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Slave Sexual Conditioning

By: trmoil



The searing pain is the first thing I feel as I become aware of my surroundings. As I struggle to try to find the source of it and to make it stop I begin to realize that I am held down by straps on my ankles, wrists hips, neck, and head. I cannot move except to squirm in my bonds.

I try to look around, as I feel the pain ebb, but I realize that I must be blindfolded. I hear a soft, soothing woman's voice say "I'm sorry - we must have miscalculated your anesthesia." I try to respond, to plead for it to stop, but I feel my mouth filled with a cylindrical shape. I grunt, and the voice responds "I know, it must hurt terribly, but it's ok, I will give you more anesthetic before we start again. You were not supposed to wake yet."

I try again to speak, but with no more luck, and I feel a hand gently wipe my brow. "Shhh," says the woman's voice, "shhh, it will be over soon. You must be wondering what is happening to you. We need to map your pain pathways for the behavioral controller. You're being conditioned for your new life as a slave. Relax, do as you're told, and everything will be ok."

I'm shocked by her words as I start to become fully conscious through the drugged haze. "Slave?" I try to say, and she understands me because again she strokes my brow.

"Yes, what you can feel is your neural implant mapping your pain pathways. We're almost done, and when we have a full map your behavioral controller can be switched on. Don't worry - at that stage we can begin the fun part of your conditioning - we need to map your pleasure pathways as well."

I feel a prick in my arm, and my sensations fog again. I feel the pain begin to resume, but this time, while I can still feel it, it is strangely divorced from my body. I am aware that it hurts without really feeling the pain.

I must have lapsed into sleep because the next thing I am aware of is waking again. I can see this time, and I am lying on a soft white bed. My wrists and ankles are restrained, but I am not gagged, and my restraints are not tight. I try to sit up, but there is not enough play in the cuffs on my wrist and I fall back down onto the bed.

A young woman enters the room, and I notice that her thin shift barely conceals her breasts and shapely form. She smiles, and when she speaks I realize I recognize her voice from before.

"Good morning, I hope you feel rested after your ordeal?" She is slender, her blond curly hair tied loosely back off her neck.

"Where am I? Who are you? What are you doing to me?" I ask, frantically trying again to sit up and cover my naked body, which suddenly feels uncomfortably vulnerable.

"Shhhh," she says, "I'm Heidi - I'm here to help you." She approaches me, reaching out a hand to touch my forehead again.

I struggle to avoid her touch, and she smiles gently, pushing a button on the bed that I cannot see that has the effect of shortening the cables that tie my cuffs to unseen points, stretching out my arms and limiting my movements. "Relax," she says, "You have had a difficult ordeal, you must be confused and upset."

"Please tell me what is going on." I ask as she begins to gently stroke my chest with her hands.

"You're being conditioned - you're a slave of the Princess now. I know that must come as a shock to you, but the sooner you learn to relax and accept it, the happier you will be. I'm here to finish your conditioning. We're going to work together to make you the best slave you can be."

"NO!" I cry out - I'm not a slave - let me go - I'm not working with you on anything. Let me go!"

"Relax," she whispers, "you're going to be fine. You need to stop fighting and work with me. This is going to be fun - we're going to map your pleasure, frustration, and reward centers for your behavioral controller."

"What are you talking about? I'm not helping you in any way."

"Don't worry - we all have them. Your behavioral controller is a computer that has been surgically implanted in the base of your brain. It interfaces with your spinal cord to stimulate the nerves that lead to your brain. It means that we can make you feel whatever we want you to feel. In practical terms that means we have complete control over your behavior."

"That's a lie!" I cry - "You're not controlling me. Let me go!"

"Let me show you," she said, and walks over to a computer console in one corner that I had not noticed before, entering some commands and studying readings. "I'm going to release you, but you're just going to lie still for the moment - don't try to move - is that ok?"

I nod. I realize that if she releases me I can easily overpower her. She approaches me, pressing a hidden button near the bed and I feel the cuffs on my wrists and ankles fall away. I decide to take my chance, and push myself up, launching myself towards her, reaching for her neck, but before I manage to even reach a sitting position, I feel a searing pain throughout my body, as though every part of me is on fire, and being stabbed with a thousand needles. I drop back onto the bed, screaming, as the pain is gone, as suddenly as it began.

As I recover my breath I head myself ask in a shaky voice "w-w-w what was that?"

"I'm sorry," she says, "I wish that demonstration had not been necessary, but now you can see that your cuffs are not needed any more - your behavioral controller won't let you disobey or harm me. Are you ready to work with me now?" she asks?

I try to assess my options, and for a couple of minutes I just lay there trying to regain my strength and think of a plan, and then I notice something strange happening to me - I'm beginning to feel uncomfortable. Not pain, but a feeling of malaise, or discomfort.

She smiles at me gently and says "I know what you're feeling, but you can make it go away whenever you want - just tell me what you need to tell me."

"I. I - I don't want to be a slave." I manage to stammer out. She looks at me with a look that seems like pity, and sadness, as I feel a wave of nausea rush over me. I start to feel myself dry wrenching, as my stomach contracts in a painful spasm.

"Relax," she says again, "try to think about what you really want. The pain and discomfort will stop when you relax into your role and embrace what you need to do."

"Please," I stammer, "Please, I want it to stop - please stop it."

She nods and says "I know, I want it to stop too - you just need to tell me what I need to hear. Tell me that you're ready to work together on your conditioning."

"I-I'm ready," I manage to get out between wrenching cramps, and suddenly, the pain and nausea is gone.

"You see, that wasn't so hard, was it?" she smiles, and brushes my cheek with her hand.

"I-I don't understand, please, I want this to stop."

"I know," she says, "this is the hardest stage. It took me a long time to accept it too. The problem is that your mind has not really accepted the behavioral controller yet, so you're working against it, and that will cause you pain. Once you are conditioned, you will be able to accept the pleasure that it can give and cooperate with it. It's the most wonderful feeling in the world to be working in harmony with your controller."

"No," I say - "you don't understand - you have the wrong person, I'm not a slave, I just want you to let me go, I promise, I won't make trouble. Is it money you want? I can pay you? I'll do anything."

"It's ok," she soothes, "I know you'll do anything, you belong to the Princess now. Just try to relax, everything will make sense soon."

"What if I don't do what you want?" I ask. 

"You'll do what the Princess wants, that's not a question, the question is whether you need pain to help you do it, or if you will embrace pleasure. You need to decide what works best for you."

"I, I don't understand." I stammer.

"No, I know you don't, but it will all become clear to you in time. You've been through a lot the last few days. It took longer than usual to map your pain pathways, but now that that is done there is no way for you to resist any more. We have a direct link into your brain, and I can make you feel anything you need to make you obey. Over time your brain will seek to minimize pain, and you'll find yourself obeying instructions instinctively. You will no more be able to disobey than you can hold your hand in a fire. Your neural pathways are already realigning to resist discomfort and pain. Your reflexes will align to the Princess's will. Of course, that's the worst case for you - if you don't cooperate."

"What's the best case?" I ask, nervously.

"Well, pain is a clumsy motivator, and an ugly one. It is reliable, but it need to be applied constantly to ensure obedience. Much better is to condition a slave to willing service using pleasure, anticipation and frustration. Those pathways are much more subtle, but in the long term they are more reliable, longer lasting and much more enjoyable. Believe it or not the Princess wants the most happiness for her subjects."

"So you're going to remove my will, so that I want to obey like some kind of machine?"

"No, not at all, you will stay 'you', you will be able to make decisions, but, well, how to explain it? Do you think that the fact that you eat breakfast every morning because your body tells you it is hungry means you have no free will? You will crave service to the Princess just as you crave food, air, sex, you name it. How you respond to that craving will always be up to you. Free will is about how we respond to our surroundings, not about the surroundings. You are free, even though gravity holds you to the earth. You can choose to jump up, but you can't stop falling down."

"Who is this Princess?" I ask.

"Oh, don't worry about that right now, you may never even meet her, not many male slaves make the grade. Most are used for manual labor, gardening, cooks, maintenance, driving, portage - you know. Only the most skilled and best conditioned are used in the areas of the palace where they might meet the Princess."

"So I'm going to be a slave, working digging holes or something?"

"Don't worry about that - all you need to know is that the Princess will use you in the way that gives her the most pleasure. Actually, she will give you the most pleasure you can accept too. You will love your new role as much as you let yourself. I know you don't understand yet, I didn't either when I first arrived. I spent months trying to resist and subvert my behavioral controller until I finally fully accepted it. What you will find is that the act of resisting is paradoxical. On the one hand it can feel like you are holding out, beating the conditioning, but in fact what is happening is that the controller is mapping your resistance pathways, and once they are mapped it can associate them with discomfort. It will start to feel un-natural and wrong to resist. So really, it doesn't matter much in the long run whether you resist or not - the outcome will be the same, what will be different is how much pain or pleasure you give yourself in the process."

"Doesn't it bother you - to know that you didn't want this until you were conditioned to?"

"If I really thought about it I suppose it might, but really John, we need to get moving on your conditioning - everything will become clear once you let go and relax. I'm going to put your cuffs back on, just because I don't want you to touch yourself or me, I just want you to relax and accept pleasure, and you're going to want to use your hands. I don't want to use the controller because I don't want to cause you pain, OK?"

"No - please, don't cuff me again, I promise I will do what you ask."

"John, the first lesson is immediate obedience to any command - I'll ask you again - put your hands in the cuffs now - no arguments!" She smiles as she says it, but for a few seconds I try not to move my hands, but they suddenly feel very uncomfortable. I shift my body to try to make them more comfortable, and move them to a less cramped position. Before I even realize what I have done Heidi has snapped the cuffs on my wrists and I realize that I have been holding out my hands to her.

"Thank you!" She chirps cheerfully.

