A Weekend With Natasha and Rachel

Part 6 - Saturday afternoon

The important thing about this job is to realise that you can't operate at the same level all the time. A girl, even a slut like Natasha or Rachel, can only take so much. Sometimes you have to calm things down a little if only because it makes the peaks just that much more intense. You have to keep the girls guessing, let them recover a little now and then, gather their strength, think about what's happened to them and what might happen to them in the future, play with their minds.

The other thing of course is that this is all about submission. A girl needs to learn so much more than the fact that she is a fucktoy who her master can do anything he wants with. Anyone can do stuff to a girl who is tied up and helpless. That doesn't take any skill at all. More important is teaching a girl how to obey her master. She needs to learn to obey orders instantly and do what she's told without question. Whatever her master tells her to do, she does no matter what. If I take a girl to Safeway and tell her to get undressed in the middle of the frozen food aisle, she should do it without question. Hell, I've made a girl do that – albeit at 2:30 in the morning. It was quite the turn on!

More importantly, a girl needs to learn how to behave when she's with her master. When you've got your girl trained, you shouldn't need to tell her what to do all the time. She should know. She should know that she shouldn't wear clothes unless given permission to do so. She should know that she should spend all her time on her hands and knees crawling at your feet unless told otherwise. She should take the initiative and worship your cock with her hot little mouth without being told to get on her knees and start sucking. And that's the standard I aim for with the girls I'm asked to train. And that's one of the reasons I get paid so much to do this shit. When I'm finished with these bitches, you've got an obedient little bitch who'll do what it takes.

Let me give you a few tips about how to train a girl. If you're keeping a girl as a slave for any period of time – say more than a couple of hours – you need to stretch things out, don't try to fit too much into the first few hours. If you use up all your best tricks and ideas in the first few hours, you've got nothing later to really mess with her mind, make her wonder what's happening, make her really obey you. Plus you need time to recuperate, think about things, refill your balls. It'd be great to be able to cum and cum and cum but unfortunately guys aren't made that way.

The longest I kept a girl I was training as a slave was 3 weeks. Can you imagine having a girl for that period of time and having to come up with new things to do, new ways to humiliate her? You can get pretty jaded after all that time, you know. Of course, the upside is that you come up with pretty weird stuff as well. Anyway, in that case, knowing I was having 3 weeks to play with her, I eased her into it. She was some actress bitch who had been screwing around, a young gal about 19-20 if I remember correctly. The first day, I just took her and chained her to a wall with a collar and chain, let her think about what was going to happen to her. Hell, I even let her keep her clothes that first day. I wanted her to think that maybe this wasn't a sexual thing, maybe it was to do with money or something else. Mess with her mind, you see.

On the second day, I just came in and cut her clothes off with a knife, left her there naked in the dark. And I built things up from there, ratchetting things up day after day. By week 2, I was messing with her for about 4-5 hours a day. Good times!

As I said before, the best way to control a girl and get her into the right frame of mind is by controlling her mind. Anyone can be brutal to a girl and use pain to make her do what you want. But its like training an animal. You beat a dog and it'll obey you but it won't be as obedient, as willing, or as respectful to you if you get it to obey you through other more persuasive means. Fear of violence isn't a good controller at the end of the day – though it has its place. You want to control through desire, through respect, through power. Of course, pain and fear has its role to play. The carrot and stick is a very powerful weapon in training a girl properly. But what really works, what really gets those little whores wet and willing, is mental subjugation and humiliation.

It's the best feeling in the world to really humiliate a girl and watch her mental defences break down before your eyes, to see her turn from a confident independent woman into a submissive plaything. I once had this bitch to work on. You know the type: a ball busting business woman who'll fuck over people to get to the top. Just because she's a woman in a man's world, she feels she has to be a total bitch all the time and be as tough as the men. Anyway, by the time I'd finished with her, she was naked and chained to the urinals in the warehouse of the place she worked, being pissed on and cummed on by the guys she'd previously been lording it over. And the important thing to appreciate is that she did this willingly - or more precisely because down deep inside, she knew she had to. I didn't have to threaten her or do anything else to make her do it. I'd just made her realise that she was a fucking whore and that her place was in the toilet with cum and piss on her face, and not in the fucking boardroom.

