2 comments/ 34604 views/ 1 favorites Training You By: BIKERDOOD65 A big thank you to scintillating for her editing and patients. You are led to a room. You know that this is where the game starts and you enter. Inside the room there is a table, padded and covered in leather, and the room is lit by candles mounted on the walls and on small tables scattered around the room. I command you to stand facing the wall as I put leather cuffs on your wrists, and fix your hands behind your back. Leather cuffs are also put around your ankles and are connected together, and you're forced to your knees. With you still facing the wall, I cover your eyes with a fur-lined blindfold, and a rubber bar gag is forced between your teeth. You hear me leave the room as you're left in total darkness, with just the gentle crackle of the candles to keep you company. The feeling of trepidation fills you with fear and excitement, and not for the last time you think to yourself whether you should play the game or leave. The excitement wins, your body already starting to tingle with the thought of being totally under my control. There are voices outside, and it sounds to you as if two or three men have arrived. You're left alone for what seems like hours, but it is in fact only twenty minutes before you hear the door open and someone enter. You are made to stand up but are left still facing the wall, and the thin white t-shirt you're wearing is torn from your back, the remnants left hanging around your waist and wrists. I unclip your hands and allow the tattered shirt to fall to the floor; the leather cuffs are quickly refastened but this time in front of you and you are left leaning into the wall, your left cheek pressing against its cold surface. Your excitement grows as quickly as your fear as you wait for what happens next. You find out soon enough as the first lash of the flogger thuds across your back, leaving a faint red mark and a warm stinging sensation across your shoulder blades. The next stroke is slightly harder and falls halfway down your back, each stroke getting harder and slightly moving down, spreading the warm glow slowly to the quivering cheeks of your bum. Each stroke is getting harder and hotter but is broken by the occasional pause, as I gently massage the glowing flesh were the flogger has just done its work. The first blow finally lands across your right cheek and the second across your left, and it takes you by surprise at just how quickly the warm sensation spreads to between your legs. I reach down and unclip your ankles and with my booted foot force your feet apart, so that you are standing with your legs spread wide. The next few blows are hard and land squarely across both cheeks, leaving them stinging, which makes the warmth between your legs even more alarming as you realise just how much it is turning you on. To add to your frustration, every three or four blows I stop and rub the studded leather handle of the flogger down the crack of your now glowing bum and between your legs, briefly touching your lips before withdrawing. After going through this two or three times, the hard whipping and then the teasing caresses of the handle, your body screams at you that it's ready to come and you can feel the warm juices start to flow. I stop. I'm not ready to allow you to find the release your body longs for, not just yet. I want you to give yourself over to me and anything I should desire of you. Not for the last time again, you think about leaving the game, but you can't, you want to know how it ends, and your body still needs to be satisfied. I slide the blindfold off your eyes to give you a teasing glance at where you're being led. I move you over to the padded table, leading you by your hair, and as you get closer you notice that it has metal rings all round its edge in order to keep you in place. The table is eight feet long and is covered in black PVC, is thinly padded, and there are belts attached at various points along its sides. I instruct you to lay down on your back and attach the cuffs on your ankles to two corners of the table so that your legs are spread wide. Your arms I attach to a single point above your head using the leather cuffs around your wrists, so that your arms are stretched out straight, forcing your breasts upwards. A belt attached to the table is fastened around your waist, and straps around your knees to stop any movement. Another strap goes around your forehead and the blindfold is pulled back down over your eyes, plunging you back into total darkness. The feeling of total helplessness excites and frightens you but you draw strength from the fact that you can leave the game whenever you wish. Your body and mind make you stay, and you're nearly hooked. I take one of the candles off of the small table by the wall and remove the blind fold; the first thing you see is the long slender black candle and its flickering flame. I tease you with its phallic shape by running it slowly over your body, down to between your legs, just touching the outer lips, before slowly moving it up to between your breasts, and moving it up over the soft flesh to gently tease a nipple. I let the first cooling trickle of hot wax drip into your belly button and you flinch, at first expecting it to burn but just feeling it leave a very hot sensation. The next few drops land in the crease between your breasts, making you tense up each time the hot wax hits your skin. I let the drops move up the soft mounds of your breasts until they almost touch your nipples, before moving away again to drip a few drops into your belly button. As the wax cools it tightens your skin like many hot kisses being rained down on your body at one time. All this heat seams to be finding its way to between your legs, and you start to feel your excitement grow again. I move the candle back up to your breasts, and this time the wax drips onto your nipples, the heat instantly bringing your nipples to life, and as they grow hard the wax cools and shrinks, giving you the sensation of having two very hot mouths gently sucking and teasing them into full erectness. Again your body starts to cry out to be satisfied, and again I stop. This time I stop and leave the room, and you wonder what could be next. You could stop the game but it's too late for that, your body and mind are too alive to let you go unsatisfied. I return a few minutes later holding a glass of ice water, and as I enter the room you