"What? What happened? I didn't mean to do that."

"I know John, but you found it uncomfortable not to obey me didn't you? Do you feel better now?"

"Yes, the cuffs feel very comfortable. I don't know why I didn't want them on. Wait, that's not what I think - I don't want to be cuffed - Heidi help me!" 

"John - it's ok to be confused - you're starting to cooperate with your controller, and that's good, but you're going to be a little conflicted still because parts of your brain are still trying to resist. Now, let's tighten up these cuffs and get going!" She presses a button out of my sight and the restraints tighten, pulling me back onto the soft bedding, and I find my arms outstretched at my side. "I'm going to cuff your ankles too John - please don't resist - I don't want to punish you." She smiles as she reaches down and clips my ankles into the soft cuffs - I don't resist - I'm too dumb-struck by the experience to do anything.

When they are tightened, she shrugs off her shift, and I see that she is completely naked. Her shapely body is toned and her breasts sit perkily on her chest. Her pubic hair is blonde, and, while it seems to be neatly trimmed, is bushy and full. I can't help but feel my penis swell at the sight, and I blush. She looks down at my proud penis, smiles coyly, and looks me in the eye - "Well John, it looks like you are starting to relax. Just enjoy yourself and don't think too much - try to obey quickly and without thinking too much."

I nod, and she approaches me, straddling my body and beginning to rub my chest with her hands. I am painfully aware of her pussy resting on my abdomen, as my cock rubs the back of her ass from time to time as she rubs me. "Oh," I groan, "that feels so good!"

"I know John, that's my job, to make you feel good."

"Thank you Heidi," I stammer. "Oh, John, don't misunderstand me - I'm not doing this for you, it's what the Princess wants. She wants you to feel as much pleasure as you possibly can." It suddenly comes rushing back to me what is happening, and I struggle momentarily as this beautiful woman begins to grind her pussy on my abdomen, gently stroking my cock with her ass cheeks, and rubbing my chest as she gazes into my eyes - I can feel the controller in the back of my neck, the gentle warmth of it as it tendrils seem to extend into my body.

"No!" I shout - "please! Stop I can feel what they are doing, I can feel the controller! It feels like it's going deep inside me every time you touch me - help me Heidi! Please! Stop!"

She smiles, and stops rubbing my chest, leaning slowly back and reaching behind her, her hands brushing gently against the inside of my thighs as she cups my tight scrotum in one hand and slowly envelops my engorged cock. The feeling shocks me it is so intense. Her soft hand begins to slowly pump my penis up and down, while her other hand grazes and brushes my inner thighs and testicles, and her body shifts slightly bringing her pussy closer to my face. I can see her arousal in her engorged vaginal lips, and her moistened clitoris standing to attention amid the folds of her vulva. I smell the gentle and musky scent of her juices, and I am lost in the sensual assault on my body. "What did you say, John?" she asks, huskily, as her body rocks gently back and forth, bringing her pussy closer to my face with every slow sway.

"P-p-please, Heidi, I-I-I can't help myself, I can't control my body - I-I"

"You what, John? Please, say it -" she asks, breathing heavily as she brings her pussy so close to my mouth that I could touch it if I let my tongue do what it yens to do.

"Please, Heidi, Please!" Her hand slows its beautiful ministrations on my cock, and her pussy quivers and seems to spread with even greater engorgement.

"Please what, John? What would you like?" 

"I-I can't Heidi - I can't let myself give in - I can feel the controller Heidi - it's penetrating every part of me - please, help me - Heidi help me!" Even as I hear myself say the words my hips buck upwards, seeking the smooth pleasure of her hands on my cock, and my mouth reaches forward at the same time as her pelvis urges towards my face, her swollen vulva engulfing my mouth as my tongue urgently probes her and tastes the sweet flavors of her wet cunt. She slowly resumes the stroking of my penis, although now her hand has slid further to the base of my shaft, and the sensation makes me grunt a plea for more into her grinding pussy.

She slows again, and I gasp for air as she pulls her pussy from my face, my panting furious now, and she cocks her head, asking with a coy smile "Was there something to you wanted to ask for, John?"

"Please Heidi, please, help me!" I beg, my mind now swimming with the pleasure and need, the last fight in me disappearing.

"I do need you to ask for it John. It's ok you know, just relax and let yourself go. Everything will be all right."

"Please let me cum Heidi - please, please, please let me cum - I so need it!" I break down, begging her to give me the release I need.

"John, I'm sorry, perhaps I didn't hear you right - I am only allowed to let you cum if you are making progress towards our goal - if you are wanting to be a slave of the Princess - is that what you want, John?"

"Heidi, please, I'll do anything, anything - please, please let me cum - I so need you!" I feel her hand grip my penis again and gently slide up its length, making my whole body shake with need.

"John, did you say you wanted to be the slave of the Princess?"

"Yes, yes, oh please yes, I want to be her slave - please, anything, please" I hear myself shout, as the final resistance evaporates from my mind. I feel an almost physically a wave break over me in my head as the tendrils of the controller rush into the last hold-outs of my brain, tapping the signals, mapping the paths, identifying the thoughts and sensations as it lays me bare to its cold relentless logic.

"Thank you John, thank you," she says, shifting her body again and, keeping one hand cupping my testicles, lowers her pussy until it the tip of my penis rests amongst the folds of her vulva, at the opening of her vagina. I feel the gentle resistance as she presses harder, and the exquisite sensation as the head of my penis is enveloped by her beautifully tight pussy. I've never felt anything like it as she lowers her torso onto mine and her breasts push urgently against my chest, her mouth kissing mine deeply and passionately.

I am aware of each contour and ridge in her vagina as she slowly and rhythmically begins to fuck me in earnest - milking my cock with her pussy as her hand gently teases my balls. She kisses me deeply, and rubs her tits against my chest as her other hand strokes me cheek.

"It's OK, John, you can cum now, she whispers in my ear, and I feel the damn of tension that has been building burst in spasming waves of intense pleasure as I cum inside her and she bucks harder in response, pushing her pubic mound into me and arching her back as she groans and grinds her clitoris into my groin.

As the need subsides we both relax, covered in a sheen of sweat and drained from the exertion. She rolls over, and releases my bonds as she lightly kisses my lips and runs her hands over my body. I am stunned by the incredible feelings, I try to gather my thoughts and to understand what happened to me. Heidi trips off the bed and over to the computer console and begins to type something while she looks at numbers and charts that I cannot read from here. The realization of what has just happened suddenly rushes over me, and I feel a combination of defeat, shame and disbelief.

"What - what happened?" I ask, "I don't understand any of this".

She looks over at me "You did well, John," she says - your readings are all within normal ranges, many of them in the top percentiles - I think you're going to do very well! Do you feel any different?" she asks, grinning at me.

Slave Sexual Conditioning Ch. 02



"Look," I say, starting to sit up, "I don't know what you did to me, but it stops now - I'm not your slave, and I want to leave, right now."

She smiles at me, and says "OK John, whatever you'd like." She stoops, puts on her shift, and busies herself at the console.

I prop myself on my arms, still feeling weak from the incredible orgasm, and gaze at her as she works. I notice the way her hips swing as she walks, and the light bounce of her breasts as she moves. After a few minutes of gazing at her I realize that I am day-dreaming, and shake my head to try to focus. I get up, and look around for something to cover my naked body with. The room is relatively featureless, just the large white bed and the cubby that houses the computer console. Some lines on the wall indicate cupboard doors, but otherwise there is just the outline of a door in the far wall.

Heidi turns to me, grins slyly, and says "Still here? You know you can leave any time you want to John," she says "but I should warn you that I don't think that's really what you want - I'm not sure you're ready for the Palace yet - at least not without me to show you around."

"You mean I can leave?"

"Well, you can, but I don't think you'd get very far, the Palace is a long way from civilization, and I think that there are creature comforts you will find it hard to be without. Also, not everyone in the Palace has been instructed to treat you the way I have John. It would be easy for you to get into trouble if you weren't careful."

"So what? I should wait around with you while you fuck with me until my brain withers away? I don't think so, I have to try to escape."

I head for the door, having been unable to find anything to wear, and open it as Heidi smiles at me and says "See you later then John - take care!"

Immediately I get outside the room into the broad white painted corridor I feel something strange, not exactly unpleasant, but feelings like shivers running through me every couple of minutes, and I notice that my still naked cock has become hard again. I think about how beautiful sex with Heidi was, and how incredible fucking her felt. My mind dwells on the amazing sensations of her vagina clamping down on my cock as I orgasmed inside her. I'm so absorbed by this that I don't notice that my hand has travelled down to my penis and I am absent-mindedly stroking my already aroused cock while I try to weigh which direction to head in.

My mind feels clouded, and I realize that several minutes of indecision must have passed when around one of the corners comes a tall dark haired woman wearing what looks like horse-riding gear - tall boots, tight trousers and a fitted leather jacket. Her long hair is tied back in a silky braid, and she is carrying what looks like a riding crop. She stops some 10 feet from me, obviously surprised to see me there, and stares.

"Well?" she says at last, "Aren't you going to kneel for me, slave?"

I am woken from my erotic wanderings, but I find my mind strangely fogged, and thinking seems hard, like wading through treacle.

"Erm, who are you?" I blurt out, immediately realizing that perhaps this was a bad idea. She raises her eyebrows disapprovingly, and reaches in a back pocket for a small device that looks like a remote control. She points it at me, presses one of the buttons, and my body explodes in agony, every nerve seeming to be on fire. I collapse to the floor, and after a few moments the pain ceases.

"On your knees, Slave, present yourself to me. NOW."

Through the renewed haze of my mind I realize I must kneel before her, but my body is having trouble coordinating my limbs. I manage to get onto all fours, but before I can get up she is in front of me, her riding crop under my chin, guiding my head upwards.

