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Training a Pet

By: LaSalia



This story was originally written in second person perspective. If you think you may enjoy it in second person perspective, please go to the similarly titled story: "Training Your 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. David combed through prospective pets on his own, checking the clubs, chat rooms, hoping to stumble on that perfect prize. After a while, he decided it was better left to the professionals. After asking around, he discovered that if a man wants to be assured of a quality pet, the best place to go is Purrrfection.com. There, he can be assured that not only will his pet be of the finest quality, but he will have a wide enough selection to choose the one that fits his tastes purrrfectly. For the less computer savvy, he learned there is the option of going directly to the site's headquarters to sample the pets in person, but the website is interactive, and he felt it was worth trying first.

When he logged on, the first thing he saw was the adorable faces of available pets. Their pointy little ears and bushy tails curled around soft, ample cheeks. His pet may be staring him in the eyes already, but he thought not. Time to use the site's search engine. It allowed him to choose all manner of custom features. He could pick blond hair, black hair, brown, red, the choices were endless. After choosing a rich, auburn red, a gorgeous kit stared back at him from a pop up window. The face changed to a purring kitten as he selected a DD bosom. She was beautiful, but not right. 

When he darkened her skin tone to a rich tan and selected bright green eyes, the stunning young vixen with the hot, sultry gaze nearly took his breath away. Adding a few minor details, such as short stature and dainty feet, the vixen continued to fit the bill, her photo matching each new selection. Without a doubt, he thought, this is the purrrfect pet. Clicking on her photo, it enlarged, giving him a better view. Her silky ears match her hair exactly, and the tail curled between her legs lay nestled against a bare, shaven pussy. Clicking the select button was easy, now all he had to do was wait, impatiently, for his pet to arrive.

He received a text confirmation on his phone a few hours later. Yep, there's an app for that! She'll be delivered in two days. Now it was time to get all the necessary supplies. Although the website offers plenty of accessories to go with a new pet, David felt that a personal touch always brought better results. In a local shop, he found exactly what he was looking for: a beautiful gold plated collar, with embedded crystals and tiny tinkling bells. It came with matching wrist cuffs and anklets that were simply too irresistible to pass up. He could just imagine his beautiful new vixen crawling around his home in the lovely jewelry. He found some strong but beautiful chains to accentuate the jewelry. It was enough, for now, best not get carried away. 

A regular leash, food and water dishes were best found at the pet store. Something simple, but elegant, for the lovely creature, engraved with her name: Zorra. Coming home, everything was ready, particularly the bedroom. The scene in his room is titillating. The large crate in the walk in closet had been lined with soft cloth. The custom chaise at the foot of his bed was already set up. The plush pillows and blanket looked inviting, but he figured she'd probably be spending even more time in his own bed. The wrought iron headboard with candle sconces and matching footboard provided a convenient place to hook the new chains when she needed to be punished.

The waiting was difficult, but at least the date was a Saturday. David would have the whole weekend to enjoy his new pet, begin her training, and he'd never have to wear anything but his comfy robe if he wanted. Finally, there was a knock at the door, and a man with a clipboard stood outside his door. Beside him was a petite young woman covered from head to toe in a dark, black, hooded cloak. She looked like she couldn't be older than twenty, if that. One eager signature and he was now the proud owner of a delectable female fox.

The delivery man handed him her leash, a plain, black leather strap attached to a plain chain collar. She followed him demurely into his home, not speaking a word.

"Take off your cloak, Zorra."

She was startled, at first, to hear her new name. She did as ordered, however, the black material slithering down her body to pool at her feet. She was completely nude, as expected. Still, the sight excited him. She was even more perfect in person. Her round, high breasts were topped with light, brown nipples. Long legs flared to wide hips, then narrowed to a petite waist. Her tan was perfect, no lines, even on her smooth, sensual pussy. It was too irresistible, her skin was just begging for his touch.

"Kneel."

She dropped to her knees before him, her thighs spread, her manicured toes resting on top of one another. She gazed adoringly into his eyes, her chest heaving in excitement, and perhaps a little fear. It was their first meeting, and her Master hadn't even touched her yet. David quickly rectified that.

Her hair was like silk. The soft, black tufted ears were woven perfectly into her locks, allowing him to pet her between them, around them, with no hindrance or worry that they would move. She leaned into David's caress, batting her long lashes and sighing in pleasure. As he moved his hand down to caress her skin, and she arched her back, lifting her ass to twitch the tail that was nestled firmly in her ass. The plug gave her enough control that she was able to wag it in appreciation of David's gentle touch. Wrapping his hands around the long swatch of fur, he is momentarily surprised that it was identical in texture to her silken tresses. Wiggling the tail in her ass elicited a short bark of excitement. His pet leans forward to rub herself against his legs, moaning softly.

"No. Not yet."

Tugging her leash, she padded softly behind him, disappointment, and curiosity at war in her gaze. In the dining room, she was shown her food and water dish, set next to a kneeling pad that was within easy reach of David's chair. Knowing she might be hungry and thirsty after the long trip, he opened a bottle of mineral water and poured it into her dish. Eagerly she began to lap it up, her bottom wiggling her tail enticingly at the same time. 

Finding the right food to feed his pet was a challenging ordeal. Feeding her what he ate didn't feel appropriate, especially since his diet consisted of a lot of take out. Considering the huge responsibility, it only seemed right to change his own habits a little as well. This pet would not only bring him pleasure, she would help him to be a better person. The small, private owned café down the street had a great catering menu. Their food was always fresh and always delicious. After talking with the manager, it was easy enough for him to arrange a meal service that would include healthy foods for both him and food dish worthy foods for his pet. Cooking just wasn't in his schedule.

Cracking open one foil container, he used a measuring cup to scoop out a small portion of the delicious smelling casserole into Zorra's second dish. Her stomach growled audibly, and she eagerly ate it all, licking the bowl clean. Although watching her eat was delightful, it was time to adorn her in her new collar and cuffs. Just as she finished her meal, David took hold of the plain collar, tossing it aside and replacing it with the beautiful tinkling bell collar. Its heart shaped pendant with the huge Chatham emerald dangled from her slender neck. The ankle and wrist cuffs went on as well. She stared at the beautiful, costly jewelry in appreciation. He hooked a simple braided leather leash to an inconspicuous loop on the collar. She rises quickly at a gentle tug. Leading her to the large mirror in the dining room, he allows her to look at herself. The full impact of her collar and cuffs was delightful, and she cooed and awed at herself, casting grateful glances at his reflection.

Before she was entirely finished gawking at herself, he tugged her collar again, the tinkling of the bells ringing through the house. The gentle sound wasn't overpowering, and it gave him a stronger sense of control. He would always know where she was, what she was doing, or if she was still. She could never hide from him. Every aspect of her life would be known to him and of his choosing. The intoxicating rush of power tingled as he showed her the house. When she tried to sit on the plush sofa, David's sharp yank was enough to pull her onto the soft rug instead. She whimpered softly. He stroked her head lovingly.

"No pets on the furniture. There are rugs or kneeling pads in every room for your use."

She pouted, slightly, her full lower lip jutting in a pleasing fashion. He can sense just a hint of defiance in her stance as she leaned against the couch, almost half on it. Time for her first lesson, it seemed.

She squealed in surprise and fright when he yanked her collar, forcing her to stand on her tippy toes, nose to nose with him. Her green eyes were wide in apprehension and her body quivered, the bells betraying her unease. One of his hands slipped over a breast. The fear started to drain from her gaze until she felt his nimble fingers pinch a tender nipple cruelly. Her yelp of surprise was soon followed by a piteous whimper as the other nipple was given the same treatment. She tried to push his hands away, instinct kicking in.

The chains David had purchased were in his robe's pocket. He'd hoped they would come in handy. Looping the longest strand through her collar and then the two wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, he quickly subdued her into a kneeling position, her face pressed against the shag rug and her arms bound to her sides and held tight against her ankles. Her lovely ass wiggled in desperation.

"M-m-master! Please! Master's pet is so so sorry! She won't do it again! She is only fit for the floor!"

He felt a smile tugging at his lips. She got this lesson fast, but, he thought, it wasn't enough. Memories are best remembered when they involve more than just emotions. He intended to include a few of 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 began to relax. She couldn't see David's face, couldn't see his growing excitement from watching her bound body quivering beneath him.

"Yes master. Many thanks Master. Master is kind to help his pet with her training."

When his hand connected with her soft, ample bottom, she screamed in surprise and pain. A perfect, pink hand print formed on her delicious ass as the skin rippled with the force of his blow. She whimpered again, shrinking into the floor. One of David's hands gently caressed her other cheek, sliding across her skin to take hold of her tail, wiggling it sensually and eliciting a sudden gasp of pleasure. So, she liked it when he played with her ass! He moved the plug in small circles, pushing and pulling it only enough to rub the inside walls of her rectum. Just as he feel her pleasure beginning to mount, he placed another well aimed slap, his hand connecting almost perfectly with the blazing skin of the prior mark. Her whole body jerked, her ass tightening in surprise as she cried out again. She sobbed once.

"Will you go on the furniture without my permission again, little Zorra?"

She didn't have time to answer as his hand connected again, the ripples of her skin moving down her thighs and up her back. He was no longer gently wiggling the tail, but aggressively fucking her ass with it. Every time she began to catch her breath, his hand swooped down to slap her ass as a reminder of his power over her. Finally, she stopped trying to resist, her cries of pain turning to shrieks of pleasure as her ass began to squeeze the pounding plug in delight. Switching sides, his hand smacks the unblemished flesh of her other cheek. She whimpered and moaned. Finally, after three more strokes, she began 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 David could feel her beginning to teeter over the edge and into orgasm, he stopped all movement. She lay there, panting, with satisfaction just beyond her reach. Again he stroked her lovingly. Petting her back, she trembled, arching into his touch and whining softly. After a few minutes, his calm stroking began to relax her body and she sagged wearily into the floor. After unhooking her chains, her shy pouting became amusing. All signs of defiance were gone, but it was clear that her wanting had not diminished. Sitting on the couch, he decided it was time for a break in the house tour. Leaning back against the cushions, he leaned his head back and took a deep, relaxing breath. He felt his pet's face rub against his leg and he stroked her absently. She inched closer, and he watched her surreptitiously from hooded lids. He'd given her no specific commands besides stay off the furniture. She had been punished for her mistake. Now, he wondered, would she perhaps, apologize?

Zorra inched closer, slowly, until she was kneeling between his thighs. At first, she simply rubbed her soft cheek against his skin, her hands remaining entirely on the floor. She is careful to keep her body off of the sofa. When he does not object, she becomes bolder, planting small, feather light kisses against the inside of David's knee, slowly drawing nearer to the apex of his thighs. She flicked her tongue to taste his skin. It was difficult, but he controlled his breathing and reactions to appear unmoved. The growing arousal beneath his robe, however, would soon become impossible to hide. When her lips reached the fabric of his robe, she paused.