hear the chink of ice. I take a large peace of ice from the glass and start off by running it around your neck, moving in circles as the ice works its way down into the valley between your breasts and then darts back up to your neck. This is repeated several times, slowly working down to your breasts then darting back to the start. The cold ice as a contrast to the hot wax sends a shiver of excitement throughout your body. I start to run the ice under your breasts, first the left then the right and back up the valley between each beautiful peace of flesh, and each time I leave the space between your breasts I move the ice closer and closer to your nipples, teasing the flesh around one and then the other. Finally the ice touches the brown flesh around a nipple and instantly a shudder runs through your body. Your hips move slightly against the restraints. I continue to tease first one then the other breast, getting closer and closer to each nipple each time until I finally make the first contact with a hard nipple and you instantly let out a moan around the gag which is still firmly between your teeth. I work the ice around each nipple in turn, circling around each hard nib. The ice is making the wax harder until it feels like they are being sucked and teased. Your hips have started to find a rhythm of their own as they now strain against the belt. The ice moves slowly down your body circling around your belly button, allowing cool water to build up in its well. The ice moves lower until it reaches your thighs. I run it slowly up and down your inner thighs, just touching those lovely pink lips, then tracing a line back along your thighs and back up to your belly button. Now and then I dart the ice back up to your breasts and those inviting hard nipples, and each time you let out a moan. Then back down to your thighs and the now hot and parted swollen lips, and the first time the ice touches your clitoris you almost come and your body tenses. I move the ice up and down your pussy, in circles first around your clit then around the now wet opening, occasionally letting it just slip inside, making your hips buck against the restraints. Occasionally I let the ice wander down to the crack of your bum, letting it linger at the small puckered hole of your ass, before going back to your sweet honey pot of a cunt. Flicking from one hole to another, you feel the first orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, leaving you trembling from head to toe. Each time I go back to the crack of your bum and the tight little hole that hides there I apply a little more pressure until the now very smooth and slippery ice cube gains entry, and again another orgasm rocks your body. It's time to dispense with the ice as I use two fingers to run up and down your wet pussy, massaging your clit between two fingers, the ice having made the sensation even more intense. My fingers move up and down your lips, occasionally dipping into the now very hungry and wet flesh and then returning to your clit. It's time to change your position, I think to myself, and I unclip your hands and feet and command you to kneel on the edge of the table with your back to me. I bend you over so that your head is on the table and your ass is pointing to the ceiling. I move your arms around to your sides so that I can clip your wrists to your ankles, and you have no choice but to stay in the position that I have put you in. I continue the exploration of your most private parts both with my tongue and fingers, first dipping two fingers into your cunt then gently massaging your puckered ass, then licking at your clit with my tongue, sucking it with the odd little nibble before moving to your hole and flicking my tongue around its edge. This is repeated until your ass is well-lubricated, allowing me to get one finger all the way in. As my finger enters your ass my thumb is pushed into your pussy so that you can feel them moving together through the thin bit of skin that separates the two holes. Gently at first, I move my fingers in and out, moving quicker and harder as your moans grow louder, until I am no longer having to move my hand because of your thrusting your hips backwards and forwards trying to get my fingers as deep and hard into you as possible. You almost scream through the gag as the most intense orgasm yet tears through your body. I remove my fingers from your cunt and asshole so that I can undo my leather trousers. Standing behind you, I remove my manhood from its cage and roughly rub it against your ass and pussy until your body starts to move again. I suddenly ram my cock into your soaking wet cunt as I grab onto your hips so that your ass slaps straight onto my crotch, each thrust harder and faster. You're not being made love to and you're not being screwed, you're being fucked and that is all that you want. You want to be totally abused and you're enjoying it, craving it. I keep this up for several minutes, fucking you harder, each stroke sending shock waves through your body. I withdraw and rub my hard wet cock against the opening of your tight ass until the puckered flesh lets me in. Gently at first I move my cock backwards and forwards, a little deeper each time, until I've sunk my manhood all the way in. I increase the rhythm until my balls slap against your pussy lips with each stroke. Your moans become louder and louder and your body bucks as I reach around to grasp a large breast in each hand and tug and squeeze each nipple. You come again just as I withdraw to ram my hard cock back into your now aching cunt. I fuck you hard, slapping your ass every couple of strokes, until I can take no more and come deep inside you at the same time as you climax with the loudest moan yet. I stay inside you for a while so that I can catch my breath before pulling out with an audible plop. It's time to remove your cuffs , so I can get you off the table, turn you around, and remove your gag. Your smile says it all: you were happy to have played this game and are happy to be my slave. You have one more task. I tell you to get on your knees in front of me and I offer you my manhood so that you can clean it the only way a slave should. The game is over and you have played it to the end. As a reward I lay you back on the table and make love to you slowly and gently as only two people who trust each other can. Until we play again, my sweet slave. Training Your Pet This story is written in second person