"Kneel, Slave, don't make me ask you again." I struggle into a kneeling position, her crop guiding my chin up. "Come on - back straight, arms behind your back, knees apart," I feel the sting of her crop on my chest and thighs as her orders are punctuated by the hand-whip. "Who trained you you worthless excuse for a cock-slave?"

I stare at her dumb-struck, humiliated by the kneeling before her with my head back as my cock stands to attention between my wide-apart knees. She brings her crop upwards as if to strike me again, saying "Well? Who? Come on - I haven't all day."

"Erm," I stumble "I don't know what you mean - Heidi started to condition me."

"Oh dear." She says, lowering the crop, "Those milkmaids are the worst. I know the Princess dotes on them, but if you ask me this is exactly the problem with their approach. Spare the rod, spoil the child. Well. Let's see about that, since you clearly have not been properly conditioned. Well, at least your behavioral conditioner is installed and working. Turn around, present your hands." She says briskly as she reaches for a paid of handcuffs that I somehow did not notice hanging from her belt.

"What? Please, I have to get back to Heidi - she - she's expecting me!" I stammer - beginning to realize that I may have stumbled into an even worse situation with this woman.

"Ha - don't try that nonsense with me Slave - if that milksop let you out then it was so that I could teach you the real meaning of obedience. Now!" she says - fingering the remote in her left hand as she holds out the cuffs - "I won't ask you again - turn around and present your hands."

The thought of more of that pain makes my head spin, so I shuffle around on my knees to present my back to her and push my hands backwards.

"Stand up, fool!" she said - "You expect me to bend to cuff you? You have a LOT to learn." I stand, backing slowly towards her to position my wrists, and feel a moment of desperation as the cuffs click tightly onto my wrists. I know that my powerlessness is probably no more than it had been a moment ago, but the feeling of not being able to use my hands brings home my utter helplessness.

"Now," she says, "follow me. Stay three paces behind me, don't say anything, and when I stop you kneel and present yourself. Head up, knees apart - do you understand me?" I nod dumbly, and suddenly feel the sting of crop on the side of my face. "'Yes Mistress' are the words you are looking for Slave."

"Yes - yes, Mistress!" I stammer, and begin to follow her as I hear her boots turn and she starts to walk quickly in the direction from which she came.

We come quickly to a door, which she opens, and I don't have time to drop to my knees before she motions me inside, closing the door behind me. The room is sparsely furnished, not unlike Heidi's, but it contains what looks like a cross between a saw horse and a set of stocks. She motions me over to this unusual piece of furniture, and I walk over to it, remembering to kneel facing her with my head held high.

"No, Slave," she says dismissively - "assume the position on the frame."

My heart sinks as I look at the horse more closely, cuffs, straps and other fittings abound on it. One particular feature I note is that it is made from two lightly padded beams, and as I struggle to lift my torso onto it, so that my face lies in what looks like the head rest from a massage table my hips rest on the end of the table with my legs off the end.

The woman who I only know as 'Mistress' calmly walks over to me, uncuffs my hands and guides each one into the stock-like restrains, forcefully, but not unkindly. While I have momentary thoughts of resistance, my mind seems to be working too slowly, and my body to be too afraid of punishment, to act on them. With my hands securely in the wooden restraints slightly lower than my head, she pulls something from beneath the horse, and while I cannot see what it is, I hear a clicking sound and then feel her guide and cuff my legs into stirrup like fittings. I find myself bound into a loose all-fours, with my head and torso unrestrained, but far from comfortable. Working quickly, the woman attaches more devices below me, and I notice wires trailing from below the horse to a computer console like Heidi's on one side of the room.

As she works my mind starts to drift incomprehensibly, and I realize that my cock is still hard, and that I am incredibly turned on. My thoughts are interrupted by her firm hand on my penis, as she confidently guides it into what feels incredibly like a vagina.

"Pull back." She orders, guiding my pelvis to the furthest position the restraints will permit, "Now push down." Again guiding me to thrust into the artificial pussy as she tightens it in place on a structure I cannot see from my bound position. The sensations are incredible as the device massages my rigid cock, the ribs of the artificial hole stroking me in a way that feels tantalizing and captures my entire attention. She pulls me back so my ass is positioned high in the air and the head of my cock rests at the entrance to the sweet opening. My mind goes blank as my head is filled only with the overpowering sensations of pleasure and need, all of me focussed on the incredible ministrations on my cock.

"There," she says, bringing me back to my senses, "now hold still while I place the probes." I feel a cold pressure on the outside of my anus, and instinctively my sphincter tenses and tightens. I move forward to avoid the pressure, thrusting into the vagina mounted on the saw horse. The pleasure is immediate and intense, but once my penis is buried to the hilt in the vagina her response is equally fast - I feel her plunge what feels like it must be a cylindrical shape into my ass. This time I have nowhere to go to escape, and though I buck my hips forward, the dildo enters me with a stabbing pain that gradually dulls into an aching fullness. My muscles clamp down but the more my anus tries to expel the intruder the tighter it seems to be seated inside me.

"Obedience would have spared you that pain, moron." She says. "Now, do as you are told first time and we will get along just fine. Open your mouth wide."

I obey quickly, and she pushes something that looks like a large rubber penis with metal strips down each side into my mouth. She ties it with a strap to the back of my head, and attaches wires to the base which run to what I assume is a control panel that is out of my sight. As I try to adjust to the sensations of the objects in my mouth and ass, shaking my head slowly as I get used to the feel of the cock deep in my throat, I notice that my penis is still sending urgent messages to my brain that it aches to thrust again into the vagina.

"Slave." She says, and I realize that she is standing in front of me with a slight smirk on her face, observing me bound on all fours, humiliated, and helpless on the horse.

"Slave. Here is how our little game works. As you can tell, you are bound, and your motion is highly restricted. You can suck on the cock in your mouth, and you can thrust your own cock back and forth in the simu-skin vagina. It is positioned so that you can pound energetically without worry of slipping out, but you will have to lift your torso to do it. I'm sure you will find the sensations pleasing, and the dildo in your anus will certainly give your prostate some exercise as you do. The only catch for you is that the vagina attached to your penis has a moisture sensor in it, and if it is triggered, for example, by you cumming, the electrodes in your mouth and ass will give you the most horrendous shock you have ever experienced. I want to leave the details of it to your imagination, but suffice to say that from your record in the computer we have a VERY thorough understanding of your pain responses. I must say that your body responds in the most exquisite way to pain. Very sensitive. So, Slave, you might want to think about whether cumming is worth the price for you."

"Oh, in addition, to keep it interesting for you, the anal dildo detects whether it is higher or lower than the oral dildo - that is to say that it knows whether you have thrusted in or pulled out. If it doesn't detect a change in position every thirty seconds you will get a notification, though increasingly severe shocks, until it does change. That means you will have to accept the shocks like a man, or thrust in and out at least once every minute - just make sure not to get carried away and let yourself cum. Oh, and I recommend you suck vigorously on the cock in your mouth whenever you hear this tone." She reaches out of my line of site and a musical chime sounds, followed a couple of seconds later by a searing light and pain in my mouth.

"Aaargh!" I scream, the penis gagging me as I reel from the brief shock.

"Yes, obedience would have saved you that pain." She says "As I told you, I encourage you to suck vigorously on the penis whenever you hear that tone. Oh, and there will be no warning on the thirty second shocks, so do keep count. I don't usually explain the reasons for things to my slaves, but I want you to understand what is happening to you this time Slave. We are monitoring the way in which your body responds to combinations of pain, pleasure, frustration and arousal. The cock thrusting will be quite pleasurable to you, and should result in a high level of arousal, especially with the dildo in your ass and the drugs and other stimulation you've been receiving, but the humiliation of the cock sucking and pain from shocking will provide some powerful counter-stimulation. The results will be informative, and useful in crafting more refined behavioral programs for you. Of course, it's also entertaining. For me, at least. So - you may begin." As she says that, she removes her hand from my butt, and gives it a gentle but surprising slap.

Her comments about drugs and stimulants suddenly make sense to me - I realize I have been feeling unusually horny and confused since I came to, but for a moment I panic, not knowing what to do, and struggling to remember what she instructed me to do. I remember the sensors in the anal dildo, and realize that my ass is as high as I can push it, the head of my penis resting gently on the outside of the vagina.

Moving as slowly as I can, in an attempt to control the amount of stimulation the tight, ribbed canal gives my cock as I push inside it, I lower my ass, bringing my head and chest down and forward to lie flat on the horse, my bound hands level with my abdomen, my cock thrust deep inside the artificial vagina, now below the level of my mouth. I gasp at the overwhelming sensations, momentarily forgetting the rubber cock in my mouth before I remember to breath around it through the sides of my mouth. I can feel my penis beginning to lubricate itself with pre-cum already, and the fullness in my ass that at first felt uncomfortable is now contributing to my arousal as the movement causes the dildo to rub exquisitely against my engorged prostate gland.

I rest for a moment, my breathing already ragged, and try to consider my options. I know as my body rests on the frame, my cock sunk deep into the artificial pussy, my body bound helplessly in an un-winnable predicament, that I cannot last for many more thrusts before I cum. Despite my horror and fear my body is already responding to the torment in ways that are betraying my desire to resist. I glance upward, the cock feeling heavy and awkward in my mouth, and see the woman who I know only as 'Mistress' standing watching me with a mild smirk on her face. I see in the eyes the look of someone who knows they are in total control of the situation, and a deep despair fills my heart, even as a panic grips me - how long has it been since I thrusted? It must almost be 30 seconds?

I lift my torso, bringing my butt up into the air, and as my pelvis lifts the vagina starts to pull slightly with a gentle suction, exquisitely rubbing the shaft and head of my cock as I feel every ridge and bump. I feel the restraints tighten as my body reaches the limits of its motion, my butt high as I kneel on all fours. I try to count thirty seconds, and get as far as fifteen when I hear the bell ring.

