As I herd her words, I nodded in agreement. My lesbian lover had talked over and over about modifying me, starting with my hair.

“I want you to be bald.” She had said on so many occasions, “I love the thought of you walking down the street with me, with no hair on your head, people staring at you because you look so different, wondering why a woman would have no hair.”

“Please.” She said again.

I lifted the scissors and cut through my pony tail and handed it to her. Tears were in her eyes.

“Thank you so much! Please let me go all the way.”

Now I had given in to losing the length of my hair I was not that bothered about the rest.

“You can do it.”

She kissed me and jumped up, went and fetched a razor and plugged it in the wall.

“Get on your knees!” She said excitedly.

I knelt down, my eyes stinging with tears that she was too excited to notice, but as I bowed my head and watched the floor knowing I would see my hair falling away, I felt a swelling in my clitoris. I reached down to rub it.

“No!” She said sharply, “You know you’re not supposed to play with it – remember what the doctor said!”

I took my hand away despite the way it was swelling and the wetness was running out. She was right – last time I had rubbed my clit it had swollen up for three days and throbbed unbearably. The doctor blamed it on over use of pumps and vibrators and I had been told this had led to the death of some of my clitoral tissue – it could not fill up the way it used to, it caused me pain now. The only way I could get aroused and cum clitorally was for my clit to get swollen and wait until I was close and have my lover brutally flick it several times, or to use a heavy duty vibrator which damaged even more tissue and left me feeling numb. I had been asked how I felt about possibly having the clitoris removed but the thought had filled me with horror, it seemed so barbaric to have my clit cut out! The doctor had told me that many women chose to have surgery to later their genitals for cosmetic or medical reasons and in those circumstances it was not thought of as mutilation. My lover had openly masturbated over the idea when I came home, she was black and from a country where many of her relatives had been circumcised, although she had left before she was old enough, and to this day often commented that she wised she had been ‘cleansed’ like her sisters and cousins. Sometimes she applied anaesthetic cream first to my clit and then to her own so we both went numb, then she would say,’ the circumciser has been to call…we have no clitorises, just a lovely clean scar, nice and neat…”

And I thought of this as I knelt down and my lover shaved my head. She buzzed me slowly; shearing it off slowly, then she took a bar of soap, wet it and rubbed it on my head. She took two new razors and took the safety off the first one.

“I’ll shave one side of your head with this and the other with the other razor – to make you soooo smooth!”

I felt the scrape, scrape, scrape, she pressed hard, thoroughly, when she had finished, she took a steaming hot towel and swiped it over my shining dome of a scalp, it stung and she laughed.

“Now you are truly shaven!” She exclaimed.

She rand her hands over my slippery scalp.

“Pretty pretty girl!” She exclaimed.

Then she looked in the mirror at the black stubble that grew on her own head.

“I shall shave bare also.”

I watched as she took a clean razor, wet it under the tap and simply scraped away all trace of hair from her head. She did not bother with soap, just shaved it right off there and then. Her head glowed when she finished and she put her arm around me and we looked in the mirror together.

“You look beautiful.” She told me, “And I want you to wear no hat when we go for your doctor’s visit tomorrow.”

I was dreading the doctors visit because the last time my useless clit had been examined it had caused me pain, it had been lifted free of its hood, griped by small forceps, squeezed, tugged, eve twisted, I had endured a skin sample being scraped off its tip with a wooden spatula and had it suctioned and tweaked, all to see how I responded and how much blood flowed to it. I had gone through all this naked with my legs pinned wide part and it was done by a doctor, an assisting nurse and a third assisting medical student who was very keen to hear how ‘abuse’ of the organ had caused tissue death. This examination was to see if I had the option of regular use of a numbing cream to prevent pain during arousal. I was also to have my clit injected and then scanned to see how many blood vessels still worked. I saw no point in any of this, my clit did not work properly any more and it was all so painful and humiliating.

My lover took a box of body paints and a brush from the cupboard. She began to mix some henna dye.

“I would like us to paint our scalps…I will give you ancient tribal markings on your bare head, and paint mine also. Then I will play with that clit of yours until it can be milked of an orgasm.”

I was surprised she wanted to after telling me not to touch it, but she took the thin brush and began to paint a swirling pattern onto my newly shaven head. It was henna and I knew they dye would last a while and not wash off, but when I looked in the mirror and saw the pattern pained on my shaven head, I had to admit it was beautiful. Then she painted her own head. While it dried she parted my legs and lapped at my cunt. She sucked my clit so hard the sucking noise filled the bathroom, pleasure filled the organ but then pain throbbed as she let go.

“We shall have fun tomorrow at the doctors.” She told me, looking up from my reddened hairless cuntlips, “I am having an examination also. I have paid for the doctor to treat us both together in the same room – we can watch each other!”

“What are you going for?” I asked her.

She smiled broadly.

“A routine procedure.” She told me.

Then her hand descended between my legs and she flicked my clit hard, battering it twice more with brutal force and the organ wobbled and I came with a loud cry.

We went to the doctors surgery at six thirty in the evening, we were the last two appointments and when the receptionist called out names she called them together. We walked down the corridor, my lover leading the way, into a white doctors room with two examination couches, the leg rests were in position and two nurses were attending, with a trolley covered by a towel and both were wearing masks and gloves.

I noticed the doctor and the nurses were black like my lover, she smiled and greeted us, then the doctor spoke pleasantly to my lover in their native language that I did not understand. As they laughed together, the doctor looked at me and I laughed also.

“You will both remove all clothing. I need you naked and on table” She said in broken English, “I have to examine the pubic region and open up for close look.”

My lover exchanged a look with me and smiled.

“We will be facing each other!” She exclaimed, “We can watch what happens to our pussies!”

She eagerly stripped off her clothes, hopped up on the couch and slung her legs into the leg rests. One of the masked nurses promptly spread her wider and swiped her bald cunt with a bottle of disinfectant. She groaned but managed to smile. The nurse held up the catheter and said something to her in her own language, she nodded and braced herself, as the tube slid in her pee hole she screwed up her eyes and her toes at the same time but took another breath and composed herself.

The doctor handed me two pills and a cup of water.

“Swallow please. It will relax you.” I obeyed, still fascinated by my lover’s medical ordeal that she seemed to be enjoying – and so was I, although my clit was swelling uncomfortably, I was getting very wet and juicy. I stripped off and lay back on my own table, my legs were fixed wide apart, my ankles strapped and tight straps placed around my thighs. I noticed the same was being done to my lover but I was feeling chilled and relaxed and just wanted to enjoy it. Then the doctor leaned over e and smiled.

“Nice and relax, yes?”

I nodded. The doctor opened my slit and moved her finger up and down, making my clit move.

“AAA aaaaHH!!”

“You are very prominent.” She remarked, “Big clitoris. No surprise it give you such trouble.”

Se tipped a bottle of clear liquid between my legs it stung and I groaned again, but the area was wiped with a towel promptly. The doctor spoke again.

“I have to open the labia majoria.”

I nodded feeling ashamed that I was suffering juice running out in front of my lover and the medical staff.

The tallest nurse patted my bald head.

“You share the occasion with your lady by tribal marking and shaving of the head! I have never seen a white woman have shave for the occasion!”

The doctor put on her mask and glanced to my lover as she picked up my catheter.

“You buy her wig tomorrow? Western lady need wig on head?”

I cringed a little but managed to smile as the doctor and nurses and my lover, who replied in foreign tongue, laughed together.

“Hold still.” The doctor ordered and slid the tube in my urethra.

“OOOOWch!!”

I relaxed as the pain subsided. Now me and my lover were restrained and catheterised, I looked over at her and my lover smiled as she watched her pee travel down the tube. Then she rested, relaxing as she looked up at the ceiling.

The doctor pinched my nipples. I smiled and gave a sigh. She dipped a finger in my vagina, it came out covered in fluid and she held it up to show the two nurses.

“She likes!” She exclaimed, “Bald white lady like!”

“She always like!” My black lover replied.

The doctor said something in foreign language and gestured between my open legs and the nurses chuckled.

“She will like afterwards – I hope!” Said my lover.

A nurse leaned over me and braced my thighs.

The doctor held up a hypodermic needle.

I looked at my lover and she did not smile, just nodded.

“For the best, my lover.” She stated coldly, “For the best!”

I tensed.

“Noooo!”I screamed, “Leave my cunt alone!! NO! No, no no…”

The nurse clamped my mouth open and stuffed in a double metal bar, it pressed down and gripped and immobilised my tongue. She fastened the strap at the back of my head.

“MMMMmmmmmmmmffff…aaaaaa…ammmmmmaaaafff..” I was gagged, helpless.

“Be calm.” The doctor said, and plunged the needle into my clitoris. I sunk deep, scratching and burning all the way. As she pulled the needle out I felt as if my clit was being dragged with it.

I thrashed my head from side to side; tears ran from my eyes as I clenched my fists. I felt my bowel spasm in fear and a small, hot lump of shit slithered out. The nurse retrieved it with a paper towel, and then wiped my anus clean with a swab soaked in surgical spirit.

“All over now.” The doctor said, no pain, all gone.” And she took my clit in her thumb and forefinger and pinched. I felt as if she were touching rubber. Then she picked up a thin, sharp par of scissors and spoke in her own language to the second nurse who came over, eyes fixed on my cunt. Se made a snipping motion with the scissors and the nurse nodded her head. My lover watched smiling.

“We want this.” She said dreamily, her own medication calming her, but she was happy she had always wanted this for herself!

“AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh……oooooooowwwww!” I yelled, unable to speak.

“Shh it all over soon.” The doctor said.

She lifted my left labia and, as the nurse skilfully gripped the lip high, she slid the blade under and began to cut. The second nurse colleted the flesh in a silver dish. Then she clamped my other cunt lip, it was held and stretched, and the doctor snipped through it with ease.

She shot a jet of water on my bloodied cunt; I stared in horror at my cunt with the outer lips missing.

“She nearly clean.” The doctor said.

Then she jerked my inner lips upwards, pressed the blades down and cut brutally, as if cutting tough cloth, as the two bloodied inner lips were dropped into the bowl I could only stare with tears streaming down my face as I witnessed the removal of my woman hood. My clitoris was sticking up, enlarged with shock, seeming vulnerable – my clit, mine, being taken.

“uuurrrraaaaaaaa…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

My voice echoed around the room but my protests were ignored.

She clamped the clit at its base, the nurse held it up, and with a brutal swipe of the scissors, she cut through my organ. It dropped into the bowl and blood pumped out. I was sprayed with a jet of water and given a second injection. The gag was removed from my mouth but I lay herein silence, tears running uncontrollably from my eyes as the nurse took a very long piece of surgical thread and began the slow procedure of sewing me up. While she worked I looked over at my lover.

She smiled at the doctor; the nurse held her hand as she was injected and although a tear ran from her eye, she did not change her mind. She looked down keenly. The doctor took another pair of scissors and, spreading her outer lips, snipped off the inner labia and kept cutting, working her way up, forcing the blades closed twice to lop off the pink nub of flesh that plopped into the kidney bowl.

“Ohh…” She moaned, although it was from relief the procedure was over. She was stitched quickly, a thin line of sutures. Afterwards she watched as the other nurse continued to sew me. I was stitched from one side of the labia to the other, and then the flesh was closed up. I had been given a total excision.

As the dressing was put on, the doctor patted my bald head.

“I give you through circumcision, bald western lady, You like?”

More tears ran from my eyes.

“I like.” My lover replied.

I turned my face away, sobbing again.

We were taken to a private room after our cunts were dressed and our beds placed side by side.

“I am sorry I did not tell you.” My lover said, “You have often said circumcision excites you, so I gave you a trial shave and paid for a full ritual circumcision by a good medical doctor. You are clean now and so am I.”

The doctor came into our room an hour later.

I was lying there, holding my lovers hand across the gap between our beds. We had  talked and I was beginning to accept this had not been an assault but a treatment that was better done like this than any other way later on due to my clitoral problems.

“How you feel now, bald western lady?” The doctor asked me.

I blinked tear stained eyes and exchanged a glance with my lover. My cunt, despite its ordeal, tingled in my holes as I turned weakly and looked at her, my face still tear stained and my eyes red and I replied, speaking the painfully honest truth:

“Clean” I replied, “I am nice and clean now, thank you.”

February 1, 2009

This morning began just like every other morning. i woke up at 6 am and began my daily ritual of quickly showering, getting myself presentable, making breakfast and serving You in bed. I knelt quietly beside Your bed in my “in house attire.” (When i am home alone with my Master i am completely naked wearing only my two black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a thick black leather collar. All are locked in place with heavy padlocks and Master keeps the keys on His key ring along with His house and car keys. This is to remind me that i too am His property just as is His car and His house.) As You finished Your breakfast, You leaned over to kiss my forehead. You reminded me that You were excited about the Super Bowl party You planned for tonight. You said that W/we had a lot to do to get ready for O/our guest. (Master had invited five or six of His male friends over to watch the game with Him, and i was to serve the food and drinks.) Since i don’t share Your love for football, i didn’t share Your enthusiasm about the night’s upcoming events.

i ran the water for Your bath and then went to clean the dishes. When i returned, You were just about to step out of the tub. i dried Your body while You continued to talk about the things W/we needed to do. You kissed me passionately parting my lips with Your tongue, running Your fingers between my thighs and pausing on my clit. You stopped abruptly and wagged Your finger, wet with my juices, in front of my face and said, “No, no. you will not distract Me with your sweet, brown pussy today. W/we have a busy schedule ahead of U/us.” You pointed to a shopping bag sitting on the floor beside Your bed. “I got U/us something.” You followed me into the bedroom to watch me as i pulled two matching Steelers’ jerseys from the bag. Just as the ungrateful slave slut that i am, i began to complain.

“Master, please let me go out when Your friends arrive. i really hate football and i don’t think i can sit here all night while You and Your friends get drunk.”

The look on Your face was the same look that i have when You slap mine. Shock and disappointment washed over it, and Your cheeks glow red with fury. i should have known to stop there, but that was only the beginning of my whining and complaining.

You pulled Your favorite jeans of mine and a black and gold bra and panty set from my dresser drawers (my Master chooses my clothes that i wear everyday) and tell me to get dressed. i put those things on along with the new jersey and begin to tidy the house for guests. i spend the better part of the day preparing the food and snacks but i also constantly let You know that i am not happy with this task.

“i hate football, anyway.”

“i’m not having company, Master, You are.”

“Why can’t i just hang out with my friends?’

“Why can’t You just order pizza?”

“Why do i even need to be here?”

Finally, You had enough and couldn’t take my mouth anymore. You told me to strip and wait for you in the punishment room. (This room is where W/we keep most of O/our “equipment.” It used to be a garage, but Master had it closed off. There are no windows at all in the room. It has warm brown wall to wall carpeting and beige painted walls. Other than a large painting depicting a nude woman being whipped while tied to a cross, the room remains intentionally undecorated to give it a cold feeling. As you might have already guessed, this is my least favorite place in the house.) i know i’m in big trouble now. i immediately go into corner time, waiting for You to come in and administer my punishment.

It seemed like hours passed and my knees were aching from the carpet burns. i could hear Your friends beginning to arrive. When You did come into the room, i was expecting You to give me the usual spanking with Your belt and i was embarrassed because i knew that everyone would hear it. But that was not Your plan at all. You have secretly prepared for this moment because lately Your belt hadn’t been as effective in correcting my behavior.

Using the rings on my ankle and wrist cuffs, You tied me to the (asymmetrical) horse that You made for my birthday. (This allows my head to be low and my ass to be up high. The horse is lined with black vinyl covered padding along the base and where my knees rest, and is not too uncomfortable unless i am lying on it for long periods of time.) You pulled the steel medical tray in front of me so that i could see what ‘instruments’ You planned to use for my punishment. On the tray You placed two things: the large silicone buttplug that You have threatened to use on many occasions, that i fear won’t fit, and another item that i had never seen before. It was a steel plug with a hose and a funnel attached at the end of the hose.

My eyes instantly grew wide with fear and i knew what You were planning for me. Just as i began my verbally protests, You inserted the bright red ballgag in my mouth and left me in the room to ponder the situation. While You were away, i struggled to lift my head many times to look at Your instruments. My heart beat so fast i thought it would burst from my chest.

You got Your guests settled in and returned in about a half hour’s time. i begged You, through the gag, to forgive me by promising to be the best hostess i can be. i begged You for a severe beating with Your belt. But You told me it was way to late for that and i should have thought about that this morning before i pissed You off. You grabbed some lube and began working Your fingers in and around my asshole. My tears began to run down my face. i could feel my clit swelling while pressing against the base of the horse as i wiggled to allow Your finger easier access to my hole.

“you are such a fucking whore. you know that don’t you?” i could hear the smile on Your face as Your second finger slid in my ass and your thumb in my pussy. You played with me for a little longer and then pulled Your hand away.

“you know what’s coming next don’t you?” You asked as You brushed the cold steel at my tightly puckered hole. You began working the plug in and out of my ass, twisting it deeper and using more force with each thrust. i let out a soft moan through the gag, in pleasure and pain. Just as it became unbearable, i felt my hole relax and i knew that the steel plug was in place. i could feel You tug at the hose to make sure that the plug would not pop out.

You grabbed a handful of my hair and turned my head to look at You and said, “you had better not push that out. Do you understand me?”

“Weeefff Maphfer.” i mumbled threw my gag.

With only a warning from the sound of Your zipper being lowered, You gave me my first punishment of the evening. You released Your bladder into the funnel. i felt Your hot piss flowing into my bowls and i gasped of pleasure. You laughed because You knew that as the night continued, my reaction would change. When You were finished You grabbed the silicone plug and covered it with lube. i shook my head ‘no’ and mumbled pleas for You not to use it. You ignored me and pressed it firmly and methodically against my hole. i tensed in a fleeting attempt to pull away. You put Your hand on the small of my back forcing my body and my pussy back onto the horse. i already had very little wiggle room, but under the power of Your hand, i had even less. Just before the monster plug fully settled in completely, i let out a loud yelp. You smiled and firmly smacked my ass.

You walked around to look at me again. While tenderly wiping the tears from my eyes You ask, “How does that fell, hmm? Does it hurt?”

“Weeefff Maphfer.”

“Good!” Your voice instant changed from loving to a stern growl. “So maybe the next time I ask you to do something for me, you’ll have a better attitude.”

With that, You covered my eyes with a sleeping mask to blindfold me. Then i felt You insert the small spongy ear plugs and place the headphones over my ears with the music loud enough that i wouldn’t be able to tell when You returned.

While You were away with Your guests, i tried to stretch my limbs and adjust my body. i felt parts of me begin to stiffen and fall asleep. Though i had no way of knowing for sure, i thought i sensed You in the room with me many times. i cried and even plead for release, repeatedly. Hours seemed to pass before You returned and touched my shoulder, i was glad my torment was over. Pulling off the headphones, You removed the ties and helped me to my feet. You freed my mouth from the gag and allowed me to relax my jaw, but You left the blindfold and earplugs in place. You placed a large plastic bowl in my hands and guided me to my knees. i instinctively knew what the bowl was for. With one hand on the side of my head, you aggressively press my face into the floor. With the other hand You reach behind me to maneuver the buttplug from my asshole. i felt myself struggling to control a scream as the plug was ripped from my body. i immediately search in the dark for the plastic bowl and position it beneath me to catch Your fluids and my waste exploding from my body. When You were sure that i had expelled everything, You push me back to my knees and clean me up with a wet cloth.

i waited on my knees until You gave me further instructions. However, i was surprised to feel the steel plug with the hose being pressed in at my backdoor yet again. This time, with little regard for discretion, i loudly protest.

“No Master, please,” i heard my self yell. But the steel plug slid in with little to no resistance. i reached out for You  and realized that at least one other person is in the room. One of You yanked my hair towards the floor while the other refastened the ballgag in my mouth. The one holding my hair forces my head into the carpet and sits on my face. i believed that person straddling my neck, with His ass on the side of my face, to be You since You have done that before when You thought that i was getting out of control. i could only struggle to breath and flail my arms around in that vulnerable position. i felt my belly fill with warm fluid again and was humiliated to know that someone other You was pissing in my ass. i then felt You switch places and You added Your piss as well. Again, the large silicone buttplug was pushed in place. At that point, i noticed that the blindfold was becoming soaked with my tears. You and Your guest led me to a chair. my arms were quickly tied behind me and my legs were spread apart and tied to the back legs of the chair. i know it was You who straddled the chair to sit on my bare lap, pinching and twisting my nipples. i sensed that it had to be half-time because You played with me so long before replacing the headphones over my ears and leaving me in complete darkness.

Each time i thought that i could feel Your presence in the room, i begged You for forgiveness.

By the end of the evening i was crying and writhing in pain. my belly cramped badly. i twisted and turned in the chair in attempts to push the plug, or at least Your fluid, out of my ass. When You finally untied me, removing the blindfold and earplugs, i was happy to hear that Your friends had all left. You slowly led me to the bathroom to release Your piss from my bowels. You allowed me to shower and clean myself up.

As i entered the bedroom, You were sitting on the end of the bed motioning for me to come to You. You brushed my hair from my shoulder and kissed my neck and said, “Tonight was very exciting for Me. My team won the Super Bowl. And do you know how I want to celebrate?” You leaned closer to me, pressed Your lips against my ear and whispered, “I want to give you what you’ve begged for all night.”

That’s when i noticed Your belt in Your right hand.

The best way to summarize Amy was to say that she was a sophisticated and well-bred young woman.   Everything about Amy was petite except her hips.  Amy was just over five feet tall.  She almost always wore high heels.  Her body was quite slender and feminine.  Everything about Amy was feminine.  By that I mean her neck, her waist, her wrists and her ankles were all narrow.  She had a pointy chin and a pointier nose.  Her head was quite small, surrounded on both sides by beautiful, straight, long brown hair.  It was obvious she spent a good amount of time on her hair; the highlights of lighter colors were flawless.  She had long eyelashes and never, ever was seen at B-school without makeup on.  Most girls with this sort of physique tend to be lacking in the breast department but Amy had a nice firm set of beautifully developed Cs.

Amy had a snappy personality.  I wouldn’t say she was particularly vocal, but she wasn’t quiet either.  Her views on business weren’t exactly brilliant, but she never said anything stupid.  Her comments were usually well measured.  She was the type of student who stayed within herself but projected confidence when forced to stand in front of the room and give a presentation.  Her hand-gestures were wonderful to track as she delivered her carefully rehearsed lines flawlessly.  Men gravitated toward her and she seemed perfectly comfortable with the attention.  Rumors connected her with various men at the school, but they were all unsubstantiated.  She had her share of girlfriends, but wasn’t a gossipy type.

Amy drove a BMW and always dressed with great style and grace.  Other than her impressive collection of high heels, she usually wore skirts.  Once, on a Saturday when we had a project due, she wore blue jeans and holy shit did her smoking lower body ever fill those jeans with precision and grace.

Like most men, I was totally smitten with her beauty and her personality.  It wasn’t that she was particularly brilliant; she just carried herself like a woman – sweet as sugar, but not afraid to crack a joke.  She didn’t take herself too seriously, but at the same time she knew that she was a petite little babe.

As I got to know her, I began to realize that in some ways she was quite vapid and materialistic.  She loved buying Prada bags.  It seemed to be her main hobby.  When I asked her what music she was interested in, she mumbled something about Cold Play.  Her main goals were shopping, and finding a marketing job that would pay her a six-figure salary, in that order.

In the first year of school, we were in different groups.  I barely knew her and more admired her from afar.  Then, in the second year, we were placed in the same study group.  I got to know her better.  Most people in business school were in their late 20s.  Amy was 27 and I was 32, having suffered a few additional years in the real world before deciding I could use an MBA.  The added experience gave me a real-world edge on many of my classmates.  At some point or another, I summoned up the courage to ask Amy to dinner.  Much to my delight she said yes.

The first date went well.  We ate sushi and the conversation flowed freely.  Amy wasn’t the most interesting girl in the world, but her beauty and general affect more than compensated for her lack of an apparent edge.  Her movements were precise and well coordinated.  The simple act of pushing her hair back from her forehead or clearing her throat was so lovely that I was soon transfixed.  I loved the way her hair flowed so gracefully around that narrow neck.  Each time she turned her head I caught a glimpse of those perfectly formed tiny little ears, each with a good-sized diamond stud in her pierced lobes.

Our first date was a success!  We both enjoyed ourselves.  I made her laugh a few times.  When I dropped her off at her posh condo, she permitted me to give her a peck on the cheek.  Outside of that I didn’t want to push it too far.  I had a good thing going and didn’t want to be overeager.

Upon completion of our date, I was amazed with the painful tightness of my balls.  I had no choice but to exceed the speed limit when driving back to my apartment.  When I arrived home I barely had to touch myself before I exploded all over the place.  The big wad of tissues I used was unable to contain the mess and I spilled my own seed on my pants and the floor.

The second date was even better.  We met for cocktails and talked for hours.  She seemed more relaxed with me and told me more about her family.  They were quite wealthy and lived on a huge piece of property west of town.  She was an only child.  Again I was almost overwhelmed by her beauty.  At one point she left to use the ladies room.  When she returned I admired the way she moved across the room.  Her hips swung to and fro with such efficiency and purpose.  I studied her perfectly toned legs as they propelled her smoothly back to me.

When I dropped her off I was hoping she’d invite me upstairs.  Especially after we kissed deeply.  But then she seemed in a rush and I was left in a state of heightened excitement that could only be resolved with a late-night date with Rosy Palm.  Once again I was amazed at the intensity of my orgasm.  I was in love!

After that we went on one more date.  I’m not sure why, but I was probably too pushy during the date.  I revealed too much about myself.  Maybe I came off as somewhat of a slob.  Maybe I came off as a bit desperate.  Whatever the case was, I could feel her withdrawing from me.

She then proceeded to ignore my phone calls and emails for a week.  I feared I was sunk!  But I wasn’t about to back off that easily.  Amy was too big a prize.  Let me first say that I realize this is a somewhat animalistic thought, but I do believe all men think this way:  Her vagina, though out of sight, was constantly on my mind!  It could only be so perfect!  I pictured it nestled there beneath her little skirt and her tiny panties, a perfectly formed lower-case “v,” with the thin slit serving as the gateway to a narrow cavern of Female – the most luxurious cavern the world would ever know.  I imagined how incredibly soft the skin must be and how Amy must take such incredible care of her prized possession.  I could picture the way her panties must hug her snatch – from it’s formation at her naval all the way beneath her perfect ass – the way the flesh must undulate so gracefully away from the surrounding area.  I found myself wondering if she shaved her pubic hair entirely, or if she groomed the hair so that it formed a neat triangle.  I pictured her sitting spread-legged on a chair in front of a mirror after a shower with her eyelashes pointed downward in rapt attention as she deftly manicured her perfect little cunt with the utmost attention to detail.

A week after our lousy third date, I spied her walking alone across campus to the parking lot.  I decided it was now or never.  Even though the writing was on the wall I wanted answers.

I walked quickly and admired her beautiful, pert ass as it moved in the confines of her miniskirt.  Today she wore leather boots, which was a break from her usual high heels.  Man was she a nugget!

She turned her head as I approached and I could see the slight hints of a negative reaction.

“Oh.  Hi James,” she said politely, but with a noticeable lack of affect in her voice.

I won’t bore you with the details of the first five pained minutes of our conversation, but let’s just say Amy was less than enthused with our last date.  She felt I was a tad pushy and I made her feel uncomfortable with some of the things I revealed about past relationships.  I argued a few points with her but it quickly became a debate about semantics.  The point was that Amy was no longer interested in me.

Maybe I should have just let it go.  But that’s not really the way I am.  Plus, I was totally infatuated with Amy and I didn’t want to give up without a fight.  I also felt she was hiding something from me.

“Look Amy,” I began.  “It’s okay if you don’t want to date anymore, but I just have this feeling you’re holding back on the truth.  Are you sure there isn’t more that you aren’t telling me?”

Amy stopped in her tracks and faced me.  She placed her legs neatly together and huddled her arms close to her body.  “Okay,” she said as though she had come to a major decision point.  Her voice and posture changed.  It became much more pointed, less evasive.  “Do you really want to hear the truth, James?”

“Yes.”

“Even if it offends you?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

A hint of sadness filled her eyes, as though she felt bad about what she was about to say.  I could see Amy was having second thoughts about her change in course.  “Amy, don’t be afraid to hurt my feelings.  Just be honest with me.  I can take it.”

She took a deep breath.  How is it that a beautiful woman could look beautiful by simply inhaling the air around her?  “Okay, James.  Don’t take this the wrong way.  You’re actually a really nice guy.  But you’re not the type of guy I would ever consider spreading my legs for.”

The truth hit me so hard.  I just stood there.

Emboldened, Amy continued. “I swear I’m not trying to be mean or anything.  It’s just the truth.  You’re not an alpha male.  I don’t think you have it in you.”  I saw her eyes drift down momentarily; the implications clear, before she refocused on my face.  “I’m sorry,” she added.  “You’re a good guy and I want us to remain friends, but that’s it.”  With that she turned and walked abruptly away.

I probably should have left it at that.  Instead, I decided to get brave.  If Amy had the guts to make such a statement, I reasoned that be so quick to let things go.  After all, she happened to be right.  I was no alpha male.  I had certain tendencies that my readers are well aware of.

She was in the process of climbing into her BMW when I caught up to her again.  “What is it?” she said with a note of irritation in her voice, while at the same time focusing her sweet smile on me in an effort to be as kind as possible.

“I’m sorry to bug you again,” I said, somewhat breathless from chasing her.  “Look, you’re right,” I said.  My face turned red.  “If you have a moment, I have a confession to make.”

“A confession?” The corners of her mouth curled upwards in curiosity.

“I just wanted to say that you’re more perceptive than you let on.  You’re right.  I’m not an alpha male,” I stuttered.  “I more the submissive type.”

I was about to walk away until I saw the look on her face.  For the first time, her tense expression faded.  Her facial muscles relaxed and she gently nodded her head while her smile widened.  “I know,” she said.  “I could totally tell.  You are way too impressed with me.”

“I can’t help it,” I countered.  “You’re stunningly beautiful.”

She nodded her head in agreement and paused.  I expected the next words out of her mouth would be “Thank you.”  Instead she surprised me by saying, “I thought it was cute the way you fawned all over me.  It’s not a trait I’m really looking for in a real relationship, but I assume I can count on your loyalty, right?”  She raised her eyebrows challengingly at me.

“Absolutely,” I said.  In truth I wanted her to know she had more than my loyalty!  I would gladly clean the dirt from the soles of her high heels if she told me too.  Instead I said rather meekly, “Whatever you need, just ask.”

“Thank you,” she said.  “I will.”

I again prepared to walk away, but Amy stopped me again.  It was as though she suddenly realized the true intent of my commentary.  “Wait, James,” she said, smiling mischievously.  “Do you mean if I need ANYTHING at all I can count on you?”

This was getting interesting.  I could see the gears turning in her head as she began to realize my true intent.  It emboldened me.  “Amy, your wish is my command,” I said as earnestly as I could.  I bowed my head slightly in deference to her, a subtle indication to her that I consider her to be above me in the natural order of things.

Her laughter sent mixed signals.  Did she think I was just kidding, or did she realize now that I was submitting myself to her?  Her next comment left no doubt that it was the latter -  “Glad to know I can count on your [she paused] obedience.”  Her eyes locked on mine.  It was obvious to me she understood the situation to a tee.  She became confident and serious.  “Say, James, I’m curious.  Tell me.  After our dates were over, when you went home, did you like, touch yourself?”

“Yes, I did.”  I looked down at my feet.

I felt her finger tuck beneath my chin.  Just the feel of her touch sent a jolt through my body.  I felt a rapid swelling in my pants.  “Look at me when I talk to you,” she said with sweet, feminine authority.  This was perfect!

Our eyes met.  “It’s okay, James,” she said.  “I think it’s cute.”

“Really?”  I felt light-headed.

She laughed.  “Yeah.  I mean, it’s also gross.  And perverted.  But cute.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that.  She released me chin and our eyes locked again.  I stared into her deep brown eyes and was overwhelmed with the moment.  She looked as though she was analyzing me, but she also looked quite pleased with things.  She continued to stare and smile, letting her words sink in.

“I should probably get going,” she said, reaching into her Prada handbag and grasping the keys to her 330ix.

“Wait, Amy,” the words poured out of me. “I live five minutes from here.  Want to come over and I’ll show you what I did after each of our dates.  You don’t have to take any clothing off.  You can sit comfortably on my couch and watch me.  It would be my way of honoring you.”

Amy took a deep breath and a step away.  She laughed nervously.  “Wait, let me get this straight.  You want me to come over so you can masturbate while I watch?” she had a note of incredulity to her voice.

“I’m sorry,” I said.  “Forget it.”

Amy appeared to catch herself.  She smiled so sweetly I wanted to melt.  Her eyes drifted down again where she no doubt caught site of my tented groin.  “James,” she said laughing and putting her hand over her mouth, then removing it.  “You know, it’s okay.  Don’t feel bad.  I totally understand where you’re coming from.  And I’m touched.  A little bit grossed out, but touched.”

“It would be a great honor, ma’am.” I said, lowering my voice.

Amy laughed.  “No, you can’t call me ma’am.  I’ll tell you what, James.  From now on if nobody else is around you can call me ‘Miss Amy.’  I think that conveys an appropriate amount of respect.”

“Yes Miss Amy,” I said.  “Thank you, Miss Amy.”

Amy looked down at her tiny wristwatch.  “Okay, this is getting a little bit weird,” she said.  “I have to go now.”

“You know I would never lay a finger on you, right?” I said.

“Of course I know that,” she laughed.

I stood there, red-faced while she got into her car.  I waited until she was buckled up and she turned and looked at me.  I waved meekly.  Amy responded by blowing a quick kiss, smiling knowingly, and then driving away.

**********

The parking-lot interaction with beautiful, sweet Amy was I could think about for the next few days.  I saw her in school from time to time, but she was busy and never made any time to talk with me.  I figured that she had her fun and was moving on with those alpha males she apparently was more interested in.  It was really disappointing to me because I was sure we had established some sort of innate understanding and she had seemed to enjoy herself.  Still, as the days went by, my hopes for additional encounters faded.

