Trained Slut – Part I

A suburb of Los Angeles can mean a lot of places, some of them big enough to earn the title of ‘Town’.  Dave and Bob work together in the office of a small company with just a secretary and the owner in one such suburb.  Dave and Bob could easily have spent their working lives as acquaintances, knowing little or nothing of the other’s life outside work.  That’s just how they were.  It was probably more surprising that they were fast friends, each going that extra mile without a thought, for the other.  Bob just had a quiet personality.  Dave, on the other hand, had learned early in life to present himself as a quiet person so that he could just blend in.  It would be unthinkable to some of those who though they knew him to see his true persona. 

The Dave that was hidden from all but a select few had an unusual hobby.  Until very recently, he collected women and almost always had one or two at any given moment.  Dave wasn’t a player, because his women were his.  Literally and totally.  He owned them and sold them when he was done with them.  On a number of occasions, a woman had simply come to him, stripped herself and kneeled at his feet, begging for the opportunity to be his.  What could he do?  He’d use her fully, train her in the art of being property then find a good home for her, as the slave of a worthy owner.  Other times, he came across women who were just too beautiful not to be slaves.  Other men would consider taking such a woman to bed to be the ultimate conquest.  Dave didn’t agree.  A beautiful woman begging him to collar her and do anything to her without limit was more of a challenge to him and Dave had proved times without number that he was capable of mastering the challenge.

Even though Dave and Bob had worked together for five years and had been close friends for two, it had only been in the last week that Bob had been introduced to Dave’s lifestyle.  Bob had accepted Dave’s hobby without judgment, but had no interest in seeing his friend whip a tied slave or have her perform for him.  There were only two people in Dave’s life that he cared enough about to hold his interest for more than a few moments and Dave knew this.

As soon as Bob walked his front door, his wife was on him about Emily.  She was so angry she didn’t even care that Bob’s buddy Dave from work had come in with him.

“I want her out of here!” She wailed to Bob.

Emily was the daughter of Bob’s wife.  At 25, Emily was still living at home, with no job and no intention of finding one.  She often claimed that the job of being a single parent to her son Alex was the only job she had time to do.  In reality, she really was a poor excuse for a parent, considering that she was out most evenings and only spent time with her son when a date got cancelled.  Emily’s mom helped him with homework, played with him and even took him to the doctor much more regularly than Emily, who’s car was regularly broken down.  In turn, Alex treated his mom more like a sister and his grandmother more like a mother.

Even though Emily was not Dave’s birth child, Emily called him dad and he doted on her, secretly giving her spending money every now and then, buying her clothes and making the regular repairs she needed on her car.  In return, she told him she loved him and would sometimes give him big hugs, which he especially enjoyed.  She shared her troubles with her dad, often crying on his shoulder when one of her many men-friends would upset her or do things that she didn’t enjoy.  One of the high points in Bob’s relationship with Emily was that she didn’t feel the need have secrets from him.  As a result, she would share things with him that girls don’t usually even share with boys, much less parents.  He knew all her fantasies and dreams, as well as details of the experimentation she’d had with sex.  If one of her men-friends tried something she’d never experienced in bed before, her step-dad was the first to hear about it.

Bob knew that the reason he was so privileged had nothing to do with his being the most special person in her life, but rather that she had no real friends because she treated people so poorly.  He knew she had a good heart, but a bad attitude to go with it.  When she wanted something, she would get it because she could be so nice.  But after she’d gotten what she wanted, the giver was then thrown aside, adding to a very long list of people with a grudge to bear against her.  Emily’s mom was the person who’s name was at the top of the list, yet she felt beholden to her daughter so she’d allowed her daughter to get more and more self-centered.  Bob knew that maybe today had been the last straw and Emily had finally pushed her mom too far.

Bob hugged his wife and told her he’d take care of it. 

“Ah, Bob?  Can I have a word?  In private, I mean,” Dave whispered to Bob.

“Sure Dave,” Bob replied, thinking that Dave was ready to get out of this scene of less than domestic bliss.

“Why don’t you give Emily to me for a few weeks?” Dave suggested as soon as Bob had ushered him out of the living room.  “I bet she’ll be a lot easier to deal with when she gets back.  It’s all about control.  Once Emily understands that someone else is in control of her, she can be taught how to act.  I’m willing to make her into the woman you want her to be,” Dave explained to him.

“You just want to fuck her,” Bob accused with a smile.

“If you can live with the idea of your buddy fucking your daughter, then I can!” Dave said with a grin.  “But if you agree, you have to promise me something.  You have to agree now that you’ll trust me and won’t interfere.  I’m going to be pretty rough on her, but it’ll be for her benefit.  In fact, the last time I did this, the chick ended up better off than most!”

“What do you mean,” Bob asked, puzzled.

“Well, she’s got a bunch of friends and she’s rich, in that order.  She used to be such a bitch that a buddy of mine named Ray had to do something about her before she got herself and him, ah… let’s just say that what would have happened would have been a shame.  I think he was pretty mad at her, because he spent a bunch of money getting me everything I thought I’d need to do a good job.”

“He was mad at her so he threw money around to make her loose her attitude?” Bob asked, puzzled.

“Well, he did something else too.  He asked me to turn her into a whore for him.  Not to be bragging, but I did such a good job that Ray worked out what my efforts were worth and the chick ended up paying me ten grand over the next 6 months and gave me as much sex as I wanted too.  Hearing your wife go off about Emily, reminded me how this chick was when I first got her.  In fact, I’ve still got all the stuff I got for her training, sitting around my basement.  I’ve even got video equipment,” Dave teased, drawing out the word so it sounded more like vee-dee-oh.

“You’ve got video of this woman?” Dave asked with some interest.

“Nah, I gave all that to Ray.  I was thinking of Emily though.  Ever wanted to see her naked?”

“Of course not.  She’s my daughter!” Bob replied sarcastically, causing them both to laugh.

“So do you think you could make Emily a useful member of society,” Bob asked with a smile.

“Only if you want a daughter that’s a whore!” Dave responded, laughing.

“Okay,” Bob said, his smile disappearing.

“Are you serious?” Dave asked, this time he was stunned at Bob’s suggestion.

“I kind of like the idea of my daughter as a whore.  It’d be payback for the years of trouble she’s been.  Just a shame you can’t fix them both up.”

“You want me to?”

“NO!  I was just joking,” Bob said.  But the seed was planted.

“I’ll leave it up to you to handle the arrangements any way you want,” Bob began.  “As far as I’m concerned, you’ve got a green light.  But Emily’s going to be the one to convince, not my wife.”

“Let’s play it by ear then, huh,” Dave suggested.

The pair went back into the living room and found that Bob’s wife had stopped crying, but she was just sitting there, lost in her thoughts.  Emily chose that moment to arrive home.  She came in the front door in a rush, telling everyone in the room she was sorry she was late.

“Mom’s car had no fucking gas in it, so I ran out,” she said, looking accusingly at her mother.

“I never even said you could use it, much less use the last of the gas in it.  I knew there was just enough to get to the gas station.  I ‘was’ going to do that before I went to the salon, but here I sit waiting for you to get home instead.  My appointment was two hours ago!”

“I can’t believe you mom!” Emily shouted, ignoring the fact that Bob had company with him.

She was about to launch into a tirade directed at her mom when Bob interrupted.

“You know your mother doesn’t like it when you cuss, young lady,” Bob said quietly, stopping Emily in her tracks.  “Your mother told me what happened.  She also said she could not live like this any more.  You’re 25 years of age and you’re stealing your mother’s car!”

“Well I’ll move out then!” Emily threatened in a loud voice, knowing she had nowhere to go and that Bob would probably not let that happen anyway.

“You could come live with me if you like,” Dave interjected.  “I’ve got room and you could try it out for a few weeks to see if you like it, if you want.”

Emily looked at him as if seeing him for the first time.  “Thanks Dave, but I don’t need…  Okay, that’d be great,” she said, changing her mind in mid sentence.  She looked at her mom and said, “See, not everyone’s a bitch like you!”

