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Training Ch. 11

By: bonnietaylor



As Bobby stood over Dhea lying on the bed completely nude except for thigh highs and a pair of ripped panties hanging off one knee he marveled at her beauty. Her body oozed sexuality and eroticism, and her face was unbelievably lovely. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she looked up at him and reached for his hand. He gave it to her and saw the following.

First his eyes looked down at Chea's breasts which were a B cup. Since she was young with no kids, they looked firm and even laying down on her back they sat up high. She was a small woman and her round firm breasts were an extra nice size on her figure. She was very shapely. 

Her nipples were small and seem to be always hard. So far he had been with her for hours and he had not seen them soft once. They stayed hard since he first remove her top while he was masturbating her with his fingers. He loved looking at the hardness of those nipples and the roundness of her breasts. 

The nipples were light brown in color and the areolas around them were both darker than the rest of her breasts. Actually they accented there round firm and fullness. While small overall compared to his mother and Bonnie, Dhea looked like a young teenager rather than a woman in her mid twenties. 

Bobby had learned that she liked her nipples handled but not pinched hard. Gentle pinching and rubbing set her off. They felt wonderful pressing against his naked chest when they hug tight and especially when he would suck them when she was under him, fucking him. That would happen later on in this chapter. Because they were so firm and hard they made him lust for her even more if that was possible.

Bobby will learn more things about what she likes when he fucks her. For example when she is on top, and bends forward over him her nipples are lovely to suck and lick. She likes it but she is much more pussy oriented. Touching her pussy with a finger a tongue or cock really makes her hump and ram her pussy fucking you back. 

Looking down her body Bobby loved how her flat and small stomach was accented by her hips. She has a flat belly and her hips were round and firm and he could see her hip bones pointing up at him as she lay there. But he loved how her pelvis and pussy mound sat up so much higher than his mother's or Bonnie pussy mound.

Then there was her pussy. Chea's cunt was small & tight. He had trouble getting two fingers in her hole. But Bobby will learn because she is so small that if her cunt isn't very wet, it hurts a lot for him to entry her. She has small outer pussy lips, not much there to suck into his mouth. But, since she is so small he can suck her entire pussy slit into his mouth and fuck it with his tongue. That drives her wild. 

She doesn't get squirmy from clit-lapping, but her clit is the source of her orgasms. Once she starts cumming from a tongue licking, it does get harder and reddish in color. She loves Bobby to lick her hole, swirling his tongue around the opening and poking it in and out like he was fucking her with it. She also loves to have him get her really wet and then she will squirm in his mouth from his sucking and licking. 

While her clit is small and normally hidden under her hood it comes out when Bobby hold the hood back. She likes it licked all right; it makes her cum very hard. She has a nice big "G" spot, right there on the inside of her pussy behind the opening. It's easier to find and rub with his fingers. 

She can milk his cock with her tight and strong pussy muscles draining him of his cum and holding him inside her hole. They both love that feeling.

Again later on they will love to have him fully inside her and she just sits on his lap and kisses him sucking on his tongue. The feeling of his hard cock up deep inside her tunnel and her tightness squeezing his shaft makes them both very happy when they fuck. But the feeling soon makes them move and fuck each other. They can't hold back long with just sitting and not fucking, it's much too pleasurable.

Dhea's pubic hair is jet black, coarse and sparse. Mostly it's on her pubic bone and not much hair is around cunt slit. Later on Bobby will learn how to shave her, and she will love it!

He will learn too that Dhea is not much for ass play. Well to be honest she is neutral to it. Bobby can worm a finger up there with tons of lube once in awhile when he is eating her pussy. But he didn't get a lot of response out of her. She is so small he hasn't tried to fuck her there and he thinks she would not like it. Oh well he has Bonnie and his mother's ass to fuck should he want to do it.

Like the rest of her body Dhea's ass is small. Her whole body is very firm and athletic. She works out a great deal and is very tight all over. 

While her buttocks are narrow in all directions and do not stick out much, again it too is very firm and small and looks great in a pair of jeans, shorts or a bikini bottom and especially when she is nude. In fact her whole body is like a model, slim but definitely female. She looks and acts very passionate and sexy!

But it was her face that sets her out from all the other women Bobby has known and seen. Dhea is beautiful. Her face shins with happiness and makes her look so sweet and very young. Her black hair is long a little pass shoulders and she has very dark eyes that are soft but still flash with excitement that make her face light up when she smiles. Her lips are full and darker than the rest of her face. 

Her skin is perfect. It's almost translucent; it is so perfect. Never a zit, never a blemish, just smooth as a baby's skin and just as soft. Eyebrows are natural, dark like her hair and un-plucked. She is very natural and wears little or no make up, she doesn't need any. She looks like a pixie when she smiles. Bobby keeps looking at her mouth, he loves that it always looks or begs to be kissed... bottom lip is soft and yielding. 

As he stood there she keeps smiling up at him and her face looks like she could beg. She holds his hand and he sits down next to her. She moves around until she could reach his cock with her other hand and takes his hardness in her palm. She holds it and slowly wraps her fingers around the shaft. She runs her hand up and down the shaft as she tells Bobby:" I want you to fuck me now Bobby. I want you to put this nice hard cock inside me and make me cum again."

Bobby moved to her body and lays with her. She slowly strokes him feeling how hard he is getting. He bent down and kissed her lips. So soft and smooth he feels them open and accept his tongue. Sucking it gently she keeps on stroking his cock with her small hand.

Bobby feels the need now to have her pussy suck his cock deep into her cunt. He moved over her body and Dhea guided him forward and up so she could kiss his lips as their bodies merged together. She lay under him and slowly released his shaft and with her fingers only she guides it to her hot opening. "Oh yes baby. Let Dhea put it in her pussy. Fuck me Bobby, give me your cock and fuck me", she whispers.

The head of his hard young cock touched the moist open wetness of her vagina. She spread her legs wider to accept him fully. When she felt the head of his cock touch the opening of her raw wet flesh between her legs they both moaned with pleasure. 

When their sex touches harder against each other a shot of electricity slammed into both of them. "It's going to feel so good Bobby when you have this hard cock all the way inside my pussy. Push baby", she tells him.

Bobby bends his knees a little and pushed. The head pressed against her opening. He pushed again and again slowly and easily. Finally the head of his cock spread her pussy lips wide enough and started to stretch her cunt hole as it began to enter her wet tunnel. 

"So good, it felt so tight and wonderful", he tells her as he looks down into her beautiful face.

Dhea looks up into Bobby's eyes and tells him: "Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard and long and make me cum."

Bobby ran both of his arms around her firm athletic thighs and lifted them up until her feet hung over his shoulders. He lifted them higher until his hands could reach around them and grab her shoulders. He gripped them and used them for leveled so he could shove his dick into her harder. 

His hard young cock moved deeper into Dhea's body and she arched her back and moaned as she accepts it willingly. 

But she is so tight. Bobby was almost half way in her pussy hole now and he was prepared for how small and tight she would be. He rubbed a little KY lotion on his hands and then pulls back a little and rubs it around his cock shaft that was still outside her tunnel and visible. Then he pushed again and again and slowly he moves in and enters her until he is embedded. His cock is now all the way into Dhea's fantastic body. She felt his balls slap her ass for the first time.

He held his cock deep inside her and felt how tight she was and how wonderful it was to hold her and feel her smooth pussy walls gripping his shaft. Her legs were wrapped tightly around him and they just held each other kissing and sharing tongues. They stayed like that for a short time just feeling the other's sex. She was so warm and tight and when he looked down at her he could see how much she liked the feeling too.

Bobby pulled out about half way and shoved in again. Dhea moaned with pleasure feeling his cock head run along the walls of her pussy. It was a little easier this time for Bobby to push all the way into her hole again slapping his balls against her ass. 

He began to go to work now, as he started to move in and out as he pumped her pussy with his hard young dick. His balls slapping her ass with a slap, slap, slap, slap sound that filled the room. Her sighs and moans joined them. ""Yes, Oh fuck yes Bobby, fuck me! Fuck me. Fuck me", she cried out as Bobby picked up speed with his thrusts.

Her pussy had adjusted to his thickness and size and now he began to really fuck her. He felt wonderful, she felt so full each time he pushed all the way into her cunt. Then he felt it tighten around his dick and he realized that this pussy was the pussy he had felt before. He remembered. It was when he was blind folder and tied up at Bonnie's house. He realized that it was Dhea that had rode his hard cock that night. She was the woman he had felt squeezing her cunt around his cock shaft and made him feel so good.

Dhea was doing the same thing now as she lay under him this time and arched her back and tried to lift her hips up as he thrust down into her. Bobby lifted her legs again higher now and back over her shoulders. Her knees were at his shoulders and he licked her thighs and knee caps as he pumped away inside her cunt.

Dhea cried out with pleasure as he worked on her pussy tunnel rotating his hips and pushing deep into her womb! Bonnie and his mother had taught him very well how to please a woman with his hard dick. 

Again and again Bobby filled her tight pussy as he looked down at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen or known. She smiled up at him like some temptress a sex witch and she hiss for him to fuck her harder. "Pound my pussy with your beautiful cock Bobby. Fuck me hard baby", she told him.

He pushed again and again fucking hr harder and faster just like she told him. Then he felt her wetness flowing around his cock. Then it started to run down over his shaft and drip on to his balls. He felt her arch and pump and hump faster and faster until she arched up and cried out against him. 

Bobby knew Dhea had just had an orgasm and cum. He didn't stop fucking her until she settled her ass back down on the bed

Then Bobby pulled out all the way and slid down her body and quickly knelt between her wet open thighs. Before Dhea could say anything Bobby moved his face into her pussy and covered her entire cunt slit with his mouth. Dhea's pussy slit was small like the rest of her, maybe two inches long. He could use his mouth to cover all of it. He took it sucking all of it into his mouth and started to fuck her hole with his tongue. Dhea screamed with joy!

While he licked and sucked her juices out of her cunt his cock danced with his own passion, lust and need. Her musk was over powering to him. He used his fingers to enter her hole and fucked her with them too. When he was sure Dhea had stopped her second orgasm, on his face this time, he moved up quickly and enter her again shoving his cock back into her all the way and his balls slapped her ass again!

Dhea screamed: "OH FUCK YES BOBBY! God it's so good!"

Now it was his turn to dance and he needed to cum so badly. He slammed his dick home again and again as he worked towards his owe orgasm. She wrapped her legs around him and arched her ass up off the bed lifting them both up off the mattress. She fell back to the bed before Bobby pulled out again about half way. Then he shoved into her again and she arched and lifted again!