So let's talk about Natasha and Rachel. They were well on the way to being good subs. I had high hopes for both of them. Both of them were obviously sluts through and through – hey, that's why I had been hired in the first place after all. It may seem strange to cure a girl of being a slut by teaching her what a fucktoy she really is. If you think that, then you've missed the point: the point is that sluts need to be taught to use their sluttiness to please their master not themselves. If their owner doesn't want them to fuck around, then they won't. If, on the other hand, their owner gets off on seeing his girl being fucked by strangers, his friends, the guy working the checkout at Home Depot, then that's what they'll do. Their sluttiness and whorishness is for their owner's amusement and pleasure, not theirs.

Anyway, as I was saying, these two tramps were shaping up well. They were learning pretty quick what was expected of them. Of the two of them, I thought Rachel was probably the bigger slut. There didn't seem anything she wasn't willing to do. It was going to be interesting to test her further. Natasha on the other hand was probably the better submissive. She knew what it meant to be obedient, to do what she was told, and how to take punishment. Plus of course she had those amazing fucking tits!

So these were some of the things running through my head as I sat on the couch in front of the widescreen plasmascreen TV that afternoon watching the game, a cold beer in my hand, my feet resting on Natasha's back. On the recliner to my left, Ted was also nursing a beer, getting a leisurely blowjob from Rachel. Frank was off in another room finalising all the arrangements for tonight and preparing for a little bit of fun for this afternoon.

It was nice to relax for a while before we had to start working on the girls again, chill out, maybe think of some more cool things to do with the girls. I get some of my best ideas when I'm chilling.

I heard a low moan from my left. I could see Ted's body tense as he came in Rachel's mouth. I watched, one eye still on the game, as Rachel expertly sucked him dry and swallowed his load, then licked his cock clean before kneeling up, head bowed waiting for further instructions.

I took one foot off Natasha's back and kicked her ass, “Hey slave, go get me another beer.” “Yes sir,” said Natasha – the girl was learning fast – and crawled off on her hands and knees into the kitchen. I watched as she disappeared through the door, her ass waggling as she crawled like the animal she was. I heard Frank call out as she entered the kitchen, “Hey, who let this dog in here,” and a slap as he whacked her across the ass.

Natasha soon reappeared, a can of Coors balanced on her back. She crawled to me and knelt before me on all fours, presenting the beer to me. I took it from her back and rolled it round in my hand. It was nice and cold.

“Kneel, slut,” I commanded, “Look at me.” Natasha obeyed, her enormous tits hanging between her arms, hands resting on her knees. She watched as I violently shook the can, pointed it at her, and pulled the ringpull open. A stream of ice cold beer sprayed in Natasha's face. She spluttered helplessly as the foamy liquid gushed over her, trickling down between her boobs.

“Get me another one, you stupid cow,” I laughed, “This one's all gone.” Saying that, I tipped the remainder of the can over her head, drenching her hair, beer pouring over her face. Dripping beer, the humiliated slave crawled into the kitchen to bring me another. “And this time, bring it back to me by pushing it with your nose,” I called after her.

Natasha soon reappeared, her face to the floor, ass in the air, pushing a beer bottle along the carpet with her pretty little nose. Eventually, she rolled the beer bottle to my feet.

“Pick it up, girl,” I ordered, “Offer it to me.”

Natasha knelt, the beer bottle lying on her outstretched palms. She looked so sexy, kneeling before me, eyes lowered. I guessed she was feeling humiliated and degraded from the look on her face and the state of her tits with their hard little nipples and reddening aroelae.

I took the bottle from her hands and twisted the cap off. I lifted the bottle to my mouth and chugged it down. The cold beer felt good. More importantly, it gave me an idea. We'd originally planned Saturday afternoon as a bit of downtime, an opportunity to let the girls recover and for us to chill before we really got into it that night. But these girls were such fine bitches, it was really difficult to be around them without wanting to have some fun.

“On all fours, girl,” I commanded, “Crawl into the kitchen. Go.”

Natasha obeyed and crawled into the kitchen. I followed, motioning the others to come as well. Ted ordered Rachel to crawl behind her sister and the two of them headed towards the kitchen.

“Hello girls,” laughed Frank, leaning against one of the work surfaces, his cell phone to his ear, “I'll have everything ready for you soon.” He muttered something into the phone and leered at our slaves.

“I just thought Natasha and Rachel might like to put on a little show for us before tonight, Frank,” I said, “You happy with that?”

“Always happy to see those bitches humiliated, boss,” grinned Frank, finishing his call.

