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The door knocked and beauty came in, slightly apologetic about being late, which was her usual demeanor. she found her Master sat smiling in His usual chair, waiting to greet and use her. Remembering the final instructions before her arrival, she visited the bathroom, washed her hands, put on her leather blindfold and stood fully dressed in the open doorway. It was a longer training session than normal, and she was going to be put through rigorous use in order to prepare her for some of the coming year’s events.

Master began by attaching her wrist cuffs and restraining her arms behind her back, whilst asking her about her weekend and what she was looking forward to doing over the two week holiday. Once she was ready, He moved her so that her back was against the wall and instructed her to kiss Him fully. He knew that she didn’t like this part one bit, which made it even more enjoyable. Holding a hand behind her head, He indulged Himself until He felt His cock grow fully. she was a beautiful slave and the intimacy was satisfying. He told her to use her tongue in His mouth, which she did without hesitation.

Guiding her to the middle of the room, He began with an inspection, to see that she had prepared herself for use as previously messaged. The black cotton boots were knee length and flat heeled, keeping her close to her natural height. The dress was a sailor style, the only one left in her wardrobe, and her knickers were plain black. she had tied her hair back to keep it off her face and away from her blindfold. He thrust His right hand into her knickers to check that she had shaved her hair off, noticing that they were already damp and sticky. He checked to see which arm had been recently operated on without touching the bruised area.  

Next He opened her mouth. There was something beautiful about touching a girl in this way. The sense of control and ownership that was communicated as He passed His thumb between her teeth and skin, was indescribable. It was not as physically arousing as penetration, but mentally it satisfied something deep within Him, and He knew that by her constant return, something deep within her too. He examined all of her body, enjoying her scent, her breathing, and her obedience. Finally, after bending her over the room’s desk so that she didn’t topple over, He checked to see that her anus had been prepared

Every now and again He took photographs to record the process He was taking her through. In the days between their meetings, it would help Him to consider new ways to use her, as well as provide welcome visual stimulation. beauty was pleased that she could serve in that way too. Instructing her to kneel upon a pillow, her Master used her mouth to awaken His already stiffened cock. He rocked her head back and forth along the shaft, feeling the softness of her lips without her hands stimulating Him with squeezes, as He sometimes liked. It was going to be a long session, and He would enjoy it slowly.

One of the areas that she would no doubt be used by others her Master would be introducing her to in the coming months was orally. He took her through licking His shaft, sucking and pulling away, covering her teeth with her lips to create extra pressure, blowing, kissing and many other ways to create a variety of pleasurable sensations. After ten minutes, her mouth was beginning to look sore, so He moved on to the next important area, that of discipline.

In the few weeks since their previous training, beauty had been lax in her messages, often sending two but only using ‘Master’ once in pairs of messages. He reminded her that this was her sole instruction for communication – to show respect in each and every response. He reminded her that her orgasm was His to give or deny and that even over this seasonal holiday, she was not allowed to climax without His expressed permission. she agreed of course verbally, but there had been one occasion recently when she had said that she had climaxed because she just wanted to be romantic. This discipline time was a reminder that she was a slave, that she belonged to her Master, that her holes, her climax, her appearance belonged to Him alone.

Pulling her close to His upright body, and making sure that her hands were restrained next to her cunt, He leant against the wall and began to spank her for her failings. After each painful slap, she was made to call out the number. During their last encounter, He tasted her tears trickling down her cheeks after only ten. He knew that she was sensitive to pain, but it was His responsibility to keep her in order. The coming few months would be some of the most difficult for her to be self restrained as she moved home and had to spend less upon her appearance and more upon fixtures and fittings. As the final spanks rippled upon her bottom, He kissed her tears away and made her apologise for her lack of self-control and willful assertiveness. It was hardly what He expected of a collared slave, especially His.

Roped in  

beauty stood in the middle of the room dressed as her Master had instructed her - wearing her black thong and bra, black leather slave collar and her four black leather cuffs - He liked black whenever slave training, she smiled to herself. In her hands she held her black hood ready to put on once her inspection had concluded. she knew what was to come - His story always gave her time to prepare in advance, although over the months, she didn't need to read it as much as at first. He seemed to remember her limits each time, and pushed her where it was necessary. He used her anus last time even though she had failed to stretch her in the preceding weeks. she knew that she had to do better, unless anal sex was always going to hurt.  

His hands inspected her preparation as much as His eyes. He enjoyed this moment - it always put her quickly into the necessary mental state. Being man-handled like a piece of meat was both humiliating and wonderfully erotic. He knew that and enjoyed the experience too. This time He began by fixing her hands behind her head with the first chain and sticking His hands into her knickers. she was nicely wet. He tasted her, and each time He did, images of how she had been previously used flooded His mind. His eyes glanced over her face, her torso and legs. He told her to stand with her legs further apart, which she did immediately.  

Today He had decided to update her pictures for her online profile. For that reason, He kept her underwear on and instructed her to put her hood on, after untying her chain briefly. Once the hood was on, He replaced her hands behind her head, made her kneel on the white towel and spread her knees wide. In this set of pictures she would be connected to Him. Before each picture was taken, He inserted Himself into the image - beginning with His hand once more between her thighs. Knowing that she would be the focus of thousands of men's fantasies was a real turn on.

The camera clicked away as He determined her position and how He would show her submission to Him. Whether kneeling, laying prostrate upon her back with her legs in the air or simply standing, she felt His body pressed against hers, displaying her willingness to yield, to be used and her desire to be owned. she looked forward to seeing the images later, as long as her body looked trim enough. Just the thought had caused her to breathe in just before each snap.

Once He had finished with this task, she was taken over to one of the walls and made to stand with her hands pressed firmly against the wall and her bottom pushed out. she knew why immediately. It was time to put things right for her disobedience, her attitude and her words since their last encounter. It was never pleasant, never arousing, but if He insisted upon it then she knew that it was necessary. she longed for the day that her body yearned for His spanking, but as of six months, give or take a week, her feelings remained the same – it hurt! As His spanking began she tightened up in preparation, trying very hard to think of what was to come in a few minutes time.

Each strike of His hand pleased Him. He enjoyed watching the reddening of her white skin, and the way in which she tried to please Him on her shuffling heels. He reached His predetermined number – once for each time she had displeased Him or failed to follow His simple instructions in her texts. He was sympathetic to her understandable limitations, but on several occasions she had admitted to having not taken opportunities to reply to Him. He had noticed that in many areas His slave had spurts of enthusiasm, but then found her focus shifting to new interests. Identifying these patterns in her personality helped Him to understand her, and begin to reshape her to His liking.

Once He was satisfied that she knew her place, and her ass was pleasantly rouged, He stood behind her, pressing in close until He felt the heat from her body and His hands could grasp her tits, still nestled in her bra. He told her to undress and then pulled her to the middle of the room, making her trip slightly due to her blindness. she listened to Him remove His clothing, feeling the juices from her cunt run between her thighs. Finally, once His clothes were piled in the corner of the room, He thrust His hands into her cunt and tasted her. It reminded Him of her in the unique way that He imagined a dog must be able to discern between every human scent. His girl stood obediently, like a child awaiting instruction.

He picked up the long rope which He had obtained for this training session and began to wind it slowly around her body. her previous training had been a foretaste and practice for this moment. Although she had been marked for half an hour, they had disappeared by the end of the time together. He enjoyed tightening it across her pert breasts and around her arms until she was unable to move and felt trapped. They both reveled in the moment…but for very different reasons…

Tied up - training 8

It had been a fortnight since her last training, and in that time much had happened. Now, as she knocked upon the door of the hotel room, she wondered if she was prepared for Him. Taking one last glance at the clothing which she had hastily got dressed into at the end of the day, she knocked and entered, after hearing His voice call her in. There, as usual, was her Master, sat upon the chair, looking at her and welcoming her in with His words and His eyes.

she moved towards Him and knelt at His feet, after removing her knickers and handing them to Him. she lay her head upon His lap and waited for Him to instruct her. His hands stroked her head and He asked her some questions about her day, which had been stressful - just how she preferred it. Today, He told her, she was going to be restrained in a new way - not with her cuffs, but instead using garden ties. It would mean that she could be put into a whole variety of positions that had been previously only possible in the bondage room. He pulled her up by her pony tail and made her wear her blindfold before anything else began, much to her relief. The tension of seeing what was happening still caused her difficulties, and whilst she waited to visit a hypnotist, the darkness gave her the security which she needed to proceed.

The first thing was her inspection - and she stood legs apart in her black slave girl outfit. He circled her, yanking her stockings up higher and tightening her hair. she sensed that He was frustrated by her imperfections, but would never speak unless spoken to. He opened her mouth and inspected her teeth, noting the lower jaw where one tooth had failed to emerge along with the others. Finally, He told her to strip and spanked her ass hard, whilst watching her remove her clothing. He was introducing multi-tasking, which she found hard to do. Getting undressed was one thing, but to do it at the same time as being spanked was a challenge. Throughout, He expressed His disappointment with her communication. she had, it seemed to Him, avoided her on many of the days when she would have been free to talk - especially on the weekends when she was home alone so much now. By the time she was completely naked, save for her collar and blindfold, her ass was stinging and she had apologised for her wrong prioritising of her free time. she acknowledged that she could easily give one solid hour whilst alone to be trained. The pain remained as a reminder as His instructions continued.

His hands took each arm in turn, winding rope around her wrists, making sure that a loop was left to use in the middle section of the binding. As He wound it round her skin, He enjoyed looking at her body move in response to His touch. her nipples looked slightly small, but a quick pinch of one improved their appearance immediately. Eventually, after several minutes work, her arms were ready. He stood behind her body and tugged her arms together, joining them with a garden tie. Walking around her naked form, He enjoyed this special moment, as she became entirely vulnerable to His touch.