This went on and on each fucking the other now. Slamming back into her she pushed back against him each time. Dhea loved this part, the part where she fucked him back. The part where her passion was matched with his own passion that made the sex even better. They moved apart and then slammed their bodies against each other, again and again and again. 

She held him and worked her perfect body moving and pumping and squeezing his cock as he thrust in and out of her hole. Her skills were much better than Bobby's but his cock was doing a great job on her clit and she was cumming again. God he had such a great cock and he knew how to move to make her feel so damn good.

The pre-cun from Bobby's cock and Dhea's cum and juices mixed together making it so much easier now for him to slide in and out. She squeezed his dick and then released it so he could pump her fully each time with his cock.

Again and again they worked together, working and fucking like they had been lovers for years enjoying each other, and giving to each other. They fucked like the world had never known any couple that did it better, and this was their first time. 

Bobby was like an animal now Dhea was like his mate. In and out his cock was a blur he pumped her cunt so fast. For such a small woman she elevated them both up off the bed again and again as they worked to make Bobby cum. 

He moved into her and Dhea locked her cunt around his cock shaft and screamed out telling him: "Fill me! Give me your cum Bobby! Fuck me and cum in me! Let me feel it Bobby. Let me feel your hot cum fill my cunt!"

He didn't want this to end and he strained as hard as he could trying not to let it go and begin to cum. Bobby wanted to hold on to that wonderful feeling just before a man shoots his first shot of cum into a pussy. It lifted him higher and higher and higher and he moaned loudly! The feeling was so good, he was so high he made a sound like some sort of animal and tried as hard as he could to hold back. 

But it was no use. She held him tightly with her legs around his body and her pussy gripped his cock and she fucked him like no woman had ever done before. Not even Bonnie or his mother had ever squeezed his cock shaft and milked him and fucked him like Dhea was doing right now. 

There was lust in both of them but also some sort of love and a huge amount of passion! She worked her body like a pro and as she felt him stiffen more and his cock grew hotter and harder inside her, she knew he was very close to cumming. Then she felt it throb like a heart pumping as he buried it as deep as he could get it. And then.....she felt the first spray and Bobby began to cum hard.

"OH GOD YES", he screamed as Bobby short jet after jet of warm thick cum deep into Dhea's womb! 

She held on to him as he began to coat her insides and filled her with his lovely warm milk. Dhea had her legs wrapped around his back and her feet were pushing down on his ass trying to get him as deep as she could inside her hole.

Bobby had her hands in his hands and her arms over her head and he bent down and took one of those hard nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it which felt so nice. It felt like steel, yet somehow soft and very long. 

He kept sucking and cumming and sucking and cumming until he was drained and emptied. His body finally fell down on top of Dhea and she held him tightly feeling his heart beating so fast she wondered if he would be OK. She kissed his cheek and neck and when he lifted up she kissed his lips long and hard as they both came down from his orgasm.

He panted and sighed as he began to recover and he looked down at her and kissed her back hard and long! She fucked his mouth with her tongue while she still gripped his cock with her pussy. 

For their first sex session it felt very good to both of them. She especially loved how Bobby had pulled out and licked her pussy making her cum again right after she had climaxed on his cock. Then when she was finished cumming on his mouth Bobby pushed his dick back into her hole. God she loved that feeling of a cock, a mouth and then a cock on and in her pussy.

Finally Dhea made him role over and she got up and went into the bathroom. She cleaned her pussy like she had been taught to do all of her sex life. When she came back to the room Bobby had his eyes close and she lay down and held him. And they both rested for a while.

Her eyes were closed and she might have fallen asleep, or in twilight. But she felt Bobby move and he went back to kissing her body as he licked and kissed down it. She held Bobby and stroked the back of his head and pushed a little very gently but Bobby knew what she wanted. As he moved down between her legs again he kissed and licked her just about everywhere until he moved over her cunt again.

She held his head and let him eat her pussy. She loved how his tongue licked her everywhere between her legs. He licked and sucked her cunt until Dhea cried out and arched her back. His mouth, tongue and fingers were driving her wild and making her hot pussy feel so good it sprayed his face with her wetness. 

She pulled him up and kissed his lips as he held her tight with his arms. As they kissed she pushed and moved them around and they flipped over. 

She lay on top of him now and rested her head on his chest feeling her juices drip a little out of her cunt and coating her pussy lips.

She lay like that for a while and then she sat up. Dhea was straddling his thighs and his cock lay in front of her. It was semi-m hard and covered with cum. She had a wash cloth she had carried in from the bathroom m and used it to clean him. In doing so his cock grew harder. She could feel the shaft on her pussy lips when she moved forward. 

Dhea teased him by rocking back and forth rubbing the shaft with the lips of her wet cunt. She smiled down at her young lover and said: "I want to do it again Bobby. I want you to fuck me again Bobby but this time I want you to fuck me with me on top."

She slid down his body until she could take his wet dick in her mouth. With loving hands and fingers and her sweet mouth and talented tongue she sucked and licked and jerked him off until he began to grow harder again! 

She smiled thinking how fast Bobby had recovered. He was young but he was also very good, and when she had him hard enough she lifted up and positioned her pussy hole at the tip of his cock head. Then she slowly lowered her hot cunt down over the head of his cock and took it and his shaft up inside her hole.

She slid down on it until she sat on him feeling his cock deep inside her. He knew for sure now that Dhea was the woman who had fucked him at Bonnie's house that night. She had been with his mom and Bonnie and somehow they had switched and Dhea got on top of Bobby and fucked him just like she was doing now.

Dhea looked down as she lifted up and saw his face. She loved holding his hands now with his arms over his head as she rode his hardness. She loved to fuck this way the best. 


Training Ch. 11



She saw the look in his eyes and knew he knew it was her that night. She told him: "Yes baby! It was me that night. I fucked you just like this when you were blinded folder. Isn't it better to see me as I slide my cunt up and down on your beautiful cock?"

Bobby moaned as she came down engulfing his cock again completely inside her body and squeezed it. "So good, God it feels so good Dhea", he said to her.

"Yes Dhea, it's much better to see you, you are so beautiful. I love looking at your face and body as we fuck", he said as he moaned again as she slide down his cock and squeezed it again! 

He pushed his hips up and entered her as she pushed down on him. She lost her breath in a gasp of sexual pleasure when it went in so far and so deep. She worked her body so each time she could feel it go deeper and deeper. The way she fucked him made his cock slide inch by glorious inch into her pussy as she slowly worked her hips and cunt on him. 

It didn't seem real, more like a dream to Bobby and Dhea as they fucked. How magnificent it felt to her to feel this young cock so deep inside her body. The sex with Bobby was better than she could have imagined. He was very good for his age and she loved how he worked so hard to please her.

Finally Dhea sat on Bobby and held perfectly still. His cock was embedded completely and the bottom of his shaft was pressed directly against her clit. She knew it would only take a few good long thrusts or pumps by either of them to make her cum again. Don't move baby. Just feel how wet and warm my pussy is with your young cock inside it. Try not to move but just feel it", she told him in a very husky voice.

She was staying still and he was watching her. She took his hands and without moving her hips and pussy she pressed them to her tits. Her nipples were hard as they pressed against the palms of his hands. They felt so good to Bobby as he squeezed and ran his hands and fingers all over her tits lifting and squeezing them. Then he pinched her nipples gently just like he knew she liked it.

It was hard for her to stay focused on him. After several long seconds she couldn't hold back any longer and lifted up which drew his cock back out of her wet hole about half way.

Being careful to do so very slowly, she saw the lust and pleasure in his eyes and on his face. The aching in her pussy was unbearable; she wanted to fuck him hard and fast and cum screaming his name. 

Then Bobby lost control and pushed up into her fast and hard again and again. He yelled; "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! Fuck me Dhea please. "

She slammed down on his shaft and felt his load released. His cock jumped and moved with the cum each time it shot deep into her cunt. Her pussy squeezed his shaft as she felt his cock pump and spew his seed into her womb. She stayed down on his shaft letting it stay as deep inside her pussy as she could get him. 

Dhea rocked back and forth on his cock making contact with her clit and making him cum more. He squeezed her tits almost until they hurt but she let him. With his young, hard cock cumming so hard; Bobby cried out as he finished his second orgasm and filled Dhea's body with his warm cum.

He continued fucking her slow and easy now for several minutes until his soft cock fell out of her cunt. As it did the wave of cum behind it started to flow out of her cunt hole and on to Bobby's cock and balls. 

She lay down on top of him and they drifted off to sleep. 

Around 3:00AM she felt him move over her and enter her pussy again. With his cock slowly pushing into her hole he made her cum again using his finger to rub her clit as he fucked her. 

He fucked her like before, with her under him and her legs wrapped around his body. It took a while but finally Bobby began to cum again shooting more cum into her pussy with each thrust.

"That's it, baby, give me it all. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt and fill me with your seed again," she hissed at him as he moved fast and hard into her.

Dhea knew she had been filled three times so far with his abundant amount of seed and she humped him back until she felt her own orgasm welling up from within. His shaft rubbed her clit so well. Bobby's cock was bent just a little and when he fucked her like this the entire shaft rubbed her clit. She arched her back again and her orgasm swept over her. 

Dhea never came so quick or so hard in her life. She yelled out and twisted and lifted them both up off the bed again as she lost completely control again. God Bobby could make her cum so hard!

"Yes," she said unable to say anything else as she finally peaked with her orgasm and held her ass up off the bed for seconds. 

Then it was done. She fell back to earth and the bed and gasped for air. She held her young lover and realized Bobby was still sort of hard. He was stroking his cock inside her pussy just moving in back and forth.

Finally he rolled off of her and lay next to her. After a few minutes he sat up but his cock was still hard. As he looked at Dhea he realized she had been well fucked. Her hair was messed up and her body reddish in color around her pussy slit and her nipples. Her cunt was swollen from his dick in it so long and so many times.

She saw him looking at her pussy. She smiled at him and then she surprised him. She lifted her legs and pulled them to her breasts. With her feet and legs off the mattress she spread her legs wide apart. Her count was so close to his cock he could feel her heat. She was inches from his hard cock. She lowered her feet back to the bed and opened them wide for him. She was exposing her entire wet cum cover cunt and ass hole. 