perspective. If you find you do not like second person perspective, please do not skip to the end and give this story one star. Instead, please enjoy the version that is written in third person perspective: "Training A Pet" Note: No animals were harmed in the writing of this story. ;-) Training a pet is a serious business. It all starts with proper selection. You can comb through prospective pets on your own, hoping to stumble on that perfect prize, but sometimes it is better left to the professionals. If you want to be assured of a quality pet, the best place to go is Purrrfection.com. There, you can be assured that not only will your pet be of the finest quality, but you will have a wide enough selection to choose the one that fits your tastes purrrfectly. For the less computer savvy, there is always the option of going directly to the site's headquarters to sample the pets in person, but the website is interactive, and worth trying first. When you log on, the first thing you will see are the adorable faces of available pets. Their pointy little ears and bushy tails curled around soft, ample cheeks. Your pet may be staring you in the eyes already, and if not, then it's time to use the site's search engine. There you can choose all manner of custom features. You can pick blond hair, black hair, brown, red, the choices are endless. After choosing a rich, auburn red, a gorgeous kit stares back at you from a pop up window. The face changes to a purring kitten as you select a DD bosom. She's beautiful, but not right. When you darken her skin tone to a rich tan and select bright green eyes, the stunning young vixen with the hot, sultry gaze nearly takes your breath away. Adding a few minor details, such as short stature and dainty feet, the vixen continues to fit the bill, her photo matching each new selection. Without a doubt, this is the purrrfect pet. Clicking on her photo, it enlarges, giving you a better view. Her silky ears match her hair exactly, and the tail curled between her legs lies nestled against a bare, shaven pussy. Clicking the select button is easy, now all you have to do is wait, impatiently, for your pet to arrive. You receive a text confirmation on your phone. Yep, there's an app for that! She'll be delivered in two days. Now it's time to get all the necessary supplies. Although the website offers plenty of accessories to go with your new pet, a personal touch always brings better results. In a local shop, you find exactly what you need: a beautiful gold plated collar, with embedded crystals and tiny tinkling bells. It comes with matching wrist cuffs and anklets that are simply too irresistible to pass up. Just imagine your beautiful new vixen crawling around your home in the lovely jewelry. Strong but beautiful chains accentuate the jewelry. It is enough, for now, best not get carried away. A regular leash, food and water dishes are best found at the pet store. Something simple, but elegant, for the lovely creature, engraved with her name: Zorra. Coming home, everything is ready, particularly the bedroom. The scene is titillating. The large crate in the walk in closet has been lined with soft cloth. The custom chaise at the foot of your bed has already been set up. The plush pillows and blanket look inviting, but you know she'll probably be spending even more time in your own bed. The wrought iron headboard with candle sconces, matching footboard, provide a convenient place to hook the new chains when she needed to be punished. The waiting is difficult, but at least the date is a Saturday. You will have the whole weekend to enjoy your new pet and begin her training, and never have to wear anything but your comfy robe. Finally, there is a knock at the door, and a man with a clipboard stands outside your door. Beside him is a petite young woman covered from head to toe in a dark, black, hooded cloak. She looks like she can't be older than twenty, if that. One eager signature and you are now the proud owner of a delectable female fox. The delivery man hands you her leash, a plain, black leather strap attached to a plain chain collar. She follows you demurely into your home, not speaking a word. "Take off your cloak, Zorra." She is startled, at first, to hear her new name. She does as ordered, however, the black material slithering down her body to pool at her feet. She is completely nude, as expected. Still, the sight is exciting. She is even more perfect in person. Her round, high breasts are topped with light, brown nipples. Long legs flare to wide hips, then narrow to a petite waist. Her tan is perfect, no lines, even on her smooth, sensual pussy. It's too irresistible, her skin is begging for your touch. "Kneel." She drops to her knees before you, her thighs spread, her manicured toes resting on top of one another. She gazes adoringly into your eyes, her chest heaving in excitement, and perhaps a little fear. It is your first meeting, and her master hasn't even touched her yet. That is soon rectified. Her hair is like silk. The soft, black tufted ears are woven perfectly into her locks, allowing you to pet her between them, around them, with no hindrance or worry that they would move. She leans into your caress, batting her long lashes and sighing in pleasure. As you move your hand down to caress her skin, she arches her back, lifting her ass to twitch the tail that is nestled firmly in her ass. The plug gives her enough control that she is able to wag it in appreciation of your gentle touch. Wrapping your hands around the long swatch of fur, you feel a moment of surprise that it is identical in texture to her silken tresses. Wiggling the tail in her ass elicits a short bark of excitement. Your pet leans forward to rub herself against your legs, moaning softly. "No. Not yet." Tugging her leash, she pads softly behind you, disappointment, and curiosity at war in her gaze. In the dining room, she is shown her food and water dish, set next to a kneeling pad that is within easy reach of your own chair. Knowing she may be hungry and thirsty after the long trip, you open a bottle of mineral water and pour it into her dish. Eagerly she begins to lap it up, her bottom wiggling her tail enticingly at the same time. Finding the right food to feed your pet is a challenge. Feeding her what you eat doesn't feel appropriate, especially since your diet consists of a lot of take out. Considering the huge responsibility, it only seemed right to change your own