I ordered Natasha to lie face up on the cold linoleum of the kitchen floor. She obeyed, her hair splayed out on the floor, knees raised. Handing her the empty beer bottle, I said, “Okay whore. Masturbate yourself with this bottle. Do it. Now.”

Spreading her legs, Natasha began to rub the rim of the open bottle up and down her lips. I could see her labia glistening, red and inflamed. This bitch loved being a slave, it was obvious. Faster and faster, she began to rub the bottle up and down, rolling the cold glass round and round on her engorged clit. She closed her eyes and moaned.

“Rachel,” I ordered, “Get on her face. Natasha, you whore, lick your sister's clit while you wank.”

Rachel crawled over to Natasha and lowered her pussy down onto Natasha's face. I could see Natasha's tongue start to work Rachel's clit. Rachel leaned back, moaning, tossing her head back helplessly as Natasha's hard little tongue began to lap up and down her labia. Meanwhile, Natasha continued to frig herself with the bottle, by now starting to ease it inside her cunt. She began to move the neck in and out of her vagina, the smooth glass of the bottle glistening with her juices. The two sluts were really getting into it, both of them moaning as they became more and more stimulated.

“I gotta get me a piece of this,” said Frank, stepping forward and unzipping his pants. Standing over the girls, he thrust his hard cock into Rachel's mouth and, grabbing her hair, began to pump into her face. Natasha continued to masturbate with the bottle. Most of it was now sliding in and out of her sopping cunt. Simultaneously she continued to lick furiously at Rachel's cunt, grinding her face into her sister's crotch, the juices flowing over her slutty face.

With a moan, Natasha came, her body shaking. Simultaneously Rachel came, her body tensing. Frank too was cumming, pumping his hot spunk into Rachel's wet mouth. Frank withdrew, his cock oozing cum and Rachel fell forward over her sister, the two girls lying on the floor, covered in sweat, their kinky desires sated for the moment.

Ted grabbed Rachel by the hair and dragged her off her sister, throwing her to the floor. She sprawled on the floor, breathing heavily, cum trickling down her chin. I leant over and grabbed one of Natasha's tits, grasping the nipple and pulling her to her feet.

“Owwwwww,” she squealed as I twisted it.

“Get to your feet, you fucking cumwhore,” I snapped, “If you expect to be allowed to cum, you have to pay for it with pain and humiliation. Understand?”

“Y…yes sir,” the stupid big titted strumpet whined as I threw her down onto the kitchen table. Unfortunately for Natasha, Frank, who had also been preparing things for dinner that night, had left a large cream pie on the table. Natasha's face was thrust into the pie, the thick whipped cream and sticky filling splattering over the table as her pretty face splatted into it. Grabbing her hair, I ground Natasha's face into the pie and then lifted her head up. Her pretty face was caked in whipped cream and lemon filling. The thick viscous mixture was matted in her hair. Natasha spat and spluttered as her head was raised up. She looked so stupid and humiliated, bent over the table, breathing heavily, her ass beautifully exposed, her face plastered with cream and lemon curd.

“You stupid fucking messy slut,” I shouted, “Look at the fucking mess you've made.” Saying that, I pushed her face back down into the creamy mess on the table and began to slap her ass hard with my other hand. Natasha wriggled and screamed as I spanked her, kicking her legs with each spank, her peachy little ass becoming redder and redder with each slap, her face ground into the sticky pie.

“Fuck,” exclaimed Frank, watching me spank Natasha, “That ass looks hot. Looks like she needs something to cool her down.” Saying that, he picked up another large cream pie from the kitchen counter and smashed it hard onto Natasha's exposed ass. Natasha gasped as the cold mixture of cream and strawberry fruit filling splattered over her reddening ass and oozed between her cheeks and over her pussy. Frank held the pie onto her buttocks and slowly moved it round and round, massaging the sticky concoction into the slut's ass and cunt. The feel of the goo on her sensitive parts was clearly stimulating to Natasha as she whorishly began to grind her hips round, feeling the mess squelch on her skin.

After a minute or so of this, I took a fistful of Natasha's hair and pulled her up of the table and dragged her over to the kitchen sink. Cream dripped off her face, trickling between her breasts. Rivulets of the mixture trickled off her ass down her legs. Roughly, I pushed Natasha's head into the sink and turned the faucet on full. Cold water jetted out of the faucet, pouring over her head. Again, she squealed and spluttered as the icy water drenched her.