Immediately I begin to suck energetically on the cock plug in my mouth, horrified to feel it begin to stiffen and grow slightly in my mouth. The sensation causes me to panic a little, as I am suddenly unable to breath through the sides of my mouth. Glancing upward at my Mistress I notice her laugh slightly when she sees the look of terror in my wide eyes before I begin to breath through my nose.

Then wondering how many seconds must have gone by I thrust downward into the vagina, trying to keep my sucking rhythm going as the delicious sensations from my cock cause me to draw back, and thrust again, before I recognize the sensations of being movements away from cumming, and pause in the upward position, trying desperately to control my body. I know I cannot hold out much longer, and wonder how long I have to keep sucking the cock to avoid a shock?

I decide impulsively that the only way to delay tipping myself into the inevitable orgasm is to rest from my thrusting, rationalizing that the reminder shocks cannot be as bad as the punishment for orgasming. I thrust deep, trying desperately to control the arousal I feel, and rest there, tensing my body in anticipation of the pain to come. I pause my sucking of the cock in my mouth, my eyes drifting once again to the Mistress who is the cause of my dilemma.

"Please! Help me!" I try to beg, but all that comes out is a grunted "Pwwws! Pwwws - hul mu!" She smiles, not cruelly, and walks over to bend down beside me. I cannot help notice, despite the terrible situation that I am in, that her jacket frames her milky white cleavage beautifully.

She brushes my hair from my forehead gently, and whispers "Get ready." into my ear.

Suddenly my body convulses, as I feel the muscles in my ass contract violently around the dildo, my abdomen spasming, and my teeth biting convulsively on the dildo. The shock is brief, but violent, and I am left breathless and dizzy. She brushes my forehead again, and whispers "There, there." I realize that I have let more than 30 seconds pass between thrusts, and wonder how many more of those shocks I can take.

I look into her eyes, inches from mine, pleading with my eyes and with every muscle in my face for her to have mercy on me. She smiles at me, strokes my forehead one last time, and then places her hand gently on my neck. She runs her fingers down my spine, pausing at the top of my butt, and gently tugging on the dildo, bringing my pelvis involuntarily upward with her gentle urging. The contrasting sensation of blissful massage of my cock by the soft, warm firmness of the vagina soothes the last memories of pain from my body and I am lost in the feelings of pleasure and need.

I hear the bell ring again and without a thought I begin to suck energetically on the cock, her hand resting lightly on my butt just above the dildo in my butt that is feeling even fuller than before. My thoughts are racing now, far ahead of the remains of my rational mind, and I notice awareness of the pleasant sensation of fullness in my ass, and how natural it feels, then how good it feels to suck on the cock in my mouth, and how wonderful the light pressure of my Mistress's hand on my ass feels. I realize on some level that I am loosing the ability to think at all, surrendering to a stream of sensations, and then this thought too is pushed out as her hand slowly traverses my buttock, and lightly grasps my testicles. The sensation is incredible, and I loose all ability to control my body, beginning to buck wildly with my hips, my body sweating with exertion, the need for orgasm and release filling my mind to the exclusion of all else.

When it comes, my orgasm fills my entire existence. I push with all my might against my bonds, my cock thrust deep in to the artificial pussy, my neck and back arched in ecstasy, my Mistress's hand lightly cupping my balls as I pump again and again, oblivious to any consequences. I finally come to rest, my eyes closed, exhausted and defeated on the saw horse. She slowly walks around to face me, lowers herself to my level, and using her crop to bring my face up to meet hers, whispers "That. Was. Very. Very. Naughty. You will pay for that disobedience."



Slave Sexual Conditioning Ch. 03



"Stand and present yourself Slave, legs apart, arms behind your back." Mistress barks the order, and I rush to comply. "Slave. You're going to help me to train some of the new intake. The experience will also help solidify some of your own training. I don't want to use your controller too much this morning, I want you to voluntarily engage in the training. Because of that I'm going to cage you so you don't get carried away. Stand still while I attach your cuff."

I stand tense and nervous as she produces a stainless steel cage, shaped approximately like a large hollow penis, and slightly curved. She approaches me, and grasping my cock in her hands attaches a split ring around the base behind my testicles, then slides the cage over my penis, securing it to the ring, and with a 'click' locks the device shut. Looking down I notice that my balls still hang free, but are trapped between the cage and the ring, the cage encasing my flaccid penis tightly. A sudden feeling of helplessness washes over me as I realize that I will not be able to touch my penis with the cage in place. Rationally I know that this physical cage is far less restrictive than the virtual restraints offered by my behavoral controller, but the feeling of being physically constrained is far more immediate and invasive.

Mistress notices the unconscious reaction, and gently cups my balls with her open hand. The sensation is incredible, and my penis immediately begins to become engorged, rapidly filling the small stainless steel prison. The sense of being aroused but not being able to become fully erect because of the cage is incredibly focussing - the sensations of need and denial dominating my awareness. The feeling of being controlled by this woman is so powerful that I begin to panic, breathing more rapidly as my penis strains uncomfortably against its constraint.

"Let's give you something to calm and focus you." Mistress says, walking around to my rear and placing her hand on one of my buttocks. I feel something cold press between my ass cheeks, and feel a well lubricated dildo slide gently into my anus as Mistress guides it into place. My muscles instinctively clench at the invasion, but the tension seems only to pull the item further in. As it comes to a rest I feel a small hook beginning to press on my perineum, preventing it from disappearing into me. "There." Mistress coos. "That should help you focus, it should sit just above your prostate, and massage you gently as you move. The sensation is usually very calming, and should help you stay focussed on your reward. I want you to know that if you do well today we can get this cage off you and get you some well-earned pleasure. If not I think we'll leave it in place for a while. Do you understand?"

I nod, feeling the gentle pressure of the massager on my prostate, and the soft tingling feelings as it shifts slightly with every tiny movement of my body. It's a very different feeling to the immediate arousal of genital stimulation, but the subtle sensations are impossible for me to ignore, reminding me with every tiny motion of my arousal and need, an my dependence on Mistress for my release and reward.

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The door opens and two naked young women are propelled reluctantly through it by a third woman wearing a white shift and carrying something that resembles a cattle prod. The two new slaves stagger into the room, one collapsing into a fetal position and beginning to sob uncontrollably, the other hugging herself with her arms and crossing her legs to try to preserve some modesty while she looks around frantically to try to get her bearings. She looks horrified as she notices the two chairs, elaborate constructions that recollect the idea of gynecologist's chairs, and starts to back away from them with a shuffling step.

"Welcome slaves." Mistress says. "This slave is going to help you get comfortable in the restraining chairs - now hop up and place your arms and legs into the restraints." She glances at me, and nods in their direction. I am horrified at the idea that I will be forced to participate in the debasing of these women, but after a moments hesitation I decide that the kindest thing to do is to help them avoid the pain I know will be the result of disobedience.

Mistress dismisses the guard with a nod as I approach the naked woman who is standing, shivering, as she clutches her arms to her breasts and crotch. She shakes her head with fear and panic as I approach her, her curly blonde hair tossed from side to side as she backs away towards one of the chairs. She jumps in shock and surprise as she backs into the chair, and I put my arm on her shoulder to reassure her. She begins to whimper, shaking her head, and I try to soothe her with a few kind words. I gesture to her to step up into the chair, and while she shakes her head vigorously and murmurs "No - Please, no", she seems stunned with fear, but does not resist as I guide her hips to the seat and gently lift her legs into the stirrups.

I take one of her wrists, and her arm goes limp as I do, letting me guide it to the restraint that is level with her neck. I place her left arm in the contoured holder, cinching the wide velcro wrist strap tight. As I do, I notice that the restraint is set slightly back relative to the rest of the chair, forcing her torso forward and making her breasts stand more tightly proud and firm. As I take her right wrist and lock it in place I feel her body relax slightly, as if the acceptance of the restraints has allowed her to give up her struggles for a moment. She looks into my eyes, and I see the terror and confusion that I know so well in her pleading look. I whisper to her to relax and obey, and she nods, her body seeming to shudder with a desperate acceptance. I move down her body, noticing that her neat dark nipples stand out in stark contrast to the milky white skin of her modest, firm breasts.

She quivers at my touch on her flat belly as I stretch the strap across her hips and cinch it tight, securing her waist to the chair, then move down her body. I notice the enticing 'v' of her trim thighs and the almost hairless cleft of her neat vulva. I position her thighs in the restraints, attaching the straps at the knees as I pull them up and back, separating and lifting them into the stirrups, the movement exposing her vulva and gently tugging at her closed labia. She shakes her head as I do this, pleading with me to help her, but I put my finger to my lips, and she quiets down, letting me manipulate her feet into the holders. I cinch the last strap, and take a second to take in the beautiful sight of her restrained body, helpless and fully on display in the restraining chair.

For some reason the thought pops into my head that there is nothing more beautiful than a slave cuffed and ready for training. I notice my cock straining in its cage, and the insistent feelings of arousal from the prostate massager. Shaking myself from that train of thought, I turn back to face Mistress, who nods in approval at my work, then glances at the woman on the floor, and I take it that I am to encourage her to take her place on the other chair.

I kneel down and gently stroke the slave's dark hair to try to comfort her as she crouches, sobbing, on the floor. As I do I can't help but notice that the bent position she is in emphasizes the Rubenesque curves of her buttocks and thighs. She starts at my touch, and shrinks back into her crouch. I try to calm her with some reassuring words, and she slowly sits up on her knees, sobbing and cowering away from me as she does. As she rests on her calves I take in her body, which is a shade darker than that other girl, and, while not fat, is definitely plump. Her breasts hang full and pendulous, with large dark areolae and generous erect nipples that stand to attention on their ample mounds.

