Capture and training of a slave

                         Chapter Three – Sunday Morning

I woke up with a full bladder.  It was time to teach my slave a new trick. I went downstairs and saw my slave squirming under the ministrations of the vibrator. I took it out and felt her sopping cunt. I started to finger fuck her with three fingers and play with her clit with my thumb. She was gasping with sexual tension. The vibrator had been going on and off at random intervals all night. I asked her kindly and gently if she wanted to cum. She moaned gratefully, “Yes Master, Please Master, I beg you to permit your worthless slut the privilege of cumming.” Fine, I replied, “I will be glad to permit you to cum, after you have performed a few simple tasks for me. You can begin by opening your mouth and swallowing what I give you.”

I don’t know what Liz expected but I am sure she did not expect what I gave her. As she opened her mouth to fulfill my order, I inserted my cock and started to piss. “Swallow, you slut. Swallow my piss as fast as you can.” This was her first try and I did not expect perfection. I did expect an honest effort. I stopped after 3 seconds to give her a chance to swallow, but instead of swallowing, she spit out my piss. I grabbed both her nipples and pinched as hard as I could. She moaned in pain. “That was unforgiveable.” I told her. I took a light weight cat and flogged her cunt. Liz was begging me for forgiveness, but I continued the flogging. She would learn that disobedience would only make her situation worse. I spread twenty lashes over three minutes, grouping some together and then taking long pauses so she would think that I was done. Then I started again. When I finally finished, her cunt was marked with red stripes and mucus ran down her face.

I was ready to give her another chance. “Do you want another chance to please me, slave?”  “Yes Master,” she sobbed, I want to please you.” “What do you want to do, how do you want to please me.” I would make her beg. And beg she did. “Please Master, I beg you, Master, Piss in my mouth and let me swallow your tasty piss” “You want to serve as my toilet?” I wanted her to say it. “Yes, Master, Please let me be your toilet.” I resumed my piss. This time she swallowed as quickly as she knew how. I would teach her to swallow faster, but what I wanted now was obedience. Skill training would wait till later.

Finally I finished, and resumed my playing with my slave’s cunt and clit. Once again I could feel her body respond to my touch, as Liz wanted to cum. Once again I put her off. I unchained her hands, leaving only her legs restrained so her stride was unnaturally short 10 inches. Of course she also had a collar and leash as additional restraints. I guided her over to a make up table and showed her all colors of lipstick. “You are an artist, slut. I want you to use six different colors of lipstick and write in one inch letters on your cheeks T O I L E T. I want three letters on each side of your mouth. Make it as artistic as you can.”

She hesitated. That would not be tolerated. I took out the tit clamps and attached them. I saw her cringe and shake in pain. “I do not give requests slave, I give orders. You will obey them INSTANTLY. You will not think. You will not consider. You will DO what I tell you. Now, if I am satisfied with the artistry of your work, I will remove the tit clamps. You may begin.”

Liz was shaking with pain and tears were running down her face. Her tits could not tolerate the pain, but she had no choice. I would not relent. Liz started with a purple T then used bright pink for the O, She used a lime green for the  I. Her entire body was trembling with pain. She used a bright red for the L, an Orange for the E and a bright blue for the T. She managed to include some curls in her letters, so it looked bright and garish, but professionally done.  I was not through yet. “I want you to place glitter over the lettering” That took her an extra 10 seconds. Then I took off the clamps, and reminded her to thank me sincerely. She literally fell on her knees and kissed my feet thanking me for my kindness. It was music to my ears.

It was time for the next step. “One more step and then I will let you cum. All you have to do is remain very, very still.” I strapped her very tightly to a hard surface, her feet up and apart. It was time to shave her cunt. I was very careful. I did not want to damage her or cut her. I wanted her to understand that I would not give her any pain accidently. I might give her a great deal of pain, but only intentionally, not by accident. So I shaved off her cunt hair. I used tweezers on some hairs in her anus.  This was the picture of a slave that I dreamt of all these years.