"Will Master allow his pet to open his robe so that his pet may apologize for her naughty behavior?

At first, he didn't answer her, pretending to contemplate her request. She resumed licking and kissing his thighs, her movements becoming heated, her breath coming in short pants as she becomes more aroused. Finally, he relented.

"Yes."

That one soft word was all she needed. She quickly untied the robe and pulled it open, exposing his body to her gaze. Her mouth formed a small "o" of surprised delight as she saw the thick, jutting cock before her. She missed nothing in her sweeping gaze. Rising up to her full kneeling height, she leaned against him, planting kisses and licks along his neck and collar bone, sliding her tongue down to lick and suck on a flat, male nipple. He could feel himself growing more aroused as she nipped him with her lips, careful of her teeth, and sucked firmly on the hardened peak. Her hands slid over his stomach and chest, caressing every inch. After devouring one nipple, she eagerly suckled the other, wiggling her bare body against David's, the bells tinkling with each movement. 

Petting her head, he pushed her down, her tongue darting out to lick his stomach as it passed. When she tried to linger, he wound her silky hair firmly in his hands and pressed her between his thighs. Her soft, wet mouth covered his eager cock, licking and sucking with soft slurping noises. She hummed in pleasure as her mouth devoured him, slipping hot and wet across every inch of skin, dipping down to tickle his sac.

Still holding her hair firmly, he thrust into her mouth, pushing her to take him faster and harder. She struggled to keep up with his demanding pace, her nails digging into the soft carpeting to still her from pushing his grinding hips away. Her gasping, choking breaths were stimulating as David felt himself building, his cock sliding against and inside her silken lips. Finally he couldn't hold back any longer and gushed hot cum onto her lovely face. She licked her lips, sucking the juice from them, smiling widely.

Patting her head affectionately while he caught his breath, David decided 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 nodded 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 responded to his 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 continued 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 watched David intently as the rules of her new life are laid out. She chewed her lip thoughtfully. He thought she might have questions, but he does not ask for her thoughts. Instead, he stood, knocking her to the side with his body, still holding her leash. She scrambled to follow as he led her to the bedroom. Stopping in front of the bed, he sat 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."


Training a Pet



It had been three weeks since they had met in person and to say he was astonished at how well her training was going would be an understatement. Even now as he looked up from his place at the kitchen table he could see her busily dusting, vacuuming, cleaning and generally making sure the house they now shared was tidier than it ever had been before.

Of course she wasn't there for domestic servitude and he had discussed this with her on their first night together. They had agreed that moving from internet based to being in each other's company would take adjustment, but expressed confidence in each other's ability to make it work. 

It was after dinner while watching television and chatting together that she looked him in the eye and said, "Master I want you to train me, clearly BDSM is not new to me and you know what I like BUT I want you to train me to be perfect for you." 

Even now as he remembered the look in her eye he found the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. It hadn't been what she had said that had affected him in that way, but how she said it.

Training started the following morning when Master talked to Pet over breakfast about rules that would be in place and what was expected of her now that there was physical contact between them. It was agreed rules would cover both verbal and nonverbal instructions and that all rules would be enforced as to have unenforced rules would make a mockery of the D/s vibe being strived for. 

Discussions around darkness and violence put a glint in Pets eye and she had reached out to touch Master's hand and asked, "Can we looking into making a basement eventually?"

There had been a pause between them and a slow nod from Master which had excited Pet tremendously.

At that meeting they agreed Pet would continue to be called Pet, she would continue to maintain her diary and would take responsibility for the majority of the household chores with help from Master if needed. Basic rules such as Pet acting with decorum, not answering back and continuing to wear the color red at all times were matters that were also cemented. Pet's ability to cum was put in her Master's hand and Pet was told that she would be required to have her Master's approval before reaching orgasm both on her own or together with Master.

With some basic rules set the days spent together were a mix of vanilla normalcy and the subtle aspects of D/s. At night Master would sit on the sofa watching the television and it became their custom that Pet would either sit beside him cuddling affectionately or sit at his feet between his knees where Master could play with her hair and talk with Pet. Pet took on the household chores and Master could not remember the house been cleaner, the food better and a more fulfilled feeling in his life.

It took a week for the D/s side of their relationship to darken and sitting at the breakfast table reflecting brought a smile to his face as he remembered Pet's surprise as he pulled back the glass shower door while she was showering and watched as she lathered her body with soap. Fully dressed it was clear he had no intention of joining her and knowing him as she did she knew his intention was to watch so turning her body to him she had allowed him to watch as she washed and touched the most intimate places on her body. There was not one word spoken between them and her flushed cheeks told him everything he needed to know about her reaction. Her head slightly turned from him as she lifted her ample breasts to wash under them before soaping her fingers which were slipped between her legs as she washed her bare pussy. It was only then that she made eye contact with him, her fingers slipping between her folds washing her most intimate place as she stared into his eyes with a far away look

The shower finished, she turned off the water and looked at him hesitatingly as he stood between her and the large fluffy white towel that hung on the towel rail behind him. Turning and taking the towel he held it open and waited for her to step out before wrapping it around her. After drying her and clearly not satisfied with the shyness and perhaps humiliation she was feeling he let the towel drop to her feet as he lifted her left breast and lent into her "Have you washed under here?". 

He felt her tense before whispering softly, "Yes Master", lifting the other breast, 

"Have you washed under here?"

"Of course Master." she replied.

Resting her naked back against his chest she could feel his arms encircling her and his fingers resting against her bare mound. He could feel her breathing slightly shallow against him as his fingers slipped between her folds and teased the soft little bud that was her clit. Hearing her light moan and with his lips close to her ear he whispered,

"You are mine now, a possession to do with as I please."

He knew the effect his words would have on her and so was not surprised by her low soft moan or the fact that she leaned further into him. Widening her stance almost inviting his fingers she would not be disappointed as he pushed one then two fingers almost roughly inside her.

Possessive, dark and building her arousal he pumped two large fingers deep inside her as his thumb massaged her clit. Her body writhing he wrapped his arm around her bare chest and held her against him as he pushed her closer and closer to her orgasm. His words against her ear dark and possessive.

"You are mine now, completely mine."

A whimper and moan was her only response as he pushed her down over the bathroom sink to the sound of his zip being lowered, the thrust when it came lifting her to her toes but her eyes were now locked on him as she watched in the reflection of the mirror in front of her. His body thrust deep and hard into her as he held her hips in a steely hold, it was clear this was about his pleasure not hers as his thrusts become harder and faster. He could feel her body responding and could see her clawing at the bench her eyes wide as he bent over her and growled,

"Cum for me Pet." 

His words inflaming her as she stared back at him wide eyed unblinking as cum for him she did.

Resting against each other he finally straightened and tucked himself back in his pants before looking at his Pet still lying over the bathroom bench. Her naked body heaving slightly he noticed her wet thighs, her glistening pussy and softly spoke,

"Clean yourself up Pet and you will find your clothes for today laid out on the bed." 

He knew she was not that fond of him telling her what to wear but before bed the night before they had chosen what she would wear for the day and so he knew this would not alter the clearly used feeling that might be encircling her now as she lay prone of his bathroom bench.

Turning and leaving her he walked quietly down the hall towards the kitchen where he sat sipping his coffee listening to the sound of the shower at the other end of the house.

(To Be Continued)



Training a Pet



She looked at the comfortable cushions appreciatively, then her eyes fell on the cage, easily seen through the entry of the open doorway to the closet. Her trembling was easily felt through his hold on the leash. Smiling wickedly, he explained 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 wasn't needed. She would likely try almost anything to keep from having to go into the kennel. He would find a way to use it anyhow. The bars were wide enough that she could stick her arms or legs through, but not any other part of her ample body.

"Now, pet, it is time to please your Master."

Zorra blinked in surprise, thinking she had already pleased her Master with her lips and mouth. He decided it was best to give her a taste of what her life would be like more often than not, and so throw his robe off and advance on his lovely pet. Yanking her leash, David brought her face tight against his groin. She willingly opened her mouth to take his flaccid member lovingly into her mouth. She writhed her lips and tongue sensually, but with little effect. It was too soon after his last orgasm, but there was nothing like an impossible task for teaching. When he remained unmoved, he yanked her to her feet and shoved her on the bed.

Zorra clambered onto the well made bed, the throw pillows scattering. Grabbing an ankle, David held her still and chained her arms and legs, spread eagle on the bed. She struggled weakly against her bonds, watching him with eyes both hopeful and wary. Kneeling with his legs on either side of her face, he slid his cock into her waiting mouth, pounding her lips relentlessly until he began to feel the blood swell his rod oh so slightly. When she began to turn a little blue from the few and far between gasps of air, he left her to walk in the closet. Zorra gasped for breath, looking wildly around the room. When she saw him come from the closet wearing a black harness designed for double penetration. His cock and balls went through one hole and a monstrous dildo was attached to the other. The bells began to tinkle as she shuddered. A nervous laugh escaped her mouth, sounding ever so much like the gekkering of a vixen.

Kneeling on the bed, he lifted her hips and pulled the fat tail plug from her ass. It slipped from her body with a soft pop. Sliding one finger inside of her moist cunt, he can feel that she was 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, he slid both cocks into her soft body. She tried to arch against the sweet invasion, but the chains held her still. Leaning forward, he sucked one luscious tit into his mouth as he continued 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 rose to fevered vixen screams as his double penetration stretched her wider than she'd ever been before. The frustration of being unable to move, to increase her own pleasure, made her body shudder in need. The bells jingled with each thrust, and his tongue and lips sucking her puckered, brown tits was sending her over the edge. David's own pleasure was growing, his balls tightening and coiling, swelling in need while he pumped inside her. She could feel his heat as it seared against her own hot body.

He abandoned her nipples in favor of watching her tits as they bounced with each thrust, touching her dropped chin with each forceful slap of wet flesh against wet flesh. He notes 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 opened her eyes, her screams and pants becoming shriller by the minute as she watched the dual cocks pounding into her lithe body. He felt her cunt beginning to tremble, pulsing with heat and need.

"Don't you dare cum, my pet."

As he rebuked her mounting passions, one finger touched her sensitive clit, throwing her body into a raging spiral which she was helpless to resist. Her screams echoed throughout the house, drowning out the bells as she gushed hot cum onto the bed and all over his body. Still pumping, he redoubles his 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 he continued to rub her clit while slamming and grinding his hips against her. The orgasm dragged on, seemingly forever. A pet with such an easy trigger would need lots of punishing. It would take her a long time to learn the proper control to cool her desires for him until she could cum on demand. Looking forward to the challenge, David gripped her hips tightly as he felt his explosion racking through his 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 needed little encouragement, squeezing both cocks tightly as her whole body responded to his touch. Finally, he collapsed on top of her, not concerned that this only allowed her to take short, shallow breaths. She looked as if she was a little dizzy when he finally rolled off of her body. Staring down at her flushed and passion filled face, David's smile of adoration was marred only somewhat by the wicked glint in his 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 pulled futilely against her chains, the bells tinkling as she watched him enter the closet again. The leather, cattail whip in his hand drew a gasp from her.

