****** Slave Training by scarlett minx ******
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Slave Training


True story for adults only. Can be freely copied and distributed as is
(complete with this header), but not as part of any fee paying service. If you
archive it please let me have access to the archive. Email me if you have
comments or if you have any constructive criticism. By scarlett minx (c) 1998.

The floor is cold. It chills my legs as I kneel, waiting. Waiting for my Master
to return home from his work. I have been here for over an hour now, eagerness
and trepidation raging within my breast. Am I ready for this? What was I
thinking, surrendering to this newly awoken need for domination. I cannot say
where it comes from, even fully define it. Yet, it is this lack of conscious
understanding that makes it such a powerful, primal need.

Waiting, I recall the whirlwind that has been my life over the past twenty
days. Already my days are filled with hours of waiting to leave school and rush
to his house. Each day I find a set of instructions waiting for me when I
arrive. Tasks designed to prove my loyalty, chances to win his favor. Today's
instructions are simple; strip, shower, and give myself an enema, holding it
for at least fifteen minutes before I expel. The last is recorded on Master's
camcorder, taped for his enjoyment. Already he has a growing collection of
tapes and pictures as I abase myself for him. After toweling off, I insert the
large plug he has left for me and put on my leather collar and nipple clamps.

Now I wait by the door. As I hear his car pull into the drive, I check my
posture; on my knees, head bowed, hands clasped behind my back. His keys rattle
in the lock and my vagina begins to weep. He enters, not giving any sign of
noticing my presence. He walks away without saying a word. Once I would have
tried to follow but I have learned the painful lesson of not moving until given
permission. After a few minutes, he returns. I can my reflection in the tops of
his black leather boots as he stands in front of me.

"Clean them !"

I bend further and begin to lick his boots. The bitter taste of polish and
leather fills my mouth as I spit shine his boots. The plug in my asshole throbs
as I bend as far as I can. Concentrating on my task, struggling to show my
obedience to my Master.

"Enough !"

He grabs my hair, pulling my head up roughly. He walks behind me and places his
boot against the end of the plug in my ass. A jolt of pain rips through my
stomach as he presses it further into me. I struggle not to move away from the
pain, gritting my teeth as he presses harder. Suddenly the pressure is gone and
I start to relax. Without warning the plug is ripped out of me. Bolts of fiery
pain shoot through my body, radiating outward from my abused sphincter. A hand
grabs my hair, pulling me to my feet, giving me no time to recover.

"Follow !"

I walk behind him, eyes to the floor. He goes through the kitchen and into the
garage. It has been sound-proofed, the windows covered with dark felt and foam
insulation. Inside the walls are decorated with the trappings of pain,
submission, dominance, and bondage. Ropes, straps, and chains of various
lengths hang from hooks on the ceiling. An assortment of paddles, whips, cats
and crops are mounted along the walls. Master has promised me that I will feel
them all before my training is complete. Several benches and bondage horses
stand ready at various places along the edge of the dungeon. In the center of
the room stands a large bondage rack. Supported on either side by a five foot
high pivoting post, it is capable of rotating 360 degrees. Eyebolts along the
edge attach to leather shackles for restraint. Master stands in front of a high
bondage horse, waiting.

"Assume your position !"

I lean my forward onto the horse, bending at the waist. The high center forces
me to stand on my tiptoes. Quickly, shackles are fastened around my ankles and
wrists, holding me in an inverted 'V'. My leg and back muscles are stretched by
this uncomfortable position, my ass high in the air exposed and vulnerable. A
blindfold is placed over my eyes, preventing me from seeing what Master is
doing. I wait, anticipation sharpening my remaining senses. I hear movement,
then the swish of some unknown leather instrument being tested. Again my ass is
assaulted by the insertion of another plug. The swift insertion is accompanied
by a jolt of pain that brings tears to my eyes and takes my breath away.

"Hold this in. Don't let it slide out !"

While this plug does not feel as large as the earlier one, it is not as pliable
and forces my rectum to conform to its shape. Before i can recover, the first
blow lands on my back. Multiple strands of leather strike my skin as some sort
of cat is used on me. The blows cover my back, slowly moving over my uplifted
buttocks, and down the backs of my stretched thighs. The blows fall in a rapid
yet steady tempo, slowly building in force. The pain builds slowly, spiraling
upward, dragging my awareness along with it. I have learned that this type of
beating is not primarily to inflict pain but to awaken the consciousness. Nerve
endings set aflame as the leather strands flail my skin. I concentrate on
retaining the plug as the beating continues. The skin on my backside begins to
feel swollen and moist. Finally the blows stop, leaving me with the sound of my
own ragged breathing and a million screaming nerve endings. The shackles are
removed and I am pulled off the horse roughly by my hair. Dizziness assails me
as the blood rushes out of my head. The blindfold prevents me from getting my
bearings and I stagger as Master pulls me backwards by the hair.

Slap!! Master's palm strikes my behind as I continue to stagger off balance.

"Stand up straight, slave!"

