mistress was still naked from the waist down, wearing only a short t-shirt she'd evidently slept in. Her blond hair was in a morning tangle and her eyes were still sleepy. 

But there was smug satisfaction in her smile. "Good morning! This is your 9 a.m. wakeup call. How was your bath?"

Mindi couldn't answer, except to mumble. Katrina nodded as if she understood. And perhaps she did. The Mistress did have a lot more experience.

"The first time I saw this bath," Katrina began, as she reached the bottom of the stairs, "My Master put me in a sixty-nine position with a second female slave he'd borrowed from a friend. I was lying on the bottom. Her hands were cuffed to my ankles and my hands were cuffed behind her back. He'd given us beer and water, as I did to you, and he left us alone for hours. When she couldn't hold it another second, my face was right between her legs.

"On another occasion, I was taken to a party of Masters and slaves. My name was drawn from a hat, and I spent the entire evening in the bathtub. Everyone was instructed to drink heavily and when they needed to pee, to use my face.

Katrina was standing over the tub now, looking down on Mindi. She pulled off her t-shirt and ran her fingers through her hair. Naked now, she grabbed the mast of the shower and stepped into the tub, right into the deepest part of the puddle. "I can't give you the same experiences just at the moment, but I've promised you a complete training. Depending upon whom you end up belonging to, these kinds of games may be a frequent occurrence."

Katrina stood with her feet on either side of Mindi's head. Holding onto the mast, she lowered herself to Mindi's face. Katrina positioned her pussy at the tip of the dildo gag and sank down on it with a grunting sigh, penetrating herself as deeply as possible. "And this lesson just isn't complete until someone's pissed in your face."

Her heart beating wildly with dread and erotic excitement, Mindi stared anxiously at Katrina's crotch. The Mistress' pussy was speared by the dildo, a fascinating, mesmerizing sight. The other end was in Mindi's own mouth. If she wanted, she could manipulate the toy to bring Katrina pleasure. It was an intriguing thought. But much more pressing on Mindi's mind was the other opening, the tiny hidden one just above the pussy. In moments, it would be releasing its spray of urine.

"You might want to close your eyes," Katrina suggested. And with no further warning, she poured herself on Mindi's waiting face.

There was no evading the hot stream. With the dildo buried deep in Katrina, Mindi's face was anchored firmly in place. She could not turn away or lift her head out of the way of the flow.

Mindi gasped and spluttered under the downpour, enabling the wet gold to spill through her lips, soaking the panties stuffed in Mindi's mouth. Katrina's piss did not taste nearly so good as Katrina's puss, but Mindi was forced to swallow as the harsh and acrid liquid filled her mouth.

Katrina had not spent the night locked away from a bathroom, but she had obviously prepared for this, holding back from relieving herself so as to have a full bladder to empty onto her new slave's pretty features. It seemed to go on forever. Mindi was absolutely drenched in the Mistress' piss. 

When every last drop had trickled out over Mindi's lips and chin, Katrina bounced up and down on the dildo a few times, then stood up, carefully lifting herself off the intruder. Stepping out of the tub, Katrina wrinkled up her face. "Remind me to mop down here." 

She walked over to the tool chest and retrieved a key for the cuffs. Returning, Katrina knelt at the side of the tub and unlocked Mindi's restraints. When the cuffs were off, Katrina untied the wet bikini and gently removed the plastic-wrapped dildo, dropping them to the floor beside her. The gag was removed next, but the butt plug was left in place for the moment.

"Stand," she directed Mindi, once this was done. Mindi climbed very stiffly to her feet. "Turn," Katrina said, patiently allowing for sore muscles to remember their duties. "Worship," the Mistress ordered finally.

Even knowing what it meant, Mindi didn't hesitate. This was another test, she knew. A proper slave will obey immediately, regardless of personal discomfort. A proper slave will relish every humiliation. So Mindi knelt down in the tub, put her forehead down in the pool of urine and crossed her wrists behind her back. She was not surprised to feel the handcuffs lock her arms together once more. And she almost welcomed Katrina's next command: "Find the drain stopper and remove it."

Without her hands, Mindi was forced to use her lips, teeth and tongue to accomplish the task. She opened her mouth in the collected piss and searched for the little rubber knob, identifying its shape with her tongue. Gripping it tightly in her teeth, she pulled it free. She stayed in position, still holding the stopper in her mouth, until the last of the yellow liquid swirled down the drain, and the Mistress released her.

Katrina took Mindi's hand and raised her to a standing position. She removed the drain plug from Mindi's mouth and showed her approval by kissing Mindi's wet lips and slidng her tongue between them. Finally, she reached down and pulled the anal toy free from Mindi's bottom.

"Just stand there for a minute, kitten. Let's get you cleaned up." Katrina lifted the showerhead from its mast. The bath was designed for hospital use and the nozzle was at the end of a long hose. An invalid would not have to move much since the flow could be directed as needed.

Katrina turned on a warm, gentle spray and rinsed Mindi thoroughly from head to toe. Reaching into a wire basket attached to he mast, she pulled out a sponge and a bottle of shampoo. Katrina poured a generous amount of lavender scented goop over Mindi's hair and worked it into a lather. As the excess shampoo dripped down, Katrina used the sponge to spread it over Mindi's body, soaping up her back and chest.

Mindi stood obediently as the Mistress washed her. She felt like a pampered show dog being groomed for a competition. Katrina was carefully washing away all traces of Mindi's golden bath, cleansing her entire body.

"This is also part of being a slave," Katrina said softly. "It's not always about punishment. There are also rewards. Sometimes, I'll scrub you down good and dress you up pretty. A Mistress loves to show off her belongings. And at other times, I'll just want to touch and taste. Not all of your duties include suffering."

As if to emphasize that point, Katrina leaned in to lick the water from Mindi's nipple. She pressed the sponge down into her crotch, lathering Mindi's pussy with more than just soap. The warm shower spray was aimed at her bottom.

"The pee games," Katrina said, rubbing the sponge in a circular motion over Mindi's clit, "are definitely not part of my usual entertainments. Only on very rare occasions will I subject you to them. At that party I told you about, where everybody was invited to pee on me in the bathtub, I was ordered to keep my mouth open and to swallow as much as I could. I literally lost my taste for such amusements that evening."

Katrina dropped the sponge into the tub and rinsed the soap from Mindi's body. She paid special attention to every orifice, opening each of Mindi's abused crevices with her fingers and flushing them gently with water. Finally, she held the water stream near Mindi's face so she could rinse out her mouth.

Turning off the water and hanging up the showerhead, Katrina slid her hands down Mindi's body, skimming the moisture from her skin. She helped Mindi to step out of the tub and eyed her appreciatively. "I'm going to clean up down here. Why don't you go up to my bedroom and lie down. Second floor, back of the hall, on the left. Grab a towel from the bathroom to finish drying. Don't worry about wet footprints on the way."

Mindi hesitated, unsure whether she should offer to help or not. It seemed that a slave should be the one doing the work. But a slave should also follow orders, and Mindi didn't really want to do the cleanup.

"Go," Katrina urged. "I want you in my bed when I get upstairs."

Grateful for the direct order, Mindi hurried to the stairs and went quickly up. The door at the top exited into the kitchen, the only part of the house Mindi had seen so far. Stepping cautiously into the living room, she saw a beautifully furnished house, expensively decorated. Mindi was no expert, but she believed the furniture and artwork must have cost more than the house itself. And glimpses into the other rooms showed similar luxury.

There was no time for explorations, however. And Mindi didn't want to get anything wet. She found the staircase to the second floor and rushed to obey the Mistress' orders.

It was a strange feeling to be wandering naked through an unfamiliar house. Mindi felt like a very naughty trespasser. Her nipples tightened up and a warm glow spread through her at the thought. She practically ran the rest of the way.

Mindi dried herself in Katrina's bathroom, using the hair dryer to remove most of the water from her head. Then she went into the bedroom and peeled back the blankets on the king-sized bed. Katrina obviously slept on the right-hand side, where a nightstand held a lamp, a paperback book, and an empty coffee cup. Mindi positioned herself on the opposite side. She would be the wife or girlfriend or overnight guest. She was mistress to the Mistress.

By the time Katrina arrived, Mindi was snug and cozy under the covers and was starting to feel a little sleepy. She had spent the night feeling safe and secure in her restraints. She had slept very well, even when lying in her own piss. It just hadn't been long enough. And it looked like sleep wasn't to be allowed just yet.

Katrina stood by the bed and looked down at Mindi. "You've done very well. I will accept you as my slave. We will discuss your training schedule later. I have one more task for you, then you can rest."

Mindi sat up reluctantly, accepting that her will was in the keeping of the Mistress. Katrina had a new position to teach her and it was Mindi's duty to learn. She was made to get out from under the blanket and lie on top of the bedspread. Her wrists were firmly tied to the bed frame, as were her ankles. She was spread-eagled across the bed, fully exposed and vulnerable. 

"This is the Victim Position, " Katrina informed her. "Kidnappers, serial killers, third world torturers all utilize this position to keep their subjects as helpless as possible."

Katrina went into her walk-in closet, emerging a few moments later carrying a double-ended dildo. She brought this to the bed, liberally applied lube to the entire length of the toy, and then gently slid one end of it into Mindi's pussy. After spending the night skewered by that giant penis- shaped log in the basement, Mindi easily accomodated this more realistically sized cock.

The other half of the dildo was left protruding from Mindi's crotch. As she lay there on the bed, looking down at herself, it appeared as though she had grown a penis. She marvelled at her hard-on, enjoying the masculine experience, twisting her hips against the mattress to make her newly-acquired stiffy wave back and forth.




Training Mindi Ch. 02



And her new appendage was about to get a workout. Katrina climbed up onto the bed, straddled Mindi's hips, and used her fingers to position the cockhead at her opening. Sighing with pleasure, she sank down on the dildo, impaling herself, until she was pussy to pussy with her bound slave. 

"I like girls," Katrina said, slowly moving up and down, fucking Mindi and herself with the two-headed dick. "I like the look of the female body. I like to feel those curves under my hands. I like pushing my fingers into a tight pussy. And I love the taste of girl on my tongue. But I have never understood the choice of the exclusive lesbian. How could any woman forsake the pleasures of deep penetration by a hard cock?"