"Oh Master, please! Please have mercy on your pet! She didn't mean to displease her Master! She will wait for Master's command next time, please! Please don't whip me!"

Her mouth snapped shut as she realized she had made a second blunder, referring to herself as 'me.' Advancing on her prone, bound body, he saw her squirming uncomfortably, tears streaming down her eyes, and she pleaded again.

"Master, let your pet try again, she will do anything, anything for her Master!"

"Yes, pet, I know you will."

The whip slapped against her right breast first. The blow wasn't hard but it stung and she hissed in pain. Carefully, he landed a second blow, just a little harder, onto her left breast. The hiss of her breath ended with a moan of both pain and pleasure as he alternated between her heaving bosom, slashing the tanned flesh with neat, controlled whips.

When his aim began to stripe her stomach with long, red marks, inching lower and lower, she began to scream, not in pain, but fear, as his whip brushed the outside of her thighs.

"Oh Master! Please don't whip your pet's pussy! She can't please her Master if he whips her pussy!"

Slapping her exposed cunt cruelly, he laughed.

"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 wailed the words, as commanded.

"Master's pet will do as she's told! Master's pet will do as she's told! Master's pet will do as she's toooold!"

Finally relenting, David could see that her pussy was even wetter than before. In spite of the pain, he knew his pet liked her whipping. Turning the whip handle around in his hands, he inserted her tail plug back into her well fucked ass and thrust the whip deeply into her pussy, his 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 strained to meet his pounding fist, and when David's lips locked over her nipple, she nearly seals her fate. With great struggle she pulled back on her passions, taking deep, ragged breaths to concentrate on stilling her body. Over and over he tortured her flesh, teasing it to the brink of orgasm, forcing her to deny the release for long agonizing minutes. Finally, David took her lips, kissing her deeply, as her lover, as her Master. She responded with full love and trust, opening to his invading tongue and meeting it with equal passion.

"Please Master... please!"

She would not voice her desires, but he knew what she wanted, what she needed. She has obeyed him, and he will reward her with fulfillment. Breaking their kiss, he leaned down to whisper into her ear.

"Cum for me, my pet. Cum for your Master."

Her body exploded on command, soaking the sheets once more with her juices. He bit her neck, hard enough to mark her, and she screamed in ecstasy as a second orgasm followed on the heels of the first. He didn't stop pumping her with the whip until her body finally stilled, panting in a heap on the bed.

Glancing out the window, he saw that the light was fading. The day was almost over, and he'd already gotten such enjoyment from her soft little body. He did not release her from her chains after turning off the lights and throwing a blanket over both their bodies. Lying still, listening to her breathing as she fell into a deep, exhausted sleep, he can barely close his own eyes, in anticipation of what the morning brings.

************************************************** Soft, tinkling bells greeted him as David awoke. Sunlight was streaming through the curtains. His pet was squirming uncomfortably, still chained to the bed. Rolling over, he captured her lips with a searing, passionate kiss, while deftly unlocking the chains from her cuffs. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly, pressing into the kiss with abandon. Peeking around her head, still kissing, he saw that it was after 9:00. He hadn't allowed her any breaks since her arrival. Now the squirming made sense, and alerted him to his own need to relieve himself. Breaking from her embrace, he unlocked her ankles as well and attached her leash to the collar. Leading her into the kitchen, which never made it to the house tour yesterday, he set her in front of her schedule while he went to the restroom.

The schedule was already memorized in 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 Weekends were not much different, except that they started at 9:00 and ended at midnight. The reading, nap and free time are both replaced with pleasuring and entertaining David and his friends. It also included lengthened breakfasts and lunches.

When David returned he found Zorra studying the schedule intently. She looked at him coyly, and he realized that they've skipped the first step. It was already 9:20, and he'd woken her. He tossed some Corn flakes and milk into his food dish and began to eat his own cereal. Zorra quickly gulped down her food, then crawled over to his chair. Placing her head in David's lap, she gazed longing into his eyes.

"Master's pet did not know she was to waken him with oral sex. This pet would like to suck her Master's cock now, if it is Master's wish."

Nodding his head, he continued to eat his cereal as his pet knelt under the table and settled herself between his naked thighs. David spread himself wide, giving her better access, as her hungry mouth descended on his shaft, licking and sucking with vigor. Once again, he struggled to remain neutral, focusing on his chewing as his pet brought his body closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, he wrapped his hands in her hair and held her tightly to his swollen cock, jerking as he spurt his hot cum into her eager mouth. Without a word, he finished his breakfast.

Glancing at the clock, Zorra scurried to the bathroom to wash and relieve herself. When finished, she stood uncertainly between the living room and dining room. He knew she was supposed to have dressed him before breakfast, and the break from the schedule was making her uncomfortable. After tossing both bowls in the sink, David smiled indulgently and took her leash, walking her back to the bedroom. After picking out a pair of jeans and a plain tee shirt, he allowed her to dress him. Once finished, he smacked her bare bottom with a loud crack.

"Go to your yoga, pet. My friends will be arriving soon."

She slipped him a kiss and skipped away to the living room, her bells tinkling gently, finding the DVD with ease and beginning her morning stretches. He found it particularly pleasing to watch her rounded ass with the furry tail sticking between her cheeks while she moved in awkward poses. Picking up the phone, David texted his friends to come over and see his new acquisition.

John and Adam arrived much faster than he'd expected. Zora was still in the last few minutes of her DVD when the doorbell rang. She paused, but when he didn't give her any instructions, she resumed her workout. The men were stunned, practically drooling when they see the gorgeous vixen. David beamed with pride.

"You are so lucky"

"I totally want one."

It was too funny to watch them, he simply couldn't resist asking.

"She's adorable, isn't she? Want to fuck her?"

Both men's jaws dropped and they nodded vigorously, incapable of actual answers. They walked into the living room like stalking tigers, their fingers actually twitching in eagerness. As the DVD came to a close, David calls to his 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 jingled as her trembling feet took her to the restroom. She used her full fifteen minutes before returning warily. The men were too excited to make idle chatter, pacing impatiently while waiting for her return.

When she finally did, she knelt demurely in front of David, leaning against his leg and staring wide eyed at his friends. John took a deep breath, inhaling the perfume she had spritzed on herself. When he caught sight of the furry, wagging tail sticking from her lovely ass cheeks, he stepped forward.

"Dibs on her ass."

Adam cursed.

"Don't worry Adam, her pussy is just as tight as her ass."

Adam's drooling resumed.

"Pet, remove my friend's clothes."

Watching his pet as she obeyed him, David sat on the couch, enjoying the men's reactions. Adam allowed her to remove his pants and underwear, his cock already straining towards her from its pale, sandy blond pubic hair. He couldn't wait for her to remove his shirt, however, and stripped it off himself, leaving his longish, matching locks in disarray.

John, who stood at 6'7," didn't make it easy on her at all. He stood still while she struggled to remove his shirt, her bare body rubbing sensually against his stiffening length as she pulled the fabric from his body. Once they were both naked, David pulled her leash, bringing her to stand. Without needing further instruction, she quickly pulled his clothes off as well, kissing his naked flesh as she reveals it. Both men watched jealously. She hadn't done that for them! John stroked his jet black mustache in anticipation as she again kneeled 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 had their instructions, the fun could begin. David took pleasure in ordering his friends around as well. The men didn't even notice, or care, that he'd told them exactly how and where they would be fucking his new toy. They were just too happy to be allowed the privilege.

John quickly sprawled on the shag rug, pushing the leather ottoman coffee table aside. He took Zorra'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 included a slick oil, and he slid in easily, almost four inches in the first thrust. She barked in surprise, then moaned as he lifted her body with his hands and thrust her down, nearly to the hilt now. 

Adam wasted little time kneeling down between both of their legs to thrust his long, eager cock inside her tight pussy. They could both feel the other's cock between the thin wall separating her ass and pussy. Watching at first, David noticed the men were first thrusting in random strokes, but soon they came together, shoving their thick dicks in a sawing, alternating rhythm. His pet was panting, her moans rising to short bursts of screams. She tried to steady herself against the floor, but couldn't get a good hold, flopping helplessly between the two men.

Grabbing her hair in his hands David yanked her head back and thrust his cock into her panting mouth. She licked and sucked, moaning into his flesh as the men began to quicken their pace. Adam began to suck her generous tits, the tasty nipples hardening in his mouth like caramel candy. David sensed she was close, and released one hand from her hair to twist the other nipple. She bucked, her screams humming, muffled against his engorged cock.

"Not yet, my pet. Don't you dare cum."

Her whimpers were making the men wild. Knowing that David had control over something so elemental as her orgasms was forcing their own to speed up. He stared hard at his friends, and they both grit their teeth, forcing themselves also to hold back, pounding the sweet vixen until she couldn't stand it any longer. Her ass and pussy both exploded, her cum gushing onto both cocks, dripping down the crack of her ass. The men teetered 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 continued to thrust until finally David grunted his own pleasure, gagging his pet with the hot pulse of his cum down her throat.

Everyone stood still for a long moment, breathing heavily. Finally, David broke 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, leered as they dragged her over first one knee, then the next, spanking Zorra's ass until it was bright red. She sobbed, barely able to stand, as David dragged her to her kennel and locked her away for the rest of the day while he and his friends re-dressed and went out for a night on the town.

When David returned, it was past midnight. Zorra's ass was still bright red as she slept fitfully on her side. He opened the cage and pulled her gently by her leash, watching her as she stumbled from the cage, half awake. Bringing her into the shower, he removed her leash and washed her down lovingly. As the warm water coated her sore body, she slowly woke, and began to soap him in return. Her passionate kisses told him that she had already forgiven the harsh lesson, and would strive even harder to please him in the future.

As he lay down to sleep, with Zorra nestled between his thighs, licking and sucking him gently, David looked forward to tomorrow. Even though it was a work day, he could enjoy going to work completely sated, and revel in the knowledge that Zorra was home, waiting for him, spending her day exactly as he'd planned it for her. Stroking her hair lovingly, David drifted off to sleep, in the arms of his beloved pet.



Training a Prison Bitch



"Yes Officer Garcia I'll be a good prison bitch." Nikki whimpered. The lightly tanned beauty was face down ass up on the merciless concrete floor and she was scrubbing his black dress shoes with her tongue. Garcia was adamant that she clean every single speck of dust from his feet. Nikki let her mind wander for a moment wondering how she ended up on her knees tracing the seams of a Mexican cop's shoes with her tongue. Why was his baton six inches into her ass right then as he took pictures. The pictures didn't matter anymore. Since he'd raped her a few weeks ago he'd probably taken hundreds of pictures of her in every position he could dream up. More than enough to make sure that her family would never take her back. . .if they had any intention of taking her back before. She was a felon and really she deserved everything he had done to her. Actually deserved much worse than that. What she deserved only happened in her nightmares.