"Slave." Mistress calls out to the girl. "I think you've already felt the touch of the probe. Get up on the chair now, or you'll feel it again. Don't think I won't motivate you if you don't give immediate obedience."

The girl seems to visibly shrink in fear at the threat, and I hold out my hand to help her up. She takes it, shaking, and stumbles to her feet. I guide her to the second chair, and she reluctantly takes her place, her plump buttocks comfortably filling the molded contour of the seat. I move her gently back into the chair, her body reclining, and take her left wrist in my hand. She resists at first, then allows me to place her hand in the restraint, cinching the wrist strap secure. I whisper to her that I need her other hand, and she places it hesitantly in the guide while I pull the restraint tight.

Reclining now the in the chair, her breasts rest on top of her chest. The generous mounds of soft enticing flesh that frame her still-erect nipples are simultaneously pulled taught and pushed forward by the restraints. She looks at me, following my hungry gaze down to her chest, and then looks back up at me in renewed fear, she begins to struggle in her bonds, shaking her unrestrained lower body and kicking her legs while her tightly held wrists limit her movement. I notice with shame that I am aroused by the sight of her breasts as they bounce uncontrolled with the energy of her struggle.

"No, please no!" She begs as I loop the waist strap loosely over her still bucking hips, cinching gradually tighter as the restraint slowly and inevitably reduces her range of movement until at last her hips are held tight against the back of the chair. For the first time I examine the large mass of un-trimmed hair that covers her sex, extends a little up her rounded tummy towards her belly button, and slightly down the insides of her shapely thighs. My eyes follow the faint traces of a small number of stretch marks on her hips and upper legs, adding texture to her otherwise smooth skin.

Seeing my gaze she moves her legs together instinctively, but I gently take her feet, moving the stirrups into place so that I can secure the foot straps even though her legs are still tightly closed. It is too late for her to struggle by the time she realizes that with her feet in the stirrups I can separate her legs using the chair's gears, and that she has no more options left for resistance. Her legs are forced apart as I secure the last straps near her knees, and as the stirrups reach their maximum extension they frame her sex between the embrace of her thighs. Both her inner and outer pussy lips are large and plump, and are now clearly visible as they protrude amid her thick and dark genital hair, the tension of the leg restraints serving to open them like a delicate flower. As I step back she closes her eyes and resumes her quiet sobbing.

Mistress nods to me in acknowledgement, and I wonder briefly whether the swell of pride and pleasure at her subtle praise is part of my programming or an authentic response. I want to feel sickened at my role in the debasement of these girls, but instead I am embarrassed by the half-erection of my caged penis that I feel as I stand and face the two slaves secured in their chairs.

"Well." Begins Mistress. "That was quite the performance. It's my job to break you two in, and you're lucky that you're not both about to receive the shock-probe for that pathetic display of disobedience, but, since it's your first day and your controllers have not been properly configured yet I'll be lenient and let one of you will escape punishment this time. You can decide which one of you it is." Both of the women seem to become visibly more alert and agitated, and I notice they are both now paying close attention to the woman.

"Now, Slave Sophie." Says Mistress, approaching the first girl, "Do you think it will be you who will get a reward instead of punishment? It's entirely your choice. You get to decide today whether you are rewarded with pleasure or punished with pain - which one do you think you will choose Slave?"

"I-I'm not a slave - this is a mistake - you've got the wrong person - please, please let me go I can't bear any more - I'll do anything, please, please let me go!" Stammers the girl, desperation in her eyes as she begs Mistress not to hurt her.

"Well well." says Mistress slapping Sophie's face in a way which causes her to gasp and stop talking immediately in shock. "Please pay attention. Pleasure is the reward for obedience, pain for disobedience. Did I instruct you to beg and bargain with me? No don't answer that - I did not. You will respond to questions that are asked of you only."

Moving over to the other girl, who has begun to whimper in terror Mistress takes one of the woman's erect nipples between her fingers and gives it a cruel tweak. The girl squeals in pain, and Mistress says "So, Slave Zoe, which is it to be for you - obedience or pain?"

"Please, Mistress, Please, I'll do anything, please don't hurt me, please!" The larger girl begs.

"Very good. All-right - you first." Mistress says, returning to the thinner of the girls, and reaching under the chair for a metallic cylinder about 6 inches long with wires connected to its base and to the console on the chair. The girl reels at the prospect of the device and immediately begins to speak.

"No, please, no. I beg you." She stammers. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was confused - I-I didn't understand how to be obedient, but I will try, I beg you, please give me another chance." 

Mistress raises an eyebrow, and continues with her work. "These are versatile devices, and the connections are the same for plain and pleasure, only the settings are different. I think we'll wire you both up and then decide which switches to throw, no?"

Both girls tense at the suggestion, and it looks like they might protest, but both seem to realize that this will only lead to more punishment. "Slave - take the cylinder from under Zoe's chair and wire her in - if you can't work it out watch what I am doing." I walk over to the girl, who looks at me and begins to beg and plead in a low whisper that I hope, for her sake is out of the hearing range of Mistress.

"Relax." I whisper to her, this won't hurt. I reach under the chair into the plastic bin that houses the components of the probe, watching Mistress while she lays the parts out and begins to assemble the device, which consists of two cylindrical probes and a number of electrode patches, all with wires that connect back to the chair control panel.

"OK." Mistress says to Sophie. "Think happy thoughts while I place the first probe in your vagina - it's lubricated, but you'll do better if you can relax and accept it." Sophie flinches and closes her eyes as Mistress gently parts the girl's outer lips with her fingers and slides the device into her reluctant hole. The slave is held so tightly by her chair that it's impossible to tell if the tensing of her body is an attempt to resist, but the probe in buried inside her in one practiced movement.

I take my probe in my hand, making eye contact with the panicking girl in front of me, and place my other hand between her legs. She flinches as my fingers explore her vulva, seeking the opening of her sex and parting her intimate lips to slide the cylinder inside. I am surprised by how lubricated her pussy seems to be, and gaze admiringly for a moment at the way in which the cylinder seems to fill her, forcing the folds of her labia to appear even more engorged and exposed. She looks shocked by the sudden penetration, and I follow Mistress's lead in connecting the device to a long cable that emerges from the chair.

"OK. The first stage is done. Now girls, bear down on it for me would you, as if you're trying to expel the device - it should conform to your shape and sit tight in the vagina." I hear a sharp 'beep' from the chair where Zoe has, apparently, complied, her face contorted in effort and humiliation.

"Well?" Says Mistress, looking at Sophie, "I asked you to bear down."

The girl looks defeated, but says "Please, I just can't. I really can't. I feel so - so violated. I can't participate in it - I can't follow orders to help you rape me with this machine, please, please stop it. I can't stand to be broken like this, to give in after so little resistance. I don't know how I let you tie me to this chair, but I won't be a part of my own rape. I can't."

"Well, I admire your honesty. Let's wire you up and see how you feel about it then." Mistress says, reaching under the chair for a hand-full of skin electrodes and attaching them to the girl's nipples, belly, inner thighs and the sides of her breasts as Sophie whimpers desperately. I follow suite, attaching skin electrodes to the larger girl as she watches me with horror.

"Last one." says Mistress, pulling out a shorter cylinder and positioning it at the rosebud of Sophie's anus. "Now slave, you can bear down or not, it's up to you, but it will be more comfortable if you do." With that she slides the slippery metal cylinder into the girl's hole, eliciting a gasp of surprise and pain. Connecting the cable she turns to the other woman and says "Now, you're going to ask for yours to be inserted."

"I'm s-sorry?" the terrified woman responds.

"I want you to ask for the anal probe to be inserted. You need to start to take charge of your training if you're going to earn your pleasure. Either that or we can put you on a punishment schedule too. Now come on - ask for it." Realizing her predicament, and already apparently accepting her defeat and humiliation, she stammers -

"P-please, put it in"

"You can do better than that, slave. Beg this slave to fill your ass with that beautiful pleasure toy so that you can enjoy your reward while your sister slave is being punished." I can see the inner conflict she is feeling, but also the knowledge that she does not have the strength to endure punishment.

"P-please. Please, I - I beg you. Put it in my ass so that I can be... So that I can be rewarded. Please." She manages, between sobs.

"Good enough for now." Mutters Mistress, nodding to me to insert the anal probe. I place my hand on her buttocks to steady myself, and slowly guide the probe into the rosebud of her anus, watching as her terrified face turns to a grimace of pain. She whimpers pathetically as the probe is seated all the way in and I connect the cables.

"Now, ladies." Begins Mistress, "You will have noticed that many of the most sensitive parts of your body are now wired into the restraint chairs' computers. What you may not fully understand yet is the potential of this arrangement to deliver a symphony of the most exquisite pleasure or the most crippling pain. The connections are two-way electrical devices that monitor your body's responses and deliver stimulation to your nerve clusters. The lesson that you are learning today is that you can choose whether to experience pleasure or pain by your obedience or disobedience. 

Mistress turns to Sophie. Let's start you off with a little warm-up shall we? Now - my inclination is always to start straight away with the pussy - it's so receptive - but I'm open to suggestions if you have any?"

Sophie shakes her head in fear "Please, no - please not my pussy - please - no!"

"Well then, let's start at the top and work down. Please let me know if you feel the need to urinate at any point. We'll start out gentle and work up to it using a downward cascade pattern. Feel free to let us know how it makes you feel, and let me know if you change your mind at any point. One thing that you will find as the computer starts to get a feel for your neutral patterns is that it will be able to begin to block your inhibitory impulses. You may find yourself unable to resist vocalizing about what you're feeling. Feel free to do that, and if you would like to beg me to let you reconsider your choice let me know."