I freed her hands and told her that she should play with herself until she came. She did not hesitate, she did not dare to after the tit clamp punishment, but it was obvious that she did not like the idea of playing with herself. Whether she was embarrassed to play with herself in front of anyone else, or whether there was another reason, was something I would determine later. As she was playing with herself I told her “There is one exception to the no talking rule. There is one thing that you know, that I do not know, but I do need to know. You must tell me when you feel your period is approaching. I do not want you bleeding all over my house. You are ordered to let me know when your period is starting.” She turned all sorts of red. I guess that kind of personal information is not something she was used to sharing. She would like it even less when it came.

Meanwhile her hands were at work, on her cunt and clit. She really did not look like she was experienced at masturbation. I will have to get the story when I do allow her to talk. But for now, I was content to watch her. I wanted her to learn how easy it was for her to pleasure herself, so that she will be constantly aware of what she could do, except that I, her Master, forbid it. It took a while, but she got the rhythm going. Her body started to turn colors and shake. Her breathing turned shaky. It was time for Master to reassert control. “I am going to count down from 50. You will cum when I reach zero, not before and not after. While you are cumming you will shout your thanks to me.” I started the count. She was ready to cum at 20 but I slowed the count rather than speed it up. By the time I reached five, she was panting and squirming. I concluded the count rhythmically, 4-3-2-1-0. “Thank you Master, Thank you Master, Thank you Master,” she shouted. I saw her bouncing all over. Finally I ordered her to stop. It was time for the next step.

I was going to fuck Liz in the ass. I believe, based on her reactions so far, that she is an anal virgin, but I really don’t care. But I am going to make sure that her shit hole is clean, before I insert my cock.  I had her kneel with her knees attached to a spreader device, her thighs were straight and her body was bent over a metal frame. Her tits were fitted between two movable metal poles and her hands were fastened to the floor. The poles that trapped her tits were adjustable and could be tightened but the plan today was for her first enema and a lesson in cock sucking.

At other times I would use various painful enemas, hot water, Tabasco sauce, dog piss, but today I would be gentle, one quart of warm soapy water. Of course, I would not let her release until it pleased me to do so. Liz did not like my insertion of the enema nozzle in her ass, but that did not bother me in the slightest. She liked it even less when I pumped in a quart of soapy water in her ass. She liked it even less when I plugged her ass and did not let her release. I liked it when I saw her squirming as the cramps hit her. I watched her suffer for a few minutes, and then gave her permission to make a request. She did not want to make this request, I could see her blushing, but she was quite smart, and understood the rules. She begged me to permit her to shit. I love when the slave realizes that every function that she has taken for granted is now under my control. Time for the next step.

“Slut, you will follow me on all fours. I want to hear you barking like the bitch that you are.” With that, I took her leash and pulled her up the stairs and out of the house.  “Keep barking,” I commanded as I took my bitch for a run. We did a short run, about a quarter mile; of course I was on my feet while Liz was on all fours, her ass full and barking like a dog. Finally, we came to the doghouses that were on my estate. I saw some dog shit on the ground. “Put your nose just above the dog shit, slut. Breathe in deeply.” With that I removed the butt plug and permitted her to shit. 

It came gushing out of her ass uncontrolled. I could see the tears of humiliation flow down her face as her shit flowed down her legs. Finally she finished and I took her for another run back to the house, where I repeated the procedure. I wanted her ass to be clean before I inserted my cock. So I gave her a second enema, just a little more water than the first. I left the butt plug in and commanded her to masturbate for my amusement. It was very amusing to watch her, she did not want to masturbate in front of me, she was suffering from severe cramps, but she obeyed me. She needed to shit and was learning that she must obey my whims. Finally she was on the verge of cumming. I would let her cum for me but not just yet. I took her back on the run to the doghouses, this time I had her put her nose in her own shit. “Cum for me, you slut” I ordered as I removed the Butt plug. This time the water came out clean. She came as she released the water. “See what a slut you are. You want to cum all the time. You cum when I allow it, you shit when I allow it, and now, as a thank you for my allowing you to cum, and allowing you to shit, you are going to beg  me to fuck you in the ass.”