That was why she let him do those things to her. She deserved to have those things done to her and much worse. Garcia seemed bound and determined to make sure that she got the treatment she so richly deserved for her crime. He'd spent the first week getting her body to betray her and obey him. Just the sight of him got her wet, in less than one week he trained her body to have anal orgasms. Today was the fourth day of her bitch training and she hated it.

He was training her to be his prison bitch. Nothing more than a common animal. Garcia let her continue to lick his shoes until both glistened with a layer of spit and then he started her training for the night making sure she'd remembered what she'd already been taught. "Sit." Nikki sat up on her haunches her ass pressed against her heels and her hands were down between her lewdly spread legs just like a dog would sit. "Lay down." She fell back placing her feet flat on the floor and crossing her wrists over head around the leg of the lower bunk. Her legs were still a scandalous distance apart leaving her now smooth shaven pussy on display and her owner chose he could cuff her hands around the bunk and use her however he saw fit, she'd be powerless to stop him. "Roll over." Her hands basically remained in place but she rolled over onto her knees pulling them as close to her elbows as she could manage. That was his favorite position, it pushed her ass up in the air and with her legs spread her asshole was clearly displayed. 

"That's a good girl." He taunted and laid his hand on her ass. Nikki couldn't stop her body, just that slight touch of his calloused hands on her flesh turned her on and even that condescending approval was more positive attention than she'd gotten in months from anybody but him. She craved it his praise. "Now that's a good girl are you ready to learn your new trick?" 

"Ruff. Ruff." Nikki still had a hard time barking like she was excited. It was so degrading that he was training her not to speak. She was just a bitch and she could only bark and whimper like the dog she was. Garcia let her know that he wasn't pleased by slapping her ass. Nikki yelped and he slapped her again harder this time and she squealed. "Ruff ruff!" She yipped. Her ass burned as he slapped her again raising welts on her bottom. Her legs started coiling, begging her to move but she didn't dare break position. If she moved he was going to wrap the belt around her throat, he only did that when she was disobedient. Nikki strived to please him at all times.

"That's better. You've only got a few tricks left to learn and then you'll be a perfect prison bitch. Does that make you happy?" Nikki barked happily at him and Garcia smiled down at her. Garcia stripped down laying his clothing down on the top bunk. "Toss the salad." The cop leaned over and braced himself against the wall. Nikki felt her heart stop and her throat tighten. "Are you refusing to do as you're told?" Nikki shook her head and gave a small bark crawling closer to him. 

The trip that he was asking didn't need an explanation. She knew what degrading act he wanted her to perform and it was something she'd never done before, not for her fiancée, not for Kris who made the world turn for her. She'd never done it for anybody. If Nikki had thought for a second that begging would get her out of this she'd beg him. Beg him to fuck her in the ass, beg him to slap her around, beg him to do anything but this. It wasn't going to help though. Garcia would do all of those things and then he'd get her to do this or he'd destroy what was left of her life. She couldn't forget what was at stake with him. If she wasn't perfect for him she'd end up locked in the Hole and he'd leak the pictures to her family. 

Nikki twisted her lips in disgust and did as she was told. She reached up and pried his brown ass cheeks open. She'd never looked at an asshole up close before. It wasn't quite what she'd expected. She wasn't sure what she'd really expected a man's rectum to look like but it wasn't gross looking. It was just a tight brown hole. Nikki leaned forward pressing her nose into his crack and inhaling his scent. It didn't really smell bad either, she couldn't quite put her finger on the scent but it wasn't disgusting like she'd expected. Finally her tongue came out and lightly brushed against his puckered hole. "More really dig in there bitch." Garcia growled reaching back and gripping her by the hair pulling her deeper into his ass. Nikki whimpered pathetically but did as she was told holding her tongue stiff. Nikki jabbed her firm pink tongue against his ass pushing until the tiny ring of muscle gave way. "Damn bitch. You're a fucking natural." Her tongue slipped into his asshole and started to wriggle around. "I bet you did this shit for your man every night. Did you? Did he make you guess what he had for dinner each night? Can you guess what I had for dinner?" She barked an answer then got back to work pushing her tongue as deep into his ass as she could manage. "That's it girl." Garcia took one of her hands and put it on his cock, the other on his scrotum.

Officer Garcia braced himself against the wall as Nikki's tongue lashed against his shit hole, each movement of her tongue bringing him closer to the orgasm he craved. "Little bitch, you're just here to make me cum you know that don't you?" She barked stroking his cock faster them. Each time he insulted her she redoubled her efforts tongue fucking his ass, stroking his throbbing cock, massaging his scrotum. "Worthless slut." His breathing was becoming uneven already though. She'd been with him enough times to know that he was getting close, she was doing well and she craved his approval. The best approval he could give her was white, sticky and delicious and she would have it with or without his approval.

"Don't you stop girl, don't you dare stop!' Garcia pushed his ass back against her tongue and moaned. Nikki wasn't going to stop even if he'd told her to though. His body spasmed. Once, then again harder and stronger his anus clenching down on her tongue and his cock throbbed in her fist. She felt his hot cum ooze onto her hand, then down onto her wrist but she didn't stop stroking him. Nikki kept Garcia cumming for nearly a full minute before he finally pulled away.

"Ruff ruff." Nikki barked hungrily licking the cum from her hand. She crawled forward kissing at his inner thigh. "Ruff." She bit down on her lower lip looking up at Officer Garcia.

"Stay bitch. This is your last trick of the day and if you do really well maybe tomorrow you'll get a treat. So are you ready for your newest trick?" He asked reaching down to scratch behind her ears. She hated the confused feelings that she got when he did that. It was degrading that he was continuing to treat her like an animal but praise was praise and she couldn't stop her lips from smiling. At least until he told her what her new trick was.

"Toilet is your new command word. When I say toilet you are to kneel, open your mouth and whatever I put in your mouth you swallow, no matter what it is. You understand?" Nikki barked weekly. "I can't hear you bitch." She barked again louder. "Good now toilet!" Nikki sat back on her knees and put her hands on her thighs. "Garcia slapped her across the face." Stupid bitch unless you are given permission your legs are never ever to be together and I like seeing your tits so unless I tell you something different hands are always behind your back. Try again! Toilet!" Nikki spread her legs and pulled her arms behind her back thrusting her breasts out for him and opened her mouth wider. "Tilt your head back." Nikki obeyed keeping her mouth open and closing her eyes. Another slap cracked against her face snapping her head to the side. "Eyes open." Nikki whimpered resisting an urge to rub her sore cheek. "Toilet!" This time she got it right.

She had to watch Garcia lean over her and spit into her mouth. She could see the clear white slime ooze from his mouth down to hers and land on her tongue warm and disgusting. Nikki swallowed. Nikki's eyes widened as Garcia readied for the second part of her trick and rested the tip of his now flaccid cock against her lips. 

Her hands clenched into fists and for the second time that night her stomach twisted at the idea of what she was about to do but she refused to move. "Wow such a brave little prison bitch. If you get this right on the first time you'll be the first girl. You're gonna make me proud chica, I just know it." Garcia started to piss into her open mouth. Nikki sputtered slightly as the first stream flowed into her mouth beating against the roof of her mouth before pooling around her tongue. It barely had a flavor, it was just warm and a kinda salty and once it filled her mouth she swallowed. Garcia didn't care splattering a bit over her face.

"Hold it, no more swallowing till I say." Garcia shivered slightly as he watched her gulp down his mouthfuls of his hot piss as fast as she could manage it was about three mouthfuls and some splatter that ended up on the floor. Nikki just sat there letting the last bits of his piss pool in her mouth frothing over her lips but she held it as he watched. "Good girl Hold it just like that." He shook the last few drops onto her nose then got dressed. "Now that's a very good girl. Gargle it." She obeyed blowing bubbles in his piss. "Swish it around." Nikki closed her mouth swishing his now cooling piss around her tongue noting that the flavor fouled as it cooled. "Okay that's enough swallow." Nikki gulped the rest of his piss down and grimaced. "Okay bitch that's good enough." Garcia leaned down to pet her head. "You can talk now Domenique Abigail Conner." 

Nikki didn't have anything to say to him right the. All the warm fuzzy feeling she'd been feeling just a few minutes before over the slightest bit of positive attention. All of it was gone the moment he used her full name. It would have hurt less if he'd just kept calling her a worthless piece of shit. "You don't like your real name do you bitch?" 

"No Officer Garcia." She spat staring at the floor. 

"Good. Maybe if you don't let me down at the end of the month I'll do something nice for you girl." Garcia said and then walked out of the cell leaving Nikki alone for the night. The doors closed, the lights went out and Nikki smiled. 



Training A Proper Wife



Part 1

The metal bar banged and shook as the 45-pound plates slammed onto the floor. "AAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!"

I raised my eyebrow and watched Ethan wipe the sweat from his forehead. "Damn. You ARE pissed today." He sighed, adding more metal plates to the bar without a word. "Lemme guess. Lilly?"

He rolled his eyes. "Ah yeah. Too tired last night. Again. Always tired. Has a headache. Hasn't taken a shower. Blah blah blah. And you think she'll ever suck on my cock? Fat chance. She's the most conservative girl ever."

It was nothing new. I'd been listening to this for nearly three years now, every since the beginning of Ethan's marriage. Lillian was a smoking hot girl, tall, with dark hair and long sexy legs, and she seemed like she had so much potential. But only a few months after getting that ring on her finger, her sex drive seemed to have gotten up and walked away. At least, that's what I kept hearing. And frankly, I was tired of it. "Why don't you quit your whining and do something about it?"

"Heh. Like what."

I pondered for a moment, wondering if he was ready to hear my idea. "Have her trained."

Ethan laughed. "Trained huh? Like that stuff you and Tara do? I WISH I could talk her into that."

"I didn't say anything about talking her into it. Tell you what... just tell her that you planned a special trip for just the two of you. Have her take a couple of weeks off of work, so no one will miss her. Then drive her up to our place in the mountains, you know the place, and drop her off. I'll handle it from there. Come back in a week, week and half, and I guarantee you, she'll be a different woman."

"No way man. You're out of your mind."

Two days later a text showed up on my phone. "Alright. I can't believe I'm doing this but I don't feel like I have any other choice. It's either your idea or it's the end for us. Let's do it." I smiled. This was going to be so much fun.

Tara and I referred to our place in the mountains as "our cabin". Really it wasn't a cabin at all, at nearly 3000 square feet, but we liked how it sounded. What appeared to be a large attached garage sat to the side of it. Inside there was where the real fun went on... everything needed to train a woman to be the perfect slave. Ethan's car appeared at the end of the driveway, the tires leaving tracks in the snow. I watched as it pulled up close to the garage and they stepped out. I could hear them arguing as they approached the door, something about reading the map or being at the wrong place. 