“Time to worship My cock, beauty. He wants your little girl tongue to lick Him gently.” she nodded and allowed her Master to guide her into position. she was pleased to be used in this way. If she could, she would revert at all times to her younger self, but she knew that was not her choice and never would be. He enjoyed using her in a variety of ways, and the longer she was trained by Him, the more that she realized that His cock was always in charge of what happened. As He slipped between her lips, she felt at home once more. her tongue licked tenderly. He began slightly soft, but within a few tastes of her tongue, resumed His usual hardness.

her mouth enjoyed this sensuality. He rarely made noises to indicate His pleasure, but then He was no girl. she knew that she was serving Him well though because He would commend her obedience at regular intervals, and stroke her hair. The more that she provided this sort of service, the more that she realized that it reinforced her place – a slave to please, not to be pleased. This thought drifted through her mind all the more as she took His erect head into her mouth. He was pleased and so she dripped all the more. she only wished that in between training she didn’t disappoint Him so much. her thoughts drove her on to make His cock the happiest it could be…

M x

Training 7: closer to the edge

beauty opened the door to the hotel room and stepped inside. she had quietly knocked before entering, not only because she had been instructed to, but because politeness came from within her. Three months had passed since she first sat in her Master's car, allowing a complete stranger to play with her, and now the next stage in her training was beginning. Sometimes she wondered how she had made it this far, given her natural shyness, but the longing to serve her Master as He controlled her would not disappear. she had already realised that being true to who she was on the inside was the path to take in the journey of life.

After making Him a black coffee, and quickly glancing upon the floor to see the white towel where she would probably be used, beauty knelt at her Master's feet and handed Him her hairbrush. He liked to use it to soothe her from time to time, and as she talked about the stresses and strains of her week, He listened and smiled. He enjoyed knowing what was going on inside her and even though she often wanted to keep areas of her life from Him, she was realising that sometimes being open about things enabled His understanding and control to improve. Once He had finished His coffee, she took the brush and mug, picked up her blindfold and stood before Him, clothed as instructed in her usual black skater dress, hold ups, slave collar flat heels and black underwear. He told her to put the blindfold on and she breathed a sigh of relief. There was something magical about entering this space of darkness. It was the same whenever she was at home - during sex she closed her eyes and was immediately transported back to the last training - or one to come. As she entered each actual training in the present, the intensity increased as her thoughts and feelings wrestled with the pleasure of each experience, and the humiliation which she put herself through.

He moved around her form, checking that all was as He had instructed, before pulling her knickers halfway down her thighs. They were soaking as usual, and He made her dip her finger between her labia, place her two wet fingers in the air and allow Him to taste her. This simple action made her feel less than a girl, closer to the slave she knew that she was. Some days her thinking slipped back into echoes of the frustrated girl seeking equality, but as she stood before her Master, she realised that she was there to be used, like a toy, like an animal, without a voice. As if to strengthen that idea, her Master made her remove her knickers and get down on all fours upon the towel. Usually He liked to spank her across His knees, and she enjoyed being pressed against His skin, but today there was a separation.

"There have been many occasions this month when u have done things alone, beauty, chosen to buy things without permission, not looked after your body well or had to apologise for your lack of thought. u asked for My control, but have ignored it on occasions. This spanking is to remind u of that pledge of submission and to focus u upon your obedience in these areas. Do u want My control of these areas of your life beauty?"

"Yes Master. I'm sorry that I keep failing You. I will try harder. Please punish me as You see fit Master. I want to please You." His hands, which had been stroking her back moved to her lips.

"This is the hand that will hurt u beauty. Kiss it and be thankful." her lips kissed the palm of His right hand several times, and although she didn't like the pain, she knew that pain is what she deserved. The pain lived within her as a reminder that she had a long way to go until her life pleased her Owner. Suddenly the spanking began and she tried to fight against the pain at first, holding her breath and tensing her body, but she remembered the previous discipline when her Master had encouraged her to breathe regularly. It felt more like a marathon race as she allowed her body to be used in this way. her ass was stinging now, and although she was pretty good at medical pain, even this was beginning to become normal for her. Towards the end, once her skin was glowing red, His spanks became harder. It was at this point that she realised that she had lost control. He truly owned her. There was a deep satisfaction that rose up from within once more.

The feeling of intense heat remained upon her skin as His hand yanked her up by her ponytail. He instructed her to stand with her legs apart and her hands behind her neck. He passed a chain between the collar's D-ring, enjoying the way that in this position her tits were pulled up taut. Licking her lips with His tongue, He admired her beautiful body. It reminded Him of the favourite pose in His growing collection of images. she was truly beautiful, everything that He had wanted from a slave, except for a few extra pounds on her stomach. He knew that these would eventually come off the more she disciplined her eating to match her determination in running. He stood staring at her, His beauty, admiring the way that her juices hung between her labia as a sign of her arousal - the true sign of a slave. "Kneel down beauty. I am about to turn u into My sex toy once more."

He held her close to His chest and lay her upon the floor. she was uncomfortable but her legs were still free. Listening carefully, she heard the sound which she had expected all evening - a long chain being lifted from a bag. It was dragged slowly across her skin, making her breathe in deeply as its coldness contrasted with the heat exuding from her body. It was threaded between her ankle cuffs first and then her wrists, running along her spine like an exo- skeleton. And then came the surprise - her Master slowly pulled the chain tighter, drawing her ankles towards her waist, bending her knees until she was quite unable to move. she knew at once what was about to happen. With each pull of the chain, her bottom became more and more exposed. When He had finally tied the chain off, she heard His trousers fall to the floor, and the firmness of His cock draw near. It seemed so strange that some men had cocks which they pushed and pulled into cunts as if they were inflating a tyre with air, whilst others, like her Master, would use them creatively. she took a deep breath and waited to see where He would venture first.

He pulled her roughly until her ass was as high as it could go, and she began to make a noise, which sounded like she had some difficulty, so He laid her down upon the floor once more and gagged her tightly so that she had something to do with her mouth. Now He was content. she couldn't move or make a sound and her skin was still red from her spanking. Pulling her close to His body, she felt His fingers firm upon her thighs and His erect cock push between her labia slowly. His rigid dryness was drenched by her soft wetness, which had only increased as the chains were pulled tight. Even though her mouth had a bit filling it, she was still capable of moaning. As He pulled and pushed her without any other communication than that of skin upon skin, she became aware of her purpose plainly - she was a toy, her holes on display.

He did not talk to her once. His body continued relentlessly, and she realised that He had no intent of focusing upon her pleasure, and yet the fact that she was being used in this way was intoxicating. The more that His climax approached, the more she hungered to join Him. Their breathing seemed to synchronise and blend. As His body began to shake in pleasure, she begged Him for the same. she knew by now that to interrupt His pleasure would not be the way of the slave, and yet she knew that He allowed her the privilege of at least one climax during her training. He bid her to cum. As His cock pushed inside her, she contorted and writhed upon Him, biting hard upon her bit. Such was her release that He felt the muscles inside her contract which made His satisfaction grow. He lay inside her, enjoying the brief respite, and admiring her naked form. Now He had climaxed, He had several things in mind to do with His obedient beauty.

Once the chemical overload had subsided, He withdrew His cock and disappeared into the bathroom. Even blindfolded, she could tell that something different was happening. It sounded like the bath was being washed clean and her Master was whistling. she lay contentedly, knowing that the next thirty minutes were entirely in His hands - just how she liked it. Although her first orgasm had faded and her feelings tended to drop, the tension of the next phase was causing her to drip once more. she loved the fact that He knew how she worked and played upon it. A few moments later His feet touched her body, but she was unable to turn her head or do anything due to the chains. His hands pulled her along the floor until her cunt was close to His mouth. He began to drink her, licking between her labia, enjoying the taste of her juices and occasionally teasing her clitoris with His tongue. she began to awaken again. His hands gripped her thighs and pulled them apart to enable His face to get closer. He loved to breathe in her scent and it would remain within Him long after the evening would finish. He waited until her arousal was beginning to surge and then He began to undo the chains, leaving her hungry for more. Although the chains slipped off easily, He left her hands and ankles tied together, restricting her movements. He pulled her up and sat her upon His knees, hugging her close so that He could feel her warmth and see how she responded to His words.

"beauty, u have pleased Me many times with your body, which is your duty at all times." she nodded, this was nothing new. "I have given u the full collar to signify that u have now made your three holes available for My use. u have made yourself available for two girl training and stepped beyond your comfort zones for My pleasure. Now I am going to introduce u to a new aspect of pleasing Me. For this we will need to use the bath" she stumbled along the carpet, wondering how she would take to this new idea being added to her list of experiences, and as she knelt down upon the bath surface, He explained all. "I have taught u how to be a bitch girl for Me, haven't I beauty?" she nodded. There were times when this was very arousing to think about and other times when she wished they could just be having sex, it was so degrading. Nevertheless, she wanted to please her Master in whatever way He wanted to use her. her mind went back to the letter than she had written in earnestness on their first training night together. It had been easy to write at the time, but now she had to embrace the consequences.

"A dog marks his territory using his scent. We see other dogs walking along a path, sniffing out the territory as they go for their strolls." "u are My territory, beauty. I own u as My slave and use u as My slave. Now, like the bitch girl that u are, I am going to own u." He moved her hands behind her back, made her kneel and cuffed them together, along with her ankle cuffs. Now that she was unable to move in the bath, He climbed in opposite her and began to pee. It wasn't as bad as she had imagined whilst reading the story. The warm water trickled upon her breasts, and then away.

