The Trainer's Guide to Women

Copyright 2007 W. Hunter

THE PRIZE

I go downstairs, hearing the wooden steps creak under my weight.  The bare light bulb shines from behind me, casting a great shadow over the steps below as I make my way down, past the turn at the bottom, until I'm standing on poured concrete.  Nothing more than a dingy basement, dark, damp, quiet.  My shoes scrape loudly in the narrow hallway as I make my way to an even darker corner.  Piles of wood, old skates and skis, and dirty rags litter the place.  The air is musty, and swirls of dust dance in the beam of my flashlight.  I find the chimney base and reach inside, pushing on a loose brick.  A latch clicks.  I push on a section of wall, and it gives way, sliding inward in perfect, oiled silence.  A light turns on inside, spilling a yellow rectangle into the pitch black room in which I stand.  I step through the doorway, touching it again, waiting for it to close and latch behind me.

The passageway is low here.  I crouch as I make my way deeper inside.  The ceiling moves away, until I can stand upright, facing a barred door.  The round bars shine, even in the 40 watt light, giving a sinister, foreboding effect for all who are doomed to tread here.  An old, green telephone is mounted securely to the wall here, a legacy of a golden age long past, dusty cobwebs hanging from its coiled line.  I punch in some numbers, then press #.  A click, and then I push the door open.  The passage doubles back and ends at a metal door, which moans and creaks as I push it open.  At last, I step into my dungeon.

There she is, lying on a metal bed made from a lattice of square bars.  Her perfect, milky skin is unblemished in any way.  Truly a rare find.  Two perfect breasts rise and fall as she breathes.  I hear the sound of air whistling in and out of the small tube in her rubber hood.  I'm fucking hard now, but I refuse to act so hastily.  A woman is like a fine wine; She must be savored, not drunk wholesale.  It's taken me months of preparation to get her here.  I'm not about to ruin her on the first night.

My mind is a whirlwind of ideas.  I think about all the things I'm going to do to her.  I can hear her screams already.  I can see her body as it writhes, her eyes as they plead, her lips as they tremble, her head as it bows in submission to the inevitable.  It's the breaking point that does it for me the most.  It's just too bad that you can't break her the same way over and over.

She's so fucking beautiful, spread wide in her chains, waiting for her master to come.  I bend over my stunning prize, inspecting her muscular thighs, her tiny waist, her big tits.  It's not quite an hourglass figure, but there's plenty of time to correct that.  I'm very particular when hunting.  Only a certain kind of woman will do, and this one is almost too good to be true.  My dick is throbbing now, but I keep it under control.  Power is dangerous when there's no control.

I smell her pussy, letting the top of her bush tickle my nose.  She's not shaved yet.  That comes later.  She's only been here overnight so far.  I brush my hand ever-so-lightly along her thigh.  She jumps, stiffens, then a scream erupts from her breathing tube as she begins to struggle violently against her chains.  I rub my cock as I watch her body move, its perfect beauty completely under my control.

Her breathing is now a staccato of short breaths, as if she fears to breathe in too deeply.  She's awake now, and very aware of her situation.  I wait, letting it sink in, until a low moan escapes.  Ahh, realization.  Up until now it's only been a primal fear, but now her mind is conjuring up all of the evil things that will happen to her from this point forward.  She pulls on her shackles one-by-one, then lets out a sob.  I watch, not making a sound.  With further moans, her body moves slowly, as it tries to do instinctively what it has now been denied of.

At last, the cries for help begin.  Long, plaintive moans.  Sharp screams that sound almost comical coming through a tube.  Attempts to talk, followed by frustrated moans and thrashing of her head from side to side.  I watch her breasts roll as she does this.  I kick a piece of scrap metal across the room.  She goes silent, her entire body frozen.  "Huoooo?"

I kneel beside her, watching.

"Haaaaa!!"  "Haaauooo!"

I could do this for hours, watching the small rays of hope as they shine on her, then fade.  But today I'm not in the mood.  I caress her breast;  A fleeting gesture that barely contacts the surface.  She freezes again, wondering if it was just her imagination...  "Haoo?"  Her head lifts up in a useless habit to see around her.  The latex hugs her cheeks and nose.  A black mane of silky hair sprouts from the back of the hood.  She lays it back with a frustrated groan, then takes a deep breath.  "HUUUUUUUUUU!"  Her limbs thrash about again, and I almost spunk myself watching her perfect body move.

Calming myself, I reach out, and grab her nipple.  She yelps, then lets out a terrified whimper as I roll it between my fingers, exciting it until it's hard.  She knows I'm here now.  She knows I'm in control, and she knows I won't release her.  With a single touch, I've conveyed to her what ten thousand words couldn't.  She still dreams of escape, but she's been breached.  It's only a matter of time before she surrenders completely.

I release her nipple.  She's got a lot to think about, so I go over to the "shop" area at the other side of the chamber.

I'm building a new kind of heavy duty chastity belt that my slave can hang in.  I've got a number of sketches already of various replacement shields that can torment her pussy or ass in various innovative ways.  I fire up the grinder and start shaping the various metal parts that I cut out yesterday morning.  The sound of grinding metal is always unnerving when you're blind, dumb, and bound.  As I finish my last piece and turn off the grinder, I can hear her crying.  The serene black surface of her hood belies the torment that goes on underneath.