I opened the door and Lilly looked at me, a faint hint of recognition on her face from meeting me once before. I smiled. "Hi." Then violently, I whipped a black cloth bag over her head and tightened it around her neck, yanking her towards me into the house. She screamed as I took her to the floor, expertly wrapping her hands behind her back and handcuffing them together. "STOP!!! ETHAN! HELP!!! ETHAN! ETHAN???" I looked up and made eye contact with my old friend. He stood there shocked, frozen in surprise at seeing his wife attacked so suddenly right in front of him. I nodded toward his car and he understood. It was in my hands now. He quickly walked away without looking back, as if hesitating for a moment would cause him to change his mind.

Lilly screamed at the top of her lungs as I dragged her through the house and into my lair, demanding to know who I was, what I thought I was doing, where was Ethan, demanding to be set free at once. She was such an entitled little bitch. I couldn't wait to teach her some hard lessons. I threw her onto a thin, firm mattress laying on the cold cement floor. She cried out as she landed and fell silent for a moment. I pulled the bag off of her head and tossed it aside, the dim light flickering on her face. Her eyes were filled with fear. "What... what do you want with us?"

I smirked. "With us? There is no "us". It's just you here. You see, Ethan got tired of putting up with your shit. He decided he didn't want you anymore. So he gave you away." I looked her straight in the eye, my face confident and cruel. "You belong to me now."

Part 2

He eyes welled up and her lower lip pulled back in horror as she began to cry. "Wha.... what? You... you can't do that... that... that's... not..." she shook her head, at a loss for words at the terror of her situation. I eyed her body up and down like she was a piece of savory meat after a long day's work, removing my clothes one piece at a time, pulling my boxers down and letting my thick cock flop out for her to see. "What are you doing? What... why are you doing that?", her eyes widening as she answered her own question. I knelt down on the mattress, pulling her light winter jacket off her shoulders and pushing it down to her bound wrists. Her sexy body, paralyzed in fear, shivered at my touch as I slid my hands down her purple cotton top and squeezed her breasts.

I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her face close to mine, drawing her lower lip into my mouth and biting it, my other hand sliding up to her neck as well. Then I slipped my fingers underneath her shirt, close to her throat, and yanked it apart hard, ruining her shirt in one quick motion, ripping it open so her white cotton bra was the only thing between her large firm breasts and me. The shock of me suddenly tearing the clothes off her body brought all of the horror of her fate into her mind at once, and a frantic screaming began as she tried to fight me away.

"HELP! HEEELLLLLP! STOP! STOP! NOOOOOOOO! DON'T TOUCH ME!!! STOP IT!!!"

The screaming and yelling continued as I viciously ripped the clothes off her body, forever ruining everything that covered her skin, tearing away at her like a wolf ripping the insides out of its prey. I didn't stop for a second as pieces of her white cotton panties fell onto the floor around us, shreds of cloth that were once securing her decency. I stood up, looking over her naked body, and walked to a locker on the other side of the room. When I returned to her I held a large military knife in my hands. 

"Oh my god. Please. Please don't hurt me...", the tears streaming down her face as she trembled, "please... please don't..." I grabbed her by the hair and turned her face down, using the sharp knife to cut the winter jacket off where it dangled from her handcuffed wrists. I could see the metal cuffs digging into her wrists, making red marks on them. I dropped the shredded jacket on the floor. Her body let loose and she sobbed loudly, partly relieved at the discovery that the knife was not meant for her, partly terrified of what was to come. She didn't have to wait long to find out.

I grabbed a large fistful of hair again and yanked her, hard, off her stomach and onto her back, getting down between her legs as she tried to kick me off of her, then clamping her thighs together in a vain attempt to stop her pussy from being violated. I would teach her obedience later, for now, she would only learn that she could deny me nothing. I grabbed her tightly by the ankles, forcing them apart, and then continued pulled them away from each other as I forced her legs open wider and wider. She arched her back and struggled, fighting as best she could, but in only a moment I am between her legs, my hardened cock at the dry entrance of her body. Her crying intensified as she realized her helplessness, and the crushing weight of my muscular body overpowered her, exhausting her every attempt at fighting back, making her feel tiny and weak. I forced my cock inside her pussy, sticking it in a little at a time to draw her wetness out and not injure myself, and then thrusting it back up inside her violently. 

She screamed loudly one final time, and then relaxed her legs and went limp, letting me rape her, as if it no longer mattered once I had forced myself inside her. Her head turned to the side and she looked blankly at the wall, tears streaming down her face and onto the mattress as I violently pounded her pussy with my cock. I slapped her face, hard, to bring her mind back to the moment. "Look at me." She shrieked in pain and then squeezed her eyes shut, turning her head further. I slapped her again, harder this time, and then again, and again, and again. "I said, Look at me." She sobbed loudly but obeyed, trying to avoid being punished further. I raped her pussy hard and deep for a good twenty minutes, forcing her to watch me the entire time. Finally I reached down and grabbed her hair with both hands, placing my mouth over hers and breathing loudly as I came inside her, filling her pussy with my cum. I pulled my cock out and stood over her, watching her curl up, as if trying to cover her face with her knees. I looked down at my cock, covered in cum and fluids from her insides. I turned and walked into the house, leaving her.

I opened the door and stepped inside, my wet cock still hard from raping the girl that was Lilly. Tara jumped in surprise, getting up off the couch where she was lying and dropped to her knees, placing her hands palms-up on her thighs. Her head was straight and proud, her back arched, eyes cast down to the floor. Her cheeks were flushed and she breathed heavily. Her voice was soft and sweet. "Welcome home, Master." I looked at her quizzically, quickly reconstructing the last few moments. "Tara... where you pleasuring yourself while you listened to me rape that girl?"

Her shoulders slumped. "Yes sir. I'm very sorry sir."

I stifled a laugh as best I could. "Alright well... come over here and clean her filth off of my cock, and I'll punish you properly later."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir." She crawled forward and her hands and knees, taking my cock into her mouth and sucking on it hard, slurping every last bit of fluid off of it, licking my shaft and balls to be sure she got everything. She sat back, her job done. "Thank you Master.". I pointed to the couch where she had been lying. "Carry on then. Might as well finish what you started." I turned back to the garage. I had to get back to the girl that had been Lilly before she had time to recover.

Part 3

She hadn't moved since I had left her, still crumpled up in a little heap, her hands restrained behind her back. I walked to the locker and took out a large pair of scissors, walking toward her. She eyes caught the glint of the metal and she struggled to sit up, wondering what was going to happen. She relaxed when she saw it was scissors instead of a knife, but her frightened eyes darted around, trying to determine my intent. I reach down and grabbed her long, dark hair, slipping the open scissors around it just below the level of her ears. "Stay still." Her eyes squeezed shut and she whimpered and began to cry as I hacked through her thick hair, making a jagged cut all the way across. Her eyes opened as I held her hair out in front of her, letting it slide through my fingers and fall onto the floor. She sobbed loudly, shaking her head as each strand settled on the floor. "Wh.... why... why are you doing this to m... meee?" I said nothing, but reached down and removed her handcuffs, pulling her to her feet.  

She trembled and wrapped her arms around her body in an attempt to warm herself, or cover her nakedness, or perhaps both. Her short hair was the perfect length to grab a big fistful of and drag her around. I took her and pulled her over to a large vat full of cold water, pushing her to the edge of it with me standing behind her. Her hands grasped the edges, her mouth opened in protest, but before she could make I sound I dunked her head under the water, holding her underneath the surface. Her hands and legs scrambled frantically, trying to pull herself out, trying to get back to the air. After a moment I yank her head out, water spewing out of her mouth as she coughed and choked.

"Pl... *cough*... please... please stop..."

I still held her tightly with one hand, and I walked her, half bent over, to the wall covered by a large mirror. I stood her up. "Look in the mirror. Who do you see?"

She looked up, watching the person in the mirror peering back at her. She was naked and filthy, dripping wet, her face distorted in fear and pain, plus her short hair making it hard to even recognize herself. "Li... Lilly. Lillian."

"That's impossible. Lillian was raped and murdered. And you? You're just a miserable piece of trash that belongs to me. In fact, that's what I'm going to name you. From now on I will call you 'trash'. " Her face winced as if in severe pain and she sobbed loudly. I hold her face back up to the mirror. "You want to try again? Who is this?"

She continued sobbing as she looked at herself again. "Li... Lill..." I rolled my eyes and dragged her viciously back to the vat, dunking her head under again, her scream muffled by the water. Her arms flailed about wildly and her body contorted itself, trying everything she could to escape. I hold her under much longer this time, forcing her to take the water into her lungs. A trickle of warm, yellow liquid dribbled down her leg as she lost control of her bladder. I pull her back out into the atmosphere, hearing a loud gurgling gasp as her lungs scream out for air, followed by a violent fit of coughing as she struggles to catch her breath. "Trash. *cough* *gasp* Trash. My name is *cough* Trash. My name is Trash. My name is Trash. My name is Trash."

"Are you certain? Let's go have a look and make sure." I pull her back to the mirror again, pushing her up close to it. She braces herself against the wall, looking herself in the face. "Who is this?"

"Trash. I'm trash."

"What happened to Lillian?"

"She...", her eyes clench closes and tears run down her face, mixing with the water dripping off her body, "she's dead. She was... raped... and... raped and murdered." He legs gave out and she collapsed to the floor, covering her face and sobbing. I let her lie there for a moment, watching her come to terms with her new identity. 

"Follow me." I start walking away slowly, and she tries to get up, but her legs don't want to cooperate. "CRAWL." She obeys, crawling along the cold hard floor behind me. I walk to a large metal crate, with vertical bars as the walls and only a rubber mat as the floor. I open the door to the crate with a creak. "This is where you sleep, trash. Now get inside." She stops for a moment, crying still, but dares not disobey me this time. She climbs into the crate and I shut the door loudly behind her, locking it with a large padlock. It's barely big enough for her to lie down in the fetal position, not nearly long enough for her to stretch out. 

Two large speakers sit behind the crate, pointed directly at it. I walk over to the receiver, turning the volume up and pressing play. An immense sound fills the room as intense heavy metal music booms out of the speakers. I walk to the door and shut off the light, filling the cold room with darkness. It's barely 60 degrees, not cold enough to harm her, but certainly not comfortable. I leave the room, shutting the door behind me, leaving my new slave curled up in the cold, shivering in complete darkness, with a massive noise keeping her from sleep, making the darkness all the more terrifying.

Part 4

I walk out to the garage in the morning, turning the music off, and squatting down I look at the dirty little slut curled up in her cage. "Get out here and stand up." She crawls out and, very slowly, climbs to her feet, gripping the side of the crate for support. Her body shivers, her eyes have heavy, dark circles under them, the whites of her eyes bloodshot from a night of fitful sleep in terrifying conditions. Her body is covered in dirt and filth, remnants of my cum and her own urine still staining her body. "Oh dear lord, look at this filthy, dirty, piece of trash. I simply cannot have my property looking this disgusting. Don't move."

