Capture and training of a slave

                        Final Exam

                       Chapter Six

                     Note to Readers

The end of this installment marks a logical stopping point to this story. My slave is trained to my satisfaction. On the other hand, I have two other characters that I would like to introduce, a domme, and her adopted son, her sub. I have lots of fun things in mind for them as they take up residency in my home. So which will it be? Do I stop here or do I continue?

I NEED feedback. Good, bad or indifferent, PLEASE let me know. My last two chapters have been off the beaten track, at least I think so. Has anyone read them? Any comments on how I treated the slave’s menstruation? Any comments on last chapter’s reworking of the 23rd Psalm? If no one is reading, if no one cares enough to comment, then this will be THE END. On the other hand, if you want more, all you have to do is ask.

I was very pleased with my slut’s reactions. She had turned into an insatiable slut, who would obey my every command and only wanted to cum. Not only that, but she would only cum when I allowed her to. She would deny herself the greatest pleasure because of my whims. As a matter of fact, she progressed much faster than I anticipated which created a small problem of its own. I have seen how she is ready to deny herself pleasure. I want to see how she will accept pain.

To give her the type of pain that will test her, and have her accept it, this pain must be a punishment. Yes, she will accept pain as a whim, but not the type of pain that I have in mind. Yes, I could place her in bondage and beat her till she faints, but I can do that with your Mother, or anyone else. To me the test of pain is what the slave will accept without bondage, what the slave will accept without moving although she has the physical ability to move. It is my will alone that keeps her unmoving, my will alone that keeps her willing to bear the pain, motionless beneath my lash.

I am no fool. I realize that no one can bear as much pain without moving unbound as they can if they are in tight bondage. But to me the idea is not, has never been, giving the slave the maximum pain. It is about controlling the mind of the slave so that her only will is to fulfill my will. I will trade off the extra pain for the voluntary acceptance. And once I reach her limits, I can work on stretching those limits.

To get that voluntary acceptance for more than a simple spanking or paddling, slave would have to accept the fact that she deserves to be punished; she must want to be punished. And for that to happen, she must be made to violate the rules that she has accepted. So I would spend about 10 days reinforcing the lessons already learned, and stretching her limits. Then I would give her one test that she would fail, that she had to fail. Then I would move her to the ultimate level. The stage where she truly wants to be punished, needs to be punished for disappointing me, for breaking my rules.

Every day was different, but very day was the same. Every day began and ended with a prayer, her recitation of my version of the 23rd psalm. Then, in no particular order, she might drink my piss, she might be given an enema, she might spend 30 minutes licking my ass. At some point she is going to play with herself for at least 10 minutes. She will be allowed to cum once during the day, but she will play with herself at least 10 times a day, for at least 10 minutes. She is going to be horny, she is going to be dripping, she is going to want to cum more than anything in the world except for one thing. And what is the one thing that she desires more than a cum? The desire to please me, to gain my approval. After every task that she performs for me, I Praise her, I call her a good slut. A good slave, an obedient cunt. Any word of praise reinforces her desire to please.

Today I trained her to piss in a bucket. No big deal, you say, she has been pissing at my command since the beginning. But now I make her stop in the middle of her piss and wait 15 seconds, 20 seconds, 30 seconds, up to a full minute before resuming her piss. I do this 3, 4, 5 times in the middle of her piss. She has been waiting so long to piss that her teeth are floating. Now she has to wait some more, just when she begins to feel some release. I explain to her that when she stops her piss she is exercising her kegel muscles and when she uses these muscles while I honor her by fucking her in the cunt, using these muscles will increase my pleasure. I therefore command her that any time when I do not give her a specific task, she should spend doing her kegel exercise. When I finally allow her to finish her piss I order her to stick her head in the bucket and drink it all up. Then I tell her that she is a good toilet.

I want to get her in good physical shape so two or three times a day I give her exercise periods. Basic running, starting with two miles in 12 minutes, moving up to 3 miles in 16 minutes. Sometimes I make her run with a dildo up her cunt. She knows she must not cum. Sometimes I have a dildo up her ass, sometimes both. She knows that her body does what I want it to. Sometime I have her do simple toe touches. I love watching her touch her toes, especially with large dildos in both her holes.

Then, of course, I must not forget housecleaning. Each day she cleans the floor of at least one room with her tongue.  I like to make her play with herself for 15 minutes before cleaning with her tongue, and command her to lay full length on the floor, propelling herself only with her toe and hands. This way her cunt rubs against the floor and she must constantly return to lick up her own wetness.