habits as well. This pet would not only bring you pleasure, she would help you to be a better person. The small, private owned café down the street caters. Their food is always fresh and always delicious. After talking with the manager, it was easy to arrange a meal service that would include healthy foods for you and food dish worthy foods for your pet. Cooking just isn't in your schedule. Cracking open one foil container, you use a measuring cup to scoop out a small portion of the delicious smelling casserole into Zorra's second dish. Her stomach growls audibly, and she eagerly eats it all, licking the bowl clean. Although watching her eat is delightful, it is time to adorn her in her new collar and cuffs. Just as she finishes, the plain collar is removed and the beautiful tinkling collar is put in its place, the heart shaped pendant with the huge Chatham emerald dangled from her slender neck. The ankle and wrist cuffs go on as well. She stares at the beautiful, costly jewelry in appreciation. Hooking one of your simple braided leather leashes to an inconspicuous loop on the collar, she rises quickly at a gentle tug. Leading her to the large mirror in the dining room, she is allowed to look at herself. The full impact of her collar and cuffs is delightful, and she coos and awes at herself, casting grateful glances at your reflection. Before she is entirely finished gawking at herself, you tug her collar, the tinkling of the bells ringing through the house. The gentle sound isn't overpowering, and it gives you a stronger sense of control. You would always know where she was, what she was doing, or if she was still. She could never hide from you. Every aspect of her life will be known to you and of your choosing. The power is intoxicating as you show her the house. When she tries to sit on the plush sofa, a sharp yank is enough to pull her onto the soft rug instead. She whimpers softly and you stroke her head lovingly. "No pets on the furniture. There are rugs or kneeling pads in every room for your use." She pouts, slightly, her full lower lip jutting in a pleasing fashion. You sense just a hint of defiance in her stance as she leans against the couch, almost half on it. Time for her first lesson. She squeals in surprise and fright when you yank her collar so that she is standing on her tippy toes, nose to yours. Her green eyes are wide in apprehension and her body quivers, the bells betraying her unease. One of your hands slips over a breast and the fear starts to drain from her gaze until she feels your fingers pinch a nipple cruelly. The yelp of surprise is soon followed by a piteous whimper as the other nipple is given the same treatment. She tries to push your hands away, instinctually. The chains you purchased are in your robe's pocket. Looping the longest strand through her collar and then the two wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, she is quickly subdued into a kneeling position, her face pressing against the shag rug and her arms bound to her sides and held tight against her ankles. Her lovely ass wiggles in desperation. "M-m-master! Please! Your pet is so so sorry! She won't do it again! She is only fit for the floor!" You can feel a smile tugging at your lips. She got this lesson fast, but it is not enough. Memories are best remembered when they involve more than just emotions, but the senses as well. "Yes, pets are only fit for the floor, unless their Master says differently. You would do well to remember that, and I will help you, so that you don't forget." She begins to relax. She can't see your face, can't see the growing excitement from watching her bound body quivering beneath you. "Yes master. Thank you master. You are a kind master to help your pet with her training." When your hand connects with her soft, ample bottom, she screams in surprise and pain. A perfect, pink hand print forms on her delicious ass as the skin ripples with the force of your blow. She whimpers again, shrinking into the floor. One of your hands gently caresses her other cheek, sliding across her skin to take hold of her tail, wiggling it sensually and eliciting a sudden gasp of pleasure. She likes it when you play with her ass, moving the plug in small circles, pushing and pulling it only enough to rub the inside walls of her rectum. Just as you feel her pleasure beginning to mount, you place another well aimed slap, your hand connecting almost perfectly with the blazing skin of your prior mark. Her whole body jerks, her ass tightening in surprise as she cries out again. She sobs once. "Will you go on the furniture without my permission again, little Zorra?" She doesn't have time to answer as your hand connects again, the ripples of her skin moving down her thighs and up her back. You are no longer gently wiggling the tail, but aggressively fucking her ass with it. Every time she begins to catch her breath, your hand swoops down to slap her ass as a reminder of your power over her. Finally, she doesn't try to resist, her cries of pain turning to shrieks of pleasure as her ass begins to squeeze the pounding plug in delight. Switching sides, your hand smacks the unblemished flesh of her other cheek. She whimpers and moans, finally, after three more strokes, she begins to beg. "Oh master, master! Fuck my ass! Please, more! Punish your pet! She was naughty, so naughty! Ooooh! Aaaaah! Yes, yes, yeeessss!" Just when you can feel her beginning to teeter over the edge and into orgasm, you stop all movement. She lies there, panting, with satisfaction just beyond her reach. Petting her back, she trembles, arching into your touch and whining softly. After a few minutes, your calm stroking begins to relax her body and she sags wearily into the floor. After unhooking her chains, her shy pouting is amusing. All signs of defiance are gone, but it is clear that her wanting is not diminished. Sitting on the couch, you decide it's time for a break in the house tour. Leaning back against the cushions, you tilt your head back and take a deep, relaxing breath. You feel your pet's face rub against your leg and you stroke her lovingly. She inches closer, and you watch her surreptitiously from hooded lids. You have given her no specific commands besides stay off the furniture. She has been punished for her mistake. Now, would she perhaps, apologize? Zorra inches ever closer, slowly, until she is kneeling between your thighs. At first, she simply rubs her soft cheek against