I open the door to the house and call for Tara. Her light footsteps patter down the stairs as she hurries to me, kneeling down and placing her hands palms-up on her thighs. "Yes Master." 

"Tara, take off all of your clothes and come wash this dirty slut off, she's simply covered in filth. Tara smiles softly and quickly undresses. "Yes sir." She approaches my new slave, a kind, sweet smile on her face, and takes her gently by the hand. I can tell that 'trash' is confused by Tara's sweet demeanor and kindness, and the pretty smile on her face, they seem so foreign. Her soft white skin practically glows, she looks like an angel, as if sent to comfort her in this hellish place. 

They walk together to the corner of the room where a large drain sits in the concrete floor. Tara pulls a water hose from the wall and begins spraying her down, starting at the top and working her way to her toes. The water is cold, but somehow refreshing, soothing even. Tara fetches a pail of warm, soapy water, and with a large sponge that one might use to wash a car, she carefully scrubs her body down until it's covered in a warm, thick lather. The sudden warmth of the water, of Tara's hands as they touch her all over, of the contact of their bodies together feels incredible, almost overwhelming 'trash' with emotion. A single tear slides down her cheek, as her body is sprayed off with the hose again, her skin feeling fresh and clean.

"There now, doesn't that feel better?" She nods, her eyes cast to the floor. "You should show your appreciation to Tara for cleaning you so nicely, don't you think? Why don't you give her a sweet kiss to say thank you." Her eyes lift from the floor as she looks at Tara's naked body. She'd never kissed a woman before, hell, never even been so close to another naked woman as she is now. And yet, somehow, it doesn't seem difficult at all, as she takes the few steps to cover the distance between them and, putting her hands around the back of Tara's head, kisses her, slowly and softly, taking in her scent and the lovely texture of her lips, their naked bodies touching each other's. She didn't just look like an angel. Her scent, the way she felt, the taste her lips... they were, at that moment in time, everything that was good and beautiful in the universe.

"Thank you Tara, you may go now. Well. You certainly don't look like a piece of trash anymore. I suppose that I'm going to have to give you a different name. How about "Slut"? Do you like that name?" I watched as her eyes moved around, thinking to herself. Certainly being called a slut was better than being a piece of trash, wasn't it? 

"Yes. I... I like that name."

A leather collar slips out of my palm, and I hold it up for her to see. "I thought you might say that." A metal tag riveted to the collar is engraved with the word, "Slut". "I have something for you.", handing her the collar. "What do you say?"

"Th.... thank you."

"Thank you....?" I look at her expectantly. "Thank you... sir?" I nod slightly, and stepping forward I place the collar around her neck, pulling it only tight enough to keep contact with her skin. "This is the only thing that you own. I expect you to take care of it. Do you understand?"

Her eyes never leave the floor as she nods submissively. "Yes sir."

"Good. Now, are you hungry?"

She nods eagerly.

"Excellent. Follow me." I walk to a large chair and sit down, sighing as I lean back. "On your knees." She obeys slowly, trying to understand. As I unzip my pants and pull my hardening cock out, she finally gets it. Both of her hands wrap over her mouth and her eyes fill with tears. "How about some hot cum for breakfast, hmmm? You do know how to suck a man's cock, don't you?" The tears trickle down her face and she shakes her head, partly answering the question and partly in disbelief at what is about to happen to her. She knew plenty of girls that gave their boyfriends or husbands oral sex, but she NEVER did such a thing. To take a man's penis into your mouth? The very thought of it disgusted her. And if he were to come while still in her mouth? She couldn't even stand having cum in her vagina, hated it even. To have that thick liquid oozing out of a man onto her tongue, into her throat? Would he expect her to swallow it? Oh god... she would never be able to swallow a man's cum. She couldn't.




Training A Proper Wife



I watch as she scoots away from me, her hands over her mouth, shaking her head violently from side to side. "Oh yes, that's right, you never gave your old master blowjobs either, did you. That's why he threw you away. Like a... worthless.... piece.... of garbage." The words cut her soul deeply as she thought about Lilly, that poor girl who's husband had given her away, letting another man take her honor, forcefully raping her, and then take her life. Slut looked around wildly as fear filled her eyes. She just couldn't do this. She would run away. There has to be a way.

"Looking to escape, are we?" I nod to the large sliding door covering most of one wall. "No one is stopping you, Slut. Go ahead." She looks at me in surprise and disbelief, moving her eyes back and forth between me and the door. Suddenly she runs to it, opening it enough to fit her slender body through. She slips through the door and steps into the cold. The snow burns her bare feet, the wind cuts into her body. She wraps her arms around herself and begins to run down the driveway, the thought of that disgusting white liquid dripping down her throat driving her exhausted body to run.

I watch her go and just smile to myself. I say nothing, and wait.

Part 5

Slut's feet grew numb as she ran, naked, down the snow-covered road. Her eyes looked around wildly. "HELP! HELP!!!" She listened for a moment and heard nothing but the echo of her own voice. Her pace slowed to a walk as she hugged herself desperately, slipping and sliding as she went. Suddenly she fell, tumbling into a ditch at the side of the road. She curled up into a ball, sobbing as the icy cold bit into her skin. What was she thinking? There was no one to help her... the world was a cold, cruel, uncompromising place. No one wanted her anymore. She had been thrown away, and there she was, lying in a ditch like a piece of garbage. An image of her lifeless body sprang into her mind, lying unburied and unloved, bits of her flesh carried away by wild animals. Her crying grew louder, a deep wailing coming from deep inside her. 

She thought of Tara, her sweet smiling face and warm touch. She seemed so carefree, so happy and content. She could hardly stand the thought of never seeing her again. "M... My angel." The tears streamed down her shivering body as she wondered what was wrong with her. Why couldn't she do as she was asked? Was it really such a difficult task, compared to the pain of being thrown away, unwanted, in the freezing cold? She thought of her master, sitting back in his chair, the warmth of his body close to her. She reached up and touched the collar around her neck. It wasn't he that had thrown away like she had been before, this was all her fault. She had ran away. What if she returned... came back on her own and begged for his forgiveness? Yes, yes, that's what she would do. She wiped the tears from her face and forced her body to stand, climbing on all fours and heading back up the hill towards the house. Maybe... just maybe, if she pleaded with him to forgive her, he would take her back in.

I sat waiting, watching the flicker of the fire through the air vent in the front of the wood stove. The sound of whimpering and light footsteps brought my eyes to the small opening of the metal sliding door that I had left untouched. Slut squeezed her body inside, her skin red from the bitter cold, she fell onto the floor and began to crawl towards me, crying to herself. From the looks of her body she had barely avoided being frostbitten, if she had stayed out there any longer it would have been very bad for her. She finally reached me, placing her face on the concrete floor between my feet, as if trying to push her body into the floor. I ignored her, continuing to watch the flickering fire.

She tried to control her sobbing as she spoke. "I'm ss... sorry sir. I'm ssoooo *sob* sorry. Please. P... P... Please forgive me..." Her voice trailed off as her body shook from her crying. "Please take me back sir. I'll do whatever you ask me, just... please... take me back... pleeease..."

My heart bled for her as I listened to her deep, heartfelt pleas. She was making progress even faster than I had expected. "Very well, I will forgive you this once. But if you ever run away again...." I didn't need to finish the sentence, as she sat up slowly, covering her face with her hands, shaking it in a silent promise to never again try to leave. "Now then. Why is it that you refused to suck on my cock? Hmmm? Don't you know that it's every woman's duty to suck her man's cock?"

She wiped the tears from her eyes, the feeling slowly returning to her numb fingers and toes. She sniffled again and cleared her face. "I... I don't know. I'm afraid."

"Afraid? Of what?"

"Of... *sniffle* of... having cum in my mouth." Her lower lip twitched as she held back her tears.

I smirked. "Well, why didn't you just say so? I can help you with your fear. Are you going to do as I ask now?"

She swallowed and nodded. "Good." I stood up, and taking her by the hand I lifted her to her feet and led her to a large wooden post in the center of the room. I turned her around so the post was to her back, and ordered her to her knees. Bringing a long rope from the locker, I placed her wrists together in front of her and wrapped the rope around and around, tying them tightly together. I then lifted her hands above her head and tied them to the post. "One more thing." I pulled a large ring gag from my pocket and showed it to her. Giving no explanation, I let her look at it for a moment, her mind understanding exactly what was about to happen. "Now open your mouth. Wider. WIDER." The large ring barely fit into her mouth, sitting just behind her teeth on the top and bottom. She moaned in pain as I tightened it down behind her head, I had no doubt that her jaw already ached from being stretched open so far. 

I unzipped my pants and pulled my already hardening cock out in front of her face, watching her tremble as she accepted her fate. "Now, I'm going to rape your mouth." Her eyes squeezed shut and a silent tear slid down her cheek, as I pressed my hard cock into her open mouth. Her eyes opened and she moaned in mild protest as the taste of my dick spread across her tongue, the clear, slimy pre-cum smearing itself on the inside of her mouth. I thrusted in deeper and deeper, holding her by the hair and pressing her head against the post, until finally I began pushing myself into her throat. She gagged and her body convulsed involuntarily for a moment, before I pulled myself back out, only to plunge in again. Over and over again I fucked her throat, and each time she would gag on it. She began crying louder, the sounds coming from her throat stopping every time I forced myself into it. 

"Breath out gently when I slide into your throat. That will help you control the gag reflex." Her breathing slowed as she heard my calm voice, talking her through it. "There. That's a little better, isn't it?" I slid my cock completely out of her mouth, long strings of sticky saliva mixed with my pre-cum falling away onto her naked breasts. "Now, having that cock in your mouth isn't so bad, is it? Are you ready to do it on your own now?"

She blinked several times, her jaw aching from the unrelenting ring gag. She nodded eagerly, relieved at the thought of it being removed. I unhooked it and pulled it from her mouth, hearing her shriek in pain as she had to open her mouth even wider to allow me to remove it. She moved her lower jaw side to side, letting the pain dissipate. "Now open your mouth, I want to feel your lips sealed tightly around my cock. And no making a mess." She nodded and obeyed, taking me back into her mouth. "Breath through your nose. I told you, I want to feel your lips tight around my cock. And I don't need to tell you that if I feel your teeth, you will be severely punished." She took several breaths, not moving her mouth or tongue, just getting used to the feel of my throbbing cock inside her mouth. It certainly wasn't pleasant, but not nearly as bad as she might have thought. She began sucking on it hard, moving her tongue back and forth, massaging the bottom of my shaft, and then moving her head, allowing it to slide in and out, occasionally allowing it to dip into her throat. She still gagged, but felt better about it as she was able to control the pace.