“Well go then and good riddance!” she said, tears once again forming in her eyes.

“I’ll just get a bag,” Emily said to Dave.  “Can we go now?”

“That’d be fine.  I’ll be right here when you’re ready.”

“I’ll just be a minute,” Emily said, stalking out of the living room.

Dave got down on his knees in front of Bob’s wife and took her chin in his hand, lifting her head so her eyes were looking into his.  “Give me a few weeks and I’ll return her, a different person,” he promised.  “Just don’t expect to see her till then, okay?  She’d pretty angry too right now.”

“She didn’t even mention Alex,” Bob’s wife said scornfully.  “If he weren’t already going away with Bob’s parents, I’d almost bet she would forget to take him with her anyway.”

“Well let’s not go there right now, okay?  I’ll look after Emily and you can have the house to yourself and Bob.  Does that sound good?”

Bob’s wife managed a smile and quietly said thanks.  “You’re a good man, Dave.  Bob’s… no, we’re lucky to call you friend.”  She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

In a few minutes, Emily was back with a couple of bags.  “Are you ready, Dave?  The sooner I can get out of this torture chamber, the better!”

Dave smiled a little smile.  Out of the frying pan, into the fire, he thought to himself.  Out loud he said, “Give your mom and dad a hug and lets go.”

Emily gave her dad a long hug but ignored her mother.  Eventually they left without another word, Dave turning around at the door to wave goodbye to his friend, giving him a quick wink and noticing that there was a slight bulge in Bob’s pants.

When they got to Dave’s house, Emily was surprised at its size.  “It’s huge,” she said in wonder.

“I got it when my parents passed on.  It used to be on a hundred acres and my grand daddy built the farmhouse himself.  Times have changed and all that’s left is the farmhouse.  But I call it home and it’s comfy.”

Inside, Dave showed Emily to the sitting room and made sure she was comfortable before disappearing into the kitchen to get them each a drink to celebrate.  Emily hadn’t really wanted a drink but Dave was insistent.  When he came back, he was holding two shot glasses.  After handing one to Emily, he held his own up in a toast.

“To new beginnings,” he said and then downed his in one gulp.  “I know, you’re a girl, so you can’t do that,” he teased. 

Emily did, just to prove she could, spluttering a little as the alcohol burned its way into her empty stomach.

“Want another?” He asked.

“No thanks.  I’m not really in the mood to get drunk, she said.

Dave watched her for a few moments as the drug he’d put in her drink took effect, catching her glass just before it hit the carpet when she quietly passed out.  He took the glasses back into the kitchen, rinsed them and put them away.  Before putting it too away, he took a healthy slug from the bottle, enjoying its warmth.  The packet holding the powder he’d put into Emily’s drink went back into the cupboard over the refrigerator.

By the time he’d done this and returned he was sure the drug had been completely effective.  Emily made little snoring sounds as she slouched on the couch.  Kneeling down, he removed her shoes and then enjoyed the act of unbuttoning her jeans and peeling them off her body.  She was wearing a glittery, string thong, which came off with the jeans, revealing that she shaved her pubic region bare.  Dave took his fingers and gently brushed over the area, wondering if maybe she actually waxed.  There was not even a hint of stubble, not it mattered when compared with seeing his buddy’s daughter sitting on his couch wearing nothing below the waist and displaying a cute, bald pussy with nice tight lips wasn’t just delightful to see.

Next, he leaned her forward, removed her light jacket and just took a few moments to admire her in her tee shirt.  Looking forward to seeing what lay beneath but in no real hurry, he grabbed the hem of the tee shirt and peeled it up her torso, causing it to catch momentarily on the underside of her bra and making him tug just a little harder.  When the shirt reached her armpits, he just kept pulling upwards, lifting her arms with the shirt as if she were helping him and not unconscious.  As the shirt was finally released from her body, her arms fell down again, causing her boobs to jiggle in the lightly padded blue bra that didn’t even match her thong.

Dave reached around behind her and released her bra catch and then pulled the straps forward and down her arms.  He paid special attention as the bra cups parted company with her breasts, slowly revealing more and more skin until there was nothing to hold the cups in contact with Emily’s body and they fell away from her entirely, revealing his favorite sort of nipples.  Big and juicy nubs that stood out from her areola even when not aroused.

Dave used his lips, teeth and tongue to stimulate the sleeping woman’s nipples and found that she responded nicely.  Looking down, he saw that her clit even began to peek out of its little nest with no additional attention.

Satisfied with the clay that was Emily, he pushed an arm between her thighs and the couch cushion and the other behind her back and easily lifted her free of the couch.  He walked through the house, down the steps into the basement.  On the far side of the basement was a blank wall with a few odds and ends hanging from nails driven into the plaster.  Dave paused at the wall, tapped a hidden mechanism that released a catch and backing up, used his body to push the now exposed door open.  There was just enough light spilling through the doorway and into the room beyond for him to see what he was doing.  He lowered Emily’s naked body to the rough stone floor, laying her out flat, then returned to the doorway.  Inside the doorframe was a switch that he pressed, causing the room to be illuminated by many electric candles high up on the walls.

It had actually been a while since he’d been in the room and it was obvious that it needed dusting.  Cobwebs clung to the overhead rafters, and to the stone walls that made up three sides of the fourteen by twenty room.  Releasing the tiebacks on two large drapes, he coughed when dust flew everywhere as the heavy velvet drapes settled into a closed position, momentarily cutting off his view of Emily and the room in front of the door.  Dave closed the door and reset the release switch and once more the door disappeared into the wall, being hidden from fairly careful scrutiny on both sides.  Also hidden was that the core of the door was made of steel, as was the wall under the sheetrock surface.

Parting the curtains carefully to avoid upsetting any more dust, Dave made his way back to Emily’s new living quarters.  He went directly to a metal cabinet bolted to the wall and removed the items he would need for the next phase of his work.  He pulled out shackles, which he closed and locked around Emily’s wrists and ankles.  A blindfold that fitted snugly against her eye sockets quickly followed.

Dave wasn’t sure about the next item he took from the shelf.  It was three shiny metal rings with chains that dangled from each of the larger, four inch-diameter rings.  Connecting these two rings together was the third ring, this one of an inch in diameter.  Shrugging, Dave decided to attempt to make it fit Emily, even though they were made especially for his last ‘student’.

Dave kneeled down next to Emily and bent her into a sitting position.  He then enjoyed the task of mauling her tit-flesh as he worked her breasts through the rings.  Eventually the rings were laying flat against her ribcage, her breasts seeming to burst through the holes, already gaining a bluish tint that resulted from the semi-restricted blood flow.  With a padlock, he secured the straps of her new ‘bra’ behind her back.  Next came the leather belt.  It was about two and a half inches wide and went around her waist.  This one wasn’t there to hold anything up though, but rather to reduce the overall circumference of Emily’s waist and restrict her breathing by reducing her diaphragm’s ability to work.  When he’d notched it as tightly as he could, he was able to see that he’d reduced her waist by about five inches, which resulted in her breathing being faster and shallower.

Next came the arm bindings, which took no time at all to fit, her elbows locked together behind her back and her forearms in a single sleeve that ended just short of her manacled wrists.

Bending Emily’s inert form forward, he pushed on her head and back until her cheek was pressed against the ground between her spread knees.  This pleased him, as his last female had not been nearly as limber.  With a few light chains, he secured her in this position, before pivoting her so her back was again laying on the stone floor but now her legs were bent so far over her head that her toes touched the floor behind her head.  Dave took a moment to admire his work.  If he’d wanted to, he’d have been able to use either of her lower holes in this position, but he didn’t do it, preferring to wait until she awoke.  He considered adding to the chains securing her so that she would not be able to bend her knees then remembered that would be a mistake.  The up side was that when he was ready, he’d have her waddle on her own two feet, her head between her own thighs, unable to see where she was going.  Dave smiled at the thought and his cock twitched in anticipation.