It's been almost an hour.  I prepare my next line of attack.  Once again, I grab a nipple, exciting it until it's hard.  Then I squeeze until her every breath is a scream.  Grabbing hold of her air spout, I cover the end with my thumb.  She thrashes about, but I hold her head firmly.  "Stop fucking moving or I'll hold it till you suffocate!"

Reason defeats panic, and she goes limp, her chest convulsing as she tries in vain to breathe.

"I control everything about you, understand?"

Silence.

"UNDERSTAND!?"

She nods quickly.

"Now I'm going to shave your pussy since I don't like a hairy cunt.  You're going to stay perfectly still.  Got it?"

She nods again.  I release her air hole and she breathes in hard, air whistling through the small opening.  I watch her chest heave for a moment, getting hard again.  So utterly beautiful, and she's mine.

I have a little medicine cabinet mounted to the wall to handle the usual injuries and hygiene issues that occur in this kind of setting.  I choose a pair of metical scissors, a straight razor and a mini-can of travel shaving cream.  Leaning over her pussy, I cut the hairs short, hearing the odd whimper from the other end.  I shoot out a big glob of cream and rub it in.  She sobs as the razor touches her skin, and I have to smack her a few times to make her stop fidgeting.  The glinting razor passes along, revealing virgin flesh behind it.  This is probably the first time her skin has been exposed since puberty.  I scrape along, exposing more flesh, until a puffy, reddened pussy emerges from the woods to greet me.  I clean it off lovingly with a damp cloth, then examine the stunning vixen before me.  Words cannot describe how I feel right now.  I hunger for her, but the time is not right.  I must wait.  I must cultivate her until she has ripened properly.

I lean down between her legs and blow softly on her newly exposed (and very sensitive) skin.  She moans and starts to cry again, shaking her manacled hands uselessly.  I blow again, watching her hips move.  She'll make an amazing fuck bunny.  My tongue reaches out and touches the skin.  She's deathly quiet now, as I tease my way down, feeling the sting of shaving cream on the tip of my tongue.  Her pussy lips are so open and inviting!  I accept, and come in.  I hear sobs as I violate her with my tongue.  That such a small thing can cause so much distress is truly amazing.  Her hips move again as she pulls against her bonds.  I use my finger instead, leaning close to her ear as I stimulate her swollen clit.  "Only a slut has a shaved pussy." I say.  "Are you a slut?"

She jerks her head from side to side.  I stimulate her some more.  I can feel her clit grow hard.

"Oh, I think you are.  Why else would your clit be so hard?"

She screams, then dissolves into hysterical sobs.  I continue.

"Are you a dirty little slut?"

She shakes her head again.  I reach in and squeeze her clit between thumb and finger.  Her shriek is music to my ears.  "Don't lie to me, slut.  You're dripping pussy juice all over the floor.  This is making you hot, isn't it?"

"NOOOOO!"  She sounds so cute when she tries to talk through her gag.  I give her pussy a flick.

"Maybe you've forgotten because you haven't had a chance to cum yet today.  Would you like to cum, slut?"

She whines.

"Of course you would!  All sluts like to cum.  I know!  Let's play a little game.  I have to go out for a few hours, so let's see how many times you can cum while I'm away."  I pull out a long shaft with a dildo mounted on the end.  Sliding it into the mounting bracket at the end of the bed, I push it up until it pokes ever so slightly into her pussy.  "Do you feel that, slut?  That's going inside you."

"uuUUUUuUUUUU!"  She starts to struggle again.  No matter.  I apply some lubricant to the dildo and then slowly work it into her.  She goes stiff, whimpering slightly as I push it inside her; the second breach.  Quickly, I fetch the clitoral vibrator and position it just right, securing it to the shaft with electrical tape.  As I switch it on, a cry of surprise turns into a scream as she shakes about.  This won't do.  I fetch some leather straps and secure her waist and chest to the bed, further limiting her movement.  The virbrator buzzes merrily away as she moans.  "See you in a few hours, slut."

"NOOOO!  UUUUH! HUEEE!" she starts thrashing, trying desperately to escape her mechanical tormentor.  A futile effort.  I whistle as I head upstairs and fetch the car keys.  There'll be some nice videos for me to watch later.

LAYING DOWN THE LAW

I can hear her screams as I walk down the narrow passageway.  She's good and strong.  I expected her to have fainted by now.  Maybe she already had.  I'll have to check the recordings later.

There's a big pool on the floor under her "bed".  "Did you have fun while I was gone, slut?"

Her screams become more desperate as she hears my voice.  I watch as she convulses, and have to fight hard not to shoot my load in my pants.  She goes limp, then starts moaning and whining again.  I hold my primal urges at bay.

"I'm going to allow you to speak, little slut, but you're going to have to promise me that you'll only speak when spoken to.  Can you do that, slave?

Her head bobs frantically as she breathes heavy "uhhuh"'s.

"I hope you're not lying to me, slave.  I hate liars."

She shakes her head, mumbling something incomprehensible.

"No, you're not lying, or no, you can't stay quiet?"

"Uhuhhauuh!"  She leans her head back and whines.

I lean forward.  "Are you going to speak only when spoken to?"

"uhhuh!"

"Are you lying to me?"

"Uh uh!"

"I sure hope not!  Let's find out."  I unbuckle her gag from the rest of the hood.  She licks her big, pouty lips, then a grimace forms as her breath rushes between her teeth.  We both sit in silence.  The sound of the vibrator fills the room.

"Oh please turn it off!" she sobbed.

"Is that how you talk only when spoken to, slave?"

"I'm sorry!  I'm so...haaAAAAAAAH!" she convulses again, gritting her teeth.