Dhea used her fingers and opened her pussy lips and showed Bobby how much cum she had inside her cunt. He just looked at her wide open pussy and licked his lips. He loved seeing her like this, she looked breathtaking so slutty yet so erotic. 

He could see the inner pink of her pussy and the wetness oozing out of her vagina. Large globs of his white cum were slowly running out of her hole. Dhea had her knees almost touching the mattress now as she lay there open to his view. "Touch it bobby. Feel how hot you have made my pussy. Feel your cum leaking out of my hole', she told him.

Bobby touched her cunt and felt how hot and wet it was. He loved that feeling. She held her legs wide open showing him how much she wanted him to see her pussy. She said: 'Look at it Bobby, see how much cum you have given me. Now baby fuck me like the whore I am. Fuck me again Bobby, one last time."

Her cunt was just dripping with cum and formed a small pool under her ass. "Take me from behind this time Bobby. Fuck me like a dog and fill me again Bobby", she hissed at him with sex and lust in her voice.

She moved around and got on all fours and Bobby got behind her. "Yes baby do it push your hard dick into me and fuck me hard Bobby. Fuck me and enjoy me. Fuck me like a whore baby!" Dhea told him. 

He moved behind her and with one shove he slid in all the way. Her cunt felt like it was on fire, so wet and hot. Bobby felt his dick head hit bottom and press against her cervix. She cried out but it felt so good he didn't care. He held her hips and pushed and pushed and started to fuck her without any gentleness or compassion, only need. "Harder Bobby, don't hold back baby! Just fuck me for your own pleasure. Just fuck me Bobby, hard, fuck me hard", she yelled as he drove his cock home again and again!

Bobby told her: "I'm in all the way Dhea, and now put your head on the pillow and lift your ass up to me. Let me fuck you like you wanted me to do."

She put her face on the cool spot of the mattress and felt Bobby ramming her cunt from behind. "Ah fuck yes! God Dhea it's so good baby", he told her as he bent over her back and slammed his cock into her cunt hole. 

Again and again he fucked her not worrying about pleasuring her at all but simply to fuck her and enjoy her.

Again and again Bobby hit her ass with his body as his cock pushed deep into Dhea's cunt. Again and again he rammed his cock into her. He pushed her higher and higher sliding her face up the bed with each thrust. He held her hips and slammed his cock meat into her cunt. His balls flew up and slapped the top of her cunt this time.

Again and again he worked for his own pleasure while Dhea lifted her ass up higher for him. His dick was so hard and red and the skin stretched so tight around the head each time he pushed as deep as he could go that it started to hurt. But the hurt felt great. He was fucking a woman for his own pleasure now. 

Dhea squeezed her pussy when she could but Bobby was fucking her so hard and fast she couldn't seem to match his thrusts. Again and again Bobby worked his dick into her hole. Again and again he worked towards his own cum, not worrying about her.

And then he arched his back and threw his head back and cried out like the Alpha wolf and slammed his dick as deep as he could and held it as his cum pumped and pumped and pumped into Dhea womb for the forth time that night! She fell on the bed and he fell on top of her his dick still embedded in her hole.

When he was done he just lay there on top of her and she pushed him off. He just laid there completely drained. She rolled over and faced him. With her small hands she reached for his cock.

He moaned when he felt her touch it and then hold it. It was totally soft now and Bobby was completely drained. Bobby was done for the night.

Dhea had worked her magic and charm and Bobby had filled her four times with his seed. She loved how he felt making love to her and just plain fucking her. Actually she sort of like it when he just took over and fucked her like an animal. But she had drained him and now they both slept the sleep of satisfied lovers. Tomorrow she would take him home to his mother and Bonnie and the four of them would plan his sexual future.



Training



Jamie woke to sunshine illuminating her room. She stretched and yawned before rising to get breakfast. She moved slowly as the last bits of sleep fell away from her. She tossed bread into the toaster and raked a comb thru the brown rat's nest on her head. The smell of toast reached her nose just before the toast popped from its slots. She took a quick test bite, the exterior was slightly crunchy while the middle was soft and warm. Perfect. As she spread jam over the bread, her mind mused on the reason that well done toast serrated the roof of her mouth, was she delicate? Surely not.

With toast in hand, Jamie started and logged on to her computer. She thoughtlessly chewed as the computer awoke from its own slumber. She quickly checked the activity on her chat-room. AlleyKatty69 was waiting and had already messaged her.

"Can I have my pet next Monday?"

Jamie licked her fingers then began clicking away on the keyboard "Yes, but it will cost a bit more and I cannot guaranty my training will have fully sunken in and he will be more likely to be aggressive. If you could wait the full seven weeks, I suggest you do."

"I want to enter him into a contest. I need him Wednesday at the latest."

Jamie sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She pitied this woman's pet if she just wanted to show him off "For $500 I will begin intensive training and get him to you by Tuesday."

"Yay! Do it! X3 I'll transfer the $ right now."

Jamie checked her bank balance. Suddenly she was five hundred dollars richer.

"I'm starting now." She left the chat-room and shoved the last mouthful of toast in her mouth.

Jamie's thin floral night gown and short hair flew in her haste to get to the kennels. She opened the basement door. Cool, slightly musty air greeted her. She took a relaxing breath. There was much work to do. Him sensing her hurried mood would be counterproductive. Her feet nimbly maneuvered the dark stairs into the basement. With one hand she pulled a cord, with the other she took her ridding crop from the shelf it rested. There was a small pop as the cord turned on the basement light.

The basement was now dimly lit but she could see her five kennels and their three occupants. Each of the three people wore black leather bondage hoods that covered the eyes, head, nose and neck. The hoods left the mouth and chin exposed. The neck portion had a metal loop that a metal dog tag with their number, was attached to. The back of the neck was where the hood was strapped into place then secured so the wearer could not remove it.

She walked toward the kennels, inspecting their posture as she did. 309 was a black male, he had been with her two months, he had a muscular build and his nipples stood erect at the idea of her presence in the room. He was sitting perfectly, butt barely kissing the floor making his muscles tense in a wonderfully masculine way. She smiled and slid the riding crop thru the fencing; its tip gently ran over the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. He became slightly aroused. Jamie stopped playing and inspected the next pet.

271 was a Latina female, small and appeared fragile. She had been in training for four weeks. Jamie frowned at 271's posture. She was sitting incorrectly, her buns were fully on the floor. Her spine was bent forward causing her shoulders to slouch and stomach to fold in an unattractive manner; it almost looked like a misplaced double-chin.

"271" Jamie growled this warning.

The woman quickly corrected her posture.

Finally, Jamie looked at the youngest of the group, a thin white male. He was huddled in the corner of his kennel. He had great potential but he was not giving himself to her training... yet. She sighed.

"403, Sit." She said firmly. He curled into a tighter ball.

She looked at the other two, both sitting perfectly.

"309, relax. 271, keep sitting like that. Move a muscle and I will make you dearly regret it." She turned back to the white male "403, Come."

Nothing.

She hit the riding crop against her leg, enjoying the light sting. "403, Come Here." She commanded grimly.

He shivered then slowly crawled towards her, groping to find his way.

"Good boy." She prompted sweetly.



Training



Her tight, rear hole was stuffed full to capacity by the large toy. It was short by the typical standards of toys, going by the adage of bigger, aka longer, was better. Rather, it was a mere five inches in length, but it more than made up for that lacking with a diameter of almost two and a half inches. It had a short, rounded head that didn't allow her hole to open up gradually, and the shaft was a smooth rod that didn't diminish in girth where it connected to the base.

Having no taper to the end of it, the plug was held in place by the lower half of the harness. A strap passing between her legs, attached to the wide leather belt fastened snugly around her hips held both the plug, and the dildo seated in her pussy, firmly in place.

She felt full, stretched in highly satisfying way. Her clit, having been so abused earlier, rubbed pleasantly against the harness's strap when she moved.

It was the combination of feeling so deliciously filled and the light abrasion on her cit as she shifted position that brought her fully awake. As her pussy flooded with wetness at the sensations she was realizing, she also became aware of the clamps tugging at her erect, somewhat sore nipples, the feel of a collar fitted about her neck, and the light tingling of her breasts that she quickly realized they were bound firmly by the straps of a chest harness that the collar and clamps were secured to.

Overwhelmed with the sensations her accessories were providing, it took her a moment to fully realize the rest of situation and surroundings. That changed however, when the sound of footsteps approaching forced her focus off of the pleasure addling her not fully awakened mind and onto the space around her.

She was indoors, in a painted cinder bock room. The walls were dark, as was the ceiling, and both had a number hooks affixed at intervals. There was a large wardrobe in one corner, a dresser along the same wall, an odd looking contraption that vaguely resembled a rowing machine mixed with a tennis ball launcher on the floor along another wall, and a large section of mirrors across from the bed she discovered she was bound to.

She raised her head and peered around to see her arms pulled above her and tied to the iron bars of the headboard with chain attached to the leather cuffs locked on her wrists, her ankles affixed to the post at the end of the bed with similar cuffs and leather straps, and a set of straps around her upper thighs with what appeared to be attachments for the wrist cuffs on them.

She was still in the process of comprehending all of this when the approaching steps gave way to silence as a tall, well built man came to stop at the side of the bed and looked down at her. He had a handsome face, with a wide mouth and full lips. His hair was dark and silky looking, cut in a typical mens fade. He wasn't wearing a shirt which drew her attention to his smooth, hairless chest ad the thin arrow of hair that began under his navel and disappeared into the unbuttoned fly of his form fitting jeans.

"You're awake," He commented. "Good."

Belatedly, she realized she was also equipped with a ball gag placed in her mouth and secured around her head. Not that she knew what to say if she had been able. Questions began to run through her mind.

Who was he? What did he want with her? Why couldn't she remember anything past when she left work yesterday? More specifically, why couldn't she remember what had happened to make her feel as though she had been thoroughly used and abused recently? Would he please do something to either lessen the sensations assaulting her body or to kick them up a notch so that she could cum?

That last thought startled her a bit. She should be freaking out right now, naked, in heavy bondage, stuffed with toys, and tied to a bed in some unknown place with a strange man leaning over her. Weirdly, she didn't feel able to concentrate on the potential danger of the situation. She could only think about how good her body felt, how she wanted more of what was happening to her, and how sexy this man next to her was.

I've definitely gone out of my mind, she thought, to be admiring the person who was holding her captive. It occurred to her that he wasn't wearing a mask, and that might indicate that he didn't intend to let her go, and that that should worry her, but she couldn't make herself follow that line of reasoning as his hand reached out and rubbed the strap running between her legs.