Mistress pulls a keyboard out from below the console on the chair, and begins to type, a look a apprehension and dread settling on Sophie's face as she closes her eyes and waits for the inevitable punishment. Suddenly a light grimace flickers over her face, hardly detectable except for the slight flinching of her torso and the sudden clenching of her fists.




Slave Sexual Conditioning Ch. 03



"Don't worry Sweetie." Mistress says kindly. "We'll get you warmed up in no time, I just want to set the bottom bounds for your sensitivity scale so that we can get the full range of response out of you." Sophie flinches again, this time more visibly, and a slight whimper escapes from her mouth. I notice the muscles under the electrodes on her belly tense suddenly as her body jerks a little in her restraints. Her eyes suddenly wide open she glances at me in desperation, as if to beg me to help her. "So Slave - we'll start you off with paired lateral electrodes, nipples first, then breast sides, then belly, thighs, ass then pussy. We'll begin with a low setting, and bring you up slowly. Here we go..." She slides a control on the panel, and suddenly Sophie yelps in pain, her upper body jerking wildly in the tight restraints. Before she can recompose herself the same thing happens, followed rapidly by convulsions in her belly, then a deep guttural shout of pain as current flows through her butt. A moment later her whole body tenses, and a different, more desperate and uncontrolled sound escapes from her as the electrode in her pussy is activated.

"There, slave, I expect that feels much more dignified that participating in your own rape, doesn't it? Please feel free to let me know how you're feeling."

If Sophie hears this she does not respond, her eyes are closed again and she is breathing deeply and sobbing quietly when the next round of shocks cycle through her body, this time apparently a little more intense, as her thrashing is greater, and the volume of her ragged cries is higher. Mistress gently strokes Sophie's now sweat-drenched forehead for a moment before turning her back on the girl as the third cycle begins to wrack the slave's body with agony.

"Now Zoe. Did you want to beg this slave to give you your reward, or did you want to try some of the punishment your sister-slave is experiencing?"

The larger girl, lying back in her chair, has been staring intensely, and apprehensively, at Sophie's ordeal, and begins to babble "I-I'm so sorry Sophie - I-I wish I could be as strong as you but my body just couldn't bare the pain of those sticks. I can't face the idea of more pain, I just can't I'm so, so sorry Sophie - please forgive me, please." She looks pleadingly at Sophie, who is now drenched in sweat as her fourth round of increasingly severe ravaging comes to an undignified end, her body wracked with pain and her shouts almost constant while the current plays over her body. Panting severely in the few moments she has to recover between rounds she looks over at the larger girl with a look of disgust and anger, but is obviously trying to conceal the contempt in her voice as she pants "Zoe. Do whatever you need to do. I don't blame you. I-I don't think I can bear this much longer either."

I look at Zoe's round face, her dark brown eyes wet with tears as she looks at me and says, haltingly and with a shame-filled voice "P-please, please, give me my reward for obedience."

The sounds of Sophie's torment begin again, this time her shouts have turned to uncontrolled screams, interspersed with incoherent pleas for the pain to stop as she thrashes desperately. 

"So." Mistress begins, waiting for Sophie's punishment cycle to end, then throwing a switch which I presume pauses the electrical torment. "Does everybody have everything they want? You, slave," she says eyeing Sophie's tormented body "have the dignity of not participating in your own rape, and you Zoe, are about to understand how generously obedience can be rewarded. So - focus, and make sure you're paying attention to what your body needs to really enjoy your reward. Don't be distracted by the sounds of your sister slave being punished, her torment will finish as soon as you cum, but take your time, your sister-slave deserves to fully appreciate her experience - I'm sure she would not thank you for cutting it short. I've set up with up with a similar cascading program, and feel free to ask this slave if you need more stimulation. I think you'll find as you progress that the computer is able to pretty effectively block your inhibition impulses, so just relax and enjoy."

"Zoe - please help me!" Sophie calls out - "I can't take this - it's so awful - please - please cum quickly, I need it to stop I so need it to stop, please!" Mistress moves to Zoe's console, and begins to manipulate the controls, then to slowly slacken some of the bonds on Zoe's body, allowing her a little movement in her restraints.

I gaze at the young girl's full, plump body as the first light stimulation begins on her breasts and nipples. Her eyes close and her head tips back as she begins to try to stretch her body out in her restraints. I watch her nipples engorge and grow as they stand large and proud of her dimpled and dark areolae. She quivers again in response to the ministrations of the electrodes, so different in effect from the same device acting on Sophie, who is also watching in desperation, knowing that her torture is about to resume.

Zoe squirms again, arching her back as she struggles with the sensations the machine is inducing in her body and tries to calm her body's panic to help her relax into them. I notice the muscles in her belly tense, and her breathing starts to become more shallow and ragged even during this first sequence of stimulation.

Sophie stares in horror at the slow languid movements of Zoe's frame, her soft round belly seeming to ripple before her back arches and her whole frame tenses as the machine begins to stimulate her vagina. I see Zoe tense her legs, her thick thighs pulling back to try to separate her thighs even further than the legs of the chair already do. Her dark pubic mound is already wet with perspiration and vaginal secretions, and pulled wide by the stirrups while her lips are separated lewdly by the the steel dildo. The sight causes my caged cock to stiffen in its prison, and the prostate stimulator sends a faint buzz of stimulation, worsening the sensations of futile erection in my penis.

Sophie is suddenly brought back to her own predicament by the resumption of her stimulation. She cries out in pain and her body bucks in the restraints as her breasts receive the current from their pads, then her belly, and finally her most intimate areas. She is left panting at the end of the cycle, too exhausted even to cry out as Zoe begins to moan in pleasure at the stimulation on her breasts again. "Please, Zoe, please hurry!" Begins Sophie. "I can't bear it - it's so terrible Sophie - it's like each time is specifically designed for me, like it's learning from me to give me the worst feelings I can imagine! Please, Zoe, please help me!"

Zoe is unable to respond as another wave of stimulation hits her at that moment, and she calls out with a loud moan of pleasure, her body arching tightly in response to the sequence. I watch her squirm as the machine works on her belly, and then finally cry out in shock and abandon as the vaginal probe does its work. She lies back, shaking as she tries to recover from the sensations, a look of joy and rapture on her face.

Sophie's continued cries for help bring Zoe back from her intoxicated state of arousal, and she looks guiltily at the tormented girl. "I'm sorry Sophie - I - I tried to stay in control, to bring myself to orgasm quickly for you, but, but it's not like that. It's different - I can't explain, but its not something I am in control of. I couldn't help the feelings - my nipples feel so sensitive, like I am a hundred times more aware of every nerve in them, then these huge waves of warm pleasure just kept washing around inside my body - it really feels like it is inside me, not like I'm being touched outside. Then I started to feel it in my belly, a feeling like I'd just had the most wonderful meal, or the most beautiful massage, I felt so full of the most wonderful feelings, so content and warm and satisfied, and when that feeling started to slosh around my body again and this time it went all the way to my pussy, except it wasn't just my pussy, it was my whole body, like my whole body started to feel the way my pussy was feeling, wet and soft and giving and feeling the most wonderful sensations of warmth and pleasure, so needing to be filled." She stops, looking at Sophie, her face expressing her surprise at her own outpouring and her guilt and shame at the pleasure she has indulged in at the expense of the other girl. "I - I don't want it to finish Sophie - I'm sorry, I don't think I can try to bring it to an end!"

"You selfish cunt!" Shouts Sophie, finally loosing her restraint and understanding as she is cut off by the beginnings of another round of pain, rendering her incapable of speech. Simultaneously Zoe gasps in a sharp intake of breath, then lets out a soft "Oh!" as her breasts tighten and engorge even further, her body looking fitter and sexier for the sheen of perspiration covering her slowly undulating form. "Oh!" She cries out again, then "Oh God! Please! Yes!" As the stimulation cycle ends she starts to call out "Please - please don't stop it - please let me have more - please - please!" 

Mistress throws a switch again, again pausing both of their stimulations, and I notice a bizarre symmetry in their reactions - both lie back, panting and squirming with the intensity of the feelings in their bodies, both of them covered in a sheen of sweat, both grotesquely filled with the steel dildos. "Now." She says, addressing Zoe. "I am going to offer you a choice. You can end this now, and your stimulation and Sophie's will be over. Her punishment will be done and we can get on with both your training, or we can continue until you orgasm, which could be some time yet if these readings are correct." I see Sophie relax - a look of joy and relief on her face as she realizes that her ordeal is over, then watch her expression change as she realizes that Zoe is not answering immediately. The larger girl is still panting heavily, and looks over at Sophie, then drops breaks eye contact as she says "Mistress - please, I need you to finish giving me my reward." The guilt and shame in her voice is evident, and Sophie cannot help but shout out in anger.

"You little cunt! Please! Don't do this to me! Please I can't bear it! Please I wouldn't ever do this to you!"

"I'm sorry Sophie - I really am, but you don't understand what it's like - if you did you'd do the same thing - please forgive me! Mistress - please - I need it to finish!"

"Well well." Says Mistress, turning to Sophie, "Are you interested in changing your tune? I'm prepared to entertain your plea if you're ready to submit obediently and beg to be pleasured. If you convince me you're prepared to accept your role as a slave, and show your physical submission by bringing yourself to orgasm for me, then we can be done with your punishment for today. What do you say?"

"M-Mistress?" Sophie stammers. "I-I do, I accept my status as a slave - I'm sorry - I will be obedient, I really will. I'll orgasm for you if I can, I'll try, I promise! Please, just untie my hands."

"Oh no, that's not what I had in mind - slaves are not generally permitted to touch themselves - you can beg this slave to touch, kiss, suck or rub you however you like, he may be willing to help. I think that experience would be better at cementing your role."

"But, but M-Mistress, I - I." Stammers Sophie.

"You what?" Mistress asks, angrily.

"I, I'm a, a lesbian, Mistress." Sophie mutters, embarrassed to say the word.