For the final touch, Dave took out a pair of six-inch stiletto shoes, which he locked onto Emily’s feet.  They were a size too small, but he managed it anyway.  That discomfort would probably be nothing in comparison to the cramps in her stretched arms, back, jaw and tits, he thought happily.

He glanced at his watch, noting that the drug would begin wearing off soon.  Picking Emily up at the waist, her feet pointing the way and his head enticingly close to her exposed sex, Dave carried her to a wall and padlocked her belt to a short chain attached to an O-ring already embedded in the wall.

Then he sat on a nearby chair and waited.  The wait was longer than he’d anticipated.  I must have given her a bigger dose than I’d meant to, he thought to himself.  Eventually Emily began to make the noises he associated with a drug-victim waking up.  The first squeal told him that Emily was semi-conscious and the first disbelieving expletive told him she was now fully awake.

“What the FUCK!” Emily screamed.   “Oww!! Hurts!!  Let me fucking go, whoever you are!!  When I get my hands on you, you are going to be so fucking sorry that you’ll wish your parents hadn’t even been born!!” 

By this time Emily had already exhausted her limited breath and was taking as much air in through her mouth as her lungs could get.

Attempting a different tactic, Emily eventually tried again.  “Dave, are you there?” she asked into her sightless world.

Dave said nothing.  Eventually Emily tried a third time.

“What have you done with Dave?” Emily asked, now openly crying and again panting due to her shortness of breath.  “Please let me go.  I wont tell anyone.  I’ll even suck your dick if that’s what you want.  Just pleeeease let me go.  This hurts really bad!!”

Dave finally spoke to her, using the voice of a drill sergeant.  “On your feet you stupid tub of lard! He bellowed, following up by kissing her right buttock lightly with his cane when she didn’t move.  It was little more than a tap, designed to let her know he had a weapon and wouldn’t hesitate to use it, but Emily began wriggling and writhing around on the floor as if he’s just cut off a nipple to get his point across. 

“Dave, is that you?  She finally asked.  “Oh please don’t do this to me Dave.  Please let me go,” Emily pleaded, all dignity forgotten.

Instead of answering, a second, harder tap helped her motivation to do as she was told.  It took a full twenty seconds, but eventually, Emily was painfully on her feet, looking like a contortionist, half crouching in the 6-inch heels, her blindfolded head secured between her own lower thighs and her long brown hair almost brushing the floor.

This time, in a calm, quiet, but nasty voice, Dave continued.  “Shut up you stupid, cow.  Listen to me.  Can you do that?”

“Dave, please let me go.  I’m sorry I took the car.  I’m sorry I made mom cry.  I won’t ever do it again, I prom…. Eeeeooowwwwwww!!!!” Emily howled, her words cut off as Dave landed a heavy swing of a cane on her lovely, alabaster bottom, which was now in the perfect position for a caning.

“I asked you nicely to listen.  I don’t like to repeat myself.  Is THAT clear?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Emily chanted, just about hyperventilating now.

“Good.  As of this moment forward, until I say so, you are mine.  Your loving mom wanted you out because what you did today was the final straw.  You’ve spent your whole life attempting to make hers a misery and now you are getting your reward.”

“I’m so sorry,” Emily coughed and cried, hysterical now.  “I’ll be good from now on, I promise!”

“You will be good from now on because if you aren’t I’ll rip the skin from your bones, little by little, starting with your cunt, then tits, then legs.  First of all, you’re going to be good by heeding the first rule.  A cunt only speaks when it’s asked a question that I want an answer to.”

“Yes, oh yes, I can do that!  Just please don’t cane me again!” Emily pleaded.

Dave shook his head sadly, thinking, some bitches just don’t get it, do they?

He raised the cane and this time aimed for her pussy, just as he’d promised.  If the basement hadn’t been very well soundproofed, the neighbors might have heard her scream.  It was earsplitting.  Emily lost bladder control as soon as her body registered the impact of the cane against her pussy lips.  Urine squirted across the room in an arc, but quickly fell to a trickle, some of which fell onto her own face.

“When I want an answer, I’ll ask a question, you stupid cunt,” Dave said as if explaining something simple to a 3 year old.

After he saw that she’d gotten her breath back, Dave demanded, “Repeat your first rule back to me.”

Emily hesitated.  Was it a trick?  It certainly wasn’t a question.  But if she didn’t follow orders, she’d be skinned alive.  So certainly orders to talk were the same as questions?  Emily hoped so.

“I only speak when you ask me to?” she said timidly, making her words sound more like a question than a statement.

The whip cracked down hard across her butt, leaving a cruel red line where it landed.

“You are no longer your own person.  You are mine.  That means that if you’re referring to my property when you talk, you do your best to describe it the same as I did.  It’s a respect thing,” he told her, “And I demand respect.  The slower you learn, the longer you stay tied up just as you are.  After a week or two, you wont be able to stand up straight anymore, even if I do untie you,” he added for emphasis. 

Emily believed him.  Her arms, legs, back, waist, chest, ass and pussy were all on fire.  Already she believed she’d never live through the night if he didn’t untie her soon.  She’d never known as much pain in her young life. Wisely, this time she said nothing when he paused.

“Now, I’ll ask a different question and see if you can get it right this time you dumb cunt.  What’s your name?”

“Emily ignored the pains in her back, her tits, her legs, her feet, the cramps in her waist and now the burning in her pussy and her ass too.  Her whole focus was on how she was going to answer him.  If he was asking what the name of his car was, or his television, or his dog, she would reply that it’s name was anything he wanted to call it.  Maybe that’s what he meant?  Terrified of another stripe with the cane, but knowing she was taking too long to answer she decided she had to say something.

“Your…” She began.

What was she to him?  His slave?  His female?  His cunt.  No, she was his dumb cunt.  That’s what he’d called her!

Almost happy at knowing she was going to get the answer right this time, she replied, “Your dumb cunt is called anything her owner wants her to be called.”

She half expected the cane to descend on her unprotected ass again anyway and the sense of relief when it didn’t was almost palpable.

“Good little slut,” he praised her. 

Her pain-addled brain captured his words and clung to them.  He’d said something nice to her.  She was being good!  She was a good dumb cunt.  In her hysteria, she almost giggled.

“Now, tell me again.  What’s the first rule?”

This is easy, Emily thought to herself, almost on autopilot as her brain began compensating for all the pains she was enduring by releasing endorphins into her system.

“Your dumb cunt will only speak when her slutty ass is told to?” she said, hoping that the extra words would please him even more.

“Good!  Maybe something’s getting into that retarded brain of yours after all.”

He’d done it again.  He’s happy, she thought to herself.  Maybe he’ll untie me after all.  She was about to ask him when she caught herself, remembering that her dumb cunt mouth had got her a caning in the first place.

Already, her brain was re-associating her thinking the way he wanted it to.

Dave moved closer to her and absently stroked her ass, fingering the line the cane had left on her cheeks.

“You said you’d give me blowjob if I let you go.  Granted, you didn’t know that you were my property at the time, but you do now.  Unfortunately, you can’t give a blowjob with your head between your legs anyway.  Unless I tie you up differently, that is.  Would you like to be tied up differently so that you could give me head?” he asked quietly.

Emily’s brain was being assaulted with too much.  Almost driven mad with the pains in her body, her shallow breathing was causing her to feel lightheaded too.  Was Dave telling her he was going to untie her?  No.  Just tie differently.  Would it hurt so much to be tied differently, or would it hurt more?  What was it he asked her?  It was something about blowjobs.  Did she like giving them?  No, that wasn’t it.  Would she give him one?  Yes, that was the question.  No, she couldn’t give him one, could she?  He hurt her.  He was a bad man.  But she did like giving blowjobs.  Why couldn’t he be nice to her?  She’d give him a blowjob if he would be nice to her.  Maybe she could make a deal, she thought.

Dave watched Emily carefully.  It was almost impossible to read her face while she had her thighs in the way, so he just concentrated on her eyes.  He could see that she was struggling with something in her mind, but he had no idea what it was.