He smiled at her obedience. He had chosen her well from all of the other girls - she had a good heart. After finishing, He stepped out of the bathtub, undid her cuffs and instructed her to remain on her knees. she heard the sound of the shower once more, and soon her body was being washed in the warm jet. He enjoyed soaping her down, especially seeing her breasts and stomach covered in suds. As He washed her, He talked about how He had always imagined cleaning a girl before but had never done it. With beauty it seemed entirely natural. she was like a daughter at times in her innocence. "Good slave. u have pleased Me with your obedience. That is another step. There will be no more need to do that. u are marked as Mine now." After making her dry herself down as He watched, beauty stood patiently to be told what to do next. It was only a short session and she imagined that whatever came next would be the last thing...and she was right!

Climbing into bed, He pulled beauty in close next to His chest. she smelt lovely and clean. His eyes roamed her form, enjoying the way her soft skin contrasted with His own. He studied her face as He guided her arms to wrap themselves around His body. He was pleased with her. “During the week u asked Me hypothetically about what 24/7 slavery might be like. Well, it is difficult to describe, but I can tell u the physical element. In the morning u would wake up before Me, and go downstairs to make us both drinks. I would expect u to place Mine next to My side of the bed and then to slowly wake Me up with gentle kisses and caresses. After a few minutes of chatting, I would send u downstairs again to make the breakfast for us. I might feed u like a little girl, put it on the floor for u to eat as My bitch or let u eat as a slave.” beauty listened carefully, curious to know how the rest of the day would unfold.

“I work at home, so after kissing Me goodbye, I would send u on your way to work. I would leave u the washing up to be done later. Upon your return, I would expect u to remove your knickers, greet Me with a kiss, and for u to sit at My feet to tell Me the news of what u have been up to during your day, as I brush your hair. u would find that I listened a lot more than u realized. A lot more than u have previously known, beauty.” she nodded to herself inwardly. Sometimes the only way that she could make herself heard was to shout, and whilst that brought things to a head, it often was disregarded after the initial response.

“Listening to u would not mean changing to what u liked of course beauty. I just like to know everything that is going on inside your head and heart.” That thought concerned her. her thoughts and feelings were areas which she would shut out at times. But there was no denying that she liked to be held, stroked and cuddled. A silly thought crept through her mind. What of Mr F? she was sure that with this amount of touch, even that wouldn’t be a problem. He continued to explain how she would be used in the evening. her cookery skills would certainly flourish! There would be fewer meals out for a start, healthier meals and a lot more discipline with regards to her diet. This element of control would be exactly as she wanted it, she knew.

Laying her back upon the bed, He slipped His fingers between her legs as He continued to explain how life would be if she ever became a full-time slave. As her body responded to His touch, and His deion of taking her to meet other Masters and slaves at the local events, He made her kiss His mouth deeply and rub His cock once more. He enjoyed seeing her body respond to His fingers and lips. she was like a little girl, being awakened for the first time, each time they trained together. His mind knew that she could not be allowed to climax a second time too soon – she was still unable to focus upon His desires once a second orgasm had rippled through her form.

He moved her back to the floor and made her kneel upon the pristine white towel once more. He tied her cuffs together with one of the chains and then began to write. The first she knew about it was the sound of the lipstick container being opened next to her ear – for effect she was sure! Knowing that He was an artist made her wonder what He was drawing or writing upon her chest. It felt like words, but she was more concerned about maintaining her posture than to attempt to discern what exactly was being scribed upon her skin. Finally, after a few more photographs, her Master began to wipe away the lipstick, kissing her mouth as He did.

It was time for her to go, and she knew their training had come to an end once more. His fingers alighted upon the chain, but before undoing it, He decided to give her one more treat. It didn’t require much further touch, for her body was already aroused. He pulled her close with one arm, feeling her softness, like that of the little girl she had often been in His arms, and with the other, forced her to a climax. With her head close to His ear, she gasped and sighed, causing His cock to awaken once more.

Before allowing her to dress, He massaged her gently in oil, leaving her soothed and rested. He gave her a gift to use at home or work - a little visual reminder of who she was. He watched her leave the room before dressing…she was a very good girl.

M x

Training six: Two

Standing outside the Leicester home dungeon, after the initial chat with the other couple over a drink, He made beauty take out her blindfold and hold it in her hands. she gazed down at it and waited for His decision.  Obedience always required sacrifice, and she had made many in order to be a pleasing fragrance for Him in the three months she had been trained to please Him. Stepping through the door was less of a challenge for her than for many slaves, as she had already been used with other girls in a similar situation. The challenge which lay before her was whether to be blindfolded or not. In many ways she wanted to see the couple on the other side – what they looked like, the size of their bodies, how they inter-related, and yet she knew who she was. A few discreet glimpses would be enough for her. her Master knew that too, and with only a few simple gestures, instructed her to enter the comforting darkness.

Once in this place of safety, beauty began to relax again. her sense of hearing, and touch became heightened. her hands were pulled through the door, and as careful as He could be, she still felt vulnerable to bashing into the furniture which she had previously lain on. Suddenly His voice was joined by two others – a second Dom, who greeted them both with a degree of warmth and excitement in His voice. she had heard that tone before – the eagerness of men in her submissive presence was usually easy to detect. she wondered if they could read her mind too, although her Master said that they only needed to pull down her saturated knickers to know her enthusiasm for these situations. As if to prove that, Master pulled down her white knickers and both the Dominants tasted her pre-cum. The same thing was done to the other girl. The men laughed and commented on the differences.

Unable to see what was going on around her, beauty felt the touch of the slave in front of her. she was under instruction to undress her. her hands were slightly shaky, as this was one of the first times that she had ever touched a girl slave. beauty listened to her breathing changing, panting slightly as the top layer revealed her underwear. Then it was her turn. Unsighted, she had to root around for the buttons, zips and poppers that wrapped this girl up. her hands touched erect nipples through the fabric. beauty could tell immediately that this girl’s tits were smaller than hers, which gave her a small sense of satisfaction. Most men liked larger breasts, and no matter what they said with words, this was the reason that girls the world over had breast implants and padded bras. Having said this, she felt sure that her Master enjoyed seeing the variety in sizes too. Soon they were both naked next to each other, their clothes in some semblance of a pile, and both Doms stood in front of the girls, deciding where to begin…

After k’s Master had finished with her, He moved over to beauty’s Owner, briefly chatted so that neither of the slaves could hear, and then sat down. beauty’s Master had a very different approach which was apparent from the start. Kneeling them both down upon the floor, He pulled their faces in close to His, enjoying the contrast in their lips, their cheekbones, their hair and scents. The smell of cum which rose from between their thighs was unique to each. He whispered His words as He kissed each of them, making them lick His eager lips as He told them how He was about to use them.

“A slave is the lowest form of humanity girls. she is below a Man, below a woman, below a child. she is an animal, base, there to be used as the Owner sees fit. He can hurt her or make her do as He wishes. But above all, a slave needs to realise that she is nothing but an animal before she truly accepts herself as she is. Until she does, she is not truly a slave. she is just enjoying it as a feeling, an experience. When she realises this, she will stop demanding things from her Owner, stop expecting to be loved and wanted and given time. she will accept whatever scraps of attention He offers her. His attention will be enough. she will stop demanding it from others too, in place of her Master. she will stop getting upset at others, because she will finally embrace who she truly is – a slave and nothing more. “ He stroked them gently as He continued.

“I want My slaves to stay on the floor, to realise that they have become as low as the animals, as low as a bitch dog. A bitch walks around on a lead, showing off her tits, her ass, her cunt, without shame, for she is an animal, nothing more.” He placed a lead upon each of their collars  and stood between them, admiring their obedience, their nakedness, their humility. He began to lead them, watching their bodies move in a new way, less than a human, crawling in this awkwardness – a new beauty. Whilst their focus had been elsewhere in the previous training section, He had placed a bowl in the corner of the room. Taking them there, He instructed both of them to lap up the water. They were not to use hands. His own slave began first, the more experienced of the two leading the way. It was water, as He had said, not the wine which had filled the bowl during the previous occasion.

As they obediently drank from the bowl, beauty’s Master was standing behind them, dipping His finger into their cunts, tasting them and comparing the flavours. One was more acidic, closer to her period. He studied the way their bodies curved, appreciating their unique forms. He was sure that His own slave would be wondering about her stomach and if it was too big compared to k’s, but that didn’t even cross His mind. In front of His eyes were two bitches lapping water, wonderfully stripped and obedient. As they continued, she listened to His belt unbuckle, His trousers fall to the floor and His comforting feet touch her cold skin. His firm hands seized her hair and pulled her away and towards Him. How was He about to use them, she wondered?

Firstly, He made them turn and elevate their behinds, so that as k’s Master took the picture, He was framed by two beautiful images. Next, He positioned them so that they were about two inches from each other. Although beauty could feel the other girl’s breath upon her face, she was unable to see the mixture of fear and excitement in k’s eyes. That privilege fell to her Master. He moved them until they were so close that nothing seemed to be between them. They were like a beautiful symmetry, reflecting their own unique beauty before the face of the other. He enjoyed staring at them – a strange art form – before placing His hard cock upon both of their lips.