"Did I ask you your favorite pizza topping? No. I asked you to beg this slave to bring you to orgasm. Your personal desires have no place here, that's the first lesson of obedience. Now, choose - I can let you show your obedience and submission, or I can turn your stimulation back on."

"No - no please - I - I just thought you would use the machine, like with Zoe - it would be -" Mistress interrupts her.

"You thought it would be easier to give up control and have feelings forced on you than to be actively involved? You thought that would allow you to feel that you were not responsible? Well, if you want to avoid punishment you'll have to start taking responsibility for your own training. Now, which is it? Are you going to tell this slave what you need, or am I going to turn your punishment devices back on? You have twenty minutes to orgasm, otherwise you'll be put back in the punishment cycle. You decide."

Sophie looks crestfallen, as the implications of her choice sink in. She looks at me nervously, and then back to Zoe, whose intimate stimulation has re-commenced. The brunette is beginning to buck her hips wildly, any thoughts of dignity long gone as she moans in desire and need. Mistress adjusts the dial on Zoe's chair, and the girl's thrashing immediately becomes less intense. "Let's calm her down a little - I don't want to burn her out. We'll keep her in a state of intense arousal without orgasm for a while. She's accommodating her training very well so far. Now that she's accepting it we can focus on tweaking her reward schedule and think about what kind of a role she's going to be most fulfilled in. I'm thinking that she's a good candidate for the breeding farm, or potentially even a role as a milk-cow, although I haven't ruled out recommending her for some kind of entertainment or personal services. It's actually very rare to see a slave accepting pleasure so enthusiastically so early in her conditioning. They usually take much longer to align themselves with the programming. It's a beautiful thing to see."

I can see that Sophie is shocked by this, and her un-asked question hangs in the air for a moment. "Sophie we can't even begin to discuss where you're going to be happiest until you stop fighting your training and start taking responsibility for your conditioning. Once you start to accepting your responsibilities we can start to work on your reward schedule." Says Mistress. Sophie looks back at me again, then drops her eyes in shame. I approach her head, and bend down to talk quietly to her.

"I- I just don't understand - why me? I mean, I don't understand what's happening - I just want it to stop, but why are you doing this to me? And why are you making me endure so much more than Zoe? I just don't understand."

"Sophie," I say, "I think that Zoe has surrendered herself completely already. It will be more difficult for you until you stop resisting. Its going to get easier for you once you stop fighting it. I know this is hard for you but there's no alternative. If you don't obey she'll simply torture you until you do. It's easier if you start to work with her. I'm going to remove the devices from you, and then we can talk about it, ok?" She nods fearfully, tears of shame and pain in her eyes. I work my way down her body, removing the electrode pads from her breasts and belly, then the dildos from her ass and vagina. As the tools of her torment are removed she begins to relax slightly, the relief from pain obvious as she breathes more freely and tension leaves her muscles.

"So." I say, returning to her restrained head. "I know this is hard for you, but close your eyes, and tell me what you like, I'll do my best to help you."

She nods, and closes her eyes, "She never had any self control. I - I just can't face the idea of being a slave, being content to just do whatever I'm told, no matter how depraved and humiliating. I don't think I will ever be able to get used to feeling this violated. Its just, its so hard to think that the only way to avoid the most horrible pain in my life is to audition to be some kind of breeding cow or slut slave for someone's entertainment, I just, I don't know how to deal with it."

"I understand, but it's not that bad really, especially once you begin to work with your controller, it begins to feel natural, and you will start to see it differently. You'll stop feeling humiliated and powerless, and you'll start to feel good and useful when you obey. Once you realize that your body isn't your own anymore then the sense of violation will fade. Now, let me try to help you avoid more punishment."

"Y-yes. Thank you for not making me beg. I-I just didn't think I would be broken so easily, I didn't understand that my body was capable of feeling so much pain, I just can't bear more of it. I know I have to try to do this, I'm just so ashamed, and frightened of loosing myself. I think if you start out massaging my thighs and the outside of my, you know, a little, just gently, let me try to relax, and then I'll tell you what to do."

I nod, and position myself between her restrained legs, lewdly spread open by the stirrups, and begin to rub her smooth and taught thighs as she lays back and closes her eyes. I move my hands in large circles over her legs, trying to sooth the tension in her muscles and coach her to relax into sensations of pleasure. The sight of her body, helpless and beginning to respond to her training, arouses me intensely, and the idea of helping to bring her to a point of accepting her role makes me feel a swell of contented satisfaction. I feel my cock swell in its cage, and am aware of the insistent pressure of the prostate massager - visions of climbing on top of Sophie and pushing my engorged cock inside her overwhelm me, emphasizing my equally helpless state. The thought enters my mind that mistress may be making the point that both of us are now completely dependent on others for our release. As I fondle Sophie's thighs my eyes are drawn to her pussy, previously a fine line drawn between her legs, the lips have begun to separate, her inner folds beginning to swell with arousal, tiny beads of moisture gathering along the cleft of her sex.

I am brought out of my contemplation of Sophie's body by Mistress's voice behind me - "Slave. You will be using this." She hands me a small bottle. "It contains a lubricant, in every sense of the word, and I think Sophie has earned the help it will give her with her improved compliance. You should understand what she is experiencing, so I am going to apply some to your genitals. The experience should be educational. I feel her hand grasp my balls from behind, pulling my caged cock backwards and taking my breath away with the sensation of being controlled. Her hand is covered with some sort of oil or cream, and I feel her massage it into my exposed balls and between the steel wires of the cage. She withdraws her hands, and the only sensation that I feel at first is the cooling sensation of the gel. I squeeze a handful of the gel into my hand, and return to my task of massaging Sophie's thighs, moving as I do to lubricate her pussy with the substance. I part her lips, rubbing from the base of her cleft upwards towards her clit, massaging the lotion into the folds of her inner and outer lips as I do. The sensation causes her to make a sharp intake of breath and try to draw up her body in a vain attempt to avoid my ministrations, but as her conscious mind reasserts itself she settles her body back down into the chair, using what little movement she has to push her vagina downward towards my hands as she settles her head back into the chair, closing her eyes and trying to fight her body's instinct to resist.

My attention is torn from her neat and glistening vagina to a growing sensation in my cock and balls. I feel the effect of the gel, something between an itching and a burning, an overpowering desire to feel more intense stimulation. I feel desire growing in my loins, as the sight and scent of Sophie's intimate predicament raises my arousal level even further. I feel my hips move involuntarily, as if there was any hope of bringing my caged cock closer to the spread, helpless pussy just inches from my face. I drag my thoughts back to the task at hand, massaging my palms on her inner thighs in large round movements, teasing the edges of her pussy with my fingers on each revolution and I watch her slowly allowing her body to surrender to the sensations of arousal and pleasure that I know she must be feeling.




Slave Sexual Conditioning Ch. 03



As the circles of my hands drift closer to the mound of her vulva, my fingers now caressing her lips lightly with each circuit of her inner thighs, I notice her back arch tightly within her bonds, pushing her now erect nipples upwards and her pussy down towards my hands in a motion of frustrated desire. Her eyes remain closed, and I decide to increase the stimulation as my fingers close on her outer lips, gently separating them, then closing them again in slow circles of her mons. Her breathing has quickened, and her hips are now bucking rhythmically against my fingers with the small degree of motion that the chair allows her. Before I think to ask her whether she is ready, my face is pressed into her mound, my hands parting her labia and my lips pressed against hers - my open mouth caressing her soft folds and my tongue exploring her intimate creases.

The taste and aroma of her engorged and reddened sex are overwhelming to me, and my hands instinctively reach behind her to grab and massage the cheeks of her buttocks, as she wriggles, helplessly torn between a struggle to escape the relentless sensation and her body's growing need for satiation. She begins to moan wordlessly, her hands desperately clenching and unclenching in their restraints as her animal instincts overwhelm her conscious thoughts. My cock is painful against its metal cage, my hips humping uselessly in unison with Sophie's bucking hips. Her moans have increased in volume, and she begins to cry "Yes! Yes!" as my tongue finds its focus on her engorged clitoris, licking it with a relentless gentle pressure that she cannot escape.

Mistress grabs my attention with one firm hand on my exposed and aching balls, another at the base of my neck, pushing my mouth and nose deeper into Sophie's sopping cunt and stopping my unconscious thrusting and pausing my oral ministrations on Sophie's vagina. "Good work Slave, but I need you to slow down now, and bring Sophie to her decision point. She needs to beg for her orgasm, so you will be working to bring her to the brink, then let her decide to embrace her role. Sophie, you understand? You need to let us know that you understand and embrace your new role. You need to beg to be allowed the pleasures of your body."

I begin to gasp for breath, sucking desperately at the soft and moist folds of Sophie's labia to find a position that lets me breath as Mistress holds my face deep in the sweet cleft. I feel Sophie begin to shake and tremble, the arousal building in her as she uses what limited motion she has to thrust her pelvis further down onto my desperate face. "Well?" Says Mistress. "I'm waiting."

"Please. Please. I-I don't understand w-what you've done to me, I feel. I need to cum. Please, please let me cum. I-I beg you, please!" My lungs are burning and I instinctively begin to lap furiously at Sophie's pussy as I struggle for air until Mistress pulls my head sharply away, eliciting a huge intake of breath from me, and a gasp from Sophie. My head is held inches from her squirming sex, and I watch the slick and wet lips quivering with the torment of unquenched arousal, the sticky juices of her plight coating my face.

"Beg for what you need. Be specific. I want to hear exactly what you want, and I want to hear that you acknowledge that you are a slave." Mistress is gently massaging my balls as she says this, and my body bucks uncontrollably, held tightly by her rigid grasp on my neck and balls.