Her period is long over and it is time now for the harshest pain I have yet meted out. “Slut, do you remember your first words to me after I took you into my service? I believe you said ‘Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, didn’t you?” Liz blushed, ashamed to admit to having those sentiments. “And I promised you that you would beg to fuck each of my four horses, didn’t I? I think the time has cum, don’t you?” Liz had no idea what I had in mind, but she wanted to make me happy, to fulfill my expectations, to earn my praise, so she begged “Master, I beg you to let me fuck your horses, let me please you, let me bear pain for your pleasure. Punish me for my contemptuous words and attitude; because only through punishment can I earn you forgiveness.”

“Yes, cunt, I will punish you, I will punish your cunt. You are fortunate, my horses are wooden, but you shall truly regret your hasty words.” With that, I took her into a room with one gymnastic horse, except the top was not a gymnastic device for jumping but a two inch wide wooden beam with a 6 inch dildo built in the middle. “This is Scout, the gentlest of my horses. You may lubricate the dildo with your mouth.” I gave her five minutes to face fuck the dildo and then helped her mount it. I had to help her, because the legs were too short to allow her feet to be on the ground. Once she was properly mounted, with the dildo in her cunt, all her weight was on the dildo and on the two inch beam. She tried to support her weight by resting her hands on the beam, but naturally, I did not allow that. I fastened her hands to her collar. She tried to stretch her toes down, to no avail. She grabbed with her inner thighs on the beam, trying to force herself up. Even a fraction of an inch would give her some comfort. I let her do that till her thigh muscles gave way. Then, when she could offer no resistance, I placed my hands around her waist and started to fuck her on the dildo, pounding as hard as I could. Finally, as I sensed her pleasure at her cunt being fucked, I stopped. This was punishment, not pleasure, and tomorrow Liz would ride horse two, Princess. I took her off the horse and let her rest and think about the other three horses.

Princess, was fairly similar to Scout except that the Dildo Was 7 ˝ inches and was meant to go into the slaves ass. Again the slave was allowed to lubricate the dildo with her mouth. Since this was larger, the facefucking of the slave was more painful. Her ass was not stretched as well as her cunt, but mainly, the pain of bearing her entire weight on the two inch beam was unbearable. Although she did not protest, I did see the tears flowing down her face. When I released her, she thanked me for her punishment and begged forgiveness for her earlier attitude.

Day three brought a new horse, King. King had double dildos, 8 ˝ inches each. But even that was not the worst part. Instead of lubricating the dildos with her tongue I lubricated the dildos with Ben Gay and Tabasco sauce. Wow!!! She would not protest, but she could not help sobbing. She now had three sources of fierce pain, burning in her cunt and in her ass and the pressure of her entire weight on the two inch beam between her legs. When I took her off, I told her that tomorrow she would fuck El Diablo, and then she would be forgiven. She thanked me for allowing her to earn her forgiveness.

El Diablo had no dildos. It was simplicity itself. Instead of a two inch beam, the beam was shaven to a point. That is right. Her entire weight would rest on a point inside her cunt. No legs to support her weight. Nothing.  Just a point, a sharp edge, like a knife on her pubic bone and her tail bone. Her hands were again attached to her collar. I have never administered such pain, and I felt that I had to cut this session short. I had left her on the other three horses for 15 minutes. I cut this session to ten minutes, and got the most profound thanks when I removed her from the horse. I told her that the horses would not be used except for the most severe punishment. I was glad to see her reaction, because I now had the most effective punishment, one that would stay in her mind, whatever happened in the future.

I let her rest. She needed it. I was especially kind to her for the next few days, assuring her that she was a good slut, that she pleased me greatly. I let her cum twice each day, rather than once. She was happy, happier than any time in her slavery. It was time for her final exam.

I saw how well she controlled her pain. How well could she control her pleasure? How much pleasure could she take without cumming? Actually, there was no way she was going to pass this test. I was going to continue until she came, then I was going to punish her. But she didn’t know that.

So I had her lying down on a comfortable bed, with her legs wide apart, and instructed her to play with herself. I gave her 30 minutes before I changed the scene. She was dripping wet when I took her out to the dogs I bound her in position and took out the dogs. Each one fucked her. Each one stuck its big doggie cock up her cunt and shoved it slowly in and out, and then moved faster and faster. I was amazed by how long she was able to hold out. She begged for permission, but I did not grant it. She held out. Finally the 4th dog came and I could see that Liz was looking forward to the end of her ordeal. But as I said, this was a no win situation for her. I had one dog start to fuck her in the ass while another dog licked her clit. 30 seconds and she came, loud and long. 

That is what I wanted. I gave her the lecture. Her body belongs to me. She is not allowed to cum. She belongs to me. Her only thought should be of pleasing me. She would be punished.