Eventually Emily figured out what she wanted to say.

“This cunt… slut wants to know if she can go home after she sucks your dick?” Emily managed to ask.

“What the fuck has that got to do with it,” Dave demanded angrily.

Emily was horrified at herself.  How could she have asked such a thing?  Stupid bitch.  Dumb whore.  Just like he said you were, she berated herself. I hope he whips the crap out of me.  I deserve it, she thought, almost giggling again at the thought of her pooping while he caned her.

The rational side of her brain intervened before she could voice her thoughts.  “I’ll do it, I’ll do it!” She blurted before thinking.

Crack!!  The cane came down and made a new crimson line, parallel to the first on Emily’s ass.

“I can do this all day.  Want to try again?”

“Your bitch is sorry, master!”  Emily didn’t even know where that came from.  It just seemed right to call him master.  After all, her tortured brain reasoned, he was calling the shots right now.  “Please give this stupid cow another chance.  She’ll suck you real good!” 

Part of Emily’s brain heard the words she was saying and was horrified to discover that she meant every word.  She was sorry.  She would give him oral sex and she’d do her best.  Despite the horror of what she was being put through, she was even getting damp between her legs.  That, this part of her brain decided, was the most horrible part of all this.  Her body was lubricating at the thought of letting this monster put his cock in her mouth.  How disgusting!  What a whore, she thought to herself.  Getting horny at the thought of taking on this bastard’s three-inch pecker!

Dave made a show of studying her, although he wasn’t even sure she could see him through her tears.  With a hand cupping his chin in a thoughtful manner, for a few seconds he pretended to weigh up whether or not to let her.  Eventually he reached for the padlock that connected the chain between her and the wall and opened it, allowing the chain to swing free.

“Okay,” he said at last.  “Get that sad excuse for a body into the middle of the room.  MOVE,” he bellowed.

Emily just about fell when she finally, fearfully attempted her first step.  She’d never been in such high heels before.  On top of that, she’d never had to stand with her head between her legs before either.  The combination of the two added to actually walking, was almost too much for her, despite her natural agility.  By the time she’d moved three steps, she was practically crouching in an attempt to save herself additional pain if she was to actually fall.  Dave wasn’t about to let that go.

“I didn’t tell you to waddle, piss-face!  Stand up and show me how your ass moves when you walk.  Make it sexy!”

“Emily began bawling again, which only made her task more difficult, but she did manage to follow instructions, regardless of the raging cramps eating up her stomach and beginning to grip her calves.  Even in cheerleading practice she’d never had to bear such a bend for so long, and back then, there had been boys to impress.  The thought of having her nipples cut off was all that saved her from just rolling into a ball on the floor and going completely crazy.  That and the fact that her body was doing it’s best to convince her brain that for some reason she was beginning to get turned on by all this torture.

The movement that Dave was forcing on Emily served a purpose other than just humiliating and hurting her.  With her head secured upside down between her thighs, he was giving her something to focus on other than her pain and humiliation.  He wanted those things to be of little or no importance to the new and improved Emily, so making her walk like that would force her to concentrate on keeping her body upright and following instructions.  Her feet were pointing one way, her head the other.  She now knew there was a wall behind her, so she would have to make her feet walk forward, even though it would seem as if she needed to walk backwards.  Being bent over as much as she was, drastically affected her balance so he knew her whole concentration would have to be devoted to her balance, her legs and her feet.  Step by torturous step, Emily moved towards the center of the room until Dave told her to stop.

“Tell me how much you want to be tied differently.  Make me want to change the way you’re tied even though I like the view now.  I’ve got a good view of your asshole and pussy.”

Emily didn’t care that he was looking at her naked or that he could actually stare at her pussy and ass just because he wanted to.  The once shy girl never even gave her humiliating nudity a thought.  All she wanted was to not be tied like this anymore.  She didn’t care if he wanted to tie her up in another way, just so long as she could stretch her back for a few seconds.  She’d give anything for that.  She’d suck him or she’d fuck him.  She thought she’d probably let him fuck her ass if he wanted.  Just so long as she could make the cramps stop.  She’d tell him anything he wanted to hear, no matter what it was.  But he was making her think of it herself!  How unfair!!

“Your retarded slut cunt hopes her master would reward her for trying really hard to please him by tying her so she can give him the best blowjob a worthless whore like her can manage…. Master.”  Emily used every descriptive word she could remember hearing him utter to describe herself, making sure she even called him her master for good measure.  She wasn’t sure if she’d already called him master, so she repeated it.

“All right then bitch, but I’m doing this as a favor to you for being good.  If you let me down, I’ll pull your head so far between your legs that your mouth will be on your crack and you can lick your own asshole.  Do you understand? 

“Yes master, this stupid bitch thinks she understands.  Thank you for being so generous sir,” Emily said, meaning every word.

Dave approached her with a spreader bar in his hand.  Connecting one end to one of her ankle manacles, he made her shuffle her feet as far apart as the tie he currently had her in would allow.  This was just enough to make it possible for him to connect the other end of the spreader bar to her other ankle.  Next, he unshackled the chain that held her bound in her bent-double position and told her to stand up straight.  The instruction took a couple of seconds to register in Emily’s spinning brain.  When she did, a scream broke free as the change in posture caused her yet more new pain.

As soon as she was able catch her breath again and control her crying, Emily stammered out an apology for screaming without permission, thinking she was going to be punished again for her outburst.

Dave was particularly pleased to hear her apologize, even though she spoke without permission, because it meant she was reacting in the way he’d predicted.

“You are allowed to scream unless I forbid it,” he told her.  “What you are not allowed to do is break the rules, you stupid bitch.  So far, I’ve only given you one rule.  What is the rule?”

“Your stupid bitch only speaks when her master tells her to,” she said, immediately realizing she’d broken the rule again, which made her sob almost uncontrollably.

“So you know what you did, huh slut?” Dave asked.

Emily nodded her head in despair.

“And you know you’re going to be punished, don’t you?”

Emily began to cry harder, but nodded her head again.

“Stop crying slut,” Dave ordered, wondering if Emily had it in her to do so.

Emily was feeling so sorry for herself that try as she might she was unable to control her crying, spluttering or hiccupping, which only made her cry more.

In the end, Dave just took the crop, walked behind her and gave her two more stripes to add to the two already vividly rendered on her butt cheeks.  She screamed, but the caning had helped focus her attention away from herself again, which in turn helped her stem her crying.

“You need to focus or you wont be able to suck my cock properly,” he told her.  “And I’m sure you want to be a good cock-sucking slut for me.  What I’ll do as a reward if you can make me cum within ten minutes is not tie you up any more than you are now.  Also, if you desperately want to ask me something, you’ve earned permission to say one word.  You can say the word Master and I’ll know you want to speak.  But beware.  If you ask a stupid question that makes me angry, you’ll pay the price!  Do you understand?”

“Your retarded cunt thinks it understands, Master.”

“Good.  Now, get down on your knees and prepare your mouth for me.”

Emily wondered what he meant, but with difficulty caused by the heels and the fact that her arms were still secured behind her back, she finally managed to get to her knees anyway.

“There’s one thing I’m going to do, because I have no reason to trust you yet.  Trust is something you’ll have to work really hard to earn,” he stated flatly. 

Dave went to the shelf and picked up a ring-gag that he adjusted and began fitting to her head.  While he was fighting with the harness that went around the back of her head, he momentarily considered shaving her long brown hair to make the job easier.  Then he reconsidered, thinking of the benefit of leaving her hair to be tightly braided later on.  Finally the ring-gag was in place, effectively locking her jaws open.   Emily hadn’t resisted at all.

When he was done, he patted her head affectionately and stood back to look at her, wondering if it wasn’t something akin to a purr she’d just emitted.  She kneeled in front of him looking straight ahead, the blindfold completely blotting out all light from reaching her eyes.  Her bound arms caused her back to stay erect and her chest to be pushed out. The bondage bra had caused her tits to turn a bluish color although this only highlighted her areolas, which draw his eyes’ attention to them and made him want to cane or whip them, although he knew he wouldn’t be doing that just yet.  Her figure looked fantastic the way she was kneeling.  Her hips flared out beautifully from her cinched waist to her long legs, spread due to the spreader bar around her ankles.  The way the ring gag stretched her mouth into an inviting cavern was making him harder by the moment.