His fingers unerringly found her swollen nub and pressed against it, swirling in small circles. Her hips lifted off the bed and she whimpered aloud. He smiled and reached with his other hand for the thin chain connecting her nipple clamps.

He tugged it, and his smiled broadened as she moaned from the stimulation.

"I drugged you last night, to make you compliant. It might take you a while to remember everything that happened, but it'll come back to you in time." He spoke very casually as he continued to manipulate her aching buds.

"Now that you're awake, and aware, we're going to have some more fun." He pushed harder as he circled her clit and tugged harder at the chain on her tits. "I'm going to start training you in earnest." Suddenly, he lifted his fingers from her clit and before she could moan a protest, he brought the flat palm of his hand down swiftly onto the strap over her cunt delivering a hard, stinging slap directly on her bud.

She shrieked through the gag and stiffened, her whole body bowing off the bed as her orgasm broke through her. She had never experience an orgasm brought on by pain, and it was overwhelming to her senses.

As she recovered, sinking back to the bed and breathing heavily, she had a flash of memory that he had done a similar thing to her the night before.

She could picture it in her mind: being tied down, with her legs up and apart, tied to the canopy of the large bed, while he knelt beside her and spanked her pussy with increasing vigor until she came, sobbing at her release.

"That's a good slut," He murmured. "I own you now, and you'll cum for me whenever I want you to. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." She replied. Sir! She had called him Sir. Yes, he had demanded that she address him as Sir or Master; told her she would be punished in a way she wouldn't like if she didn't comply. She believed him. Further, it turned her on to be forced to address him in such a way. It was a predominant facet of her fantasies, so she obeyed with an eager willingness.

"You belong to me," He told her. "Say it."

"I belong to you, Sir."

"Good girl."

"Good girl." He was saying it again now. Praising her for pleasing him with her willingness to capitulate to his ministrations.

She flushed with pleasure at his praise, not stopping to consider that it was more than a little odd to give in so easily in a situation like this. She wanted to please him, and she didn't care to examine why, or why she was not afraid.

He moved toward the end of the bed with a loose-limbed gait. Once there, he untied the leather straps at her ankle cuffs, and taking each of her ankles in hand, climbed up onto the bed to kneel between her legs.

He bent her legs up toward her chest, then out, away from her body, stretching out the kinks from laying in one position for an extended period. He worked her legs like this for a while, and then shifted her so that both legs her on one side of him.

Moving his large hands up her body, he rolled her onto her side, then pulled her back across the middle and closer to the side where he had originally been standing. He climbed back off the bed and she could hear him pulling something out from beneath it.

He came back to the side of the bed and flopped a large, wedge shaped pillow with several cuffs attached to it in the middle of the bed, the lifted her hips off the bed and rolled her onto the pillow on her stomach. The chains connecting her to the headboard twisted around, but allowed her complete the transition onto her belly.

The wedge was tall under her hips, causing her thighs to be almost perpendicular to the mattress. He climbed onto the bed behind her and pushed her knees out past the width of the pillow and forward so that they hugged it's width.

He used the cuffs built into the wedge to secure her thighs to it, and then brought her ankles up and connected the cuffs there to the ones that had already been around her thighs. She had thought they were there to bind her hands to, not realizing they served more than one purpose.

This position, on her knees, bent over the tall pillow forcing her ass to thrust into the air, with her face down and cheek against the mattress pushed the toys even further inside her. She moaned with pleasure and wiggled her hips a bit, the motion causing another memory of the night before to flood her.

She was bent over, hips strapped down on a padded table of sorts. The chain on her nipple clamps had a tear shaped weight hanging from it, tugging at her with every movement. She could feel the dildo in her pussy vibrating energetically. He had just turned it on when he removed the big plug from her ass.

She realized that the harness must have independent straps running between her legs because the dildo was still held firmly in place but her rear hole was unencumbered. He stood behind her, naked; she could feel the crisp hair of his well muscled upper thighs on the back of her smooth, silky ones.

Without warning, he thrust his hard, lubed cock into her waiting ass with one sure stab. She tipped her head back and let loose an long, loud moan. He was so very thick, much more so than the toy whose girth she had amazed at.

She had quite a collection of toys at home that she regularly used in her ass, but this man stretched her to her limits. He began pumping in and out of her with slow, measured pokes. Each time her pushed back in, he seated himself fully in her, his balls slapping at her clamped clit, his pelvis hitting her cheeks and shaking her with the impact, causing the weight on her tit chain to jerk and sway.

She had never been so overcome with pleasure. Unbearably full, her pleasure nubs squeezed by clamps, awash in the sensations of being fucked by her new owners large, wide dick, she cried out with abandon as he used her.

The fingers of one hand curled into her hair, pulling her back onto his staff and further agitating the weight dangling from her breasts, while he began to spank her plush ass cheeks with his other hand.

Fucking her harder now while he slapped her ass and pulled her hair, he began to tell her exactly how she felt beneath him.

"Fuck, you're so tight, little slut. I could fuck you all day and not tire of it." She moaned again in response. "Mmm, you're ass feels so good wrapped around my cock, like a hot, wet fist."

He spanked her with more vigor now, demanding answers from her.

"You like that don't you, slut? You like having your Master's big cock up your ass, don't you?!" He yanked on her hair and she yelled out "Yes, yes, Sir! I like your big cock in my ass!"

He continued to roughly use her for his pleasure, all the while demanding she admit how good it felt to be fucked and used by her Owner. Finally, after a good deal of time had passed, and well as a terrific orgasm on her part caused by his heavy balls beating her clamped clit, he yelled out his own release and filled her bowels with stream after stream of his hot, sticky cum.

Releasing his hold on her hair, he massaged her cheeks for a moment before slowly pulling out of her tight passage, and immediately shoving her tender ass full with another big plug.

"You're going to hold my cum in your ass like a good anal whore, and the next time I fuck you, I'm only going to use half the amount of lube. My cum will make up the rest." Finishing his pronouncement with a slap on her ass, he walked away and left her there for some time.

Still kneeling behind her, he brought her focus back to the present when he began to remove the strap that held the vibrating dildo in her pussy. He pulled the fake cock from her and reached up past her sopping hole to pinch her nub between his fingers.

She grunted through her gag and arched her back more, pushing into his rough touch. He smirked, and pulled a single clamp with a small weight attached from his pocket. Reaching under her again, he clipped the device into place and sat back on his heels as he watched her squirm from the torturous feelings it evoked.

He removed his jeans and took his place on his knees behind her again. Filling his hands with the soft flesh of her ass cheeks, he pressed his thumbs to the base of the butt plug under the harness strap, and pushed in a rhythmic way.

She was moaning and grunting in earnest now. "I want you to cum for me now slut, and then you won't be allowed to cum again until I've freshly filled your ass with my own cum."

He continued to push at her plug, and reached down to flick at the weight hanging from her clit clamp. Within a few minutes, she was sweating, rolling her hips toward him, and moaning loudly through her gag. He reached his hand down and curled two fingers into her pussy, pressing at the knotty mass of flesh just inside her soaked entrance, at the same time, pulling for forcefully at her clamp.

With a muffled scream and a gush of liquid, her pussy trembled and contracted around his fingers. He removed both his hands, sought out her hips, and pushed forward, seating his erect length into her moist canal.

Her channel was still contracting spasmodically as he began to fuck her hard and deep. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her firm in his grip. He lifted his face toward the ceiling as he lost himself in the wet velvet feel of her.

Fuck I got lucky with this slut, he thought to himself. I'm going to train her to fuck and suck like a champion and fill her ass with cum everyday. Fuck! She's so small and tight, I'm not going to last long.

Crying out in pleasure, he erupted inside her slick heat. Pulling away, he barely remembered to replace the dildo inside her, turn it on, remove the weight from the clamp at her abused clit, and reattach the harness strap to keep the dildo in place.

As he left the room to get a drink of water and take a breather, he told her "You're not allowed to cum yet, slut. Remember that."

It felt like hours before he came back into the room to find her writing and whimpering against her bonds. He chuckled and came over to her. Setting a glass of water with a straw down on a small table nearby, he approached her and began to undo her gag.

"You remember you need to address me properly when you speak, slut." He told her more than asked. She nodded anyways.

When he had the gag out of her mouth, she flexed her jaw several times and then whispered hoarsely, "Thank you, Master."

"Good girl." He responded, causing her pussy to gush and her nipples to tighten further. She gasped at the feeling, not bothering to question how his approval and air of condescension could cause her to flush with pleasure so easily.

He brought the glass to her and held the straw in reach of her mouth. "Drink." He commanded her.

"Yes, Sir." she drew the straw between her lips and began to take deep pulls, letting the cold liquid flood her mouth and rehydrate her tongue before swallowing it down gratefully.

"I have a new toy for you, slut." He said this in a tone that indicated she should respond.

"Thank you, Sir."

He brought a short dildo with an odd end and a strap over to her. He grasped her jaw in one hand, forcing it open, and slipped the dildo into her mouth, making sure her teeth settled into the wide groove around the base.

It was thick enough to fill her mouth, and long enough that it reached her throat, but didn't interfere with her ability to breath. He secured the strap around her head ensuring that she couldn't dislodge it, and then stepped back to admire her.

"This gag is going to teach you to find pleasure in being filled at both ends. A proper slut knows how to use her mouth to satisfy one man while another uses her ass. And, a proper slut get gratification from being used by multiple men."

She blinked at him and had another flash of memory.

He had the harness on her already. Her pussy and ass were so full with the big toys he had stuffed inside. Her clit and ass cheeks ached from the intense spanking she had received. Part of her training, he had said. He told her that she would undergo regular discipline to keep her in line, to keep her acting as a good slut and anal whore for him.

She couldn't complain. For all that it had been uncomfortable, and even painful, it was an ultimately pleasurable kind of pain and discomfort, one that she would gladly take on a daily basis from her extremely sexy new Master.

She thought vaguely that he must have slipped something into her drink to make her spill her secret desire to him so readily at the bar. She wasn't ashamed of wanting to be used and trained as a submissive, with a heavy emphasis on have her ass thoroughly used, but she didn't normally tell people that in a get to know you conversation.

He had drawn these things from her lips with ease, coaxing her into providing graphic detail of how she wanted to feel stretched by a big, thick cock; how she wanted to be controlled by a dominant, forceful man; how she wanted to be used by a Master and his friends for their enjoyment.