"You'll address me as 'Master'", I say.

"Please, Master!" her voice quivers.

I smack her tit.  "That's twice you've spoken without permission!"

"I'm sorry, Master!"

She catches on fast, but there's still a lot for her to learn.  I continue administering her lesson.  "When Master speaks, his slave listens.  A slave always shows respect to her master.  A slave NEVER speaks unless answering her master's question, or when begging his..."

"Puleheheeeese let me out!" she sobs, interrupting me.  Well, I never expected to tame her in a day.  I put the gag mask over her mouth, and she panics, thrashing about and holding her mouth closed.  I grab her nipple and pinch HARD.  As her mouth opens to scream, I push down with all my weight, forcing the gag home.  Her shrieks are muffled once again, and I carefully buckle the gag in place before leaving her for the night.  It's a shame I can't fuck her yet.  Instead, I retire to the dungeon bedroom to watch some videos before going to sleep.  Her vitals stream past on a little monitor that sits on a nightstand beside my bed.  The wall between her and I is soundproofed, but if she throws up or stops breathing for any reason, an alarm will sound.  I settle down and put on some videos of my past projects, nursing a raging hard on.

TIME TO THINK

I wake up the next morning feeling refreshed, and check the monitor beside the bed.  Vitals are all good, and she's awake, too!  I open the bedroom door and am greeted with the moaning of my slut.  The thing about orgasms is that they tend to be painful after the first four or five.  I haven't checked the count yet, but I bet she's had more than 30 since I turned on her vibrator.  I cup her tit and squeeze it.  "How's it going, slut?" I ask.

She whines plaintively.

"Had time to think things over?"

She nods energetically.

"Ready to obey the rules?"  More head bobbing.  An eager student.

I remove her gag, and she holds her tongue this time, but is breathing heavily.  Her body glistens with sweat, and the puddle under her bed hasn't grown any smaller.  As I watch, more juice drips from her pussy.  "Tell me, when does a slave speak?"

"Ah-ah s-slave s-s-speaks when h-her m-master asks h-her to." she says in a shaky, breathless voice.

"Good!  And what are you?"

"I'm a s-s-slave, Master!"

"That you are, but you're also something else.  What is it?"

"I'm a d-dirty little s-slut, Master!"

"Very good!"  I give her a little round of applause.  "You see?  It's not that hard to learn new things!"

She looks as if she's about to speak, but thinks better of it.  Her head falls back against the metal lattice that makes up her bed.  With a smile, I turn off the vibrator.  Lesson 1 is complete, and after only 11 hours!

I rub my finger in her pussy, then stick them in her mouth.  "Drink your slut juice."  She obeys without hesitation, her pouty lips sucking the juice from my fingers.  I leave the gag off, though one side is still strapped to the hood as a reminder.  Time for her to rest.  She'll need all her strength later.  I shoot a load on her lips for good measure before I leave.

FIRST LESSON

I stand before the bed, watching my slave.  Her perfect body lies serenely, her breathing regular.  I lift the bucket, and toss out the freezing water, watching the thousands of tiny sparkles as it splits apart, racing towards her helpless flesh.

Splash!  She awakens with a holler, her perfect limbs suddenly straining against the metal that binds them.  She's breathing heavily now.  I rub my cock.  Her head falls back as she lets out a frustrated sob.

"Good morning, little slut!" I say.

She remains silent.  I throw the second pail.  "I said good morning, little slut!"

"Muu uhmuh!" she says.  Her naked body glistens as it moves.  I want her.  I kneel next to her head, grabbing a handful of her tit.  "Do you know what day this is, slave?"

When she doesn't answer, I squeeze hard until she screams.

"I asked you a question, slave!"

"Uh uh!  Uh uh!" comes the pitiful noise from her gag.

"It's your third day as a slave!  Only 25,564 days to go!"

She moans.

"What?  You don't sound too happy, slave?  Aren't you happy?"

I hear a sob through the gag.  I slap her tit.

"Aren't you happy, slave?"

"Uh huh!"

"You are?  That's good, cause I got a lot to teach you.  Right now you're a worthless bunch of fuckholes, but I'll make you into more."  I unlock her shackles, and lift her to her feet.  She has a petite frame, standing only up to my chest, but her tits are full sized and perky.  I like them big enough to tie in 3-rope thickness, with a hand-sized globe ballooning out the end.  She's quite pliant while hooded, and I lead her to her next training device.  It's basically a deep hole in the concrete with a thick metal bar running through the center of the opening.  The hole itself is an oval, 6 feet deep, and is about 40 inches in diameter at the widest part.  The center bar is triangular, with the point going up.  I lock a thick metal belt around her waist, then lift her and lower her feet and legs into the hole, until her entire weight rests on the center bar.  She starts to complain, but I ignore her, locking short lengths of chain between her belt and some anchor points on the ground.  She tries to push herself up with her hands, but the belt holds her securely in place.  I rub my cock a bit, then turn to go.  She'll need some time to find out just how painful this device is.

BREAKING HER DOWN

She's been there for an hour now.  The whimpering is almost constant.  I lean down until my head almost touches the ground, examining her red, swollen pussy.  As I spread her lips, her hands come down to swat me away.  I grab her waist and push down until her screams take on a desperate edge.  "You NEVER lay a hand on your master, you little cumwhore!  You got that?"