Whilst Natasha's head was under the faucet, Ted dragged Rachel over to her and thrust her pretty face into Natasha's cream-splattered ass. “Lick that clean, whore,” Ted commanded. Rachel, her face smeared with cream and strawberries, began to run her tongue over Natasha's creamy ass, flicking her lithe tongue between Natasha's cheeks, running the tip over her goo-splattered labia. They looked quite the picture, Natasha squealing as the cold water poured over her head and Rachel with her head buried in her sister's messy ass.

After a minute or so, Natasha's ass was cleaned of the biggest dollops of the gooey mess though it was still smeared with remnants of the pie. Ted grabbed Rachel's hair and pulled her off Natasha, the slut still licking her lips as she was dragged back, her features smeared with gunge.

I lifted Natasha's head out of the sink. Her hair was soaking, her face dripping with water. Taking a dishcloth, I rubbed her face hard, wiping the remnants of the cream off. “Pllllleeeeease, noooo,” she whimpered, “Pleeeeeeease.”

I switched the faucet off and threw her sprawling on the floor. Her naked body hit the cold kitchen floor with a slap. “Fucking whore,” I shouted, “Look at what you've done. You like to cause a mess. Well, I'll show you what a fucking mess is.”

I grabbed Natasha by the hair and pulled her onto her knees, her face still smeared with the remnants of the cake, her hair dripping wet. My fist wrapped in her hair, I dragged the struggling Natasha over to the kitchen table which Frank was now loading up with plates carrying a variety of different foods. I pushed Natasha down on the floor once more, where she lay face down, part crouching, her legs tucked under her. Meanwhile, Ted had ordered Rachel to crawl across to the table and kneel, so that she could watch the further humiliation of her sister. The video camera whirred on, capturing the two sluts' continuing degradation.

I took a banana from a plate on the table and slowly unpeeled it. Passing it to Natasha, I told her, “Lie on your back, get your legs apart, and get the banana up your slutty little cunt.”

Humiliation etched on her face, Natasha lay on her back, legs apart, knees in the air, feet flat on the floor. Looking down, I tapped the inside of her thighs with my foot, making Natasha open her legs even wider, stretching her pussy even further open. Reaching down between her legs, Natasha began to ease the tip of the banana between her lips, sliding it into her vagina. As the banana slid in, Natasha arched her back, her head falling to one side, a faint moan of despair and degradation escaping from between her lips.

“You fucking slut,” I hissed, noticing Natasha's obvious humiliation at her treatment. Bending over, I spat in her face, a large gobbet of spittle sliding over the bridge of her nose into one eye socket. I picked up a can of whipped cream from the table and began to shake it vigorously and then, bending over, squirted a large dollop of cream over Natasha's crotch. I moved the can up her body, squirting more cream over her belly. Reaching Natasha's breasts, I sprayed giant whirls of cream over each of her superb tits. I then aimed the nozzle of the can at Natasha's face and completely covered her slutty features in cream. All the while, Natasha continued to frig herself with the banana, the cream making a squelching sound as it was ground into her cunt by the friction.

Frank meanwhile had taken a bottle of chocolate syrup from the table and was liberally pouring a trail of the sticky chocolate over Natasha. Ted joined in the action by taking some raspberry syrup and pouring that over Natasha too. Soon her body was plastered with cream, chocolate sauce and sticky raspberry syrup, and Natasha was rolling around in the mess, furiously rubbing her slit with the banana.

“How do you like our messy little sundae, Rachel,” I called out to the kneeling slave, watching her sister's humiliation, “Doesn't she look good enough to eat? Crawl over here and lick her clean.”

Rachel crawled on all fours over to Natasha and lowered her head onto her sister's belly and began licking up the thick smears of cream, chocolate sauce and syrup, bobbing her head back and forth as she slurped and licked. Her hair dangled onto Natasha's skin, picking up thick blobs of the mess and transferring it onto her bare shoulders and cheeks. Streaks of the messy goo became smeared across Natasha's tits as she licked.

“Clean those tits, bitch,” laughed Frank and Rachel obediently transferred her attention to Natasha's gunge-covered mammaries. Natasha moaned as Rachel's tongue ran round her nipples and as her mouth enveloped her messy boobs, sucking them clean.

“She's gonna take all day to clean this slut up, boys,” I said after a few minutes of watching Rachel run her mouth over her sister's goo-covered body, “Let's take Natasha outside and have some more fun with them both before we get them cleaned up and ready for tonight . What do you say?” Frank and Ted nodded their approval.