She had confessed that she didn't want to live the lifestyle twenty-four-seven, but that she did want to be treated as a personal fuck slut but someone that she saw on a regular basis. Not quite dating, but definitely more involved than a casual affair.

He had asked her pointed questions about her experience with BDSM, anal sex, domination, and her hard and soft limits. She had given in depth answers to all of his questions, had affirmed that she found him to be very attractive, and had admitted that she would like a chance to be used at his whim.

And now, here she was, filled with toys, strapped into a bondage harness, tied down on hr back with her head tilted over the edge of a large, iron framed and canopied bed. She had been disciplined harshly, informed that she was now his property and he would use her to his content whenever they were together, and that if she was a good little slut, she would get to live out the other areas of her life in contentment.

He had assured her that as long as she submitted to him when they were together that he would not make demands on the rest of her time, not would he have cause to punish her. She would get what she wanted; to be broken in and trained by a handsome Master, used by him and anyone else he chose when they had free time that was spent together, and ultimate sexual satisfaction without encroachment into the rest of her life.

She would still have her job, her apartment, her friends, her family, free time to herself, and, if she wished it, other lovers. She doubted that she would take him up on his offer of being allowed to get laid elsewhere. She had found that most men couldn't satisfy her, most didn't even try.

He stepped up to her, gloriously naked in her upside-down view, and ordered her to open her mouth.

"I'm going to teach you how to deep-throat a man," He said. "It's a skill every slut needs to master at some point."

She did as she was told, and her guided his heavy member between her lips. Over the next half hour, she pushed her to the limits of what she could handle. He taught her how to breath when her throat was unobstructed, how to swallow around his big dick as he pushed it all the way in, how to ignore her gag reflex and maintain a sucking pressure while he thrust in and out of her.




Training



He taught her with patience, and a gentleness that surprised her, all while maintaining his absolute command of her and the situation. He molested her clamped nipples to distract her when she thought she couldn't take him any further into her throat, and used a small crop on her bound tits and aching clit as he held her jaw firm in hand to teach her not to reflexively bite down while sucking him.

He talked to her while he taught her. Told her how he would have her act as his hostess at football parties, where she would serve food, beer, and herself up to his circle of friends.

"You'll be glad then, little slut, that you know how to give great head to one man while others fill your pussy or ass, or both."

She took his instruction and tried her hardest to please him. When he came, he pushed deep into her mouth, sinking the head of his turgid shaft far past her tonsils and loosed himself with several jerking spurts.

She hadn't even tasted his cum as she finished him. That was a new experience for her. He praised her new skill, assuring her that it would get easier with each time he used her mouth until it was an effortless thing.

Reaching up to where her wrists were bound to the bed's headboard, he loosed the chains, and leaving a good length free, reattached them. Then he released her ankles from her thighs, and her thighs from the wedge pillow.

He snaked an arm under her hips and pulled her up a bit, the pulled the pillow from it's spot and tossed it out of sight somewhere. He moved to the end of the bed and grasped her ankles, pulling her toward him until her pelvis rested on the edge of the mattress and he settled her feet on the floor.

The bed was high, leaving her balanced on her toes and tilting her ass into the air at a provocative angle. He knelt down and strapped her ankles to the posts of the bed near the floor with leather ties. She was now spread wide open to him, available for his use.

"I haven't given you a proper spanking yet today, have I slut?" He queried. She shook her head and mumbled behind her large gag. "We'll remedy that right now, then."

Standing perpendicular to her, he began to rain down solid, stinging blows on her exposed ass. She gasped and pushed her ass out as far as she could in her bondage, pleading bodily for more. He indulged her and spanked her harder, pinkening her cheeks quickly, then tipping them into red.

Flushed and grinding her still clamped clit and the vibrating toy in her pussy against the harness strap, she began to feel an orgasm coming on. Realizing that she wasn't allowed to cum until her Master came in her ass again, she stilled and whined behind her gag.

Recognizing her reaction for what it was, her Owner gave off spanking her and reached for her hair. Pulling her head up off the bed, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Good girl. You cum when I tell you you can." Then he bit her neck causing her to moan.

He moved between her legs and undid the strap holding the thick plug inside her, and slowly drew it out. She reveled in the sensation, not just because it felt great, but because it meant her Master was about to replace the toy with his own thick cock.

True to what he had told her the day before, he used only a small amount of lube and then pushed himself roughly into her. The increased friction of less lubricant delighted her. He groaned at how tight she was, even after having been fucked the day before and then wearing the plug all night.

It hadn't escaped his notice that she didn't gape when he pulled the toy from her, but immediately closed up to her normal state. He hoped that that remained true as he continued to use her in the future. There was really no better feeling than a tight, submissive ass clenching around him and sucking the cum from his balls.

He fucked her hard for a long time. Switching up the pace, angle, and depth as he went at her. Sometimes, he pushed all the way in and ground around inside her, relishing in the feel of her grinding back.

Yes, he thought, I've definitely stumbled onto a perfect anal slut in the making.

He would make sure that her desires were fulfilled too. He wanted to keep her around, to be free to use her at will for a long time to come. He would use her regularly, keep her stuff with thick plugs when she wasn't with him, and allow his well hung friends to use her regularly as well.

He saw the potential in her. Recognized that once he fully broke her in, she would crave having her ass filled all the time. He wanted her to get to the point quickly, He wanted her to feel uncomfortable if her ass was empty. He wanted her to be only remove the toy from her ass when she was about to be fucked, or when she had to use the restroom.

He knew she'd do it too. He realized that he could easily train her to crave a full ass the way an addict craves another fix. Ah yes, she was going to be the perfect fuck slut for him.

Finally, he felt himself ready to cum. His balls tightened up even more and rose higher feeling almost uncomfortably full. He braced one big hand on her lower back on told her "I'm almost ready, little slut, you can come now."

She moaned her delight at the statement and began to grind more fully against him, causing the other strap to stimulate her clit more intensely. Just a moment before he began to fill her insides with jizz, she fell into a shuddering climax, milking him into her depths.

His orgasm lasted a long time, weakening his knees and causing him to collapse against her when it was done. He took a moment to recover, and then pulled away, once again, immediately stuffing her back up with the plug and strapping it into place.

He unbound her from the bed, leaving the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and then removed the gag from her mouth. He reached under her and removed one of the straps between her legs, allowing the vibrating dildo to fall free of her tight confines, and then eased the clamp off her clit.

Her legs trembled as blood surged back into the throbbing nub. She whimpered, but didn't speak. He pulled her upright and loosened her nipple clamps, but ultimately left them on. He instructed her that she could use the lavatory attached to the bedroom, but that she was not to remove the anal plug unless she absolutely had to.

When she was done freshening up, she was to come back to the bed, replace the dildo and strap, but not the clamp, and then lay down for a nap. He would bring her lunch in a little while and then resume her training.

He left the room, audibly locking the door, though, she thought, she didn't want to go anywhere. She did as she was told, taking a whore's bath with a washcloth and relieving herself, then returning to the bed, reinserting the dildo in her sore pussy, and strapping it in place.

She wasn't sure she would be able to fall asleep so stuffed full. It was turning her on yet again to feel the fake dicks inside her, but she dropped off rather quickly, overcome with exhaustion from the events of the morning.



Training



Told to stand. Almost falling. She had a plastic ruler. My body shook.

"Do you deserve this? Do you deserve me using this." I deserved anything she wished. She would do what was necessary for me.

"Yes. Yes Mistress."

My breasts! Smacked my breasts with it! Tears ran from my eyes. Flexible plastic stinging my breasts. The pain heating. They were on fire. It excited her too. There was something deep and excruciatingly intimate about what I had to endure. Her face flushed. The heat suffused my tits and they felt so heavy. My nipples like heated stones. Hurting slaps of plastic. My skin so tight. Stinging. A blow hit me across my nipples, I cried out. I wanted to touch myself. Slowing when she thought I may climax again. Difficult breathing. Harder and harder. So hot. Hips swaying. Sobbing softly. Then she had stopped. Breasts on fire. Throbbing. Trembling. They pulsed more than I could have imagined. My orgasm a touch away.

Fingers fondled my hair as I sobbed. I almost came. Not allowed. She didn't stop. Made me want her. Very light caresses over my burning breasts, further down, but not at my fiery cunt. Begged her again. Begged her to bring me off. Begged her to tell me what to do. Hands still restrained. Breasts tingling. Naked for her. Cunt throbbing. Thighs sodden. Hers. Michael is my master. Louise, my Mistress. 

I was sent to clean myself. I was sticky, smelt obscene. Mistress had insisted that I did not orgasm or even play with myself again. Suzie came with me and used the shower attachment to clean between my legs with cold water. Thankfully the water was not ice cold because of the weather, though the spray made me jump and tingle. Suzie gave me a perfunctory wipe and took me downstairs and unfastened my bonds before disappearing elsewhere.

The next three hours were tiring. She trained me in deportment. I wore my stilettos and collar only and walked and sat and climbed and descended the stairs and walked and walked back and forth. She showed me how I should sit, where I should place my hands. To look pleasing. To look desirable. I had to practice bending and offering myself, lowering myself to the floor and standing up again. She showed me the correct way to kneel before a Master or Mistress, how I had to hold my head and where my eyes were expected to be. All to her strictest standards. I had to do things correctly. Whenever I failed to do something exactly right I felt the sting of the ruler. I had to look pleasing at all times for my Master. And for her. I practised and practised until my muscles screamed for rest.

Eventually the lessons stopped. I stood, slightly out of breath. Louise had Suzie push a footrest into the middle of the floor. She too was told to undress. Undress totally. I looked ahead. I could see her out of the corner of my eye. She unfastened her skirt, stepped out of it, folded and placed it on the sofa. Her blouse followed. Then her underwear. She turned to face me.

Her nipples had rings through them! I choked back a gasp. Gold rings, like wedding rings. One through each erect nipple. I looked down.

"You need to learn about women. Look at her." Her pubic hair was thin but dark, her breasts smaller than mine. Her mouth held a shy smile. Her nipples had gold rings! She was small and beautiful. I felt jealousy for a moment. "Touch her breasts." I moved nearer. Both of us naked. I could feel her warmth. I was doing this with a woman. Felt as though I couldn't, shouldn't. My fingertips lightly played over her smooth dark skin, played over her breasts. They were different to mine, or Pia's. 