I let go of her hair and let her work, feeling her incredible wet mouth sucking hard on me. I actually found it hard to believe that she hadn't down this before, it felt amazing. I let myself go, and as my cock flexed in her mouth, I shot thick streams of hot cum into her throat and all over her tongue. She started gagging as she struggled to keep sucking on it, her mouth filling up with my cum, the strong odor going up into her nose. "Swallow it." She pulled back, sealing her lips and squeezing her eyes shut as she struggled to swallow. Her body convulsed and her hands strained against the ropes as she continued to gag, and then suddenly her head tilted forward. She watched in horror as the thick white cum dribbled out of her mouth and splattered into a small puddle between her legs.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." her frantic words weakening as she began to cry. "I tr... tried... I'm sooo sorry, I didn't mean to. P... please... please don't throw m... me away..." My heart broke as I watched her looking up at me with those wet, terrified eyes, fearing my reaction. I squatted down in front of her and stroked her cheek. "Throw you away? Now why would I do that? Punish you, certainly, but not throw you away."

She hung her head and breathed deeply, moaning gently. "Thank you, sir."

Part 6

The insides of Slut's thighs ached as I stretched them as far as I could, spreading her legs wider and wider and tying her ankles to the posts on each side. I could see her hands trembling, her wrists tied tightly to the sides of the wooden table that she laid on. "Do you understand why you're being punished?"

She nodded. "For disobeying you, sir."

"That's correct." I held up the multi-tailed leather flog for her to see. The trembling spread to the rest of her body as she saw it. "The punishment for being a disobedient slave is fifteen lashes on your bare pussy."

Her eyes closed tightly as she imagined the sting of those leather straps against her most sensitive areas. She wished she had just swallowed as she had been told. "Now, you're going to count for me. Understand?"

She sniffled. "Yes sir."

Without a moment's hesitation the flog cracked down harshly against her cunt, the sound of leather against flesh breaking the cold silence. She yelped sharply. "One." *crack* Another yelp, louder this time. "Two." Tears began to trickle down her face as the beating continued, the skin between her legs growing red from the blows. *crack* "OOOWWWW!!! *sniffle* Six... I'm s.... sorry master." *crack* I watched without a word, whipping her a little harder with each count. My cock grew hard as I saw her body flex and react to the flog, the muscles in her flat stomach contracting with each strike, her ribs rising and falling with her heavy breaths, the delicious sound of her cries filling my ears. She never resisted or asked me to stop, accepting her punishment, calling out each count as soon as she caught her breath. I made sure the final blow was especially memorable for her. She yelped loudly, her body shaking as she cried silently. Her voice was quiet and submissive, and after recovering for a moment, she answered. "Fifteen."

I untied her, allowing her to curl up on her side, her hands reaching down between her legs to console the burning pain between her thighs. "Now. Are you going to behave and do as you're told? Or do you need to be punished some more?" She shook her head rapidly as she sat up and slowly slid off the table to her feet. "I'll do as I'm told, sir."

I turned her around and handcuffed her hands behind her back, wondering to myself if she would really complete her task. "Good. Now go over there and clean that cum up off the floor. You're going to swallow every last bit of it."

Her faced winced as she thought of the puddle of cold cum on the dirty concrete floor that she had left. It would have been so much easier to swallow it while it was still hot and fresh in her mouth. She had been so weak, such a fool to disobey. Why had she thought that accepting her punishment relieved her of finishing the task she had been given? Her stinging cunt reminded her not to delay. She walked over to the pole where she had been tied up before, looking at the mess that she had spit out. Her eyes closed and she swallowed hard, pushing herself through the next few moments, terrified at the thought of displeasing her master again. 

She knelt down slowly, trying to stay balanced without her hands to help her, until she was on her knees. She bent over, breathing heavily as her arms strained behind her back, until her face was nearly touching the floor. The scent of my cum hit her in the face and she closed her eyes and tried not to think about what she was doing. After a pause she dipped her lips into the puddle, a whimper coming from her as the thick, cold liquid made contact with her lips. A broken slurping sound came from the floor as she sucked up as much as she could. It was cold and disgusting, like old egg whites. She sat up briefly, her eyes still squeezed shut, and gagged, once, then again, before forcing it down her throat. She choked and her stomach flexed and convulsed briefly, but she held it down. She wanted to cry, but no more tears would come from her eyes. She was so hungry, so thirsty, so cold. She had no idea how long she had been in this place.

She opened her eyes and looked down, knowing full well that I would not be pleased with the job she had done. She bent over again, this time using her tongue to lick the floor clean, gathering up every bit of cum into her mouth and swallowing it. Finally she sat back, her shoulders slumped and her head hung, the mix of cum and dirt on her lips. I could hear her whimpering to herself quietly, her body exhausted and broken. I knelt down and uncuffed her, stroking her hair slowly. "Wouldn't it have been easier to obey me the first time." She nodded without a word, one hand reaching to hold the other wrist in front of her. I looked down at the glistening spot on the floor that she had carefully cleaned. "Well done, Slut. Now back into your cage."

I turned and left without another word, stepping into the house. "Tara, clean that slut up and get her some food and water. She will need her strength for the training that I have planned for her later."

Part 7

I led Slut out of her cage and ordered her up on her knees. She sat back, her feet tucked neatly under her ass. I held a leather riding crop in my hand. I never used the crop for punishment, only for direction, and perhaps an occasional correction. The tip of it touched her lower back, causing her to flinch lightly at the contact. "Sit up straight. I want to see your back arched slightly, none of this slouching." She obeyed immediately, her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply.

"Yes sir."

"Shoulders back, I want you to put those breasts on display for me to enjoy. And keep your stomach pulled in tight." Her posture improved further, my cock hardening as I surveyed her perfect body. Tara had done a thorough job cleaning her up. Her short hair hung straight, framing her face slightly, telling me that my faithful slave must have spent time brushing her hair, nursing her with her kind touch and soft voice. Tara was such a sweet little thing. I held the crop under Slut's chin, raising her head slightly. "Chin up."

Her head and eyes lifted, looking into mine. "I didn't say to look me in the eye." A sharp crack broke the peaceful quiet as the crop quickly and harshly contacted the side of her thigh. Her body jumped at the sound as much as the pain, but she held her posture. "I'm sorry sir."

I squatted down, resting my forearms on my knees as I watched her carefully. "A good slave isn't ashamed unless she does wrong. She should be proud of her skills, of the ways she demonstrates her submissiveness to her master. That's why she keeps her back straight and holds her head high. But she never looks her master in the eye unless he orders her to do so." She breathed deeply and calmly, my low, deep voice soothing to her as I carefully and intentionally put her pieces back together. "Yes sir."

"One more thing." My eyes turned to her hands, resting in her lap. "Place your hands neatly on your thighs, with your palms up." I watched as she put the final piece of my puzzle together, perfecting the pose. "Now put your palms down. Now palms up." She obeyed each time. "When you greet your master, you will use this pose. Your palms up signify that you are available to be used sexually. Placing your palms down indicates that you are not. When you greet me, I expect you to always do so with your palms up. When I ask you to greet other men, I expect you to do it with your palms down. Do you understand?"

She listened carefully, noting each word in her mind. "Yes sir."

"Good, then stand up, and put your hands behind your back." She stood quickly, her breasts hanging perfectly off her chest, her nipples hard from a mix of the cold air and the thought of the meaning of the pose she had been in, offering her own body to me. "Now greet me properly."

She quickly went to her knees, snapping back to her pose quickly and without any correction needed. "Good evening, Master." I marveled to myself at how quickly she blossomed in an environment that clearly defined right and wrong, reward and punishment. "Now stand up. Now do it again."

"Again."

"Again."

"Again."

Over and over, I repeated the same word, watching her react without hesitation, drilling the movement into her. Her breathing grew fast and labored as I made her work, small beads of sweat forming on her body and slowly dripping down it in the cool air, until finally she went to stand up and collapsed, her legs shaking and exhausted. A pout formed on her face and she quickly wiped a tear away as she regained her balance, forcing her body to stand. She stood waiting for me to repeat the command, ready to obey.

I waited for several moments, walking slowly around her trembling body, examining her. I pointed to the mattress that I had raped her on just a few days before. "Now go lay down and spread your legs like the dirty little whore you are." 

She walked over to the thin mattress, kneeling down on it, the memory of her rape flashing back to her mind. She turned over and laid on her back, bending her knees and spreading her legs wide, her tight cunt presented before me to do as I wished with, her body shaking. She fought to control her breathing, slow it down from the hard labor she had just completed and the fearful memories that haunted her. It seemed like it had been so long ago, like it happened to a different person, in a different life. She pushed the images out of her mind... she didn't need to be afraid anymore.

I approached her, already naked, my hard cock glistening in the dim light. I knelt down between her open legs and entered her immediately, her slick pussy welcoming me into her. Her mouth and eyelids opened wide and she gasped deeply as I slide my hard shaft into her, her pelvis rocking forward to meet mine. I watched her hands as they moved around uncertainly, first holding her legs apart and pulling them close to her chest, then to the mattress at her sides, then to her own breasts, and then finally wrapping them around me and pulling me deeper into her. 

She gasped and moaned deeper and louder as I thrusted into her, the tip of my hard cock gently nudging her cervix each time. I looked down and watched her breasts as they heaved up and down with her breathing, watching as drops of sweat fell off my body onto her. Her eyes opened wider and she looked deeply into mine, darting away quickly as she remembered what I had told her. I wanted to see them again though, I wanted to gaze deep into her soul while I brought my little toy to orgasm.




Training A Proper Wife



"Look at me." She moaned loudly as she obeyed, falling off the edge instantly while we stared at each other. "Yes... yes.... yes.... YES..... YES..... Y... YESSSS!!!!" I watched her pupils dilate and roll into the back of her head as the pleasure overwhelmed her, feeling her tight pussy clench down on my cock over and over again. Finally she collapsed, exhaling loudly. 

"What do you say?"

She blinked and moaned, trying to regain her composure. "Thank you, sir."

I pulled out of her and stood up, ordering her to her feet. Leading her to the wooden table that she had been tied to before, I bent her trembling body over it, her soft round ass sticking up into the air. Kneeling down I spread her feet wide, tying her ankles to the table legs, one on the right side and the other on the left. My mouth was close to her ear as I spoke quietly to her. "Now, you're going to be a good little pet, and you're going to offer me your ass. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Now, ask me to fuck you in the ass, nicely."

Her eyes closed tightly as she imaged my cock forcing her sphincter open, traveling deep into her body, into places that she had never allowed anyone. She wanted so badly to obey. Her body was exhausted from the hard work she had been forced to do, her knees and muscles weak from the incredible orgasm just moments before. She took a deep breath and allowed her body to relax, feeling the wood against her skin, mentally relaxing her anus to prepare it for what was coming. "Sir, will... will you please fuck me in the ass? I... I wish to pleasure your cock with my ass, please sir..."