Emily was juiced.  Here she was, blind, on her knees, restrained, uncomfortably gagged, her ass on fire from the recent caning and waiting to have a cock rape her mouth.  Yet she couldn’t remember ever having been so turned on.  If she’d been able to reach her pussy, she would have rubbed it.  I really am a slut, aren’t I? She thought to herself.  When Dave petted her head, she almost collapsed.  She couldn’t believe herself.  She sincerely wanted to thank him for… For what, she didn’t know.  Maybe she just wanted to say thank you for being gentle with her?  Maybe it was for being harsh with her?  Her mind was so overloaded with sensation and emotion that she was simply unable to sort out her feelings.  He was so strong and so dominant.  He just took what he wanted.  She wondered briefly if maybe that’s what she liked the most. 

When Emily felt the head of Dave’s cock slide into her mouth she was unprepared for the size of it.  She could tell that he was just feeding her the knob, but it filled her mouth so much that she wished she could see the whole thing and wrap her hands around it.  She tried to stop her tongue from moving but she was just too intrigued at the thought of feeling it.  Dave was happy to let her try of wrap her tongue around his knob for a few seconds, but quickly grew impatient to really do the job he’d started.  Grabbing handfulls of her hair, he commenced facefucking her, using her own hair to pull her mouth over his cock.  She was drooling over her chin, having totally given up attempting to help him get off quickly, when he began pulling on her nipples and sliding further into her throat.  She squealed around his cock as his nails dug deeply into her sensitive nipples, all the more sensitive due to the ring bra he’d fastened earlier.

At last he came, almost choking her as she swallowed his slimy seed as quickly as she could.  Dave finally withdrew from the confines of her mouth.  He bent over and felt between her legs until he located her clit poking erectly out of the confines of its sheath within the swampy confines of her pussy.  A quick squeeze was all he had to provide her with, for her to cum on his hand in a great, shuddering flow.

“Good little cunt,” he remarked, again patting her head.  I can see you’re doing well.  Lets see how good you are at this,” he said, before taking hold of his now-flaccid cock and pissing on her face, ensuring he got at least some into her mouth.  Emily tried to twist her head but her movement was not enough to avoid the stream hitting her face and going into her mouth.  She was devastated when she felt her body betraying her revulsion at what was happening to her as waves of sick pleasure engulfed her whole being.

When he’d finished pissing, he went to the wall, took down a riding crop and began swatting Emily’s crotch with it.  He didn’t hit her particularly hard, but he ensured he caught her distended clit on a number of occasions, which felt like electric shocks to her.  The combination of the warmth she was feeling from the crop against her pussy lips and the fire from the crop against her clit was enough to send her screaming and moaning through the gag, over the top and into another climax.

Dave’s efforts were enough to push Emily beyond her endurance and into unconsciousness, leaving her twitching as the aftershocks of her greatest ever orgasm racked her tortured body.  Dave smiled down at the now-unconscious young soon-to-be slut.  He’d successfully introduced her to the world of the forced orgasm.  He felt that she’d almost had enough for one day so instead of waking her he simply scooped up her helpless body and carried her to his slave-cage.

When Emily woke a few minutes later she couldn’t move, but this was different.  Instead of being chained into immobility, she was now crammed into such a small space that she could hardly move anyway.  Although her arms were now free of their bindings and her breasts no longer encased in the horrid device he’d used on them, she almost wished he’d left her bound as she’d been instead of this!  She didn’t even have enough room to maneuver her hands to the front of her body where she wanted them so she could cup and massage the pains out of her tortured breasts.  This new bondage caused her to begin weeping again, just quietly in fear that Dave would punish her for it.  When she could cry no longer, she began to explore her changed captivity.  She realized she was in a cage, only a cage so small as to allow barely any movement.  She seemed to be alone in the dimly lit room that held her cage and this made her feel even more alone than she’d ever felt before.  She needed to use the bathroom and she knew she needed a shower; Dave’s piss was in her hair and the taste was still in her mouth, mingled with the taste of cum he’d pumped into her before pissing on her.

Dave finally got up from the armchair located behind her where he’d been sitting quietly.  Walking to the cage, he moved into Emily’s field of vision.

“This is where you’re going to spend your time for a while, slut.  When you can show me that you can be a good slut, being allowed out of the cage will be your reward.  I know this may take days or even weeks, but don’t worry.  I’ll feed you occasionally.  Whenever you want something, simply beg for it and I’ll consider it.  Simply begging to be allowed out of the cage is not an acceptable request however.  That will be punished.  I have electrodes that can reach your nipples and clit and I’d love to hear you scream as I burn away your sensitive tissues.  Spend your time here thinking on your new place and deciding if it’s worth crossing me.  Also, think of how you’re going to please me enough to reward you.  Good night cunt.”  With that, Dave left the room, leaving Emily to her misery in solitude.

Emily cried herself to sleep in the cage, sure that she was going to die at the hands of Dave and also sure that her mom wouldn’t even care if she was never heard from again.  A couple of times Emily awoke as a cramp seized her tortured body.  There was barely any room to move, much less stretch the muscle that cramped, but Emily did the best she could, eventually dozing off again as the pains temporarily subsided.  She had no idea how long she was left alone in her misery before Dave returned, but when he did, she was elated that she might be given a chance to show him how good she could be.

Dave looked at Emily through the cage bars, as if inspecting a wild animal.  Her skin was so brown that Dave momentarily wondered if she had some African American in her, then reconsidered as his eyes roamed over the patches of alabaster skin that would usually have been covered by some fairly revealing bikini. Emily didn’t even attempt to meet his gaze, instead lowering her head as much as the confined space allowed.

“Good morning,” Dave greeted Emily solemnly.  “Tell me what you have learned.”

“Good morning sir,” Emily responded after a moment’s silence while she gathered her jumbled thoughts.  Part of her wanted to scream at him for doing the things he’d done; yet instead she smiled as sweetly as she knew how and thought about how she was going to tell him what he wanted to hear.  She was devastated at herself, but she realized she wanted to just please him and be what he wanted her to be. “This stupid cunt has learned that you own her and she is your property to do with as you please.”  Emily paused again, not sure whether she ought to say more or stop there.  Quickly deciding that since Dave had told her to tell him everything she’d learned, she ought to carry on lest he punish her for missing something he thought was important.  “Sir, this dumb slut learned that you have an enormous cock that tastes really good and would fill her pussy really full,” she gushed, speaking quickly to save herself from the additional embarrassment that she was sure would halt any further words she might have.  “Sir, would you please let your little bitch out of the cage for a few minutes so you could sample her pussy?  Please, sir?”

Dave was pleased.  He knew this was just the beginning and that eventually Emily would rebel, but he was certainly ready to make the most of this little step while it lasted. 

“I don’t know,” he teased.  I kind of like the way you look in the cage.  I might just leave you there a little while longer.”

“Yes Master,” Emily replied, showing no anger, but just disappointment that she was not enticing enough.

“Maybe you could convince me what a dirty little slut you can be,” he suggested.  “What if I don’t want to dip my cock into your slimy pussy?  Can I put it somewhere else?” he asked.

“Of course sir!  Anywhere else you want,” Emily groveled.

“But I might want to fuck your ass,” he suggested.

Emily gasped, sure he’d be way too big for her tiny nether-hole, yet she knew she’d try just as hard as she could to accommodate him there if he really wanted to do it.

“I’ve never had anything back there, sir.  But your whore will try her best to make it good for you.”