Then, on a Thursday afternoon, I was sitting outside the school hall smoking a butt.  Suddenly, to my great joy, Amy was there.  She had snuck up behind me.  She wore an incredibly sexy maroon-colored, velvet mini, matching heels, and a tight blouse that wrapped smartly around her svelte upper-body curves.

“Smoking is bad for you,” she said.

“Oh, hi Amy.” I blurted.

“What happened to Miss Amy?” she teased, good-naturedly.

“Hi Miss Amy,” I said.  My heart began beating faster.

“Remember the other day when you said, “Your wish is my command,” said Amy.

“Of course,” I said.

“Well, I command you to stop smoking.” She put her hands on her hips.  Goddamn was she smoking hot!

“Okay, I’ll stop,” I said.

“It’s what I want, so I think you should stop.  Unless you’re not true to your word.”  She raised her eyebrows.

“If it’s what you want, then I have no choice,” I said, heart rate skyrocketing.

“No choice,” she smiled.  “I like that.”  I could see the gears were once again turning in her pretty head.  She was mustering up the courage to say something.  I waited patiently until she delivered the words I was hoping for.  “I actually don’t have class for three hours,” she said.  “I was meeting Professor McClure about my start-up.  So I was thinking, since I have some time and don’t feel like going all the way home, what say we head over to your place?  I want to take you up on your offer from the other day.”  She focused those teasing eyes on me before delivering the knockout blow – “I figure I could use a good laugh.”

I had all I could do to keep from coming in my pants on the spot!  The way she was so casual about the whole thing.  So confident.  So breezy!  She sat on the low concrete wall next to me and crossed her legs seductively.  She dangled her red high heel in front of me and raised those eyebrows.

She followed me to my little apartment.  I was shaking with excitement.  This was too much!  Once inside, she sat on the couch while I poured her a glass of water.  When I returned with the glass, she had opened my laptop computer, which was on the coffee table next to the couch and had turned it on.

“I want to see what kind of websites you visit,” she said, flashing a smile at me.  Then, noticing a sour look of concern on my face, she added, “Oh relax, James.  For our relationship to be – how should I put this – effective, you can’t be keeping any secrets from me.  Why don’t you take your clothes off while I check your Internet history,” she said, not taking her eyes off the screen.  “Mine stay ON,” she added, in case there was any doubt.

While I disrobed in my bedroom, I heard her voice in the other room.  “When you’re ready, come kneel in front of me, okay?”

“Yes, Miss Amy,” said hoarsely.

Amy stared bluntly at my crotch as I reentered the room in my birthday suit.  She made me turn around, so she could get a nice view.  She whistled condescendingly before saying.  “Gosh, you’re hairy, but overall not bad.  Let me get a good look at your penis.  Stick it out.”

I kneeled down and front of her as her eyes studied my prized organ.  She nodded her head as though it was confirming something she previously suspected.  I figured she might comment on my lack of size.  After all, I’m not the most well endowed.  I’d guess I’m five inches on my hardest day.

Instead she said, “Don’t you think you ought to get some tissue so you don’t make a mess on your carpet?”

“Yes Miss Amy.”  And I was off to the bathroom and back again in a matter of seconds.

When I returned, she resumed her visual examination of my groin.  Finally, she shuffled her little butt on my couch until she was satisfied with her positioning.  “Okay, you can play with it, but I don’t want you to cum yet.  If you cum without my permission, I’ll leave and we’ll never do this again.  Clear?”

Once I began stroking, Amy turned her eyes back to the history files on the Internet.  She had uncrossed her legs and now sat, perfectly poised, high heels together as she leaned forward and clicked the mouse pad with her slender fingers.  Occasionally she glanced at me and smiled while shaking her head in mock disapproval.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, she sat up, turned slightly toward me and used both hands to put her hair behind her shoulders.  “I have to say, James, and don’t take this the wrong way because you ARE a nice guy.  But you’re also a complete penis pumping jerkoff, aren’t you?”  She burst into laughter at her own joke.

“Yes Miss Amy.”

She pushed her hair back from her head again and focused in on me.  “The girls at school always try to predict who are the studs and who are the jerks.  You were the subject of much debate.  Me and Tina were totally right.  Lucy, Emily, and Michelle were wrong.  I can’t wait to tell them all!”

“Please don’t,” I said, panic suddenly enveloping me.

“Relax, James.”  She stood and smoothed her skirts.  “It’s our little secret.  But I want to make you suffer a bit.  Only because I can.  I feel like some frozen yogurt.  Stop masturbating, put your clothes back on, and let’s go.”

I held the door for Amy, and took the wheel.  On the way to the store, Amy laid down some groundwork for what was to become the nature of our relationship.  “You know, James.  I’m a busy girl.  Between school and my start-up, it’s hard for me to find time to shop for groceries, clean my condo and run errands.  I could really use a good gopher boy.”  There wasn’t the slightest bit of sarcasm in her voice.  She was dead serious.

I took a deep breath.  “I can totally be that person, Miss Amy.”

“Good.  I will appreciate the help.  Now you do realize everything will be 100% on my terms.  I will ignore you for weeks at a time.  Then I might need you for several days in a row.  Who knows, right?  You should never call me for any reason.  Ever.  Got it?”

“Yes Miss Amy.”

“Good.  I will call you when and if I need you.  You should be ready to do whatever I need you to on a moment’s notice.  Understand?”

“I understand.”

“Good.”  She pondered, clearly quite pleased with the arrangement she’d just dictated to me.  “How do your balls feel right now?”

“They are so sore, Miss Amy.”

She giggled.  “I think I like them that way.  Tell me, why are they so sore?”

I blushed, not sure what to say.

“It’s okay,” she encouraged me in a soothing, feminine voice that made my balls ache even more.  She put her hand on my thigh.  “I need to hear it.  Tell me why your balls are so sore, James.”

This was an important moment between us.  I struggled to get the words out.  “Because you’re so beautiful.  You are dressed so nicely.  You smell so nice.  Your body is so,” I paused.  “Incredible.”

Amy listened intently before responding.  “I really have you?  Don’t I?  Tell me, what part of my body makes your balls the sorest?”

I knew the answer, but was afraid of saying it for fear of making Amy uncomfortable.

She smiled, narrowing her eyes.  “Go ahead, James.  I want you to say it.  Don’t be shy.  Which of my female body parts makes your penis the hardest, and your balls the sorest?”  She squeezed my thigh and slid her pinkie down to the edge of my groin.

“Your vagina,” I mouthed, amazed at Amy’s confidence.  “Every part of your body is perfect, but your vagina is the center of your, uh, power.  But your feet also…those high heels.  I just want to worship them for you.”

Amy giggled again.  “Good to know.”  She sighed with pleasure.  “You’re like totally be in heaven, having a babe like me boss you around, huh?

“Yes Miss Amy.”

“Good.  Get used to it then.  Because I could really use the free help, and I’m more than willing to use you for my personal gain.  Are you okay with that?”

“Yes Miss Amy.”

“Just so you know, I won’t feel the least bit sorry for you when I make you do menial chores for me.  And I especially won’t be sorry about sexually humiliating you since you obviously enjoy being dominated by women so much.”  She laughed at the windshield in front of her and sighed contemplatively.

“This makes this an ideal relationship for the both of us then.  I get your total servitude and you get the pleasure of serving a higher power.”

The ice cream shop was excruciating.  Miss Amy ordered a small strawberry frozen yogurt.  Then she made me sit there across from her while she slurped down the frozen treat seductively, her little tongue darting out and sliding its way around the cone.  “Try not to cum in your pants please, James,” she said, wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

She insisted we hold hands on the way back to the car (“you can pretend you’re really my stud muffin”).  Amy took her middle finger and massaged the inside of my palm with it, laughing the whole time.  My nuts had become so sore I had to squeeze my legs together on the ride home, a detail that did not escape the observant Amy.  “I don’t understand guys like you at all,” she said.  “All I have to do is be near you and look at you,” she laughed.

When we got back to my place, she decided to take pity on me.  “I don’t want you to think I’m a bitch,” she said.  “I think you’ll find me to be a perfectly fair master.”  She paused to let that word sink in.  “I think you deserve a reward for your obedience.  My class isn’t for another hour.  Let’s go back inside and give you some needed frustration relief.  How does that sound?”

“Great, Miss Amy!”

“I thought you’d like that, slave boy.”  Her patronizing look of superiority was priceless.  We both felt it.  We both knew it.

Back inside, Amy permitted me to take my clothing off again and kneel before her.  She was totally at ease with her new role as she slid one of her high heels beneath my open legs so that the tip of it was pressed just below my anus.  The front of her narrow ankle pressed up on my sore nuts and caused them to splay lewdly apart from one-another.  “Does that hurt?” she asked.

“No, Miss Amy.”

“How about this then.”  She took her foot back and gave me a decent kick in the nuts.” I grunted, and she smiled.  “That felt good.  I could use a few more of those, but maybe some other time, when you aren’t as obedient as today.”  She pulled her foot back and placed it next to her other foot.  “Tell me when you’re going to lose it, James.”

“I’m going to lose it, Miss Amy!” I said ten seconds later.

She laughed.  “Your face is turning all red.  I wish I had a mirror.  Shoot your mess in the tissue like I know you’ve been wanting to.”

I proceeded to do just that.  This particularly intense orgasm lasted almost a minute.  I came so hard I went momentarily cross-eyed.

“Wow,” she said.  “That was quite a tribute.”  Her smile lit up the room.

“Thank…you…miss…Amy,” I panted.

Before I could catch my breath, Amy put her hand on my shoulder.  “I think it’s time we test your loyalty, James.  Since you didn’t get to have any ice cream, I think it’s only fair that you get to eat a milkshake,” she waited for me to comprehend where she was coming from.

I didn’t really like the idea.  Amy was so perceptive that she could sense my reluctance.  “Oh, come now, James.  It’ll be good for you.  A special protein shake.  You DO want to please me, don’t you James?”  Amy did something absolutely incredible.  She pointed directly at her crotch, the small rise in her mini-skirt just below her belt.  “You DO want to please IT, don’t you?”  Her voice was not at all unkind.  It was firm, feminine and coaxing.

“Yes Miss Amy,” I was forced to admit as I felt the power of her words and actions, and weakness came over me.

“Good.  Hand me your protein shake.  I want to personally feed it to you.”

I did as I was instructed.

“I think this is a wonderful sign of my complete superiority, don’t you?  This way you get to do something disgusting that you don’t want to do, just to please me.  Now, open wide and stick out your tongue.

In case there was any doubt whatsoever of the situation I was in, Amy reached gently down between my legs with her free hand and gathered up my balls like a pair of grapes.  I felt the pressure increase until I felt a dull pain in my stomach.

“Now, lean forward a bit.  Show me how eager you are to please me!  That’s it!  Show me how much you want to eat your load, James. [Speaking directly in my ear]  Slurp it up.  And chew it on it a bit.  Open wide so I can see.  There we go.  Perfect.”

I gobbled up my snack like a starving boy from a third world country who hadn’t had nourishment in several days.  Amy didn’t let up.  “Make sure you eat every last squirt.  Perfect.”  She placed the toilet tissue down on the table, while continuing to grip my balls.  With the hand that had been holding the tissue she took my chin.  “I think sperm is probably quite healthy,” she said.  “What do you think?”

“I don’t know, Miss Amy.” I said.  The truth was I was in the middle of the most intense sexual experience of my life.  My mind wasn’t working.

“I think it has to be really healthy,” she said, clearly mocking me with her silly self-debate.  There’s got to be tons of protein and nutrients in all that semen I just made you eat.  You should really thank me.  I just fed you a well-balanced diet.  It’s probably better than the crap you usually eat.”  She laughed triumphantly in my face.

For the first time since our encounter, I saw a sign of Amy’s bitchy side, as she effectively closed the deal on our relationship.  With elation blended with dread, it hit me – in a matter of an afternoon, Amy had proven herself to be a divine, young dominant Woman.  “Thank you, Miss Amy,” I said.  Tears of joy formed in the corners of my eyes.

Amy pointed down to her vagina again, still nestled out of view.  “You need to thank it as well,” she said, elevating her voice.  “Say ‘Thanks Amy’s vagina!”

“Thanks Amy’s vagina!”

“It says you’re welcome!” Amy said.  She released my balls and stood, dusting her hands off after the completion of a job well done.  She checked her watch.  “Oh, looks like I’m late for class.”

“How are we today?”

She was wearing her white coat.

“I got pain in my cunny again.”

“Let me see.”

She spread me wide.

“Are you still getting painful constant arousal?

“Yes, all the time, I hate it!”

“You have a swollen clitoris. It is terribly swollen, it indicates you have an illness that I must treat. You need orgasm and then some desensitisation treatment to stop your inconvenient feelings of constant arousal.”

She wheeled a trolley next to the bed and I gave a groan of alarm as I saw the array of instruments – this was new to me, there were medical clamps and scalpels and a suture kit, cutting equipment and things I did not even recognise. Then to my alarm her nurse came into the room. She looked between my legs at my naked groin and then smiled at me as she put on a surgical mask.

My doctor patted my arm as she lifted a hypodermic needle.

“You are going to have an operation, my love. A real one, a drastic one.  I sent the results of you examination to a colleague of mine and they were able to confirm that your clitoris is over sensitive, that it will continue to swell and ultimately become irrevocably infected without intervention.”

“What kind of intervention?”

By now I was scared, the nurse was strapping my ankles securely into stirrups and taping my wrists to my sides. My lover was now my Doctor and taking charge of the situation, this was not a game and her expression was grave.

“The pain you have been getting in your clitoris is indicative of the most serous form of clitoriditis I have ever seen. I gave you an enema this morning was part of your prep, it was not play. I did not want to tell you the bad news until it was time to take you to theatre.”

I wanted to panic but the injection made me drowsy. I was not so drowsy that I was unaware, and I could still move, but ll the fear was gone. I understood I had to have an operation on my cunny and my lover was going to perform it.

The nurse was helping her with her gown and gloves. I watched as they both donned surgical garb. My legs were relaxing in the stirrups and I gave a tiny whimper as the nurse slid in a catheter, but as the amber liquid flowed from my bladder a sense of peace came over me – I was in their hands now and I had to have surgery on the most sensitive part of my body. My lover had remarked the first time she had licked me that my clit had seemed ‘rather large and red’ but now I understood why she had insisted on all the private examinations when the clinic was shut, why she had made notes on all the clitoral pain I had experienced. She had guessed I had a condition. She knew I needed an operation and she was the best person to do it. My ankles were released from the stirrups and my legs were placed closed, although there was a gap now the tube protruded from my labia. I was covered with a small sheet and then wheeled down the corridor. The clinic was empty but all the lights were on and as I watched my lover wheeling me she looked down.

“It will be alright.”She promised me, “You have to be a brave girl.”

To my shame my fetish was taking over and I felt wetness sliding out of me, even making my catheter rub in a pleasant way.

This all changed when we entered the operating theatre. I was placed on the tale under the bright lights, an IV was put in my arm and my legs were opened, the table positioned and once again I was in stirrups, this time with my knees bent high and wide apart and the heat from the light beating down on that painful red organ that was swollen up despite everything. My lover looked at me sadly.

“You condition has been linked to abnormal brain patterns as well as hormones, for that reason I have to attach some monitor wires to your scalp for the duration of your treatment so these can be studied later for abnormalities. For this reason, I have to shave your head clean.I am so sorry.”

“No!” I shouted, but the nurse who had stood behind me simply lifted my ponytail and sliced through it. I started to cry as she switched on a small white hand held shaver and switched it on. She placed the blades at the front of my head and shaved a strip, leaving the centre of my head with a bald stripe. Then she did it again, and again, shaving me bit by bit, as each tress fell away, she lifted it free and dropped it into a bag marked ‘medical waste’. The nurse continued to shave me despite my sobs. She paused to use a cool hand to briefly brush the tears from my face.

She looked at the doctor as she held up my ponytail.

“Is this for disposal?”

“No, keep it, she might want it after the op.” my lover replied, “So she can remember her hair.”

They were talking over me as if I was barely there. Then my lover looked down at me.”Please, nooooo…”I begged weakly but she just spoke softly to me.

“I have had to make the decision for you to submit you to clitoral surgery and neurological monitoring. Your condition means you must have this operation and lose your hair as part of the treatment. You will have the best care, my love.”

The nurse seemed fascinated as she picked up the pack of ready to use wax strips.

“ShallI do the scalp wax now doctor?”

“Yes, at once.” My lover replied.

The nurse began to keenly press the strips down and then pull them off, a press and rip sensation that hurt but as my head was waxed it was the loss of my hair that made me cry mostly. My lover watched, still looking at me with compassion. When the nurse had thrown away the last of the wax along with the last trace of my hair she took a cool cloth and wiped over my head.The cloth glided over and she paused again to wipe off my tears. Then she took the top off strong smelling glue. My Doctor had taken a marker pen and was dotting positions on my hairless head.

“Be careful with that, nurse – it bonds in seconds.”

My lover lifted up a dish containing small silver discs. There were about a dozen of them.

She spoke t me slowly and clearly in case I was drowsy from the tranquilizer injection.

“These discs will stay bonded to your bare head for a month after your operation, they will fall off after that, they are to transmit your brainwaves to a remote unit. Your head has been waxed so you have no regrowth for at least two months, my love.”

I was past crying now.My hair was gone and that was it. I knew I was facing genital surgery of a serious nature and I lay there, looking up while the doctor and the nurse prepared the instruments and talked over me.

The nurse looked down between my legs.

“It’s a shame, your girlfriends got a lovely pussy.”

“Yes but see how engorged the clitoris is?”

My lips were splayed open sharply.

The nurse peered down.”Looks like its going to burst! It should not be that purplish colour around the hood, either. She must have found orgasm very painful.”

“She did.”

My lover parted my buttocks and invited the nurse to share the inspection.

“The rectum is shockingly tight, too. She’s bled after passing motions several times. I gave her a rectal as part of our bedroom play and I knew she had a lot of problems in the area – its all linked and it all needs surgery. We she wakes up, after the pain is gone, she will feel like a new woman.”

“How will she cope with her new look down there? And what about her hair? It might never recover enough for the roots to grow back.”

My lover leaned down and smiled at me kindly.

“I shall still love you the same.”She told me, “Hair or no hair!”

I blinked, tried to speak but my Doctor was gluing cold metal sensors to my smooth head and they felt chilly and the glue stung, then tightened as metal set against my newly exposed flesh. The nurse took up a hypodermic. She hovered between my legs, her other hand holding my labia open.

“Do we need to restrain her any further, Doctor?”

“No.”my doctor replied, “She is well tied by the restraints.”

The she leaned over me.

“I am going to give you an orgasm, my love, I know the nurse is present and you are in pain but please try not to feel ashamed, it is important we record your brainwaves during pre-operative orgasm.”

My doctor and lover stood between my spread legs. She glanced at the nurse.

“Keep watching the monitor and make sure brainwaves are recorded. This won’t take long, that poor clitoris of hers is about to burst!”

Doctor lowered her mask then dipped her head between my legs. She hovered above my shaven pubis for a moment, taking a last look before surgery.

“I’m going to lick that juicy cunny of yours.” She told me.

Then she kissed my pubic mound, before spreading me wide and taking a long, tender lick. The sensation of her tongue on my swollen rosebud seemed to grate and I gave a moan of pain. But pleasure throbbed also and she sucked on the reddening organ, licking sucking, pressing down as her tongue worked hard.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhh aaa  mmmmmmmm..mmm aaah!”

I was twitching and groaning, my voice echoing around the operating theatre. The nurse was studying the spikes on the monitor, which she began to print off.

My lover watched as my cunny twitched for the last time, then she wiped me clean, something that made me whine as the cloth scraped my clitoris, the organ was still huge and refusing to calm down. She took a brush and began to paint my groin with iodine, every stroke tickled despite the pain and as she glanced at me I managed a smile.

“That’s it, good girl.” She said.

Then she opened me wide and the brush soaked in bright iodine found its way into every crack and crevice – I groaned as she pained first my clitoral hood and then under it, before the brush went lower still and stung my inner flesh. She gave the brush a good soak in the iodine and painted around my rectum, then stuck the brush inside and twirled it for good measure.

Then she looked at me.

“Are you still aware, my daring? Nod your head for Yes.”

I nodded.

She lifted a pair of what looked like dainty silver tongs.

“Nurse, I want you to watch this.” She said aloud, “This is known as clitoral stretching and desensitisation. Its important  pre surgery , just to ensure the blood does not become too engorged.”

She held up the tongs and showed me.

“Take a deep breath.”

The tongs went between my legs, she positioned them slowly and carefully, then snapped them shut brutally. They locked with a click and my clitoris was trapped. She began to tug and pull on the tongs, from my position on the tale I could see my clit being stretched and crushed like a long piece of meat.  The nurse watched in fascination.

“How painful is it?” My doctor asked me.

My mouth as open but at first I could not find breath. Then she clamped the tongs shut even tighter.

“Aaaaaa eeeeeeeee aaaaah oooooooow!”

My voice was a high pitched scream.

“There there.” MY lover said casually and offered the tongs to the nurse.

“May I?”

“Yes, tug hard and then rotate left then right and pull again.”

“Thank you!”

The nurse obeyed her.

“Aaaaarrrghhh ooo oh oh noooo aaaaah!”

I fought to take a breath.

“Almost over.” My lover said to me, “Be brave, you are doing so well my dear.”

“It’s rather like tenderising a piece of meat.” My Doctor added, taking the tongs from the nurse, “The clitoris actually extends four inches into the body. It’s best that we draw as much of it out as we can. Check the print out to record her pain stats.”

The nurse went back over to the machine and watched.

“Once more.” Doctor said, then pulled on the tongs. I felt a sharp tug deep in my groin as if everything inside had been jerked outwards. I breathed in sharp and was grateful for the oxygen over my face. I stared upwards at the lights for a moment, pain stunning me. Then she pulled again.

“ieeeeeeeeee…ooooooowwwwwww…oooooo-oooo n-n-naaaa–noo -no- no-! “

I  gasped for air and looking down saw my clitoris as a glowing red bulb locked in tongs, swollen even larger than I had ever suffered it and the length of it resembling a small penis about three inches long.

She twisted the tongs again, twistng left and right. Tears ran down my face.

“MMMMmmmmmm….mmmm….aaaaaaa!”

As she caught the look in my eyes my lover stopped.

“Have you crossed into a brief sensation of pleasure?”

I nodded.

“Nurse.”

The nurse left the machine and came over. Her eyes widened as she saw how much of my clitoris hand been pulled upwards.

“Hold the tongs.” She ordered her, “My poor darling has some arousal remaining. I want to make her come again.”

Then she lowered her voice.

“It IS her last one.”

While the nurse held the tongs, my lover paced a thumb and forefinger either side of my blood red clit. Se began to rub frantically, until her glovedhand became a blur.

I came at once.

“OOOhhhh….aaaaaaaah aahhh AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHH MMMMMMMMM OOOOooo ohhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Then I relaxed, pleasure fading as the sensation of my clit being pulled came back, although by now the tip was numb.

I felt something run down my face, I realised I was sweating but my lack of hair meant it just ran onto me. My Doctor wiped my face and head.

“I have to give you a large injection in the pubis.”She informed me, “I am so sorry if it is painful Count to ten and your pubis will be numb.”

I nodded dumbly, bracing for the needle but as it dug in and the nurse slid the needle deep into the bone beneath my clit, I gave a weak yell, then as the pain throbbed and she pulled the needle out, my lover, still masked, cupped my face and looked into my eyes.

“Count with me – two, three four, five six…”

“Seven, eight.” I said weakly, then I felt the pain melt. I was aware of a prodding sensation but felt little else.

“Can she feel that?” The nurse asked.

My doctor shook her head.

“Shes numb and hazy, good work, Nurse, that needle hit the spot. Numb the rectal area, please.”

I was aware of a gloved hand that seemed to rummage between my buttocks, the I realised the nurse was applying thick white cream both internally and externally which she covered with a dressing and the taped to me. The way I was spread with all holes on show meant the dressing just sat there with ease, while I felt my ass turn to ice.

An oxygen mask was placed over my face.

“It is time, my darling. Be brave.”

As I looked into the eyes of my lover I got the oddest wish that I could spread my legs even wider. I glanced down towards my groin and looked back at her and smiled.

She seemed to understand, patting my bare pubis.

“I know, I know.”She assured me, “It will soon be over.”

Then she covered her mouth again and turned to the nurse who showed her the results of my first brain wave recording. She nodded to her and ordered her to clamp me wide open. If felt nothing but more tugging as I was clamped. The nurse stood beside her, watching with intense interest. I noticed The tongs were back but now I did not care as I was numb. She grasped the end of my stretched clit and held it up.

“Fascinating.” The nurse said. My lover was carefully examining my clamped, stretched clitoris. She looked up at me.

“Your clitoris IS diseased.” She told me, “I am sure that after surgery there will be no more problems but you do know what this means, don’t you?”

I smiled in an understanding way as I recalled all the times she had mock examined me and threatened to ‘cut it off’. This was it, it was real and strangely I felt very aroused by the idea.

“Are you going to remove my clit?” I said slowly and weakly.

She nodded.”And the hood, and the inner labia. I’m so very sorry.”

I managed to smile.

“Operate on me Mistress.” I said, words were slurring.

The nurse glanced at the Doctor and I saw a trace of arousal in her eyes as she realised her Doctor and boss was my mistress and about to cut off my clit and not only this but I wanted it. My Doctor lifted a scalpel.

She looked intently at me.

“I’m going to slit the hood and remove it, then cut off the inner labia and remove the clitoris last of all.” She advised me.But all I could see was the eyes of my beautiful woman doctor.

“I love you.” I said dozily, “Take my clit, cut my cunny…”

“She’s under enough for us to proceed.” My doctor said.

She lowered the scalpel and began to cut.

Moments later she drew back a blood stained knife and demanded the nurse suction the area. She wiped me again and applied another clamp, then as the nurse held out a silver kidney dish, she dropped apiece of bloody flesh into it.

“That was your hood.” She told me.

She took a fine needle and began to sew, it was a slow procedure but the nurse watched with her eyes wide.

“We are we performing clitoridectomy?”

“After labia removal.”

She took a tiny pair of forceps and gripped my left labia. Then she took up miniature heated cutters, as she did so they bleeped and she nodded.

“That means they are at the right temperature.”

She held my inner fold tightly with one hand and clipped with the other.The room was filled with the smell of burning and and a sound with each clip as if chicken skin was being cut.

As she repeated it the other side I saw the nurse eagerly position the bowl to receive the flesh. As the Doctor dropped it in she paused to look at it, seeming fascinated by an amputated labia and clit hood.

“Keep the hood and the labia minora in the bowl and get another for the clitoris.”She told the nurse, “They have to be sent to the lab as separate tissue samples because the clitoris is an organ.”

The nurse nodded, placing the bloody bowl to one side and eagerly selecting another, larger gleaming bowl which she hovered between my legs with, watching my lover work with eagerly gleaming eyes. My lover looked into my eyes.

“I’m taking your clitoris right out.” She told me”There may be a few nerve endings left behind and as soon as you are healed i will be down there between all you have left to give you the remains of pleasure, but your clitoris MUST be removed and it is happening now. I will put on the clamp first.”

The nurse stood behind me and ran her latex covered hands over my bald head.

“Stay calm.” She was reassuring me, “It wont take long. Once your clit is gone you will have no more pain or disease. You’ll be nice and clean and you will look lovely. I rather think the bald look suits you.”

My doctor looked up from my groin and smiled.

“I think my nurse finds you attractive with your hairless look. I certainly do. Remember I said I’d always wanted to shave your head?”

I smiled and nodded.

As my lover drew her hands away from my groin I saw they were heavily blood stained.

“Is…the..clamp on?” I said weakly.

She nodded.

“The clamp is on firmly.”

Then she gripped the handle of the tongs so hard I saw muscles flex in her arms. She drew the tongs upwards and pulled even harder. I saw my clit as a thick, red, swollen piece of meat gleaming by the surgical light and stained with iodine. She slid the heated blades down low, I felt pressure as she dug into the pubic bone.

“Here we are.” She announced, then closed the blades.

It happened fast, she released the blade as burning filled the room and the wide eyed nurse stared at the clitoris that was dropped into the kidney bowl. My lover picked up another suture kit and began to sew quickly, she moved my catheter as she worked and I guessed she was tidying me up.

“I want to keep the outer labia intact.”She explained to me as she worked, “Purely for my preference, so I get a lovely surprise when I part the lips and see a lovely thin scar ad a pee hole and a vagina.”

I smiled through my mask.

As she finished stitching she changed her gloves and ordered the nurse to cover my pubis. The nurse carefully dressed me covering the whole of my cunny but leaving a gap for the catheter to poke through. Once it was all taped up  she took the ass dressing off and wiped off the excess cream.

“Are you still awake?”

My lover was leaning over me.

I nodded.

“I’m going to give you a rectal muscle stretch.”

I smiled lazily, now longing for sleep.

I was aware of a vague prodding, then my bowel filled with liquid.

“It’s important to flood the rectum with lubricant.” She said to the nurse.

“Hold her buttocks WIDE apart for me, please!”

As I lay there I laughed in my drugged state as I heard a squelch and a pop, then another squelch as her hand worked in and out of me, I could feel my body sliding up and down despite the restraints.

“Now I can get one hand in, I’m going to slowly insert the other.”

She talked to the nurse like a teacher as she elongated her other hand. The nurse nodded and watched, she was clearly thrilled to be a witness to such radical surgery and I had no complaints. She held my buttocks wide, bracing them open. My Doctor pushed in her other hand. I felt a vague slopping inside, a popping and slurping that made me giggle through my mask. As she took both hands out  trapped wind popped out loudly like a series of sharp snaps. And I laughed even harder, as I realised I was bald, catheterised, circumcised and now farting loudly while my lover and a nurse tore me a new ass.

“That was a loud one.” The nurse remarked.

I laughed again. I could feel my face reddening all the way up to my bald head.

“Good thing I cleaned you out this morning.” My lover said playfully, “It’s just a big, big fart, calm down, my dear. Almost done.”

She slid her hands back into my ass.

“Now I’m going to do the interesting part.”

The nurse was still holding me open.

“Stretch her hole with your fingers?”

“Slide both hands in, grip both sides of the anal opening and pull -”

My lover grunted with the effort, she was literally pulling my ass apart. The nurses eyes widened as her hands pulled until my hole yawned like a gaping black pit.

“She’s tearing.”

“Scissors.”

The nurse handed her the scissors.

“I’m snipping both sides at the top and the bottom of the rectal opening much like a vaginal episiotomy.”

She handed the bloody scissors back to the nurse. Then she smiled at me.

“When you are healed my hands will slide in and out of you, my love.”

“Have I still got an ass?” I asked lazily.

“A very loose one.”

She took a wide tube. It was clear plastic and looked more like a pipe than any kind of catheter. It slid in with a slurp and a pop and then she took up a needle and thread.

“I’ll now sew the new rectal opening to the width of the pipe to ensure a wide hole.”As she was tying off the last stitch I felt a rumble and another fart exploded from me.

“Thats quite enough!” My Doctor said and  showed me a long, thick rubber tube. She inserted it high into my rectum, way past the support that held open my ass.

“No more farts for a while!”She teased me, then she kissed my brow.

“All over now.”

I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

When I woke up I was high on pain relief but my Doctor lover showed me a mirror and when I saw my bald head, still with the sensors glued to it, I swore I felt a tingle somewhere in the region of where my clit used to be. She told me she had left a small cluster of nerves behind so that with much stimulation I would still have orgasm sensations – with her help, of course. Then she took the dressing off. It was a neat scar, I marvelled at the way the thin line was so tightly stitched.  wo weeks later the results came back from pathology and revealed my clitoris and other tissues were actually healthy. I said to my lover i had become bald, circumcised and had my ass wrecked for nothing, but the she smiled and asked me if I liked the result. I had t admit I could hardly complain because I had masturbated ver it so many times in bed with her.

“I love it.” I told her.

She planted a kiss on my pubis, spread my labia and licked my scar.  The pillow felt cool against my bald head and I sighed as her hands slid in and out of my ass. And as I was still recovering in her clinic, the nurse watched everything,her own hand toying with something I didn’t have any more – a clitoris. My lover asked if she could play with it n fro of me and I said yes, then my toes curled as the Doctors expert finger hit a small bundle of nerves where my clit used to be and the nurse stopped masturbating to take the brain wave reading from the machine beside my bed.

I came to think of her as my masturbation nurse and welcomed her assistance when my lover played with me.

Six weeks later I went home with my lover and found my modified body made our love life better than ever. And my hair did not row back. That was something that excited both of us, and even the nurse, who made regular visits once a week to enhance my ‘check ups’.

And that is the story of how my lesbian doctor lover changed my life forever.

I remain her bald patient and lover and have a beautiful scar between my legs that I think of as a work of art.

That day we were doing a nude study rendering of the same ballerina/paid model I had drawn many times, and who most every other guy in the class wanted to nail, but whom I detested. Toward the end of the class, as the instructor walked around behind us, evaluating our progress, when he saw my rendering, he immediately walked over and snatched it up, and raised it for all to view.

“It seems like some here weren’t sure who the intended subject for the assignment was, and drew the wrong model.”

As the laughter became louder around the room, I sat with my eyes fixed on Suzie, who’s eyes had widened, and whose face had turned a deep blush.

“I drew the best model available in this room, as any decent artist would.” I replied.

The sketch was a fully naked, blond, rather precise rendition of Suzie, in the same pose as the brunette ballerina had taken, but embellished with Suzie’s curvaceous sexiness, so when I glanced at the ballerina, sure enough, I saw her glaring at me. By then the rest of the class had fallen out laughing.

Sure enough, after class, Suzie came over to inquire if she could have the sketch…or a copy of it.

“That was some little stunt you pulled in there” she said laughing.

I gave her a wry grin and replied, “That ballerina makes me tired. What she needs is a good hard whipping.”

(it was because she loved twisting herself up into a pretzel every class, being excessively flexible, and as any artist knows, it’s hard enough to just draw someone’s weight-shift and shadowing properly if they’re just casually standing, leaning against a pole.)

Susie’s eyes widened and she said “From the way you said that I almost think you’d do it too.”