Katrina's eyes were closed now, and she was riding faster, panting and moaning as she brought herself to the edge. Mindi tried to do her part, thrusting her hips upward, fucking the Mistress as best she could. Mindi was so determined to give pleasure, to fully service the Mistress' needs, her own orgasm came as a complete surprise. 

Her back arching, straining against the ropes that held her, Mindi twisted and writhed in ecstasy, the intense near-agony of overwhelming release claiming her body. And above her, Katrina was riding the waves of her own fierce climax. The two women thrust and pounded each other with their shared dildo, fucking each other hard and fast as they came.

Katrina collapsed over her slave's body. Sticky with sweat and other bodily fluids, skin glued to skin, neither woman could move for a long moment. Mindi dozed.

She was done. Used up. Deliciously abused and thoroughly drained. But the Mistress was not quite finished.

Katrina pulled herself free of the dildo and removed it from Mindi's pussy. She put the toy on the nighstand, then crawled up the bed. The Mistress wanted one more orgasm and the slave would provide. 

"Stick out your tongue," Katrina ordered. Mindi obeyed in anxious anticipation as the other woman put her knees on the pillow at either side of Mindi's head. Katrina lowered herself onto her slave's face and for the first time in her life, Mindi had her mouth on a woman's pussy.

But she was not being asked to truly perform for the Mistress. Not today. Katrina had no patience for inexperience at this moment. She merely needed to masturbate, sliding her pussy up an down over Mindi's face and tongue, humping her slave's head until she could make herself come just one more time.

Mindi had no choice but to let it happen. Tied down and helpless, with an obsessive need to be enslaved, Mindi could only choose to serve. She pressed her tongue to Katrina and joyfully reveled in her usage.

Before she'd met Katrina, the best sexual experience of her life had been provided by a drunken frat boy in college, who'd mistaken her for his girlfriend. She'd been at a party, searching for a bathroom, and wandered into some guy's bedroom. He'd been naked on his bed, stroking his cock, when Mindi had come in. 

"'Bout time," he'd said, slurring his words. The boy had grabbed Mindi, thrown her down on the bed, and proceeded to fuck her, ignoring all her protests. He'd used his body weight to hold her down while yanking her panties down to her knees. He'd shoved himself into her while she fought and struggled to free herself. But when he came, deep inside her, so had she. Somehow, the selfish, callous use of her body by someone who was focused only on his own release, coupled with the excitement only fear can provide, had created a powerful erotic cocktail Mindi had been searching for ever since.

As Katrina pleasured herself, grinding her pussy on Mindi's face, it was not surprising that the slave found herself growing aroused once more. And when the Mistress frantically tried to fuck herself on Mindi's nose, mashing her clit against Mindi's eye, rocking backward to feel Mindi's tongue on her ass, the slave found herself in the throes of orgasm once more, even without any other stimulation. 

She screamed her pleasure into the Mistress' pussy, struggling against her bonds, pressing her face even harder into Katrina's crotch as her body quivered and spasmed. She was barely aware of the convulsions happening above her or the fresh flood of moisture wetting her face. Mindi was lost in the rapture, and when it eased off, her conscious mind fled with it sending Mindi into a blissful, exhausted oblivion.

When she recovered, and awareness returned to her, Mindi discovered that her bonds had been removed. She was still lying on the bed, and a blanket had been draped over her. The taste and smell of Katrina was still powerful, and Mindi assumed that the Mistress' fluids had dried on her face. It was a heady and welcome reminder of all that had happened. 

She went searching for Katrina, but found only an envelope addressed to her. Opening it, she found a simple white card with the words, "Congratulations, slave. Your training now begins in earnest. Return to your home. Return to your life. You will be told when to report for lessons. Until then, say nothing of this. To anyone. Punishment will be severe."



Training Mom



All criticism is welcome. Hope you enjoy!

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Sophie was at her wits end with her stepdaughter Libby. Her husband, Libby's father, had died in a car crash leaving them well provided for rattling around together in a palatial home that was empty and cold without him. Libby had slipped into bad company and was drinking too much and who knew what else. It would be understandable being resented, if she had tried to take her mothers place, but Sophie had tried hard not to give that impression. Rather she attempted to be a friend rather than step mom. Being just eight years older than the girl it was difficult to take control although she had to admit it wasn't in her nature to be the one in charge. Her daughter took after her father, in a word, domineering. This uncomfortable situation demanded drastic action and so an arrangement had been made, somewhat reluctantly, to have the young woman taught self discipline for her own good. A friend of a friend had put her in contact with someone experienced in dealing with wilful teenagers of wealthy parents. The man had agreed to take on the task of taming her even though she was out of the usual age group at twenty years old.

A one-page synopsis of the problem behaviour had been emailed to the trainer, as he called himself, and with that she felt somewhat relieved that someone else was taking over the problem. The arrangement was easily kept secret from Libby as they hardly ever spoke except when she demanded money. The trainer had emailed back with instructions not to warn the girl of the arrangement. Any day now he would call and spirit her away leaving Sophie with a few weeks of peace. The expected awkward confrontation bothered her until reassured it would all happen while she was out of the house. It all seemed so cloak and dagger and adventurous, as well as it being revenge at last, leaving Sophie with a thrilling sense of anticipation. 

Saturday morning and Libby hadn't arrived home from a Friday night party, leaving the large sprawling house quiet and peaceful. Sophie had determined to make friends in the area so had joined a tennis club and was looking forward to the first lesson. Not wanting to be home when the young tormentor finally arrived she quickly dressed in tennis whites ready to go. A white blouse, short white pleated skirt, ankle socks and white trainers completed the outfit. Smart, perhaps a little too neat, but it reminded her of lazy carefree school days. 

The front door bell rang. Dropping the sports bag she dragged reluctant feet to the door expecting an ugly confrontation with Libby. The sun streamed into the oval atrium blinding her yet she could see from the dark outline of a large built man it wasn't Libby. An authoritative voice asked, "Libby?" Sophie inwardly groaned wondering what trouble the little terror had caused now. It was useless to deny she lived there for they would merely return later. 

"Yes?" The one word was all she managed to say. 

The man pointed to something behind her asking, "What's that?" She turned to look and was confused seeing nothing there. In that split second a strong hand clench both wrists behind her back. Instinctively opening her mouth to shout a protest a gag was deftly inserted and the next moment she was hauled over his shoulder. Before she could gather her wits she was bundled into a van and driven away down the crunching gravel driveway. The gravel gave way to a smooth road surface with Sophie listening intently for clues as to where they were going and what was happening. As the adrenalin rush subsided she began to think more clearly. Trussed like a chicken for the oven she could hardly move from where she had been placed in a cardboard box. This had all been carefully planed so it wasn't Libby's friends playing a prank. Then it sank in. This was her plan, going dreadfully wrong. 

Sophie laughed hysterically into the gag. The fear turned to embarrassment on realising she was going to have to explain she wasn't Libby but the mother. It was her fault as she had answered to her name at the door meaning only to confirm Libby lived there. There had been little excitement in her life so this would be something to laugh over with friends in the future. She could imagine it now, telling them how she was dragged out of her own home and the terror felt being driven away by a stranger. Being kidnapped was a rare situation to be in but as it was she who had made the arrangements, it all seemed so ridiculous. The trainer had hinted in his email this might be necessary but she hadn't imagined it to be so dramatic.

There hadn't been a chance to explain anything once they arrived. She had been expecting to point out the error and for them to share an embarrassed moment where they laughed at the mistake. Instead she had been carried over his shoulder into a barn then callously dumped into a stall still tied and gagged. On realising he had no intention of removing the gag she yelled and shook her head trying to explain through frustration and anger struggling furiously. 

"Look here Libby. Calm down. You're going nowhere. You're here to learn respect for your elders. Your parents arranged this and I'm going to train you to behave like a proper and respectful young woman. Get that into your head right now. Do you ear me?" The tall man said, speaking slowly and forcefully. 

Sophie shook her head wanting to explain he had got it all wrong. "It's no good I'm not letting you loose until you calm down. You won't get the pampering you're used to, not here. You will have to earn everything you get. You will have to earn every little thing until you value it. Your freedom, food, clothing, shelter, even the small things in life you take for granted will have to be earned. Your attitude and hard work will be the way to earn them. I'll leave you alone to think about it." He said. 

"At least the straw is fresh." She thought. Thinking about it, all that he said, applied to her too. She had experienced a privileged upbringing as an only daughter of a rich man, widowed when she was born just like Libby. Only she hadn't the same rebellious streak Libby had, she had conformed, bent to the wind. "OK." She said to herself, "Go along with it until I get the chance to explain."

He woke her with the toe of his boot keeping back, out of reach. "You calmed down now?" He asked. For a moment she wondered where she was. The smell of horses and the straw brought back the awful trouble she was in. She nodded, attempting to look calm even relaxed. 

He knew exactly what to do having been at the job a long time. Usually they were younger and had parental rights over them but this was different. This was the summer break with no one but the two of them on the ranch. Meaning there were no female staff to look after the more personal chores such as making sure she dressed and bathed as ordered. It might be an indelicate operation but he had on rare occasions dealt with female prisoners in the army so he could rely on rigid self-control to get them both through the next few weeks. In the army it had just been a job, breaking people for information. After retiring from the army he considered this was just a job, only it was well paid. He was looking forward to a second retirement with this young rich kid a last minute chore. Once it was over the new guy could take on the business.

It was no good she couldn't hold on any longer she had to let go of her bladder. In the stall she wet her panties and skirt embarrassing herself before him. "This time I'll assume you didn't do that on purpose. Next time there will be a punishment for any acts of disobedience. Did I neglect to inform you of that?" Sophie didn't look at him she merely kept her gaze to the ground while he untied her. Taking no chances he attached her wrists to a stiff leather belt then led her across the muddy yard to a shower block. "When you're clean you can dress, then eat." He informed her. 

"At last!" She thought, "The gag will have to be removed for me to eat." Eagerly she entered the concrete building where he removed the belt. 

"You can undress. The shower is easy to figure out. Don't forget, you do exactly as I say at all times." He stated flatly. A row of showerheads stuck out of one wall in the large concrete room each with a tap below it. He stood there with arms folded as though telling her he was on guard and wouldn't budge even if she could protest. 

