Capture and Training of a slave

It started when I won a lottery.  I kept it a secret I arranged to have JG Wentworth buy the Lottery winning ticket. It cost me $5million but no one besides the IRS knew how much money I had and where it came from. I goaded my wife into suing me for divorce, gave her what she thought was a generous settlement, and moved to a small town, where I could establish the life style that I wanted.

I bought a large piece of property out of town, donated to some local charities, became a silent partner in some small local businesses, and quickly became a valued member of the community. All this time I was scouting out the ladies in the area for a suitable target for my designs.  I found my target.

She was pretty, of course. She was around 30. If she was much younger, she would be constantly reminding me of my daughter, so 30 was fine. She was also new in the town; she had a small store that specialized in home design. “Liz has Designs on You”. Liz was struggling to pay her bills, did not have close friends and as Gilbert and Sullivan said in the Mikado, never would be missed. She did not seem to have much of a social life. She was 5ft 6 in and kept herself in great shape. Long dark hair, dark blue eyes, almost violet, and what seemed to be c cups. She was going to be a great slave.

The trick in planning a crime is to do it alone, no accomplices, no one to talk. So I planned this very carefully. I had too much to lose if something went wrong.  When she closed her store on Saturday night I was ready. I took my bike into town. I was known as someone who was green, no one thought anything of it. I drove past her store as she was closing up and discussed some home renovations that I was planning. She suggested that she could come out immediately and give me an estimate. I knew that she could use the business. I gave her directions and followed her on my Bike.  No one saw us together. I had not spoken to her previously. I would not be on her books. “Come in to my Parlor said the spider to the fly.”

The rest was so simple as to be a cliché. Yes the wine was drugged, but I had prepared the antidote for myself before I drank the wine. She did not.  She woke up an hour later. She was spread eagled on a bed, totally naked, except for a blindfold, a collar and leash and bands on her wrists and ankles that were attached to the four posts surrounding the bed. In addition, I had a gag in her mouth, a round hollow gag that fitted comfortably in her mouth when inserted but could be filled with air like a balloon so it put pressure on the jaw muscles and could not possibly be removed until and unless I let the air out.

I left her there while I cleaned up loose ends. I drove her car to the wrecker that I was a part owner of. I had the keys. I crushed the car and left it with the hundreds of other crushed cars. Hide in plain sight.  The wrecker had hundreds of crushed cars. They will be sent to be recycled. The next pickup is in two days. The end. I took my bike and went home. 

Liz had been awake for awhile but there wasn’t anything she could do. “Hello Liz,” I said in a very cheerful tone of voice. Why shouldn’t I be cheerful? I now owned a slave, though the slave did not know it yet. “Welcome to the rest of your life. You are going to learn to be my complete slave. Every action you take will be made solely to please me. You will beg to serve me; you will beg to suck my cock, to take my cock in your ass, in your cunt. You will do nothing without my permission. I will have complete control over you. You will eat what and where I tell you to, you will piss when and where I tell you, you will shit when and where I tell you.  I am not interested in anything at all you have to say, so you will not talk, except for thanking me for training you, for punishing you, for fucking you,  Most of all you will not cum without my permission. I am a kind and gentle man, and will only rarely whip you just because I want to, but any violations of these rules will be punished most severely. You will want to cum, you will beg me to cum, but if you cum, you will be punished.”

With that, I started to feel and caress her beautiful tits. I was going to train her through humiliation. Pain would play an important part in forcing her humiliation, but it was the humiliation of the slave that I enjoyed the most and the first step in her humiliation was to show her that her body itself betrays her.  She will be, against her will, brought to the edge of orgasm. I would bring her to that brink, show her that I knew she was anxious to cum, and then deny her the privilege.

Her tits were luscious, the nipples hardened quickly.  I started to lick and suck on them. I could see her excitement mounting. I brought my hand to play with her cunt. She shook as much as she could, within the confines of her bounds. She did not like having her body available to me. She hated being captive, being subject to my desires, not her own will. But her body was responding against her will. I could see her body flush, her breathing change. Her cunt was dripping.