“In a heartbeat” I said, “nothing new for me”

“You’re kidding right?” she stared with an intensity I almost thought she might be finding it a turn-on. I just looked back at her, deep in her eyes then, but by the time I looked away, she knew I wasn’t joking.

Though I’d made up my mind to not let her have the picture, I found myself utterly enchanted while looking into those big green eyes, and was amazed to hear myself saying;

“I drew it for you, but we have to get a proper frame and mat for it first.”

So it was on this lame pretense I managed to entice her back to my apartment I shared with 2 other girls I worked with, and was very close friends with, platonically, as my own preference. Despite some tension with them by seeing the likes of Suzie walk in, she and I sort of hit it off, and I soon found myself listening to her complaints and concerns about her boyfriend, as we hung out and chatted after art class on my stupid waterbed, smoking pot.

By the 4th visit, we had become intimate friends, but she had flatly refused me now 3 times in long steamy chats on my bed, wearing those miniskirts, and having no qualms about her good buddy – me, seeing up her dress yet again. Catching her naked in my shower handing in the towel, she didn’t flinch, smiled, and asked if I “liked her ass?”

“Hmmm, I need to come do a more thorough exam”, wiggling my fingers “Mind?”

She giggled and pushed me back, and said;

“I wouldn’t, but your hands are dirty, and I’m all clean”

Fucking pastels from drawing class!

Then, next visit, I was over-zealous, and after running my hand up her thigh, saying “fire-truck” jokingly, she got upset, stood up, and said,

“STOP!, Dont be an ass! I want you too, but I wont cheat, and I’m not trying to tease you, but I know I do, and I know you like it, and I like that you do. Guess I can’t come anymore!!

“I don’t want that” I said.

“Obviously”, she said wryly, letting her eyes drift down to the large bulge of wood in my pants. “I’m so sorry” she said sincerely, and “it’s just as hard for me.”

“How so?” said I caustically.

She stood up again, lifted her mini skirt, pulled her panties down and for the first time ever said “Go ahead, feel” she was visibly dewy but I felt anyway, and said;

“Liar, hard my ass, you’re dripping wet.” she laughed the most tear filled, cutest laugh ive ever heard, and asked,

“Don’t either of your pretty roommates have sex with you?”

“I haven’t, and won’t, but I doubt even you believe that one,” I said, “…since they’ve cost me 3 really cute girlfriends already, but it’s platonic.”

She had yet to push my hand from her wet, blond patch, surrounded by tanned skin the like of which I’d never seen. Finally, there was her G-spot. No wonder her stupid boy friend couldn’t get her off…way up deep. Yes…she began heavy sighing and asked,

“What on earth are you doing?”

Joe, (her bf, who didn’t seem to care if she ever came she’d complained) She came after only 5 or so minutes….first time with a man (I learned later)…came again..(love it when honey drips down the legs.)

“Turn around and face the wall now” I ordered her, just to see what she’d do. As I suspected she would, she did first, then said “what for?”

“This” I said, pulling my woven leather belt from my pants, putting its tip back thru it’s buckle then roughly grabbing one of her wrists. She tried to wrestle it away, but didn’t make a sound, and I used a little of my old martial arts to quickly shove her into the wall. Her big breasts, could be seen squished into the wall. I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, standing very close to her face, and said in a cold stern confident voice:

“Cross your wrists behind your back…”

“Uh…no.. she quietly said in a whispery almost mocking voice I’d never heard from her, but then I pulled her hair hard, further back and up at the same time. “Ahhh!!” she cooed, still not very loud..

“NOW!!” I said very close to her hear suddenly, knowing it would startle her.

“Okay!” she replied, wincing at her hair being pulled so hard, and dutifully crossed her wrists as I’d bid her. I slid the belt loop around them no sooner than she’ crossed them, cinched it tight, then made a secure double square knot from the excess belt, then took her by the hair again, and started kissing her for the first time. She tried to turn away at first, seeming unsure she wanted to, but pulling her chin back towards me, and holding her head in place with my other hand, I was soon kissing the lips I’d fantasized about many times. I took my fill of what I wanted there, and could tell she’d never had a man get physical and overpower her even slightly as I had. She was panting when I let her come up for air, and said “ok let me go now, I need to go” I spun her around, slammed her back against the wall just hard enough where I knew it hurt a little, and just as she opened her mouth to say “Owww”, I had both hands at the top of her blouse, grasped firmly and tore it open, buttons flying.

She looked at me eyes wide and disbelieving, and opened her mouth again to protest my ripping of her nice blouse, but I’d already grasped the clasp of her front clasp bra, since she’s told me once she wore them because the bf liked them. Seeing her breasts for the first time I was amazed at their size, and with her eyes even wider at my utter audacity, I took one of her nipples and pulled her towards me with it…only a few inches, then we were face to face…

“I’m sorry” I said in mock politeness, “did you just say something?”

“Yes, let me go now, I need to g—–aaaaaaiiiooowww!” she trailed off, me pinching her nipple so hard she couldn’t finish…

“Ow! please..ow..ow…please stop…ow!, OOOH!!” giving her now protruding nip a series of tugs and twists.

Then I stopped abruptly, knowing this was too much for any first timer.

After a sec she got bold, and started babbling and talking fast and nervous about how she really had to go and I should untie her, and blah blah, till i walked over and did a fake, like I was about to backhand her, but didn’t'… she stopped. scared.

“Shut up you little tease, you go when I say, I got plans for you, so you stay for now….or else.

“You’re going to rape me aren’t you?!”

Then I slapped her hard.

“Bitch!”(I’d never called this girl anything even uncomplimentary) “So is that what you think this is, and what I am?”

“No I—I’m just scared…and I’m… “her mouth turned town to the cutest pout, and her eyes looked so betrayed my heart melted. I went close and embraced her gently, slowly, as her naked body felt the roughness of my clothes. She was breathing deeply and her eyes followed mine, as I’d always dreamed they would ..needy, wanting me…her, this fucking blonde goddess. I kissed her gently and she kissed me back, and my hand wandered to her bare pussy…still quite wet, so I knew then this girl in my arms was on an adventure, but still scared to leave. She needed me to make her, to take her, but was uncertain if she could trust me to make it good for her.

I whispered in her ear “I know you’re loving this aren’t you?”

Big sigh and laying her head on my shoulder.. “God yes! ..it’s just, unexpected.”

“Just do as I say, and trust me babe, you’re not ready for all this cruelty, but you have to obey or it will be”

“Will you?” I asked

“Yes”

I smacked her ass so hard she shrieked.

“What did you say slave?”

“Yes…Sir?” as she said it she gave a throaty inhale with a sort of reedy voice of a girl saying that for the first time, and who had always wanted to, and always dreamed of a man enslaving her.

“You are mine till I release you, slave”

“Yes Sir”

Reaching between her legs, now soaking wet. “All of you”

“Yes Sir” she said shuddering.

Embracing her again, “There is no guilt, shame, or remorse here, except what I give you, slave”

“Yes Sir” So sweet and whispery was her voice becoming, I knew i’d end up wanting her, and I’d made my mind I’d not…not this first time.

“A slave has only one purpose and one goal, you must know it or suffer”

“Yes …S.Sir” she had no clue ..lol.

“Well?!” as I swatted her ass hard again…

“OOH!…I’m…to be good sir?”

Laughing, I swatted her ass harder, then again…”ahhh! ow! I…I don’t know sir!”

“Don’t move an inch slave”

“Yes Sir”

I went and picked out some lengths of ropes, got her heels, a blindfold , gag , a collar, a lead and a flogger..

I walked back, put the blindfold on, and instantly hated that I couldn’t see her beautiful eyes, but saw much more she had which was pleasing to the eye.

I put her heels on myself. Awesome legs ..best I’d ever seen. I slipped the loop of rope behind her elbows, and said “touch your elbows together”

She seemed surprised ..”WHA–Yes sir!” she arched and strained to do so, as I wrapped the length around, pulled it tight till they touched, “Ow!, that hurts” she complained, almost bitchy.

I picked up the flogger and lashed one of her breasts hard “Shut up, goddamnit!”

“Yes Sir” she sounded almost relieved.

“You don’t talk again slave, or you get that gag. You won’t like it, trust me”

“Yes Sir” very quietly.

I then applied the collar to her beautiful neck. She didnt like it, she’d never dreamed, im sure…”Sir may I ask–”

“NO!!…quiet!…I warned you didn’t I?”

“Yes Sir” resume breathing hard, lower lip trembling and seemed very humiliated.

“Open up”

“But Si—mmmpgfh!”

Ball gag, quickly wrapped and buckled in back.

“Gnnnnnn-mmmmm!”she protested, face frowning for the first time.

I the attached a lead to the collar, and led her to the bath room, and said “you may now urinate” her head jerked sideways ..”mmmnnneeii??!” shaking head rapidly. I knew that would freak Miss never-done-anything-but-vanilla-sex-with-one-boyfriend right out…lol.

Standing behind her, i reached around and began to gently caress her breasts, to which she quickly responded with moans, leaning back against me. I could feel her fingers at my crotch, gently tugging at my pants. I knew what it meant ..as she could grasp me nowhere else. she was grasping for me, some gentle genuine reality of the me she thought she knew. All the teasing and standoffishness because “she had a boyfriend” were gone now. She just needed a man, a real man, and she was confused as to which seemingly real man was real. Being tied, the little girl I’d always known waited inside her was all there was. Willing to risk anything and take anything to find and feel what her boyfriend whom she desperately said she “loved” wasn’t giving her. She wanted me to love her…and was willing to allow herself to become enslaved to feel ..just loved. I sat on the toilet seat, and just looked at her…god she was a vision of bdsm loveliness like id never seen., back arched, tits high. Blonde pussy still wet, breathing with sexual frustration, laced with her first fear of the sexual unknown, since she lost her virginity. I reached over and turned on the bathtub faucet, to just let the water sounds fill her head, she turned side to side, wondering what was next. Body oil, which I’m sure she thought must be water, till she smelled its fragrance, I gently rubbed her with head to toe, and applied it generously till she gleamed like a Ferrari, and rubbed her tight muscles, whispering in her ear how she made the most beautiful slave on the planet, and how “this” was now mine, grasping her labia, to which she nodded in agreement, and “these” her oil covered boobs ..nipples totally distended, and these, firmly grasping her ass cheeks ..and smoothing more oil on them ..and then, knowing she suddenly feared i would, plunged my hand between her buttocks and entered her anus with my finger before asking “You’re a virgin here, aren’t you slave?

“mmm” she nodded her head, happy it didn’t hurt her in there, because of maximal lubrication. Her ball-gag had a metal eyehook id put in its ball for just what i then did, attaching it to a small clip hook above the towel rack, then sitting on the toilet seat, and pulling her ass back towards me.

“Stick your ass up high!” I said.

“eeermp!” she protested, again shocked at such unladylike directives., then “mmmg” realizing she couldn’t pull her head away from the hook, but with no idea why.

“NOT even close slut! i used the leather lead from her collar to sting her ass. “HIGHER and arch more, or Ill whip your pussy” More fearful muffled protests, and nothing she ever dreamed I’d say, and wanted to be angry and refuse to submit to it, couldn’t, being tied so tight, gagged, and aroused she suddenly realized, because I called her slut, another first.

“Higher still! Damn, you aren’t trying!…bitch spread your legs then”

she did and strained he ass up as high as she knew she could. quivering and whimpering. You must want your pussy whipped, right?

Arching a little more found a painful wince on her face, as she vehemently shook her head, actually still amazed at being threatened with a pussy whipping, but mostly scared of it…, but then my fingers were in her anus again, and she was just confused about that as everything else, but mostly feeling angry she wasn’t angry, and couldn’t have prevented any of this if she was.

I wiped some of the oils off her ass, and began gently threatening her, telling her she flunked her first slave quiz, and would soon be flogged for it.

Then I began to gently stroke her labia, and lightly kiss her beautiful upturned ass. As she soon began to moan, I was able to find wetness enough to cover all her inner ass, and my kisses began to land at the crevice, then around then back, but lower and then, knowing it would shock her little miss goody-goodysexual-naiveté, planted my tongue, deep in her anus. she inhaled sharply, made a show of seeming to dislike it…but i continued to hear her lower guttural moanings, and leaning back for a moment, saw she’d arched her ass up higher than I was able to force her to of her own volition. A rimmy is something of questionable necessity for many, especially women asked to give them, but once savored and enjoyed far longer than is seemly, one is loathe for them to end, and finds such leisure in the feelings of sexual arousal they amplify. She was just dangling from the wall hook by her tightly strapped gag now, and wantonly wagged her shiny ass toward the pleasures it kept finding. My favorite thing is giving it to prudish women who are humiliated by it, but cannot help but relish it, as anyone..

“You like this don’t you?” poking my tongue in deep.

“mmmMMM!”she moaned, as if while annoyed I’d asked, damn well did, but as any young girl who fears it, was worried I was just priming her for anal sex.

SLUT!, you are soaking, and it seems your ass craves more…..ha! such an easy little meathole I’ve changed you into..”

“Ngggmmm! more gagged protesting sounds, she didn’t like the sound of that “more” part I could tell.

“Don’t worry my little gaggle-of-holes-for-use, Ill not fuck your tight ass here till you beg me, and soon you will.”

“ngummmpfh! and tried to pull her ass away, when i grabbed it, and pulled it back to my face.

“That was dumb little cunt”, and she started to recoil from such talk, but couldn’t as I held her, but now started to bite.

Ahh! she cried over and over as my teeth bit soft butt-flesh, and my soaked fingers slipped inside her to her now very familiar spot. Soon she was writhing in fear of bites, as she hurtled toward her 4th orgasm there, while I now only nipped at the tenderest skin in her cleft with unforgiving teeth.

Her pelvis was now gyrating, and her legs quivered so sweetly, it was hard for me to say; “By the way my little pond scum princess, you’re not allowed to cum”

emmmggth?!!” she revolted sharply, knowing it was about too late, as did I.

With cock already out, I stood, and began rubbing it between her asscheeks, and her moaning approvals, Let me know she felt I’d read her mind.

“Ready to be my fucktoy now?”

She instantly bobbed her head, and to tease her, I began to poke it at her bung…and laughing ..as the cock-head began to push in and widen her anus, she squealed, “eeeennnng!”

I made pretense of making her assfuck me, and even grabbed her hair to yank her back saying “EVERY LITTLE HOLE YOU HAVE is mine! Isn’t it?…well slave?” The moment she began to nod, my well oiled thumb slammed deep into her ass, as I pulled her hair back hard, so she couldn’t squirm away. pushing with my thumb, i said “Move bitch!”

making her step forward, but not before I heard a familiar change in her panting, and felt her ass begin to rhythmically clench my thumb.

“That’s ok, you conniving little cum-slut, ill just add this to your punishment.”

mmmhhh! she was rasping repeatedly, in the throes of orgasmic waves,

So I unhooked her ball gag from the wall, raised her, and pulled it off her drooling mouth, and pulled her face toward mine by the hair, and as she winced at the pain of it, our lips met, and my tongue plunged deep into her mouth, and the thumb was shoved then gyrated, while she got my roughest most abusive kisses until her earth-shattering orgasm finally subsided. I could tell she’d found nirvana, and wanted to just lay and hold her, but just had to see that beautiful ass take its due.

So quivering she stood, and the flogger did its work, and watching her take it I marveled, since with no gag, she didn’t even protest, and just made “ungghh!” sounds with each stroke. As the last few came down, and her ass, now covered with pink welts, glowed, I said sternly:

“A slaves only purpose, is her masters pleasure, and enjoyment, and serving him.”

“Yes Master!” with enthusiasm, and respect, by switching to Master from sir on her own.

“Say it slave”

“A slaves only purpose, is her masters pleasure, and enjoyment, and serving him.” she repeated, as i whipped her lightly.

I removed her elbow ropes then, but left her wrists tied behind, and leaning against the wall, took her gently in my arms…light kisses and affection told her such as words could not, and I just waited, and she finally said “Oh my god…I so loved it Master!”

Giving her a wry grin, “I said, It isn’t quite over, as you came un-permitted slave” she looked strangely accepting, and I said, “take your pick, a blow-job or pussy-whipping”

She instantly dropped to her knees, and I’ll never forget the sweet way she looked up and asked “Master, will you teach me how, please?”

She was a mass of hormones and nerves when she left, and I could have easily taken it, but I knew better. Outdoing her boyfriend didn’t amount to shit. She loved him. He didn’t love her. All she wanted was for him to love her and marry her. I knew whatI had done with her would be hard to assimilate, living with some vanilla guy she thought she was in love with, and stealing another mans woman? Been there done that, and it was nothing I ever wanted again, but looks like hers always had the other man, always.

The tension was even starting with my roomies. Their trust and friendship was won by my never hitting on them, and they had both finally met a man who wasn’t just after sex. But no woman wants what I was doing done in her home, and when a woman who’s like the sun walks in, all the little stars must disappear. I was confused, depressed, but I knew it was just self pity. ..and why me? I know it has little to do with looks now, but then, I thought I just couldn’t get a total babe ever because I was a dork.

Bad eyes, thick glasses, scruffy, edgy, sarcastic….and the quintessential young man…resenting any beautiful woman who wouldn’t fuck me. Now, Suzie ..light-years out of my league. Yet she’ submitted, albeit ambivalently, I knew what we’d done together was fifty times better and more intense than anything vanilla boy had given her…So why? ..then I knew. I was just a badly needed release valve, nothing more. Couldn’t really blame her, or any woman of such seething passion. But I got pissed, then angry, not at her, or her boyfriend, or myself…but who?

God…motherfucker…who else. When I pray, I don’t seek a mental vision, I just know he listens…I ask for what I want, kneeling. Before I finish, I know it’s done, and the name of Jesus seals the deal. Don’t ask how I know. Hell I don’t know shit. I do know that I’ve done this every time. For a split second I know. I don’t wish, don’t hope, don’t do anything but know. I take no action based on knowing, but I never let my mind take any other question or doubt. Its weird, but that is in essence, faith. It kind of takes nerves of steel, but is kind of easy.

Two days later she called. my roomie handed me the phone and said:” “It’s Scuzzie”…loud enough so Suzie could hear. (lol, women) she asked why id been ignoring her at school.

“…was trying to be mad at you. then at what’s-his-name. then at myself…then you again, musical mad at people…stupid game. I lost.”

“No you didn’t,” she said, “I did, ..big fight, he wants me to leave….”

“Roommate’s having a Colorado Bulldog party tonight, come?”

“Can I bring an overnight case?” (Thank you Jesus!)

“Sure, long as there aren’t any clothes in it.”

“Ha-ha, don’t you like mini-skirts? …and lingerie?”

“Eewww!…fine, whatever, but then you gotta bring some Fuckme pumps too, and those handcuffs he laughed at you for buying.”

…When she arrived, she looked a fright, a basket case, just as I expected. In sweats, she mumbled something about not wanting him to think she was going to a party and that she’d dress upstairs….for me. I was tipsy on a couple of Colorado bulldogs, but not too drunk to know she was in need of a friend, and my prayers must wait. I made her a real strong drink, and got a Quaalude my roomie had, and when I got to my room, she already had on the hottest black party dress, and spikes…Jesus!, bent over doin’ her eyes, no panties…the girl was heart and soul, but her hands shook, and when I looked in her eyes, I had to turn away, so how much she hurt, wouldn’t hurt me.

“Here drink this” I said, handing her the milk, Kahlua, 4-5 shots of Vodka, a splash of coke, milkshake-sized “head howitzer”. That’s when I saw the bruise under her eye. Fucking bastard!….pissed, I rudely opened, and ransacked her suitcase. Handcuffs ….Good God!. dangling them from my finger, I walked back and said, “Are you really this tough?”

“Wha? ..you said…”

“Yeah right, I should use ‘em, and punish you bad…unless he’s in jail where he belongs!”

Throwing them on the bed, I said “Take off that dress, Dumbass.”

I walked across the hall and got my roomies giant bunny rabbit nightshirt…

“Scuzzie cant wear that” my roomie said, half joking.

“Shup, or I won’t let you see what she brought for you to wear, your size, and ultra sexy.”

Her eyes widened, I knew she’d wanted Suzie’s “look” and had enticed me several times in miniskirts…and was starting to scheme hard, not because I’m all that, but I’d made the mistake of hinting that I didn’t want to… and now needed to make her think I wanted to, to scare her off and things could get back to normal.

No sooner back in my room, a naked blonde vision stood sobbing, with the handcuffs on. I put the clothes down, walked to her and took her face in my hands and said.

“I know you know I can be cruel Susan, but this…”lightly brushing her bruised cheek “…please tell me where he is, he and I need to talk.”

“No, what you said first was more right, I’m the dumbass” then she looked into my eyes intently “Master, I need you again. Your guidance,,,(very hesitatingly) and punishment.”

God I was torn, her standing there again naked in spikes, handcuffs, and asking nicely. It was all I could do not to look down at her wondrous body, and just grab her and use her like a fucktoy…then again ..why didn’t I?

“Maybe later, but we’ve both been drinking, and I think you’ve had all the punishment from a man I want you to have today”, I said as I brushed her hair aside, and inspected her bruise again. “And once I do catch up to Mr. Dom-with-his-fists, know what?”

“What?” she asked apprehensively.

“You’re a dumbass and I’m not” I joked, she giggled.

“Stop…”she whimpered.

“Come here, dumbass”, I said, and led her toward the bed “Take this” the black pill was in my hand. “Thought you might want this. Turns you into a happy, horny, rip van winkle, you’ll want me to rape you, and whip you, but I won’t, ’cause you’ll be sound asleep before I get to 2nd base, …besides, you still haven’t paid for that last “massage and slave lesson”.

By the way she giggled, I could tell she was feeling the vodka, and wouldn’t have let her have the Quaalude normally, but such fucked-up shit happens to women’s heads when the man they love punches them out, it’s almost like she would have left him, but once he hit her, it made her nuts, thinking he really didn’t love her like she suspected, but since he hit her, maybe she had hurt him by saying…..that’s when I knew why he hit her…because of me and my stupid fucking massage bs,. duh!.

She had to somehow throw it in his face, and since I hadn’t fucked her, felt justified. I guess threatening and ridiculing his manhood was supposed bring it out finally, but had the opposite effect.

I took the handcuffs with her hands cuffed in them still and held them up and said, “I think we should keep these on you, In case I decide to punish you later, but for now, request denied. Drunken dumbasses aren’t worthy” she just giggled, looking up at me like she’d do whatever she was told.

“Lie down” I said, “I want you to take that” pointing at the pill.

“Yes Master” she did, got in my bed, and I tucked her in, and just sat caressing her gently, and we looked in each others eyes till her lids began to droop.

“Thank you…….Master” she said, just before she dozed off. I kissed her forehead and left her sleeping handcuffed, hoping I did the right thing. She was at a very fragile stage. I knew she hurt far more than she let on, and that to her, life, love men and the world were just a confusing mass if things that made no sense.

I took Suzie’s black hot-dress, after she slept, and teased teh roomies with the dress, and they both oohed and ahh-d, and asked why I had just the dress, and wasn’t getting any Suzie.

“She was unzipping my fly, and I came like a first timer, never made it to jack shit…” I lied,

“Wanna see the big mess I made?” I said, and started unzipping my pants, and they both scurried away grossin’ out, like chicks gotta do about such things. But then I chased Tracy the “Scuzzie” culprit around the apartment with my own cuffs, as they both were scared and giggly about my Dom-ness, and had almost sealed my fate with other women one too many times with idle gossip, so this “Scuzzie” business was the last straw.

By the time I cornered her in the kitchen, we were both out of breath, and I told her Suzie was mad at me because of her snotty “Scuzzie” comment, and she was gonna get cuffed, spanked, and give me a bj now “or else.”(She’d dumped her last screwy lil’ bf because he kept trying to be makin’ her swallow ..lol) She’d asked if mine tasted that bitter, and bitched about guys asking;

“Why do they all wanna get swallowed?”…blah blah. on and on…so after I clicked a handcuff on one wrist and she thought I was actually going to, she was about to cry, but couldn’t for giggling, and the other roomie was lmao on the couch. Before I let her up, she’d started to get scared and say;

“NO WAY NO WAY I HATE CUM!!”

Pinned against the stove, one arm cuffed behind her, thinking I’d really make her be a blowjob-swallow-slut, I turned on a burner to scare her, and said, “Ok then, I’ll let you go, under one condition.”

“What?!!”

“Quit being such a li’l smartass with the “Scuzzie” bullshit, and unless I get a hot bondage threesome with you two heartbreakers every night after work, mind giving a guy enough room to get some pussy?”

Both were shocked, and I get: “Threesome? we don’t say nothing to girls you date…!??”

“My ass, Suzie thinks I’m tappin’ both you anytime she don’t be here…gee, thanks!”

Then the phone rang, and some strange chick was asking bout Suzie, and of course, I was handed the phone, and so was Joe, Suzie’s boyfriend at the other end..

“Yeah Joe, Suzie’s asleep in my room, real upset because some chicken-shit motherfucker blacked her eye.” I said.

“Fuck man, who–”

“Don’t deny it, she doesn’t…. Fuckin’ pussy.”..

“Hey dickhead, mind if I talk to my fucking girlfriend.?” said he.

“Ill go wake her and ask”.. I went and made a drink, took a leak, exchanged more affectionate flip offs and sticking tongues out with the roomies, then ended up in a tussle for pinching Traci’s thigh (we wrestled, and play-fought far too much…she loved it…i guess it was like a sexual tension reliever or…whatever) ..as I’d hoped, waiting almost 10 minutes for me to get back to the phone brought out his angriest self:

“Finally!, she comin’.?”

“No.”

“What? did she say why?”

“Pretty sleepy, but I know why…”

“You do huh?…why?”

“Cause’ deep deep ….deep DEEP down….you’re *pause* CHICKENSHIT!”

“Look motherfucker, what’s your address ill come show you who’s…”

“I’ll be happy to see you, and will allow you to see her, but first, you gotta get past ME….then after I’m done seein’ if the big tough dental student can punk me out like he does his sweet girlfriend, who happens to really love him, since he has such a way with the bitch-slap. Hope you can bitch-slap me down like you’re so good at doing with the ladies, because if not, fuckin pussy, I’m gonna have every tooth outta your head before I’m done, so you can practice dentistry toothless.”

Then I said, “Still want my address pansy-ass??” (*click*) …as expected.

Well I was pissed, but I saw a pic of him later, not a big guy, but very wiry from a lotta sports…could’a punked me too maybe, who knows?, and it was the second time I’d played hero in one month, for a friend of the roomie, who’s husband decided, his Rocky Balboa impersonation on her head and elsewhere would make her love him more. Guess so, she went back to him.

Why do women always go back to guys who punch ‘em out?

After that of course, I had to then tell the roomies the truth on all of it, then joked it was all their fault, because I couldn’t have my threesome…lol. We sorta all made up, bonded, then they went to bed, and I decided to go sleep with a finally peaceful Suzie…

After I clipped a length of chain to the still sleeping Suzie’s handcuffs, I then pulled it taught so her arms were pulled over her head toward the top edge of the bed. She stirred a little, and opened her eyes and smiled, so I leaned over and kissed her and just said “you’re mine again”.

“Good Master” she sweetly replied, which had such an amazing emotional effect on me.

“Trust me now?” I asked, as I pushed her bangs out of her sleepy eyes.

“Completely Master” then added, “I loved being your slave, and this time I’ll do better, you’ll see!”

“Smart girl” I said, because I’m very tired, but in need of your sweet service slave. You perhaps should be scolded for being a dumbass, but I’ve decided that you were punished enough by whoever hit you, and want to continue training you how to please your Master, who now craves your affection, and warmth among other things”

“Anything Master!” she said sweetly.

I pulled the comforter back, and just looked at this woman, then more to see if she was learning my wishes. Sure enough, her heels remained on, and she was fully naked except for them. I smiled at her and said, “You’re learning quickly, and how did you know not to remove your shoes?”

I didn’t, but just knew you loved them, and hoped they’d make you ..want me when you came back.”

“They do, and I do, pretty slave”, and began caressing her breasts and making her sigh, as I continued, she just naturally responded, such a feminine, passionate, delicious young girl, who so many men dreamed of, and who didn’t belong to me, but who wanted to learn to please, and give more, im sure to find out if her natural submissiveness could be a way to be more to her brutal, insensitive boyfriend or any man. I knew she’d forgiven him for hitting her, and she knew I likely never would. I knew she was at a crossroads, and needed to see me as teacher and friend, instead of interloper. This night she would learn how she could be enjoyed just as a woman.

After much affection, kissing and caressing, and only looking deep in her eyes. She was still cuffed hands above, but was in my arms, and beginning to want to go to a more physical passion  I continued slowly, and my hands didn’t move below her breasts for some time, and when they finally did, I could tell she wanted them to badly, and wanted release, but dared not ask.

I pulled her toward me on her side, so my hands could take inventory, but shied away from any vaginal contact, and only touched her elsewhere. In circular patterns, her thighs in front, across her hips, gently reviewing her tummy, then back to her breasts. Gently, just feeling her, and as lightly as I could, although I was tired, and knew this was what she needed. I coaxed her womanly passion as slowly as possible, never rushing, or seeming to hurry. After many passes over her broad, regions, she seemed like she wanted just anything she could get from me, laying there cuffed, eyes closed, breathing heavily, lips now just staying parted fully, awaiting my next kiss, and finally gave me the subtle signal I’d been waiting for. Arching her pelvis, and hunching her hips forward, finally let me know it was time. and my hand moved to just over her pussy hair, and just stopped. and waited, lightly grazing her. She arched to meet hy hovering hand, then I moved it away, and repeated my previous caressing elsewhere. then same, again, arched more…moved away, and glancing at her face, saw the slight smile and seeming frustration of a woman being teased to her limit, but one who as a slave, knew she must wait for her Master.

As my hand finally entered her, she was flowingly wet, and having found her high place days back, had since figured out this woman was capable of experiencing far more pleasure than she’d ever dreamed. As my gentle rotating hand movements finally began inside her, I knew this time I’d properly prepared her, and her first waves of inner climax began shortly. Another followed soon after, but I knew as she did not, that with just the right touch and repetition of movement, and purpose, they would become more and more intense. Her 3rd climax told me we were almost there, and i said “hang on slave, gotta pee”

I returned with a towel, and put it under her, and went right back to work, and knowing it would make it better, detached the cuff from their rope, and pulled her arms around my neck. in just a few moments, she sighed heavily, and seemed to quiver, as her thighs involuntarily spread wider.

“Oh my god!” she said “Ohhh – my GOD!!” as she almost seemed to start to convulse. I grabbed a handful of her hair, and roughly pulled her lips to mine, as he began her most intense orgasm yet, She arched, and shook, and would have screamed I knew, but could not be released from my deep, enduring kiss. Surrendering her arms suddenly pulled me closer, and she kissed back like I just couldn’t believe, and my hand inside her almost slipped out, as the flood of her ultimate passion was finally released for the first time. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, but was but a 2 or 3 minute time till she finally crested and relaxed and was still kissing me sweetly. As our embrace released, she opened her eyes and looked at me with glazed droopy lids and said flatly, in a lower monotone “oh….MY …god!” I couldn’t help but laugh at her then, and knew the towel was likely soaked, and also knew she’d protest, as my hand began its simple work again.” No, not again” she said.

“Shhh slave!, trust your Master”

She tilted her head back, and sighed with resignation, “Yes Master, I trust you .. I do trust you!” and was soon taken back again not once but 2 times more.

By the last one I let my fingers wander to her half open mouth, which she wantonly sucked in making her wishes plain. I then pulled her cuffed hand from behind my neck, and just waited a moment to see what she’d do. She just smiled and started to ask me, but I put my finger on her lips, and gently pushed down on her shoulder.

She seemed bent on showing me she could give and incredible blowjob, and while I have had some better, her enthusiasm was so very memorable, just new at it, and with little trained gag reflex, she supplemented sweet licks and kisses, for such depths she could not take.

The last thing I remembered was wanting to pull her on top of me, and fuck her brains out. But sleep overcame me, and the sandman visited the warmest, incredibly sexy dreams, and when I finally awoke, I saw why. I was still in her sweet mouth, and once aware, became hard very quickly. It was incredible to watch her be awakened by it, and her response was to just suck to increase to needed depth. but I knew what she’d done, she likely had never dreamed of doing, and took her head gently and she began to move it toward mine. “You’re a very good slave, and incredibly beautiful”. i said.

” I gotta pee Master!”…lol it still makes me laugh to this day, the way she said it, so uncertain and so insecure.

“No, you may not slave….long pause…I’m kidding, but hurry, I really need to fuck your brains out.”

“Yes Master!” she said scurrying away…

When she returned, after popping out of the bathroom, getting her purse, and going back, she said “I started master” after crawling up on her knees beside me. I just looked at her, and her eyes locked on mine, and she said “You said I would, so I’m begging you now master…please…”

“For?”

Please fuck my ass, and as hard as you want, it’s yours now anyway, and I love that it is!”

The next hours and days were ultimately one of the sweetest, softest, hungry for true love, desperate for a tender touch, near wordless sexual encounters I’d ever had. She had me incredulous at how such a sweet submissive incredible hottress could be left so love hungry and orgasm-starved by arseholes who only want them for temporary sex till they enter their ritzy dental practice, then dump them for another, who I could never believe was anything close to his college tempfuck, Suzie. It sounds conceited to say I know God was answering her prayers that night, but I know damn well, the next day and a half, were when he answered mine.

But I knew she’d go back to her Joe, and knew she’d be torn, and want to come back to me soon.

All of which happened, and I was her Master on and off for some time. She could be awfully high-maintenance this girl, and after a while, though it hurt, I came to know, In her own way she needed us both. she wanted my approval somehow, and at one point asked me if I’d come over and meet him.

“I’ve wanted to for a while Suzie, and I haven’t forgotten what he did.”

“So if you come to visit, will you start something with him?” she asked, as we spoke on the phone.

“…And finish it, since I’ve wanted to so badly girl, and he’s so richly deserving.”

Of course she didn’t want her champion beaten down, and prevented it as sweetly as she could. I didn’t learn he’d dumped her right after college until years later, and had cheated on her all their last year together then married the new girl, once he’d moved far away to his new practice. She was left high and dry and bitterly heartbroken, having lost touch with me, after we’d finally drifted apart.