Somehow she manages a few "uh huh"'s between screams.  I resume my inspection.  She's definitely very tender in that area, but there's no danger of permanent damage (yet).  She may not think so, but her body can take quite a bit of punishment.  I unlock and open her eye covers for the first time.  Her terrified brown eyes peer out from the holes in her hood, looking at her master.  "Do you know how to listen, slave?" I ask.

"Uh huh!" she says, nodding.

"Are you going to talk out of turn?"

"Uh uh!"  Wide shakes of the head, like a child.

"If I take your gag off, will you behave yourself?"

"Uh huh!"

I unlock and remove her gag.  She watches me, hands massaging her tortured pussy.  "I don't want you touching your pussy anymore." I say.  Her hands go to her sides.

"Do you know what you are?"

"I'm a slut, Master." she says.

"Close.  You're a cumsucking slut.  You live to suck cum.  Say it."

"I'm a cumsucking slut.  I live to suck cum." she parrots.

"That didn't sound very convincing." I say.

"I'm a cumsu-"

"QUIET!"  She recoils, her lip trembling.

"I didn't tell you to speak."

"I'm sorry ma-" I put my finger gently to her lips.  "You're not to speak unless ordered to."  She shifts her weight slightly and winces.  "Now, what do you suppose a cumsucker does?" I ask.

"She sucks cum."

"But where does the cum come from?" (haha)

"From her master."  Ah.  Now we come to the crux of the matter.

"And how do you suppose a slave gets cum from her master?"

She thinks about this.  "She sucks his cock?"

"Yes, but her master's cock is not at her beck and call, now is it?  How would she go about getting her master's cock?"

Sweat drips down her forehead as she endures the pain.  "She... uh... asks him?"

"No, she doesn't ask him!" I snap.  "You ask of your equal.  Is your master your equal?"

"No, Master."

"So, how does she get Master's cock?"

She thinks about this.  I watch as realization dawns.  "Please, Master.  May I suck your cock?"

I look at her sadly.  "I hear the words, but they don't sound sincere."  I get up and turn around.

"Please, Master!  May I please suck your cock?"  I shake my head and leave.  "PLEASE!!!" she sobs.  "PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK, MASTER!"

INITIAL TRAINING

It takes two and a half hours for her to reach the breaking point.  You can see it in their eyes when they're ready to do anything, absolutely anything to have relief from their pain.  I head back down to the dungeon.

"P-please, Master.  May I please suck your cock?" she says, almost in a whisper.

"You may," I reply, "But only if you can prove how badly you want it."  I watch the despair flood her eyes, but it is soon replaced with grim determination.  She'll do whatever it takes.  I drop a metal bucket beside her.  She looks inside and her eyes go wide.

"No! Please, Master..." she looks at me imploringly.  I shrug and make a grab for the bucket.

"No!"  She pulls it away.

"Are you talking back to me, slave?"

"No, Master!  I'm sorry, Master!"

I let it go at that because she's not yet strong enough to endure what I'd normally do.  She pulls a clamp out of the bucket.  It's a rather wicked device.  Though the clamp end is rubber coated, it's ratcheted closed, giving more pressure than a spring operated clamp might.  She figures out how to open it, then stares at it, mesmerized.  She looks at me briefly, then places it over her right nipple.  Closing her eyes, she pushes the clamp shut.  The scream is absolutely divine.  She's breathing heavily now, trying not to faint.  I watch the clamp as it moves up and down with her breast.  "You're wasting time, slave." I prod.

She moans, then opens her eyes and fishes out the other clamp.  Placing it over her nipple, she takes a deep breath.  "PHAHAAAAAAAAA!"  She holds her tit, caught between wanting to take it off, and facing the consequences.  After taking a few deep breaths, she fishes out the remaining items: two 8 oz lead balls.  She hangs these carefully from her clamps, wincing as gravity takes effect.

"Pleasemastermayisuckyourcock?" she breathes.

"Yes, you may!"  I get down and drop my drawers.  It's a bit low, but she manages to bend over enough to grab my cock and stuff it into her mouth, sucking frantically.  "Whoa!" I shout.  "Not so fucking fast!  This isn't a race!"  She slows down, head bobbing.  I watch as her nipple weights sway and bump.  She's not very good, but at least she knows to keep her teeth out of the way, and I'm way too fucking horny to care right now.  I grab her head and ram it home.

She chokes and sputters, trying to push me away.  I smack her on the side of the head until she stops.  I pull back, then ram into her again, then proceed to skullfuck her.  She's crying, of course, but that's the whole point.  The walls of her identity are dissolving.  Soon I'll be able to teach her.  I shoot my load down her throat, then sit back and enjoy the buzz.  She's still suffering in her bondage.  Though she dare not speak, her eyes plead and beg.  I can feel myself getting hard again.

"That's the worst blowjob I've ever had, you stupid cunt!" I shout.  She's crying silently.  Her lower lip quivers, and I'm tempted to fuck her mouth again.

Control!

I pull out a pair of handcuffs.  She offers no resistance as I gently pull her arms behind her.  Click-click-click-click!  Locked in position.  "I'm going to give you a little time to think about how you can use your mouth hole better."  I drag over a standing mirror, placing it directly in front of her.  "See that?  That's what a cumslut looks like."

She closes her eyes.  I smack her lightly on the cheek.  "Open your fucking eyes, bitch.  Look at what you've become!"

Hmm... needs a finishing touch.  I whip it out and shoot a load of cum all over her clamped tits.  "There you go!  Can't have a cumslut without the cum!"  I rub her ass while I smile next to her in the mirror.  "You did a good job clamping your tits, though.  I think you're a natural."