I struggle desperately to regain my balance. Master pushes me backwards against
the rack and I flinch as my inflamed back touches the cool surface. Again my
arms and legs are restrained, this time holding me spread-eagled and
vulnerable. A sensation of vertigo rushes over me as the rack pivots, moving me
to a horizontal position. The plug in my ass is adjusted, accompanied by an
unfamiliar snapping sound.

"Today's lesson is Surrender. Do not tense up. You must not block the pain!
Surrender to it and ride it. You can only block so much pain, you can endure so
much more."

With these words my ordeal begins. Multiple strands of leather again strike my
skin. I try to heed my Master's instructions but years of behavior refuse to go
away. Involuntarily, I tense my muscles as the cat continues to beat my
breasts, legs, abdomen, vagina, and thighs. Spread by the rack, my labia and
clit are particularly vulnerable. Quickly centers of pain form around my
nipples, my clit, and my thighs. The lashing continues and still I fail to
achieve the goal my Master has set for me. I grow desperate, the pain steadily
growing. The fear of failure fills my mind. I cannot do this. It is somehow
beyond me. Still the lash continues to play its tune of agony on my helpless
flesh. Already I have endured more than I ever have before. Master continues to
repeat his instructions and I try to focus on his voice. I start to squirm and
twist as I can no longer remain still. The pain has reached my threshold and I
begin to scream in agony. Tears wet the blindfold as I sob uncontrollably.

Then without warning a bizarre new sensation strikes me. My asshole begins to
contract uncontrollably. Repeatedly my sphincter contracts and relaxes, pulling
the plug deeper. The novelty of this sensation provides the necessary
distraction I need as I focus on my ass and not the front of my body. I can
feel my body relax and the pain is transformed into some new sensation which I
cannot name. The agony is still present but it no longer an external sensation.
Rather it is some internal presence, hot and fluid. It fills the core of my
being and I feel like I am adrift inside myself, flying or floating in a sea of
sensory input. The lash continues to beat me but my awareness of the individual
lashes and blows has faded. Master continues to instruct me but I do not hear
his voice with my conscious mind. Adrift in this new place within myself, I
marvel briefly at this new thing my Master has shown me. As the blows continue
I drift upward towards something I do not recognize. I ride the waves of agony,
carried along by their momentum.

Time has no meaning to me anymore and I cannot honestly say how long this
continued. Awareness returns as the blindfold is removed. Blinking to clear the
tears from my eyes, I see my Master holding a control box which trails wires to
the plug in my ass. My breath hitches in my throat as I struggle to clear my
head. Cooling pools of liquid between my legs are evidence of an orgasm which I
do not remember. Nor do I remember the removal of the nipple clamps or collar
was wearing. i feel exhausted, physically and mentally drained. Master pivots
the racks to its upright position and locks it into place. He releases my
shackles and I collapse into his arms. My legs refuse to support my weight and
I sink to my knees. Master pulls the plug from my unresisting sphincter and
places it on a nearby bench. He hangs the cat-o'-nine tails on a hook and pulls
me to my feet.

"Follow me" he orders and walks into the house.

I stagger behind him and follow him into the bathroom. The shower is running
and he pushes me under the stream. I lean against the wall and wait as Master
undresses. He enters the shower and roughly washes me, briskly massaging my
tired muscles and teasing my swollen nipples and clit. He spins me around,
soaping my back and ass. I gasp with pleasure as he roughly shoves two soapy
fingers up my ass. My cunt begins to leak anew, my clit painfully hard. This
pleasure is quickly over as he removes his fingers and turns me around again.

"Wash me" he commands as he hands me the soap.

I wash his chest and stomach, lathering his skin. I sink to my knees before
him. I clean his cock and balls, working down his body. His large cock starts
to swell and rise as I continue. I continue to work my way down his legs as
water from the shower streams down my back. Master grabs my hair and pushes me
back, stepping forward under the shower stream.

"Open your mouth."

I open my mouth and Master pushes his cock into my mouth. I briefly taste soap
as his cock fills me mouth. I can feel it swell and harden as he fucks my
mouth. His hold on my head is strong, holding me rigid. His pace quickens as he
brutally rapes my mouth, allowing me no chance to use any technique or take an
active roll in pleasuring him. I understand that I am just a hole existing
solely for his pleasure. His cock lengthens and I tilt my head to give him as
much access to my mouth as possible. He continues to thrust, bruising my lips
as he drives in all the way to the pubic hair. Finally his cock swells further
in my throat and he pushes deep into my throat, holding my head as his cum
pumps down my throat into my stomach. He holds my face while his orgasm sweeps
through him. Finally his pulls his softening cock out until only the head is
still in my mouth. Moments later I feel his flow start as his hot, acrid piss
flows over my tongue. I swallow quickly, ensuring that I don't spill a single
drop. Finally the stream becomes a trickle and I suck gently, eager to taste
every drop. Master pulls his cock out of my mouth and opens the door to the
shower. He pushes me in the direction of the door and I scramble to obey his
wish. He closes the door behind me and continues to shower.

"Get here early tomorrow !"

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