The sooner this was over the sooner she could explain the mistake so she reluctantly stripped out of the muddy trainers and dirty clothes. Stepping under the shower she turned on the tap. Cold water splashed over her naked body taking her breath away. She would have to bend over to the floor for the soap; there were no delicate porcelain soap holders here. He wasn't looking at her but he was there making it all the more humiliating that he took no interest in her body. 

Perhaps her husband had married for money, even though he was wealthy, but her body was a prize in itself. It was a trim five foot four with firm small breasts over a flat tummy, slim shapely legs below a pert bottom. Her skin was smooth silky porcelain white, emphasised by long shiny black hair that hung down her back. Her face had the look of innocence from having had little experience of life that sometimes marked a married woman of twenty-eight. 

The towel was small, rough and thin, so unlike the soft fluffy bath towels she was used to but it did the job just the same. The gag had been rinsed of her spit and even the coldness of the shower seemed to have a deep cleansing effect. Her nipples stood at attention seemingly huge in proportion to her breasts yet she didn't notice this with all her attention focused upon the garment he handed her. It wasn't much more than a sack. With her own clothes in a soaking wet muddy heap in the corner of the shower block there was no choice, even if there had been one on offer, she pulled it over her naked body. It felt rough to her skin already sensitive from the cold water. Eagerly she followed him wanting at long last to have the gag removed.

"You will not speak until spoken to. You will say 'yes sir' immediately. Do you understand? When you have eaten we will talk, until then you will remain silent. One word and the gag goes right back on. Understood?" He told her.

Again she nodded. Sitting before the food her head was bent almost in to it as he undid the gag only then did she realise how hungry she had become. It didn't matter that it was a simple steak and fries she was ravenous. Working a stiff jaw around to regain its use she decided to do as ordered and eat first, talk later. It wasn't worth taking a chance.

Marched to his office she stood waiting while he looked through a file she assumed contained the email about her stepdaughter. "Do you know why you are here?" He asked. 

At last she could explain. "Yes, Sir!" She responded smartly. "It's a mistake." She began. He sat back in the chair with a look of resignation telling her he had heard it all before. "I'm not Libby I'm my mum I mean I'm Sophie." She blurted out in one long breath of frustration expecting him to stop her. "Its all a mistake I shouldn't be here my daughter was supposed to be here not me." She stopped speaking seeing his frown of disbelief, not knowing what more she could say. "Why, oh, why, hadn't she thought it through more clearly." She wondered why after all the time she had to prepare all she had done was ramble unintelligibly. 

"Well I've heard it all but that is a new line young lady. I guess we had better make a call. Get some reality here." He stabbed the keys reading each digit from the email. 

Passing the phone to her she heard Libby's drowsy voice answer the phone. The contact with home became so important she hardly dared to take a breath in case Libby slammed the phone down upon her. "No, listen. Just listen will you. Don't hang up. Please." In halting sentences she tried to explain the situation. She didn't know where she was but tried to explain it was a training camp and it was Libby that should be hear not her. "Please just tell him I'm you will you." It all came out wrong but she didn't think it mattered what she said Libby was still hung over. All that was needed was for him to talk to her and he would realise what had gone wrong. In exasperation she handed him the phone.

"How are you Mrs Howarth? Libby has been telling me she shouldn't be here but they all say that. It's going to be rough for a few weeks for her but I can assure you she will be returned a new person. The new Libby will be a well-behaved young lady willing to abide by your rules of the house. With experience from the many young people trained here over the years I can tell you she will be a perfect daughter. Yes. That's right. She'll be here until completely, well, until she learns to behave as a young daughter should. OK. All the best, goodbye, Mrs Howarth." 

He put the phone down gently glad to escape from the voice at the other end. "She seemed hung over does she drink much?" The trainer asked.

Sophie nodded absently with a mind numbed in shock. 

"Well that explains your drinking too much. Like mother like daughter." He said.

Taking a deep breath to protest she was cut short before a word left her lips at the sight of the gag in his hand. "Remember. You do as I say and you will get out of here, quick or slow. It's up to you. The sooner you learn the sooner you go home." Her face turned a paler white with frustration realising she was being gagged what ever happened. Her fists tightened at her sides as she ground her teeth, she almost stamped a foot. "I dare say you're not as bad as you've been painted. There's no one around for you to get into trouble with. I reckon we will make good quick progress. I guess a few weeks away from your mother will do you good." He watched thoughts cross her face wishing yet again he could read minds. What was she planning? She would have to be watched carefully. 

Doing as she was told was going to get her out of there so that is exactly what she reluctantly planned to do, with the carefully nurtured incentive that this was a rest from the tormentor, Libby. At first he was suspicious at how easy she was taking the regime of hard work, as she obviously wasn't used to even boiling an egg. Nevertheless he pushed her hard and stuck to the usual routine. At night after a long day he secured her in the room, as he too had to sleep. During the day she obeyed every command with the occasional mistake to which she submitted to a punishment detail or gave up hard earned privileges. 

The first morning she had been detailed to cook breakfast and hadn't thought she was so inept but had purposely burnt it. "Spoiling food is a shame. Do you want to lose a privilege or receive a punishment?" He asked. 

Not wanting to lose the newly earned and sole possession, a bottle of shampoo, she replied. "Punishment, sir."

Without thinking about it too much he pulled her over his knee and slapped her bottom. The short shapeless shift revealed her bare arse for a loud slap. It wasn't hard but a couple more stung, reddening her cheeks. It wasn't something he would ordinarily do but there had been little of her behaviour that gave an opportunity for a reprimand. Concerned she might walk away unchanged back to the usual behaviour riled him with the thought of failure. He would have to go hard on her to get through this pretence of obedience. When she stood up she rubbed her bottom yet still didn't protest or act out. Perhaps he had overreacted, for it suddenly seemed inappropriate as he reminded himself she was twenty years old not some young teenager. Still, she was here for a reason and when she left this place she would be a well-behaved individual.

For six weeks he pushed her hard until she would obey almost before he gave the order. Sometimes it was the fact of not having to take responsibility for anything or anyone that drove young people into delinquency or maybe they were just mean. The trainer didn't care what it was he only knew this one was ready to go home. He was tired of this place and needed a break so right there and then he decided to drive her home. 

It was dark by the time they arrived and as usual there was no conversation except to give orders. In the driveway he turned the panel van keeping an eye on her until the front door was opened. He drove away not wishing to meet the rich bitch that opened the door or perhaps it was a servant, either way he had been paid and was longing to go fishing.

"Well your back!" Libby exclaimed. After the strange phone call six weeks ago she had broken into her mothers computer and read the emails. At first she had been livid at the idea this woman had the gall to make this secret arrangement for her to be incarcerated into a training camp for wayward teenagers. Reading the weekly reports from the trainer with glee; imagining her mother having to shower in cold water, chop wood, cook, clean and all the other detailed menial tasks had been a sweet revenge. 

He had even reported putting her over his knee; being an honest man. This had been such a deliriously entertaining idea she had to share it with friends. The report had recommended keeping the young woman on a strict reign keeping the regime up as much as possible in case she slipped into bad habits again. Libby had re-read each report finding it fascinating that all this had been planned for her. Friends pointed out that having an obedient mother would be a great convenience that must be taken advantage of. They suggested parties and an unlimited allowance but she had told them to hold off until they saw what happened on her return.

"Yes, sir." Sophie replied automatically. Hardly daring to think the reports were true Libby was determined to test her out. The maid and gardener had been given time off leaving space to experiment with this new relationship. "I want to eat. You had better prepare something." She ordered. The meal was simple but it didn't mater Libby was on a high drunk with power. "Fetch me a drink." Whatever she said all her mother would do was say, "Yes, Sir." Libby decided to change that. "You will call me mistress." After a couple of drinks she wondered what to do with this new slave as she stood waiting eager to please. "My shoes need cleaning." She said for nothing better came to mind. It was a surprise that she hadn't taken them away rather she knelt at her feet polishing them with the hem of the white skirt. "You can stay there." So Sophie spent the evening fetching and carrying out errands or kneeling at Libby's feet. 

Next morning Libby felt like a child at Christmas wanting to play with a new toy. Uncharacteristically she was up early enough to catch Sophie looking through her wardrobe. "That's OK. I'll choose something for you to wear." She told her. Sophie remembered last night with shame but after a good night's sleep the spell had been broken and she gathered enough confidence to speak out. 

"I don't think." She began.

"That's right you don't." Libby rounded on her. "What do you think my father would have said about what you had planned for me? Being kidnapped and treated like that. If he could read those reports what would he think of you then? Did you enjoy bending over that man's knee having your bare arse spanked?" Libby produced a ball gag from her dressing gown pocket holding it up in Sophie's face. "Any more from you and you'll be wearing this." She said, bristling with indignation. 

Sophie bent her head, all she could say was, "Yes, mistress." Her eyes had been as wide open as her mouth in astonishment then tightly shut with fear. Perhaps she could bare this until Libby became bored with the game. After all what did she expect? At least they were spending time together and she hadn't actually kicked off as usual. Until the effects of that strict training wore off it seemed easier to just go along with this unexpected discomfort.




Training Mom



"I like that gown. It's pure silk isn't it? Take it off. The underwear too." Libby felt she was towering over the woman hunched over subdued, seeming to shrink down all the more at being naked. Casually looking through the wardrobe she tried to think what would be suitable for this humble servant. Something demeaning was needed to keep her in place. It suddenly occurred to her. "Of course, what you need, its obvious, a cheap nylon maids uniform. "Follow me." On the floor above were attic rooms furnished for the maid but at the foot of the stairs she stopped. The young woman strode purposefully back to her room with Sophie scurrying behind anxious to have something to cover her naked body. Disappearing into her own walk in wardrobe she began rummaging for something. With a grin spread across her face Libby found it abandoned and forgotten, emerging triumphant with a crumpled piece of material. "This will do for you." She said, dropping it at Sophie's feet. 

Pulling it into shape she found it was a child's nurse's outfit consisting of a cotton dress with a little cap and apron. Libby was busy cutting off a red cross from the apron and cap. The dress was a tight fit but she had lost some weight while away and managed to squeeze into it. The material was thin but gave a little. While she tied on the apron and fitted the cap into her hair Libby rummaged for something else. Black stockings were an obvious accessory and a pair of little girls' frilly white knickers too. Attempting to roll the tight dress up her thighs to get the knickers on Libby became impatient. "Stop it you'll split the dress. They'll show through anyway. I can't wait all day. Come on I want my breakfast." The dress would have been difficult to walk in with it hugging her body like a sheath but it was so short it hardly covered her thighs. As much as it hugged her bottom so to her breasts were tightly embraced, squashed up into a deep cleavage ready to pop out. There didn't seem to be room for underwear and none was offered anyway.