your skin, her hands remaining entirely on the floor, and she is careful to keep her body off of the sofa. When you do not object, she becomes bolder, planting small, feather light kisses against the inside of your knee, and slowly drawing nearer to the apex of your thighs. She flicks her tongue to taste your skin. It is difficult, but you control your breathing and reactions to appear unmoved. The growing arousal beneath your robe, however, will soon become impossible to hide. When her lips reach the fabric of your robe, she pauses. "Will Master allow your pet to open your robe so that your pet may apologize for her naughty behavior? At first, you don't answer her, pretending to contemplate her request. She resumes licking and kissing your thighs, her movements becoming heated, her breath coming in short pants as her she becomes more aroused. Finally, you relent. "Yes." The one word is all she needs. She quickly unties the robe and pulls it open, exposing your body to her gaze. Her mouth forms a small "o" of surprised delight as she takes in the well formed shape of you. She misses nothing in her sweeping gaze. Rising up to her full kneeling height, she leans against you, planting kisses and licks along your neck and collar bone, sliding her tongue down to lick and suck on a nipple. You can feel yourself growing more aroused as she nips you with her lips, careful of her teeth, and sucks firmly on the hardened peak. Her hands slide over your stomach and chest, caressing every inch. After devouring one nipple, she eagerly suckles the other, wiggling her bare body against your own, the bells tinkling with each movement. Petting her head, you push her down, her tongue darting out to lick your stomach as it passes. When she tries to linger, you wind her silky hair firmly in your hands and press her between your thighs. Her soft, wet mouth covers your flesh, licking and sucking with soft slurping noises. She hums in pleasure as her mouth devours you, slipping hot and wet across every inch of skin, dipping into every crevice. Still holding her hair firmly, you thrust into her mouth, pushing her to take you faster and harder. She struggles to keep up with your demanding pace, her nails digging into the soft carpeting to still herself from pushing your hips away. Her gasping, choking breaths are stimulating as you feel yourself building, sliding against and inside her silken lips. Finally you cannot hold back any longer and gush hot cum onto her lovely face. She licks her lips, sucking the juice from them, smiling widely. Patting her head affectionately while you catch your breath, you decide this is the perfect moment to explain the rest of the rules. "Zorra, listen carefully and I will explain the rules of the house to you. First, as you have already learned, there are no pets on the furniture, only the rugs and kneeling pads. If you wish to kneel somewhere that a pad or rug isn't available, you may ask to retrieve one from the nearest room. If I give you permission, you must always remember to put it back." Zorra nods in understanding. "Second, while I am home, you must always be on your hands and knees, unless I pull you up. When I am gone, you may stand, but you may still not use the furniture. I have cameras in my home, and I will check them periodically to make sure that you are doing as told." She responds to your stern look with wide eyes. "While you are home alone, you will perform certain chores. Some of them are simple, like cleaning the house or reading a book or paper I have left for you. Others will be somewhat more challenging. One of these chores is training and toning exercises. You will be given a DVD with yoga techniques which you will practice every morning after I have left for work. In the late afternoon, you will practice from a dancing DVD. When I have friends over, I expect you to perform what you have learned to entertain them." She continues to listen intently, sitting back on her heels, her large breasts covered in sweat and cum. "You will have a schedule posted on the refrigerator with any special instructions. It will also let you know when you can expect to be fed and when you may use the restroom. In addition to the tail plug, you will also be wearing a set of exercise beads inside your pussy. They are never to come out except when you eliminate, and I expect you to then wash both and douche yourself thoroughly, in both holes. You may not use the restroom at any other times of day. If you have an emergency, you may send me a page and I will call you, at my leisure, and you may ask permission. There are sensors on the doors to the bathroom that will let me know how many times you have gone in or out, plus I can watch you on the cameras. Also, you are not allowed to masturbate or give yourself any form of pleasure. The beads may make you want to cum, but you must resist. Only Master may give you pleasure. Some of my friends may want to touch you, and if I give them permission, it is alright, but only after. You may not speak in their presence, either, even to ask me for permission. When they are here, you are simply an animal, to be used as I see fit. When we are alone, you may become a speaking animal, but may not refer to yourself as an individual, only as my pet and property. You do not need to work or get an income. I will provide for you. Your sole purpose in life is to please your Master, nothing else is required. If you please me well, I will treat you gently, if you make mistakes, I will punish you, so that you will learn better. Also, I will be getting paperwork to change your name legally. You will not have a last name; you will simply exist as Zorra. The only freedom you will be allowed is on the Internet. If you wish, you can have a Facebook page, or blog, which I will monitor. If you post anything I do not care for, you will be punished." Zorra watches you intently as the rules of her new life are laid out. She chews her lip thoughtfully. You think she might have questions, but you do not ask for her thoughts. Instead, you stand, knocking her to the side with your body, still holding her leash. She scrambles to follow as you lead her to the bedroom. Stopping in front of the bed, you sit on the chaise. "This is your bed. You will sleep here, since the bed is furniture, and you may not use it unless I allow." She looks at the comfortable cushions appreciatively, then her eyes fall on the cage, easily seen through the entry of the