"Play with the rings." I took one between my fingers. It felt warm. It rotated through her nipple. I could see it slipping through the nipple as I turned it gently. Suzie had closed her eyes. "Pull them." I couldn't. I had to. I pulled and watched wide eyed as her breasts were pulled into cones. I was terrified of hurting her, of ripping through the delicate flesh of her nipples. How did it feel to have them there? How had it felt to have had them pierced? I thought of rings through my own nipples.

She was made to lie on the footrest. On her back with her legs pushed apart off the end.

"Examine her sex. Look at it closed, look at it open. Part it with your fingers." 

I did as I was told. Knelt down on the floor between her legs. Her mound thrust up. I could see the rings on her breasts along her body. This was a woman, alive, not an object. As if aware of my concerns Suzie lifted up and smiled shyly at me. I looked down. Her lips were slightly parted. Her sex looked quite small, neat, no hairs on the lips at all. I had never seen another woman's sex before. It was different to mine. There were dark edges on the lips and between a bright pink colour peeped out. I placed my thumb and finger on each side and pulled it open. I could smell her. It wasn't unpleasant to me I noted. Inside was a glowing pink, shiny, moist. Almost hypnotised I stared. The lips, the bump of the clit, the suggestion of her vagina. Louise watched me.

"Kiss her thighs. Not her cunt yet. Just her thighs. At the top. Imagine it is you."

I did. I kissed her thighs. The soft firmness. The warmth. I felt her squirm a little. Smelt her stronger now I was nearer. I let my lips roam over her smoothness. "Now just the lips." My breathing was short. I felt my breasts swing a little. Kneeling like a bitch on heat. I touched her lips with mine. Softly. Both sides. Top to bottom. Slowly. Tasted her juices.

"Open your mouth and take her all inside." She squirmed more as I felt her heat and the plumpness of her lips inside my mouth. "Now explore her with your tongue. Let her come." The voice soft in my ears.

I probed, prodded, lapped. I found the hard node of her clit. It was slightly claustrophobic between her thighs. I found her openings. I felt my saliva mixing with her liquids. She was tense against me. I wanted to give her an orgasm. I was drunk on the taste and smell. Her thighs lifted and opened wider. I wanted to give her pleasure. I was excited by it. My tongue caressed and demanded. I licked and sucked and kissed and prodded. I moved around her, not staying in one place too long. I knew she was getting excited by what I did, moving, thrusting slightly. I was too. The sudden thought amazing, but my amazement quickly lost in my concentration. I found that I could insert the tip of my tongue inside her. Her clit was hard. I sucked it inside my mouth. I felt the vibrations of her stifled cry. I sucked it in again and caught it gently between my teeth. She bucked around coming. I felt elated at her climax. Her movements made me hold on, just keeping my mouth in contact wasn't easy. My face was coated in the outpourings from her arousal. I lent back, my breathing erratic. She lay in front of me. Open, still shuddering, her knees held high.

I wanted to touch myself. Bring myself off. I stopped myself. 

She knew. "No. You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Louise's amusement soft in my ears. She had moved to beside me. My face rested against Suzie's thigh, inches from her parted saliva drenched cunt. My face was covered it her, the smell strong. My eyes closed. 

"You see it doesn't matter if its a woman, does it?" Her voice soft and understanding as her hand took my hanging breast. Played with it as though it belonged to her. She squeezed my nipples. I wanted it. "In fact it doesn't matter who it is, woman or man, even a complete stranger. You haven't even spoken to Suzie, but you've used your mouth on her most intimate parts." Her hand slowly slid down my spine. I was hot. Suzie moved slightly against my face. "As long as your Master or Mistress wants it, it doesn't matter. You don't have to worry about what you have to do, who it is with. All you have to do is to give pleasure when required. You'll be dominated and you'll be used. So, as you're both a slave and such a whore, you'll have the best of both worlds wont you?" Her words were spinning in my head. Her hand slid between my buttocks. My breathing was heavy. They lifted to her touch. "See what I mean? What shall I do? Shall I slap your thrusting bottom? Or shall I finger you?" She mused. "Whatever, when I tell you to come you will."

"Yes, Mistress." I felt dreamy. I felt content within her dominance.

She told me to lie on top of Suzie. I did. Her soft body under me. I felt her rings against my breasts. She was pushing against me. Her wet cunt was pushing up against mine. Her thighs grasped mine. I was naked on top of a girl. It was like making love. I felt panic rise in me. 

Louise's fingers were suddenly at my cunt. Oh God yes! Her fingers in my cunt and in Suzie's cunt. Her thumb entered me her fingers went into Suzie. She fucked us both. Fucked us both with one hand. Suzie was kissing me. Or was I kissing her? Our mouths frantically fed off each other. Our mouths were open. Wild like lovers. Bodies pushing, rubbing against each other's. Louise's hand worked us. It was like a hothouse. I could not think. All that existed was the body underneath me, the thumb fucking me, the squeezing of my clit against another girls sex. It didn't matter anymore. 

She whispered. "Not just yet slavey." My vagina was palpitating uncontrollably. Almost out of all control. Desperate. I forced myself to do as I was told. "Now. Come" into my ear, Suzie's ear. My body obeyed. It wasn't a conscious decision. Felt my body relax and then accept the explosion. Only vaguely aware of Suzie doing the same, not certain which grunts or screams were mine, which were hers. Our bodies thrashing together. Only our cunts clamped together by Louise's hand. I shook, convulsed, and screamed, as did Suzie under me. I had been commanded to come. The orgasm exploded and exploded. Vicious explosions of pleasure rent me. 

When I next was able to take in anything outside my body I was laying on the floor. Suzie was standing in Louise's arms. They were kissing. Suzie, naked, was thrusting against our clothed Mistress as she held her. I felt alone.

"Come to me." I almost fell as I tried to stand. I went to her. Suzie stood aside. "What do you say?"

"Thank you, Mistress. Oh, thank you."

"For what?"

"For allowing me to come, Mistress."

"And Suzie?"

"Thank you, Suzie."

"For what?"

"Sorry Mistress. Thank you Suzie... for letting me... for letting me...use my mouth on you." I finally got it out.

Without being allowed to wash, I was put naked onto my bed. Naked except my collar. Suzie fastened a blindfold around my head; my wrists and ankles were attached to the corners of the bed. They leather cuffs were secure around my limbs, but their attachments allowed me some movement. My hands could move down to the sides of my head, my legs could move but not close. The smell of Suzie's liquids clung to my face and spread over my thighs.

After I had tested my ties Louise kissed my mouth again. Her perfume giving her away. Her mouth played with mine for a long, long time. While I was spread out, naked, bound and blind. My mouth eagerly accepted her tongue, my lips became liquid. I strained up to her mouth as it devoured me. Wanting to be devoured. Wanting to feel her next to me. She fed a finger into my mouth. Hungrily I suckled on it. She pushed it in and out, finger fucking my mouth. I was past shame.

Eventually she sat next to me and ran her hand over my thighs again, over my captive body. I knew I was drawn apart for her to see, knew I was wet again. I pushed up as far as I could. My bruised breasts ached. Her hands teased. Her hands never touched my nipples or clit. Even though I needed them to. Aroused and aroused me. Pushing me further, so slowly, pushing me with such resolve. She kissed me again. Her fingers trailed deliberately over my lips and mound, so lightly it could have been imagination, but my body bucked up from the bed. My orgasm so near. She left me there, a sheet pulled quickly over me.

I lay awake thinking of Master. I had to do well. Do as I was told. I didn't want to shame him. Make him appear less because I was less. I wanted him badly. I slept badly, not used to sleeping in bondage. Each time I woke my dreams were of dirty, disgusting things being done to me. I lay in my dark thinking, remembering. I had tried to force myself to believe she had forced me, but I couldn't. I knew. I was wicked. I remembered everything. Stripping. Masturbating. My beating. My mouth on Suzie. Her fingers. My bondage. My body ached, throbbed, always needing. Disgustingly wanting fingers on me, my mouth on someone. Slut! Slut!

The sheet had slid from me, leaving me uncovered. Suzie, dressed as when I had first met her, unfastened the blindfold and lightly kissed me. Shyly, furtively. We both knew of the previous evening. She unfastened me and thankfully allowed me to stretch away the stiffness. The early sun shone into the room. 

I was led to the bathroom where she watched over me as I went to the toilet. I felt totally embarrassed as she waited until I had completed both functions and then wiped me. Ridiculous after the evening before, I told myself, but it didn't help. Still blushing I brushed my teeth and had a bath. Not allowed to touch my breasts or sex, I washed everywhere else in the perfumed water. Suzie washed my breasts quickly, made me kneel so that she could wash me out below. Her small fingers cleaned me quickly. I was allowed to dry myself. 

My collar and straps were replaced and I was given high-heeled shoes. My hands were fastened behind me. Breasts thrusting. It was exciting to feel a prisoner. I was taken downstairs. Mistress was in the kitchen. She wore black trousers and a thin blouse that allowed me to see the patterns of her bra as her breasts were held. She sat at the table with coffee and appraised my nakedness. I hoped that she liked what she saw. Eventually I was called over to her. Suzie was told to fasten a bar to my ankles straps, it meant I couldn't close my legs or walk properly. My legs weren't too far apart, about the width of my hips, a little wider perhaps. 

She took a red pencil from the table. It was brand new. I could see it shining. It hadn't even been sharpened. Gave it to Suzie, who, kneeling between my legs, pushed it deep inside my vagina. I was shocked. The morning was bizarre, the events so totally unexpected.

"When Suzie lets go of the pencil you will hold it within you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Alright Suzie, let go."

At first by attempting to squeeze my muscles tight around the thin shaft I held it in place. Soon, however, my inner muscles grew tired. Without a constantly firm grip the pencil slid down. My vagina was also producing lubricants, which did not help. I felt it slip further and further. It fell into Suzie's waiting hand. Alarmed I looked at Mistress.

"Did I not tell you to keep it within you?"

"I'm sorry Mistress! I couldn't help it Mistress."

"Of course you could!" I wanted to cry. "You will do as you are told. Suzie, again." The pencil shaft was pushed up me again. "Obviously you need to practice. Your cunt is flabby inside." The second time was even harder. I was more lubricated. My muscles were tired. It slid out. It slid from me progressively quicker each time it was inserted. Tears ran down my cheeks in frustration. The spreader bar was removed and my hands untied. I was spared further failure. My inner muscles were almost cramping.