Being served breakfast by Sophie in this ridiculous get-up satisfied Libby more than the first idea of a maids overall. Having her clean the kitchen and perform every menial task thought of, was satisfying, but she wondered what else to do with her. The front door bell chimed and before she could tell her to see who it was she noticed the look on Sophie's face. Dressed, as she was, the thought of someone seeing her brought out a look of dire dread. It was so amusing to see the imploring expression that she couldn't resist. 

"Off you go. It won't be anyone you know, you don't have any friends around here." She said, rubbing it in that there would be no saviour to this ill treatment. Walking back into the dinning room ahead of three young people the embarrassment was richly etched upon a stricken face. "Hi. Dawn, Paul. Nice to see you and you too Ricky." They stared at Sophie until she left the dinning room when they grouped around Libby with exited grins on their faces. "Don't say a word. Just try and act casual. OK! Just don't call her Mrs Howarth or mother!" She whispered. They giggled attempting to suppress their laughter trying to calm down. 

"What do you call her then?" Dawn asked.

Libby was stumped for a moment. "I hadn't thought of that. I just order her around." Again they laughed and wondered if she could hear them. "Have you had breakfast? It doesn't matter I just want to show her off." Libby told them. She went to fetch her new toy eager to show it off. Behind her Sophie meekly followed dreading what was to come. They ordered cool drinks vying with each other to think up something that took the most effort for their servant to prepare. The dress was riding up as she fetched and carried each time the young men wondered if her nipples would pop out as she tugged at the hem. The thin material revealed the outline of her body clearly showing she wore no underwear, especially when passing through the light streaming through the French doors. The young men appreciated the outfit and Libby was put out that she was losing their attention. 

When their obedient servant splashed a fresh fruit cocktail over Paul, Libby reprimanded her severally. Eager to make amends she quickly bent to the task of rubbing his trousers with a napkin, which he obviously enjoyed with the amusement spreading a contorted look of pleasure across his face. From where Ricky was sitting he couldn't help but see up her dress with his face turning red with embarrassment though he carried on staring mesmerised at the sight of her nakedness. Every time she bent forward he had a glimpse of swollen lips pushing between her thighs. "What do you think you're doing?" Ricky looked away embarrassed as Libby came over to them. "Not you Ricky. This slut. Look at you. Slut!" Libby fumed. "You need to be punished for that exhibition. Do you remember the punishment you received from your trainer?" Libby asked. 

Sophie furtively looked around the room intuitively knowing they too had read those humiliating reports from the trainer. So now she knew why they had so easily taken part in the abuse. She just couldn't bring herself to say a word in defence while all the time nervously pulling at the back of the dress trying to cover up the thoughtless action of revealing herself to Ricky. It had been so foolish to bend over Paul but couldn't stop from rubbing him or think of anything but pleasing him, making amends for the mistake. The training had been as good as the trainer promised. 

Looking at Libby she pleaded with her eyes not daring to speak. Her face plainly revealed she knew what was being suggested and it was plain she wanted to say, "Please, not here, not now!" Wanting to appease Libby she simply answered. "Yes, mistress." 

"What was the punishment?"

"Spanked, mistress." She said quietly.

"Speak up. What was your punishment, slut?" Libby asked, enjoying the obvious anguish of her mother squirming before her and her friends.

"I was spanked, mistress." Wanting to appease her, Sophie was willing to bear the shame and say anything, however embarrassing, just so it would stop, allowing her to slink back to the kitchen. 

"So what is your punishment to be now?" Libby goaded her.

About to yell out in protest she bit her lip. "A spanking mistress." With Libby prodding her back she slowly slipped over Paul's lap until she could feel his bulge throbbing tight against her belly. The little dress was up over her hips revealing everything to them all. Wanting it to be over with she felt the seconds agonisingly filled with the pain of disgrace. Paul was unsure but with Libby gesturing silently to him with hearty air slaps he lifted his hand for a testing swipe at the naked bottom posed before him. The sound was a proper thwack filling the silent room with its strangeness. The second was more confident and stung his hand, which he guessed, her too. By the time he had assumed some confidence it was over. His hand had come temptingly close to touching her between the legs only everyone was intently watching every stroke.

Thankful it was over she stood pulling at the hem of the little dress. Paul noticed her hard nipples staring back at him through the thin fabric, which was being stretched over them each time she pulled at it. "Ricky now." Libby demanded. Demurring from this new threat she backed way having assumed that was it. The word 'why' hung between them, after all hadn't she already been punished, it wasn't fair. "For showing yourself off to Ricky like a slut. Over." She said, pointing to the waiting lap. 

Ricky needed no further prompting; he slapped the bare cheeks ignoring his stinging hand relishing the marks on her bottom. Too much Libby thought and called it enough. Before she slipped off his lap he managed to slide his fingers across her swollen lips hoping no one noticed.

"Now come here." Libby demanded. Without another word she pulled the errant servant over her lap and spanked the already red cheeks. Her mother squirmed more in shame than pain. "That's for letting me down in front of my guests. In future you will be an obedient and careful servant. Get another drink for Paul. No don't pull your dress down leave it where it is. We will all be reminded of your stupid behaviour and you will be too." Libby ordered her. They admired her red bottom as she ran from the room. 

"Wow!" Ricky exclaimed. "I've just spanked Mrs Howarth's bottom." They laughed nervously not expecting the game to go that far but it did conclusively prove Libby had her under control as the trainers report had promised.

"Well, it's weird for me too. I had never imagined spanking my mom." Libby admitted with a shrug. "This is revenge for all those times we were grounded or made to do stuff. We can all get our own back on parents through her." Libby told them. They nodded thoughtfully though the guys were thinking of something completely different form the girls. They would like to take it out on her all right.

Paul sat in shock quietly contemplating what he had just done, then spoke up. "It looks as though you've found her a name. Slut." He explained, to their blank looks.

Dawn had silently encouraged them but now she broke in. "Did you notice how excited she was? Slut seems appropriate." Libby looked at her a moment then it occurred to her too. It was obvious. She hadn't noticed, being distracted by the sheer audacity of what they had done to her. When she returned with a drink they keenly looked over her body only now noticing the hairs between her legs glistening and her nipples pointing hard through the thin fabric. "You're a lewd slut." Libby commented gleefully. "I've decided from now on your name will be Slut. What do you say to that, Slut?" 

"Yes mistress." Sophie quavered.

"What is your name, tell me."

"My name is Slut, mistress." Sophie replied with a suppressed sob. So they had guessed at how excited she had become by all this attention to her body. It had been so long since having sex she had unknowingly grown frustrated. Suddenly her mind and body had been bombarded with overwhelming feelings from their teasing and furtive touching so now it was impossible to control her body's natural or maybe unnatural reaction. Woefully she felt it an appropriate name bringing home the state she had been reduced to.

With Libby's mother walking around bare assed the lad's conversation lapsed every time she entered the room so Libby decided to do something about it. She had caught sight of Ricky furtively sliding his hand between her thighs but said nothing wondering what to do about it. Strangely Sophie hadn't flinched from him or indicated anything was amiss. "OK. Lets see if we can find something for this Slut to wear. It will be like playing at dressing our dolls like we used to." Libby said with a snigger. The lads were delighted on realising they were to be included, like teenagers excited at the prospect of a daring illicit game. Off they went upstairs chattering to each other heading for the bedrooms with Sophie in tow and Ricky following keenly watching every movement of her bottom.

At first she had thought there was to be some respite to the assault upon her body having heard she was going to be dressed but the humiliation continued. Standing naked before the young men while the young women argued over how to dress her left her feeling more aroused bringing with it a deeper shame. The way the lads were looking at her body it was important Libby got this game out of her system as quickly as possible. Their relationship could return to the usual stand off with neither intruding into the others life and she could put this stupid episode behind her. Until then she would have to endure the torment, after all it was her fault she was in this predicament.

Her hair was spiked with gel, the make-up a heavy black with a false safety pin through one nostril to complete a Goth look. A bin bag from the kitchen was serving as a dress tightly revealing every curve of her body. The girls could see it would be a torture for her not to wear underwear leaving her looking as lascivious as before. A pair of black platform shoes left her wobbling with every step to the car. A visit to the mall for a shopping trip with her daughter hadn't been dreamed of especially this nightmare trip. Shoppers were avoiding looking at her though some couldn't help themselves. At least no one would recognise her under the lavish make up, it was as though she could display herself while in disguise. With all responsibility stripped away she felt free to recklessly exhibit her body in this familiar public place. 

"Hi, guys." Libby greeted a group of rough looking teens. Strolling through the mall was one thing but being confronted with a bunch of wild looking teenagers brought the danger of the situation into stark reality. How should she react? She couldn't expect them to treat her like a responsible parent looking like this so what could she do if they got out of hand? "This is my cousin." Her daughter had introduced her as 'Slut' to which she nervously smiled just in time refraining from offering them her hand to shake. They nodded and grunted attempting to take her sensuous look casually, not quite succeeding. 

The leader of their gang had to reassert him self, telling her. "You seem pleased to see me." He said, looking directly at the engorged nipples stretching at thin black plastic to almost breaking point. They laughed and gathered round for a closer look making out to pinch them with ribald remarks until a nudge pushed a hand onto her breast. Unable to step away in the awkward shoes they took advantage of her confusion to pinch and squeeze them pushing Sophie to the limit of endurance unable to believe what was happening. Right there in a public mall where she had once calmly shopped these young men were mauling her body.

Libby intervened, telling them, "I told you her name was Slut and it suits her don't you think." They laughed loudly with more suggestions as to how she could live up to the name. One of them suggested she join them as their gang slut. "I'm sure she'd love to." Libby said without a trace of humour. 

Sophie near fainted at the thought of her daughter giving her away to these rough looking teenagers. They became more emboldened by their own excitement. Paul caught her but couldn't prevent her sliding to the floor where she bumped her bare bottom. "What a hairy bush you have Slut." One of them said, which at least kept the rabble quiet for a moment while Paul lifted her to her feet. Ricky at last responded by taking hold of one arm then pushing at them telling them to leave her alone. A tussle for possession started with the younger men winning leaving her winded amongst scrabbling hands and arms being slowly dragged deeper into their group. 