I don’t know what was going on in her head. I think part of her reaction was fear, but I think part was the growing realization that she was a slut. Having her cum while she released her bowels affected her.  Anyway, she started to beg me to fuck her in the ass. I hosed her off with cold water like the animal that she was. While she was still shivering in the cold, I had her trot on all fours back to the house. I bound her very simply, bent over at the waist, her ass in perfect position for my cock. I gave her the opportunity to worship my cock with her tongue and lips. That would be all the lube that I would grant her. “Beg for it, slut,” I said. “Master, please, I beg you, fuck my ass, Let me please you with every part of my body.” I ordered her to spread her ass cheeks with her two hands. I ran my fingers over her butthole, as she shivered. From cold? From shame? From lust? Perhaps from all three. Whatever. It was time. I took my hard cock and inserted it between her well spread cheeks. Attaining the proper position, I slapped her ass and quickly pushed my cock into her virgin ass. What a delight. I never had anything tighter.  In and out, harder and harder. This was one of the times I was glad to be growing older, as I could fuck for a long time before I would cum. And I enjoyed the sensation. I also enjoyed hearing Liz continue to moan, through her pain, “Fuck my ass, Master, cum in my ass, thank you Master.” Tears of pain were running down her cheeks, snot was running down her nose, and I could feel my sperm flowing up my cock as I prepared to explode inside her exceedingly tight ass.   What a great cum. It really was great, owning a slave.

Liz had one more lesson. “Clean my cock with your tongue,” I commanded as my shrinking cock popped out of her tight ass. My cock was covered with my cum and with blood from Liz’ ass. I did not realize that I ripped her ass. I did not care. I wanted my cock cleaned by Liz’ tongue and lips. She was not exactly eager, but she did comply. This time, reluctant compliance was not going to be enough. When my cock was clean, I restrained her with her legs as wide apart as I could make them.  “Reluctant obedience will not suffice, slut” I told her as began to lash at he cunt with a small cat. “You will eagerly await every opportunity to please me. That is your only function” I continued to slash at her pussy lips as I continued to explain the extent of my demands. Liz was screaming. I chose to allow her screaming because I enjoyed hearing her scream. “You are a slut, you are a toilet, you will do anything to please me. You will serve me eagerly. You have learned not to disobey. Now you will learn to want to obey. Now you obey out of fear. You will learn to obey me because I control your sluttiness.” I continued to slash at her pussy, ending with 10 strokes on her clit, leaving her in total agony. I gave her 3 minutes to recuperate, and when she got herself under control, I again inserted a vibrator in her cunt. “Remember, slut, if you cum, I will punish you so that this will seem like a church picnic.” With that, I went upstairs leaving Liz to her thoughts.

“This was getting worse and worse.  I am being punished for allowing myself to be overwhelmed by my lust. In my worst nightmares I have never been so totally degraded. To swallow his piss???  What kind of man wants a woman to swallow his piss? I think all he wants is to degrade and humiliate me. To use me as a toilet, to force me to write TOILET across my face. I am a woman not a toilet. But I look at myself in the mirror, and see the word TOILET written across my face, and I realize that I am whatever he wants me to be. Is there any way that I can go any lower? To be given an enema, and forced to beg for permission to void my bowels is the ultimate loss of power and dignity. I am being treated as less than human, I am being forced to run on all fours and bark like a dog. And what kind of slut am I? I came as I voided my bowels, while my nose was buried in my own shit. What kind of woman does that? Perhaps I am a slut. Perhaps I deserve this treatment. I begged to have my ass fucked. Isn’t the use of my vagina good enough? Must I submit to this unnatural treatment? And then I had to lick his cock clean. I tasted not only his sperm, but my own blood from my anus. Oh my GOD!! The vibrator just kicked in. I want to cum. That is all I want to do is to cum. I am a slut. I cannot cum. He will punish me. Oh, the vibrations stopped. I can think again. Perhaps if I please him, he will allow me to cum. I must strive to please him. Perhaps he will allow me to cum. I will try to please him. OH!!! The vibrations have started again. Please Master, let me cum. He is not here. He does not hear me. I will pray to please him so he might be kind to me.

The vibrations have stopped. One other problem. I can feel that my period is going to begin soon. Master wants me to tell him, but he is not here. What will become of me? I have learned to enjoy being a slut, but Master wants so much more. I am trying to comply, but I am frightened. Not only of the pain, but of what I am becoming, what Master wants me to become. OH NO! The vibrations have started again. I cannot think.