No rest. Exercises. Stretching legs and back. Bending, stretches, splits, crabbing. The latter the worst. So humiliating pushing up. Pushing up my tits and open cunt. So vulnerable. Louise knew. Knew my secret. Wet at the exhibition of myself. Muscles shaking.

Suzie gave me eggs to eat and then I had had to practice moving again. This time with clothes. Sitting. Standing. Kneeling. Walking. Removing some, removing all, dressing. Told never to cross my legs, how to offer myself, how to be available. To others. Told never to hide my marks, to show my ring when in public, always have my left hand on top if they were crossed. Told how it should be done with a variety of tops, skirts and dresses. With underwear, without. So much to take in. Had to answer her questions or show her to show I remembered. 

Then without clothes. Just the stilettos at times. But first I had to present myself on knees and elbows facing away from Mistress. Suzie came over and knelt by me. Her fingers went immediately to my bottom! She had a lubricant, which she used all around and pressed within. Something cool was then pressed against my bottom! I was told to relax. Maybe it was a dildo or a vibrator. I daren't ask. Suzie forced it inside me. It hurt, it was big, I didn't think it would go. I was making soft whimpering noises by the time it slipped suddenly into place. It felt odd, filling me, stretching me. Part of it was obviously still outside me. My anal ring caught tight in a ridge. I felt hair against my thighs. Was it Mistress? Suzie was kneeling where I could see. She told Suzie to fetch a mirror. Her voice was from the sofa! I could still feel the hair teasing my thighs. Someone other than Master! Someone else seeing this new indignity! She told me to stand. Still with whatever was pushed into my bottom! The hair strangely still there. Behind me. Wanting to turn. I stole a glance as I stood. No one!

Suzie brought a large mirror. I was so shocked! There was a black plug in my bottom stretching me wide, but that wasn't the worst. From the plug a black horse's tail sprouted! I couldn't believe it.

Mistress began laughing. I felt so humiliated. 

"Mistress... please."

"Be quiet! Control! Your face is a picture!" She regained her composure. "You'll wear the tail while you practice. The plug will stretch you to make you easier to access. Master will wish to use you there at times. And the tail... well it looks so good on you. It'll help you remember to sway your hips gracefully."

I was made to walk across the room. The tail swished behind me. I tried to keep it still but was immediately rebuked for incorrectly walking. It swung behind, from side to side with each step. I couldn't forget it. Nor could I forget the plug stretching my bottom wide. Stinging. Opened.

I began my exercises again. Standing, walking, always with head high, eyes lowered. Up and down stairs, bending with knees bent, bending with knees straight, kneeling, crawling. How to present myself, standing, kneeling, always with my thighs a little apart at least, to allow access, visual or manual. Practising time after time under her severe eye. The tail swishing incessantly. Sometimes the hairs stuck to my wetness. The invasion in my bottom moved as I walked. I was never able to forget it. Every one of my muscles ached, more than I realised I possessed.

Lunch was a salad. I knelt at the table, the tail of the plug still proud in my bottom so I was given a stool to sit on. Astride, legs open, tail over the back. Exhausted.

After, Suzie took me upstairs. She ran a bath and I had to kneel on the floor and she took off the tail part, and then pulled the plug out. I wanted to cry. My bottom felt open and wide as I still knelt whilst Suzie washed the plug. Eventually I was allowed to rest in the hot water for a while then Suzie gave me a wash where I wasn't allowed. 

She whispered to me. "You have a beautiful body and you look so sexy. I hope we'll be allowed again." It surprised me. Her fingers lingered on my breasts. I turned and kissed her.

"I hope so too, but you are more beautiful and sexy than I am." She laughed at my comment depreciatingly.

"I wish... but we have to hurry. I have to put on your make-up."

After she had replaced my collar she brushed my hair. I had to sit for her. Bottom stinging still. She lightly made up my face then took out a small jar and brush.

"This is a stain. It will last regardless of what you have to do and will still make your lips look good even after any lipstick has disappeared." She painted my lips with three coats, allowing each to dry. Then my nipples! These only needed one coat apparently. Then I had to sit wide apart and she painted my labia too! Another three coats. After each dried she had to wipe my juices. The brush tickled. We laughed together. Then I had to go onto the bed and spread my cheeks whilst I knelt. She painted my behind too, around the stretched rim of my bottom! Whilst it dried she kissed my proffered cheeks. Her hand cupped my puffy lips. 




Training



"You're wet."

"Yes. Will you... would you like to play with me?"

" We cant. Not now. Don't tell Mistress. I'd like to."

"No." 

"Where is her husband?"

"Away for the week. On business. Shush now."

She showed me what I looked like. I was a little aroused. It made me look ready to orgasm. I was amazed. My sexuality was so advertised now. My mouth and sex lips red, my nipples pink, they all stood out against the paleness of my body. 

Downstairs Louise examined me.

"A man will be arriving shortly." I could feel tension tighten my body. Who was he? "You will let him in. Dressed as you are in your shoes." She smiled at her own joke. "That will excite you won't it?" I looked at the floor. "When he arrives you will show him in here and stay with us. Until then stand in the corner and no doubt get wet at the prospect." What was he doing here? I would have to answer the door naked. He would see me. I stood shaking in the corner of the room. Surely she wouldn't make me fuck him? Why else could he be coming, or was I just being used for ornamentation?

Dreaded and desired the doorbell to ring. Eventually it did. I went to answer it. Wiped my thighs in the hall. I felt ridiculous, totally ashamed and horny showing myself off like this. I had to open the door and greet him! It took all my courage not to hide myself. I couldn't talk. Breathing all over the place. The man was probably about five years older than me. I was naked! Completely. Exposed. He took in my nudity and grinned which made me blush and not look up from the floor again. I felt his eyes on my bottom as I led the way to the lounge. Suzie was already there with two cups of tea, but she was sent away. I could tell that she wanted to stay. Secretly appraised the man. Not my type. 

"Hello Andrew."

"Hello Mistress Louise." Mistress? I had the feeling that Mistress was amused. I had to kneel before them as I had been taught. Taking tea. Afternoon tea. Knees apart on the carpet. Hands open on my thighs. So exposed. Lips unfurling. Wanted to run away. Nipples hard. Eyes down. So vulnerable before a stranger. They chatted about the most inconsequential things as they sipped the tea. No idea what was happening. Except that I was naked, exhibiting myself to them. On show. My mind wandered. What was Master doing now? It was so long since he'd been inside me. I was doing as Master wanted. This man? Why was he here? Was I to be fucked? I was shaking slightly. What would I have to do?

"Alright. Let's get started. Undress." Undress? I was undressed! Andrew stood up whilst I was still assessing what to do. He was undressing! Him not me! Why was he undressing. He wasn't hard. He folded his clothes and stood with his dick semi flaccid. I wasn't arousing enough! I felt stricken. He smelt of soap. He'd even taken off his shoes and socks. My nakedness insufficient to arouse him. I realised that I felt hurt. Not feeling good enough.

He leant against the arm of the sofa. Louise sat beside him. Told to move until I was between his spread legs.

"I want to see how you pleasure a man. You will do exactly as I say. Not that it matters, slut, but do you enjoy using your mouth on a man?"

"Yes Mistress." My friends had all told me dreadful it was. I believed them, gone along with them. Master had changed that. Right from the beginning I enjoyed his cock in me wherever. I loved the feel of him filling my mouth. Feeling controlled then. Feeling pleasure at his pleasure. The smell of man in my nostrils, the velvet covered iron of his flesh. Loved kissing it, showing my love. It was an embodiment of his control over me. I loved the taste of him lingering in my mouth afterwards.

This was a strange cock. Circumcised. Not Master's. Smelt different, smelt of a different soap too. About the same length but a little thinner. But I was doing his bidding. There was no denying the feeling that was spreading between my thighs.

Initially I was told how to use my fingers and hands. Louise watched every movement. Told to remember, learn. Squeeze the warm flesh between my fingers, pump it in my fist, run my fingers along his length, over his balls, very occasionally pulling my nail over his knob, touching his anus. I was rewarded. He became hard. I could feel him throbbing in my hand. It made me feel better. 

Then my mouth. Just my mouth without help from my hands. Held them behind my back. Kissing and licking, shaft, balls, knob. Nibbling. At the front of my mouth, deep with. Quickly bobbing up and down his shaft, slowly working over it. I was allowed to use my hands on him again. On the shaft, on his balls and thighs. I felt the flesh twitch and throb but nothing I did appeared to make him near his climax. Louise had me take my hands away again and had him push deep into my mouth, then deeper. I felt panic. My hands came away from their position as a gagging sensation filled me. Afraid of being sick I had to pull back.

"You may come Andrew."

"Thank you Mistress." I watched as semen jetted from him. It hit my face and throat. He was aiming it. Again spurts. Slithered down my face. Some in my hair. In my eye. It stung! Stung like hell. Shutting my eyes and trying to still my hands. Blinking it clear. Tears rolling from my eye. By the time I recovered Andrew was already dressed. I heard Mistress tell him to come again at the same time. I realised that was no pun. Still naked and covered in his semen I let him out.

"You'll get better." I was standing in front of her on my return. "Practice. Practice. Practice. Go and bring the pencil."

I scuttled out and brought back the dreaded pencil. She inserted it deep inside.

"I'm too wet Mistress."

"Don't you ever speak like that again! You will only answer questions. You'll be punished later. Now spread."

The pencil slid out of my reddened lips too easily. I was wet. I had to really clench on it to stop it coming out too quickly. Louise wasn't impressed. She slapped the inside of my thighs. Again, over and over. My muscles screamed. I was made to stand in the corner in the kitchen.

After what felt like a long time she told me she was going to slap my thighs and buttocks. This was not punishment. She would do it simply because she desired to, but secretly I knew I deserved it. I had to ask her to spank me. I leant over the kitchen table, my breasts on the cool wood, I pushed up my bottom for her, spread my thighs for her. She wore leather gloves and I sobbed for her. Cried tears for her. She drew it out a long time. Slapping me gradually harder and harder with caresses in between. Caresses on my flesh, not my sex. The pain and the need that she wanted me to feel grew and grew. It was like a hard ball of fire. My skin must have glowed. 

When she stopped I had to stay where I was as the heat gradually lessened. She sat beside me reading a newspaper. As she read her fingers explored my thighs and found my hot cunt at times. She had taken the glove off. She continued to read the newspaper whilst she fingered me!

"Knowing you to be a hot little bitch I suppose you want to come?"

"Oh yes Mistress! Please Mistress. Oh Yes!"

"Well hurry up then, we haven't got all day."