The fear of being hauled away to their lair like some trophy was real, made all the more serious being named Slut. They already expected her to live up to the name. One of them cupped her bare bottom in his hand a finger crawling closer to her hole. Desperately needing to pull away she found it impossible to move without falling off the high platform shoes. Then it occurred to her it was the training that held her back. These young men would order her around like a slut and she would obey. She looked at Sophie with a pitiful look, a tear decorating one cheek.

A security guard appeared out of nowhere parting them like Moses, telling them to move on. "I might have guessed a female would be the cause of trouble. Get off home before I call the cops." He told the gang. Taking in the expensive clothing and jewellery of Libby and her friends, he told them, "Get off home you four. Your parents won't want to see you taken home by the cops. You kids! I guess your parents wouldn't give a damn but I do. Whatever your up to, do it somewhere else. And take trouble with you." 

"My god!" Sophie thought. "I've been ordered away with these delinquents."

Libby spoke up emphasising her classy accent. "She's with us." 

"Is she really with you?" The security guard took a hold of Sophie's arm. "Well, don't hang out with that rabble. You get home and get some clothes on. You do as this girl tells you or your be in trouble." 

"Oh! Thank you Mistress. I promise to behave." Sophie gushed. "I'm so sorry." She apologised, still in shock from the gangs' molestation and her stimulation to it. Thankfully they had been oblivious to her excitement. 

The group laughed at the sincerity of Libby's mother scrabbling to please. The black plastic bag dress was now ripped leaving even less to the imagination while she scrabbled to hold it together. Trembling with thoughts of what might have happened if he hadn't intervened she kept close to them walking through the mall. In a quiet corner by the entrance to the parking lot a grimy storefront loomed up before Sophie. She hadn't managed to calm herself enough to hear their mischievous conversations so missed what was in store next. 

"Hi, Judy. Yah! Long time no see. She could do with your special beauty treatment. A facial, the works, give her a treat. OK!" Led away to a cubicle she was told to strip off what remained of the bin bag. The hefty woman gave no option but to do as she was told though it sounded as though she was at last being given a treat after all that mistreatment. She had always enjoyed being pampered at a beauty salon and although the paper towel over the massage table was less than she was used to the woman's strong arms looked business like. On seeing the only garment she had screwed up in disgust and dropped into a bin by the woman hardly mattered for the girls had said they would be back from shopping to collect her. Perhaps the scary gang had sobered Libby up to become more responsible and would return with something respectable.

The pain was a sharp unexpected shock opening her eyes wide from what she had thought was a light trim of her pubic hair. She had clamped her eyes shut in embarrassment when the woman, without a word of explanation, had started to trim the hair between her legs. Never having experienced a wax treatment she was totally unprepared. So the torture was to continue. 

"Judy I'm back. How's it going? Well look at that. I bet that hurt." Libby laughed smugly. "We couldn't decide what to get or what size she is so we'll have to take her for a tour of the mall. Where's her dress?" 

It was held up between Judy's fingers in an arm outstretched to indicate its offensiveness, having become nothing but a scrap of crumpled plastic. Sophie looked at it flutter back into the rubbish with a look of disbelief that not only had she lost this inadequate covering she was without even her pubic hair for protection. What humiliation was she to suffer next? Was she expected to walk around the mall completely naked without even a hair as a shield? Libby silently pointed to a photo pinned to the wall while looking Judy in the eye for them to share a knowing smile. The woman's beloved artistic skill was in demand. 

In trepidation Sophie only just let them shepherd her out of the store with the promise they weren't going to tour the mall for clothes after all. Catching sight of her body in the smoky glass of the storefront she almost believed she was dressed. The body paint presented the illusion that she was dressed in a black leotard with a shirt over it. It was funny to think she looked more decently dressed than when in the bin bag while now she was completely naked with even her nether lips bare. Her hair had been washed out and the make up was almost normal. When they pulled up in the old down town area of nightclubs Libby had to pull on a nipple to get her out of the car. It was dark but walking the streets naked was pushing her too far. Libby and her friends didn't think so. Keeping her head bowed not wanting to see if anyone noticed how vulnerable she was it suddenly occurred to her the others weren't around. Frantically looking up and down the street she saw them leaning out the car laughing at her, a block away on the other side of the street. To get back to what little security they provided in the car, she would have to cross in the full glare of headlights and street lamps. 




Training Mom



Taking a closer look at the surroundings she let out a whimper. "No! You evil devils!" On both sides of the street were hookers parading, trawling for men. Before she could move back into the shadows she was dazzled when caught in the glaring headlights of a cruising car. Not seeing them but hearing the raucous shouts it was obviously a bawdy group of men, out on the town worse for wear, even this early in the evening. From the comments she learnt that not only had her daughter betrayed her but so had her body. The body paint had been applied well but her labia had opened up to display a clearly contrasting pink colour. The nipples had grown out through the paint with a matching redness commented on by the rough men in embarrassing detail. She watched as though it were a movie unable to comprehend the appalling reality of these strangers leaning from the convertible meaning to haul her aboard. They thought she was just another hooker audaciously naked, obviously ready for anything.

The two young men grabbed her arms and swung her away into their car idling behind the convertible, where she fell arse up onto the back seat. Teased all day, sacrificed to strangers, until at the last moment her tormentors had saved her, she collapsed from the overpowering torrent of emotion. It was a shock that the building sexual tension had left her wanting to be taken away by those strangers. 

"Did you see that?" Dawn exclaimed, as Libby turned the car sharply to speed off in the opposite direction. "The Slut stepped toward them. She was actually going to go off with them." Ricky wasn't listening to the expressions of disgust rippling between the two girls up front, for over his lap he had a naked woman glistening wet with excitement. Paul was completely oblivious to anything else while engrossed in the feel of her breasts, alternately pinching the nipples and cupping both tits hanging down into his hands. 

Ricky had explored the female form before, furtively under a skirt in the dark, though never like this in plain view. Probing inexpertly he delved into soft flesh eliciting an occasional murmur of approval until learning how to maintain a constant sound of pleasurable moaning from the prone woman. It wasn't far to the Howarth residence but Mrs Howarth had reached her journey's end, for at last she had come after a day of sensual torment. Ricky wiped his sticky fingers in her hair being considerate enough not to stain the Mercedes upholstery or his expensive clothes. Sophie brought herself together on hearing the crunch of tyres on gravel knowing this was home and safety, almost. The humiliation of having these young men fondling her and bringing her to an orgasm was bad enough but knowing how much she had needed it was too much to bear. She scrabbled from their laps eager to reach the relative security of her home.

Before Sophie could scurry away upstairs she was brought to a halt. "Stop right there, Slut!" Sophie bellowed. "You are just a shameful whore. Just look at you." Made to stand before them she hung her head in shame. The other three laughed at her state of excitement, partly in embarrassment, for the lads knew they had contributed to it and hoped they wouldn't be found out. "What were you doing behind my back?" Libby was looking at the smudged body paint almost erased from both breasts as well as between her legs. Sophie felt a slight stickiness between her thighs and groaned. How could they make her stand there naked while talking about her body so horribly? "It's obvious what you guys have been doing to her. From now on no touching, OK! You can look but don't touch. Guy's for pity sake you can't finger fuck my mom. It's just not right." Sophie was weak with shock for it was right she had become so depraved as to let her daughter's friends play with her body. It didn't matter that they had driven her to desperation, it was just so wrong.

Libby kept her mother on a tight reign all week, as advised by the trainer, to keep her in the state of submission she had been reduced to. Keeping her out of the way when anyone called, when the gardener or pool man was around, she managed to keep the secret of possessing her own mother as a servant. The maid was paid off for Libby kept her mother busy all the while with chores, which she gradually learnt to competently complete under the threat of a spanking. On spoiling a meal or missing something she would find herself over her daughters knee, which was incentive enough to do as she was told. 

To keep her friends in on the game she would allow the lads to spank her and ignored their surreptitious fondling of the new maid. Dawn enjoyed having the one time parent fetching and carrying for her too. It was convenient to have her phone parents with the excuse they were staying over when they toured the clubs into the early hours. Everything seemed to be working out well. The checks were signed and Libby now had her mothers allowance from the estate as well as her own to play with.

"Dawn guess what!" Libby squealed with delight. "John has asked me to his parents beach house for a couple of weeks. No! They won't be there. It'll be just us two and a few friends. Guys and their girlfriends! You know what that means don't you? He wants me to be his girlfriend." Libby gushed. Dawn was a little jealous that she hadn't been invited and that it was John of all people. They both had a crush on him in school but then who hadn't. 

"What are you going to do with her?" Dawn asked. "You can hardly take your mom along with you." 

Libby let out a groan. Having someone dependent upon you had become a nuisance over the last few weeks. If she had thought about it the role reversal would have been poignant to their relationship, having learnt some responsibility over the past few weeks. Libby looked at Dawn. "Please! Oh go on. You can do it you'll have fun. You know you enjoy ordering her around." Libby implored of her friend. 

Dawn looked at Sophie and asked. "Will you obey me while she is gone?"

Sophie had stood quietly trying not to attract attention. As usual dressed in a rough nylon maids overall, without underwear, leaving her feeling vulnerable to their criticism and punishment. This was the first Sophie had heard about this and was so pleased to hear her tormentor was about to leave she would agree to anything. "Yes mistress." She replied without hesitation.

"You had better do as you are told or there will be trouble when I return. Do you understand, Slut?" Libby growled at her.

"Yes mistress." She replied dutifully, hiding her face from the two young women in case they read her thoughts. With only Dawn here she would have a chance to shake off this ridiculous subservient demeanour. Without Libby's continuous reinforcement of that intense training regime it wouldn't take long to get back to normal. "Oh what a surprise you are in store for young lady." She thought, trying hard not to reveal upon her face the glee she felt.

With last minute instructions and a list of chores, Libby sounded like a housewife leaving her child with a neighbour. Sophie just stood with head bowed feeling inadequate as her daughter reeled off directions for her care as though she weren't there. "Just go will you!" Dawn told her. "I'll look after everything. Have a good time with John." 

"One more thing. Don't let her out of your sight, especially when the boys are around. I don't want to come home to find my mom pregnant!" Libby told her. The serious frown turned to laughter as they both realised how outrageous it sounded. On leaving the house she put all such worries behind her and set off for the beach with nothing more than the clothes she wore and a bikini.