“Gently lick Him girls. He wants to feel your female touch. Adore Him. Know Him. Rub your lips up and down His shaft slowly and sensuously.” With that they began. Their lips spread either side, aware of one another, but now focusing upon the One who controlled them. The wetness of each side mingled and they could taste not only cock, but also mouth. As they licked Him slowly to arousal, their noses occasionally brushed each other, their tongues happened to meet, and above all they were aware of one another’s noises emanating inches away. It seemed a strange juxtaposition to be in, to beauty’s mind – so close to another girl, and yet totally serving her Owner. she was pleased to be serving her Master in this way. There was arousal, but it was all taking place within her. she thought back to the first time that she had been with a girl – it was like opening a door which she alone was unable to manage, but with the help of a man it was achieved.

her hair was suddenly grabbed and she was made to stop. The blindfold, which had been her protection, was slowly raised until she could glimpse into k’s eyes. Now they licked ever more slowly, feeling the skin and shape of her Master’s cock, but watching one another’s eyes like the animal’s they had become. As quickly as her sight had been given, it was harshly snatched back, and beauty became aware that k was no longer facing her, but taking her Master’s cock deeply into her mouth. she too was moved until her body was pressed close to her Owner, and He began to suck upon her larger breasts. He had all that He wanted – and with that His fingers began to push between her dripping labia.

beauty wanted to climax. she had been waiting for over a week to enjoy the privilege, and although her Master had allowed her to do so with her boyfriend, the opportunity hadn’t arisen. Now, as His mouth sucked upon her nipples, and His fingers played with her labia and clitoris, she began to ask permission to cum. It was restrained at first as she became aware of the desire between her legs, but as the impulses grew, so did her pleading. He listened to her requests, but didn’t sense that she truly needed it, for if she had, the words would have been more than spoken in politeness. As He continued, her need grew, and soon she was begging to climax.

He made her beg once more, and then, as she was freed to cum, His fingers moved quicker upon the erect clitoris. she tried not to collapse, for her back was still sore from her marathon at the weekend. her body shook and then He removed His fingers as her juices slowly ran out. “k, it’s time for u to lick up the juices from between beauty’s legs. Make sure no drop is spilt or I will discipline u severely.” He watched as she turned her attention from His cock onto beauty’s cunt. He knew that all of them were enjoying this obedient interaction. His own slave was too recently complete for this to finish her off, and she knew that the only permission she had been given to climax was when her Master was inside her, so she enjoyed the young girl’s caresses, but they were quickly snatched away. “Time’s up,” came her Master’s voice. “girls, u are His property for the next half an hour.”

They stood patiently as He unclipped their leashes and were made to stand next to each other…

Afterwards, beauty was relieved to be returned to the comfort of her Master. He actually liked her, when compared with the way k’s Owner used and spoke to them both. her Master made them lie next to each other. He enjoyed seeing the way that their bodies were the same and different. He made them both spread their legs so that their cunts were wide open. Slowly, starting with the new hole, He pushed inside, feeling her tightness and wetness, pushing against His cock, sensing her depth and point of arousal. Almost immediately, He withdrew and began to push inside beauty. her tightness was very distinctive, and although slightly older than the other girl, she stimulated Him more, as He had imagined.

He turned them over with a command and repeated the procedure, enjoying the difference. This time He found that due to the length of their thighs, both were positioned well to stimulate Him. He had already decided that He wanted to hear k climax, and so, just He would do later, He began to push inside this new girl, slapping her ass, and playing with her clitoris. Soon she was close to a climax. Just as before, she begged to cum, and He allowed her to do so after a few minutes. her body arched and she collapsed in an undignified pile before Him. He spanked her hard and made her turn over. Once upon her back, He pulled His obedient one over and positioned her for the final session. Removing His condom, beauty’s Master began to push inside her, eager to climax. He made k stand in front of Him, to kiss Him, to share her smaller tits, and to rub herself upon His body as His thrusts grew faster and faster…

M x

Training 5: Little Mix

beauty arrived at the restaurant for her first meal out with Daddy. she had enjoyed thinking about this special time which would last overnight too. As instructed by her Daddy, she had put on her nicest skirt, made her hair into two bunches, removed her bra and was wearing a lovely plain t-shirt which showed off her nipples for Daddy’s pleasure. He had allowed her to wear a coat into the venue, for her modesty’s sake, which she thought was very kind. her white knickers were moist from the few minutes that she had taken to drive from her home. As she walked into the entrance area, she saw His arm waving and calling her over. she was relieved to find that He had chosen a quiet corner where they could freely talk without too much disturbance.

she sat down once He had given her permission, took of her coat and began to tell Him all about her week. He enjoyed hearing all of her news and how she had managed to cope with the stresses of work, her own personal changes and the way she seemed to adapt to the new needs of others around her. As He listened, He complimented her for having prepared just as requested. He noticed that although it was a Saturday, she looked tired from the long, hard week’s work. He also noticed that she was looking slimmer from her increased workload! Few girls had the blessing of dieting using this method.

When the waitress arrived with the menus, Daddy took them and made the choices for the meals. He requested a child’s portion for His little girl, a nice fruit juice and was about to order a bowl of jelly and ice cream, but they only had ice cream. He, meanwhile, had a lovely glass of wine, a curry and a delicious chocolate cheesecake. Daddy checked beauty’s hands to see that they were clean, but when He looked at her nails He was surprised to see that they were bitten down. Some of them were still dirty, so He made her go to the washroom and to make sure that they were just how she had been taught to have them, sparkling. When she returned, Daddy had already cut up her food into pieces for her, and she thanked Him for doing that, because she was ever so polite.

Eventually, when the meal was over, beauty asked if she could go to the toilet, but Daddy said no, because it wasn’t time to go, so beauty squeezed her legs together and wondered how long she would have to wait. Daddy smiled at her lovely face, her beautiful body and her sweet eyes. He was pleased with His good girl in general, although she had become slow to fulfil some of her tasks in more recent days, since work had increased. That would be sorted when they decamped to the hotel, when he laid her over His knees.

The trip to the hotel was relatively quick, but because they were in different cars, it felt slightly odd for Daddy not to have His little girl’s hand placed between His thighs as He drove along. After locking up the car, He waited for her car to pull in and then He carried in her case for her. Even though some Daddy’s would have made her do her fair share, He liked to be the gentleman in this department. beauty used the swipe card to open the door, and then as soon as Daddy closed the door she put on her blindfold and stood at the foot of the bed, ready to be punished for her various imperfections which Daddy would list at the start of their time alone.

she tried to stand still but her bladder was fit to burst. Daddy had spotted it too, and being the caring parent that He was He led her to the toilet. “Are You going to leave Me alone Daddy?” beauty asked, realising that He was about to make her do something which she hadn’t done for years.

“Daddy always helps out beauty. A little girl can have many problems doing anything, even peeing. So yes, I’m here,” He responded, as He pulled down her saturated knickers, wet from cum and a little leakage. she dipped her head and wanted to , but the need to pee was so great that she let go and peed in front of her Daddy. The relief was wonderful, but the embarrassment grew as she heard Him take a couple of sheets of toilet paper. “Open wide beauty.” she did as instructed and felt strangely comforted by His wiping away any drips from her labia.

Now beauty, time to go to the bedroom and sort out all those silly little mistakes that u did over the last couple of weeks. Daddy has to keep u a well-behaved good little girl doesn’t He?” she nodded, her mind still reeling from the toilet experience. But more than anything else she wanted to please her Daddy and make Him feel proud of her. He took such great care of her, and wanted to know all about her, that the least that she could do was please Him in these small ways. He grabbed her by her hair and took her back into the bedroom. Bending her over His knees, He reminded her of many of the things which she had done to upset Him. beauty almost felt like crying, because she realised how much little things mattered to Him, and yet with much of her focus being upon work, she needed to keep her priorities right. His hand stroked her lilywhite skin once more and her anticipation of what was about to happen grew.

Each spank of His firm hand made her sting, but she knew that she deserved every last slap. During her last punishment, when they were alone in the special dungeon, she had found the positioning with her head down quite difficult, but upon the soft bed with time to breathe and a normal orientation, she was able to listen more carefully to each of her failings. It was always when she got excited that her messages to Him seemed to go wrong. Within herself, she knew that she had got so much correct, in fact Daddy had praised her for going almost a week without a single disrespectful message, but then there was the night when she went round to the babysitters and whilst she got enthused about spending vouchers on clothes, she had made the simple error – enthusiasm again!

Her bottom began to feel hot, and yet she knew that because Daddy used His special slow spank technique she wouldn’t be marked at all in the morning. Knowing that was reassuring she thought to herself, but right now, as her ass burnt red-hot and the spanking continued, she wondered if she was going to manage it. Each session of correction seemed to get longer, to her mind, and she reasoned that after so long, it was up to her to do this one simple thing correctly all the time. Suddenly she began to cry. she hoped Daddy wouldn’t mind. He didn’t stop, and now her stuttering cry became a sob, and His spanks continued. He allowed her to cry a little longer and then kissed her reddened cheeks with His cool lips. “Thank You Daddy,” came her words from between her quivering lips. He commended her obedience and praised her for all the good things she had managed to do since they had last met. That cheered her up.

Sitting her on the end of the bedside, He began to brush her hair and talk in detail about all the good things she had begun to do, which also lifted her spirits up. Last time Daddy had taught her about how her body worked and about some of her holes. He was going to keep up with her education today so that when she grew up to be a Mummy of her own she knew exactly what to do to please her own Master and how to train her own little girl. beauty listened carefully as her Daddy explained all about how her mouth could be used to make a cock happy. she had learned about licking and sucking last time. Now Daddy was going to teach her all about what pleases a man most. He placed the hair brush down upon the side table and admired His girl. she was exactly what He wanted her to be – pretty, well formed and obedient. He pulled her onto the bed next to Himself in order to reveal a secret.