I’ve always hated dentists. All you need to do is ask them what their services cost, to know they are some of the greediest, most selfish bastards in this world, who seem the friendly, best friend you ever had while they do what they do, screwing you over as hard as they can the entire time. Fuckwads, all of them.

*Sigh* She was a Pisces, which I often think may be the sexiest women on this planet, but there just aren’t enough of them to go around. Born under the sign of “Half Man-Half Asshole” myself (Sagittarius), I read somewhere I was not so compatible with them, and was already aware that I usually seemed to want them far more than they wanted me…something about Fire and Water, and mostly physical, primal, animal magnetism for both, with the more romantic, emotional Piscean at a great emotional advantage… Likely so, since at the time, just reading it made me cry, and it took this college boy a few months to get over Suzie…trust me.

I always regretted never telling her, how very deeply I loved her.

Introduction to Slavery

The girl woke with a start. She could not see a thing and realised that she was wearing a blindfold. She tried to take it off and found that it was locked in place. She realized that the blindfold was the only item of clothing that she had on. She was totally naked. She was beginning to panic. No one had seen her naked body besides her Doctor since she was a little girl. Where was she? She tried to stand up and quickly realized that she could not. There was only 4 feet of head room. As she tried to explore she realized that she was in a cage that was 4 feet in every direction. As she put her hands between the bars of her cage she realized that the cage must be suspended in midair as she could not feel a floor beneath the cage, nor any solid walls. She felt the cage rock as she moved.

She tried to think. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was celebrating her 18th birthday with her boyfriend Stan McManus. Stan was handsome, rich and handsome, the star quarterback on the football team and guard on the basketball team. She loved to watch Stan play basketball when seeing his well muscled frame brought a tingling feeling between her legs. She loved Stan, and he loved her, enough that he even joined her in taking a vow of chastity until marriage. She felt it was important to save herself for their wedding night and Stan, rich handsome Stan, went along with her on this, as he did on so many other things. Of course she was the most beautiful girl in the town and Stan enjoyed showing her off to all his friends.

But what happened? She was taking a walk with Stan on the evening of her birthday. They were walking in the woods when she allowed Stan to give her a Birthday Kiss. All of a sudden she heard a loud klunk and Stan fell to the ground as if he had been shot. She started to scream when she felt hands around her arms and a smelly handkerchief was placed over her nose. She had been knocked out. Where was she? Was Stan alive? What did her abductors want? She made up her mind that she would defend her body as best as she could and try to remain faithful to Stan. She tried once more to find a way out, but after a few minutes the panic rose within her and she started to scream.All of a sudden she heard a loud booming voice. “SILENCE!! You are here to be trained for your new life as a slave. You will obey. You will not speak, scream or ask questions. You are permitted to scream while being punished but you may not use the word “no” or ask for mercy. As a matter of fact, when being punished, or when being tortured for our amusement, after your initial yell of pain, you must recite the following. “Thank you MY LORD, may I ask for another?”  You are a slave in training, a SLIT. You are less than nothing. For the time being you will answer to ZERO, for that is what you are. As you progress in your training, you may earn the privilege of a name. Right now you are ZERO and have no privileges. You will piss when you are told, you will shit when you are told. Disobedience will be punished. You will not play with yourself, nor will you cum unless ordered to do so, for our amusement. Your sole purpose in life is to give us pleasure. You will be trained for that purpose. You will thank us for taking the trouble to train you. You will address us as “MY LORD” or “MY LADY” as appropriate. Most of all, you will obey all orders as quickly and enthusiastically as if your life depended on it. We will not kill you. We will inflict on you such pain as to make you wish you were dead. However, as you are trained you will learn to enjoy your service and you will earn various rewards and privileges. Now, prepare to begin your training.”         Zero felt the cage being lowered. She did know what she was in for and was more scared than she had ever been in her life.

As the cage lowered to the floor the master thought of how best to break the new slave. Sure, he could continue to whip her until she broke, but with this one that might cause serious physical damage and that was something to be avoided if possible. And the Doctor had assured him, with some amazement, that the slave was a virgin, so he wanted to avoid rape scenarios until she was broken. He decided that he would go slow. Time was on his side. The slave had no idea whether it was day or night, or how long it was between sessions. He would force her to come to terms with her new status by thanking him for small routine things. Today she would thank him for being allowed to drink water, for being allowed to piss. Once she took that step, of thanking him for his “kindness” she would soon be begging him for permission to serve him in ways that she could not yet imagine.

The cage reached the ground and master reminded the slave:

“Remember ZERO, you are not permitted the privilege of speaking. The only thing permitted from your mouth are screams of pain when being disciplined and thank you’s to your LORD for granting you a privilege and for taking the time to train you. I will take you out of the cage. You will remain on your knees.”

ZERO felt a hand on her nipple pulling her roughly out of the cage. She gasped as she felt the harsh grip on her delicate nipple. she quickly hurried to ease the pain by crawling out of the cage.

The master was determined to move quickly and not give Zero a chance to get her mental equilibrium.

“The first thing you must learn is how to kneel. Spread your knees. Wider. As wide as they can go. Very good, Now, without moving your knees, raise your ass off the floor and bring it up as high as you can. Quickly, quickly, my orders are to be obeyed instantly,” as she felt the crack of a flogger against her ass. The flogger only stung but it was enough to get her attention and she moved her thighs perpendicular to the floor.

“Now lower your lips to the floor and place your hands beside your head.”

She hastened to obey, but not before she received another slash of the flogger on the other ass cheek.

“That’s right, that is the basic kneel position, which you will assume whenever commanded. Because you have obeyed you will receive a privilege. Maintaining your kneel position you will crawl forward 12 inches.”  Zero started to crawl and her nose bumped into something.

“Stop”  the master commanded. “That is your water bowl. You may raise your head and lap up the water from the bowl.”

Zero was stunned. To lap water, like a dog? She was thirsty, but… Suddenly she felt the whip across her ass. Not a sting like the flogger, but a strong unbearable pain as the whip slashed down across both cheeks.

“Quickly, my orders are not to be questioned or thought about, but to be obeyed instantly.”

Zero quickly raised her lips above the bowl and started to lap the water. The water was cold and tasty. Zero lapped it greedily. She did not know this but it had been 36 hours since she last ate or drank. The cold water was refreshing as she lapped it up. She rapidly finished the bowl as she ran her tongue over the entire bowl to capture any stray drop. The master waited as she finished. He gave ZERO five seconds to take the next step on her own. ZERO had forgotten her instructions and she felt three more strokes of the whip, in rapid succession. She screamed in agony. Before her screaming ended, and before she could earn more punishment by talking, the master spoke harshly.

“You did not thank me for the privilege I gave you. You enjoyed the water, you drank it greedily. You must thank me for giving water to a worthless SLIT such as yourself”.

Zero was still in pain and knew the pain would only grow worse. She did not have time to prepare her mind and body for the pain that was being inflicted on her ass. She was preparing her thank you when she felt another lash, this one on the sensitive top of her thighs. She dared not move from her kneeling position as she knew that act would be considered an act of defiance. She gulped and through her tears of agony she heard herself say “Thank you MY LORD for granting this unworthy SLIT, this ZERO, The privilege of being allowed to drink water, such cool, delicious water.” As she was speaking, she remembered the instructions she had received and quickly determined that they had best be obeyed. She continued “Thank you, MY LORD for taking the time and effort to discipline this worthless SLIT, and I beg to be granted the honor and privilege of further discipline. Would MY Lord be so kind and generous as to whip me again.”Master smiled. He knew that while there would be many battles still to be fought the war was over. He said with a smile “Since you ask so nicely”,  and gave Zero one final slash with a thin whippy cane, starting from the floor and hitting across her cunt lips. Zero screamed for thirty seconds before she was able to pull herself together and pant out, through her flowing tears.

“Thank you MY LORD for whipping this worthless SLIT and I beg you to whip me again.”

Master said, “No, you have begun to learn your place. It is time to grant you another privilege.”

The Master put a collar on ZERO’s neck and told her to follow him as he pulled on her leash. The floor was hard marble and hurt her knees, but she followed the tug of the leash quickly and quietly. Suddenly she was ordered to stop and she heard the master walk in back of her. “I am going to grant you another privilege, because of your good behavior. At the count of three you will piss. Maintain your position. One, two three.”

Not having time to think, and having a full bladder, she found herself pissing before her masters gaze. As she was peeing, she wondered what had happened to her? How had she fallen to such humiliation so quickly? She started to cry in her humiliation. The master noticed and immediately gave her something to cry about. Quickly he gave her 4 whacks with his special ping pong paddle, made of hard wood and covered with sandpaper.

“How dare you cry for no reason? You are being given a privilege. Now, stop this crying and thank me properly.”

Master was being careful to cue ZERO in her duties. His purpose was to extract obedience, not to beat her into a pulp. He wanted rapid, unthinking obedience to his commands and would use pain and discipline quickly but in small doses to get what he wanted.

Zero stopped thinking of the humiliation of pissing before her masters gaze, she thought she had pissed all over the floor, but actually master had positioned her in front of a “urinal” a piece of marble that was lifted up and caught the flow of piss and directed it down into an underground creek where it would be flushed away. She rapidly caught her breath and quickly thanked her LORD for granting her the great privilege of pissing, even though as a  SLIT (Slave In Training) she was unworthy of such a privilege. Master was pleased with her obedience, but there was one more lesson for her to learn before he would conclude this session.

“Very good, Zero. For sanitary reasons I have to make sure your cunt is clean. I am going to teach you a new position. Place your hands over the back of your head. Lie flat on your back, hands now supporting your head. Keep your knees wide apart and raise your knees so the balls of your feet are flat on the ground. Keep your knees wide apart. Very good, This is the basic on your back position.”

Zero placed herself quickly in this humiliating position. She realized that she  was exposing herself like a cheap prostitute. She knew she had to obey because the pain of disobedience was more than she could stand, but she sobbed in her humiliation.

“I am going to grant you another privilege. I am going to have my personal slave, Shiteater, clean your filthy cunt.” Zero suddenly felt two soft hands gently separating her pussy lips and a soft tongue gently licking her pussy clean of piss. She gasped as she felt hot breath on her clit, she never felt anything like this before in her life. A quick slash across her tits brought her back to reality. “Well,”  said her Master harshly, “have you forgotten to thank Shiteater and your master for cleaning your filthy cunt?”ZERO quickly recited her ritual thank you’s. “Thank you MY LORD for granting this unworthy SLIT, this ZERO, the great privilege of having her cunt cleaned, and thank you slave Shiteater for cleaning my filthy cunt with your sweet mouth and tongue”.

“Very well, Zero, I think you should thank Shiteater properly. She will place her cunt over your lips, and you will lick it and suck it until you satisfy her. If you lack enthusiasm for this assignment, Shiteater will bite your cunt lips and clit until she draws blood. If you please her with your efforts she will bring you to the brink of ecstasy.”

Shiteater quickly placed her pussy over Zero’s lips and bent over so she was licking and sucking on Zero’s cunt and clit. Shiteater had been told that the girl was inexperienced, and tried hard to give Zero pleasure so that she would learn how to reciprocate. Unfortunately, more than 30 seconds went by with no movement from Zero’s mouth or tongue. Shiteater took Zero’s clit into her mouth and instead of sucking on it gently, she bit down on it harshly and cruelly. She did not stop until she tasted Zero’s blood.

Zero had never been with a woman before. The very thought revolted her. Although she could feel the pleasure that Shiteater was giving her, she could not bring herself to reciprocate. Then she felt this tremendous pain where she had been feeling great pleasure. Her instinct for self protection kicked in as she rapidly started licking Shiteater’s cunt. Shiteater responded by sucking and licking at Zero’s cunt and clit as skillfully as she could. With all her training, that was very skillfull indeed. There were very few in the world that could compete with Shiteater in sucking pussy, which is why she had been chosen for this assignment. Shiteater was rapidly reaching her own climax under Zero’s enthusiastic, if not skillful ministrations. Although she had been given permission to come, she knew that Zero had not been granted that privilege, so she skillfully kept Zero on the edge, not letting her come, but not letting her down from the peak. As Shiteater reached her climax, Master called a halt. “Shiteater, wipe your pussy juice off on Zero’s face and body”. After Shiteater finished, master instructed Zero to kneel. Zero was utterly humiliated, but was shivering with desire and was aching to come. Master grabbed her leash and walked her back to her cage. “Remember Zero, you are forbidden to come, or even to touch yourself unless you are ordered to do so and you are not yet worthy of that privilege. Thank Shiteater for her services, unless you want a severe whipping.”

Zero quickly responded, “Thank you Shiteater for the pleasure you have given me by sucking and licking on my cunt and clit. I am truly a Zero unworthy of the pleasure you have given me. And I thank you MY LORD, for taking the time and effort to train this filthy unworthy SLIT, this Zero. Thank you for the great privileges you have granted me, allowing me to drink delicious water, to piss, to have my filthy cunt cleaned and my cunt and clit licked and sucked for the first time. I await your further orders and offer myself for your pleasure.”

Master smiled and locked the cage. He had it hoisted in the air, where it would hang until the next session. This session had been very successful. He took a final look at Zero, still trembling with her newly awakened sexual passion. He wondered if she would be able to resist the temptation to bring herself to climax. If she did, he would know about it and she would be punished. But that was for next session. Now he was going back to his room and put Shiteater through her paces. After all he had not climaxed yet either.

CHAPTER TWO

Past and Present

The master went to his room and sat on his comfortable club chair.

“Shiteater, polish my shoes with your tongue.”

Shiteater immediately moved her tongue over masters shoes and started her careful work. Master relaxed and started to remember. It was 25 years ago that he joined the “group.” That was the only name he knew to call his bosses. He still only knew 1 of them after working for 25 years, and that only by first name. Not that he was complaining.Twenty five years ago he was just thrown out of the Army. He had been in Army intelligence and was the best interrogator in his unit, maybe in the army, but he developed a reputation for using methods that were not in the book. In other words, not only did he get physical, but he was extremely imaginative in his threats. Although nothing was ever proven, the Army did not let him renew his enlistment. If truth be told, most, though not all, the stories told about him were exaggerations. He always had the knack for saying or doing the right thing at the right time to scare the shit out of the people he was interrogating and as much pain as he had to inflict he never left a mark.

He was drifting after he left the Army. He was working as a bouncer, where he found he was able to diffuse most fights before blows were struck. He found himself being befriended by Jake, who went out of his way to strike up conversations with him. After a week, Jake offered him a job. “Come over to my house and I’ll tell you about it.”

Jake looked down at his shoes and saw that Shiteater had done a beautiful job on his shoes. “Now lick my ass,” he said as he took off his pants and underwear and lay down on his stomach. Shiteater knelt between his legs and began using her skilled tongue to clean his sweaty ass.

As they drove to Jake’s house, Dave, as he was known then, asked Jake what this was about.

“Our group needs someone to help train slaves.” Dave did not know how to respond. “I’m taking you to my house so you can see the results of our training. You were recommended by a superior officer in the army. He liked your willingness to use torture to break a prisoner and your ability to do so with a minimum of permanent damage. Our group is always looking for people with these talents and we pay very well.”

Somehow Dave got the idea that Jake would tell him what he needed to know and that curiosity on his part would be dangerous, so he just sat silently.

When they came to Jake’s house, Dave saw that it was large, luxurious and completely isolated. When they entered, Dave saw a pretty girl in a short French Maid’s costume carefully polishing the silver chandelier. She was standing on a ladder and Dave could see her pussy as she was wearing no underwear.

“Slave, my friend Dave is staring at your Pussy. Undress and show it to him.”

The girl immediately removed her outfit and, totally naked walked over to where Dave was standing and bent over backward, using her hands to spread her pussy lips.

“Dave this is my slave. You have 1 hour to do with her whatever you please. Whip her, torture her, fuck her in any and every hole. I want you to be convinced that she is really a well trained slave and that I am going to offer you a very lucrative opportunity.”

And so for the next hour, Dave whipped the slave, across her back, her ass, her tits and her cunt. Between bouts with the whip, he used his fingers to pinch and squeeze her nipples and her clit. He used a candle to pour hot wax on her tits. Finally, he had her kneel in front of him while he fucked her face. At last he took a large dildo and shoved it up her cunt and kept it there while he shoved his own hard cock up the girls asshole. He fucked her ass as hard as he could until he finally shot his load deep into the girls tight rear door. He had the girl lick and clean his cock after he finished, and the girl concluded her service by thanking him for honoring her by using her for his pleasure. The girl then went to Jake and kneeled before him, her ass high in the air and her lips on the ground.

“What should I do with you, giving yourself so wantonly to another man.”

“ Punish me master, please. I beg you master to punish me harshly.”

Jake directed the girl to stand up, spread her legs and grip her ankles. Count ten with the whip, said Jake. He took out a harsh whip, and whipping upward, landed a harsh blow on his slaves pussy lips.

“One, thank you master, for punishing your unworthy slave.”

Dave could see tears flowing from the girls eyes. Two, three, four. Dave could see the girls muscles tense as she struggled to maintain her position. Without any bindings or support, it would have been easy for her to move but she struggled to fulfill her Master’s desire. Seven, eight, nine, Dave could see snot flying out of the girls nose. For the tenth lash Jake switched to a thick bullwhip which he continued to use on his slaves cunt. This harsh lash brought the slave to an entirely new level of pain and she struggled to maintain her position.

“Ten, thank you master for punishing your unworthy slave and may I beg my master for the honor of another stroke,” the girl sobbed.

“Very well, one more, since you ask so nicely. Stand up straight and put your hands over your head.”

Jake measured very carefully and slashed the bullwhip across the girls tits. The girls scream was as loud as Dave had ever heard. “Thank you master” the girl was finally able to gasp out.

“Well, Dave , do you believe me now?”

I guess so, said Dave and that was the start of his working for the group. He never regretted it.

Twenty five years. Dave shook himself awake as Shiteater continued to lick and clean his ass. It was time to put Shiteater through her paces. He had her lie on the floor and he lowered an iron bar from the ceiling. He attached her ankles and wrists to the bar and raised her up so she was waist high. Her thighs were spread wide and her entire body was open to whatever he wanted to do. He started by tying a rope tightly around her tits. He could see her tits swell and turn purple. He then began placing clamps around her aureole and finally, on the nipple. Shiteater responded to each assault by moaning and crying, but constantly repeating,

“Thank you master for punishing me. My purpose is only to give you pleasure and I hope my pain pleases you. Would Master please honor his slave by torturing his slave some more.”

When master finished with Shiteater’s tits he took a flogger and started to work on her thighs. He then took a paddle and started to work on her upturned ass. First one cheek then the other, five, ten, twenty on each cheek. Shiteater’s screams were constant as each time they started to fade, Master added another stroke. Finally, he finished with the paddle, and took up a riding crop which he used to attack Shiteater’s pussy lips and clit. Five, ten and finally twenty lashes across her most sensitive areas.

“Thank you master for punishing your unworthy slave and may my LORD honor me with another stroke.”

Again and again, Shiteater moaned and gasped between her gasps of pain. Finally, Master put down his whip and positioned himself between her thighs. He grasped his slave by her torn ass and pulled her spread cuntlips over his large rock hard cock. After adjusting the bar to get maximum penetration, he gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her hard until his cock had penetrated her to the maximum. Quickly, he continued to fuck his slave using his strength to pull and push his slave on and off his mighty cock. Even though he had not stimulated his slaves pussy, it was dripping wet from the whipping she had received. Shiteater knew that she could not come without permission from her master and struggled to control herself as Master pounded her pussy. She hoped that her harsh whipping might earn her the privilege of coming. Master started to gasp as he felt Shiteater start to groan as she struggled to control her climax.

Master felt his own climax coming on and decided to be kind to his slave. “Cum on the count of three , One, two, three.” He felt his slaves cunt muscles spasm around his hard cock, and that set off his own climax, as he held her cunt tightly against his cock. Each of her spasms set off one of his, and they continued reenforcing each others rising climax. Finally, he was drained.

Shiteater was moaning her thank you’s with more than her usual sincerity. He released her and immediately she went on her knees, cleaning his cock with her tongue and mouth.

“Thank you for honoring your slave with your cum. Thank you for allowing your slave the great privilege of being allowed to cum. Thank you for allowing me to serve you.”

Master got dressed and put a collar and leash around Shiteater’s neck. It was time to resume his training of Zero.

CHAPTER THREE

Obedience Lessons

Zero was shivering in her cage, as it shook in mid-air. She was scared, hurt, hungry and humiliated. She had been abducted and had no idea of where she was or who was responsible. This was beyond her worst nightmare. She was determined to find out what was going on. She was a human being, not an animal. She could not allow herself to go along with this mistreatment. She felt the cage being lowered and felt this was her chance to assert herself.

“What is going on here? Where am I? Who are you? Let me out of here. “

She started yelling in a panic. She got no response. When the cage reached the floor she felt a fierce pinch and tug on her nipple. She was pulled out of the cage and was  whipped five times on her ass.

“You know you are not allowed to talk. The whipping on your ass was just to get your attention. You will be punished for your disobedience with more pain than you can imagine.”

She was pulled by her chains and then told to stand up. She was tied to a hard bed and her arms and legs were attached to a rack. Her arms and legs were pulled tight, not enough to cause pain, but so she could not move. Zero was terrified. Still wearing nothing but a blindfold, she could not see anything. She felt a strap around her waist which left her unable to move a muscle.

All of sudden she felt a burning sensation on her cunt. Hot wax was dripping over her cunt. She screamed and kept on screaming.

“A slave is not entitled to cunt hair. It was going to be shaved off but your disobedience caused a different method of hair removal.”

The hot wax continued to pour down on Zero’s cunt until the entire area, all her cunt hair, was covered with wax. Zero was screaming with pain. The wax was allowed to harden and Zero gradually caught her breath. All of a sudden she felt a hand on her belly and then the most fierce intense pain that she had ever felt in her life. The wax was being lifted from her cunt and all her cunt hair was being ripped from her skin at the same time.

Zero was wracked with pain. She screamed until she was hoarse. She did not know what to do, she could  not move. She felt snot coming out of her nose from the pain. As the pain was beginning to fade and come under control she felt a whip across her tits.

“ Have you forgotten all your lessons? There is no limit to the pain that I can inflict. What do you have to say?”

Zero remembered the rules. Wracked with pain as she was, she did not have the strength, or the time to weigh her alternatives. She knew that her only chance of avoiding further pain was to start immediately to give thanks. Through her tears she sobbed.

“Thank you, My Lord, for punishing me. Thank you, My Lord for training this worthless Zero. Thank you for teaching this worthless Zero that it is forbidden to talk without permission. Thank you,  My Lord, for giving me pain.”

“Very good, Zero, You are learning. Now it is time for you to eat. I have prepared some of your favorite foods. Two soft boiled eggs, salad, cottage cheese, and four ounces of hamburger.”

Zero was unchained and put on her knees. She anticipated enjoying her meal as she was hungry, and indeed, the foods were ones that she enjoyed. She did not anticipate being pulled on her knees to a big bowl and being ordered to eat. Everything was in that one bowl, mixed together in one smelly, disgusting, mess. “Eat, slave, Eat” she was ordered, accompanied by a slash on her ass. Still she hesitated, overwhelmed by the awful smell. This time, the whip fell on her sore cunt. Zero put her head in the bowl and started to lick up the messy food in the bowl. She gagged on the taste and had to be encouraged by strokes of the flogger on her ass. Finally she was finished. She tried to keep the food in her stomach as she was gagging with nausea.

“Thank you My Lord, for allowing Zero to eat her favorite foods, for giving her a nutritious meal. Thank you My Lord for continuing to spend your time and effort training such a worthless slit.”

Zero thought she had made it and then her stomach betrayed her. She upchucked, she vomited right on the floor. She knew she was in trouble.

“Lick it up. Use your nose, and lick wherever you smell your disgusting vomit. Quickly, quickly. “

She was encouraged by a lash across her cunt lips and she sobbed as she licked up her vomit.

“How dare you vomit out food that is given to you. You eat what we give you, drink what we give you, piss when and where we tell you and shit, when and where we tell you. You will come when we tell you, you will fuck and suck on command. You are an owned slave, your body and your very thoughts belong to us. The only thought that we permit you is to think of how you can please us. You are not permitted to think whether the food is tasty, attractive or nutritious, only that we command you to eat it.”

Zero did her best to lick up her vomit while being flogged on her ass. Finally she finished. She was stunned and breathless. Master felt further punishment would not be productive so he prompted Zero by saying impatiently “Well, don’t you have something to say?” Zero immediately began reciting her thank you’s. She realized that she could not withstand further punishment.

“Thank you My Lord, for punishing me. Thank you My Lord for pulling out all my cunt hair as a punishment for talking. Thank you My Lord for whipping my ass after I was so unappreciative of your kindness that I threw up the food that you gave me. Thank you for making me lick up my vomit. Thank you My Lord for training me to be a slave. Would My Lord be so kind to continue my punishment?”

”Yes, Zero, you deserve further punishment.”

Master reached over to Zero’s tits and placed a clothespin on each nipple.

“You know that you are not permitted to touch these clothespins?”

“Yes, My Lord.” She gasped through her pain.

She was again pulled by her leash till she felt her nose bump into something. “Drink” she was commanded as she had a bowl of milk in front of her. She licked the bowl clean with her tongue. The milk had a funny taste, but Zero did not hesitate. She was exhausted and could not take further punishment, She immediately thanked master for giving her such a tasty drink.  Master decided that the session had gone on long enough and pulled Zero back to her cage.

“The clothespins will stay on until our next session. You must be conscious that your only purpose is to give us pleasure and you must accept that your pain gives us pleasure. I will leave you to rest as you will need your strength for further training.”

With that, Master pulled the cage up in the air and left Zero to rest. Of course, he would know if Zero touched the painful clothespins. He hoped she was smart enough to leave them in place. She would need her strength for her next session.

CHAPTER FOUR

Humiliation and Pleasure

The master reviewed the session in his mind as he went back to his room to take a short rest. He knew he would have to return for another session with Zero very soon. He was upset that Zero vomited. It left him no choice but to punish her, and coming on top of having all her cunt hair pulled out with the wax, it was more pain than he wanted to inflict at this early stage of her training. He would be careful to make the next session humiliating, rather than painful. Anyone could whip a slave into senselessness. The Master turned women into true slaves, who found meaning and pleasure in their slavery and were proud of their ability to bear pain.

Master thought back to that day twenty five years ago when Jake introduced him to the group.

“I work, said Jake, “for a group of extremely wealthy people. They have more money than you can dream of. They surround this operation with layers and layers of security. You will start off as an assistant trainer. The pay is generous, $125,000. a year to start. Our slaves are trained so that they can appear in public with no risk to their owners. Some work as maids or secretaries, some become trophy wives. Some are sold outside this country, where the culture is different. Whatever, when a slave is brought to auction, there can be not the slightest doubt that she is a slave heart and soul, that she is not waiting for an opportunity to escape. When we finish training, the worst threat we can give to a slave trainee is to throw her out of the training program.

The group has a number of facilities across the country. You will find that wherever you are assigned, you will have all the luxuries of a five star hotel. You will have all the tools you need for training the slaves. The facilities are isolated and even if a slave should make it out of our secure facility, which has never happened, she will find herself in the middle of nowhere.

You will be paid through a shell company. Your taxes will be done for you. Eventually, after your probationary period, you will be allowed to leave the facility on vacations. You will occasionally be allowed to benefit from stock tips. Since you will have no expenses, you will retire a very wealthy man. All we ask is that you use your abilities to help train our slaves and ask no questions.”

Dave took the job and never regretted it. Ten years after he joined the group, he was promoted to Trainer and his pay was doubled, to $250,000.  per year. He owned a luxurious condo in Trump Plaza and a villa on the French Riviera. Five years ago, he asked Jake if he could attend an auction and purchase a slave for himself. Jake told him that for security reasons he could not attend an auction with members of the group but he would be allowed an employee discount. He could pick out a slave that he had trained and be allowed to purchase it for only one million dollars. Dave did a double take, till Jake explained that many slaves go for two or three times that price, as the demand for well trained slaves always exceeded supply.

So he purchased Shiteater and never regretted it. Tomorrow he would have a little party to celebrate his anniversary. He invited Jake to attend. Jake said he would glad to attend and he had some news for him about the job. This worried him. He thought the group may feel he was too old for the job. He had never discussed retirement and, although he could well afford to retire he had no desire to leave his job. He loved it. Sure, he was in his midfifties, but he was still able to function and was still the best trainer in the business.

Anyway, he had killed about an hour and it was time to get back to work. Zero had been given a heavy dose of laxatives with her milk and, as he checked the monitor, was shaking and trembling to control her bowels. She did not want the humiliation of shitting in her cage and further, knew she would be punished severely if she did. Master was pleased to see that Zero had not touched the clothespins that were still torturing her nipples.

Zero was still wearing only a blindfold and had no idea how much time had passed by. All she knew was that she was in agony. Her tits were being tortured and the fact that she could take off the clothespins at any time but dared not, only added to her agony. And she was practically bent over double with her need to shit.  The cage was shaking as she trembled.

Zero felt the cage being lowered. She heard Master’s voice

“Zero, you have my permission to make a request. You may beg for a boon. “

Zero immediately begged , “Master I beg you as humbly as I can, please may I go to the bathroom?”

Master laughed. “Zero, slaves don’t go to the bathroom. You will never go to the  bathroom again as long as you live.  Try again. “

Zero was not sure what Master was getting at. “Please, Master, I beg you, I need to move my bowels”

“You need to shit, Zero, say it, say it.”

Zero was humiliated but had no choice. She was sobbing and trembling with the effort to control herself.

“ Please Master, Zero begs for permission to shit.”

“Not very good, but it will do for a first try. Here is a bucket. Sit on it, but do not shit until I give you the command.”

Zero sat on the bucket and waited. Master removed the clothespins which added to her agony. Then he gave the order: “Shit” Immediately Zero released her bowels and the shit flowed into the bucket. She sobbed with relief. All of a sudden she felt the slash of a cane across her tits.

“Thank you My Lord, thank you for granting me permission to Shit and for removing the clothespins from my nipples. Thank you for training me to be a slave.”

Zero finished and master ordered her to resume her kneeling position. All of a sudden she felt a tongue between her ass cheeks. Shiteater was cleaning her filthy ass with her tongue.

“We cannot let you continue with a filthy ass. Thank Shiteater for cleaning you.”

“ Thank you Shiteater for licking the shit out of my ass. Thank you My Lord for taking care of me and keeping me clean.”

“Very well, Zero, but Shiteater has gotten some of your shit on her nose. She will stick her nose in your mouth and you will lick it off.”

Zero was more and more humiliated.  She had no choice and for the first time in her life she found herself tasting shit. She did not know how much lower she could go. Then she felt a whip on her ass and she realized that her degradation had no limits.

“Thank you My Lord, and thank you Shiteater for allowing me the privilege and pleasure of eating shit. “

Master felt that it was time to begin Zero’s real training.

“ Stand up, clasp your hands in back of your head. Legs apart, further apart. That’s good. That’s the standing position.”

Master moved over to Zero and started stroking her tits softly. He enjoyed their feel and watched as her nipples harden. He ran his hands down over her body and put his hand on Zero’s cunt. He could feel her cunt getting wet. Zero was broken. She had never been played with, never allowed herself to be so stimulated. She wanted to back away, to protest, to scream, but she dared not. She allowed herself to enjoy the pleasure she was feeling.

All of a sudden she felt a paddle across her ass cheeks. She roused herself to thank her Lord for the great pleasure he was giving to his worthless slave, by playing with her tits and cunt.

“How could you not appreciate the honor and privilege that I granted you. Very well, since you do not appreciate pleasure, I will stop. Kneel.”

Zero fell to her knees. Then she was told to spread her knees further and move her ass back to her ankles and straighten from the waist. She was instructed to hold her hand behind her head.  In a few seconds she felt masters fingers squeezing her nose. She opened her mouth to breath and immediately felt something forcing its way between her lips. Master was forcing his large cock between Zero’s lips and down her throat.

“Open wide, if I feel your teeth on my cock, you will regret it”.

Zero opened her mouth as wide as she could and tried not to gag as Master rammed his big hard cock in and out of her mouth. Master was now going to begin the serious business of training Zero to give pleasure.

Master rammed his cock into Zero’s mouth till her lips were buried in his pubic hair. He kept it there for five seconds while he felt Zero gag.

“Get used to it quickly, Zero. This is one of the three main ways you have to please a Master. The others are with your ass and with your cunt. We shall train you till you are expert in all three.”

Zero struggled to breath as the massive cock kept plowing into her mouth. She had never seen a cock, let alone sucked on one. She was horrified at masters words. Was he serious? They will train her to use her ass? She had never heard of such a thing. Meanwhile, she struggled not to gag as master pounded the back of her throat. Master reached down and pinched her nipples harshly.

“You are not thinking of giving me pleasure. That is the only thing that you are allowed to think about. I am going to honor you by coming in your mouth and you will be careful to swallow every precious drop.”

Master rammed his cock faster and faster through Zeros soft lips. He could feel her tears flowing as she felt the pain in her throat and from her pinched and twisted nipples. He pinched them even harder as she struggled to breath. He suddenly let go of her nipples and placed both hands behind Zero’s head as he came in great spurts. Zero felt the spurt in her mouth and her first reaction was to spit it out. She managed to control her reflex and started to swallow as the cum was flooding her mouth. Half a dozen times and more, her mouth filled with cum and she swallowed, the cock was still hard and spurting. Finally, the spurting ended and she felt the massive cock begin to shrink.

“Suck, lick and swallow,” the master screamed as he punctuated his words with a slap across the face.

“That is your job. You should be honored that I give you my cock to worship and my cum to drink.”

Finally, Master withdrew his cock.

“Thank you master for allowing me to feel your massive cock in my mouth, Thank you for allowing me to give you pleasure, Thank you for allowing me the honor of swallowing your cum.”

“That was your first lesson. This time I did all the work. I just used your mouth as a hole. You will be trained to use your tongue and lips, to worship a cock, to love the taste and smell. But because you were successful in swallowing I am going to allow Shiteater to pleasure you, but remember, you are not permitted to cum.”

Zero felt Shiteater’s tongue on her lips, her breath on her clit. Her juices started to flow as she was rapidly reaching peaks of pleasure that she would not have believed possible before she was enslaved. Her breathing grew rapid. She knew she was not allowed to cum, but did not know if she would be able to control herself.