Taking a deep breath Sophie prepared to declare some rules upon this unwelcome house sitter, rather different from those enjoyed recently by the young harridan. After all she had better make it clear from the beginning she ruled here. It was her home and she was the adult responsible for it. 

Before she could make a sound Dawn poked her with a finger saying. "You heard what she said, Slut. You will do as your told, as promised! You will be punished for mistakes, think on that. Don't think you're in for an easy time, Slut. I'm in charge now so hop to it when I speak. Do you understand?" Dawn said, bombarding Sophie with words with the force of a cold shower. 

Sophie shuddered under the force of emotional language caving in, submitting completely, to buy time. All she could do was reply as trained, "Yes, mistress." 

"Get me a drink and a sandwich. Hop to it, Slut." Dawn shouted in her ear. As Sophie turned Dawn slapped her arse as an incentive. "Some of those bacon flavoured chips too." She added to the scurrying servant. 

In the kitchen Sophie was busy preparing a quick meal holding back tears welling in her delicate hazel eyes, hardly able to see what she was doing. All ideas of escape had evaporated on finding the training had become more ingrained than anticipated. Instead of making her own demands she had capitulated completely to Dawn's fierce onslaught. Tidying herself before entering the dining room she dutifully carried the tray careful not to spill anything. Watching Dawn consume the snack provided a moment of reflection. If this young woman so easily brought her to such a sate of submission did it mean she was as vulnerable to the two lads? Was this what her daughter had meant by needing to be watched? Remembering how naughty she had been in the back of the car a week ago left her shivering. If Dawn left her with those two would Sophie's scandalous prediction come to pass? It didn't bear thinking about. She desperately needed protection even if it meant bowing and scraping to this young woman until her daughter returned.

Next day Sophie paid careful attention to Dawn's demands yet still found her self being chastised. "That overall needs changing. Follow me Slut." Dawn said. Wearing a little skirt and top without underwear was more embarrassing as it made her look and feel even more like a young sister, not the mature woman she had been a few weeks ago. When the doorbell chimed she dreaded opening it to the two young men knowing they would take full advantage of her daughters absence. To her surprise they sent her to her room where she sat wondering what they were planning hoping it wouldn't involve her.

Sounds of activity reached her from down stairs, which surely couldn't mean they were throwing a party, as they would have made her do all the work. Soon she was to find out when Dawn entered the room. "We are having a visitor. No one you know. You will do as you're told as usual, Slut. Just in case you have an idea of escape or wriggling out of here this will remind you I'm in charge." Dawn said, waving an evil looking cane around. "Bend over Slut." She said.

"No Dawn, please. I'll be good, honest. I'll do exactly as I'm told." Sophie pleaded. There was the sound of the cane thrashing her cheeks, once, twice then nothing. She had expected more, was this hesitation part of the torment. 

"Now listen carefully. This is what you will do." Dawn said.

Summoned into the lounge she immediately noticed a stranger sitting and talking with Dawn. No sign of the lads. Embarrassed that a complete stranger should be included into this sorry game she kept her head down wishing it to be over as quickly as possible. "This is Barbie, Mister Roberts. Say hello, Barbie." Dawn said.

"Hello, Sir." She said. 

"Your cousin has told me your father wants you to learn to play the piano. She has also told me you are a rather wilful young woman. It is better to get it right from the beginning so I must tell you I don't take nonsense from anyone. You are here to learn and I am here to teach. Lets get started." The teacher told her. Inwardly she groaned for here was yet another strong character determined to dominate her. Perhaps she would have been better off left with the lads after all.

"What's the matter?" He asked. "Sit down and lets get started."

"I can't sir." Sophie complained.

"What's wrong with you girl?" He said, already showing impatience. 

"I'm afraid she's been caned Mister Roberts. Her father is very strict." Dawn volunteered.

"Well she can't play standing up." He said. . "Here's some ointment, perhaps that will help." Dawn offered. On cue Sophie bent over his knee where upon the teacher jumped almost shaking her off his lap. Instinctively he prevented her rolling onto the floor with a hand grabbing a bare cheek. 

"I can't do that." He said, all the while looking down at her bare arse. 

"Please, sir. It stings." Sophie said, hoping to sound pathetic and genuine enough to please Dawn. He hesitated a moment until reassured by both women. He attentively applied a little of the cream. "That feels better already." She cooed. He had little choice looking down at her smooth white cheeks but to rub it in, his hands working deeper of their own accord. Encouraging the movements with little moans they became more erotic as he found the magic button. There was no need to act she came noisily arching her back for more of his fingers.

Sophie slipped off his knees to scurry away in shame back to her room. Dawn brought Mister Roberts a large cold Scotch on the rocks, which he accepted in a shaking hand, gulping it down in one. "You had better take a look at this Mister Roberts." Dawn said. The large screen television showed in stark detail Sophie bending over his lap legs spreading wider as fingers manipulated her soft cheeks. Mesmerised by the image, hardly noticing the rapt attention playing upon his own face, he watched unable to keep up with these fast changing circumstances.

Dawn handed him another drink still careful to keep out of shot for the lads were still videoing him with a hidden camera. Waiting for it to sink in she was amused at the expressions crossing his face from sexual tension to shock now fear. "What have you done? Why?" He asked. The picture went black.

"The video will be carefully edited and distributed to, well, lets think." She teased watching his mouth working like a gold fish, unable to find words. "Your family, friends, neighbours, colleagues, boss. Will that list make you pay attention?" She said emphasising the word pay. 

"I'll, I'll." He said. Not finding anything to say he threw the second Scotch down his throat. 

Dawn didn't laugh wanting to preserve the seriousness of the atmosphere, wanting to punish. He had forced her to play the piano every Saturday and Sunday for months and here she was at last in a position of power over him. Money wasn't what she wanted but that would be a start until the rest had been thought through. As she shut the door upon his retreating back she shouted, "I'll be in touch."

Libby flounced into the lounge loudly complaining, "That was a complete disaster! He only had me there to make his latest girlfriend jealous. Your looking moody what's up? Get Slut I need to take it out on someone. Mind you I played a little subversion myself. The bitch won't be speaking to him again. Where's Slut?" 

Dawn looked dolefully at her friend handing her a note. Libby was silent and still for once. "We went out. I, we were bored. We went to a club. I tied Slut to the bed before we went. How was I to know this would happen?" Dawn said, waiting for her friend to explode upon her with fierce words. 

"You left her alone. How could you? I told you to watch her, to look after her. She's been kidnapped. My mom is out there somewhere with strangers, helpless. Who knows what they are doing to her." Dawn said. Clenching the note tight in both fists she asked. "What's this about a video tape?"

"They want me to bring the video. The one the guys and me made. I guess they mean to exchange it for her." Dawn said in a gush. Dawn slowly turned staring at her with a cruel mean look. Dawn haltingly explained the trick they had played on the music teacher.

"I can't trust you to make the swap. Hell knows what they're getting her to do. In that state she can't refuse anything. You've seen that. I've got to get her back." Libby said, staring intently at the piece of paper. It was her mom who signed the cheques so there was a practical reason apart from a sense of responsibility she had acquired over the last few weeks. What would happen if her mother mysteriously disappeared with her as sole beneficiary to the estate? A lot of awkward questions would be asked with nothing but embarrassing answers. "I've got to get her back. Where is that tape?"

Dawn plunged her hand down the back of the sofa pulling it out. Displaying a pallid smile she hoped it was in some way placating her friend. 

"So where are the guys?" She asked. 

"Oh. They disappeared off home last night. They saw nothing of that note, just the tape." Dawn said.

Libby was too furious to be afraid as she drove out to an unknown address, alone. In the mailbox was another note detailing another address, this one out in the country. Pulling up outside a large old-fashioned ranch house furry took her onto the front porch and up to the front door. Hearing heavy footsteps approaching she became nervous. Alone in the middle of nowhere it became obvious how reckless she had been. 

"Come in." The tall man said. 

Anger reasserting itself she stepped in demanding an answer, she said. "What have you done with her? She had better be OK!" She followed the silent man into a study. It's maleness shouted from the walls decorated with dead animals, cigar smoke drifted in the sunlight. 

"Stand there." He said. Sitting heavily into a leather captain's chair behind a large oak desk he looked her up and down disdainfully. "You have the tape?" 

"No! It's somewhere safe." She said clutching her bag close to her body.

He didn't miss the movement as well as noticing she was unaware of it. "I could do whatever I like with her. Would you care? You seem to have mistreated her over the last few weeks. There's a lot of interest in an attractive young woman. A lot of men would be interested in a compliant woman, willing to please." He let the words sink in. She seemed to quiver from fear of what he was about to tell her. She knew there was more and the fear had dried her mouth.

"You can sell anything on the Internet these days. An obedient woman would fetch a lot of money. A great temptation! Maybe I don't need that CD." He nodded at her handbag, which she gripped tighter. "Or maybe I'll take both you and the CD. Give the tape back to the friend you cheated, sell the woman and keep you as a pet. No one knows you're here." He watched her mouth open and close leaving little gasps of breath in the air wafting cigar smoke around her. 

"Please don't, it's my fault, do what you like with me, just let my mom go." She wailed with a breath abruptly exhaled. 

"That's all lies you're not worried about her. It's you you're concerned about knowing you've walked into a difficult position and want out. She's not your mother she's your friends mother. So just tell me the truth Dawn." He barked at her.

Shacking with fear she tried to explain. "I'm Libby. Dawn is, was my friend. I left my mom with her and she did this." She said holding up the handbag. "I had no idea she was going to trick your friend. It's my fault for leaving her with Dawn. I'm sorry. I just want her back, please." Libby pleaded. "You can have the CD back. I'll delete everything on the computer. I won't say anything, not to anyone. Just let my mom go." Libby whimpered. Exhausted Libby sank to her knees with tears running down her cheeks.

The man got up form his desk and walked over to a bar. He fixed himself a drink and brought her a soft drink. Helping her up off the floor he guided her to a chair. "I see. So you are concerned. After what Sophie told me, well, I thought you were a bunch of brutes. I can see how it all went wrong. Still, you need to be punished. I think a job will sort you out young lady." He guided her to a window looking out over a field stretching to the horizon. "See that rider out there? Well that's your mother. She's been enjoying her stay here, unwinding. I must admit I feel partly responsible for what's happened. I trained her. Yes, I'm the one that sent you those reports. You seem to have gained some level of responsibility. If you agree to work in the stables I can convince your mother that some hard dirty work will repair the damage done. Agreed?" 