“beauty, your name is beauty because to a man, that is what u are. u may not feel beautiful, and when u compare yourself to girls in magazines u may think that they are prettier than u, but that is not how a man thinks. When the man who will one day choose u looks at u, he will see your lovely eyes, your lovely cheek bones, the way that your hair waves naturally, and can be arranged in so many different ways. He will admire the size of your tits, your taut nipples, the way u maintain your body through fitness and washing. He will appreciate the way that u keep your pussy free of hairs so that he can see the door to your cunt. u see beauty, when a man sees u, he will see nothing but your loveliness. So it is your job and responsibility to maintain that beauty for him to admire, and that is why girls the world over try to keep fit and healthy, as a sign of respect for their Owners.”

beauty nodded. she felt pleased that one day a man would want her because of her appearance, and yet that raised another question for her – how did Daddy see her? Could He see her beauty too?  she was about to ask the question, but then Daddy seemed to read her mind. He lay her down on the bed next to Him and began to stroke her skin, stroke her arms and torso, before playing with her nipples. His fingers felt soft and comforting. “So now beauty, I am going to tell you the secret phrase that will make your man the happiest man of all. When u are alone with him, just as you are alone with Me now, he will want to hear this phrase come from your lips.” Daddy leant in next to her ears and whispered it softly. beauty smiled. Now she knew how to make her man happy.

“Daddy, can I say it to You too? I want to practice it so that I don’t forget it.” Daddy nodded and waited for His little girl to make Him the happiest Daddy of all.

beauty leant over to Daddy and whispered the same magical words that He had shared moments before. He looked at her. “Do u really mean it from the bottom of your heart beauty?”

she nodded and smiled. “I do Daddy. You have looked after me and cared for me and I trust You. So yes,” and she repeated the words out loud as if their being spoken out loud held some magical power. “You can use me however You want to Daddy. There. I’ve said it out loud. Do men really find that the most exciting thing that a girl can say? It seems so easy to say Daddy.”

“It’s so easy to say beauty, but it means a lot because a man can think of so many ways to use u beauty. I’m going to describe some of them to u and then I will ask u whether u really want Me to use u in those ways. I like your heart’s openness and freedom, so I shall tell u what saying ‘yes’ would mean.” she nodded and listened carefully, noticing that He took a deep breath before starting. “When a man has a girl’s body to freely use, she becomes His slave, beauty. It means that not only will she let Him use her as He wishes but she will look for ways to encourage Him to use her. For example, some men like to make their slaves bath them and dry them, as slaves used to in the past. u would have to kneel by the side of the bath and wash Me before drying Me. It is the role of a servant. Do u understand My beauty?”

she nodded and thought about it. It felt odd that she would be caring for Daddy in that way, as He had cared for her all along, but as she was becoming a big girl now, it made sense to her. If Mummy had to do it, then she would have to learn it too. “I think I understand Daddy. What else would it mean?”

“Well, a man might like to see u dressed up like a pretty girl would. Have u noticed how some shops sell clothes for Mummies which are more about their knickers and bras?” she nodded and was about to ask why all the boys would stare at the clothes as they walked passed, but the answer popped into her head! “A man will teach u how to dress so that u look the prettiest way for him.”

“And what would u do to me Daddy so I could be the prettiest that I can be for u?”

“A good question beauty. Well, there are lots of things that u can wear to make Me happy, with hold ups and black skater dresses, with high heels, but one thing that I like to do is to make u look extra specially different. I would wrap u up in a shiny black tape so that all your special holes were showing but not much else beauty. A man likes to see your holes, your tits and your curves but the other parts of u can be hidden from view in lots of ways. Would u like Me to show u what I mean, beauty?” she nodded and waited for Him to explain further. her cunt hole was starting to get wet again at the thought of having her body wrapped up like a Christmas present and she wondered how it would feel to be shiny on the outside? The sound of the tape being unrolled next to her was exciting, but she wondered where her Daddy was about to put it.

The first tape clung to her thighs. It rolled around and around, feeling strange and yet wonderfully different. Her body had been encased in clear cling film once, but this was very contrasting. It was a darkening of her body, as if she was being cancelled out and being made to disappear from view, except for the very parts of her that Daddy wanted to see. The tape didn’t feel too sticky like sellotaped that would yank upon her hairs, and yet it gripped. her fingers wanted to reach out and stroke it, but she hadn’t been given permission to do so. The smell of the material reminded her of PVC.

Once each of her upper legs were encased, Daddy turned to her naked torso. When He touched her, her body seemed to awaken. she loved His touch. It was strong and confident. He didn’t bother to ask her if she minded. The tape covered her stomach. she was pleased that it was tucked away from view – it was one of the parts of her body that plagued her. Why, when she worked so hard on her running and circuits, did her stomach seem to bulge? Daddy never seemed to mind, which confused her. He could see it as clearly as she did, and yet He never berated her lack of self-control. Sometimes she wanted Him to punish her for all her lazy attributes. It might make her change quicker…but then Daddy had His ways.

The tape reached her tits. Master took some of the tape and covered her nipples but left most of her skin on show. she wanted to step inside His head and peer at her body through His mind, to see her body without the affectations which clouded her own thoughts. When the tape came to an end, she felt as if she was wearing a tight skin. she heard Daddy taking pictures of her. He made her take a variety of positions, treating her as if she was nothing but one of the plastic models on display in the clothing store – she liked that idea. her cunt was dripping wet now, anticipating what might come next. Daddy was very good at explaining how men might think of her and use her. It made her tingle inside to please Him. she told Him so. Daddy complimented her. “Yes beauty, I think that u really will be able to allow Me to use u as I wish to. But what would happen if I chose to use u in a way which hurt u and made u feel sore? What if I treated u like an animal girl, beauty? What if I chose to use u in a way that turned u into something u never wished to become?”

beauty wondered if Daddy asked her these questions because she would be able to decide what happened to her? It confused her. “Why do You ask me questions like that Daddy? You are in charge of me. I don’t want to make the decisions for You. That’s not my place.”

“I don’t ask u so that u make the decisions beauty,” He replied, and she could hear the smile in His voice. “I ask u so I know what u are thinking and feeling at this moment in time. I will use u as I wish anyway. I ask to discover the girl inside u who often answers vaguely because she wants to hide from Me! Now, u look a treat – a real visual treat for any man. And I can’t waste u as u are. Time for Me to use u beauty as I wish and enjoy your pretty little holes!”

As they had more time together than usual, Daddy had brought along some rope to use. It was a special soft rope to begin with, as beauty’s skin was still young and easily chaffed, such as when she pushed herself to cover a half marathon. He began with her slender wrists. He had left them exposed from the tape in order to bind her tightly. she felt the knots being put in place where she usually put her hair ties and step counter. It felt strange, as if she was being treated like a farm animal, about to be taken to market where it might be sold. With her eyes closed she imagined being led down a dusty sunlit street, her eyes choked with dirt, unable to rub them for her Owner was dragging her behind His horse.

Suddenly the rope moved to her slender ankles. As it tightened around first the left, and then the right, Daddy noticed that beauty’s breathing was changing. she was being aroused by the sensation of being bound. “In the past, beauty, men used to buy and sell slaves, men and women, boys and girls. They would tie them up carefully with ropes and chains, and take them to be sold. Nowadays we have stopped that from happening in most countries. Some people, however, long to be given the opportunity to serve with their whole lives, to become slaves. The words which u whispered and then spoke out loud, are lovely because u freely choose to say them. For many people it was forced upon them.”

Daddy made her lie on her back and then began to pull each of her legs up high, bent at the knee, where He attached another rope. Soon, she became unable to move. Daddy had exposed her cunt to His gaze, and her limbs were fixed. Yet beauty felt safe. she knew that her Daddy was only teaching her how to please a man. she hoped that one day, a man as thoughtful as He would sweep her off her feet and enjoy her body in every way. she could feel her juices dripping between her thighs as the phone’s camera clicked away. she was pleased that Daddy wanted to remember her in this way. If it made Him happy it was worth it. The sound of Daddy’s belt unbuckling told her that she was about to be used, and there was nothing that she could do about it… not that she wanted to!

Daddy’s strong grip seized her waist and pulled her whole body towards Hi, as if she was a doll. she felt His breath close to her cheeks and smelt His skin. He used no fancy aftershave to disguise His natural scent. she could hear His breathing change as His mouth drew close to hers. His full weight pressed down upon her torso, as His right hand began to toy with her half open lips. They were dry until His tongue licked them so that they caught the light. Daddy remembered that beauty had some Vaseline so He smeared it over them, to make her natural colouring glow. He enjoyed being so close to her. As His cock pushed between her labia, He watched her face responding – her lips parted almost as if in pain. But her noises told Him that there was no pain in this action!

He decided to enjoy a slow push in and out of her cunt. His mind passed back through all the ways He had used her obedience for His pleasure – and allowed His mind to alight upon climbing upon her in the night, as she lay in semi-slumber. she was such a good girl, and although her communication had been erratic due to the nature of her work, and the consequent tiredness, her desire to please and be used remained undiminished. He loved to feel her body brushing against His. His eyes enjoyed the rhythmic sway of her tits with each thrust of His body. He focused upon His own pleasure with complete disregard for where she was at. He knew that within a few minutes, she would reach her first climax for the day.

“Kiss Me beauty, show Me how much u value Me as your Master.” His words were soft but He knew how much of a challenge they were to her. This degree of intimacy was a sacrifice for her, and yet He revelled in it. her tongue darted within His mouth, stirring Him deeper. she was unable to touch Him with her hands, her legs and thighs, but they were connected by her vulnerable kisses. He kept her kissing Him as His fingers pinched her nipples hard. she winced and continued to serve Him. He loved to hear her agony and continued pushing into her wetness. Those kisses were the sweetest, punctuated with pauses and sighs. He felt beauty’s body rising towards a climax, but He hadn’t decided yet whether to allow her to climax.