Dave hadn’t expected quite this response.  He expected her to beg to be fucked in her pussy or mouth, but to have such quick acquiesce to an ass raping was music to his ears and his cock.  He wouldn’t take her ass today, he knew that, but it made him hard imagining her bent over, inviting his anal plunder with an enthusiasm she would not have dreamed of a couple of days ago.  He unlocked the cage without another word and Emily forced herself to back out, her muscles protesting all the while.  Yet she said nothing either, content to be able to move after the hours of immobility.  Once out of the cage, Emily stayed on hands and knees and turned around so that her head was inches from his groin.  Emily looked up at him briefly before rubbing her head over his groin like a pussycat begging for attention.

“Suck my cock,” Dave ordered her.

Emily reached up to unbutton and unzip his pants and received a stinging slap on the face for her efforts.

“I didn’t tell you to use your hands, did I?”

“No Master, your slave is sorry Master.”

Emily carefully worked the zipper of his jeans down using just her tongue, lips and teeth.  The button was the hardest part, but eventually she managed to get that undone too.  Eventually she was rewarded with the outline of a massive erection within Dave’s underwear, the knob almost pushing out of the waistband.  Emily used her mouth to free Dave’s cock from the confines of his underwear and began her task in earnest.  A few minutes of this was all Dave gave her before pulling out of her mouth, completely ridding himself of his pants and underwear, and positioning himself behind her. 

Dave roughly pushed Emily’s shoulders downwards, making her ass stick up and out.  Dave dropped to his knees behind Emily and took his slippery cock in his hand.  When he rubbed it against the lips of her pussy he was pleased to feel how wet she was.

“You pussy is absolutely gushing, you slut,” he announced to Emily.  It feels like you’re ready for my cock.”

“Yes sir,” a humiliated Emily said quietly.

Dave slapped her ass hard with his hand.  “I asked you a question and I expect a full answer.  I want to know if you want my cock in your slimy heifer cunt.  Tell me!”

“Yes, I want your big, hard cock filling my slutty wet pussy sir!” Emily whimpered.

She gasped as Dave slid his full length slowly into her in one thrust.  He then withdrew almost all the way out and slipped it home, faster this time.  Dave quickly built up a momentum, feeling Emily gripping his cock with her pussy harder with each thrust, finally letting out little grunts that turned to whines and then to squeals as he pounded her harder and harder.

“Do you want to cum, my little slut?” Dave asked.

“Yes… yes… please… I wanna cum, Master,” Emily pleaded.

“Whose slut are you?” Dave asked her while he continued pounding her.

“Yours sir!  This little cunt belongs to you!”

“And what will you do for me if I keep you as my slut and make you cum like you’ve never cum before?

Emily was on the verge of cumming and although she knew what she was saying was just to please Dave so he wouldn’t hurt her anymore, she meant it when she said, “Anything sir!!  You are my master and I’ll do anything!! Just please don’t stop now!”

She’d no more than uttered her last word when her pussy gripped Dave’s cock like a vice and she came as she’d never cum before.  It went on and on as Dave continued to poke her with his whole length.  Emily screamed through her orgasm and came again immediately when Dave grabbed a nipple with each hand and pulled on them violently, stretching them away from her chest.  Most of the women Dave had been with for the first time sagged under his assault when he first fucked them.  Emily was different though.  Even though she’d cum twice and was obviously tired, she kept herself in position for him to continue his thrusts into her now well-stretched pussy.  When Dave was almost ready to cum, he grabbed a handful of Emily’s long brown hair and pulled the back of her head down so she was almost looking at the ceiling.

“Do you want me to fill your scummy cunt with my cum, you whore?” Dave demanded.

“Yes, please, please fill me up!” Emily pleaded.

That was all Dave needed to hear.  He began to squirt huge amounts of his creamy seed into her gripping pussy.  He let go of her hair and grabbed her slim waist, forcing himself even more deeply into her tight, warm fuckhole.  The feeling of his cum filling her cunt forced another orgasm out of her and was enough to completely drain the last of her energy.  She slumped to the ground under Dave, causing his cock to slip out of her and his cum to begin squeezing it’s way out of her still-spasming cunt hole.

Emily recovered quickly and in fact Dave was still recovering himself when she turned herself around and actually used her own hair to wipe their combined juices off his cock.

“May I speak sir?” she asked when she’d finished.

“What is it slut?” Dave asked, not really caring too much at this point.

“I have never had such an intense orgasm in my life,” she gushed, “Much less three!  If this is what it means to be your slut, I am yours, without reservation!

“Good.  I expect no less than that.  Now get back in the cage slut.”

“But Master, haven’t I been good?”

“So?”

“But you said I wouldn’t have to be in the cage if I was good,” Emily practically sobbed.

“You don’t get it yet, do you slut?  You do what I want, whenever I want. If I want to whip you, I’ll whip you.  If I want you to cum, I’ll make you cum.  If I want to loan you to a friend, all you have to do is make him happy and if I tell you to get your fat ass into the cage, you’ll do it without question, understand?”

“But Da… Master, it’s so uncomfortable!”

“This is how it works, cunt.  I give you a point for being good.  Each time I think you’ve done something good, you add a point to your total.  Every time you’re a naughty little cunt, you get a point taken off.  If you end up with negative points, I’ll figure out a punishment to suit.  Now, this is the only time you’ll hear me repeat an instruction.  Get your fucking ass into the cage now!” Dave shouted at the frightened female.

“Emily hesitated too long while she processed this new information.  As soon as she heard Dave quietly count ‘1’, she was moving towards the cage and the confinement she hated so much.  As soon as Dave had locked the door behind her, she realized that she badly needed to use the bathroom.

“Can I speak master,” Emily asked from the tiny cage.

“No,” replied Dave, walking to the door and turning off the light.

Emily was left in the near darkness once more, but now totally aware of her need to pee.  She held it for hours until the cramps forced her to relieve herself right where she was, which only embarrassed her even more, making her sob at the shame of her position.

Dave kept her in the cage for the better part of a week, letting her out to provide him with sexual satisfaction as well as some of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had, to take a shower when she got too smelly and to run 5 miles, naked on the treadmill.  While she was out, he let her eat out of a bowl he put on the ground.  At first he tied her elbows behind her back so she couldn’t use her hands.  After a couple of days he stopped that, pleased that she’d gotten the idea and didn’t even attempt to use them, instead making the most of them to hold the bowl in place while she lapped at her food like a dog.  Every day, he’d use a fire hose to wash down the concrete floor of his dungeon, taking care of the wastes she’d produced.  Sometimes he left her in the cage while he did so, enjoying the way she’d shriek as the freezing water jetted against her skin.  He knew her last day in the cage had arrived when he just pointed at the open cage door and she didn’t hesitate at all, but instead hurried into her steel prison so he could lock the door.

On the first day of the second week with him, Dave allowed Emily something to wear.  It wasn’t much, in fact just a bolero jacket with no buttons.  The jacket did more to accentuate Emily’s nudity rather than cover it, yet Emily felt like it was her birthday.  The day before, Dave had left her alone in his own bathroom to prepare herself for him and it never even occurred to her to attempt to escape, not that she could have anyway.  All that was on her mind was the hot bath she was going to have and how she was going to best present herself to be taken by Dave. 

In just a week, she’d become almost addicted to the way Dave made her feel when he took her.  Everything from performing oral sex on him to spreading her legs for him made her instantly wet.  The previous day, when he’d gone down on her was burned into her memory like a brand.  He’d tied her up so she was helpless, her arms cuffed to chains hanging from the ceiling and her legs spread and fastened to receptacles in the concrete floor.  He had blindfolded her and had begun slowly torturing her helpless body with first a feather, then gently with a riding crop.  By the time he touched her pussy with the tip of his tongue, she was so primed that she’d orgasmed before he’d even touched her clit.

Standing in front of the mirror the next day, she wondered what she could do to make herself more attractive to the man that was soon to rape her again.  Emily had never been particularly imaginative, so it was difficult for her to think of any way she could improve her look for him.  If he’d allowed her clothing, she felt she could have at least dressed sexily for him.  Emily was about to give it up when an idea struck her.  Quickly she got out of the cabinet what she needed and when, after her bath, Dave saw her, she stood self-consciously in front of him fighting the urge to cover her breasts from his gaze by interlocking her fingers behind her back. 