“Enough” said the Master. “It is time to put Zero back to her cage to rest, but first we have a special surprise”.

Zero was happy that Shiteater stopped licking her cunt and clit but then she felt something being attached to her lips.

“It’s a custom made vibrator,” Master explained. “It will feel as if your cunt lips are being stroked and sucked. It will not directly touch your clit so that even though you will want to cum, the device will not make you cum. And remember, if you cum, you will be punished. Now let’s put you back in your cage.”

Chapter Five                                              Pleasure and pain

Zero was in torment. She was in her cage, a four foot cube, hanging from the ceiling. The cage shook as Zero trembled from the unaccustomed waves of pleasure that were keeping her on the edge of ecstasy. Finally she could resist no longer and she reached down between her legs and touched her clit lightly. That was all that she needed. For the first time in her innocent life she climaxed. She never felt such pleasure. Her body was racked with pleasure and her cunt spasmed  and flexed, tightening around an imaginary cock. Slowly Zero returned to normal, but the vibrator kept up its work and Zero again felt herself returning to the peak of sexual excitement. Her breathing quickened, her pulse raced as her body again paid the price for the devilish vibrator attached to her cunt lips. Zero realized that she was already in trouble and was determined to resist the temptation. She was not going to  touch her clit. She was not going to come. The vibrator kept up its insidious work and Zero was squirming, on the verge of coming. What made it worse for Zero, was that being blindfolded, she had no way of knowing how much time had passed. She was praying for her master to come back and punish her for coming without permission. She did not want to come a second time.

Finally her body betrayed her. It was just a brief touch of her finger on her clit that set her off, even harder than her first cum,  as she had endured more stimulation before allowing herself to climax. She screamed with pleasure as the sensations radiated from her cunt all through her body. She felt her juices squirting out of her cunt and across her cage.  Once again, the release let her down from the peak she had reached, and once again, the vibrator did its work, bringing her back to the edge. Once again, she wanted to cum more than anything else. Once again, she feared punishment. As the stimulation continued, Zero started to rationalize. She thought to herself: If master knew what I was doing, why didn’t he come in after the first time? Or after the second? I screamed so loud, that if he was paying attention, he must have noticed. If no one is paying attention, then why am I tormenting myself when I could be enjoying great pleasure . With that she reached between her legs and rubbed her clit.

All hell broke loose. Just as she was starting to come, Zero heard Master’s voice.

“Enjoying yourself, Zero?”

Zero tried to control her climax, but it was too late. Master entering had put a damper on her cum and it was comparatively weaker than her first two.

“ Zero, you do not understand. You have no right to pleasure. You belong to us, like a table, or a chair. You are here only for our pleasure. Your pleasure will come from pleasing us. You will learn to understand this. Now we will begin to teach you this lesson by punishing you. You came three times. I will give you 10 strokes for the first offense, 20 for the second and 30 for the third . That is a total of 60. You will be restrained.”

Master lowered the cage and pulled Zero out by her tit. He dragged her, still on her knees, across the marble floor.

“Piss”, Master commanded. “I do not want you to piss under punishment.”

Zero once again pissed under her masters gaze. When she finished, Master pulled her, again on her knees across the hard marble floor. She was pulled to her feet  and was chained by her ankles and wrists in a great X.

“I will start with 10 across the back” Master took a leather cat and laid the first stroke across Zero’s back.  Master took his time, letting Zero catch her breath before laying the second stroke across the first. Slowly, Master continued his torture, Zero was screaming as she felt each blow. Tears flowed from her eyes and drool from her mouth. She twisted and turned in her bonds as she tried to ease her pain from the whipping. Finally the Master counted 10 and Zero thanked her master for punishing her. She begged for further punishment as blood dripped from the marks on her back.

Master moved to Zero’s ass. He took a special ping pong paddle, not padded with rubber, but with a sheet of sand paper glued to the hard wooden surface. He worked gradually over both ass cheeks. The cheeks quickly turned red and bloody under the paddle. Zero screamed in agony, her back and ass were like a piece of meat.  Finally, Master reached 10 and Zero panted her thank you through her tears. Once again she asked for further punishment.

Master walked in front of Zero and took a small doggie whip. He brought it down over Zero’s belly. Zero screamed. The second blow fell lower, on the area that had just recently been covered with cunt hair. Zero never dreamt of being whipped there, so close to her most intimate lips. Zero then made a big mistake.

“NO,” she screamed, “Please, have mercy.”

Master laughed.

“Zero, you know better than that, you have just earned further punishment.”

With that, the master took a thin rope and tied it tightly around Zeros back. He then wrapped it tightly around the base of her breasts, cutting off the circulation, causing her tits to swell and turn purple. When he had tied them tightly he took two clamps and placed one on each nipple. The clamps had a screw that could be tightened, and he used a screwdriver to tighten them as far as possible. Zero was in agony. He then attached chains to each clamp and pulled on the chains till her tits were stretched so that Zero felt the nipples would be torn from her body. He attached the chains to a ring on the  wall and then paused to let Zero appreciate the affects of her plea for mercy.

“Well, Zero, what do you have to say for yourself?”

Zero roused herself and did what she had to do.

“Thank you Master for punishing me, Thank you for torturing my tits. Thank you for training me to be a slave.”

Master slashed at her tortured tits. This was the time for another break through.

“The words are fine Zero, but you must say them like you mean it. I want to hear the gratitude in your voice, I want to hear enthusiasm as you express your gratitude for the time and effort that I am expending on your training.”

Zero had taken acting in High School. She reached back to her lessons and from somewhere deep inside her self she  graciously thanked her Lord and Master for correcting her by whipping her and torturing her tits. Master smiled.

“Better, but you’ll have to improve as we continue training.”

Master continued to whip Zero on her belly and pubic area. Slowly, each blow continued to fall as Zero screamed. As she twisted in her chains she brought more pain to her tortured tits. Finally master counted to 10 and looked over the markings on Zero’s belly. Zero did her best to thank her master, trying to find the proper enthusiasm in her voice.

Master reached for his flogger as he moved to a new area on Zero’s tortured body. Now Zero felt a blow against her swollen and stretched tits. First the left, then the right, as master alternated, going slowly, so that Zero was kept in constant pain. Her tits, usually a source of pleasure, were now total agony. After ten blows on her tits, Zero again was forced to thank her master with a forced humbleness and enthusiasm. She did not know how she would survive the 20 lashes she still had coming.

Master reached for a thin flexible cane and found a new spot to torment. This time he attacked the inside of her thighs, placing five marks on each, climbing from her knees to just below her cunt lips. After receiving the enthusiastic thank you’s that he demanded, he asked Zero

“ Where should I place the next 10 lashes? I have covered your back, your ass, your belly, your tits and your inner thighs. Now Zero, you may beg for the next lashes.”

Zero knew where master wanted the last 10 lashes to go. She was not stupid. She hoped that the proper enthusiasm in her request might gain her some lessening of the strength of her blows.

“Master, please be so kind and generous as to whip my cunt. I need you to punish my cunt because I came without your permission, against your orders.”

“Very well, as you wish. You will count each lash.”

Master slashed up from the floor and landed the blow across Zero’s cunt lips. Zero screamed.  Her entire body shook. Her tits were pulled as she could not help her shaking. Her entire body was ablaze with pain. Finally, Zero was able to pull herself together to sob out “One, thank you my Lord.” She did not know how she would survive nine more. But she did. Master allowed her a full minute between each blow to let the pain permeate her entire body. Finally, her ordeal was over.

“Ten, thank you My Lord for correcting me and punishing me. If it pleases you, could you kindly whip me again.”

Master thought about it. He was not happy with Zero’s plea for mercy and was tempted to begin whipping Zero on the soles of her feet, but he decided against it. Zero was so wracked with pain that any further pain would not be effective. He therefore released her from her chains and released her tits from their torture.

“Since you thanked me so nicely, it is time we grant you a privilege. We grant you the privilege of sight.”

With that Master removed Zero’s blindfold and she was able to see. She was in a large room, with a marble floor, with many chains and pillars to keep her well tied. She saw various whips and paddles scattered around the room. She looked to see her Master and she was puzzled. He looked very ordinary. He was simply dressed in black slacks and a black shirt. He was of average height, around six feet, he had a full head of hair, although it was starting to get gray. He was of average weight, neither slim, nor fat. How could such an ordinary looking man be the Master who she feared, who tortured her and abused her. The she saw the way he carried himself, the confidence he exuded, the gleam in his eye as he looked at her and she realized what made him truly a Master.

“Must I blindfold you again?  Have you forgotten all your lessons?”

Zero, in terror quickly thanked he master for granting her the most precious gift of sight, for allowing her to look upon, his face. To see him so as to be better able to serve him.

Master realized that Zero had had a long day and, whatever he might tell her, she had real physical limits. He decided to let her eat, drink and sleep, to give her strength for the big party tomorrow. He therefore had Shiteater bring out a plate of bacon and eggs, a bowl of oatmeal and a plate of pancakes with syrup. Zero still had to eat while on her knees, with just her mouth, no hands, let alone silverware. She ate like a dog eating dog food, but she had reached such a stage of weakness and degradation that she was truly grateful for being allowed to eat real tasty food and when she finished her thank you’s were sincere and gracious. She was honestly happy to be so well fed. It was the first real food that she was able to eat in a long time. After she drank the delicious ice cold water and thanked Master for his kindness, master brought her to her cage and locked her in but did not raise the cage.

“Sleep well Zero. You will need your strength for your next training session.” With those ominous words master left. He did not turn off or lower the lights. Zero had no need to know whether it was day or night and he would give her no clues. Her time was divided in two. When she was wanted by her masters and when she was not. This was a time when she was not wanted by her masters. She would be allowed to rest until she would be prepared for the big party, but after the party, she would be introduced to Master’s three assistants, and they would have the right to use Zero at any time. For now however, Zero was exhausted and despite her pain, fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Six

The Party

Zero woke up and looked around. She had no idea of how long she had slept as there were no windows in her dungeon and the lights were kept at a constant level. She saw that the dungeon was about 400 square feet, fairly large but not huge.  She could not believe the torture and degradation she had undergone. She had no idea of how long she had been in this dungeon.  Was there any hope for her?

Although Master  (she hated having to use that word, especially in her own mind, but she had no other way of thinking about him. He had no name, no identifying trait) implied that she was owned by a large group of men, she had seen no sign of anyone but Master and his slave Shiteater. Perhaps there was no one else. Perhaps he was a lone lunatic. Her best chance might be to cooperate with him as best as she could and hope that he grows careless and makes a mistake. Then she would have her chance to escape. Yes, that was her best strategy. She had seen the result of disobedience. She could still feel the whip on her back and her entire body still ached from her last session. She would try to be as obedient and compliant as she could.

Master came striding in, with his slave Shiteater on all fours beside him. “Good  morning Zero. I see you slept well. I hope you are ready for a big day.”

“ Thank you My Lord for allowing your slave to sleep. Thank you for training me. I hope to be able to please you in any way you require.”

Zero almost sang out her thank you’s, she was so anxious to please her Master. Master had been in this business a long time and knew what Zero was thinking. But there was no reason to ruin her hopes now. She would see the truth of her situation soon enough and that would help strip away the last of her hopes.

“ Zero, crawl here on your knees.”

Zero crawled to where Master indicated, without being pulled by a leash. “Head down, eyes open. Now piss.” Zero pissed as she was ordered, being forced to see the piss as it left her cunt. Master and Shiteater looked on and Zero could not imagine a more humiliating act.

“Shiteater, prepare an enema for Zero. It is most important that her ass be clean. Two quarts of warm soapy water will do for a start.”

“Zero, assume the kneel position, knees wide apart, ass up and lips on the floor.”

Zero did as she was ordered and felt the hose being forced into her ass. The soapy water bubbled through her bowels. The water was not uncomfortable, but it kept coming, more and more. She felt so full. Her stomach was extending. Then the water stopped and Zero felt a surge of relief. She could manage that. Then Master said “that’s the first bag switch to the second,” and Zero knew that she was in for an agonizing time. She was determined to cooperate as best as she could in her effort to gain Master’s trust so she thanked her master for cleaning her filthy ass. For taking the time and effort to train her.

The second bag meant agony. Her bowels were stretched, her stomach extended. The water filled and stretched her beyond her ability but she forced herself to keep saying nothing but thank you, Master, thank you. Finally, the bag was empty and all she wanted was to shit, to expel this mass of water from her ass.

“Put in a butt plug and wait ten minutes. We must make sure the ass is clean.” Shiteater put in the butt plug and Zero underwent further agony. She shivered and trembled, trying to hold her ass tight. Finally, Shiteater brought out the bucket and took out the butt plug.

“Well, Zero, do you have a favor to ask?”

“My Lord, if it pleases you could you grant this worthless slave, this Zero, the privilege of being allowed to shit?”

“Very well, Zero, you have asked nicely, sit on the bucket and shit.”

“Thank you master, Thank you,” Zero kept saying as she released her shit and all the warm soapy water into the bucket. Finally she was finished and the spasms of her agony eased . Zero was shocked when master told Shiteater,

“Now again, with ice cold water.”

Again, Zero assumed the humiliating Kneel position, with her ass in the air and her lips on the ground. This time the cold water alone was painful and again she had to take two full bags, two quarts. Again she was in agony as she kept thanking he master for his great kindness. Again the butt plug went into her ass as even after her ass was full she had to retain for 10 minutes. Again she was forced to beg for the privilege of being allowed to shit. A clean bucket was brought and she filled it with water from her ass.

Master smelled the bucket after Zero had finished and immediately said,

“I still smell shit. Her ass must be clean. One more time.”

And so for a third time Zero endured the painful enema, again with iced cold water. Master examined the third bucket and pronounced himself satisfied.

“ Very well, her ass is clean. Let us prepare her for the party.”

So they prepared  Zero. They put clamps on her nipples and attached a leash to the clamps. They put buckles around her wrists and ankles. Finally, she was ordered to kneel and was pulled by her leash out the door to a long hallway. She was pulled by her tits till they reached a large double door where she heard and saw the party.

“Hey, it’s the guest of honor, at long last. We were beginning to think you’d never get here.”

“Sorry, I was preparing  Zero for the party.”

“Zero, meet my boss, and friend, Master Jake. He is in charge of this operation and has the final say of when you are ready to be sold. And these other three men are my assistants. You will address them as Master, and obey them as you obey me. They have the right to use you in any fashion that they choose and you must be careful to please them, because they can punish you more harshly than I would.” (That was not exactly true, though Zero had no need to know that. His assistants operated under his strict supervision and did not have the authority to exceed certain limits, but these limits would still mean very much pain for Zero)

Zero looked up and saw one gray haired man, wearing a suit and tie, and the three assistants, all dressed in black, like her Master. She looked around the room and was shocked to see five slaves all bound in terribly painful positions.

The first slave was straight ahead of her. She was on her tip toes, with her arms chained to a ring suspended from the ceiling. Her cunt was stretched as a large dildo was extending from her cunt to the stool that was perched between her well spread thighs. Her ankles were pulled apart and attached to rings on the floor. What was most frightening was the four sharp needles that were extending from the stool, right alongside the dildo. Zero realized that if the slave should lower herself from her toes, the needles would penetrate her cunt. How long could the slave stay on her toes? And why was the slave smiling?

Another slave was bound in an even more painful position.  A thin chain was attached around her waist and a wire was stretched tightly through her ass and cunt. Her breasts were tied tightly with the wire as they swelled and turned purple. Then alligator clips were placed on her nipples. After all this, the slave was forced to bend over and her wrists were cuffed to her ankles. This forced the wire to cut into her ass and cunt. And even so the slave was smiling!

And a third slave was hanging in the air, her wrists and ankles both attached to a long bar that was suspended from the ceiling. She was held in a completely split position. Her nipples were tightly clamped and chains were attached to the wires so her tits were stretched up toward the ceiling. Clamps were also attached to her cunt lips and they were pulled out, away from her cunt and then out to the sides. Her cunt could not be any more open than it was. This would have been an agonizing position by itself, as both her tits and cunt lips were stretched to their maximum and any movement would be agony, but to make sure there would be movement, a vibrator was inserted in the slaves ass, and the slave was forced to move because of the vibrations. Each movement brought agony to the slaves cunt and tits and yet the slave still smiled through her tears.

On the left two slaves were chained, facing each other on a “horse”. The horse was topped by a piece of wood that reached a sharp triangular point and the slaves were placed so their cunts were right on the point. Their feet were chained so they could just support their weight on tiptoe, but should their feet not hold the load, all their weight would be born by their cunts as the triangular piece of wood would cut into their cunts. In addition, their tits were tightly chained to each other, so any movement of the upper body would pull on the other tits causing great pain.   In addition, to prevent the slaves from leaning forward and taking pressure off of their tits, there was a wand placed right in front of each cunt, coming through the wooden horse and the sharp triangle.

Master saw Zero staring at the two slaves on the horse and explained “ the wand is electronic and will provide a sharp shock if it is touched.”

How fiendish, Zero thought. They cannot move closer because of the electronic wands, they cannot move further away because of the tits chained together and if their toes come off the floor, or stop supporting their weight, the triangle will penetrate their cunts. And yet they are smiling!

Master saw Zero staring at the slaves and knew what she was thinking. He addressed one of the slaves.

“Toilet, Zero, our newest slit (Slave in training) wants to know why you are smiling.”

Toilet replied, “We smile because we are being allowed to give pleasure to our masters with our pain. Our sole function is to please our Masters and whenever we can please them we are happy. You too, will be trained to understand this by our wonderful masters.”

Zero did not know what to think. She had hopes that she could escape from a lone lunatic, but now she saw the truth, that she was captured by a cruel and merciless group and that she had no chance of escape. She also saw the result of the training. She was lost in thought when she felt the lash on her ass. “ Well, Zero, It is time to prepare you for your role at this party.”

Zero was bent over a small table. Her knees were chained to the corner of the table and her ankles were chained to each leg. Her ass and cunt were available over the edge of the table. Her tits fell over the other side of the table and they were clamped, with a small weight suspended from each tit. Her arms were attached to the legs of the table. A chain was drawn around the table and tightened around Zero’s waist and Zero’s head was pulled back as her hair was fastened to the chain around her waist.

“You will suck each slaves cunt until they come, Then you will worship each masters cock until he is satisfied. You will thank everyone for the privilege of serving them. Is that understood?”

“ Yes, My Lord, thank you for allowing Zero to serve you and attempt to bring you pleasure.”

“Just two more things before we can begin. Shiteater will be at your cunt, licking and sucking. This is for our amusement and pleasure, not yours. You may not come. You remember the punishment you received for coming without permission. If you come today we will consider it an act of deliberate rebellion and your punishment will be 10 times as great. Finally, you are perhaps wondering why we spent so much time cleaning out your ass. I think your ass will make a marvelous champagne decanter.”

Zero heard a pop, and although she could  not move her head it sounded like a the pop of a champagne bottle . Then she felt the ice cold bottle penetrate her ass and the cold bubbly run through her bowels. She was in pain as the bubbles added to her distress. After the first bottle came the second as her ass was agonizingly filled. Zero used all her strength to hold her ass closed and not push the champagne out. When the second bottle was emptied, Zero was shown a butt plug with an opening on one side and a straw on the other. The butt plug was placed in her ass and Shiteater started to work on Zero’s cunt. A slave was brought to Zero and her cunt was placed next to Zero’s mouth. Zero began to work.

She could not begin to think of the humiliating position she was in. Shiteater was working on her cunt and she must bring five slaves to orgasm and then satisfy five masters with her mouth, all while being chained in an awkward and painful position. She would  not be able to hold out against Shiteaters skillful tongue. She would not survive her punishment. Her mind was spinning, trying to think of a way she could stop herself from coming. Then she remembered what the slave Toilet had said.

“Our sole function is to please our Masters and whenever we can please them we are happy.”

What she must do is to concentrate exclusively on pleasing her Master. She kept this thought running constantly in her mind. I must please my Master, I must please my Master, I must please my Master. As she concentrated on that thought she found her body less responsive to Shiteater’s cuntlicking. Although she felt stimulated she was no longer flying to the point of no return. She was able to channel her sexual excitement into her own cuntlicking and the first slave, who had permission to come, rapidly reached her climax.

Immediately, the second slave was brought before Zero’s tongue and, with a look of religious zeal, Zero continued to lick and suck. The slaves, allowed by their master’s the rare privilege of being permitted  to come, reached their own climax very quickly and Zero was quickly up to slave number 5. While Zero was hard at work, the masters were sipping champagne out of the straw coming out of her ass. Although somewhere in the back of her head Zero was aware of the humiliation of having her ass used in that way, she buried that feeling and concentrated on pleasing her Master. Although the bubbly being sucked out of her ass was annoying, at least it eased the pain of her overfilled bowels.

While Zero was working on the fifth slave, one of the assistants had an idea. He walked over and started to fuck the slave in her ass while Zero was working on her cunt. “Toilet, you are not allowed to come until I do.”  Zero worked as hard as she could as the master pounded his cock in and out of Toilet’s tight ass. Toilet, anxious to come herself, and eager to help Zero, used her skills with her ass, clenching and unclenching her ass, trying to milk the precious cum from her master’s cock. Finally, his cock exploded as his cock spasmed, shooting his cum deep inside Toilet’s ass. Toilet came immediately as her cunt spasms added to the master’s pleasure. Finally, she had brought all the slaves to climax, and as Toilet pulled away from her mouth Zero gratefully thanked the Master’s for the opportunity to give them pleasure and prayed that they would continued to find pleasure in using her body and mouth. There was a look of ecstasy on her face as she thanked her masters.

Jake, the top boss volunteered to be first. He walked over to Zero, unzipped his pants, took out his cock and placed it in Zero’s mouth. Zero was a very inexperienced cocksucker. She had only worked on one cock, her Master’s. Jake’s cock was not as big. She tried to use what little skill she had and to make up in enthusiasm what she lacked in skill. In any event, because of the way her head was pulled backward, she was limited in her ability to move her head. Zero used her tongue as best as she could, as Jake, after a slow start, began to pound his cock in and out of her mouth. Finally, he came and Zero struggled mightily to swallow every drop.

“Not bad for a new slit. She has potential to make a fine cocksucker.”

Zero flushed with pride at the compliment. She realized how her training had changed her.

Now came the assistants. Zero struggled to center her thoughts on pleasing her master, because Shiteater was still hard at work on her cunt and she could not, must not cum until she had satisfied all the masters. Her concentration lapsed a little as she tired from her lengthy ordeal and she felt her passions riding to a higher level before she could regain her concentration. She used her lips and her tongue as eagerly and passionately as she could on the first two assistants and eagerly swallowed their copious cum. The third assistant was the one who had fucked Toilet in the ass while Zero was sucking her off. While he had no trouble getting hard, Zero had to work long and hard to bring him to a climax as his cock had been recently drained. Finally Zero was able to swallow whatever cum he was able to produce.

The Masters had continued sipping on the champagne and there was very little left in her ass as her Master stepped forward to use her mouth.

“Zero, you have made me proud. Remember you are to cum on my command, not before and not later.”

Master began pumping his cock in and out of Zero’s mouth, harder and harder. Zero used her tongue and lips, trying to please her Master. Shiteater was working hard using her tongue, sucking, nibbling licking, breathing as Zero, with the end in of her ordeal in sight, became more and more stimulated. Master was about to cum when he gave the order to Zero

“CUM, NOW!!”

Zero gasped as she was free to climax like she never had before. Master felt the added passion in her lips and tongue and shot his sperm into Zero’s mouth. Zero swallowed as all her muscles flexed and spasmed in a climax that was stronger and longer than anything she had experienced or even dreamed of.

Suddenly she felt something cold and wet on her ass and the small of her back. All the Masters were laughing. Her Master, who was still shooting in her eager mouth explained it to her.

” Your climax was so strong that you pumped the champagne out of your ass. The champagne shot out of your ass like a fountain.”

Zero finished her climax and gratefully thanked everyone for the opportunity to please them, for allowing her the great privilege of coming for their pleasure. Zero was weak from her ordeal and Master was very pleased with her. He saw that she had now accepted her role as a slave. She now understood that she must always think about pleasing her masters. She now needed training to increase her skills, but in her mental approach she was now a slave.

Master assigned one of his assistants to grant Zero the privilege of a shower and to give her food and drink before putting her back in her cage. It was time to get Zero used to his assistants as they would now be taking an active role in her training.

Chapter Seven

Toilet’s Ordeal

The party continued. The slaves brought out delicious gourmet food and the Masters sat on big comfortable chairs and laughed and joked as they ate. Every once in a while, one would call on a slave for use. The slave would endure whatever the master had in mind. Since this was a party, most of the use was simple and straightforward, but painful. For example, a spanking does not seem like much, but when the spanking is 100 blows, each delivered with full force, the results are a very red ass that will be painful for a long time.

Jake pulled Master away from the others and said “I’m glad the new slave is working out so well. You have her less than a week and she has fully accepted her condition. You’re the best we have, but this is the last slave you’re going to be training for us.”

Master was expecting this but was stunned anyway.

“Jake, we’ve known each other for a long time. Can’t you put in a good word for me? I’m not ready to retire.”

“ I did put in a good word for you and we all agree. You definitely are not ready to retire.”

“I don’t understand, If You are not retiring me, why is this the last slave that I’ll be training?”

“Dave, sometimes I wonder about you. You’re  not retiring, I am”, said Jake. “You are going to be taking over my job. I’m older than you. I am ready to spend more time with my children and grandchildren. Oh, I’ll drop by once in a while to keep my hand in and sample the merchandise but you are going to have my job.”

Jake was relieved but still puzzled. “I’ve never asked but what exactly is your job?”

“ I wear many hats. First of all, I am the director of all training. I haven’t had to work with you much, because you are a natural, but you will be in charge of training all the trainers at all the facilities. You will have overall control over the physical plant of all the facilities, security will be under you. And you will be a talent spotter.”

Dave looked worried. “Jake, I really don’t want to be involved in the strong arm end of the operation.”

“Jake, you are not thinking. Do you think the group would risk you on anything illegal? As a matter of fact if you ever get anything worse than a speeding ticket, you’ll be in serious trouble with the group. I said talent, you dummy, not merchandise. We have some members of our group with connections with Sicily and Russia. They handle merchandise. You will be looking for talent.”

Dave still looked puzzled. “ Dave, we are an expanding organization. We need to add more trainers. We can’t exactly advertise in the NY Times. Do you think I met you by accident twenty five years ago? That was my job. The group is planning a major expansion. First of all, they plan to open a new facility for training female slaves. Second they plan on opening a new facility to train male slaves. Some of our members have daughters and they are looking to train boy toys for their daughters. You are going to have a lot on your plate. You are the liaison between the group and the facilities. You will make sure that slaves are trained within a reasonable period of time. It’s a very responsible job and you will be compensated as befitting the CEO of a small company, One Million Dollars a year. I said I put in a good word for you. Don’t disappoint me.”

Dave was thrilled. Not only was he not being forced into retirement, he was being promoted to a very responsible position at four times his current salary.

“Let’s celebrate with a sandwich, how about Toilet?”

“Toilet will be fine,” said Jake, “I’ll take the cunt from the bottom, you take the ass from the top.”

“Sounds great, but let’s warm her up properly first.”

With that they called over Toilet and prepared her for the honor of being the middle of a sandwich. First both Dave and Jake gave her 50 spanks each across her ass. Then, when her ass was nice and red, they used a strap. Each gave her 25 strokes across the ass. Toilet was very well trained, and was used to receiving punishment but she was in tears from the punishment. Jake stuck his fingers up her cunt and felt how wet she was.

“Okay, she’s warmed up. Let’s have some fun.”

Jake lay down on the bed and Toilet placed her cunt over Jake’s cock. Jake was normal sized and she was able to keep him deep in her hot cunt. Then Dave placed his cock at the edge of Toilet’s ass. His cock was large, over 8 inches, and thick. He pushed his big cock through her anus and held it there for a minute, allowing Toilet to prepare for the coming invasion, then waiting a little more, keeping Toilet in suspense, making her wonder when the cock would fill her up. Then, in an instant, Dave plunged in to the limit. He filled her totally. He felt Jake’s cock filling her cunt as he filled her ass. He pumped harder and harder into her tight ass. Jake meanwhile was content to lie quietly and let Toilet do the work. She used her well trained cunt muscles to pump his cock as she tried to work him to a climax.  She flexed her cunt muscles and her ass muscles to please Dave and Jake. To encourage her, Jake grabbed her tits and squeezed her nipples hard. Dave, riding her ass as hard as he could, kept slapping her already sore ass.

Toilet kept repeating “Thank you Masters, I hope you are enjoying my ass and cunt. I am honored that you use my body for you pleasure. My body is only here to please you and I pray that my pain brings you pleasure. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.” Dave asked Jake if he was ready, Jake said he was enjoying himself and would like to wait a few minutes more. Dave slowed down his pumping, but neither Dave nor Jake slowed their slapping of Toilet’s ass or squeezing her tits. Toilet was becoming more and more aroused as her holes were being filled. She knew that she had no permission to come and kept concentrating on giving pleasure to her masters. Finally Jake said that he was ready and Dave thrust as hard and quickly as he could and in five quick thrusts he came deep in her ass. Jake  came deep in her cunt.  Toilet was clenching both holes as hard as she could, making sure to maximize her masters pleasure.

Finally, Dave’s cock popped out of her ass and he immediately climbed around and stuck his cock in her mouth.

“Suck it clean, swallow my juices you slut. Swallow the juices from my cock and your filthy ass.”

Toilet kept sucking and swallowing. Finally she was through with Dave and got on her knees to clean Jake’s cock. She kept thanking her Masters for honoring her with their come, honoring her body by using her for their pleasure.

Jake was getting older, and since this was his second cum of the day, it was not as strong as his first. He blamed Toilet for this and said that since he was not satisfied with her performance, she would be punished. Toilet was more upset by not satisfying Jake than by the prospect of punishment.

“Oh yes, punish me, punish me harshly, I have failed you, I deserve harsh punishment.”

Jake responded “Yes you do, and I shall give it to you. Spread your legs and grab your ankles. I will not restrain you, but if you do not hold position, I will throw you out of the program.”

That was a threat that terrified Toilet.  She was going to maintain her position as long as she lived until given orders otherwise. Jake grabbed a cruel whip, made of heavy leather, five tails, each knotted . He took this whip and brought it up cruelly between Toilet’s legs onto her cunt.

“Count each one you worthless Toilet.”

“One, thank you master, may I please have another, two, thank you master, may I please have another. ………Ten, thank you Master, may I please have another.” Toilet hoped that might be the end but then came “Eleven, thank you Master, may I please have another. Twenty, thank you Master, may I please have another”. Toilet’s cunt lips were cut and bleeding.” Twentyone, thank you Master may I please have another. Finally Jake reached twentyfive and said that is enough.

“What I want you to do now is to play with yourself. When you feel that you must come, you will beg permission. Perhaps I will be inclined to be merciful.”

Toilet reached her fingers down between her legs and delicately touched her torn cunt lips. She had been through severe training and Master had thought that she was almost ready for auction, but Jake had caused her great pain and had damaged the merchandise. As Master looked at Toilet, he realized that it would take almost a month before she would heal. While Toilet wanted to gently play with her cunt, Jake kept insisting that she go all out.

“Finger fuck yourself. Hard and fast. All the way”

Toilet, despite her great pain, followed instructions and despite the pain, and the blood, rapidly found herself reaching her climax. Her training had been such that even great pain was still a sexual stimulant. She was shaking and trembling with the urge to climax and begged Master Jake for permission.

“I beg you Master, please take pleasure in watching this unworthy slave come, and forgive Toilet for not satisfying you with her filthy cunt.”

“Very well, you may come.”

That was all Toilet needed to hear as she exploded in a frenzy. All the pain of her punishments were transformed into the greatest of pleasures as her body exploded with pleasure. She shook and twisted in pleasure as she called out loudly. “Thank you, Master, Thank you Master, Thank you, Master for permitting this Toilet such great pleasure.”

Dave let Toilet recuperate for a few minutes, then he went to a closet and pulled out a strange looking device. It was a small dildo, five inches and narrow, that was attached by wires to a rectangular box that had 10 small multicolored lights coming out of one side. He had Toilet assume the kneel position and inserted the small dildo in her ass. Immediately the first 8 bulbs on the box lit up.

“Now squeeze your ass muscles on the dildo.”

As Toilet squeezed with her ass the 9^th bulb lit up and the 10^th bulb flickered on and off. The Dave took the dildo out of her ass and placed it in her cunt. Only 4 bulbs lit up and when she was told to squeeze her cunt muscles, 6 bulbs were the most she could light.

“This device measures the pressure you can bring to squeeze a cock. Your ass is tight and can squeeze at 95%, more than adequate. Your cunt has been stretched and you have not kept exercising your cunt muscles to keep them tight. That is why you did not satisfy Master Jake. You will exercise with this pressure meter whenever you are not being used. You will be punished until you can get 9 bulbs lit with your cunt muscles. You will start working immediately. You will keep squeezing with your cunt until a Master directs you otherwise.”

Toilet was left on her knees, with her knees spread wide, her ass in the air, her lips on the ground. She had the small dildo in her cunt, and though she was wracked with pain from her many punishments, and though her cunt lips were bleeding from the whipping, her mind was fixated on squeezing the dildo with her cunt muscles so as to light up all 10 lights. She wanted to tighten her cunt muscles so that she would give her masters more pleasure when they honored her by fucking her in her cunt.

Dave checked the charts to see what had been done to Zero. Although to the slave it would seem that life was random, that food, drink and torture came at random, the opposite was true. Everything that was done to the slave, especially at the early stages of training was done for a reason. Yes, the slave may be given the exact same meal three or four sessions in a row and then not given any food or drink at all for two or three sessions, but this was done deliberately, to keep the slave off balance, to rob her of any psychological anchor. She was being taught that her only reality was serving her masters with complete religious devotion, as if her masters were gods.

Although gods could be cruel, they were powerful. They must be obeyed. More than mere obedience was required. What was demanded was the complete subjugation of the slaves will to the will of the gods. After all, the gods kept the slave alive. They gave her food and drink. They allowed her to piss and shit. They kept her clean. And occasionally they allowed her to experience the most marvelous pleasure, to cum. It was only by serving them with total devotion that the slave could hope for such a great reward.