She breaks out in sobs, so I get up to leave.  "When you're finished crying, there's a final task for you.  I want you to look in the mirror and say 'I'm a cumsucking slut' over and over.  I'll be watching on video.  When I think you've got it right, I'll pull you out of there."  I pull back her head so that she's looking straight up at me.  "Got it?"

She nods, still crying.

"Good."  I walk away.  "Sooner you start, the sooner you finish."

I head upstairs, fetch a beer and hop on the couch.  Flipping the TV to AUX2, I tune into the dungeon channel.  My slave is there, staring straight into the 2-way mirror.  A goddess, naked, her legs disappearing into the concrete, bound and clamped.  "I'm a cumsucking slut.  I'm a cumsucking slut..."  It's important that she look at herself as she does this.  It's too easy for her to distance herself otherwise.  I give her a good hour before pulling her out.

CLAY IN MY HANDS

It's a new day and I do a few fixups around the house before heading down to the dungeon, to watch my slave suffer.  I put her in the wall cage yesterday to give her pussy some time to heal, but not her.  She hasn't slept all night.  The cage is embedded into the wall, and is tall and narrow so that the prisoner can only stand in it.  I've added a little twist, in that it is electrified.  Every 15 minutes, it sends out a high voltage, low amperage jolt.  If she's unlucky enough to be slouching at the time, her body will complete the circuit between the front bars, and the metal back.

She's watching me, but her eyes are dull.  There's hardly any fight in her today.  She winces as I finger her pussy, but is otherwise complacent.  Fatigue is one of my best tools.  When her defenses drop, I can push her over the edge before letting her rest.  Afterwards, the memory remains to haunt her.

"How are you this morning, my little cumslut?" I ask, pushing my finger in deeper.

"I'm tired, Master." she says.

"That's too bad." I reply.  "You've got a lot of training ahead of you today."

Her eyes drop to the floor, and she says nothing.

"Are you going to be a good and obedient slave today?"

"Yes, Master."

"We'll see..."  I open her cage and hold her hand as she steps down.  Her skin is so soft!  She stands before me, everything drooping off her spine.  "Stand up straight!" I order.  She straightens up, but not nearly enough.  Don't mothers teach their girls proper posture anymore?  I walk around her, pushing and pulling until she's standing relatively straight.  At least it's better than before.

I bring her into the dungeon bedroom (Actually, it's more of a dungeon den, with couch, bar fridge, and entertainment center.  There just happens to be a king-sized bed in it as well).  I select a long handled crop, place a couple of books on her head, and then sit on the couch to watch TV.

She drops the books after 30 seconds, and I give her a whack on the ass as she bends down to pick them up.  After a few tries, she's able to keep the books steady for 2 minutes without dropping them, so I start correcting other things.  She has this very annoying habit of letting her belly stick out.  I've smacked it enough times that it's turning red, and yet she STILL sticks it out after holding it in a bit.  Frustrated, I stand up and take a good swing at her tits.  She yelps and drops the books again.  "What the fuck is wrong with you, slut?  I tell you to keep your fucking belly in, and you just stand there like a goddam slob!"

"I'm sorry, Master!" she says, gathering up the books.

"I really don't think you're trying hard enough!"

"I am trying, Master!" she shoots back.  I slap her hard enough to knock her over.  "Don't you fucking talk back to me, slut!"

"I'm sorry, Master!" she says quickly, and begins to gather the books again.

"You're either not trying, or you're a worthless cunt." I continue.  "Which is it?"

She's trembling as she looks up at me with those frightened doe eyes.  I SOOOO want to fuck her here and now.  "I'm... I'm a worthless cunt, Master." she says as tears fill her eyes.

"That's right.  You're a worthless cunt.  I should just dump you in the river and be done with it!"  Ah, the veiled threat.  She puts the books back on her head and tries to stand straight, but her whole body is trembling now.  I sit back on the couch, watching her.  She's staring straight ahead, and doing a fucking horrible job of standing like a woman, but man to see her tremble like that.  I rub my cock, then grab a beer from the fridge to take my mind off her.

Just then, I have an epiphany.  I grab a few leather straps and fetch some heavier books (a couple of encyclopedia volumes), tying them together.  I then take a length of thin rawhide and tie it to her hair, wrapping it good and tight but leaving about 2 feet of play in it.  I place the books on her head and flip on the game.  Each time the books fall, they jerk her head down and pull her hair.  She starts whimpering after the first few, and I have to smack her tits a bit to quiet her down.  Somewhere along the way I must have fallen asleep, because by the time I wake up, she's already gone, having left the books on the floor near the couch.  This just won't do.

I find her curled up against the barred door, fast asleep.  There's a thin file and a length of wire hanging out from the fake lock on the door.  Maybe now she'll realize that it's impossible to escape.  I fill a bucket with cold water, then head back into the narrow passageway.  The scream is magical.  She cowers, soaking hair in her face, as I tower over her.  "What the FUCK do you think you're doing, whore?" I thunder, as she tries desperately to tell me how sorry she is.  Sorry she couldn't get out, I'm sure.  Time for her next lesson.

I take the improvised lock picks out of the lock.  "Think you're a fucking Houdini?  I have just the thing for you!"

I drag her by the hair into the main chamber.  There's a transparent cylinder against the wall with a sealable door.  I stuff her inside, and lock the shackles at the bottom to her feet, then slam the door.  "Let's see you get out of this!"  I turn on the faucet.  Water starts filling the tube from the bottom.  She bangs on the Plexiglas, begging me to forgive her.