“Sometimes a Master allows His slave to climax for her pleasure, sometimes He does not, beauty. I can feel your body moving towards that feeling, but I want u to hold back that climax for as long as u possibly can. And even then u must beg for My permission. Do u understand My lovely girl?” she nodded her head as His cock pushed between her labia over and over again. He was enjoying this moment so much. In recent meetings He had concentrated upon extending her use as a three hole slave, but now He was back where He belonged, deep within her primary sex hole. her wetness was literally dripping upon the floor where she lay.

An orgasm is like an intense celebration of a moment. It can be squandered by mixing it with other experiences, such as watching TV and missing the sensations rippling across the body. Neither of them were tempted to do that. beauty was blindfolded and unaware of her surroundings. As the feelings began to rise within her, her breathing grew louder. she fought against the overwhelming desire to be released. He enjoyed hearing her obedience, as with push after push He drew nearer to His own. His hands gripped her hair and pulled her head closer to His left ear. He wanted to hear this struggle. she was gasping and straining until finally she could resist no longer. “Please Master, please I beg of You, please may I climax, please?”

He thought about it for a few seconds, enjoying the hesitation, before allowing her to let go. Suddenly her body began to writhe beneath and around Him. He felt the dance of her skin around His and wanted to seal it in a bottle, to treasure it for ever. They were slave and Master, Daddy and beauty. As He continued, His climax began to rise too. His body arched back, and He felt His cock squirt inside her little body. The chemical release was intense and He collapsed upon her, breathing deeply for several minutes, before, in satisfaction He whispered into her ear, “good girl, u have served Me well. u have pleased Me.” she smiled. Pleasing was all she wanted to do. Now that Daddy had been satisfied, what would He do with her next? As His cock withdrew, He had already decided.

First He made her lick away the cum from the end of His cock. He liked to see her little tongue caress the bright red head before it began to shrink and relax. Then He started to lick her clitoris, enjoying the taste of her juices, intermingled with His own. He watched as her form responded once more, awakening to His touch. As He stroked her with His tongue, He was able to feel the shape of her hood, the softness of her labia, and push into her cunt. Before she was able to climax, He crawled back up beside her face and began to whisper.

“beauty, I told u that I would teach u more, and I have begun to do that. Daddy has always had u as His good little girl, and one day He will hand u over to another man who will look after and train u to be his good girl. He will want u to please and serve him. He wont be your Daddy though, that privilege will be Mine and Mine alone. He will want u for a slave girl, an obedient girl who will please him just as u have been pleasing Me.” she nodded, for it all made sense. “So I shall call u My slave girl to help u make that transition. u already have a name that I have given u, because I am your Owner for this time, but one day another will come and rename u. That will show u that they are to be obeyed from then on. But there are other signs for u to understand and recognise. I shall tell u more after I have u out from this tape!”

Daddy began to untie His good girl, enjoying the marks which had been made on her wrists, her ankles and other parts of her skin. The tape came off with ease and He rolled it up in case He decided to use it later. beauty sighed as she was able to move once more. As with most fantasies, the negative aspects rarely crossed her mind, and being restrained, which had been something she had sometimes considered, never included pins and needles during the experience! Daddy allowed her to stretch and move about. she kept the blindfold on, enjoying the security it provided. Suddenly she heard a sound that she had never heard before with Daddy, and wondered what it would mean?

The lid of the lipstick came off inches from her ear – Daddy was being deliberately obvious, she thought. she licked her lips and waited for the smooth make up to be applied to her obedient lips, but nothing happened. Instead, Daddy made her stand in the middle of the room with her hands by her side. she puckered her lips once more, but this time she felt the tip of the lipstick being applied to her tits! Daddy was writing on her. From the perfume it smelt like an expensive brand. she was tempted to ask what He was writing, but didn’t want to know unless He told her. Sometimes Daddy could be annoyed when He was in the middle of what He was up to.

The lipstick lid was replaced and then Daddy’s camera began to click. beauty was placed into several different positions, each time with this same ritual being repeated – positioning, lipstick, camera click! It felt strange, and very unlike the massage which she had almost fallen asleep in. she was His canvas, her body was the frame, her skin the canvas, and the words…that was His inspiration. she had seen many of the slaves with words enscribed upon their bodies in photographs. Sometimes they were words that make Daddy’s aroused, because she felt only shame as she read them in her head.

Finally Daddy clicked His last picture and kissed her softly upon the lips. “Good slave, u have served Me well. I have written words of ownership upon your skin. Owning u makes Me happy beauty. But if u get into bed now u will make the lovely sheets all mucky so…it’s time to get u scrubbed and washed before we watch a film together.” beauty remembered that Daddy had talked about a slave washing her Master earlier, but how would He wash her? she was led to the bathroom and made to stand in the bath with her blindfold still on. Daddy placed the soap into her hand and switched the shower on, making sure that her hair didn’t get wet…for the moment anyway. He let her wash away all the marks without seeing them once, and when she thought she had removed it all, He helped to spot one or two areas which had been overlooked. His hands were wet, and beauty was starting to become aroused as they slid between her thighs…

M x

Inside out  

The attic  

Which once was locked  

And full of the broken memories  

Yesterday's pain  

Was reluctantly opened  

For inspection  

The gaze of a man  

His words emptied of judgement  

Perceptive  

she wept as the boxes stacked away  

Opened and spoke of youthful dreams  

Failures  

Like a chipped cup waiting to be removed  

He held her close as she whispered  

The pain out loud  

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The most beautiful sound  

Is the cry of a girl  

It is free and profound  

Sets My mind in a whirl  

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Training 4: a white blank slave

beauty sat nervously in the car next to her Master. After reading the story, she knew what was coming…and she wanted to give it her all. Placing her hand between His thighs, she felt intimate without being a slut. He never required her to rub Him as He drove, but she would do it anyway if He were to ask. Their conversation was getting better, she felt. Perhaps He was more relaxed with her. He certainly knew so much about her in their brief time together. With each passing day, beauty felt confident that His promise to train her forever was not mere words. His absorption of facts about her life seemed good, and He was even able to sense when she was struggling, which had been unexpected. They discussed her ‘downs’ as they headed up the motorway. It was true, she thought. Being a girl, with the cyclical journey of her body made her feel vulnerable at times. Some of her thoughts were hardly generous towards anyone when her mood oscillated from hour to hour, and yet through it all, His constant messages seemed to sustain her, like a light leading her through the dark tunnel.

They eventually arrived at the bondage centre. It had no sign outside, declaring it to be ‘Exodus’, which was probably a wise thing given some people’s attitudes towards kink. The door was swiftly opened by the female owner of the centre. beauty felt that she had a kind heart, and would make a good mother – a mixture of sweetness and firmness. Her Master handed over the money at the start of training this time, and they were led down the blue-carpeted corridor towards a new room, just as Master had informed her. There was no need for introductions this time, and so the door shut, leaving them alone for the two hours which she had been desperately waiting for in order to please Him.

Casting her eyes around the room, which was much smaller, she could see new items of equipment. The most appealing was one that her Master had described in detail to her. It looked very plain in one way, and yet the fact that it was covered in leather straps and cushioning, made her wet, even more than she already was. Removing her knickers was a constant embarrassment to her. It felt like she was dripping. A few moments past and then He directed her to one of the corners. she knew what was coming. There had been repeated failures on her part to address Him with respect in the daily messages. Even though it was her only written instruction, when her emotions got the better of her, she seemed to forget the need to show the basic respect. He never asked her to capitalise His title, as some Masters expected, nor to humble herself with a lower case ‘i’. It was therefore right that He punish her for her personal inadequacies.

There was no further instruction to her. He tossed the cuffs at her feet and watched as she knelt to lock them around both ankles and wrists. His eyes caressed her body. He could see that she was dressed as instructed – slave black. Her hold ups were shrouded in the thigh length skirt which currently covered her PVC heels. Once the leather cuffs were secure, she bent over, ass high in the air, waiting for Him to approach. she suddenly remembered the last element and pulled her black knickers down to her knees. she closed her eyes, listening to His shoes striding towards her. ‘beauty, why must I punish u?’

‘You punish me because I need it Master. I am lazy, I am emotional and forgetful. With each spank, I am reminded not to forget and to be obedient to your one simple instruction. Please punish me.’

He smiled at her words, glad that His words were coming out of her heart, not just her mouth. He admired her white ass, dripping with cum, awaiting His pain. His fingers stroked her curves, and He remembered some of her words to Him in the preceding weeks – that her bottom was not a feature of her attractiveness. He thought otherwise, although at this precise moment, as the waft of her juices reached His nose, her loveliness was not the priority.

His nails scratched across her skin, leaving nothing but a temporary mark, but beginning the touch between them. His hands began to gently slap her, so as not to leave any permanent marks – discretion mattered for everything. He listened to her noises, as His hand continued to spank her over and over again. He reached the same point that He had in her previous slave training, but this time He didn’t stop. she knew that she had been rude on many occasions with her poor standard of behaviour, which let her Master down. she fully deserved the pain which crept across her skin, and into her moist places.  Not being able to manage pain well, she shuffled a bit, uneasy at the intensity. He stopped, and knelt next to bent form, whispering next to her face, ‘ Did u deserve that beauty?’ she nodded in the upside down position, feeling disorientated. ‘Do u deserve more discipline for your lazy habits?’ she nodded again, wondering if she could take any further pain on her reddened cheeks.

Instead, His hands reached between her thighs until the arrived at her breasts which hung at His eye-level. she tensed herself in expectation. she wanted to please Him and yield to His power and yet there was a desire for self-protection. ‘Breathe beauty, and accept the pain. The more tense u make it, the more it will hurt.’ He waited for her to begin to take deep breaths, sensing that she had a good rhythmic pattern, and then His fingers squeezed hard. It took her breath away, but because it was only for a second, she regathered herself and waited for what was to come. her mind had almost forgotten, but as soon as He pushed her against the cold wall and hoisted up her black skirt once more, it all came flooding back what was next!