Training Mom



Libby was willing to agree to anything. Still not sure what was going on she slowly came round to the idea she had been outsmarted for a change. "Yes." She said. The images of her mom being sold into slavery were becoming slightly ridiculous. 

"That's a nice smile. You can both rest up here until your relationship is repaired. She has become a passable cook and you can keep the place clean. And, at last I can go fishing. When your both ready we can talk about something more permanent. If you want to stay, that is." He said, his last words trailing off.

She looked up at him as he gazed out the window at her mother and saw something in those grey blue eyes. He wasn't the kind of man to reveal much and she was guessing what he meant. A funny feeling stirred her stomach. It was surprising to think this stranger was taking an interest in her mom and that it was a pleasant one.



Training Mrs. Bruce



After the first night Janice didn’t think she would get involved again tonight. Although she had really enjoyed the sex she felt a little embarrassed and a bit of a slut. But it was worth it! It was the best sex she’d ever had. 

That evening she lay in the bath she was beginning to have second thoughts. She was feeling pretty randy again but none of the lads had mentioned anything about the night before and she didn’t know whether to ring one of them up so that she could have a repeat performance. Just then the phone rang.. it was Rob. He thanked her for letting them all have her the night before and asked if he could have her to himself tonight. She was definitely up for that so she arranged to meet him in his room about half seven. 

Short skirt, matching red bra and knickers and a t shirt. She put her make up on and made her way to Robs Room feeling sexy as hell! 

She was shocked to find when the door was opened that John and Tony were there as well. But she was there now so she would have a drink and decide what to do. Not much was said about the night before but John did say that she was the best cocksucker he’d ever known. They had a little laugh about that but Rob said he thought she had a tight fanny and looked forward to fucking her later. 

Janice said that she hadn't agreed to anything yet and just as she said that someone knocked on the door, John went and returned with the other three lads on the course Phil, Alan and Pete. She wondered what they were up to and she was beginning to get a bit worried. They got a drink each and sat down. It was a little crowded and two of them had to sit on the bed. 

Pete said “Well love, when does the strip show start?”

Janice told him he had to be joking and no way was she stripping for them. But Phil said that they had heard about her performance last night and wanted to join in tonight. 

Janice repeated that there was no chance and if they tried to force her she would scream the place down. 

Phil said “Oh, we wont have to force you darlin, we will just send this to your husband if you don’t come across. He handed her an envelope. Inside was a photo of her on her knees, naked with one of the guys behind her fucking her doggy style. It was clear as you could actually see his prick in her cunt. Added to that was the fact that the photo clearly showed she had another dick in her mouth which she was sucking vigorously. There was spunk running down her chin. There was no denying it was her but the men could not be identified. ”So” Pete said “when does the strip show start?”

She knew now she was cornered and said “what do you want?”

Tony said “we all want to fuck you, and you can give us all a blow job too. Anyway me Rob and John are going for a pint downstairs-these three lads are going to strip you and fuck you first. Its our turn later! 

The door slammed shut and Pete grabbed Janice from behind and locked his arms into hers. She started to struggle but Alan held her legs while Phil pulled off her stretchy skirt. Pete shouted “get the bitch’s knickers off!, lets see what she’s got” Phil pulled her knickers down and off, exposing her cunt to the lads. She was pulled forward onto the bed face down with her arse in the air showing everything. She felt Phil get behind her and she heard his zip go. Then a pair of hands (Must be Alan’s)pulled her thighs apart and she felt quite a big dick slide up her. She struggled for a minute but after five or six strokes the fight was over. Much as she didn’t like to admit it, once she had a cock up her she was lost and she wanted more. 

This was clear to the lads when Pete pulled her top and bra off and she helped him. Naked now she looked up at Pete and Alan as Phil continued to shag her and said loudly. ”Ok lads, show me what you’ve got if you want to be the next up my wet cunt! ”They both stripped and offered her their by now erect pricks to her. She grabbed one in each hand and wanked them slowly, then she held their balls in each hand and said “I hope you have got plenty of spunk for me in these boys because I’m going to fuck and suck you dry”. Just then Alan spunked her and pulled out. She stood up and straddled Pete and slipped his dick up her and started shagging him. Phil shouted “go on girl show us how you like to fuck”, Janice did that, bouncing up and down on Pete's cock until he shot his load up her. Alan was straight in laying her on her back and putting her legs over his shoulders. As he slipped his dick up her soaking twat she lifted her hips to shag back at him. She saw the others watching but was so lusty her only thought was to get as much cock as she could. 

Alan didn’t last long and spunked her pretty quickly so when he got off her all she could see was three limp dicks and she needed a stiff one (or two). She got off the bed, cunt dripping with the lads spunk, and started to suck on Phil's cock. Just then the cavalry arrived and the other three returned. Janice turned round and put her hands against the wall and stuck her bum out so that her fanny lips were on full view. She said “Come on one of you, this girl needs shagging”. John needed no encouragement he grabbed her hips and fucked her cunt hard. Janice was thrusting back at him and moaning. She heard Tony say “look at the bitch go, she just loves being fucked”. At this John spunked her and Janice said, "Yes I do love it.”

she turned round to him spreading her legs wide and guiding his fingers into her wet hole, she thrust her hips at him making his fingers go deeper “and I want your dick next!, so fuck me please Tony” 

Rob grabbed Janice round the waist and held her, so that she could lift her legs up and spread them so that Tony could fuck her standing up”He quickly unloaded his cream up her cunt and that just left Rob. He lay on the bed prick rearing and four of the lads grabbed her under the arms and lifted her over him. As they did this she felt several hands on her tits and bum and a few different fingers probing her fanny. Rob guided his stiff dick up her and the four lads physically bounced her up and down on it. ”oh fuck its gorgeous” she wailed and this continued until she got her sixth spunking of the night. She was pulled off him and Tony said”Thank you Mrs Bruce for the use of your body, now you can fuck off while we play cards. Weve all fucked your cunt but weve had enough now. He took her took her to the door and said and we’ll keep your bra and knickers as a souvenir. Come for your skirt and top tommorow. 

He pushed her out into the corridor, stark naked and fanny still dripping spunk. Before she could think what to do two porters came round the corner, both guys between 50 and 60 and they stopped dead in their tracks. Whilst trying to cover herself she asked if they could get her back in her room and give her something to cover her. The older one looked sympathetic and beckoned her into the store room. The other man followed. ”we’d like to help you he said, and we will get you back in, but what will you do to repay us?

Janice was standing in the corner one hand between her legs and one covering her tits. She said ”What do you mean” but she had already realised………

The older porter said ”You could start by moving your hands and showing us your tits and twat. ”

Janice moved her hands and stood proudly, tits out, and legs open She said ”and I suppose you dirty old men want to fuck me too”?

The older guy said “that’s the idea girl”

She looked at the other man and said “you cant fuck me like that-get your dicks out and let me have a look”

The older guy was a bit limp, and smallish, but the fifty year old had a great big cock which was as stiff as any she’d seen. Janice said “I’d better hand start you then” and she wanked his dick until he was hard. Whilst she did this the younger guy fingered her and was feeling her tits and arse and she was bucking her hips for more. She said “Fuck me then if its what you want” 

She was then pushed onto the floor and got one dick in her mouth and one up her cunt, (the big one)shagging her furiously. They both came in a rush. They then gave her a towel, took her back into her room and thanked for letting them fuck a nice young fanny. Just before they left big dick asked for a blow job and Janice said “fine, you fucked me pretty good so lie down, and your mate can screw me if he can get it up”She bent down to suck his prick and deliberately opened her legs to give him a view of her twat. He needed no further encouragement and he duly fucked her good and hard. 

After they both came and left Janice lay down and smiled. Her training was complete!



Training My New Pet



Name: Simon Collel 
Age: 23
Status: Recently Single, submissive 
Sex: Male
Kinks: Biting, spanking, light BDSM
STDs: clean
Other: shy, newby, needs persuasion sometimes

 I let out a short exhale as I went over my new slaves very short personnel file he sent to me. He was due any minute....oh, I think I heard him.

 He walked into my home, and kneeled beside the now closed door. He was sure to do everything very quietly, but I didn't know why. He was right on time, I told him to let himself in, he was doing very well so far, he even took off his T-Shirt, jeans, socks and shoes and carefully folded them next to him. He bows his head and I see him starting to sink into subspace. His shoulders relax, but he sits up a little taller. He spreads his legs about feet length apart and puts his arms behind him, a stipulation I added because I didn't want him grabbing me. 

 "Hello, you must be Simon. You are the cutest little slave I have ever seen" I cooed . Simon blushed a little at my words, he mentioned that he was new at this, so it was good to start them off slowly and with praise. 

 With his head still bowed I faintly heard him mutter a "yes master", I put my hand on his shoulder and he jumped a little.

 "Shhhh, Simon, relax" I rubbed his shoulder a little then stood up and pulled his hair forward. He rose up onto his hands and knees, hissing out air. I attached a thick leather collar and a standard silver chain around his thin neck. He gulped and let out another small sigh. "Follow me, keep your head down, just trust me" I stated. 

 I started to walk down the hall and then down a short two steps into my bedroom/dungeon. He struggled a little on the steps, I giggled and I see him smile a bit as he crawls slightly faster to catch back up to me. 

 "Ok, Simon. Stop. Sit." I said in a firm voice. He juts suddenly to a hault, his breathing has picked up a little bit, and I can see his dick straining against his underwear, maybe a half chub? I question. He wiggles around a little bit under my gaze. 

 "Stay still, slave" I snap, as I continue to stare at him. I need to figure out where to start with him. I've never had someone so innocent! 

 "M-master?" I suddenly hear, Simon has his head slightly up so he can see me better. 

 "Yes, my pet?" 

 "I-uh. Will you-umm....will you please spank me?" Simon starts to blush furiously and his dick starts to grow larger. 

 I grabbed his wrist and stood him up, I started kissing him and I shoved my tongue into his mouth earning a moan from him. "oh my slave, of course I will", he is staring at me so I signal him to look down again. He obliged and started to pant. "Get on all fours and raise that pretty little ass for me, got it?" 