"Oh thank you Mistress. Thank you." So unexpected. Desperately I rubbed myself up and down her fingers as they clawed into me, against her hand. I didn't want her to change her mind. It didn't take long. My juices spurted as usual as I bucked.

"My God, girl! My hand is saturated!"

"I'm sorry Mistress. I'll lick it Mistress."

She looked at me for a while. My body still skewered on her fingers. Then softly, "Yes, you will. You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"Oh yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress." Her eyes bored into me. She sent for Suzie.

"Would you like this slut to bring you off. I can tell you like her." Suzie's eyes went wide. "It's alright, I don't mind. I find it amusing. I'd like to see you come for me on her fingers. Just remember who you're coming for."

"Yes. Please Mistress. I'll come for you Mistress."

My thighs were soaking from Mistress's fingers and I smelt of sex. I rolled up Suzie's skirt and pulled off her white knickers. She had to sit on the edge of the table and spread her legs whilst I knelt between them. Her cunt lips were fat. Once Mistress was happy with our positions I was told to begin. I rubbed over her clit and then wet my fingers inside her before doing it again. Fucking her with my fingers and then over her clit, just as I liked it. I could tell that she liked it too. I wanted to kiss her sex again but hadn't been told to do that.

"You have one minute. You'll come then. If you don't you'll be punished."

I knew she was hot but I didn't think she would be able to come so quickly. 

"Forty five seconds." I redoubled my efforts. "Thirty seconds." Oh God. I couldn't do it for her. "Fifteen seconds." Suddenly I felt Suzie become wetter, her vagina twitched. "Come now!" She did. Bucking a little against my hand, sighing softly above me.

"You liked that didn't you Suzie? Having Emma touch you for me. Just make sure you don't have it happen unless I allow it. No private little sessions. I know you two hot little sluts." 

"No Mistress." We both chorused. Suzie was told to dress correctly again and Mistress laughed as we were sent away to prepare dinner. I was made to wear the tail again in my bottom. It didn't sting as much this time.

The days continued with much the same. I felt I was getting a little better with all my tests. Even the pencil. I missed Master. I knew he was right about me and other women. It didn't matter as long as I was told, ordered. I was a slut. Even Andrew began to exchange bashful smiles with me as I let him in and out.

One day I was told to dress in a summer frock, high heels and clean knickers. We were going out in the car. It was strange both being dressed and going out. I sat still as we drove watching Mistress surreptitiously out of the corner of my eye. She looked really attractive.

We got out of the car and walked to a little lingerie shop. I thought it was closed but the door opened for Mistress. Inside we were shown another door by a middle-aged woman and ascended the staircase. I walked behind Mistress, concentrating hard on keeping upright in my heels but secretly half watching the sway of Mistress's hips and the curve of her legs. At the summit of the stairs there was a large room, much larger than downstairs with areas divided up and full of merchandise. It was cool inside. There was air conditioning. 

A young woman, dressed in an extremely short black skirt with fishnet tights and a white semi transparent top, approached and welcomed Mistress.

"Good afternoon, Madam. May I help?"

"Good afternoon. Yes you may." I tried to stand correctly but saw Mistress's eyes quickly appraising the young woman. Then turning to me, "Go over to the changing area and undress so that you are ready. Keep your shoes on." I had to undress here? Dress and knickers? I looked around. There didn't seem to be any changing rooms. The young woman pointed. There was only an open alcove with hangers on a rack and a bench seat. I walked over to it. There was no curtain! I looked again in case I had missed it, nothing! There were other clothes neatly hung. Oh God there were others here. Guiltily I knew I was excited. Mistress and the young woman were talking, taking no notice of me; I swallowed and began to undress.

When naked I had to force myself not to cover myself, stand with my legs slightly apart. The cool air had made my nipples very hard and made my aureoles crinkle. Even so, I felt hot. I stood waiting excitedly. Eventually I was called over. I was conspicuously naked and standing in an open area. The assistant would look at me; others might see me like this. I felt nervously skittish. Louise was instructing the assistant to measure me for the records and to find a black leather corset, a black waist belt and attachments for both in my size. I watched shocked as I saw Mistress's hand rise and cup the assistant's breast. She leaned over and kissed her, the memory of her doing exactly the same to me suddenly strong in my mind. I was jealous. The kiss ended but Mistress continued to manipulate her breast. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Only after a gasp had come from the assistant did Mistress stop.

"Go and organise a black coffee for me, I'll be over in a moment, then you can start with this slut." The assistant bounced away on her long legs, smiling, her heels drumming on the floor." You'll do as required, little slavey, you'll do as you are told and act in no way to bring embarrassment on me. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress." Her mouth opened mine as she suddenly took my mouth with hers. "You'd better be good. They have whips here." Said like a caress, it was almost as if she was thinking it would be pleasant to whip me. I trembled as I watched her disappear around a corner.

It was only a moment but I was standing alone and openly naked. It was scary and exciting. The assistant came back. Her manner was not in any way the same as it had been with Mistress. She was in charge. She was wearing the clothes. I was made to know in no uncertain terms what position I held. Her nipples protruded obviously. I followed meekly as I walked naked behind her. 

Standing me by a desk, she began to measure me. The tape cold around my back and breasts. After writing the measurement down she turned back and stared at them again. She slapped one breast gently, watching its movements, then the other. She did it again. Then she measured my waist and hips as though I was a piece of furniture. 

I thought it was over, but I was mistaken. My wrists and ankles were measured, all kinds of distances and circumferences which I could see little use for. She took a nipple in each hand and squeezed them rhythmically until I was pushing out to her and they were as hard as she could get them. Then she produced a little hand held device to measure their width and height. The only times that she caught my eye she raised her eyebrows in a condescending way. She slapped my thighs apart and knelt to measure the inside of my legs. Each time I could feel her fingers against my lips. The last time she must have caught her hand against my opening. She lifted her hand up to my face. I could see the shiny juices spread on the back of her hand. I blushed scarlet. She pressed it to my mouth to lick clean, and then she wiped her hand over my stomach.

"New aren't you?" I nodded, keeping my eyes lowered. I was acutely embarrassed by my lack of clothing in front of her. It gave her power over me. It was a power that I hadn't had a say in, even though I still secretly knew it to be exciting. Then it struck me that Louise was physically making me realise the situation I was now in. It was a situation where she expected me to understand the small detail fully now. The small print in my slave contract!

"You call me 'Miss'."

"Yes Miss."

She moved behind me. A hand caressed my buttocks. "You've not been caned. I like them caned. I like the feel of the hard raised wheals across the softness." She felt me tense. "Yes, that's nice." She moved in front of me again and lent against desk. Drawing up her short skirt she presented me with the sight of her sex through her tights. She wore no knickers, just the fishnet tights. I could see the hair flattened, the hint of her lips. I was made to kneel and lightly kiss her there. She didn't want me to pleasure her; it just allowed me to know my station. It was all I needed to stop any rebellious feelings.

I followed her as she led me to whatever she wanted to look at. Another assistant was with a redheaded woman looking at some items of clothing on a hanger across the room in another alcove. She had a naked girl with her! Naked like me. With a collar. Like me. Tall and blonde, though I thought surprisingly plain of face. I felt myself shaking. There was nowhere to hide. I wanted to be childlike and think that if I didn't see them they wouldn't be able to see me.

An arm took mine and turned me towards the racks. The perfume of leather almost overpowering. They were full of corsets. She chose a black one and made me stand holding onto a shelf above my head. Passing it in front of me she then began fastening it at the back. She pulled it tight and began threading the straps. It became tighter and tighter. I squirmed. I could hardly breathe. My ribs were compressed, as was my waist. There was pressure inside me pushing both up and down.

"It's supposed to be tight, that's the idea. It's supposed to compress the waist, raise the bottom, flatten the stomach, lift the breasts and round the hips. Your Mistress wants you to look good, now stop moving."

Eventually it was completed. As my arms came down I felt faint. I had to take small quick breaths, the boned waist pressing in my ribs. I was so aware of my body. My breasts and red nipples were thrust up high by the pressure and by a small leather support under my breasts. My hips flared and my mound felt heavy and full. I wanted to wee with the pressure.

The redheaded Mistress suddenly appeared and came towards me with her blonde. She looked me over as I blushed, then pulled me towards her a little and slipped her hand between my thighs. A stranger! A Mistress! Her fingers opened me. What was happening to me? I felt so light headed. Her fingers worked me. The assistant was holding my arms behind me. My knees were opened for ease of entry into me. Something else against me. Something round. Pushing into me. Wiping against my open wet cunt. Then taken away.

The other assistant took something from the woman. The blonde was made to suck the woman's fingers. Sucked my juices! Then the assistant fastened something around the blonde girls mouth. It was like a ball with a hole in it, fastened inside her open mouth. With my juices on it! The blonde caught my eye for a second then looked down again. She could taste me! She was gagged and would taste me! As suddenly as they had appeared they left. 

The assistant pulled me on. "What a slut! What a disgustingly little bitch you are!"

"Yes Miss." I was so hot! "Please. Please. Make me come!" I whispered.

"No. Suffer! I might report you to your Mistress!"

She walked me over to an area at the side with comfortable chairs around a table. I was shown to Mistress who was sitting drinking coffee in a plush area. My corset shown to her with me inside it. It was accepted and I was led off again. The assistant didn't tell on me.

The assistant took off my corset. I gasped for breath. A wide belt was fastened around me. It felt almost as tight. My hands were taken behind me and fastened to the back of the belt. The assistant squeezed my nipples, arousing me again, then laughed at my need and stopped. Again I was shown to Mistress. She was sitting talking to the other Mistress! I was taken away again. The assistant collected stockings to go with the corset and belt and packed the items for Mistress.

Back with Mistress. Naked still, as was the blonde standing there with the ball gag still in her mouth. It made her look as if she was sucking cock I thought idly.

Suddenly I heard Mistress tell me to kneel, between the woman's legs. The woman had stood up. She wanted to make use of me! Mistress would watch!

I knelt in front of the Mistress. I crossed my arms behind me as I was told, pushing out my breasts towards her. She slowly unfastened her skirt. Stepped out of it. Threw it behind her. She wore green knickers. Standing with her feet on each side of my thighs, her crutch almost at my face. I could see neat pubic hair behind the thin material. I realised I had been holding my breath then I slowly let it out. She stood inches from my face without moving. It seemed like hours. My vision only green silk. I could smell her femininity. People were watching!