His hands pulled at her rosy cheeks until He could see the juices running down the inside of her thighs. He was pleased by the sight. Her punishment had aroused her further. He dipped His finger between her labia and watched as her body responded positively. By now, He knew that she responded at least twice in a session, but after only a few minutes, it was too early for her to climax. As He undressed, she heard the sound on His clothes fall by her feet. His hard cock touched her for the first time. In her being, she wanted to please Him so much. It came from a place deep within.  His hands tugged at her thighs once more, so that the air cooled her heat. Pressing in close behind her ass, she felt His cock immerse Himself within her, filling her up, making her His once more.

As He pressed in hard, her body slid up and down the cold painted wall, but she didn’t want to complain or moan. This was better than the cosiness of quick sex. her whole body felt alive in the sensation of being used and useful once more. she could feel His pleasure as His hands gripped onto her hips, pulling her back and forth, arousing her in this new position. His fingers avoided her clitoris. As much as He wanted her to cum, it wasn’t time. His cock pushed in deeply and she felt very together with Him. she began to relax into the movements, rocking her body, stirring her deeply, making her begin to moan and enjoy this moment.

His cock suddenly withdrew, and she was able to breathe again, enjoying the sensations between her legs. He knelt down behind and kissed her ass. ‘good slave, u have pleased Me.’ she felt the chains undo and He smacked her ass and helped her up. He made her hold onto His body as she adjusted her orientation, whilst He gripped her hair tightly. He led her to the bench where she had quickly laid out the four s she had been asked to bring – the two butt plugs, the Vaseline pot and her hood. she didn’t like the hood, and regretted buying it immediately after opening it, but it seemed to appeal to her Master, and if it made her what He desired, then she would wear it gladly. He forced her to the ground and made her lie on her back. ‘Time to use the butt plugs to show Me your progress beauty.’ He handed her the middle plug and the pot of grease and allowed her the time to prepare herself correctly. she manoeuvred her body into position until the plug slid in sweetly. ‘Now use it like a dildo, beauty, and masturbate your anus.’ she took a deep breath and began, knowing that very soon her Master would be taking the place of these s.

In the darkness of her chosen blindness, sensation was heightened. As the plug moved inside her slowly, she could hear her own breathing alongside His. He was beside her, watching, observing her movement, her arousal – always the observant learner. she continued with the motion, beginning to become intoxicated by the sensations rippling through her body. He was touching her clit occasionally, licking His finger to taste her and to moisten it again before sliding gently upon her intimacy. her body tried to rise and press into His touch, beauty sensed this involuntary overwhelm herself. she knew that her Master enjoyed watching her lose self-control and yield to Him. Suddenly He removed the plug and gave her the larger of the pair. she smeared it with the same care that years of being a girl had taught her, making sure that the Vaseline covered it from tip to base. He enjoyed watching her insert it, opening her lips as if they were being simultaneously penetrated. His cock hardened further as she showed signs of the beautiful pain that He admired her put herself through for His pleasure.

her rhythmic pushing and pulling entranced them both. she knew that it would soon be replaced by an experience altogether different – a connection which He had asserted would be His and His alone. His words were simple and convincing. her slavery was shaping her to become much more than she had previously imagined that she could be. As long as it pleased Him, she was content. He could take her and use her in anyway, she often felt. He would often tell her that her obedience was like the headiness of wine to His soul, and she believed it. It felt the same to be owned and directed. The loss of worry about having to work out what a man might want, was a precious release. He had no expectations of her intuition or mind reading skills which others seemed to expect. It relieved her of the fear of failure – instead everything was described and understood.

His fingers took hold of the plug and moved her back into His control. He intensified the penetration, enjoying the spread of her legs that revealed this secret aspect of her beauty to His eyes – her lovely labia, her swollen clitoris, and wetness of her desire for His control. The veil of her clothing had been removed. He pushed the plug in deeply and climbed upon her beautiful body, pushing in, unable to resist the urge to join in with the pleasure that He could hear in her mouth. He instructed her to wrap her arms and legs around her body. she felt His full weight upon her body, pressing down upon her nipples, making her breathe faster to compensate. His cock filled her over and over again. This hole responded and when He placed His finger upon her clitoris, she felt so close to her first climax, that when His command to freely cum came, she nodded and allowed the dance to continue. she knew that as her body clenched around His, that He was being stimulated too – enjoying this force of nature in this closest of embraces.

Before she had time to do more than relax and pant deeply, He had withdrawn from her body, pulled her to her feet, and began the next phase - clamping her into the leather contraption. she took a breath and felt her limbs moved so that she could not resist. It was a comfortable device. her stomach was cushioned and her limbs were relaxed. In fact she wondered whether such an instrument could be purchased from Argos! It made doggy feel more like massage. The idea of pampering seemed even closer as her Master pulled out her hairbrush from her handbag. For several minutes He brushed her hair, praising her obedience and enjoying the length of her hair. It was stretching down her back. Since she had dedicated herself to growing it for His pleasure, He had enjoyed noticing its beauty in every picture that she had sent through faithfully each day.

her breathing calmed and for a moment they were transported to a different place. Although she knew that He was enjoying her body, pressing into her thighs, allowing His cock to rub against her rounded ass, she felt child-like and cared for. It was unexpected. her Master had said that in the future there would be an opportunity to explore their Daddy/ daughter relationship. Now as His hands passed through her hair, she felt secure again, young and wanted. As He brushed it over and over again, His cock began to snuggle back between her labia. He began to sing a lullaby to His good girl, and she smiled.

‘Lavenders blue, dilly dilly

Lavenders green

When I am King, dilly dilly

u shall be queen.’

His voice sang it over and over until she began to learn the tune too – not quite Backstreet Boys but it was calming.

Once her hair was laying down the upper part of her back, and His song had come to its natural end, He slapped her ass happily and went to get the Vaseline once more. His fingers pressed the gel around the entrance to her anus, and inside, and then He began to sing once more. His words and His cock seemed to weave a spell upon her and she breathed gently, almost wanting to join in and yet unsure whether she should. The words were so familiar – echoes of her past. The feeling of intimacy and sexuality were intermingled. All the more so as His cock pushed inside. she bit down upon the leather bit which He had fitted between her teeth, expecting pain, but there seemed less than before. Perhaps it was the Vaseline, perhaps her constant practice, or perhaps simply that she was enjoying the heady mix of unusual experiences. she began to hum along, enjoying the repetition of the words, soothing her like a mental massage.

His movements began to speed up, and she felt His hand slip between her legs. The sense of arousal and penetration in this unusual way had turned her on so much that when He gave her permission to climax, it was quick. He didn’t stop. Grabbing her small thighs with both hands, He began to relax and move rhythmically – enjoying her tightness as the head of His cock eased in and out past her sphincter muscle. His eyes enjoyed knowing that she was tightly bound – totally unable to resist. she was a perfect slave, beautiful in shape, in position, in yieldedness and arousal. He slapped her ass several times, enjoying the heat of her skin against His thighs. she listened to the sounds from behind, His breathing always changed as He approached His climax. she made Him happy. He owned a slave that contented Him, and that satisfied her.

His body began to thrust deeper, and although her anus began to ache, she was happy to feel His cum begin to drip out from this newly commissioned hole that had been stretched for the previous three weeks. she was pleased to have finally become His three hole slave. her body had managed it in a way that she had dreamed it would as she had masturbated it with the biggest butt plug most days. As He withdrew, panting, she felt His hands caress her body. He was enjoying the sculpture of her form in the way only an artist might. His eyes appreciated the hang of her tits, the curves of her femininity and her colouring as He walked around her trapped form. After cleaning His cock with a clean wipe, He released His slave slowly, commending her giveness.

They both had a drink of water, and then He told her it was time to do another thing that she wasn’t looking forward to – to wear the mask. Having purchased it online in obedience and inquisitiveness, she had been quite disturbed by its appearance when it had arrived in the post. It had remained in its bag ever since. Now she knew it was time to hand it to her Master and allow Him this pleasure. she kept her blindfold on and bent her head obediently towards where His voice had come from. His hands stroked her hair and toyed with her clitoris. His touch began to stir her again. His lips began to touch hers, whispering a little, kissing a little, enjoying her intimacy and closeness. He spoke to her sometimes as her Master, sometimes as her Daddy, connecting these two worlds within her being. her body leant into His touch, and kissed His older lips once more, before she felt His hands begin to pull the PVC over her hair, leaving only her mouth exposed and vulnerable. ‘Good girl, My beauty, now u are ready for a something special.’

They had both climaxed, and Master only usually climaxed once, so she wondered what He might mean. He began to position her into a variety of the postures which she recalled from the diagram He had sent her to practice. After each one she heard Him taking pictures, just as He had promised for them to use on her profile. He made her put her underwear again for one set which she hoped would be the chosen set for others to peruse – it was likely she thought as He was always careful. Some of the stances were quite difficult to maintain without her sight. He allowed her to wobble until she stabilised. It was odd that she had felt so concerned about the mask – it was like a comforting wrapping, like a strange extension of the mask. As she licked her lips, her tongue felt the fabric that surrounded her mouth and she became fascinated to know why a man would want to isolate just this one part of her face, but even as she asked the question, the answer popped into her head. she was His toy after all!