Sophie is writhing uncontrollably now, the stimulation removed from her inflamed pussy and she begins to babble "No! Please, please, you promised you wouldn't make me beg for it, please, I so need to cum, I need to feel his mouth on my-on my pussy, his tongue on my clit, please, please, I need it so much, I beg you let me cum! I-I need to beg because I-I need to beg because I am your slave. Please, please let it end please!"

"Better. Says Mistress. "Much better. Now, what are you going to do to convince this slave that he should finish you off? I think given his dedicated service it would be a nice gesture if you promised to fuck him then let him eat his cum out of you, don't you?"

For a moment Sophie looks confused and horrified, then a look of resignation and despair passes over her face and she says, more calmly "Anything - I'm so ashamed - I'll do anything at all - I'm your slave and you have complete control over me. I can't resist what you can do to my body. I'm completely your slave." Her head lolls back in the chair, and she begins to sob quietly as her body writhes, still needing stimulation with the same intensity. "Please, please." She sobs. "Please give me my release, I so need to cum. I need it so badly."

Mistress releases me, and I collapse to my knees as she walks around to Sophie's head, stroking the tormented girl's hair away from her face. "Well done Sophie." She says. "Well done. I think we can try something a little different for your reward." Sophie looks into Mistress's eyes, apprehensive but defeated. "I'm going to release you from your restraining chair, and you're going to trade places with this slave. Then we're going to lower the chair, and you're going to fuck him until he cums inside you, then he will suck his cum from your pussy, and you will be allowed to cum as he does so. If you don't follow my instructions to the detail if will be no release and a full day of pain training. Is that clear?" Sophie lowers her head in shame and nods in assent.

Mistress, without ceremony, begins to release the bonds that hold her wrist, arms, waist, and legs. In a moment Sophie is free, but lies, spent, in the frame of the chair until Mistress motions her to get down. Shaky at first, the girl dismounts from the chair, her hand instinctively reaching for her sopping pussy in an attempt to satisfy her artificially augmented need. "We'll get to that in a moment, slave, right now you are not permitted to touch yourself." Says Mistress, and Sophie starts, unaware of her hand's activity and embarrassed to be caught trying to masturbate. "Now, you know how it works - hop up here slave." Mistress says to me, and then motions to Sophie to restrain me. The chair needs to be adjusted for my size, but I sit in the sculpted plastic seat and rest my feet in the stirrups as Sophie pulls tight the straps, immobilizing my legs in a wide open position, the metal cage hanging heavy from my straining cock. Sophie then tightens the wrist straps, and I realize how helpless and vulnerable the girls must feel in these chairs.

Mistress hands Sophie a key, and indicates the cage on my dick - the girl is still shaking, but approaches me and fumbles with the key in the restraint. Her hand grasps my balls to steady her grip and the feeling causes me to jump with surprise and arousal, the sensation of not being able to move suddenly dominating my mind, my vulnerability driven home even more. As she struggles to open the device my hips buck in their tight bondage, moans coming unbidden at the intense stimulation, and the pain of my cock bulging against the unforgiving cage. I gasp as the contraption is released, and blood flows freely to my member again, causing it to leap to attention immediately.

Under Mistress's control the chair lowers so that Sophie is able to comfortably straddle my prone body. The sight of her naked form perched over my hips, and her wet and inflamed vagina inches from my engorged cock causes me to stiffen even further and my hips to writhe with frustration as she pauses for a moment, her face a mix of emotions, disgust and shame, fear of punishment, and a still growing animal need to sate her carnal arousal. As she shifts her pelvis to position her cunt even closer to my cock I can smell the musky aroma of her wet puffy sex.

My eyes meet hers as she uses her hands to position my cock as she slowly lowers herself onto me, her lubricated and needful hole engulfing my penis as she embraces and encloses it, impaling herself onto my stiff dick. Her face changes as she allows herself to be penetrated, the sensation causing a sharp intake of breath, and a final victory for her aroused animal instincts over her rational and emotional mind. She closes her eyes, arches her back, puts one hand to her breasts, lightly cupping one mound and gently pinching on nipple, while she reaches behind herself to cup my balls delicately and begins to slowly raise and lower herself, leaving behind the shame of her predicament as she gives in to the need to ride my cock, now harder and deeper, next shallow and fast.

As my arousal grows, and I feel my climax near Sophie whispers between ragged breaths. "Please please! Cum inside me! I need my release - I can't take this frustration - I need to cum!" This is all I need to tip me over the edge, and as she bucks up and down, trying to ease the fire in her loins I feel my seed shoot into her throbbing vagina with incredible orgasmic burst, the throbbing in my cock shooting hot cum into her snatch again and again as she rides me to the completion of my release.

As I open my eyes, my orgasm subsiding, I realize that Sophie has not sated her need, and as I pant deeply she moves her crotch up to rest near my mouth, resting her thighs on my shoulder bones as she presents her vulva, clitoris standing proud from the delicate folds of her inflamed lips and my cum dripping from her hole. "Please, now, please, please help me, I need to be allowed to cum!"

I hesitate for a moment, the thought of her cum-filled pussy after the fulfillment of my sexual need suddenly disgusting me, but then I realize that I have no choice, and that it is Mistresses command. I nod, moving my head slightly to indicate that I need her to inch forward, and she does, her knees spread wide and her dripping pussy pulled open, the penetrated hole still gaping, cum seeping down into the cleft of her delicate lips.

She adjusts her position again, and her pussy comes to rest over my mouth, engulfing me suddenly with the soft plump flesh of her mons, slick with her juices and my semen, and writhing insistently against my mouth and nose, seeking stimulation of her clitoris and vulva. She looks down at me from her seated position riding my face, her eyes a combination of shame, apology, and desperate need for relief. I begin to slowly lick her vulva from the base of her cleft upwards, cum collecting on my tongue and funneled into my mouth as my tongue traverses her vulva in long slow strokes.

My initial reaction quickly evaporates as I swallow the bulk of my semen that has seeped from her hole, finding the taste less unpleasant than I was expecting, and quickly being overtaken by a rekindled desire for her aroused body. I push my nose upward to press against her clit, and feel her push back and grind slightly against me, then push my mouth and forward and extend my tongue into her vagina, probing her gently with my mouth, kissing her vulva with my lips. Her head thrown back and her spine arched, her hands braced on my hips and her pelvis gyrating lustfully on my face I do my best to stimulate her while I instinctively search out the cum deep in her vaginal canal.

Pulling back I gasp for breath, inhaling deep the pheromones and smell of sex and desire, my cock already hardening again, and she begins to buck more rhythmically, her breathing becoming rapid and shallow as I feel her vagina begin to spasm and pulse with the beginnings of an orgasm. She cries out "Oh! OH!", and her hips buck furiously now, my lips sucking on her pussy and my nose rubbing her clit forcefully. Suddenly she cries out again and thrusts herself towards me, burying my face in her orgasming vagina. I loose myself in her release, and when she pulls back, exhausted and covered in a sheen of sweat, the mix of vagina juices and semen drying on my face, the look of relief on her face is palpable.

Mistress nods in approval, then motions to Sophie to dismount. The girl, suddenly aware of her debauched and shameless position, and the utter surrender to her basest needs, clutches her breasts again, and as she steps away from the chair, crosses her legs in ineffective modesty. "Well done, slaves." Says Mistress, and turning to Sophie says "Well, slut, was that what you needed?"

"M-Mistress -" Sophie stammers. "Y-yes, thank you, except, except, I still feel a need, not as urgent, but I don't feel satisfied, I - I still feel like my cunt is on fire, like there is a part of me missing, that I need a cock inside me. Oh God, I-I don't know why I'm talking like this, I feel so out of control, my hunger for pleasure is just overpowering - please help me!"

"Well this is a teachable moment, Slave. What you're experiencing is that you are not in control of you body any more. I am. I can make you feel whatever I want. As we come to map your neural pathways more accurately we can be more nuanced and specific, but right now it's enough for you to know that I don't want you to be completely satisfied. Your reward for obedience is the avoidance of pain, and the pleasure you just took. The need you feel is a reminder that you continued obedience is required. Do you understand?"

Sophie looks down at her feet, and mumbles "Yes, Mistress."

"Then stand to attention. Head up, feet shoulder width apart, arms behind your back. NOW." Sophie responds, straightening up, separating her feet, clasping her hands behind her back, and pushing her chest forward.

Mistress turns to Zoe, who is still bucking instinctively, lost in her personal world of sensation and frustration, and Sophie and I look at her, transfixed by her helplessness and surrender. Mistress pauses, and says to us "She's doing well. Giving up her own arrogant ego needs and embracing the pleasure and direction of her conditioning." Mistress pauses in thought for a moment, resuming "She would make a beautiful milk slave - they need to be very responsive to hormonal supplements, and able to tolerate extremely high levels of arousal while submitting all of their body to their masters' needs. Its a rare slave who is suited, but the ones who are can be conditioned to be continuously aroused, especially by the pressure of lactation hormone induced milk in their breasts. The trick is to train their pleasure centers to respond to the milking machines, and eventually link their orgasm response and satiety to the completion of milking. Once that's done they virtually manage themselves - they can't help but connect themselves to the milking machines once their breasts begin to swell.

Of course, the ones that can't accept that level of training often make good breeders - the requirements are very similar, they just don't need the same level of training. Both are good roles for slaves who respond well to food related rewards. We all tend to focus on sexual reward, but for some slaves the innate response to satiety and fatty foods is more subtle, but tremendously powerful in the right reward schedule. Milk slaves and breeders both tend to be slaves who respond well to those cues. Linking feelings of well-being appetite and sexual centers isn't easy though.

I'm still hoping though that we might be able to offer her as a pleasure slave of some kind, although I do think she's going to have trouble with the short term rewards of sexual arousal and release, and with the need to focus on other people's pleasure instead of her own feelings. Well, we'll see. We'll see."