Emily had always been very aware of how easily her nipples hardened and how distended they got, even when she didn’t feel particularly aroused, so generally she wore padded bras and sweaters to hide what she considered her biggest flaw.  When naked in front of a man, her arms or hair usually covered her breasts.  Now, she was being inspected and her nipples were almost painfully hard and completely exposed to his gaze, her hair tied with a simple scrunchie behind her head.  The fact that Dave could see her pussy didn’t cause any embarrassment at all.  That was one part of her body that she felt particularly pleased with.  She was even happier with it now, because she was freshly shaven, the brown curls erased using Dave’s shaver and her bald mound, as with the rest of her naked skin, glistening with a coating of baby oil.

Dave spoke almost softly to a fully aroused Emily as he appraised the vision in front of him.  “You, my dear, are going to have to learn to keep those nipples as ripe as they look right now.” 

Without another word, he latched onto the nipple closest to him with his lips and Emily almost collapsed as the sensations ripped through her.  It was as if her nipple had been hotwired to her clit.  When his teeth gently bit down, she came just as hard as she had when he’d gone down on her pussy.  She was so out of it that only when Dave released her nipple and wondered out loud if he was going to be able to get another finger in her, did she realize that he already had three fingers inside her steaming little love canal and her body was about to succumb to yet another orgasm.  As she came again, she felt sorrow that Dave had been unable to force his fourth finger in.  She felt she’d let him down and vowed to herself that next time, she would try harder to take his whole hand, and wrist, if he tried.

Dave had been so pleased with her progress that he decided to reward her with the bolero jacket, making sure to remind her that her fabulous nipples had to stay as hard and as well displayed as she could keep them.  From that moment onwards, Emily no longer thought of her nipples as a flaw.  Dave liked them, so she now considered them as an asset.

The evening of the eighth day of her time with Dave was also the first day she begged him for sex.  Wearing her new jacket, she posed for him, thrusting her chest out invitingly.

“Please sir, your slut is so horny.  Would you please consider filling this worthless cunt with your precious cum?  Your whore promises she’ll clean your fuck club off really good afterwards if you want,” she groveled. 

This was another first for her.  He’d cum in her mouth, but the thought of tasting her own juices was something she’d never considered before and something she found herself looking forward to, if he’d allow it.  Dave hesitated a moment to ensure it fully registered that he was agreeing to do her that ‘favor’ before he took her right there in the living room from behind.  He considered taking her anal cherry, as that was one thing he’d yet to force upon her, but decided that he’d reinforce the benefits of her cooperation by doing her in the way she wanted instead.  He did tell her before blowing his wad in her that the next time he fucked her it’d be in her ass.  Cleaning off his cock after sex was just as exciting as Emily had imagined and even the thought of being raped in her ass did not diminish the heat building once again between her slippery thighs.

Dave was gentle with her when, true to his promise, he fucked her ass the next day.  He took it slowly, rubbing her clit with his fingers while just the head of his cock penetrated her sphincter.  He took her to the very edge of orgasm, walking her through the best way to receive his cock as he slid evermore deeply into her rear entrance, finally taking her over the edge and into the abyss of orgasm as the hair on his balls touched her dripping pussy lips.  Afterwards, Emily wanted to talk about how she felt about anal sex but knew Dave wouldn’t want to hear it.  She did thank him for introducing her to this exciting new facet of sex, but she had to keep to herself the unfathomable emotions she knew would bore or maybe even anger him.  She wanted more than anything to talk to someone.  She had so many questions that she needed answers to.  Primarily, she had just one that demanded an answer.  It hurt so much to have a cock in her ass, yet she thought she’d be happy if Dave only ever fucked her there in the future.  How could that be, she needed to know.  Dave demanding that she clean him off interrupted her musing.  She got slowly to her feet to find a cloth and almost fainted when Dave told her to use her mouth.

It was a test Dave had been waiting to give her.  Although he knew women well and Emily better than many, he was fairly sure, but wasn’t fully confident, that she would do his bidding in this matter.  He gave himself a mental pat on the back when, with a tear sliding down her cheek, Emily dropped to her knees in front of him.  She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and engulfed his slippery, brown-stained member before she changed her mind.  As she cleaned him off, surprised that she was able to avoid retching, two thoughts crossed her mind.  She once again wished she had someone to talk to and she vowed that she’d keep her nether entrance clean in future.

Before the first two weeks had passed, Dave had taken Emily out of the house, dressed in a manner that would have made a stripper blush.  She wore the bolero, thigh-high stiletto boots Dave had purchased especially for her and a string thong.  Her tits were pushed out, as she knew he liked and her nipples were fully distended, easily a quarter inch long.  Even though Dave’s car was in the garage and she was not easily visible from the street, Emily was shaking badly as she traversed the few steps to the passenger door.  Dave had told her nothing of where they were going and she was dressed in more clothing than any time since being with Dave.  Emily was amazed at herself when she discovered that she was shaking so badly not in embarrassment, although she was feeling acutely humiliated, but that she was so turned on that she was almost cumming without even being touched. 

In the car, Dave ordered her to masturbate and as soon as she pulled aside the tiny thong to get at her pussy, Dave was rewarded with a very verbal climax, the motion of the fabric being dragged across her pussy lips enough to finish the job of making her cum.  She dutifully played with herself anyway as Dave drove, getting off twice more and sitting in a puddle of her own juices when she became aware that Dave had stopped.  They were in a drive-thru and Dave was about to order burgers.  Her face was crimson when they pulled up to the window and although she couldn’t see the attendant and the attendant couldn’t see her face, she heard the voice of a female gasp as the attendant saw Emily’s crotch in the passenger seat.  Emily wanted to die of embarrassment, but instead, climaxed again.

Afterwards, Dave took her home, made her walk up the drive and wait outside the garage while he parked.  When Dave took her inside to fuck her, he found that she was so drenched that he was able to lubricate himself in her pussy then fuck her ass without any need for the K-Y jelly he’d used previously.

Dave’s best gift to Emily was on the last day of her first two weeks with him.  She was giving him a blowjob when the doorbell rang.  Emily tensed, hoping Dave wouldn’t ask her to answer it, but instead, he just told the caller to come in.  Dave had been expecting this visitor, so was not surprised when a tall redhead entered with a little Asian girl on a leash following on her hands and knees.  Emily stopped the blowjob, automatically covering her breasts and sitting back on her knees as the redhead appraised her.  Try as she might, even following a second warning from Dave, she couldn’t continue the blowjob in front of other women.  Dave slapped her hard across the face, leaving fingerprints.  Feeling pain like that after so long was enough and Emily, now sobbing, went back to the task at hand.  As she sucked on Dave’s cock, Dave began a conversation with the redhead. 

They talked for a couple of minutes as if Emily or the Asian weren’t even there, Dave explaining that Emily had only been with him for a couple of weeks and wasn’t yet used to company.  When the redhead suggested that Dave might consider piercing his female as her ‘pet’ had been pierced, Dave took a better look at the Asian.  She had nice little horizontal barbells through each nipple and a ring through her septum.  The additional stimulation the thought of piercing provided was enough to cause Dave to flood Emily’s mouth with a torrent of cum.  As Emily greedily swallowed his load, Dave concurred that piercing Emily would be a fitting way to remind her not to hesitate when he gave her an instruction.  After pulling his softening cock from Emily’s mouth, Dave told her to take pet to the kitchen and prepare something for their guest.  Dave pulled up his pants and sat on the couch next to the redhead, dismissing Emily and the Asian to their assigned task.

After the snack, the redhead and Dave went to the bedroom, leaving Emily to get to know pet.  While Dave noisily screwed the redhead in private, Emily tidied up the living room and the kitchen, the whole time chatting with pet.  She finally had someone to talk to!  She listened as pet told her how she’d met her mistress and how pet had always been submissive, finding herself identifying with much of what pet revealed to her.  Emily didn’t immediately understand pet’s desire to be tied or punished, but could easily relate to pet’s stories of her regular humiliations.  When she asked about pet’s pierced nipples and septum, pet gave her a detailed account of the day she’d been accepted by her mistress.