open doorway to the closet. Her trembling is easily felt through your hold on the leash. Smiling wickedly, you explain its purpose. "Sometimes, when regular punishment has not been effective, or if I do not have time to punish you properly, I will need to put you in the kennel. There is a water bottle, but nothing else." More explanation isn't needed. She would likely try almost anything to keep from having to go into the kennel. You will find a way to use it anyhow. The bars are wide enough that she could stick her arms or legs through, but not any other part of her ample body. Training Your Pet "Now, pet, it is time to please your Master." Zorra blinks in surprise, thinking she had already pleased her Master with her lips and mouth. You decide it's best to give her a taste of what her life will be like more often than not, and so throw your robe off and advance on your lovely pet. Yanking her leash, you bring her face tight against your groin, and she willingly opens her mouth to take your flesh lovingly into her mouth. She writhes her lips and tongue sensually, but with little effect, it's too soon after your last orgasm, but there's nothing like an impossible task for teaching. When you remain unmoved, you yank her to her feet and shove her on the bed. Zorra clambers onto the well made bed, the throw pillows scattering. Grabbing an ankle, you hold her still and chain her arms and legs, spread eagle on the bed. She struggles weakly against her bonds, watching you with eyes both hopeful and wary. Kneeling with your legs on either side of her face, you grind yourself into her waiting mouth, pounding her lips relentlessly until you begin to feel the blood swell your flesh oh so slightly. When she began to turn a little blue from the few and far between gasps of air, you leave her to walk in the closet. Zorra gasps for breath, looking wildly around the room. When she sees you come from the closet wearing a black harness designed for double penetration, the bells begin to tinkle as she shudders. A nervous laugh escapes her mouth, sounding ever so much like the gekkering of a vixen. Kneeling on the bed, you lift her hips and pull the fat tail plug from her ass. It slips from her body with a soft pop. Sliding one finger inside of her moist cunt, you can feel that she is already soaking wet from her prior frustrating experience. "Now pet, I will reward you for your good behavior. Master is going to fuck you in both holes, and you will not cum until I say so, or you will be punished." Not waiting for an answer, you slide both cocks into her soft body. She tries to arch against the sweet invasion, but the chains hold her still. Leaning forward, you suck one luscious tit into your mouth as you continue to pound her holes, the cocks sliding in and out of her silken heat, her juices slickening her pussy and dripping down to coat her stretched ass. Her moans rise to fevered vixen screams as your double penetration stretches her wider than she's ever been before. The frustration of being unable to move, to increase her own pleasure, made her body shudder in need. The bells jingle with each thrust. Your tongue and lips sucking her puckered, brown tits is sending her over the edge. Your own pleasure is growing, your flesh tightening and coiling, swelling in need while you pump inside her. She can feel your heat as it sears against her own hot body. Leaving her nipples in favor of watching her tits as they bounce with each thrust, touching her dropped chin with each forceful slap of wet flesh against wet flesh, you note that her eyes are closed. "Open your eyes, pet, Master wants you to watch while I fuck you in your ass and pussy." Obediently she opens her eyes, her screams and pants becoming shriller by the minute as she watches your dual cocks pounding into her lithe body. You feel her cunt beginning to tremble, pulsing with heat and need. "Don't you dare cum, my pet." As you rebuke her mounting passions, one finger touches her sensitive clit, throwing her body into a raging spiral which she is helpless to resist. Her screams echo throughout the house, drowning out the bells as she gushes hot cum onto the bed and all over your own body. Still pumping, you redouble your efforts, not giving her body a moment of rest. "My pet is a slut, she can't help but cum for Master, can she? You will still be punished, though, just wait, pet." She came a second time as you continue to rub her clit while slamming and grinding your hips against her. The orgasm drags on, seemingly forever. A pet with such an easy trigger will need lots of punishing. It will take her a long time to learn the proper control to cool her desires for you until she can cum on demand. Looking forward to the challenge, you grip her hips tightly as you feel your own explosion racking through your body, squirting on and into Zorra's trembling body. "Now, Zorra, cum for Master, cum while I cover your body with my own pleasure." Zorra needs little encouragement, squeezing both cocks tightly as her whole body responds to your touch. Finally, you collapse on top of her, not concerned that this only allows her to take short, shallow breaths. She looks as if she is a little dizzy when you finally roll off of her body. Staring down at her flushed and passion filled face, your smile of adoration is marred only somewhat by the wicked glint in your eyes. "Zorra, Zorra, my pet, you didn't listen to your master. You didn't wait for my command to cum. I will have to punish you, sweet little vixen." She pulls futilely against her chains, the bells tinkling as she watches you enter the closet again. The leather, cattail whip in your hand draws a gasp from her. "Oh Master, please! Please have mercy on your pet! She didn't mean to displease you! She will wait for your command next time, please! Please don't whip me!" Her mouth snaps shut as she realizes she's made a second blunder, referring to herself as 'me.' Advancing on her prone, bound body, you see her squirming uncomfortably, tears streaming down her eyes, and she pleads again. "Master, let your pet try again, she will do anything, anything for you!" "Yes, pet, I know you will." The whip slaps against her right breast first. The blow isn't hard but it stings and she hisses in pain. Carefully, you land a second blow, just a little harder, onto her left breast. The hiss of her breath ends with a moan of both pain and pleasure as you alternate between her heaving bosom, slashing