So Dave studied the chart to see what Zero had been fed and what she was given to drink as she was put in her cage. He noted that Zero had been given a filling meal of soup, steak and fries as a reward for her performance at the party. He planned to begin training Zero in using her ass to pleasure a cock and he wanted to make sure that she was well rested. He therefore noted on the chart that she should not be used by his assistants until further notice. He also noted that she should be given food and drink and allowed to piss in about 10 hours. Outside of that, he would leave her to her own thoughts until he was ready to use her. The time alone should let her recuperate and may serve to again remind her that she was under the complete control of the Masters.

He made the appropriate notations on her chart, so his assistants would not interfere with his plans. Meanwhile he made a note to his assistants that all the slaves should be tested with the pressure meter. He realized that he and his assistants all had larger than average cocks, although none were truly monsters. They had placed an emphasis on training the slaves to handle big cocks. They had stretched their cunts and asses with larger than life dildos. Now he realized that some of the owners might be smaller than average. Jake was the most experienced of the Masters, as he was the oldest and had been involved with every slave, in every facility. The purchasing owner would not be as experienced and jaded as Jake. But there was no reason not to train the slaves to please the small cock as well as the big.

Was there anything else that he was missing? What made Dave a great trainer is he was never satisfied. Of course he enjoyed his work. He loved whipping and torturing his slaves, breaking their spirits quickly and thoroughly. He loved fucking the new meat, training them to give satisfaction, humbling them, making them beg to please him. But he never forgot that he was hired to do a job, to train the slaves, and he was not there merely to enjoy himself. When he wanted merely to please himself, he had Shiteater, his own personal slave. When he was training slaves for the group he had a job to do and he never let himself forget it. He was constantly thinking of how to improve the training program, and now he would be in charge of training at all the groups facilities.

Dave looked over at Toilet who was concentrating on squeezing her cunt muscles. She had been at work for almost an hour, and cunt muscles, like all other muscles, needed down time to gain strength. Toilet was a bloody mess and he had a difficult decision to make. Toilet was the slave who had been there longest and the Masters had talked about putting her up for auction. Although there were advantages to letting her continue her exercise, Dave decided that he would order her to rest until further orders. Slaves with seniority were given latitude in choosing exercises when they were not being used, but Dave felt Toilet must be ordered to bed and put a notation on her chart that she was not to be used for at least 12 hours. Toilet would be hungry and thirsty by then, and might even have a full bladder, but those were punishments that she could easily tolerate, even in her battered condition. Twelve hours would make her worry about possibly being abandoned, a fear that will further her desire to please.

Having updated his charts, Dave took Shiteater and went to his room. Zero would wait till tomorrow.

Chapter 8

The Virgin Ass

Dave was away for three days. He went with Jake to look at the other training sites and to begin the process of obtaining a full time Mistress to begin training male slaves, to be used as toys by the daughters of the group members. Jake told Dave that with the growing power of women in the economy, the group was considering adding female members when the project was underway. Since membership in the group was quite expensive, this project could prove to be very profitable.

Dave suggested that in addition to a Mistress to train the male slaves, a second Mistress be hired to be involved in training the female slaves as well. What better way of demonstrating the slaves complete worthlessness than to have to obey and serve not only a male Master, but a Mistress as well. Jake said that sounded like a great idea, and they would bring it up when they met with the group’s executive committee.

Before Dave went back to work, he spent a day with Shiteater at his Trump Tower apartment in NYC. At night they went to New York’s finest B&D club, where he demonstrated Shiteater’s training in obedience and in ability to take pain. After giving her a severe barehanded spanking that turned her ass-cheeks bright red, he called for a volunteer from the audience to let Shiteater demonstrate her cock sucking skills. He picked the volunteer with the biggest cock and told Shiteater that she would have her ass paddled until she swallowed all the cum. With that Shiteater got on her knees and started sucking cock for dear life as Dave paddled her already red ass with his favorite paddle, a ping pong paddle, made of oak, with rough sandpaper glued to each side. Dave paddled Shiteater’s ass till it was a bloody mess, the sandpaper on one side was torn and he switched to the second side. Finally the volunteer grabbed Shiteater’s head and pulled it tightly to him, so that her lips were buried in his pubic hair. His cock was so deep in Shiteater’s throat that she had to use the circus technique of a sword swallower to get it down her throat. The volunteer came in great spurts, as Shiteater, despite her extensive training, struggled to swallow every drop before any could escape. Finally, having accomplished her task to the great satisfaction of the volunteer, who had feared for the safety of his cock, Dave stopped his paddling. Shiteater turned to the volunteer and said “I pray that my lips, my tongue and my throat have been pleasing to you.” Then she turned to Dave and said, “Master I pray that my pain has brought you pleasure and that my efforts have not embarrassed you. I beg you, if you would be so kind, to punish me for sucking the cock of another man.”

Dave responded, “It is always my pleasure to punish you. Spread your legs and grab your ankles.”

When Shiteater obeyed Dave took a thin, whippy cane and gave her 10 hard strokes on her pussy lips. He then took a wire and tied it tightly around her waist and pulled it as tight as he could through her cunt while she was standing straight. He then ordered her to touch her toes 100 times, each time causing further agony as the wire cut into her delicate, already bloody flesh.

As Shiteater was painfully demonstrating her obedience, Dave mingled with the crowd. He passed the word that he might have lucrative employment for a highly qualified Mistress. He left a phone number where he would get messages, and accepted congratulations for his well trained slave. When Shiteater completed her exercise she was ordered to remain in the kneel position for the rest of the evening. Shiteater remained, knees spread, bloody ass held high, lips on the floor, for another hour, till Dave decided that it was time to go home. At that time, he cut the wire around her waist and cunt, but just as Shiteater was beginning to feel some relief, he washed her bloody ass with saltwater, causing further excruciating pain. Before putting on her coat, he stuck a vibrator up her cunt, reminding her that she was not permitted to cum. He had been too easy on her lately, Dave told himself. It was fun to remind her, once in a while, that her only satisfaction was to come from pleasing him.

When Dave got back, he checked on Zero.  She had been fed a steady diet of cock, and had progressed to show a certain degree of skill, in addition to raw enthusiasm. She had been permitted to piss at irregular intervals, but had not been permitted to shit and she was now, in fact, in pain as her bowels were quite full. It was time to start to train her ass.

Zero was released and commanded to kneel. She was now given a large enema, three quarts, half again as large as the two quarts she was given before the party. The water was hot, not boiling, but hot enough that it burnt Zero’s delicate anus. Zero was in agony from the first drop of water, but after each quart, she thanked her Master, through her tears, and begged for another quart. Finally, after the third quart, Master felt that she truly could not contain any more water and inserted a butt plug. Zero was commanded to rise and Master saw that her stomach was truly stretched from the water that had filled her bowels.

“I want to make sure that the enema does a thorough job of cleaning your filthy ass. I want you to do fifty jumping jacks and then touch your toes fifty times. Begin counting.”

At this time, all Zero wanted to do was to shit. All she could think about was the pain in her ass from the hot water that had filled her so thoroughly. Never the less, the Masters command must be obeyed and Zero started to slowly do the jumping jacks that Master had commanded. “One, two, three..” she began slowly, when Master interrupted her with a slash of his whip on her bottom.

“No, that is much too slow. Jumping Jacks must be done quickly, and touching toes as well. I will not permit you to shit till I have seen you do these exercises to my satisfaction. Now begin again, and remember, quickly and vigorously.”

Again Zero began the normally simple task of basic jumping jacks. But what is normally simple is almost impossible when your ass is filled with three quarts of hot water. As Zero started to jump and count she felt that she might explode. Even though the butt plug was designed to stay in the ass unless removed by hand, she felt in danger of having it explode out of her ass due to the pressure of three quarts of water moving quickly and rapidly, circulating through her ass and causing her tremendous cramping and pressure. As soon as she reached fifty, she immediately started her toe touching.

When she finished her body was completely drained. She was drenched in sweat, she was shivering, her ass was clamping. She collapsed on her knees and kissed Master’s feet, thanking him for giving her such an extraordinary enema, for caring so about her ass, for permitting her to exercise so strenuously, for training her so well. Finally Master asked her one question. “Who owns your ass?” Zero replied quickly, “My ass belongs to you. It is yours to use at your pleasure.”

Master had one more card to play before he would finally permit Zero to release her shit. “You may remove the butt plug, but you are not permitted to shit until I command you. Since you have just agreed that your ass belongs to me, disobedience will be punished most harshly.”

Zero removed the butt plug and stayed on her knees. Her entire mind, her entire world, consisted of her efforts to keep her ass clenched against the pressure of the enema. Imagine having a bad case of diarrhea and being no where near a bathroom. Then multiply that agony a hundred times and you might get some small idea of Zero’s agony. Her face reflected her pain. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. Finally Master had mercy and told her to sit on her bucket.

“What have you learnt from this, Zero?”

“I understand that you are my Master and that you control my body and my soul, I must thank you for every privilege you permit me, most of all, for the privilege of being allowed to serve you, to try to please you with my pain.”

“ Very well, Zero, you may Shit.”

With that, the shit exploded out of Zero’s ass.  Water, and shit, poured into the bucket in torrents. Zero never felt as empty as she did when she finally finished her shit. The bucket was filled with the water and the shit, and she knew that some of the shit had splashed up and stuck to her thighs. She was weak and dizzy from the enema, but Master had her stand up and quickly cleaned her with a high pressure cold water hose. As he ran the hose all over her, Master cleaned off the shit from her thighs and asshole and washed away the sweat that was all over her. Finally, when she was clean he took a rough towel and quickly and harshly dried her off.

“I am going to punish your ass. You will count as you have been trained, and you will thank me for punishing you. You will beg me to fuck you in the ass. Now get over my knees and prepare to be spanked.” Master began to spank Zero’s soft, round ass.

“One, may I please have another, two, may pleas have another…. each slap was hard, and Zero’s ass quickly turned pink. Finally she reached “20, May I please have another?”

Master responded “Now it is time for the paddle.” He had a long session prepared, so he used a plain oak paddle, without the sandpaper he generally used to tear an ass apart. He would bloody her ass in other ways.

“One, may I please have another..two, may I please have another, three, may I please have     another?” When she reached twenty, her entire ass had turned bright red.

“Thank you Master, for using my ass, to give me pain for your pleasure. I hope my pain pleases you, and I beg you to honor me by fucking me in the ass.”

Master replied “Zero, I have only barely begun to give you pain. I started with the pain of a child, then moved to the pain of a naughty girl. Next we will cane you as I would cane a disobedient school girl. Finally I shall have you whipped like the slave that you are.”

With that Master had Zero tied over a whipping horse. Her legs were wide apart, her waist was bent over the top of the horse, her arms were wide apart and she was looking backward as Master approached her with a thin whippy cane. Master was determined to use the thin cane to draw blood as he struck hard across the center of the beautiful red globes. Zero’s ass was so sensitive from her previous beatings that merely running a finger over it was enough to cause agony, the cane caused Zero to scream long and loud. Master paused briefly to look at the effects of his blow. As he drew back for his second blow Zero quickly regained control and quickly said “Thank you Master, may I please have another?”

“You must remember to count, Zero. If I strike a blow, before you have counted the previous one, we will start again from one.” Zero knew that whatever her pain, she must control herself enough to keep up with Masters cane. Besides the fear of additional blows she did not want to displease her Master. She wanted her Master to be pleased with her. What else did she have?

Master kept up his harsh blows to the accompaniment of Zeros screams and count. He

laid the cane accurately across her entire ass, from top to bottom, raising welts across the entire ass. Finally, the last four blows broke skin and Zeros ass began to bleed. Master paused to enjoy the view of Zero’s blood as Zero continued to count through her pain.

Master paused briefly after twenty with the cane. He wanted Zero to regain some of her strength so that she would be better prepared to appreciate the agony she was about to endure. Master took out his cat. Hand made of heavy kangaroo leather, each tail was knotted . The knots would slash unto her already battered and bloody ass and tear it into a bloody pulp. This was almost the final step before Zero would be granted the honor of having her ass fucked for the first time. So Master waited five minutes while Zero was able to stop her tears. Without the use of her hands, she could do nothing about her spittle or the mucous that was running down her face, but she was breathing normally when Master told her “Now you will be whipped with a cat like the slave that you are.”

With that he began to whip Zero’s ass. Each blow, coming on top of the already brutal punishment, was agony. Each blow caused Zero to scream. Each blow drew blood. Zero struggled to maintain her ritual of count, thank you, may I please have another. By now, the blood was dripping from Zero’s ass, and as her head hung down she could see the increasing drip of her blood. As the count increased, the blood  increased, till it was no longer a drip but a flow of blood coming from all over her ass.

Finally, Zero reached twenty. “What have you learned?”,  asked Master. Zero stopped to think. What had she learned from this agony?

“I learned that I am here only to give you pleasure. My pain is a means of giving you pleasure. I wish to please you and will willingly endure all pain so as to please you. I thank you for using my pain and my ass for your pleasure, and I beg you to make further use of my ass, by fucking  me in my ass. I am here to please you and I beg for you to take your pleasure by fucking my ass.”

“Very well, Zero, I will honor you by fucking you in the ass. But first, I must wash the blood off.” With that Master took a bucket of water and threw it over Zero’s bloody ass. All of a sudden, Zero’s ass shook violently as she screamed once again. The water was salty, saltier than the ocean. As the salt mixed with the blood Zero felt more and more pain.

As the pain was at its most intense, Master grabbed Zero’s ass cheeks and separated them. He brought his cockhead to her anus and quickly inserted it through her tight, virginal asshole. He then proceeded to fuck her hard, plunging deep into her tight back door.

Zero was taken beyond pain. Until recently, she had never dreamed of being fucked in her ass, never thought that anyone would do such a filthy thing. Now her Master had spent his time torturing her ass and now was using it for his pleasure. Her Master was fucking her ass!! Through all the agony of her previous beatings, through the blood and scars left by the cane and the cat, through the pain of the saltwater washing away the blood, she could feel her Masters cock ripping through her ass, reaching deep within her. She was thankful now for the deep enema Master had given her. She would hate to soil Masters cock with her filthy shit.

“Thank you, Master. Thank you for fucking my ass. Thank you for using me for your pleasure. Thank you for preparing my ass to receive your majestic cock. Thank you for cleaning my ass with the enema so that the would be none of my filthy shit to soil your beautiful and majestic cock. Thank you for fucking me hard. Thank you for using me for your pleasure.”

Master continued to fuck Zero as she was tied on the whipping horse. He found her virgin ass tight and delightful. He continued to slap her ass as he fucked her, using the involuntary contractions of her ass to further his pleasure. He continued to fuck her hard and deep. He enjoyed listening to Zero moan her thanks, and he truly enjoyed the tightness of her ass. It was still warm from the enema. Her moans, her thank you’s, the clenching of her ass as she was spanked truly made this a top notch experience for him. “My god, she is some fuck. The Master who buys her will get his moneys worth no matter what she goes for at auction” he thought as he kept plunging toward his climax.

Finally he came, long, hard and copiously. He filled her ass with his come. Finally, all spent, he pulled out. He released Zero from the horse and as he sat down he commanded Zero to use her tongue to clean his cock and balls. Zero immediately got to her knees and proceeded to bath his cock and balls with her lips, her tongue and finally her mouth. She sucked and swallowed all the come from his cock and licked through his pubic hair to make sure it was entirely clean. Finally, he was satisfied and had her stop. She breathlessly thanked him for taking her virgin asshole, for using her for his pleasure, for honoring her with his cum.

Master had one more command for Zero. “My cum is precious and must not go to waste. You will insert two fingers into your ass and scoop out all my cum. You will then lick my cum from your fingers and swallow it.”

Master watched as Zero took two fingers and pushed them up her asshole. The fingers fit easily as his cock had just stretched her tight ass, and it would be a while before the hole tightened up again. Zero felt so stretched that she didn’t think that her ass would ever recover. She scooped up Master’s cum and licked it greedily from her fingers. Again and again, she stuck her fingers up her ass and licked up Master’s precious cum. As she had her fingers in her ass, she kept thanking Master for fucking her asshole, for honoring her by taking his pleasure in her ass, by allowing her to savor the sweet nectar of his precious cum. Finally, her ass was dry. She had swallowed every drop of cum from her ass. Master was pleased with Zero. It was time for her to be allowed to rest.

Chapter 9

Black and White

Dave was notified when Zero woke up and immediately went to her cell. He allowed her to piss and listened with great pleasure as she recited her prayer of thanks for the privilege of pissing.

“I thank Master for showing me how he owns my body, for showing me how your control is in every aspect of my body. Without your permission I dare not piss or shit. I thank you my Master for in your kindness and mercy you granted me permission to piss. My body is yours, and as I attempt to worship you and give you pleasure my mind will not be distracted by my physical needs. I can devote my thoughts solely towards pleasing you.”

“I am pleased with your progress, Zero, and I am going to grant you new privileges.” With that, Master put the leash and collar around Zero’s neck and took her to a new room. “This will be your home for the rest of your training.”

Zero looked around and saw a large room with a real bed in the center. True, the bed was designed with various restraints and attachments, but it was a real bed and looked delightfully comfortable. Surrounding the bed were a variety of exercise devices, from a treadmill for walking and running to devices for exercising her abdominal muscles and increasing her flexibility.

There was a computer opposite the bed and next to her bed was a small night table. With Masters approval, she opened it and saw running shoes and athletic socks.

Master explained “You have earned the privilege of being allowed to take care of our property, your body. You will chose various exercises on the machines that we have provided, and when you exercise you will protect our property, your feet, by wearing the socks and sneakers. You will also be responsible for our properties cleanliness.” With that he pointed to a large glass cylinder in a corner of the room.  Zero looked to Master, and, with his approval, walked to the cylinder and found a button that opened the cylinder.

“This is your special shower. We want our property to be kept clean at all times.  At the same time, our property must remember that she is property and so, is forbidden to touch herself without permission. We therefore designed this special shower. Get in.”

Zero entered and noticed that there were two metal slots at the bottom of the shower and, if she kept her feet widely separated, she could insert one foot in each slot. There were two rings hanging from the top of the cylinder and Zero was able to stretch her arms so she could grasp one with each hand. The cylinder started to close and Master instructed her not to move until the door opened again.

As soon as the cylinder closed, Zero felt herself surrounded by water. Showerheads focused water from the top, on her head, from the bottom, between her legs and on her cunt and ass, and all around her body, front and back. Every few seconds, the temperature of the water changed, from boiling hot, to icy cold to the comfortable middle. She felt soap in the water that was surrounding her body, and then the water turned clear. Her hair was subject to pulsating streams of what she realized must be shampoos and conditioners and then again, to clear rinse water. The shower continued to cycle between hot and cold and between soap and rinse. Zero lost track of the number of cycles. She could not get comfortable, due to the frequent changes in temperature. She used to love to take long leisurely showers, she would rub her hands over her entire body, enjoying the feeling. Those days were far behind her. She was careful to keep her feet and hands where they belonged. Finally, the water stopped and Zero felt hot air blowing all around her, drying her body, and especially, her hair. At last she was dry and the cylinder opened.

She got out of the cylinder and fell to her knees in front of Master. “Thank you Master for providing your worthless Zero with such a wonderful device, to allow me to keep my body clean for my owners without touching myself so I am constantly reminded of the first rule. My body belongs to my masters. I am truly nothing, merely an instrument to give pleasure for my masters. This wonderful shower reminds me of this. Thank you.”

Master replied “You will have noticed the computer opposite your bed. This serves three purposes. One: your Masters may choose to give you orders via the computer, whether over the speakers, or on the screen. You will obey such orders instantaneously. When an order comes through on the screen the computer will beep. You will immediately stop what you are doing and look at the screen and obey. Second: You may use the computer to beg for permission to piss or shit, or other needs such as food or water. It is not expected that you use this privilege frivolously but it is available if it is needed. You will be left at times to your own devices and the Masters may not be around to care for you at all times. Third: You will use the computer to compose prayers to your Masters, to be recited at various times and for different privileges. Prayers of requests and prayers of thanks. You will compose these prayers when you are unable to exercise, and not ready to sleep.  Finally, you see your bucket against the wall. Above the bucket is a sink, which you will use to clean your socks and your bucket. You will keep your room and yourself clean at all times. You will find a small mirror and a razor, which you will use to keep yourself hairless below the neck. You are being given the privilege and responsibility of caring for yourself and choosing your own activities. You will remember that this is a privilege and take care to keep your master’s property fit and clean.”

Master pulled out two nipple clamps, and attached them to Zero’s tits. He then pulled out two pound weights and attached one to each clamp. Zero felt the agony of the pressure on her beautiful tits. Master then took out an Allen wrench and used it to tighten the clamps to the maximum.  Zero was in tears. “You will keep these on till given other orders. It will give you a constant reminder of your status.”

“Thank you Master for taking such care in training this slave, Thank you for allowing me to suffer such pain, to constantly remember that I am a slave.”

With that Dave left Zero to her own devices as he took Shiteater and left for San Francisco, where he had an appointment with potential Mistresses for the group.

The trip to San Francisco was uneventful. Dave had Shiteater wear a vibrator and she was forbidden to cum, so she was very much on edge when they reached their Hotel.  At the Hotel, Shiteater stripped, and wearing only shoes and a light coat, followed Master as he proceeded to the home of the Mistresses.

After knocking on the door, it was opened by a naked man. Dave first noticed that his mouth was gagged and, extending from the gag, was a coat hook. As he entered and looked further, he saw that his body was completely shaved, and the man was standing with his feet wide apart. He noticed that the man’s balls were bound in a leather pouch, which was pulled down by four lead weights hanging down and stretching the sack.

“Yes, it is quite painful, but coatrack loves it, don’t you?” The man with the coat hook coming out of his mouth nodded as the beautiful Mistress spoke from her bed. Dave looked into the room and saw two Mistresses.

“Welcome, Dave. We hear you are looking for Mistresses for a special job. We are the best in the business. I’m Mistress White and over there is Mistress Black.”

Dave looked around and saw the two Mistresses. Mistress White was incredibly beautiful. She was Blonde, about 5 foot 7,long legs, and wearing a white leather corset, that shaped and emphasized her large, beautiful breasts. 38 C Dave estimated. Perfection. He noticed that she was sitting on a slave, her ass over his nose and her cunt on his mouth. She was holding a small dog whip in one hand and a drummers stick in the other.

“I am teaching him self control. Limp Dicky, here, is to please me, but is forbidden to get an erection. I use the dog whip to encourage his tongue to work faster and go deeper, (she punctuated her speech with a slash of the whip across his shaved cock) while I use the drummers stick if his cock should ever disobey my orders and get hard. Meanwhile he breathes in the delightful aroma of my ass, and I am sure to occasionally fart to add to his enjoyment. Meanwhile, please excuse me for a minute.”

With that, Mistress White started to slash Limp Dicky’s with her dog whip as her breathing got faster and she started to bounce up and down on Limp Dicky’s face. Very soon she reached her first climax, but rather than stop, she demanded that Limp Dicky continue his oral attentions.

Dave looked over at Mistress Black. The contrast could not have been greater. Mistress Black was a very dark Negro, short and very heavy. Dave estimated about 5 foot 2, 225 pounds. She was wearing a black corset that barely contained her large tits. There was a slave fucking her.

“This is Little Dicky. He has a problem with premature ejaculation. He has to bring me to three orgasms without coming himself. After that, I may be generous and let him cum, or I might send him away with a severe case of blue balls. I notice that your slave is with you. Would you mind if I borrow her for a few minutes?” Mistress Black spoke slowly, with a pronounced Southern drawl.

“Shiteater, follow Mistress Black’s instructions, but first hang up our coats on the coatrack.” Shiteater helped Master Dave off with his coat and hung it on the hanger on  coatrack. Then she stripped off her coat and hung it directly on the hook in coatrack’s mouth. She then crawled on her knees to Mistress Black.

“What I want you to do is to lick Little Dicky’s ass and balls as he is fucking me. He is not allowed to cum, so I want you to give him a challenge. Perhaps, if he’s good, I might let him cum after he is finished with me.”

Shiteater immediately climbed behind Little Dicky and started breathing on his ass, licking his ass and balls, as he was fucking Mistress Black. She could sense his balls tighten as he got harder and harder. He was moving faster and faster as he fucked Mistress Black, who herself began breathing hard.

Master Dave looked around at the two Mistresses, each being serviced by their slaves, each reaching a climax. Then he noticed another slave crawling on his knees. His mouth was gagged and inserted in the gag was a feather duster, which he was using to dust the floor. But the most diabolical thing was the way his balls were restrained. They were pulled back between his legs and fastened by two semi-circular bands to the back of the slaves thighs. If the slave would attempt to get up, his balls would be torn off.

“You’ve noticed my featherduster. Featherduster and coatrack are our permanent slaves. We call them Thing one and Thing two.”

Mistress Black had finished her first orgasm, and although Little Dicky was still fucking her hard and Shiteater was still working on his ass and balls, Mistress Black was winding down. She was determined to stretch her orgasms so that Little Dicky would have to control himself.

“We work as a team. Mistress White is gorgeous, and the Slaves worship her. They are not allowed to even think about penetrating her, and are honored to be allowed to serve her with their tongue. Me, I’m fat, and they think I’m stupid. I let them think that, because it is more humiliating to them. To be totally controlled by a fat, black dummy. I’ll fart in their faces, piss in their mouths, make them lick my ass after I’ve taken a shit. My slaves are made to endure pain and humiliation. That is my pleasure, and their purpose is to give me pleasure.”

“So how would you feel about working with female slaves?” Dave asked. “We are starting a new division that will train male slaves, but we would like to get you started helping to complete the training on our female slaves.”

With that Dave went to the computer and logged on to a special website. It was protected with a password that changed after every use, so that even if the keyboard would remember each stroke, the duplication of the strokes would only trigger an alarm, not open the website. However Dave’s login opened the site and the computer focused in on Zero, as she was lying on her bed, legs widely separated in the on the back position, while she was playing with her cunt. Her tits still had the clamps and weights attached and were swollen.

“About 48 hours ago, I tortured her ass and took her anal virginity. Although she has been given water to drink, she has not been fed, nor has she been given permission to piss. She has been ordered to play with herself, but not given permission to come. In this phase, we train the slaves to obey, without our physical presence. She has been playing with her cunt for the past 3 hours and has been at the edge of coming for the past hour. She also has not been allowed to piss for the past 24 hours. This is where we get into the slaves head.”

Dave continued to type on the keyboard and a metallic voice was heard from Zero’s room

telling Zero that she was being given permission to beg for  one of two things. She may beg for permission to piss or for permission to cum. She would have choose for herself.

The metallic voice was the only thing that she had heard since Master had moved her into her new room. She did not like it. It was one thing to obey a Master’s orders when a Master was giving them. It was another thing to hear a metallic voice from her computer and be forced to obey. And she was forced. She was trained enough to realize that failure to obey would be punished harshly, so she did obey, but this was a new phase that made her feel more humiliated than she had at any point in her previous training.

Now she was offered a choice and she must make it quickly. She had been playing with herself and was on the edge of coming. She had been holding back her cum for the past hour and was shivering and sweating in anticipation. At the same time she had not been allowed to piss and knew that as much as she wanted to cum, she needed to piss. She might not be allowed to piss for hours, or even days, if she did not take the chance to do it now. If she pissed without permission, not only would she be punished most severely, but, more important, she would displease her Master and she only wanted to please her Master. That was the most important thing in her world, indeed, the only important thing in her world.

“Please, Master, I humbly beg permission to piss, to relieve the pressure that I feel. I know that my only purpose in life is to please my Masters, and I am unable to concentrate on pleasing my Masters because of the pressure on my bladder. I beg you to allow me the privilege of pissing so that my mind can concentrate on pleasing you without being distracted by my body.”

Dave continued to type and the metallic voice was heard from Zero’s room. “You may piss into your bucket, then you will pour the contents carefully into your water bowl. You will lap up your piss, licking up every drop, and continue to refill your water bowl until your bucket is empty.”

All eyes focused on the computer screen, as Zero hurried to obey the voice. They watched as she squatted over her bucket and pissed, long and hard. They saw the look of relief on her face as she gratefully thanked her Master. “Thank you Master for allowing me to piss for your pleasure. I am your slave, and as your slave, I have no thoughts except my desire to please you. I know that I can do nothing without your permission. Everything, even the simplest needs of my body, such as food and drink, or pissing and shitting, are only done with your permission and for your pleasure. I pray that my pissing has brought you pleasure and I thank you for allowing me this privilege.”

She immediately got her water bowl and poured her piss from the bucket carefully into the water bowl. She the lay flat on her stomach and lapped up her piss. She did not like the taste. It was harsh and smelled. She was totally humiliated. She was careful to allow none of these feelings to show on her face. She finished lapping up the piss in the bowl and tried to shape her face into a smile of pleasure and not show the disgust that she felt.

“Thank you Master for allowing me to please you. Thank you for training me to please you with everything that I do, even with the drinking of my own piss. You are training me so well to keep your pleasure at the center of my thoughts always and I am grateful to you and thank you for your constant attention.” With that she refilled the bowl and again continued lapping up her piss.

Meanwhile both Mistresses were reaching their second climax. Mistress White was slashing Limp Dicky with her Dog Whip as she bounced on his face, using his tongue to fuck her pussy, bouncing her ass against his nose. Mistress Black was breathing hard as Little Dicky was pumping as hard as he could, trying to bring his Mistress to a climax, so that he might be allowed to come himself. Mistress Black told Shiteater “ He does not deserve the privilege of coming. I want you to force him to cum against my orders, so that I can punish him as he deserves.” With that, Shiteater used the very tip of her tongue to gently lick that delicate area between the slaves ball and his ass. In five seconds Little Dicky reached the point of no return. A gentle breath in his ass and he began to cum. Mistress Black immediately pushed him away as he shot his cum all over the bed. “Lick it up, you filthy piece of shit. I did not give you permission to cum.”  Mistress Black started to slash his back as hard as she could as Little Dicky was licking up his cum from the bed. As he was pushed away and whipped, his erection failed and his cock stopped spasming. What was going to be a long and hard ejaculation was transformed into a quick weak spurt, leaving Little Dicky unfulfilled and unsatisfied. As Mistress Black continued her whipping of Little Dicky, she realized that Little Dicky’s failure had left her unsatisfied. She called on Shiteater to satisfy her with her tongue. It did not take Shiteater long to bring Mistress Black to a hard and satisfying climax.

Meanwhile, as Limp Dicky brought Mistress White to the peak of pleasure, his own cock began to show signs of life. It began to grow big and hard. Mistress White would not allow that to go unpunished. Immediately after her marvelous orgasm, she started to punish Limp Dickey. “How dare you become erect in my presence? Don’t you realize you are here for my pleasure, not for your own? Do you think that I am your whore, that you can think of me as an object of your filthy, perverted lust? Such disrespect must be punished.”  With that Mistress White grasped Limp Dicky’s balls in her hand and squeezed. Limp Dicky screamed and tears flowed from his eyes as Mistress White continued to squeeze hard.  He dared not move, and stayed completely still as his Mistress continued to squeeze. Finally, she released his balls, only to continue his torture and humiliation by punching him in the solar plexus, knocking him helplessly to his knees.          “You are a worthless piece of shit, not fit to be in my presence. Stay on your knees outside my door, and hope that I feel merciful and send out your clothing, otherwise you will have to go home naked.”  Little Dicky crawled as rapidly as he could to the door and continued to cry as he kneeled outside, not daring to open his mouth, either to apologize, or to ask for mercy. He knew that his only chance of getting his clothing was complete obedience to his Mistress.

“You are exactly what we are looking for. We have been training female slave for male Masters, and we are the best. Now our owners are asking for finely trained male slaves that can satisfy all their daughters needs, safely and discretely. I’ve had you checked out before I came of course, but there is nothing like seeing these with your own eyes.”

“Why, thank you kindly,” said Mistress White, in an exaggerated  Scarlet O’Hara accent. “Your reputation as Shiteater’s owner and trainer precedes you, as well, which is why we are willing to listen to your proposition.”

“I can’t tell you too much, because of security. The group is absolutely top secret, consisting of some of the wealthiest men in the world. You will have a generous salary, complete safety, live in luxury, and be generously compensated. In addition, you will be living in a world which respects your skills and where you will be a valued member of our community, rather than hiding who you are and living on the outskirts of society. So, are you interested?”

“Sounds good. When do we start?”

“I have a private Jet waiting for us at the airport. You can take Thing one and Thing Two, any way you want, along, of course, with any other toys that you want. The advantage of private jets is that we don’t have to go through security.”

Mistress Black had whipped Little Dickey’s ass till it was bloody. She finally stopped and told him to take his clothing, along with Limp Dickey’s, and crawl out the door. They could both get dressed outside and leave. Meanwhile Thing One and Thing Two were both freed of their restraints, so they could, under their mistresses instructions, pack up the Mistresses clothing and equipment. They were leaving San Francisco and starting a new life.

Chapter 10

Zero Gets a Mistress

Zero woke with a start. She had been put to bed in light restraint. She was spread eagled on the bed, her bindings firm but not tight or extreme. She was relatively comfortable and was sleeping soundly.  All of a sudden she felt one hand over her mouth and another hand squeezing her nose. She could not breath! She quickly opened her eyes and was shocked. She expected to see her Master or one of his assistants. Instead she saw a short, fat black lady looking down at her with a great smile on her face.

“You will thank me for permitting you to breathe. You will address me as “My Lady”, and you will quickly obey my every command. You will thank me for the privilege of allowing you to serve me and beg for instructions on how you might fulfill your purpose of giving me pleasure.” The slow drawl and big grin stuck terror in Zero’s heart. Zero was about to fall unconscious from lack of Oxygen when suddenly the hands were removed from her mouth and nose and she took in a great breath.

As soon as she took in a second breath she felt two strong fingers pinching her nipple hard. “I told you to thank me for permitting you to breath. You will obey my commands promptly, not at your convenience.”