Once all the pictures were finished, she felt herself being strapped onto another device. her body lay on the leather but her legs were splayed wide. Another hole that fascinated Him. she was pleased that her body was a pleasure to Him. she was about to ask what was about to happen when His tongue began to lick her labia. she was taken by surprise, but because He had a firm grip of her ankles, she was powerless to swing her thighs shut instinctively. His tongue rotated around the opening of her vulva, and swept up to her hood and clitoris. What was it about His touch that seemed so knowing? she began to stop thinking and instead relaxed into the sensations. after a few minutes her body arched and His sustained touches brought her close to a second climax…and then He stopped. ‘I’m not going to have u a moody madam all the way home beauty.’ If u please Me and speak respectfully in the car, u will be finished off before we say goodnight.’ she nodded and spat out a shaky yes, allowing her breathing to return to where she had started.

As she slowly dressed, He called her over to where He sat fully dressed once more in His chair. she closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. It was her farewell task before they left the intimacy of the training room. His cock had recovered sufficiently to be left in a semi-hardened state. she began to lick and suck His shaft, feeling the uneven shape of His cock as it passed across her lips. It was so unlike a rubber or glass dildo. Once it was erect, He enjoyed the sensations for a little longer, making her place her hands behind her back as He held her hair in His fist to guide her up and down His shaft. His eyes enjoyed her beauty for a final few moments – she was His lovely one, and yet she hardly knew how much her form aroused Him. After He pulled her off, He moved her close, kissing her mouth, and whispering His thanks, ‘good girl, u have pleased Me once again.’

They sat in the car all the way back, chatting about their upcoming meetings. she was respectful all the way back, for a change. her Master had found the way to correct her mood swings and she was pleased. When they arrived back at the car park where her car was, He made her lay back and hold her hands behind the chair. It only took a few minutes of His fingers alighting upon her clit before she shuddered and thanked Him. He made her say goodbye properly before she left. He watched her body sway through the night before starting His car up and driving away, reflecting upon how blessed He was by such an obedient girl.

 M x

Her second training

Pleasing her new Master had been hard for all sorts of reasons in her first training. He had discovered just how tight her holes were, and how that made her anus feel sore when he’d pushed in. Inside, she felt terribly disappointed to have let Him down, but He had assured her that over time, with careful training, she would enjoy it as much as having her tiny cunt being filled. She liked the idea of being full of Him in all of her holes and trusted Him to begin her training.

Now, as she sat next to Him in His car, with her right hand placed upon His left thigh, she wondered just how she would manage tonight’s scenario – pet play. In a small dose it seemed fun, and being called ‘bitch’ really appealed. Having a collar and leash to guide her around a room, blindfolded and naked at His beck and call, had felt surprisingly right. The many preparation tasks, which she had accomplished, seemed to confirm that she was bitch material to them both. And of course, because he had scripted the evening, she knew exactly what was coming.

He had instructed her to come as before – with one minor change – white knickers. It seemed to indicate that He had clear intentions for her to become the little girl that she always desired to be. Her underwear was drenched through, just as before, and the juices dripped from between her labia. Her Master had described His pleasure at seeing her so wet the morning after their first training and she had squirmed at His vivid description. He made her dip her finger between her legs several times on the journey and place the finger upon His tongue, so that He became familiar with her intimate taste. As they approached Exodus, she wondered whether she could please Him fully this time.

Her mind went back to the first evening when she had embarrassed herself next to the cat bowl. It was so degrading to even think of. The message had arrived whilst she was still at work, instructing her to eat from a bowl. She had done it before, when there had been no cat in the house, and it had seemed like fun. This time her own animal had stopped and stared at her as she ate the macaroni cheese from the bowl without hands or cutlery. The fact that Master had made her send photographs too had made things truly humiliating. It had been cold and uncomfortable eating naked, and yet, after all that she did, His affirming voice came – ‘good bitch’. It made her feel so special for she knew that her obedience was her unique gift to Him.

The door opened, and this time the female member of staff greeted them, smiling and chatting as she took their money and led them down the corridor to a new room which her Owner had chosen. Once the door was closed, the instruction to undress and prepare came. She hung her clothes up tidily, took her blindfold in her right hand and walked to the chair where her Master sat fully dressed. She was told to put the blindfold on, stand with legs wide and hands behind her head. she was inches from His knees. Although she was certain that His eyes were growing accustomed to her body, having not seen in for a while, she hoped that He was pleased with her preparation. The veet had once more stripped her pussy clean of all hair and apart from some areas where the cream was too hot for her to manage, it had done a good job, in her humble opinion. He walked around her body, checking to see how her nipples had recovered from their painful pinching and bruising. They had clearly reverted to their natural light shade of red, as He had thought that they would. He sat down once more and enjoyed watching her juices literally run out from between her legs, hanging like vines between her firm thighs. After checking that she had washed her hair, mouth and under her arms to avoid any sweat during the session, He took her hair in His right hand, pulled her towards Him and introduced her to something new.

‘So u don’t like kissing Me as well as your boyfriend, beauty?’

‘No Master. I’m sorry.  It’s too intimate.’

‘I understand, beauty. And u don’t want your nipples to be pinched because of the bruising. Is that right?’ she nodded sheepishly, not wanting to disappoint Him, but realising the limitations that her body and situation entailed. “Then your new punishment will involve being kissed intimately during a training session, whenever u fail to show respect. Is that clear beauty?’ she lowered her head and nodded. It was easier in terms of physical pain, which she always hated, but so hard emotionally. She was even more resolute that she would please her Master tonight. He pulled her face up until her lips were inches from His. ‘Yes Master, completely clear. Thank You for my new punishment.’ He smiled, and licked her lips with His tongue.

He enjoyed touching her body all over. She was soft and nubile, yet because of her running, had a firmness beneath her skin. She felt Him clip the lead onto her collar and then she knelt down into a sitting position, just as He had instructed. Her eyes were lowered but she heard Him take the blindfold and place it carefully over her eyes. He pushed His cock against her face, using her cheek to arouse Himself. She felt privileged to have all of her body used for His pleasure. She was even able to sense the size of His cock increase as He held her tightly.

‘Why is a slave girl like an animal?’ He asked her. It was a question that they had discussed in the days leading up to this session and so she had clarified her own thoughts.

‘A slave girl is there to please her Master, to be at His beck and call, and to wait for His touch. Like an animal, she waits and responds to Him. Like an animal she remains on the floor unless instructed to stand. Like an animal she wears nothing but her Master’s collar.’ He smiled. she had made tremendous progress in the month since He had been training her. her responses were natural and thoughtful. He adjusted her hands so that they were slightly bent and reorganised her freshly thinned hair so that it fell down her back.

‘good bitch. Now, show Me how well u can walk,’ He instructed, standing by her side, watching the way her body moved as she moved from left to right upon the carpeted surface. His eyes enjoyed seeing her cheeks rub together and when they reached a suitable space in the room He yanked on the lead for her to stop. ‘Feeding time! Show Me how a good bitch eats her meal and pleases her Master.’ her fingers could feel where He had already placed a cloth and a bowl with her food. As she began to crouch close, she realised that it was another bowl of macaroni, and that her Master was presently undressing to use her. her ass was pulled wide apart, pushing her face into the sauce, and as she ate another small mouthful, she felt His cock push in deeply. She wanted to sigh but as her mouth was full of food she hurriedly gulped it down. He slapped her cheeks lightly and told her to get on with her task, which she did, eager to focus upon just the one sensation coming from between her thighs.

As she took the last mouthful, and began to appreciate the feelings with greater keenness, her mouth still dripping with food, His hands began to spank her over and over again. This mixture of pleasure and pain was intoxicating. she knew that He would be careful not to mark her sensitive skin. A burning sensation began to cover her ass and she wanted Him to stop but the words would not come out for His cock was seducing her and she did not wish to interrupt this heavenly conversation. When He had taken her close to the point of no return, He withdrew, happy that she was panting in unison with her Master’s lust.

‘Now bitch, u are a messy animal, time to clean u down.’ He brought out a bowl of water, a cloth and an old towel, fit for an animal. He began on her face, washing away the food remains from her face. His pleasure at seeing her wet was such that He began to wash her all over. His cloth covered every part of her body. He made her lie on her back, as He indulged himself in making sure that she was truly clean. It was humiliating, and she loved it. After a few minutes more, He turned her over until her breasts hung like udders. ‘Time to milk u once more bitch.’ He slid underneath her beautiful form, admiring the hang of her tits. Taking each one in turn, He teased out more of her juices than the first encounter had provided. It was as He had suspected – she was being slowly trained to produce milk for His pleasure.

After He had satisfied Himself, His mind turned once more to her usage. ‘Have u been practising using your butt plugs bitch?’ she nodded, unsure whether to speak when on all fours. ‘And have u got any better in your practice?’ she winced and nodded, desperately hoping that He would understand that these things took time. He led her to the bondage table to see just how much progress she had actually managed with this tightest of holes. The leather belts strapped her body in tightly and she was grateful that her resistance or lack of ability to fully serve Him, would be held in check. His hands took control of her body, masturbating her clitoris as He lubricated her anus. she became highly aroused, her body relaxed and yielded to His touch. Then she felt His cock again, pushing into her anus, resting in her entrance as her body began to stir. He knew that she was tight inside and so His movements were slow and gentle. She began to hurt once more, feeling overwhelmed by the size of His cock inside her, and so He slowly withdrew, commending her for this second step. ‘u are improving bitch, keep this up.’ she would keep trying, because a good girl always pleases her Owner and that was her deepest desire. But for now, He unbuckled her and decided to train her to fetch…

M x

Just a little girl
In a woman's form
Wanting to be held
Cosy, safe and warm.

More than just a game
Reaching out to start
Lonely without love
From a Daddy's heart

M x

Hair

Hold on to Me tightly

for as I push u to your limit

I shall gaze into your soul

Feeling the need 

the yearning

breathing

beyond words

into this darkness of intimacy

where no one else may follow