 I kneeled down beside him, god he is so hot. He has such a nice ass. I wonder how good it would look with a deep red tint to it. "Good boy," I say while running my hand through his hair. My left hand grips the top of his head and pulls it back so he finally looks up and forward. He squeezes his eyes slightly in pain but opens them again and looks at me. 

 "What's the matter slave? Getting turned on?" I start the first set of spankings. "You" smack "are" smack "mine." smack "got" smack "it?" smack. 

 My horny little slave arched his back in pleasure. He started moaning more, "Please master!"*moannn* "please! I need more" hmmm not so innocent? 

 "What kind of more, slave? Isn't this enough for you? I think you should be thanking me!" I give him one harder smack, he yelps a bit.

 "Ahh, oh, thank you master! Thank you for spanking me! Please I need more. Please I need you to screw me! please!" Simon is not full on pouting at me! Pouting! Fuck that's really hot.....

 "Shhhh my pet, don't you worry, I will screw you eventually. But right now we still need to lay down some ground rules" 

 Simon now with his head drooped down towards the floor, trying to stay quiet and obedient whispered "what kind of rules, master?" I push his butt down so he is in a seated position once more. 

 "First rule, no more speaking unless I tell you to. Second, the next time I spank you, count each one out loud. If you miss a number or say anything more than that number or a safeword I will start over. Third, never ever forget the safe words. Forget them and we will cease to see each other in this setting. And finally, if you ever and I mean ever, hurt yourself. I will pay for all of your counselling needs because I care about you." A long silence goes by and he hasn't even flinched. "Speak, boy." I say. 

 "Yes master." He responds. 

 "Good boy, now we can finally get started. Get onto the bed." 

 Simon scrambles on his hands and knees then did a sort of jump up onto the bed. 

 "Spread yourself out. Nice and wide" 

 The little slave put his arms and legs out as far as he could go, I got onto the bed and straddled him. I was still fully dressed in sweatpants and a light T-shirt and small underwear. I rubbed myself up against his dick and he immediately let out a long groan and closed his eyes. His leash was wound around my hand and I pulled at it to get rid of any slack there was. His head was pulled up a bit off the pillow and I began to kiss him, and nibble on his ear. 

 "Oh fuck, master! Pleas-" he was cut off by my hand covering his mouth and me hushing him with a quick twist to his right nipple. 

 "Slave. What did I say? No talking unless I say so! You need to be punished." I say in a low tone. "I think worship is the best punishment for chatty slaves." I climb off of Simon and take off my pants and shirt. Now I stand before him only in my boxers and I unravel the rest of Simon's leash and guide him off the bed and onto the floor. 

 "Now, my little slave. I told you not to talk, and you disobeyed me. Your punishment is to suck my cock without your hands. Now speak so I know you understand."

 "Umm Master, I never sucked another guys cock before. My ex-girlfriend used a strap on sometimes, but never the real deal. How do I even-?" He left his question incomplete. 

 I looked down at his innocent, questioning face and let our a small sigh and out my hands on my hips. He's quickly slipping out of subspace and back into Simon. Shit. "Ok, sub. I'll make this easy for you". I removed my boxers by myself, though I would have preferred he did it slowly, so he could learn how to take an order without thought. My cock was revealed and Simon looked really scared and unsure. "Open your mouth, like you are at the dentist" I instructed him. 

 It looked like Simon was starting to freak out a little, but he opened his mouth anyway, I took my cock in my hand in pushed part of it into his mouth. Oh god, he's so warm and moist. Fuck. I let out a groan as he began to suck a little too hard. "Ah, easy. Just slowly begin to lick from here to here, then try to take as much as you can into your mouth." 

 Simon closed his eyes and followed my commands. His scrunched face slowly relaxed as he began to work up a steady rythym and he seemed to enjoy it. He let out a groan that sent vibrations up my cock. Oh god! That feels so good. His rythym is more frequent, and he tries to jerk me off with one hand but I pin his hands behind his back and he groans again. Oh! He likes bondage, huh? I'll keep that in mind. 

 "Ok, slave, ok. You can stop now" I say. I'm on the verge of orgasming but i want to save that for another occasion. But Simon ignores my order, in fact, the little bitch speeds up. "Ahhhh fuck! Simon! Ohh simon. stop" I blurt out before I pull myself put of his mouth. Now I'm the one who's panting. "Simon. I need you" I have totally lost my control with him. I need this. 

 He looks at me with this victorious smile on his face. I lunge forward and push him onto his back. I am so hard and slick now, and I need his cute ass more than I could describe. I palm him through his boxers then stick my hand in. His cock is radiating heat and he pushes himself into my hand as he moans loudly. I bite down his neck making him start to mumble "master" over and over again. No. Not here. I raise to my feet and grab his arms, almost completely picking him up then pushing him backwards against the bed. 

 "Master. I-i have never done this with a real guy either. What do I do?" Simon said now not panicked but anxious for his turn to cum. 

 "You stop talking, before I beat your ass, and you relax and let me take care of you. You are safe with me I promise." 

 I resumed our previous position, me straddling him, but now his hands chained to the headboard. I shift my weight and I dip down and waste no time I begin to suck him off in passionate but rough movements. He cries out my name, and begs me to fuck him. Oh, I am so willing to oblige. I spread his legs open and pull a condom onto my cock, then adding a little extra lube to it. 

 "You aren't going to stretch me a little first?!" 

 "Simon. I'm working in it. But now after this you have just earned 10 more spankings. 7 with my riding crop. Now shush, or I'm gonna gag you. Got it?" Now I'm getting really annoyed. He has been dominated before, how soft was his Dom!? 

 I rubbed my fingers against my sheathed dick to gather a small amount of lube. I leaned back down on top of my eager and far too chatty sub, I kissed him gently as I slipped my first two fingers into his ass. He moaned into my mouth. I bit his lip to distract him, then I slid another finger in. 

 His moan turned to a groan of pain, "I know. I know, but I promise you the pleasure will be worth it, ok?" I whispered into his ear. I slowly circled inside of him, easing my fingers in and out while pushing against his walls. I pulled out my fingers, put my other hand over his mouth and started to push into his ass with my cock. 

 He wasn't yelling, per se, but Slave did make quite the racket as I entered him. Oh god he is so tight, I'm not sure I will be able to last like this. 

 "Agh, ahhh master, ooo it hurts." He whined through my hand. I stroked his hair and kept going, I slowly drive myself deeper and deeper into him until I was all the way in. 

 "Ok Simon, I'm going to move around a bit. You'll be ok, just relax yourself a little." I braced my arms on both sides of his head, and slowly started to pump myself inside him. Now his cries of pain turned to cries of pleasure. 

 His cries began to get louder as I picked up my pace, his back arched off the bed and he grinded his hips into my pelvis and pushed me into my orgasm. "Jesus!". I cried out, I came into the little plastic sac as he tensed up too, just groaning. 

 "Now then, slave" I believe I owe you some beatings. Simon tensed up and whimpered, pushing himself against the pillows. "Don't worry, Simon, I'm not going to hurt you more than you handle, and we do have safe words for a reason. Right?" 

 He says nothing. "Slave, I asked you a question..."

 "Yes master, we do have safe words for a reason. B-but I have never been hit with a riding crop and I just-I uh..."

 God he is so cute when he is scared. "OK, I'll go very slow OK? Until you are comfortable. So first things first, I'm going to untie you." I lean over towards him and release his hands, I hover over him for a second. He is looking up at me and I think I see tears, I stroke his cheek a little bit and kiss him on the lips. I've never been good at comforting. "OK, next I'm going to sit on the edge of the bed and you are going to sit on my lap, understood?" 

 "Yes master" he stands up and crawls off the bed, wincing a little from our previous events. His soft, little ass sits down on my bare thigh and I start to get hard again. He buries his face in his hands, "are you embarrassed, slave?" I say half laughing. 

 "Well, I didn't think I had that affect on you. Master..."

 I ran my hand up and down his back "of course you do, you are my slave, and my slaves are all very sexy"

 OK. Enough of this feelings stuff, "now I am going to tease you, I'm going to make you BEG me to spank you and hit you with my riding crop" Slave kinda gave a half smile and scoffed a little. Is that a challenge? I took a hand full of his hair and bite his neck, his cock sprang up a bit and I kept my biting; up and down his neck. 

 He wiggle in my lap and surprises me when he grabs onto my shoulders and kisses me very hard. He actually pushes me backwards and lays very quick and aggressive kisses all over my neck and chest. I gasp "slave stop it! Ugh fuck. Please stop". And he does. He stops completely and returns to the edge of the bed. "What's next, master?"

 I'm panting, completely turned on and needing him again. "Now you lay across my lap and count each time I spank you. Don't miss one or we start over" 

 Simon kinda flops across my lap, his sweet ass high in the air. SMACK "one, master" SMACK "ahhh two, master" SMACK "three, master". This goes on till we get to 10, he's a mess; he's crying and panting, completely rock hard. "Please master! Please Fuck me! I need you! I need release!!" 

 "You still have 7 more, slave. Are you asking me to not punish my chatty little slut?" 

 Simon looks at the ground and then back up at me and sticks out his lip. He drops to the floor and grips my legs, pulling at then slightly. "Please master, don't punish me anymore. I'll be a good boy. I'll be your good little slut, I just want to pleasure my master." 

 I can't handle this. This slave is pushing buttons I didn't know I had. I let out abfrystrated groan. "Fine slave, but you are going to do whatever I ask of you. No hesitations."

 "Yes sir!" 

 "Get on your knees right now and bow your head to me. I'm going to get next to you and you are going to ride me. Got it?"

 "Whatever you want sir" Simon obeyed and sat down on the floor. His cock was straining towards his stomach. I grabbed another condom and lube, then told him to present his ass first. I put a global of lube on my fingers and pushed into his ass and he let out a groan of pleasure. "Now come here you slut, get on my cock." 

 Simon slowly lowered himself on my cock, I tilt my head back and grabbed his hips and pushed him the rest of the way down. I jerked my hips up and down and we moved in sync. "Faster you whore" I demand and he bucks his hips forward and back, "oh god I'm going to cum" he yells. I hit my breaking point with him and cum inside his tight ass. 

 Once we come down from our highs I spoon him on the floor, "so do you want to be my slave permentantly?" 

 A long pause passes 

 "Yes, master. I would."