I smiled and said nothing, setting a ball gag down in front of her face. "Would you like to be gagged?"

She thought for a moment, looking at the red rubber ball, imagining it stifling her screams of pain, forcing her to breath through her nose. "Sir I... uhm... no sir."

"Very well. But if you cry out too loudly, I'll make that choice for you." I slid my cock back into her pussy, which was still dripping wet, her smooth, silky, natural lubricant covering my cock. She moaned gently as she felt it, arching her back to take me in deeper, enjoying every last moment of pleasure that I offered her before taking her ass. Finally I slid out and positioned my cock at the tiny entrance of her anus, pressing into it only slightly, letting the head of my hard dick expand it slowly. I could easily have forced my way inside her harshly, tearing her open and making her bleed, but I wanted her ass available to use again soon and had no desire to damage my property.

I took her wrists into my hands and placed them behind her back, holding her down to the table tightly and giving me a good grip to pull myself against. Her hands balled into fists as I began thrusting into her, opening her wider and wider each time, she dug her fingernails into her palms to distract herself from the pain. Her anus finally gave as she squeezed her eyes shut, mentally relaxing it and allowing me into her, once my head was through I only needed to expand her ass a little more, and then I began thrusting deeper and deeper into her, slowly allowing the her pussy's lubricant to spread until I made her take me in all the way up to the hilt. 

She gasped and whimpered, but made no objection or effort to resist as I took her. My cock slid freely in and out of her now, that incredibly tight ass stretched over my shaft. She took long, sharp breaths through her nose, blowing them loudly out of her mouth as she absorbed the pain. I shoved myself into her faster and faster as my cock throbbed and exploded, hot streams of cum filling her ass. She breathed deeply and relaxed as my thick cum generously lubricated her insides, and I continued to enjoy fucking her until the hardness in my dick began to retreat. I pulled out of her, watching a thick bead of white creamy liquid drip out of her ass and down the lips of her pussy.

I untied her ankles and she slipped off the table onto the floor, resting against one of the table legs. "Thank you, sir." I only smiled.

"Tonight, you rest. I have a big day planned tomorrow. There are some important guests of mine visiting and I expect you to be a good little slave and help them feel completely comfortable. Will you be a good girl and do as you're told?"

"Yes sir." There was nothing anyone could do to her now.

Part 8

My guests filled the great room of the "cabin", a large fire roaring in the massive stone fireplace that anchored the room. Plush couches and chairs circled the room, occupied by not only men but women too, some of them their wives, who only came to watch, some of them mistresses themselves, and still others slaves and pets, who sat neatly on the floor near their owners. The dim lighting centered on a large circular bed that sat low to the floor, as if it were a giant stage waiting for its performers. Among the guests was Ethan, dressed in a fine black suit and tie, sitting in the shadows.

I walked into the room with a thin leather leash in my hand, the other end of it attached to a metal ring on Slut's collar. She followed a few steps behind me. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the new slave that I have available to be bid on. Anyone who likes may have a free sample of her tonight. We only call her "Slut" for now... perhaps tonight a new owner will choose a different name for her." Smiles and gentle laughter mixed in the room as both men and women examined her sexy body, naked and exposed for all to see. I sat down in a large armchair, Slut kneeling down on the floor nearby.

Tara was already hard at work at her assigned task, dancing slowly and erotically on the lap of one of my male guests, nothing but a short, shimmering, black dress covering her body. Finally unable to take her teasing anymore, I watch as he picks her up and carries her to the center stage, stripping her naked and putting her on her back. She obediently spreads her legs wide for him, exposing her beautiful shaved pussy, allowing him deep into her with a loud gasp. I loved sharing my sexy slaves with my guests, watching other men, and women, enjoying playing with my pets. 

He groaned loudly as he came inside her, filling her pussy with his cum. Tara sat up, giggling, wondering who would be next. I bent forward and spoke quietly into Slut's ear. "I want you to go over there and use your tongue to carefully clean all of that cum out of Tara's pussy. Then the two of you can play. If anyone else decides to join you, I expect you to allow them to use you any way that they please." There was a click of metal on metal as I remove the leash from her collar, allowing her to get up. "Yes sir."

All eyes in the room fell upon her as she approached the round bed, staring at Tara's luscious body. The thought of tasting a woman for the first time, with all of these eyes upon her, caused her to tremble, but she hid it and continued forward, determined to please her master. She knelt down on the soft cloth, the light from above shining on her and blotting out the room full of faces. She touched Tara's knees, spreading them apart slightly as her eyes traveled down to her wet pussy, the creamy, hot cum oozing out of her. The image flashed into her mind of the cold, slimy puddle that she had been forced to clean off the floor, of the punishment that she had been made to endure because of her first failure. She bent forward and willed her tongue out of her mouth, licking that thick milky liquid from the bottom of Tara's pussy to the top, hearing her squeal in delight as the moist warmth of her tongue dipped into her. She mused at how much easier it was to eat cum when it was still hot and fresh, as it slipped down her throat.

Every person in the room was fixated on the sight before them, master, mistress, and slave alike, probably none more than Ethan as his former wife's first experience with another woman unfolded in front of him. Gasps and moans filled the room as Tara reached down and grabbed her head with both hands, spreading her legs out wider and beckoning her tongue deeper inside. Slut had never even seen another woman's pussy this close before, and the way it looked from this angle surprised her. Though she had never before imagined pleasuring another woman this way, she knew exactly how it felt, how a woman would like to be touched. The moments blended together as Tara's moans grew more intense.

"Ohh.... Ooooh.... OOOOHHHH.... OOHHHHHHHH....."

Slut felt the pussy around her tongue open wider, like a flower blossoming against her mouth, and then violently contract, over and over again, each contraction spaced perfectly the same time apart. Tara's body collapsed against the bed, twitching occasionally in sheer pleasure. Slut sat up slightly and watched her partner's body lustfully, the wetness still dripping from her mouth. She really did look like an angel. Tara's eyes flashed open as if suddenly possessed, and she sat up, grabbing my new pet and violently turning her over onto her back. "Don't. Move."

Slut's body tingled and she gasped uncontrollably at every touch as Tara's hands, lips, and tongue had their way with her. Never before had she experienced such pleasure, the softness of another woman's breasts against her body, the sensation of her hard nipples as she gently dragged them down her skin, those deep, lustful eyes staring back at her. Time and space melted away and became meaningless, the circular bed that they played on turning into their own surreal universe where nothing mattered but the energy that flowed between them. With every kiss, every touch, every lick, every orgasm, they energized one another's bodies more and more, the intensity of their love-making increasing as if there were no limit. How long had they been lost together in this moment? Was it hours? Days, perhaps? Did it even matter? Until finally their bodies gave out from exhaustion, collapsing into each other, the sheets drenched from their sweat. A soft applause sounded in the room.

Several men and women got up and climbed onto the large round surface, stripping clothes off one another in the lustful desire that had been ignited from the passion they had just witnessed. Slut put her skills to use without a question, allowing anyone and everyone to have a piece of her, taking a hard cock into every hole in her body, often more than one at a time. I only watched from my chair, enjoying the show and chuckling at Ethan, who shook his head in disbelief at what I had accomplished. I mused at the hours we had spent together that day, teaching him carefully how to set clear, consistent rules, when to correct, when to reward, and when needed, to punish.

I approached the bed as the action died down, Slut and Tara exhausted from being taken and used in every way possible. Without a word I motioned to them with my head, and they quickly gathered themselves and rushed to me, kneeling down before me side by side with their palms up on their thighs. I smiled slightly to them as I observed my satisfied guests, signifying that I was pleased. "Go get in the shower and wash each other off." It was more meaningful than just wanting my property clean from behind used in such a way, it was a reward to Slut for serving me as I had asked her.

By the time they returned, most of my guests had either retired to other rooms, or simply collapsed about the great room, sleeping together in groups of two, or three, or more, the light from the fire flickering on their bodies. I clipped the leash back onto Slut's collar. "There is someone who is interested in purchasing you." She shivered slightly at the thought, but followed me without hesitating. I led her to Ethan, who had observed the entire evening without showing his face, letting her kneel down before him. She fought to keep her eyes to the floor, wishing she could look up and see the face her new potential owner. I could see what was going through her mind. "You may have a look."

Her eyes lifted and they met Ethan's, the recognition slowly spreading across her face. She knew this man... this man had loved her once. Really loved her. But she had let him down, and he threw her away. Not even her, really... someone else. The old her. A her, long forgotten, it had been such a long time ago.

"This is Sir Ethan. Now, look at me. I'd like to offer you a choice. The decision will be yours to make." Her deep, beautiful eyes found mine, listening for my next words. She wasn't allowed to make many choices. 

"You can go with this man, and fill in the life that was once Lillian. Work at the same job. Live in the same house. Sleep in the same bed. Have the same owner." I motioned to Ethan. "Never forget the lessons that you have learned here. Serve your master well, and you will never, ever have to be afraid of being thrown away again. Perhaps someday, he could even love you." A tear streaked down her cheek as emotion overwhelmed her. The pain of being thrown out like a piece of garbage, being called trash. All because of her weakness. Weakness that she no longer had. She wanted so dearly to be loved, to be cherished. To be looked at the way that her master looked at Tara.

"And my other choice, sir?"

I pointed to the doorway leading to the garage that held the cage she had slept in. "You stay here, as my pet, forever."

She signed deeply. She had resigned herself to being her master's plaything... she hadn't thought that she would ever have another choice. And now, the thought of being owned by someone who had once loved her, who maybe, if she showed him day after day her submissiveness, could eventually love her again...

"Would... would I ever see Tara again?"

I was touched by her question. "That will be up to your new owner."

She sighed again, another tear sliding down to her chin and falling away. She would miss her so much, and vowed to think of her every day. "I think that, I would like to go with Sir Ethan." I squatted down next to her, reaching out and stroking her gently on the face. "Very well then." I stood back up and looked at Ethan. "What shall you call her?"

He looked her over for a few moments while he pondered. "Lillian's middle name was Rebecca. That would be a good name. Well, what do you say?"

Rebecca wiped the tears from her face and nodded. "I would like that very much, sir."

I handed the leash to Ethan and rested a hand on his shoulder, bending over to whisper into his ear. "If you mess her up, I will slit... your... throat." He turned his head and our eyes made contact, nodding his head in a silent promise.

Epilogue

Four months later, Tara and I sat on the couch in the living room of our downtown condo. She sidled up to me and then climbed onto my lap, kissing me firmly. "I love you." I smiled at my lovely wife, admiring her sweet smile as I had so many times before. 

The doorbell rang and she hopped up off the couch, opening the door and inviting our guests inside. Rebecca and Ethan entered, and he came to join me in the living room while the two women embraced each other tightly, giggling and running off hand in hand. Ethan and I chuckled at them as he sat back and let out a long, slow sigh. "So. Still going well then?"

The satisfied smile on his face gave me all the answer I needed.