“It was a little less than a year ago,” pet began. 

“I have to tell it from the beginning, coz you have to understand why.  My boyfriend had taken me to a bar, basically to pimp me out.  We were both unemployed because I’d recently been laid off and Tim hadn’t been sober enough to work for a couple of years.  You know, it’s amazing what you’ll do when you’re hungry enough,” pet added, as if in justification.

“Anyway, this tall, beautiful redhead walked in. That’s mistress, by the way.  She looked at me, looked at Tim, and just came straight over.  I still don’t know how she knew, but she got into a conversation with Tim right away.  The next thing I knew, she was giving Tim a hundred bucks and telling me to follow her.  Right from the beginning I had no choice.  I just followed her out of the bar.  She took me to her place, made me shower, then she made me stand in the middle of this big, loft apartment naked while she looked me over.  I’d never been so embarrassed, or turned on!  Eventually she told me to kneel and she just walked up to me and lifted her skirt.  She wore no panties but she had a cute little red bush.  I never knew redheads had red pubic hair!  So then, she told me to start licking her pussy.  I’d never been with a woman before, and I had never even thought about actually doing it with a girl like some dyke or anything, but what choice did I have?  So I just sort of imagined what I’d like.  Boy was I surprised when I found that she tasted good!  She grabbed my head and pushed me harder against her crotch when she came.  I couldn’t breath and was gasping for air when she let me go.  I was still recovering when she reached down and found out how wet I’d gotten.  I felt so humiliated to be caught getting wet from doing lezzy stuff.  But she wasn’t finished.  She told me she’d paid for me and she planned on getting her money’s worth.  When she walked away then came back a few seconds later with a rope, I got terrified.  I thought she was some kind of murderer or something and I was looking at the door wondering how I was going to get away. She must have known what I was thinking coz she told me she wouldn’t damage me if I was good and for some reason, I believed her.  Yeah, she really used the word ‘damage’.  She wasn’t even lying I guess, because all she did was tie me up, finger me to orgasm, then made me do her again.  After that, she whipped me.  I know that sounds bad, but the way she did it got me all hot again.  When she was completely done, I was exhausted, but I’d had the best time I’d ever had with anyone and I told her so. After I got dressed, she gave me a hundred bucks for myself and said that if I were smart, I’d lose the boyfriend.  She also gave me a business card that had her name and number on it.  She told me that if I wanted a better life, she’d take me and make me hers and that I had a week to decide.  When I got back to the bar, Ted had drank away the hundred she’d given him and was ready to pimp me out again.  I told him he was a cocksucker and left. The next day I met with Mistress and she told me that if I was going to be hers, I wouldn’t be like her girlfriend or anything, but her toy.  She’d give me everything I needed and would look after me, but there was going to be a price.  When she told me she would pierce my nipples and nose, I almost changed my mind.  As you can see, I didn’t.”

“But it must have hurt!” Emily blurted out.

“Not the nose, but the nipples did.  I was glad I was strapped to a chair!  Mistress took me to a friend of hers who does piercing, sat me in his dentists chair, and used duct tape to attach my wrists to the arms of the chair.  She then used more tape around my neck so I could hardly move.  Mistress told me I had to watch what was done while she unbuttoned my blouse and used a pair of scissors to cut my bra off right up the front.  Then her friend came in and he was a big ugly biker guy.  He looked at me, ogled my boobs for a little while and even cupped them and bounced them around a bit.  This was a guy I’d never seen before and he just walked up to me and started playing with my tits like he did it every day!  I was mortified.  And my pussy started dripping I was so turned on!  He asked Mistress if I wanted the job done the nice way or the memorable way.  Of course Mistress chose the memorable way!  Mistress came around behind the chair and grabbed handfuls of my hair, using them like handles to push my head down so I couldn’t miss what was being done.  The guy went to a nearby table, picked up these huge pliers and came towards me.  If Mistress hadn’t been holding my hair so tightly, I think I would have fainted.  I started yelling, NO, NO, but the guy just ignored me.  In his other hand he held a swab soaked in alcohol.  He rubbed it all over my nipple and the alcohol was so cold it made my nipple really hard.  I was begging him not to do it but he took the pliers, placed the jaws over my nipple and squeezed.  I screamed, although it didn’t really feel all that bad.  It was just an automatic reaction, I guess.  What really hurt was when he picked up a HUGE needle and pushed it through a hole in one of the jaws of the pliers, right through my nipple and then through a hole in the other jaw.  I think I did faint that time because the next thing I remember seeing was the barbell that’s on there now.  I managed to stay awake when he did the other side, although it hurt just as much, so I know that he slid the needle all the way through, pulled it out the other side, then quickly pushed the bar through before removing the pliers.  The balls go on the ends last.  Mistress told me that I was nearly hers and that she was proud of me for being so brave, although I didn’t feel all that brave after making such a scene.  When the guy did my nose, I tried really hard, held my head really still and didn’t say anything until he was finished.  Then after that, I was owned.  I had a mistress!  You’ve got a master, so you know what it’s like.  Like nothing else ever!  I began crying, but I was trying to thank Mistress at the same time.  It was really weird.  Sure, my tits hurt a bit, but I was happier than I’d ever been before.  There’s no way you’ll be able to imagine the feeling of being marked as property unless you’re lucky enough to get your master’s mark, whatever form it takes.  When mistress pulled my pants and underwear down, right in front of the piercing guy and stuck a couple of fingers in me, I came harder than I had in years.”

When she began relating her own stories, pet asked if Emily minded her masturbating while she listened.  Pet told her that her mistress insisted she cum as many times every day as she could and even though masturbating in front of others embarrassed her, it made it so much better that she looked forward to doing it any time she could.  She didn’t quite know how it happened, but when Dave came into the room a couple of hours later, he found Emily rubbing pet’s clit while pet rubbed hers.

Emily snatched her hand back when she saw Dave, but instead of being angry, Dave ordered her to finish what she’d started.  When pet’s mistress entered behind Dave and saw what was happening, she berated pet for not offering her mouth to Emily’s pussy.  While Emily did her best to finger pet’s pussy, her face was beet-red as she submitted to pet’s ministrations, never having done anything sexual with a woman before.  When she came however, it was almost as violently as she did with Dave.  It was not a long time after her first female-induced orgasm that Emily’s face was lovingly buried between pet’s open thighs for Dave’s enjoyment as well as hers.

After that first meeting, Emily saw pet every day for the next week.  She saw how the redhead treated pet and became even more comfortable with the way Dave treated her, looking forward to the times Dave would have her do some of the things the redhead made pet do.  Pet and her talked about what Dave was doing to Emily, pet full of praise for how well Emily’s ‘training’ was going.   The two were ordered to make each other cum almost hourly when they were together and Emily quickly learned to let go of the vestiges of her former modesty.  Emily, who had never even had a fleeting thought of being attracted to another female before, eagerly awaited every one of pet’s visits and the talking and sex involved.  Pet was with them and lip-locked with Emily when Dave personally pierced Emily’s nipples and pussy, screaming in pain and orgasm as each of the new holes was made in her flesh.

At the end of the third week of Emily’s training, Dave felt that Emily was more than ready for the final test he had planned for her.  He’d kept Emily’s stepfather Bob advised of her progress complete with the video he’d promised and now was the day he was to show the ‘new’ Emily off in person.  Emily knew something big was to happen, but Dave didn’t share what it would be, which was not unusual.  Dave did allow Emily to spend a couple of hours alone with pet, explaining that it’d be her last chance for a while as pet was to be sent away for additional training.  Emily spent the time mostly cuddling with pet and even tortured her a little in ways she herself had come to find stimulating.  It was with sadness that she bid pet farewell, yet as the time for Emily’s latest test was drawing nearer, part of her mind turned to what was to be in store for her.