"I've decided I don't like you, slave.  I'll dump your corpse in the river when you're done here."

"No, please, Master!  I'm sorry!  I won't ever do it again!"

The water is up to her waist now.  She ducks under the water, trying one last time to free her ankles before coming up for air again.  It's now up to her tits.  "Please, Master!  Don't kill me!" she sobs.  I wait till it's up to her neck before slowing the flow a bit.  The water continues to rise, and now she's tilting her head up to keep her face above water.  I slow it down a bit more.  She's now floating, pushing up with her hands as the water laps at the corners of her mouth.

I take a stepladder and place it against the cylinder, then stare down at her in the water.

"P-please, Master!" she sputters.  "I'll do anything you want!  Anything at all!"

"Will you drink for me?" I ask, showing her the watering can I've brought with me.  It holds 4 liters, which is enough to drown her if she doesn't drink it.  I pour some in, and she moves to catch it in her mouth.  It's going too fast, of course, and she starts to choke.  I pour some directly in her mouth for good measure, then wait for her to regain control.  "Ready for more?"

"Please, Master!"

"Wrong answer!"  I start pouring near the edge of the cylinder, and she rushes to catch the water.  We play a game for awhile, as I move the can around the cylinder and she tries to keep up.  It's great fun, but she's having trouble drinking now.  I lean in and kiss her deeply.  "Goodbye, slave."

"No please!" she says frantically.  I ignore her plaintive cries and turn the water back on full blast.  She takes her last breath and watches me, banging on the glass with her hands.  Her hair flows in the water like a halo about her head.  I step up to the glass and wave to her.  A belch of bubbles escape her mouth.  She makes a few violent motions, then is still.

REBIRTH

She's hanging upside down now, suspended by her ankles.  The water has all drained from her lungs and I'm pumping air in as I hold her in a bear hug, squeezing and relaxing.  She coughs and retches.  I head around to her front.  "I've decided to give you another chance, cumwhore." I say.  "Try that again and you're fish food."  It was a bit of a risk, but I haven't invested much in her yet, so it wouldn't be too costly to get a new slave should I fail to revive this one.

She's still incoherent, so I leave her hanging for a bit before letting her down.  "Get up!" I say, hauling her to her feet.  I point to the hole with the metal wedge.  "I want you in there!  The clamps are still in the bucket."  She goes to the edge and looks inside, then takes a last imploring look at me before lowering herself in, wincing as her pussy rests upon the wedge.  The belt is already chained to the floor.  She puts it about her waist and closes it with the padlock.  Fear of death is such a wonderful motivator!  I'm rubbing my dick, watching her cry out as she puts the clamps on her sore nipples.  When the weights are hung, I toss her a pair of handcuffs, and she obediently locks her hands behind her back.  I cum on her tits again, shooting some on her face and in her mouth for good measure, then put the mirror in position.  "You know what to do, slave!"

She begins:  "I'm a cumsucking slut.  I'm a cumsucking slut.  I'm a cumsucking slut."  Is there any greater joy than this?

INTERLUDE

It's the middle of the night and I wake up fucking horny.  Screw the training.  I need a cunt to fuck.

I head down into the dungeon.  My slave is there, suspended in her cage.  It's just barely big enough to contain her in a fetal position, knees down.  I smack the cage to get her attention.  "I'm gonna use your holes."

"Yes, Master." she says.  "I'm a cumsucking slut."  She's learning her lessons well.

There's a smaller door on the back of the cage that covers about 2/3 of the area, just big enough to fit her ass through.  I unlock it and let it swing down.  "Ass out, slave!"  She slides backwards so that her feet stick through the bars at the bottom, and her bulbous ass pokes out the end.  She's always ready to have her holes used, day or night.

I'm so goddamn stiff it hurts, so I waste no time plowing into her.  She cries out from the lack of lubrication, but her pussy juice fixes that pretty quick.  I do a quickie in her cunt just to relieve the tension, then take a short breather before doing her ass.  She's tight, so I lube up first this time, smacking her ass to give her some encouragement until I slip it in.  "Clench it, bitch!"  I feel the constriction and my dick goes nuclear.  There's nothing like a tight fuck to get you off.  I barely last 10 strokes before I have to pull out to cream her ass.

One more fuck, then off to bed.  I choose her pussy again.  It's still wet, so I have no trouble getting it in.  I take my time on this one; nice, easy strokes as I ride her out.  She starts to moan.  I keep her hands chained forward so she can't get herself off while I'm not around, which means her sexual gratification can only come from me.  "Tell me what you are, slave!"

"I'm a cumsucking slut!" she replies.

I smack her ass as I pump her.  "Keep saying it!"

"I'm a cumsucking slut!  I'm a cumsucking slut!  I'm a cumsuckaaaAAAAH!"  I ram her deep and explode into her, pumping furiously.  Her moans turn into an "Ahuhaaaahuhaaaahuhaa" as I continue ramming her from behind.  Release.

Oh yeah, that hit the spot.  I smack her ass.  "Get back in there!"  She wiggles forward and I lock the door.  I head back upstairs, leaving her with cum dripping from her cunt.

MORE TRAINING

It's 3:00 in the afternoon.  I've just gotten back from shopping in town.  Mostly I needed welding supplies and materials, but I also stopped at the local sex shop to get a replacement cane since I broke mine on the slut's ass yesterday.  They have a cool new flogger in stock, so I bought one for the hell of it.