I told her that she would be given time to contemplate her sins. I had her blindfolded and lightly bound. I then left her in absolute silence for 24 hours. No food, no drink nothing for 24 hours. She had no way of keeping track of time. She grew hungry, she grew thirsty, but she would not be damaged. She pissed herself, but that only served to humiliate her.

It was time. “Since you took the liberty of allowing yourself to cum without my permission, you will hold your body in place to receive your bondage. You will not be restrained. You will learn, through pleasure or pain, your body is mine to command.”

I marched her into a simple room. There were two footprints on the floor, about 21/2 feet apart, and I instructed her that her feet would stay on the prints, she would not move, she would not flinch. I took out an old fashioned single tailed whip. It looked fierce and was exactly what people thought of when they heard whip. “Your punishment is simple. You will invite me to whip you10 times, to 10 places on your body. You will present the appropriate part of your body for the lash. You will thank me, and you will beg me to proceed to the next part. If you move, or even flinch, that lash will not count. If you continue to move or flinch, I will add another round of 10 lashes. I will proceed with as many lashes as it takes for you to learn that your body will only do what I tell it to, not what you want it to. You have no control over your body. Only I control your body.” I put on a blindfold, there was no reason for her to see how hard each lash would be, and proceeded with her instructions.

“Raise your right leg straight out, support the knee with your hands and beg me to lash your foot.”

This was going to be a teaching experience. I was going to lash her harder and harder, I expected to give her between 25 and 50 lashes, depending on her tolerance for pain. The first lash was relatively light. “Thank you for whipping my right foot, would you be so kind as to whip my left foot as well.”

I then gave her permission to lower her right foot and raise her left foot. The second lash was harder than the first, but she maintained her position.  I instructed her to lower her foot and extend her right arm. She begged for the whip to fall on her hand, and it did, hard. This time her hand fell to her waist as the whip hit it. “You are not permitted to move slut, now you will start back at the beginning.” The tears were flowing as she again raised her right foot and begged for the lash. I obliged her with a hard stroke across the sole of her foot, causing her to gasp in pain, but her concentration was maintained, and her foot remained still, until I instructed her to prepare her left foot. I could see that she was trying to maintain her position. I made it a true test of her ability to bear pain, as I tried to find the degree of pain that she could just tolerate without moving. This time she made it through her feet and both hands. Then I ordered her to use her hands to support her breasts and hold them steady. I gave two quick slashes across both tits, the first across the meat of the breast, the second just above the nipples, across the aureoles. This again forced her to flinch and move. I told her that the punishment is her fault for moving, that all I sentenced her was 10 strokes. She already had more than 10. She must learn that only obedience to me can save her. Now we must start again.  She promised to do better and begged for my forgiveness. She thanked me for punishing her, for teaching her, for controlling her.

So again I began with her feet, then her hands, then another two across her tits. I kept my slashes a little softer, challenging her, but not overwhelming her. For the 7th lash I had her stand erect as I would lash her back. This would be a test of her will to obey, as if there is a part of the body that is made for the whip, it is the back, and then the ass. So I was able to give her one hard lash across the back and two more, hard, the first across the meat of her ass, the second across the top of her thighs. Then I was ready for the last stroke. “Bend over backward, use your hands to separate your cunt lips. If you can take this stroke without moving, your punishment will be over.”

It was up to me. Did I want to end the session now? I did not. I had no intention of hurting her this seriously again. But this would be a final lesson. And the next go round would give her a sense of accomplishment as she would tolerate the terrible pain of the hard lash across her cunt. She would never know that the final lashes would be controlled by me to allow her to bare the pain. So the lash across her cunt was as hard as I was capable of giving her. It broke skin and broke her ability to bear it. She fell to the floor, rolling over, and apologizing for her disobedience. Begging for another chance to meet my task, to obey my command. I gave her two minutes to pull herself together, and then started from the feet all over again. By this time her feet and hands were swollen, but she willed herself to hold position. Her breasts again were punished by my lash, but I kept the intensity down so she was able to will herself not to break. Her back and ass, received their due strokes and finally, knowing the pain that was to come my slave begged for the final stroke across her open cunt, penetrating her most delicate point.  Of course, this would not be the strong blow that I gave her before, but there is no blow to the cunt that does not give great pain, so it would be a fitting final test.

She passed. She held her cunt open until I gave her permission to release. She gratefully thanked me for punishing her and for allowing her to prove her obedience. I was thrilled. I told her that she was a good slave, an obedient slave. I allowed her to suck my cock, and as a reward, I placed her on her knees while I fucked her cunt doggie style. It was no surprise to me to find her cunt dripping wet from the pain. I had turned Liz into an obedient pain slut. I fucked her cunt hard, and allowed her to cum as I exploded deep inside her. It was a most intense cum for both of us, a fitting end to a successful training.