the tanned flesh with neat, controlled whips. When your aim begins to stripe her stomach with long, red marks, inching lower and lower, she begins to scream, not in pain, but fear, as your whip brushes the outside of her thighs. "Oh Master! Please don't whip your pet's pussy! She can't please you if you whip her pussy!" Slapping her exposed cunt cruelly, you laugh. "My pet will do as she is told. Say it, Zorra." With each stinging slap of the strings against her still dripping pussy lips, Zorra wails the words, as commanded. "Your pet will do as she's told! Your pet will do as she's told! Your pet will do as she's toooold!" Finally relenting, you can see that her pussy is even wetter than before. In spite of the pain, you know your pet liked her whipping. Turning the whip handle around in your hands, you insert her tail plug back into her well fucked ass and thrust the whip deeply into her pussy, your thumb brushing against her throbbing clit with each penetration. "Let us see how well you learned your lesson, Zorra. That will determine where Master has you sleep tonight." Zorra's hips strain to meet your pounding fist, and when your lips lock over her nipple, she nearly seals her fate. With great struggle she pulls back on her passions, taking deep, ragged breaths to concentrate on stilling her body. Over and over you torture her flesh, teasing it to the brink of orgasm, forcing her to deny the release for long agonizing minutes. Finally, you take her lips with your own, kissing her deeply, as her lover, as her Master. She responds with full love and trust, opening to your invading tongue and meeting it with equal passion. "Please Master... please!" She will not voice her desires, but you know what she wants, what she needs. She has obeyed you, and you will reward her with fulfillment. Breaking your kiss, you lean down to whisper into her ear. "Cum for me, my pet. Cum for your Master." Her body explodes on command, soaking the sheets once more with her juices. You bite her neck, hard enough to mark her, and she screams in ecstasy as a second orgasm follows on the heels of the first. You don't stop pumping her with the whip until her body finally stills, panting in a heap on the bed. Glancing out the window, you can see that the light is fading. The day is almost over, and you've already gotten such enjoyment from her soft little body. You do not release her from her chains after turning off the lights and throwing a blanket over both your bodies. Lying still, listening to her breathing as she falls into a deep, exhausted sleep, you can barely close your own eyes in anticipation of what the morning brings. ************************************************** Soft, tinkling bells greet you as you awaken. Sunlight is streaming through the curtains, and your pet is squirming uncomfortably, still chained to the bed. Rolling over, you capture her lips with a searing, passionate kiss, while deftly unlocking the chains from her cuffs. She wraps her arms around you, holding you tightly, pressing into your kiss with abandon. Peeking around her head, still kissing, you see it is after 9:00. You never allowed her any breaks since her arrival, and the squirming alerts you to your own need to relieve yourself. Breaking from her embrace, you unlock her ankles as well and attach her leash to the collar. Leading her into the kitchen, which never made it to the house tour, you set her in front of her schedule while you go to attend your own imminent needs. The schedule was already memorized in your brain anyhow. Weekdays: Restroom Breaks are as follows, douche both holes; 4:45, 6:00 7:30 9:45 11:15 12:30 2:45 4:00 6:00 8:45 Schedule 5:00 Wake Master with Oral Sex 5:30 Dress Master 5:45 Eat Breakfast 6:30 Begin Yoga DVD 7:45 Read from "The Story of O" 10:00 Vacuum, mop, dust and laundry 11:00 Eat lunch in the green container 11:30 Nap 12:45 Practice Kegals 1:00Free time 3:00 Begin Dancing DVD 4:15 Shower and prepare hair and body for Master's arrival 5:00 Begin heating Master's dinner 5:30 Dinner with Master 6:15 Dishes 6:45 Pleasure and entertain Master 8:00 Bathe Master 9:00 Suck Master to Sleep The Weekend are not much different, except that they start at 9:00 and end at midnight. The reading, nap and free time are both replaced with pleasuring and entertaining you and your friends, as well as a lengthened breakfast and lunch. When you return, you find Zorra studying the schedule intently. She looks coyly at you, and you realize that you've skipped the first step. It is already 9:20. You toss some Corn flakes and milk into her food dish and begin to eat your own cereal. Zorra quickly gulps down her food and crawls over to your chair. Placing her head in your lap, she gazes longing into your eyes. "Master, your pet did not know she was to waken you with oral sex. Your pet would like to lick you now, if it is Master's wish." Nodding your head, you continue to eat your cereal as your pet kneels under the table and settles herself between your naked thighs. You spread yourself wide, giving her better access, as her hungry mouth descends on you, licking and sucking with vigor. Once again, you struggle to remain neutral, focusing on your chewing as your pet brings your body closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, you wrap your hands in her hair and hold her tightly to your swollen flesh, jerking as you spew your hot cum into her eager mouth. Without a word, you finish your breakfast. Glancing at the clock, Zorra scurries to the bathroom to wash and relieve herself. When finished, she stands uncertainly between the living room and dining room. You know she is supposed to have dressed you before breakfast, and the break from the schedule was making her uncomfortable. After tossing both bowls in the sink, you smile indulgently and take her leash, walking her back to the bedroom. After picking out a pair of jeans and a plain tee shirt, you allow her to dress you. Once finished, you smack her bare bottom with a loud crack. "Go to your yoga, pet. My friends will be arriving soon." She slips you a kiss and skips away to the living room, her bells tinkling gently, finding the DVD with ease and beginning her morning stretches. It is particularly pleasing to watch her rounded ass with the furry tail sticking between her cheeks. Picking up the phone, you text your friends to come see your new acquisition. John and Adam arrive much faster than you expected. Zora is still in the