“Thank you, My Lady for granting me the most precious gift, the gift of life itself, as you have generously granted this unworthy slit, this Zero your kind permission to breath. I am sorry to have disappointed you by not following your commands immediately. I will attempt to prove myself worthy of the privilege of serving you by obeying your every desire immediately. I recognize that my only function is to bring pleasure to you and to my Masters. I beg you, My Lady, to instruct this unworthy Zero, in how I can give you pleasure. I wait your instructions, humbly, knowing that I am unworthy to serve My Lady, and eager to obey your every command.”

Zero sobbed and panted her thanks and pledge of obedience. She was still struggling for breath. Her nipple was sore from Mistress Black’s strong grip. Finally Mistress Black released her nipple, and freed her from her restraints.

“Seeing you in pain gives me pleasure,” said Mistress Black. “You will remain in the spread eagled position without restraints.” With that she reached down to Zero’s pussy lips and gripping one in each hand, squeezed as hard as she could.

Although Mistress Black looked fat, she was really quite strong. Her grip was intimate, humiliating and painful. Zero screamed as she felt the pressure. She was in tears as she recited her thank you’s, thanking My Lady for taking her pleasure in Zero’s pain, begging her Mistress to continue to inflict pain on Zero so as to increase My Lady’s pleasure. She did not dare to move a muscle in her arms or legs, as Mistress had commanded her to maintain position.

Finally, Mistress Black released her grip on Zero’s cunt lips and issued a new command. “Using your lips, you will remove my panties.” Zero got on her knees and, as gently and delicately as possible, removed her Mistress’ panties.

“Lie down and open your mouth as wide as possible. I am going to use you as a urinal, as I piss into your mouth. Since you are not trained I shall take the trouble to control my piss, giving you the chance to swallow every mouthful of my precious piss. Later I shall train you to swallow with an open mouth, so that I might piss at my convenience. If you should spill a drop of my piss, you will be punished most severely.”

With that, Mistress Black squatted over Zero’s open mouth and began to piss. Every two seconds, Mistress would stop, wait two seconds for Zero to swallow, and then piss again, filling Zero’s mouth with her golden stream. Finally, Mistress Black lowered herself onto Zero’s mouth.

“Clean me with your tongue,” she ordered, as she sat herself on Zeros face, her ass being on Zero’s nose and her cunt on Zero’s mouth. Once again Zero could not breath. As Zero used her tongue on her Mistress’ pee hole, Mistress Black leaned forward so that Zero could draw a breath through her nose. As Zero took that most needed breath she noticed an awful smell.  Mistress Black had farted directly into Zero’s nose.

“Is not my odor delicious? Is there anything more delightful than the smell of my fart? Come, continue licking my pussy and I shall reward you with the odor of my sweet farts. Fail to please me and I will punish you by pinching you tits.”

Zero could not answer verbally, as her mouth was occupied with licking her Mistress’ pussy. She responded by using her tongue on her Mistress’ cunt as skillfully as she could, using all the techniques that she had learnt from SHITEATER, TOILET and the other slaves. Mistress Black was more demanding. She wanted things just so. She wanted just so much attention paid to her lips. She wanted just so much pressure put on her clit. She wanted her clit flicked just so and sucked just so. Each time that Zero failed to meet her Mistress’ exacting standards, Mistress Black would lower her ass onto Zero’s nose, fart into her nose and then grip Zero’s nipples and squeeze. This would force Zero to breath the fart deeply as she felt the pain in her nipples.

Zero was plunged into pain, fear and humiliation. She had reached, under her Master’s training, an acceptance of her status as slave and she lived to serve her Masters. To become the best slave that she could be. She strove to please her Masters at all times, and would willingly suffer great pains and endure humiliation and degradation so that her pain would give pleasure to her Masters. But now she was serving not a Master but a Mistress. And it must be said, a black Mistress. Although Zero had never been a bigot, she felt a special humiliation. Not only was she serving a woman, she had never thought of any lesbian relationship, but to be a slave to a black woman seemed more humiliating. In addition this particular Mistress seemed particularly cruel. She had been forced to move rapidly, deeper and deeper into pain and humiliation. Would she survive? Or would her life end as she was crushed and suffocated under her Mistress’ fat ass?

Zero felt her Mistress’ pussy getting wet and her Mistress was rocking faster and faster on her face. Finally Zero tasted her Mistress’ cum shoot into her mouth as she climaxed. She felt her mistress’  full weight come down on her face.  Zero could not breath under the massive weight. Zero thought this was the end. Finally Mistress Black leaned forward so that Zero could breath.

“Say thank you for the privilege that you have been granted.” Mistress Black said with a drawl and a large grin. Zero had really been quite good and Mistress Black was drained, but she would not let her slave know that. It would be a long time before she would give Zero any words of praise or encouragement. Right now her job was to break Zero completely. There would be nothing left of Zero except the desire to serve. She would obey all commands quickly. When Mistress Black was finished with her training Zero would be the perfect slave.

“Thank you My Lady, for the great privilege you have granted me to allow you to serve you so completely. What more can a slave ask for in life than to taste the sweet golden stream of her Mistress? And to be privileged to drink My Lady’s piss, directly, not from a container, but from it’s source, is an honor beyond my capacity to express. And then you favored me by allowing me to savor the sweet smell of your body. You allowed me to smell the scents coming from within you. I am not worthy of so great a privilege. And then you used my unworthy body to give you pleasure by inflicting pain on my tits and cunt. My pain is a slight price to pay for the great privilege of giving you pleasure and I pay it willingly and eagerly. And finally, you allowed this unworthy slit, not even a slave, to worship the essence of your womanhood. You troubled yourself to instruct this unworthy one on how to please you best. You directed every detail of my service to you so as to give you pleasure. My only purpose in existing is to give you pleasure. In the same way that a chair is here to sit on, I am here to give you pleasure and I thank you for allowing me to please you.”

Zero gave her prayer of thanks as sincerely as she could. Despite her best efforts, she found herself distracted. She hoped that her Mistress would not pick up on her distraction but it was something that could not be helped.

Zero had been deprived of any sense of time. She had not been allowed any idea of day and night, let alone of hours. This had been done to keep her disoriented and it had succeeded. The breaking down of her sense of time had contributed to her descent into willing slavery. However, there is one clock that all women have, and Zero felt it going off as if it was a giant clock striking the hour. Her period was beginning.

Mistress Black looked at Zero’s face as she was reciting her prayer of thanks. She could sense a lack of enthusiasm in her prayer and saw, in her face that her mind was not focused as it should be. She was deciding what steps to take to correct this flaw when the reason for Zero’s distraction became obvious. There was blood on the sheet between Zeros legs.

“You are soiling your Master’s property and that cannot be allowed.” Mistress Black picked up her panties and commanded Zero to spread her pussy lips wide. “Beg me to place my panties into your filthy cunthole.” Zero was stunned. This was beyond anything she ever thought about, anything she could have imagined. It went past all the mental defenses that she had erected. She had told herself constantly that she must obey all commands instantly, whatever they might be, however much pain she would suffer.

She could not accept this. She simply dissolved into tears.

“So you still think that you are a human being, with dignity and rights? You are no longer human, you have not been human since you were brought here. You are whatever we want you to be, and right now I want you to be a dog, a female dog, in other words, a bitch.”

With that, she took out a large butt plug attached to a doggie tail and pushed it up Zero’s ass. She attached a leash to her collar and pulled her on her hands and knees outside the house. She was on a soft, grassy surface, where her bloody period would leave no stain. She was placed face front in a small doghouse, and restrained so that her hands were chained to the rear wall of the dog house and her knees were attached to the front wall. Her ass and pussy were forced outside the dog house, and were raised so they were displayed prominently, and she could not move. “You are a bitch, you no longer have the gift of speech, you can only bark.”

Zero’s face was forced against the rear wall of the dog house and she could not see a thing. She was crying. She smelled an awful smell and realized that there was dog shit between her knees. It was all too much. She could not go on. Then she felt a hard strong palm spanking her still sore ass. She started to scream. “Bark, you bitch,” yelled Mistress Black angrily. “You may not scream, only humans may scream. You are a bitch and must bark.” Again and again Zero felt Mistress Black’s strong hard palm beating against her poor ass. She kept screaming, She could not gain control. Mistress Black kept up her harsh rapid attack, not giving Zero time to collect herself. Thirty, forty, fifty harsh smacks as hard and as quickly as possible. Mistress Black herself lost count. Finally Mistress Black paused to switch to a short, five stranded flogger. Zero took the opportunity to quickly gain control of herself. Her ass was in terrible agony. She was able to stop her screaming and start to bark.

“That’s a good bitch, louder, wag your tail,” Mistress Black commanded the helpless Zero as she used the whip on her inner thighs and pussy. Zero had regained command over herself and was determined to serve her new Mistress to the best of her ability. If her Mistress wanted a bitch, then a bitch she would be. She continued to bark and wiggled her ass as well as she could. After 10 lashes on her thighs and cunt, Mistress Black decided that her point had been made. She too, realized the value of this slave, and despite her threats and Zero’s fears, was not going to put Zero in any danger of her life.

“I am going to leave you here to learn what it means to be a bitch. However, before I go, I am going to change your tail.” With that she removed the large Butt plug tail and replaced it with one that was longer but thinner. It also was coated with Ben Gay. As it penetrated and filled Zero’s ass, the lineament began to sting and burn. “This will train you in wagging your tail,” said Mistress Black with a big grin as she left. “Remember to keep barking.”

Zero was left in agony. Her ass, which just a short time ago had been unused, was filled with a long narrow dildo that was coated with Ben Gay. It was burning her ass from the inside. It was like a fire. She kept wiggling her ass and barking. Her ass was moving by itself, without her thinking about it, as the fire in her ass grew hotter and hotter.

Zero had no idea of how long she was in the doghouse. She was overwhelmed by the smell of the dog shit every time that she breathed. She kept barking and wiggling her ass. Occasionally someone would walk by and spank her ass, which added to her pain and her humiliation. Once, someone came and started to remove the butt plug and she thought that her ordeal might be over, but that was a mere prelude to further torture. Whoever removed the butt plug used it rape Zero’s ass as hard as possible. It was forced into her ass, hard and fast, harder and faster, reaching deep into Zero’s ass, beating against the rear wall of her ass. Zero kept barking throughout this rape. Finally, without so much as a sound, the unknown assailant reinserted the plug and left. Zero continued to bark and wiggle her ass through her tears.  Why had she refused Mistress Black’s order? Would she get another chance to be a human slave? Or would she be a bitch forever? She was determined to obey all orders and do her best to please. She would do anything to please.

Finally, someone removed the butt plug and silently inserted an enema bulb. Zero felt the hot, soapy water filling her ass. She continued barking. Despite the pain of the hot water, she looked forward to the flushing of the burning lineament from her ass. But the water kept coming. Two quarts, three quarts and more. She had never been so full. Finally the hose was removed. Zero was still barking as she waited for instructions. But none came. Whoever gave the enema left in silence. She was left alone with an ass full of hot water. She was still obeying orders to bark and wiggle her ass. Finally, she could hold out no longer. Shit spurted from her ass, landing on her feet and her thighs. She remained, barking and wiggling her ass, filthy and covered with her own shit.

How much longer would she be forced to remain a bitch? How much longer would she be remain lying in her own shit? Finally, someone came, whether the same person or another, Zero would never know, and hosed Zero off. Zero felt relieved until once again, she felt the enema enter her ass. Once again she felt the hot soapy water enter her ass, filling her beyond capacity. Again, in total silence, she was left as she was before, crying in pain and total humiliation, barking and wiggling her ass.

As much as she tried to hold her ass tight, she was again overwhelmed by the pressure in her ass, and once again she spurted the shitty water all over herself. Once again she was left alone, still barking and wiggling her ass. But she noticed the pain in her ass from the lineament was gone. The fire was out. That was some small measure of relief.

Zero could tell from the feel of the sun on her ass that she had been outside for a long time. She could feel the sun move across her ass and she could feel the temperature growing cooler. This was the first time since she was captured that she could feel the passing of time. Again, someone came silently and hosed her down. Great care was taken to make sure that she was totally clean. She heard the hose focused on the ground around her and she realized that her shit was being hosed away from the entire area. She remained in the doghouse and was left to dry in the fading sun, accompanied only by the sound of her own barking. Her wiggling ass was aided by her shivering in the cold.

Then she felt two hands on her ass and two thumbs spreading her anus. She felt the tip of a cock at the edge of her anus, and then without a sound or warning of any sort, it plunged into her dry asshole. It was all Zero could do not to scream. Her bark turned into howl of pain, agony and humiliation. She was being raped in her ass, without any idea who was doing this to her.  She felt a set of balls banging against her ass. She felt a large cock pounding violently deep into her ass. Then she felt two hands on her ass, pinching and spanking, pinching and spanking. Zero kept up the occasional bark and wiggled her ass as best as she could. Finally she could hear a difference in the man’s breathing. Before he came in her ass however, he pulled out and shot his load on her ass rather than inside. Zero did not know why, but this added to her humiliation. Not only was her ass raped by an unknown stranger, in total silence, but her body was not deemed worthy of receiving the gift of a Master’s seed.

That was one reason that Master had pulled out, to further Zero’s humiliation. There was another. Zero was going to stay in her doghouse all night long. Anyone who passed by was free to use her ass at will. There were only two rules. One was absolute silence. Zero was to have no clue as to who was abusing her, who was torturing her, who was raping her. The second rule was that no one was permitted to come inside her. This added to her humiliation and to her pain, as each rape of her ass would be a dry rape, both cock and asshole totally unlubricated. This added to the pleasure of the Master, as it increased the feeling of tightness of the ass on his cock.

So as night fell, Zero felt the chill. She had no idea where she was, but she was in a warm climate so she was in no danger. Nevertheless, she was cold, lonely and uncomfortable in her restraints. Master’s cum was drying on her ass cheeks. She was still overwhelmed by the smell of the dog shit between her knees. All she could do was cry, and remember to bark on occasion.

She still felt the blood from her period dripping on her thighs. She truly felt like an animal, reduced to barking and wiggling her ass. Not allowed to talk, no one making a sound, nothing to listen to, nothing to think about besides following the order to bark and wiggle her ass. She didn’t even know if anyone was watching her. She could not wipe the tears streaming down her face. She could no longer imagine going back to her old life. Her dream was to once again be a slave to her Masters and Mistress, and to willingly  serve them with her body and soul. She hated just being used as an animal, as a bitch, and silently prayed for another chance, to be worthy of being a true slave, not a mere hole.

Night fell and Zero remained alone with her thoughts. Another Master came and used her ass harshly and silently. Again, he pulled out to shoot his cum on her ass and not in her ass. Zero continues to bark. As the birds began their morning songs, Zero again was raped in the ass. This time the attack was not as rough but the Master continued his attack for a long time. While Zero could not tell the time, she knew the Master had started his attack while it was still dark, but by the time he pulled out and shot his load on her ass, she felt the sun. Each attack was accompanied by harsh slaps and pinches and Zero’s ass was completely black and blue. How much longer would this ordeal go on?

Finally she heard a human voice. “Good morning Zero”, she heard the slow drawl of Mistress Black. “You may not speak, but you may stop barking. Keep wiggling your ass.  At my command, you will be allowed to speak. You will beg forgiveness for your failures and thank me for punishing you, you will then tell me your deepest desires. I will give you time to organize your thoughts. Be very careful. Your words will determine your future.”

Zero was very afraid. She tried to organize her thoughts and found her thoughts racing in fear. This was Mistress Black’s plan. Zero was going back to her status as slave, having been punished and terrorized. While the punishment would stop, Zero would have to live in constant fear that, at any time she could be forced once again to become a bitch.

“Speak.”

Zero responded as quickly as she could.        “How can I dare to even beg forgiveness for my failure. I put my body ahead of My Lady’s commands. I did not serve My Lady willingly and eagerly. I failed to be grateful for the opportunity My Lady gave me, to be allowed to drink her piss, directly from her beautiful pussy, to give pleasure through my obedience and through my pain. I was not grateful for the special privilege that My Lady was willing to bestow on this lowly and unworthy slave, to place her panties, which had covered her wonderful and beautiful Pussy, into my filthy, bleeding cunt, to use her panties to soak up my bloody period. I did not appreciate what an honor My Lady was granting me, and instead of gratitude, I repaid My Lady’s kindness with disobedience. I am ashamed and I beg My Lady’s forgiveness.

“I thank My Lady for going to the trouble to punish this unworthy slave, this Zero. I am not worthy of My Lady’s attention. I thank My Lady for reducing me to a bitch, to ordering me to bark like a dog and wag her tail. I thank My Lady for placing me in a doghouse like a bitch, for forcing me to smell the dog shit that she thoughtfully arranged beneath my nose, and for punishing my ass thoroughly, with Dildos and with lineament. For forcing me to have large painful enemas and causing me to lie down covered in my own shit. For cleaning me so that my ass could be used for Master’s pleasure. My Lady punished this unworthy and ungrateful slave skillfully and ingeniously. My Lady kept me in darkness and in silence to force this ungrateful slave to realize what its purpose is and what it truly desires.

“ This slave wants to serve. It wants to serve humbly, willingly and eagerly. This slave desires to please, to please through her body, to please through her pain, to please through her obedience. To please through her eagerness to please. This slave has learnt that she can have no other thought but to serve. Not merely that the desire to serve must come first, but that this slave can have no other desire. This slave has learnt that her physical needs are no longer her concern, and she will no longer give them any thought. All her thoughts must and will be only on giving pleasure to her Masters, to My Lady, eventually to my future owner.

“This slaves physical needs are their concern, not mine. My only desire is to serve, to give pleasure, to obey. I thank My Lady again, for ingeniously punishing this unworthy slave and teaching this Zero it’s proper role and duties.”

Mistress Black paused for a while and Zero trembled with fear. Had she been properly repentant? Was there anything she left out? At long last she heard the voice of her Mistress. “Very well, you will be given another opportunity to serve. But remember, if anyone, at anytime, calls you “BITCH” you will immediately drop to your knees, wag your ass and bark.”

Zero was released from her restraints. She backed out of her doghouse and was led to a large dog bowl, filled with the same mixture of chopped meats, soft boiled eggs, cottage cheese  and salads that she had been given as her first meal, so long ago. This time she licked up her meal quickly and gratefully, thanking her mistress for caring for her. She was the led to a large bowl of cold milk, which again she lapped up with great eagerness and gratitude. After she had eaten and drunk her fill, she was led on her knees back inside, to her special shower. She was allowed a short time in the shower to clean off. When the shower stopped Zero immediately fell on her knees and thanked her Mistress for allowing her to be clean. She was given permission to ask for a privilege. She immediately responded:

“If My Lady would be so kind as to hear the plea of a lowly slave, I am bleeding from my cunt and I fear to spoil property belonging to my Masters. I beg My Mistress to place her precious panties, that have covered her glorious pussy into my filthy cunt, so that my blood does not drip and dirty Masters property.”

Zero felt one stroke of the whip on her ass. “Very well, assume the position. But you will never again refer to my pussy, you will call it my “Place of Worship” for that is what it is to you.” With that Mistress Black removed her panties and used them to wipe her cunt and ass. She then inserted them into Zero’s cunt.

Zero was ecstatic in her thanks. “Thank you for honoring me with your panties that you have actually placed inside your body, that you now place inside my filthy cunt.”

The session was coming to a close but Mistress Black had one more trick to play before permitting Zero to sleep. “You will see spots of blood on the floor. You will use your tongue to lick up those spots.” Zero set out on her knees, using her tongue to lick up her menstrual blood. She was grateful for Mistress Black’s panties that were within her cunt, absorbing her bloody flow. She  no longer thought of anything besides obedience and service. She finished licking up all the spots of blood and gratefully thanked her Mistress for allowing her an opportunity to serve and hoped that her service gave pleasure to her Mistress. With that she was restrained in spread eagle position on her bed and allowed to sleep.

CHAPTER 11

The Making of a Mistress

Master Dave had been watching Zero’s ordeal along with Mistress White. “She really broke her quickly, and I like that she did not rely on pure pain.”

“Yes,” said Mistress White, “We have found that pain must be combined with total humiliation to be effective. Without humiliation, pain can create resentment and hostility. What we look to create is a sense in the slave of its complete worthlessness. When the slave is convinced that it is worthless, it will be honored to serve, to bear pain, eager to please. We have done that with our sissy men for years. It is no different with bitches than it is for sissy sluts.”

“There I disagree with you,” said Master Dave, “but only in detail. I believe in letting the slave know that her obedience and service is valued, but we make it clear that her obedience and service is her only value. We want her to feel pride in her slavery. We want her only desire to be the best slave in the world, and to understand that even the best slave in the world has value only in her obedience. When we sell the slaves at auction, the opening bid is $500. That really means a bid of $500,000. Most slaves sell for between $1,000,000. and $2,000,000. We would never let the slaves know their real sales price. We let them think that they were purchased for petty cash, a thousand, two thousand or maybe three thousand dollars for a special slave. They will never get the idea that they have any real value, except as they satisfy their master’s.”

“I see what you mean. We tear down the slave completely. You try to give the slave pride in its slavery.”

“Yes, that’s it exactly. Our slaves are constantly trying to become better slaves.”

Mistress White considered what she heard. “That’s probably because you really like women, while Mistress Black and myself really hate men.”

“Like women? I love women! I think women are God’s gift to men. They give me great joy. They look good, they smell good, they feel good. They can give men the greatest pleasure. Our cocks are made to fit snugly in their mouths, their asses and their mouths . They can come so often. And watching them have pleasure gives me pleasure. Of course I love women. They must, however, be aware of their role, their purpose. They are made to please their masters. Any pleasure they receive is for the pleasure of their master, not for  themselves. That is the joy of training them. To bring out their full value. If you were driving a car, would you rather have an old Ford Pinto, or a new Porsche or a Ferrari? But the Porsche never thinks that I am meant to be it’s driver. I value the Porsche, and take good care of it. I value the women that I come into contact with, I value the women that I train. I just make sure that they understand what it is that I value. I value most of all, obedience and willingness, no, eagerness to please. I value the ability to bear pain. Not every women has that ability, and some of our trainees have that noted on their files when they are sold. Their new owners, of course, can treat them any way they wish, but certain slaves come with our recommendation that too much pain will be counterproductive. My own slave, Shiteater, loves pain. When I don’t give her enough pain she feels ignored. When I whip her harshly, her cunt gets all wet. She has to fight not to come without permission. Yes, part of that is our training, but part is genetic talent. But tell me, why do you hate men?”

“My mother died when I was 11. She was hit by a car while out taking a walk late one night. I can never prove it, but I think she was running away from my her boyfriend, who, I believe, abused her. My real father died when I was a baby. He was killed in a terrorist incident and my mother was forced to raise me by herself. She had told me the facts of life, but it was only 6 months after she died that I had my first period. I remember I had to ask my mother’s boyfriend, he continued to live in our house and raise me, for money to buy Kotex. I was so embarrassed. He gave me this strange look. A week later, he came to my room at night and started telling me how lonely he was since Mom died. To make a long story short, he started using me that night and continued using me for years. At first he was gentle and loving. The first time he played with my tits forever before he started playing with my cunt. He brought me to one climax with his fingers and one with his tongue before he “explained” to me his physical need and asked me if I didn’t want to make him “feel good.” He tricked me into begging him to “make me a woman”, “to put his cock into my hot pussy”. Later, when I threatened to go to the police, he played the tapes he secretly made. I knew I could not tell anyone what happened because even if he went to jail I would be destroyed.

“But that is getting ahead of the story. That first night he was as gentle as he could be. When he placed his cock into my small tight pussy he was gentle and slow. He waited till I absorbed the pain of the initial penetration and then he controlled himself until I was about to come, when he pumped a little harder and came with me. He told me how happy I made him and what a good little girl I was. He kissed me goodnight.

He continued to pay me nightly visits and he would often buy me presents, a special dress, a hot CD, new shoes. Sometimes he would just give me twenty dollars and told me that I could spend it on anything that I wanted. I thought twenty dollars was a fortune. What a cheap whore he made me.

“Anyway, as time passed, he started treating me rougher and rougher. He started to use my mouth. After all, he used his tongue on me, fair was fair. When I grew a little older, when I had my periods, he would fuck me in the ass. He spent less and less time getting me ready and was rougher and rougher, biting my tits, biting my cunt lips, slapping my ass. Instead of calling me his good little girl, he would call me his little slut, his cheap whore. This is when I threatened to tell the cops and he pulled out the tape of the first session and said that he would claim that I seduced him so as not to be sent to social services.

“He would continually spank me until there were days that I could not bear to sit down. He started to find excuses to punish me during the day as well. He would never call me by my name. He would only call me slut, whore or bitch. One day he brought home a “friend”. He said that I was to be nice to his “friend” and left. The friend made me get undressed. He tied me up, said that I was a bad girl and started beating me with his belt. When he was finished beating me he fucked me in the ass with a dildo and made me beg him to fuck my cunt. He too, had a hidden recorder and the tape of my begging to be fucked in my cunt by his magnificent cock was very convincing. He locked the dildo in my ass as he viciously fucked my young, tight pussy.

“As I grew older, my “uncle” (so I was told to call him) brought friends over on a regular basis. I had to come home right after school because I never knew when my “uncle” might need me, whether for ordinary household tasks like cleaning or cooking, or to satisfy his cock, or the cocks of any of his friends.

“There were certain days of the year that were always hell. On Thanksgiving, Christmas and the Fourth of July I would be blindfolded and locked on a horse, with my three openings available to any of his “friends” who walked through the door.  Super Bowl Sundays were particularly gory, as there was a lot of drinking and a lot of betting and the losers would take their frustrations out on my body, which would be left in agony. They whipped my ass and cunt and pinched and pulled my tits. They used me as an ash tray, grinding out their cigarettes all over my body. The used me throughout the day, two or three at a time.

Then I got lucky. I was still in High School and someone decided to give a special class in how a girl could protect herself from a mugger. They taught us a few Karate blows that, if done properly, would knock a mugger unconscious. I practiced hard because I knew that I would only have one chance. My “uncle”got careless while fucking me and I was able to give him a knee in the balls as hard as I could. He bent over, not even worried, because he knew he would punish me like never before.  Meanwhile I took advantage of his pain by knocking him unconscious with one of the karate chops that I had learnt in school.  I quickly ran to the closet where we had PVC wrapping tape, the kind of tape used to tape cartons.  I quickly strapped his wrists behind his back and his ankles together. He was beginning to stir so I hit him again and continued to wrap the tape. I knew my life depended on it. I wrapped the tape several times around his mouth so he could not talk or scream for help. I bent his elbows behind his back and wrapped the tape around his body so that his wrists were locked between his shoulder blades. Finally, I wrapped tape from above his knees down to just above his ankle so that he could walk only in the most tiny, mincing steps. He was in my power. I would have my revenge.

“I found the dildo that he used to rape me. I rubbed it with Ben Gay and hot sauce, then shoved it as hard as I could into his ass. He was starting to stir, and I could see him trying to scream through the tape. He was in agony. I took some more of the PVC tape and I attached a strip to his waist, over his cock and balls and over his ass. He could not expel the dildo from his ass, nor could he get an erection, as the tape was too tight to allow it.

“The great thing about PVC tape as a restraint is that it hurts like hell when it is removed. The tape would have to be removed for “uncle” to piss or shit and he would beg me for the privilege of having it removed. But that would come later. Right now I was just enjoying watching him helpless, unable even to scream. I took out a dog collar, fastened it around his neck, and pulled him, still wrapped in PVC tape down to the Basement. He bounced painfully on the stairs as we descended. He was mine. I would tame him and train him to be my slave.

The first thing I would have to do was weaken him. I would only give him one meal per day, but since he would have no way of telling time, I would tell him that he was being fed on a regular basis. I left him on the floor with instructions to remain still. I went upstairs to eat dinner and then I bathed and enjoyed a good nights sleep. In the morning, I brought dinner to my slave and saw that he was not still, but had made his way around the room, searching for a way to free himself and escape. Of course, there was no such way, but the slave had to be punished for disobeying my orders. I used his own belt to whip his ass.  I then told him that I would remove the tape from over his mouth so that he could eat dinner, before I put him to bed for the night. He was to remain quiet and not scream. I waited until he nodded to show that he understood, before I ripped the tape from his mouth. He held back his screams but could not control his groans of pain.

“I had a plate of meat and vegetables that I cut up for my slave and I placed it on the floor, where he could, by lying face down on the concrete floor manage to eat. I had a bowl of water put next to his main dish. I did not want my slave to die of thirst. I was threatening to put the tape back on, when he called my name.

I kicked him in the ribs, as hard as I could. “You will never use my name again. You will call me MISTRESS, and you will use a prefix, such as Beautiful MISTRESS, or Kind MISTRESS, or Merciful MISTRESS. Use your imagination. Use different prefixes and try to amuse me. Now, what do you want, slave?”

I think that it was only then that he understood what deep trouble he was in. He saw the hatred in my eyes and saw that he was in for a long ordeal. He really did not know what to say or what to do. To show him that he must adjust to his new status, I once again made to retape his mouth.

“Please, Merciful MISTRESS, may your slave beg a favor?” At my contemptuous nod he went on, “I have to go to the bathroom.” I started to whip him as hard as I could. “Slaves don’t use the word “I”. Slaves say “this lowly slave humbly begs permission”. Second, slaves don’t have to go to the bathroom. They humbly request permission to piss or shit. Now try again.

“Merciful MISTRESS, this lowly slave humbly begs permission to piss.” I ripped off the PVC loin cloth, which painfully removed a large clump of hair from his groin. I then took an empty milk bottle and held his cock at the edge of the milk bottle when I ordered him to piss. “Don’t you dare get an erection while I am helping you piss,”  I commanded him in my harshest tones. When his cock began to grow slightly in my hand, I took my other hand and started slapping his balls as hard as I could. “Slaves are not entitled to an erection unless they are specifically ordered. Erections without orders will be punished severely.”

By this time the Ben Gay and hot sauce on the dildo in his ass would be losing effect, and I did not want him using that to keep track of time, so I was “kind” enough to allow him to “shit out” the dildo. I prepared him to sleep by retaping his cock and balls and laying him on a thin mattress and covering him with a blanket. As I went off to school, my slave went to sleep, thinking it was the night time.

“When I got home from school, I started to search the house from top to bottom. Eventually I found the financial records. The house belonged to my mother and was now mine. I would get a lawyer to look after the details. My father had left a life insurance policy for me and over the years the balance had grown to a tidy sum. I would not have to worry about money. I would be able to enjoy playing with my slave.”

Master Dave had listened to Mistress White’s tale with great interest and attention. He felt sure that he was the first male to hear this story and he was flattered. But he was also worried.

“Your “uncle” was a real asshole and I am glad you were able to turn the tables on him. One day I’d love to hear the rest of the story. But you must understand something. Our slave girls leave here so well trained that they want to be slaves, they cannot imagine being anything else. Some of our slaves become trophy wives or secretaries. If they had any desire for freedom they could easily bring down the whole organization. They would rather be slaves than free, which is why our slaves are so valuable. You are going to be training male slaves for the pleasure of daughters of members. If any slave has any desire for freedom, his owner might be in grave physical danger. The only successful training is to end up with a slave whose purpose in life is to be the best slave possible. It is bad enough if a slave dares to come without his Mistress’ permission. That in itself can lead to tremendous complications. But if a slave should ever get the idea that it has any other purpose in life except in being a slave, if he should ever want something else for himself besides slavery, we have not done our jobs and we may be in deep trouble. For that reason we have to make sure that we give the slaves love as we get deeper and deeper into their training. This love need not, in fact must not, bring the slave any physical rewards. But the slave must feel his slavery is appreciated as a gift, a tribute that he pays to his Mistress. It is only by giving the slave the gift of our love that we can get from him the gift of his ultimate loyalty.

“As we conclude Zero’s training you will see what I mean and we will discuss how to bring this technique to use on your men slaves. We must make the slaves view their Mistress’ as if they were their own babies. The slave must be ready to die rather than see their Mistress hurt in any way. Merely disappointing a Mistress should be enough to cause the slave traumatic distress. That is the goal of your training. We cannot have our slaves waiting for an opportunity to get free. They must have no other desire except to be the best possible slave and fulfill all the desires of their Mistress. This is not an easy job, but that is why we recruited you and are paying you so well. If it was easy, anyone could do it.”

CHAPTER 12

FINAL EXAM

Zero recovered from her ordeal and once more was serving her Masters with her mouth and ass. She was proud of her ability to take pain for the pleasure of her Masters. Her period had ended and she was grateful to Mistress Black for training her so well. She served Mistress Black humbly and was in awe when Mistress White allowed her the honor of permitting her to use her lips and tongue at her “Place of Worship”. She would no longer allow herself to think of the word “pussy” or “cunt” in relation to her two wonderful Mistresses, each, in her own way, so delightfully inventive and cruel. She felt that she was truly becoming an excellent slave and was taking pride in her ability to serve and please. She was therefore puzzled when Master, her first and main trainer, threatened to throw her out and leave her to her own devices.

“If you are not happy as a slave, you are free to leave. By this time in your training, you should be proud and happy as a slave. If you are not, then you will never be, and we had best be rid of you as soon as possible.”

Zero was truly terror stricken. She could not imagine anything that would frighten her more than being given her freedom. Mistress White, who was sitting next to Master, saw the look of terror on Zero’s face and felt that this was a message meant for her as well as Zero.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Master, I am ashamed of having failed to convey my gratitude for your training me as a slave. I have no other wish than to be a slave, to you, to my other Masters and my wonderfully cruel Mistresses, and eventually, to my owner. I must have failed in some way, and I beg you to punish me as cruelly as possible for my failure. But I beg my Master to tell me where I have failed, as I want to improve and serve you according to all your desires.”

“Where have you failed? You have been fucked in the face and the ass, and yet you do not realize that your cunt is still virginal? Are you perhaps saving that precious gift for someone else?  Perhaps you want to give that gift to your old boyfriend? That is why I offered you freedom.  I do not want to take something that you wish to give to someone else.”

Zero was in a state of panic. She did not know how to respond. Sha had promised to save her virginity for her boyfriend, Stan, but that was a lifetime ago. Of course she wanted Master to have her virginity. It was the only gift that she could bestow, and she wanted to give it to her Master. She wanted her Master to possess her totally. She wanted to be an extension of his will, to exist only to please him. She never thought of offering her virginity simply because she never thought that it was hers to offer.