I unlock and open a 1-foot square opening on the side of the house and slide the steel bar and piping through the opening, which goes directly into the dungeon.  I've come up with some new designs that I want to try out.

I head downstairs into the dungeon.  My slave is still walking in her excercise machine.   She's been on her toes all afternoon so as to keep her pussy from touching the copper railing she's straddling.

The entire device is 10 feet in diameter.  A central shaft is embedded in the ground, and an arm extends from this, ending in a metal collar that locks around her neck, keeping her positioned over the circular railing.  The current runs from the railing, through her, onto the copper base that she's tiptoeing on.  Her arms are bound high behind her back for good measure.

I've got her set at 1MPH currently, since this is her first time.  If she slows below that, she gets a shock through the clamps on her tits.  Unfortunately, she's slouching again.  Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever teach her.  I fetch a cane.  "Stand up straight, slut!"  Swish!  She screams as it smacks into her tender breasts, then takes a shock as her thigh touches the railing.  Swish!  One for the ass.  "Position that ass!"  Swish!  "Dammit! straighten your fucking back!  Eyes front!"

She assumes a somewhat decent posture, but then takes another shock in the tits for walking too slowly.  I just shake my head.  "You wanna do this all night, slave?"

"No, Master!"

"Then do it properly you stupid slut!"

She continues walking, and I go about moving the steel bars in with the rest of the piles.  The slut exercises quietly, as I get on with my current project, but I still hear the odd yelp as she gets shocked.  After 3 hours, I'm ready for a brew.  My slave's occupied with her training, so I fetch it myself, then set a chair in front of my slave so I can watch her.

It's one thing to be humiliated on the walking trainer, naked and bound and holding your pussy up high so it doesn't get shocked.  It's even worse in front of an audience.  She tries to not look at me when each turn brings her near, but she's getting nervous now.  I watch her tits jiggle as she jumps from a shock to her pussy.  God she's beautiful!  And now she's well on her way to becoming the perfect woman.  That is, if she'd just get her fucking posture right!  I lay one hard across her tits.  Smack!  "Did I tell you to slouch?"

She straightens up, but she's been still for too long, and gets a healthy jolt through her tits.  I watch them bounce and I want her.  I want her bad.  "Alright, pick up the pace!"  I set up behind her and lay one on her ass.  "March!"  Smack!  "March!"  Smack!  She tries to go faster, stumbles, and shrieks as she lands fully on the railing.  Quickly she gets on her toes, just in time for another titty shock.  She resumes walking and I swat her again.  "One last round, double time!  March!"  Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!  She hops from toe to toe, finishing the last turn at 2.7 MPH.  I'm fucking hard now and I doubt I can hold it much longer.  I turn off the machine, then release her from the collar.

"Kneel here." I say, pointing in front of my chair.  I drop my drawers and sit down.  "Suck."  She takes me in her mouth, head bobbing.  Her hands are still tied behind her back so she can't go quite as fast, but she manages alright (or maybe it's just that I'm ready to explode).  Her mouth is warm and soft and.. Goddammit!

I smack her and she sprawls on the floor.  "What the FUCK are you doing?" I'm pissed now.

"I..."  She looks at me, confused.

"The next time you use your teeth, I'll pull them out!  You got that, slut?"

She looks down.  "Yes, Master."

"Now bend over the workbench.  Your mouth's obviously useless so I'll have to settle for your cunt.  Think you can manage that much, slave?"

"Yes, Master." she says, getting up.  She leans over the workbench, on top of the tools and metal scraps, then spreads her legs.  I don't care at this point. I need to fuck her, and that pussy is damn inviting.  I push in slowly.  She really deserves a dry fuck, but whatever.  She juices up pretty quick, and I start ramming her with all I've got.  I can hear her grunting as I slam it home, skin smacking on skin.  Her pussy clenches.  Fuck yeah!  I can't hold it anymore.  I start spraying even as I pull out, then throw her to the ground and dump the rest all over her.  "Thank you, Master." she says meekly.

The sight of my slave's body, all covered in my cum...  I really should keep a camera handy.  I'm feeling better now, but she needs oral training, and fast.  And it just so happens that my latest project is pretty much done...

It's relatively simple.  Just a cube frame at first glance.  I take it over to its mounting point, bolting it into the floor.  I then take my slave and put her head into the head cage portion on the top half of the cube.  I close the back of the cage, completely immobilizing her head, facing downward.  Next I take a set of metal spring-loaded teeth covers.  They act like a mouth guard would, covering her teeth, but they can also be secured in place so that she can't get it out of her mouth.  And now, the dildo.  I select one that matches my size, then mount it on the press.  It's a crank operated press, watching it enter her mouth, stopping at the point where she starts to choke.

I attach one wire to the base of the dildo, and the other to her mouthpiece.  Next come the obligatory nipple clamps, with wires running to the power source.  I give her head a shove downwards, and she retches as the dildo pushes into her throat.  All set!  My slave is kneeling, bent over with her head caught in the device.  Her arms are still bound behind her back.

"Now." I say.  "You're gonna suck this cock until you know how to do it properly."  I push down on the head cage and she starts choking again.  "You keep sucking and pumping like a good slut, and nothing will happen.  You fuck up and you'll be punished.  I want good pressure on the dick, steady strokes, and no teeth!"

I turn on the machine.  "Start sucking!"

She yelps as she gets a shock, and starts bobbing her head.  She retches and coughs.  Another shock, then another.

"Remember, slave:  Steady strokes, good suction, and no teeth."