last few minutes of her DVD when the doorbell rings. She pauses, but when you don't give her any instructions, she resumes her workout. The men are stunned, practically drooling when they see you're gorgeous pet. You beam with pride. "You are so lucky" "I totally want one." It's too funny to watch them, you simply must ask. "She's adorable, isn't she? Want to fuck her?" Both men's jaws drop and they nod vigorously, incapable of actual answers. They walk into the living room like stalking tigers, their fingers actually twitching in eagerness. As the DVD comes to a close, you address your pet. "Zorra! Go take your restroom break, and make sure you are presentable. I want my friends to experience what a lovely pet you are." Her bells jingle as her trembling feet take her to the restroom. She uses her full fifteen minutes before returning. The men are too excited to make idle chatter, impatiently waiting for her return. When she returns, she kneels demurely in front of you, leaning against your leg and staring wide eyed at your friends. John takes a deep breath, inhaling the perfume she had spritzed on herself. When he catches sight of the furry, wagging tail sticking from her lovely ass cheeks, he steps forward. "Dibs on her ass." Adam curses. "Don't worry Adam, her pussy is just as tight as her ass." Adam shudders. "Pet, remove my friend's clothes." Watching your pet, you sit on the couch, enjoying the men's reactions. Adam allows her to remove his pants and underwear, his cock already straining towards her from its pale, sandy blond pubic hair. He can't wait for her to remove his shirt, however, and strips it off himself, leaving his longish, matching locks in disarray. John, who stands at 6'7," didn't make it easy on her at all. He stood still while she struggles to remove his shirt, her bare body rubbing sensually against his stiffening length as she pulls the fabric from his body. Once they were both naked, you pull her leash and stand. Without needing further instruction, she quickly pulls your clothes off, kissing your naked flesh as she reveals it. Both men watch jealously. She hadn't done that for them! John stroked his jet black mustache in anticipation as she again kneels on the floor, her ass presented to them all with her fuzzy tail wiggling in anticipation. "John, you lay on the ground, and let her ride you with her ass. Adam, take her pussy from behind. And you, pet, will be sucking me while I fuck your face. Do exactly as they say, and I'll reward you later." Now that everyone has their instructions, the fun can begin. You take pleasure in ordering your friends around as well. The men don't even notice, or care, that you've told them exactly how and where they will be fucking your new toy. They are just too happy to be allowed the privilege. John quickly sprawls on the shag rug, pushing the leather ottoman coffee table aside. He takes your pet's leash and yanks her on top of him, sucking hard on a nipple before flipping her over and thrusting his cock towards her already stretched ass. The douche includes a slick oil, and he slides in easily, almost four inches in the first thrust. She barks in surprise, then moans as he lifts her body with his hands and thrusts her down, nearly to the hilt now. Adam wastes little time kneeling down between both of their legs to thrust his long, eager cock inside her tight pussy. They can both feel the other's cock between the thin wall separating her ass and pussy. Watching at first, you notice the men are first thrusting in random strokes, but soon they come together, shoving their thick dicks in a sawing, alternating rhythm. Your pet is panting, her moans rising to short bursts of screams. She tries to steady herself against the floor, but can't get a good hold, flopping helplessly between the two men. Grabbing her hair in your hands you yank her head back and thrust yourself onto her panting mouth. She licks and sucks, moaning into your flesh as the men begin to quicken their pace. Adam begins to suck her generous tits, the tasty nipples hardening in his mouth like caramel candy. You know she is close, and release one hand from her hair to twist the other nipple. She bucks, her screams humming, muffled against your engorged skin. "Not yet, my pet. Don't you dare cum." Her whimpers are making the men wild. Your control over something so elemental as her orgasms is forcing their own to speed up. Staring hard at your friends, they both grit their teeth, forcing themselves also to hold back, pounding your sweet vixen until she can't stand it any longer. Her ass and pussy both explode, her cum gushing onto both cocks, dripping down the crack of her ass. The men teeter over the brink as well, John first, unloading his cum into her tight ass, and Adam quickly following, shooting his hot goo into her pussy. Both men continue to thrust until finally you grunt your own pleasure, drowning your pet with the hot pulse of your cum. Everyone stays still for a long moment, breathing heavily. Finally, you break the silence. "My poor Zorra, you didn't learn your lesson yesterday, it seems. Adam, John, will you punish her for me? I think it would help if more than one person showed her what happens when she doesn't follow the rules." Both men, although spent, leer as they drag her over first one knee, then the next, spanking Zorra's ass until it is bright red. She sobs, barely able to stand, as you drag her to her kennel and lock her away for the rest of the day while you and your friends re-dress and go out for a night on the town. When you return, it's past midnight. Zorra's ass is still bright red as she sleeps fitfully on her side. You open the cage and pull her gently by her leash, watching her as she stumbles from the cage, half awake. Bringing her into the shower, you remove her leash and wash her down lovingly. As the warm water coats her sore body, she slowly wakes, and begins to soap you in return. Her passionate kisses tell you that she has forgiven the harsh lesson, and will strive even harder to please you in the future. As you lay down to sleep, with Zorra nestled between your thighs, licking and sucking you gently, you look forward to tomorrow. Even though it's a work day, you can enjoy going to work completely sated, and revel in the knowledge that Zorra is home, waiting for you, spending her day exactly as you planned it for her. Stroking her hair lovingly, you drift off to sleep, in the arms of your beloved pet.