“Master, I do not think of anything as belonging to me. I belong to you. Totally. I have no desire except to please you. Every thought that goes through my mind is how may I please you. I wish to please you with every breath that I take. I wish to please you with every lash that I accept, ever grateful that you choose me and my pain to give you pleasure. My cunt is yours, for you to do with whatever pleases you, whether you choose to grant me the great honor of allowing my cunt to please your wonderful cock or whether you wish to take pleasure by inflicting great pain, or whether you wish to ignore it, it belongs to you. I do not dare to think about what you should do with your property.”

Master replied  “I am going to allow you, no, I am going to command you to think of an appropriate way for you to offer me the gift of your virginity. The gift should indicate your willingness to suffer for my pleasure and acknowledge that your purpose is only to give us pleasure. So that you may concentrate your mind on this task, you will be suitably restrained. First, however, your body will be cleaned. Prepare to receive an enema.”

Zero knelt down, with her ass held proudly in the air. Her hands went to her ass cheeks and she pulled her cheeks apart, waiting for the nozzle. She felt the nozzle enter her ass and the soapy water squirted into her bowels. She was not given a large enema, only one quart, but was commanded to maintain position and not release until ordered. Master Dave and Mistress White left for a brief swim and a gourmet lunch, while Zero remained, holding her ass cheeks apart, and struggling not to shit. Zero was fighting the terrible feeling, the need to shit. She struggled to maintain her position and not to squirm. She fought against the overwhelming urge to release the shit that was in her. She had no idea how long she waited or how long she would remain. She only knew it was her job to obey her Master’s orders. She only hoped that Master was taking some pleasure in her pain and in her obedience. Finally, Master came back, accompanied by Mistress White and Shiteater, who was carrying Zero’s bucket.

“You may sit on your bucket”, commanded her Master. Zero sat down. She was crying, but the command to release was not given and Zero maintained her tight internal grip on her bowels, struggling to control her need to shit. Master and Mistress White were whispering in each others ears and giggling. They completely ignored Zero and her pain. They decided that Shiteater needed 10  strokes of the cane across her pussy lips, and delivered them slowly, to the accompaniment of great gasps of pain and sincere thank you’s. Finally Master allowed Zero to release her shit. After she was completely empty, Zero was told that she would be allowed to concentrate fully on planning a proper gift of her virginity. She was blindfolded and restrained in a kneeling position. She was then placed in a hot tub, floating, so that no part of her body would touch anything but water. Her neck was restrained so that her head was held above the water, which was kept at a constant, comfortable temperature. She was floating, doing a slow dog paddle. She was given a last order. “THINK WELL. Show me through the gift of your virginity, how you value your service to your Master.” Then her ears were stopped. She could not see or hear. There was nothing to taste or smell. And she could not feel anything solid, only the warm water. The restraints forced her to keep her legs apart, but they were gentle. She was without external stimuli. She was left to concentrate on her orders.

Mistress White asked Master “What do you think she’ll come up with?”

“It doesn’t matter. This hot tub is the purpose of this exercise. Everything else is just a magicians distraction from the main event. This sensory depravation will allow us to complete her training.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll bring you back in about 12 hours. Then I’ll be able to show you the last step in our training. Meanwhile, my dear Mistress White, let me admit that I find you extremely attractive. I’d like you to join me in my room and explore with you the joys of sex between equals. I heard how you were mistreated. I’d like you to see that sex between a man and a woman can be satisfying for both.”

Mistress White joined Master Dave fearfully. Although she had her slaves service her orally, she had not been penetrated by a cock since she turned the tables on her “uncle”, and that was many years ago. Still, something about Dave intrigued her. Perhaps it was time to explore new possibilities. Dave had hinted to her that her hatred of men was going to make it difficult for her to be the perfect Mistress that this mysterious group was looking for, and she enjoyed living here, with no worries about police or newspapers.

Dave knew that he must proceed very slowly. Mistress White, who finally allowed that her real name was Marilyn, was as fearful as any virgin. On the other hand, she was breathtakingly gorgeous, with long legs, a round ass and firm breasts. She also was intelligent and easy to talk to. If he could get her over her fear, he would have a true companion. True, he always had Shiteater, but there were times when he wanted more than a slave. He brushed her cheeks with his fingers and slowly kissed her on the neck, working his way up to her ears. He slowly undressed her and gently stroked her beautiful breasts, barely touching the nipples. He was going as slowly and gently as he ever had, remembering how he treated his high school girlfriends. He had seduced more than one reluctant virgin, and was going to treat Marilyn the same way. Gradually, he moved his mouth to her tits, gently sucking on each one in turn, while using one hand on her ass and the other on the tit that he was not sucking. He listened carefully to her cues and gradually heard the difference in the pace of her breathing. She began to moan, and in response, he began to play with her pussy. Her lips were wet as she was responding to the stimulation of her tits by his lips and tongue. He stroked her pussy lips, again beginning very gently, barely touching, and as her responsiveness increased, using more and more pressure. He stayed away from her clit, waiting till she wanted to come so badly, till she was moaning and rocking on his hand. Finally, he took two fingers and rubbed them back and forth over her swollen clit. She screamed as she climaxed.

Dave got undressed himself and once again started to massage Marilyn’s pussy, this time inserting a finger into her pussy while playing with her clit. As he suspected, her pussy was as tight as any that he had since High School. Marilyn was rapidly climbing the path to a second climax, and it was time for her to be fucked. At the same time, it was essential for her not to panic and lose it. He lay down on his back, and guided Marilyn over him till she lowered her pussy over his big, hard cock. Slowly, his cock entered her pussy. At first just the head, as she paused fearfully. Slowly she began to lower herself. It was all he could do not to raise himself suddenly and slam into that tight, hot cunt. But he controlled himself and lay still as she slowly lowered herself till she had his entire cock in her wet cunt. What a glorious feeling.

He remained still, letting Marilyn rock on his hard cock, letting her fuck herself on his cock, letting her control the pace. She started to moan and yell, “YES!! YES!!, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, I’m coming, I’m coming, I never knew it could be so gooood!!!” He felt her pussy clenching and gripping his rock hard cock. Still, he did not move.

That was two climaxes for Marilyn. Now it was his turn. He gripped her tiny waist and started to lift her up and push her down on his rock hard cock. He started slowly, as she just had two mighty climaxes, and he had to work her up again if he wanted her to reach a third. She was sliding up and down his cock, as he lifted her by the waist.  He could tell she was peaking. Her nostrils were flaring, her mouth was wide open, She was screaming, “YES, YES, YES” as he slammed her up and down on his cock. Faster and faster, harder and harder, he slammed his cock into her hot wet pussy. He could not last much longer when she climaxed. He felt her pussy clenching and that was his signal. He came powerfully, filling her hot cunt with jet after jet of his powerful sperm. He held her tight on his cock, till he at long last grew soft.

“Wow” they both said at the same time, and then they laughed together as well. Marilyn said “I did not know what I was missing.” Dave promised to help her make up for lost time. For Dave, with all of his experience, it was the best sexual encounter he could remember. He would have to make sure that he kept seeing a lot of  Mistress Marilyn White.

He rolled over and pushed a button. Shiteater came crawling through the dog entrance, head bowed, ass up. “Clean Mistress White’s pussy, then clean my cock and balls.” Shiteater immediately crawled onto the bed and gently lapped up the juices from Mistress White’s pussy. She was careful to suck and swallow and she enjoyed the taste of the combination of juices, her Master’s delicious sperm and Mistress White’s fragrant juices. She then proceeded to suck off her Master’s marvelous cock. By the time she was finished Master was once again rock hard, but he could tell that Mistress White was exhausted from her three climaxes. He was tired himself, so he just took the opportunity to piss into SHITEATER’S mouth before he rolled over, and, with one arm resting across Mistress White’s shoulders, they both fell asleep.

They awoke refreshed two hours later. Shiteater helped them both get dressed and they   instructed their slave to bring some light refreshment for them into the pool room, where they would see how Zero was responding to her ordeal. Of course, Zero was in exactly the same position now as she had been left, but her rate of breathing had increased. Her mind could not cope with the lack of external stimulation and was beginning to race and panic.

“Perfect. Now you will see, or rather hear, the final step of our training program.” With that Dave gave Mistress White a set of earphones. “You  are going to hear what Zero will be hearing through the plugs that are in her ears. The difference is that Zero will be hearing it at such a low volume that she will be unsure if she is hearing anything at all. It will require all her concentration to make out the words. And what she is hearing will be repeated over and over again, sometimes so low that it can only be heard subconsciously, sometimes just a little louder, once in a great while, loud enough to be heard clearly and understood. The different levels of volume, the time that she has spent without external stimulation and the repetitions will lock in the message into her subconscious mind. She will be a complete slave. Listen.”

With that Mistress White put on the earphones and heard a deep bass voice. It was incredibly powerful and disturbing. “YOU WILL LOVE YOUR MASTERS AND OWNERS WITH ALL YOUR HEART, ALL YOUR BODY, AND ALL YOUR SOUL. YOU WILL HAVE NO THOUGHT EXCEPT TO PLEASE THEM. YOU WILL PLEASE THEM WITH YOUR MOUTH, YOU WILL PLEASE THEM WITH YOUR ASS, YOU WILL PLEASE THEM WITH YOUR CUNT. YOU WILL PLEASE THEM WITH YOUR PAIN. YOU WILL PLEASE THEM WITH YOUR OBEDIENCE. YOU WILL NOT EAT EXCEPT TO PLEASE THEM. YOU WILL NOT SLEEP EXCEPT TO PLEASE THEM. YOU WILL NOT PISS EXCEPT TO PLEASE THEM. YOU WILL NOT SHIT EXCEPT TO PLEASE THEM. YOU WILL NOT CUM EXCEPT TO PLEASE THEM.

YOU EXIST TO PLEASE YOUR MASTERS. BECAUSE YOUR MASTERS LOVE YOU, THEY ALLOW YOU TO PLEASE THEM. IF THEY DID NOT LOVE YOU, THEY WOULD NOT ALLOW YOU TO SERVE THEM. BECAUSE OF THEIR LOVE FOR YOU THEY ALLOW YOU THE OPPORTUNITY TO GIVE THEM PLEASURE. YOU WILL BE GRATEFUL FOR THEIR LOVE AND SERVE THEM WITH THE LOVE AND GRATITUDE THAT THEY DESERVE.”

The voice went silent and Mistress White removed her headphones. “Wow, if you have this tape, why do you need the training?”

“ The tape only works when the slave is at the point of its training where it is ready to receive the message without resistance. If it is used without proper preparation, the brain builds up a resistance, and fighting the message, becomes stronger. It is always better to use this tape late, which just takes some extra time, than use it too early, which can build up resistance and immunity. Zero will be listening to this tape for the next 12 hours. The message will be part of her soul. After this, she could no more resist her slavery than she could stop her heart from beating. Meanwhile she is still designing a proper way of giving me her virginity. As I told you, it doesn’t matter, I needed an excuse to put her in the tub without arousing her suspicions, but I will admit to being curious. In all my years here, this is the first virgin I have trained, and I have to admit to looking forward to it. I’m going to stop the tape in 12 hours and give her another hour of silence before I release her. Why don’t we meet back here 13 hours from now?”

Thirteen hours later, Zero was removed from the tub. As her restraints were removed she had a big smile on her face and she kept repeating “Thank you Master for allowing me to serve you, thank you for allowing me to be your slave.” Shiteater came with a large fluffy towel, and rubbed Zero until she was dry. Master finally asked Zero if she had thought of suitable way of presenting the gift of her virginity. Zero fell to her knees and begged permission to speak.

When granted permission she began. “I want, through the giving to you the last thing that can be called mine, my virginity, to demonstrate that I am yours totally. I am here to beg to bear pain, so that you may take pleasure in my pain. I am here for you to use my body, so that my entire body is nothing but an instrument for giving you pleasure. I beg to demonstrate my love for my Master’s and I pray that you allow me to give you my virginity as a climax to enjoying my pain and the use of my entire body.”

Zero then outlined what she had come up with and Master was pleased to allow her plan to begin. He called in his assistants and the staff so that all could witness Zero’s ordeal.

“As you requested, we will begin with 10 strokes of the whip across your back. You will not be restrained. Part of your demonstration is your ability to maintain your position under pain, without restraints. You may lean against the wall.”

With that Master took a long whip and cracked it near Zero’s ear. She gave a start. “Are you prepared to begin?”

“I humbly beg my Master to allow me to demonstrate my love by lashing my back with a whip.”

There was a loud pop as Master cracked the whip on Zero’s back. The first stroke was on her right shoulder. Zero gasped but quickly counted one, thanked her Master and begged for another. Two followed quickly, across her left shoulder, again followed by her count, her gracious thank you and her request gor another. Three followed, across the center of her back and cracked the skin. Zero kept smiling, counting and begging for more.  Master slowed the pace, allowing Zero to feel the pain of each stroke. It made no difference. Zero kept her count, kept her smile and kept her request for more. Zero’s back was scarred in many places and bleeding from a few as the whipping covered her back with 10 harsh strokes.

“Now, turn around and stand at attention, facing me. Hold your right hand out, fully extended, palm up, at waist level, as I switch to the cane for the balance of your ordeal.”

Master took the thin cane and swung it hard against the palm of Zero’s hand. She gasped but did not flinch. Once again, she gave the count, her sincere thanks and a request for another. Again and again, Master struck the palm of Zero’s hand. Although you could see the hand was swollen, Zero did not flinch. Indeed, although she was in tears, she was still smiling. She reached the count of 10, and as commanded, switched to her left hand. She thanked her Master profusely and hoped that he was enjoying her pain.

After 10 slashes on her left hand, both hands were swollen and painful. Master commanded her to lay on her bloody back and hold her right leg straight up, using her swollen hands to support them. “You have requested to have your feet caned. Are you prepared to endure this pain?”

“I beg for the pain that you inflict. I desire nothing more than to endure great pain, to please you and to show my love for you.”

With that Master began the BASTINADO, the caning of the feet. First 10 on the right foot, then 10 on the left. Each foot was left a bloody pulp. It would be a while before she would be able to walk on her feet without pain. But this would be good as each step would remind her of the love she had for her Master and her Master’s love for her. Each blow was counted, each blow was accompanied by a loud and passionate thank you, each blow was followed by a humble plea for another. Finally, both feet were bloody, and Master paused.

“You have received 50 blows. You have requested 100. Are you ready to continue, or do you wish to pause and rest?”

“Gracious Master, this worthless slit wants to finish this test of her devotion as soon as possible so that she can surrender to you the final gift of her virginity.”

“Very well, stand up with your legs spread wide.”

Zero stood up, although just standing was extremely painful as her feet were bloody from the caning. “Now I shall punish the inside of your thighs. 10 strokes on each side. You will not move.”

With that Master began a quick caning of Zero’s inner thighs, moving rapidly from left to right as he took only 2 minutes to strike 20 blows. Zero had but 6 seconds to absorb the blow, count, thank Master graciously and beg for another. This, while standing on feet that had been whipped into bloody stumps. Zero kept the pace. Her thank you’s remained sincere and she still smiled through her tears.

“Thirty more,” Master reminded Zero, after a brief pause, “Are you ready to proceed?”  “I beg you Master, please cane my ass, as hard as you can.”

“Bend over and, keeping your knees apart, place your hands on the floor.” Zero obeyed, and with no further warning master beat her ass as hard as he could. Each blow was separate, Master took his time. He used a little run and perfect timing to generate the maximum force with each blow. Her ass was a bloody mess by the time she reached the count of 10. Once again Zero smiled through her tears and thanked her Master, begging him to continue to inflict pain on her body, for his pleasure.

“Stand up straight and put one hand under each tit. I want you to hold them firmly, so they do not bounce. You will not flinch. You will follow the cane with your eyes and see what I am doing.”

“One,” Zero called out firmly as Master struck the top of her tits. “Thank you, Please Master, I would beg for another.”

“Two” she gasped as Master struck her across her delicate nipples. Master continued to alternate between the body of her tits, delicate in themselves and the aureole and nipples where the pain was overwhelming. Zero saw her tits and nipples bearing the marks and scars of her whipping and was grateful that Master had allowed her to please him so, by bearing so much pain for his pleasure. Finally, these 10 strokes too, came to an end and Zero knew that she had but 10 more strokes to endure for this part of her preparation.

“Spread your legs as wide as you can and touch the floor with your hands. This time I will whip your pussy, so that as I take your virginity, you shall feel only pain, not pleasure. This is how you shall prove that your gift is to please me and not yourself.”

With that, Master struck up at Zero’s pussy hard and fast. He tested her obedience by completing the 10 blows in 30 seconds, making her speed through her count, her thank you’s and her plea for more.  Zero made it through the most severe beating that she had ever received. She was crying. She was in tremendous pain. Still she was thankful and proud that her Master had used her so brutally and thanked her Master for using her pain for his pleasure.

Master said that it was now time for the second part of her ordeal. Her entire body would now be used as a means of pleasing her Master. He asked one of his assistants to lay on his back. He placed Zero on her back, on top of him. He forced her ass onto his hard cock. He then commanded her to spread her legs and arms. “You are now pleasing one Master, when we are finished with this tableau you will be pleasing 7 at the same time. Then you will truly know what it means to be a slave.” He summoned two more of his assistants and placed them next to Zero’s hands. He placed a cock in each hand and commanded her to satisfy each cock. Zero began to gently stroke each cock. “To make this interesting,” Master continued, “I will attach a nipple clamp on each swollen nipple and give the attached chain to the Master whose cock you are stroking. Perhaps if you are sufficiently adept at pleasing them with your hand they may not pull on the chain quite as hard as they can. Then again, maybe they will pull even harder. You are here to give us pleasure and we are honoring you by allowing you to please our cocks and not merely please us by bearing pain for us.” With that he placed the tight nipple clamps on each nipple and gave each chain to the Master, who immediately began pulling, till each tit was pointed at a 45 degree angle.

Then Master asked Mistress White and Mistress Black to station themselves by Zero’s feet.  “If you will be so kind as to allow Zero to attempt to use her feet to satisfy you.” Mistress’ White and Black mounted onto Zero’s feet and Zero tried to wiggle her toes to give them pleasure. Master then attached three clamps to each of Zero’s cunt lips. He then gave the attached chains to Mistresses White and Black, who pulled the chains apart as hard as they could, separating her cunt lips as wide as possible, in preparation for Masters entrance into the virginal cunt.

Zero had a Master’s cock in her ass and one in each hand, she had a Mistress using each of her feet. “Your Mouth will soon be occupied by a Master’s cock, Do you have anything to say?”

“Thank you, Master, for allowing me the privilege of serving you, of bearing pain for your pleasure, for allowing me to be used for your pleasure. Most of all, I thank you for what you are about to take from me. I am honored that you consider my virginity a gift that is worthy of you. I ask you to take it as a mark of my love.”

Master asked another of his assistants to fuck Zero’s mouth and then he, at long last, prepared to enter her virgin cunt. Before he entered, he looked and enjoyed the scene. At her face, one of his assistants was fucking her mouth as brutally hard as possible. On each side of her head, an assistant was pulling on a nipple clamp that was clamped to a very sore and well beaten nipple. Each assistant was having his cock stroked by a gentle hand. On each leg was riding a Mistress, and Zero was doing her best to bring them to climax with her feet. Meanwhile, they were pulling on clamps that were attached to her already sore and well beaten cunt.

Master positioned himself between Zero’s legs and placed his cockhead between her cunt lips. He then slammed into her cunt, breaking the hymen and reaching the back of her pussy in one slam. Not for Zero would be the gentle preparation and tenderness. No, Zero’s initial experience would be as painful as he could make it. He continued to slam in and out of her cunt. He felt the cock of his assistant in her ass, and he felt Zero, begin to stir. Her virgin blood escaped her pussy, and he enjoyed the lubrication. She would lick it all clean when they were all finished. The assistant using her ass began to grow close to his climax as the natural tightness of her ass combined with the feel of Master’s slamming cock next to his, brought him to a climax. Next came the assistant who was fucking her mouth. Zero was a talented and well trained cocksucker and quickly swallowed all the sperm that the Master graciously deposited in her mouth and throat.

Zero was then able to concentrate on her hands and feet. She did her best to be gentle with her hands, but as the Masters grew harder and their breathing grew unsteady, she gradually increased the strength of her grip and the pace of her strokes until she brought both to climax as each shot his load on her tits. The Mistresses were more difficult as she had never used her feet for sexual purposes before. She was lucky as both Mistresses had a soft spot for Zero and as they looked at her bloody feet trying to wiggle in their cunts and massage their clits, they took control by masturbating on her foot. They rubbed their clits over her feet until they, too, came with a gasp.

That left Master alone, slamming in and out of Zero’s cunt. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Zero gasped. “Thank you for accepting and taking my virginity, thank you for allowing me to please you with my pain, thank you for allowing me to please you with my body. I am truly yours.” With that, Master could hold back no longer and he came long, hard and copiously, deep and hard in Zero’s cunt, which, instinctively, tightened its grip around Masters cock.

When Master was completely drained, he sat down and ordered Zero to clean the blood from his cock and balls with her tongue and mouth. Zero hastened to obey, Master let her know how pleased he was with her. She had passed her final exams. She was no longer a SLIT, a slave in training. She had graduated. She was now a full slave. As a slave she would be given a name. Master consulted with Mistress Black and Mistress White as well as all of his assistants, each of whom congratulated her on this momentous occasion, her promotion to full slave status. Master smiled at her and said the name we have chosen for you reflects a turning point in your training as well as the events of today. We have named you “BLOODY CUNT”.

The new slave went to her knees and her tears turned to joy. “BLOODY CUNT, what a beautiful name.

“Suzie! Suzie stop! Suzie, you stop right there do you hear!!! SUZIE!! SUZIE!! SUZIE STOP!!! STOP!!! NNNOOOOOO!!!”

A passing cyclist heard the screams coming from a portly black woman as she struggled to run after a little girl who, heedless of the heavy traffic thundering along the narrow road, was running dangerously close to the kerb. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the woman trip and fall heavily, spilling her shopping. The little girl of mixed race turned and laughingly cried out, “You can’t catch me now Granny!” Oblivious to the danger, she suddenly she veered to the road. Taking in the situation the cyclist pushed the pedals harder to try and catch the infant. On the very edge of the kerb, Suzie paused and once more turned to call out to her grandmother. That call saved her life. The cyclist braked alongside her, preventing her further entry into the road.

Suzie looked up, startled and saw the man leap off his bike and grab her around the waist. She screamed. To her he seemed awesome. Not just old like her granny but he had a long beard and wore baggy trousers and a woolly bobble hat. As she was about to scream again, the man’s soft but forceful voice spoke to her, “Calm down, little one. You’re not hurt but it seems your granny might be. I’m going to lift you on my bike and we’re going to see how granny is doing. Okay?” Without waiting for a reply, he sat the girl on the saddle and wheeled his cycle to where the black lady was trying to get up.

“Hang on a moment, I’ll give you a hand,” the cyclist said as he parked his bike against a wall, “Just want to make sure this young lady doesn’t try to run off again.” Slipping a bungy cord from his saddlebag the cyclist clipped it around Suzie’s body and held the free end as they walked to the woman.

“Oh thank you, thank you Sir. I thought she was going to be killed.” The woman’s eyes were watering as she shakingly held out her hand and continued to enthusiastically thank the man. “Suzie,” she scolded the girl, “You must do what Grandma say otherwise you’ll end up squished like jam on the road!”

“Like Tom a Jerry!” Suzie laughed.

Turning back to the cyclist Zsuzu again profusely thanked him, and went on, “I’m Zsuzu.”

“Tom,” the man replied, “Zsuzu. That’s not a name I’ve come across before. Is your leg badly hurt?”

“I can walk. I’ll be fine.”

Tom, still holding Suzie by the cord, started picking up the spilled groceries, “Come on Suzie, help me get these things in the bags for granny.” Suzie was unsure. She’d been told often enough not to talk to strangers but this one spoke nicely and granny seemed to trust him and with a big beard he might be Father Christmas. Suzie helped. In picking up the goods, Tom noticed blood dribbling down Zsuzu’s leg. “Looks as if you have a nasty scrape on your leg,” he remarked, “Do you have far to go?”

“No. I can walk there okay. It’s only just past the second turning.”

“We’ll hang your bags on my handlebars and sit little Suzie on the saddle so she can ride and I’ll walk you home. You’d like to ride my bike again wouldn’t you Suzie?” The girl smiled and nodded, seemingly now shy. Her grandma protested feebly that she didn’t need help but Tom wouldn’t hear of it. “I’ll see you home and we’ll get that leg cleaned up.” Zsuzu quietly acquiesced to Tom’s quiet insistent voice and began limping towards her home. Her leg felt stiff and sore but she knew nothing was broken.

They approached the green painted door of her house. By now her natural good humour was returning, a broad smile appeared on her face as she unlocked the door and watched Suzie clasp her arms around Tom’s neck when he lifted her from the saddle. “I don’t usually invite strange young men into my house, Tom, but would you like a cuppa?”

“Young? You are kind Zsuzu. I bet I can give you a few years.”

“Fifty-one.” Zsuzu laughed.

“Fifty-three. Told you so.” Tom announced, “Yes, I will have a cuppa but first we need to see what the damage is to that leg of yours and get it cleaned up.” After they deposited the groceries in the kitchen, Tom sat Zsuzu in a chair and raised her leg on a stool. “Pull your skirt up a bit more.” Zsuzu complied. Her shin was scraped and her knee had several cuts but Tom could see most of the blood had run down from higher up. “Right up please Zsuzu.”

“You just want to see my knickers young man.” Zsuzu was laughing as she said it, “Well why not? Not many men have seen them lately.” With one quick pull she raised the hem to her waist. For a few moments Tom was awed by the expanse of white cotton with a damp patch at the crotch. A musky smell assailed his nostrils. His cock started to harden. “You never seen a black woman’s crotch before?” Zsuzu enquired.

Tom hadn’t but Suzie saying, “Gran’s got a big booboo.” interrupted his reply.

“That’s because you didn’t do what she told you,” Tom said, “Maybe you’ll have a big booboo on your bottom later when she has smacked you for being so naughty.”

“Granny doesn’t smack,” Suzie replied petulantly, “Mummy smacks. Daddy smacks not granny.”

“Well, little Suzie, you better watch while I clean Grandma’s booboo and perhaps you’ll feel some of the pain you caused.”

Zsuzu laughed, “It wouldn’t make any difference at her age. She’s only just three. Give her a biscuit from the tin on the counter and keep her out of the way.”

“You going to mend Gran’s booboo?” Suzie asked.

“I’m going to see what I can do to make it better, Suzie but first I have to clean it.”

While Suzie sat munching Tom washed Zsuzu’s wounds. None were very deep but the worst was high up in her thigh. A nasty looking gash caused they surmised by falling on one of the tins from her shopping bag. To clean this Tom’s fingers inadvertently touched her crotch on several occasions. It didn’t seem to worry or concern Zsuzu but she noticed the bulge growing in Tom’s pants. With what now seemed to be her ever-present smile, Zsuzu touched it and remarked, “Well it seems like an old woman can still make you horny. Sorry, though, I don’t think I can accommodate you today. I am a bit sore and stiff around that area. Perhaps your wife will.”

“No wife. I live alone in the next village.”

Tom was still there chatting an hour later when Suzie’s mother, a white women arrived to pick her up. Zsuzu introduced him to Mary Ann. When told the story, Mary Ann went quite pale. “I hope Leon doesn’t get too mad when he hears about this.” Tom left soon after, promising to look in on her in the morning.

*****

As promised Tom arrived about 9:30 and parked his cycle against the house, knocked and was surprised when a tearful Mary Ann opened the door. “I don’t think you’d better come in today, Tom. Neither me ma nor me are in a fit state for you to see us,” she said.

However Suzie had other ideas. Running around her mother she dragged Tom into the room and held up her arms wanting to be picked up. Tom noticed she too had been crying. “Father Christmas, you came back. Have you come to mend granny and mummy’s bottoms? Daddy’s made them very sore,” Suzie blurted out, before clasping Tom tightly around the neck.

Tom kissed her on the forehead, “Call me Tom. Father Christmas is my father. He’s older than me and has a white beard. Mine is black.” Despite her sore backside, Zsuzu giggled at this. Turning to her, Tom asked, “So what really happened?”

“Leon blamed me for not looking after Suzie properly and decided I needed a dose of his belt as punishment.”

“He belted his own mother?”

Zsuzu nodded, “And his Mary Ann and then fucked her in front of me. He’s uncouth, just like his father.”

“And in front of Suzie too?”

“No, she’s his little darling and can’t do any wrong.” It was Mary Ann that spoke. “She watched the belting but was put in the spare room and he shut the door while he shagged me.

“You going to mend Gran’s and mummy’s bottoms now?” Suzie fidgeted and wanted to put let down on to the floor.

“Well they have to show me their bottoms first, Suzie. Perhaps they may not want me to mend them. What do you say Zsuzu?”

“I say you have a naughty way with you Tom.” Zsuzu was grinning. “Yesterday you got horny just looking at my knickers, what might happen if you see my bare bum?”

“Nothing you don’t want to happen,” replied Tom. He too was grinning. Zsuzu turned her back and lifted her skirt revealing livid lines a couple of inches wide across her arse. Even with her black skin the marks were clearly visible and obviously sore and very tender. “My God, Zsu, your own son thrashed you like that? I can’t believe it. And you let him?”

“She didn’t have a choice and neither did I,” Mary Ann interrupted. “Leon’s too strong and he tied our hands to the bed good.” Mary Ann’s use of english might not have been erudite but she got her message across.

“You were thrashed as badly as Zsu?” Tom asked.

“Same. ‘er and me we wuz lying side by side. First her used the belt from her side and then mine but both of us got hit every time.”

“Where’s the bathroom?” Tom asked. Zsuzu pointed to a door off the kitchen area. “I’ll run a cool bath and you can soak in that for a while. That’s the first stage of mending your bottoms.”

“You coming in there wi’ us?” Zsuzu enquired.

“Of course. You’re not shy are you? I won’t do anything you don’t want.” Tom went off followed by Suzie, leaving the two women talking to each other. Presently he sent Suzie to bring the two women in. “You’re not ready yet? You need to take those clothes off so the water can get to the welts.”

“And you get to see our boobies,” quipped Zsuzu, “You really are a naughty one you know.” Mary Ann cried out when Suzie poked her tender bottom. Tom admonished the young girl, “Suzie, remember it is your fault mummy and granny are so sore. You shouldn’t have run away like that. If I had been a car and not a bike you would be dead. Squashed flat.”

Despite having towels covering the bottom of the bath, Zsuzu had difficulty in kneeling because her legs were still sore and lacerated from her fall. Tom stood back for a few moments and admired the two women. Mary Ann, white skinned, well built but nowhere near as large as Zsuzu. She had good-sized tits but couldn’t compete with the large mammaries of her mother in law. Her arse though showed the effects of the belting to a far higher degree. Livid red welts now turning yellow black, criss-crossed both cheeks. Tom gently sponged water over them until some of the fire had gone. He asked where to find more towels and gave her one to dry herself before turning his attentions to Zsuzu.

“I wondered when you were going to help an old woman like me.” Tom saw she was laughing at him.

“You had more area to soak so needed more time.” Tom joked back.

“Yeah and I s’pose you wanted to keep me naked longer.”

“Of course. First time I’ve seen a naked black woman so I must make the most of it.” So the banter went on while Tom bathed her bum and legs. One of the scratches on her leg had festered and Tom gently cleaned it again. Soon though both women were dry and Tom had applied cream to the relevant areas. He’d brought a tube along thinking it was only going to be needed on Zsuzu’s legs but there was sufficient. Mary Ann decided she had better get home and after crying out a few times, managed to get her jeans on. She left taking Suzie with her. Zsuzu didn’t have the same trouble dressing, she donned a dressing gown and the pair returned to the kitchen but Zsuzu didn’t attempt to sit.

“Well now white man, you got to see just about every thing I got. You got an eyeful of my tits and even copped a feel or two of my cunt. I can see you’ve a hard on by the bulge in your trousers. How about I get a good look at you? Let me see if you’ve a small dick like most white men are supposed to have.”

“You’re a naughty woman Zsu, wanting an old man like me to strip in front of you but I guess I’ll have to keep you happy.” Tom stripped while Zsuzu leaned on the counter and watched.

“Wow, that’s not a bad size,” she exclaimed when Tom’s hard cock sprang into view, “For a white man, of course!” Zsuzu’s infectious laugh took any sting from the remark.

“You want to see what the fit is like?”

“Yeah Tom but my arse is still on fire from the sodden beating that crap son of mine gave it and I can’t kneel because of the fall yesterday.” Zsuzu leaned and took the cock in her hand and gently rubbed it between her fingers. “Perhaps if I lie on my side on the bed I can taste it.” Limping a little she led Tom by his cock to the bedroom. He stared fascinated as her tits bobbed and swayed as she walked. It had been several years since he’d had a naked woman beside him and never a black woman or indeed a woman of such large size. His cock hardened further if that was possible.

For Zsuzu too, it had been a long time. She’d had a couple of white boys in her teen years but when she married Leonard, Leon’s father she was faithful to him until her left her without warning to live with another woman, a white woman. Zsuzu had to bring up Leon on her own.

“Come here baby,” Zsuzu cried out as she pulled Tom’s throbbing cock to her mouth. Lying as she was on the bed, Tom’s cock was just the right height. Any further comment from her was limited to gurgling sounds as she slurped noisily on his man shaft. It was a revelation to Tom. One girlfriend had sucked him before sex but it seemed as if Zsuzu was going all the way and was even trying to take him further down her throat. Her arms now encircled his arse, fingers played with his hole as she kept pulling him towards her mouth and releasing him again. Never had Tom experienced anything like it and it didn’t take long before his sperm was sent down Zsuzu’s throat.

“Would you like me to suck you or anything?” Tom asked when they both lay face to face recovering on the bed.

“I’d love you to suck me off too but not many men will do that and in any case I’m a bit too sore. Perhaps if you nibble my tits for a bit.” Tom didn’t need a second bidding.

“I still don’t understand why do you allow Leon to beat you?” Tom asked when they once again lay facing each other. Tom had his hand between her thighs, gently massaging her mound.

“It’s a long story and one I don’t think I ought to tell you.”