I clicked my fingers and ordered the sluts onto their hands and knees, commanding them to follow me outside. I led them out onto the lawn, the city shimmering in the smog below us. I turned to face Natasha and Rachel, both cowering in front of me on their hands and knees.

Ted approached us with a garden hose and began to rinse off the still sticky Natasha with cold water. She squealed and shivered as the icy water gushed over her, washing the goo from her body. Ted directed the jet of water up her butt crack and over her slit and Natasha shrieked at the shock of the cold water hitting her in her most sensitive areas. Soon she was clean, albeit dripping with water, and Ted turned the hose on Rachel. Soon she too was soaked in the icy water and stood before us, naked, shivering and humiliated. Frank meanwhile had brought a collar and leash with him from the house.

“Pass me the leash, Frank,” I shouted, looking at Rachel “This dog needs a leash round her neck. She needs to be taught a little discipline. She didn't put any effort into cleaning her sister up.”

Frank tossed the collar and leash to me and I quickly strapped it round her neck. Giving the leash a tug, I set off walking across the lawn, Rachel in tow crawling on all fours. She looked good as a dog, crawling on all fours - but then most women do.

I led Rachel into the middle of the lawn and unclipped the leash leaving the collar around her neck. I bent over and picked up a stick and threw it spinning across the grass, yelling “Fetch.” Obediently, Rachel began to crawl across the lawn after it, her ass wiggling seductively. When she reached the stick, she lowered her face to the grass and picked up the stick between her teeth. Then she turned and trotted back to me, halting in front of me. I snapped my fingers and she raised herself to her knees and presented the stick to me. I looked down at her for a short while, drinking in the sight of her nudity and submission, before taking the stick from her mouth. Smiling, I patted Rachel on the head, “Good doggie.”

“That was a bit easy, wasn't it boss,” called Frank. I looked over and saw that Frank and Ted were seated on Natasha's back as she crouched on all fours.

“Yeah,” I replied, “Much too easy. Let's give this dog something a bit more difficult.”

And saying that, I flung the stick high into the air sending it into the pond and water fountain in the centre of the lawn. Rachel looked at me with her big green eyes wide, pleading silently for mercy but to no avail. Dutifully, she turned, fell onto all fours and crawled across the grass to the pond. Gingerly, she crawled into the murky green water thick with algae and weeds and lowered her head into the muddy pond water to retrieve the stick. She resurfaced, her face covered in slimy water, weeds festooning her blonde hair. As she emerged from the pond, her skin was smeared with mud, slime and pondweed.

“It's the creature from the Black Lagoon,” called Ted as Rachel crawled back to me. We all burst into laughter at the sight of our slimy little pet.

Looking down at Rachel as she knelt before me, I laughed at how stupid and degraded she looked, streaks of the goo that had covered her sister still visible along with the slimy pond weed dangling from her body and matting her long blonde hair, splatters of mud on her thighs, her knees marked with grass stains. “What a dirty fucking whore,” I said, “You know, boys, I think she looks more like a pig than a dog. Don't you think so?” They laughed and nodded their agreement.

“But what about Natasha?“ Ted asked, nodding at their human seat.

“With that pair of fucking udders, she looks just like a cow,” I said and Frank and Ted laughed uproariously. Natasha blushed and hung her head in shame.

“Yeah,” roared Frank, “ A fucking cow.” Frank and Ted stood up and Frank bent over, and grabbing her hair in his hand, he forced Natasha's face into the grass. “Get eating the fucking grass like the cow you are,” he ordered. Natasha began to take mouthfuls of the grass, chewing it unenthusiastically, grimacing as she did so. Slobber containing small green pieces of grass ran down her chin. As she ate, Natasha's tits wobbled pleasingly.

“Come on cow,” laughed Frank, kicking her in the ass, “Moo for us, you big-uddered whore.”

Natasha began to moo like a cow. Frank, Ted and I convulsed with laughter at the sight of our naked slut making cow noises and chewing grass. Too funny!

I cast a glance over the lawn across the LA skyline. The sun was starting to get low in the sky. I took a quick look at my watch. Time was moving on and we needed to get things ready for tonight. We had a lot planned for these bitches tonight and it was important that everything was sorted in good time.

“Okay ladies,” I called to Natasha and Rachel, “Fun time's over for a while. Crawl back in the house. You've got to get ready for tonight.”

Oh how I loved Saturday nights!