Her cheeks dimple as she sucks hard, and she manages a good many strokes before she throws up, and gets shocked again.  I watch her choke, retch, and scream, her naked and bound body quivering.  Shit, now I'm hard again...

I lift her ass.  She's so pliant now!  She's making worried noises, but her ass stays where I left it.  She knows that I'm the only way to pleasure or pain.  I kneel down and spit in her asshole before I penetrate.  She's really tight, so I have to work at it, but I finally slip it in and I'm in happy land.  I push her head down, and feel the results almost immediately.  It's a little known fact that the throat sphincter and ass sphincter are linked in the brain, so that if you trigger her gag reflex, as I am now, the ass sphincter contracts as well.  It pushes me over the edge.  I can't hold it anymore and I spew my seed inside her, ramming her ass as I hold her head down on the dildo.  She must have received countless shocks by now, but her throat is blocked so she can't scream.

Finally, I let her up and she alternates between gasping for air and sucking the big cock to avoid punishment.  "Hank uu ngahhka." she manages between breaths.  Good girl.  I leave her to her work while I go take a shower.

TESTING MY WORK

My slave stands before me, suffering.  Her obedience training is pretty much finished now, and she obeys without question.  Not a single order has been balked at in over two weeks, and I've had her do some pretty nasty stuff.  Her mouth is currently filled with her own shit, and I'm busy flogging her tits.  The smell's pretty terrible, but I bear it for the sake of watching her degrade herself like this.  Her hands are held obediently behind her back;  No restraints are necessary for this exercise.  She stands up straight, legs spread, tits pushed forward, offering themselves to me.  I wind up and come down hard with the flogger.  It lands with a satisfying smack on her already copiously welted tits.  She screams, but holds her position.

"Hank uu mahhka."

I turn her around to face the mirror.  "Look at that.  What do you see, slave?"

"I hee a cunhhukin hhrut, mahhka."

"Should she have her tits whipped, slave?"

"Yehh mahhka."

I oblige her, whipping both sides, careful not to soil my new flogger in the brown, sticky, smelly drool running down her stomach and onto the floor.

"Hank uu mahhka."

I stand up and grab her tits, squeezing and fondling them.  "You've come a long way, slave." I say.  "Two months ago you threw up when you put shit in your mouth.  Now you're keeping it in for hours.  I'm proud of you."

"Hank uu mahhka."

"Do you like eating shit, slave?"

"Yehh, mahhka."

"Would you like to spend the night with shit in your mouth, slut?"

"Yehh, fureez, mahhka."  See what I mean?

"Go to the wall cage, then."

She obediently goes over to the wall cage, steps inside, and closes the door.  Locked inside, she stands at attention, brown drool running down her chest.  That's after only four and a half months of training.  It's pretty impressive what you can change in a woman after so short a time.  She's 100% pure slut now.  No act is too degrading for her.

TRANSACTION

"She's fuckin' nice!" he says, pulling his pants up.  The slave waits on the floor, ass still in the air as she awaits her next instruction.  "What else can she do?"

"She'll do anything you command her to." I say.  "I've trained her in all her holes, and she has good pain tolerance."

"So if I, for example, ordered her to cut off her tits?"

"She'd cut off her tits." I reply mildly.

"But how can you be so sure?"

"Because she knows you'll send her back here for a complimentary refresher course if she doesn't."  I wink.

He grins.  "Not that I'd want to cut them off...  So how much?"

"100."

"Sheesh!  That's a bit steep ain't it?"

"You're not buying a dog." I respond.

"How about 75 grand?"

I shake my head.  "I can get a better offer than that any day.  Your friend vouched that you wouldn't quibble over the price.  I'm only asking for 100 because of him.  Normally I charge 125 for this kind of quality."

"Fine, fine." he says, eyeing his prize.  "Yeah, okay.  100 then."

"Put the money in this account, and you'll receive a special delivery the next day." I say, handing him a slip of paper.

"Go back to your cage, slave." I order.  She gets up and locks herself in her cage.

DELIVERY

I stop the truck and shout a number to the guard at the gate.  He waves me through.  My client's already waiting for me in the underground parking, and asks me if I want to see the playroom he's set up.  I politely decline, then turn to business.

Disconnecting the restraining straps, I slide the metal container out to the tailgate and use the winch to lower it down.  I open a peephole and shine a flashlight in.  His new slave is inside, undamaged as far as I can tell.  She's stressed from the move, but she'll get over it pretty quick.  I close the peephole.

My client barks an order, and two men wheel the container away.  We exchange pleasantries and go our separate ways.

On the way back, I stop to check in on another potential.  I've brought her file with me:

Photo: [Pasted photo of her]

Name: Angela Pierce

Age: 22

Height: 5'1"

Bust: 33D

Waist: 24

Hips: 32

Weight: 108

Occupation: Student (Biochemical Engineering)

Notes:

- Parks in lot D, stall 22 (1998 white Tercel, plate ERQ-177, damaged rear bumper)

- Studies in the library until 9:30 PM on Mondays and Thursdays.

- Non-drinker, non-smoker

- No boyfriend (had three boyfriends this year, all dumped her after 1-2 months)

- Both parents live on East coast.

Although she's drop-dead gorgeous, she suffers from low self esteem, and is likely a pretty bad lay, judging from her short stints with guys.  She's also pretty careless, and walks through a dark and deserted area when going to her car late at night.  It just so happens that today is a Thursday.  Perhaps I should pay her a visit.