Now came the key time.  I wanted her to want to cum but far enough from cumming that she could still control her desire. I was going to keep her in a constant state of desire, of sexual tension, that only I could satisfy, at my whim. She would learn that the only way she would gain release was to make me very happy with her obedience and attitude. The time had come.

I removed the gag from her mouth. As I did so I said with a great smile in my voice. “Slut, I know you want to cum. You have my permission to beg for permission to cum for my pleasure.” She took a few seconds to wet her throat and regain her voice. Then she surprised me with her answer. I could not have dreamed of a better response.  “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.”  I knew she would be angry. I wanted her to protest, but I could not have written a better line for her. I had my excuse to begin punishing her. Not that I needed an excuse, but Liz will think that her anger prompted her punishment. That was sweet.

I quickly pinched her nose and reinserted the gag. I again put the air in the gag, even more than before. There was extreme pressure on her jaws. I said in a very cheerful voice, “That is a very good idea, Liz; I will have you fuck my horses. I have four horses on my estate, and you will beg to fuck each one, but you are not ready for that yet. But don’t worry; my horses will wait for you.” Here I changed my voice from cheerful, to sad and pitying. “But first you must be punished for your anger and tone. You must always address me worshipfully, as Master. You must apologize.” With that, I took out metal binder clips and placed one on her right nipple and one on her left. This was the first pain that I had given her, and she did not like it at all. She was attempting to scream through her gag. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, both to pleasure and to pain. The clips I used were extremely tight. I had tried them out myself and had to take them off after two seconds, but unfortunately for Liz, she could not take them off herself. I would take them off, when it pleased me to do so. She was shaking and banging her head as hard as she could, within the confines of her tight bonds. I was glad that I thought to put a pillow under her head, because if not she would have injured herself.

As I removed her gag I told her that she has my permission to apologize. Very honestly, I had contemplated putting the clips on her cunt and clit as well, but I think I was quick to adjust. I never saw anyone in such pain and saved the cunt and clit for another time. Liz was crying and panting. As the gag came out, she screamed in total pain and despair. Again I used my most cheerful voice. “Liz, I am giving you permission to apologize. I suggest you take advantage of my mercy and generosity and humbly apologize for your unforgiveable anger and rudeness. Remember, you must address me as Master, and you will not use the word “I”. You will refer to yourself as “your worthless slave”.  Now out pull yourself together, or I will just walk away.”

I could see her struggling to control her pain. She started to gasp with great difficulty. “Master, your worthless slave begs forgiveness for her unforgivable rudeness, and her anger. I beg your mercy and forgiveness. Would Master be generous and merciful and remove the clips from your worthless slaves tits, as they are causing your worthless slave great pain. Please forgive me.” Liz was smarter than I thought. Under the great pain that she was feeling, she was still able to hear me, remember all the key words and phrases that I gave her, and parrot them back to me. I would remove the clips, but I would demand a humiliating price first.

“I will remove the clips, but first you must show your sincere acceptance of your slavery, and worship of me, your Master. I want you to beg for permission to worship and lick my ass.” She hesitated briefly, I myself was not sure if it was a hesitation in obedience or just a brief pause to put her words together. I would let it go this time. “Dear Master, your worthless slave humbly begs permission to demonstrate her worship for you, My Master, by worshipping and licking your ass.” She was in great pain the she had to gasp out the words between tears and grunts of pain. I pulled down my pants and placed my ass over her mouth. I was facing her cunt and started to rub her cunt as she licked my crack. I could sense the hesitancy and distaste. “Harder, faster, deeper. Let me feel the eagerness and love as you worship my ass.” I felt her tongue go deeper into my ass as she very obviously conquered her distaste and fulfilled my desire. I removed the clips as she gasped in more pain as the blood flowed back into her nipples. I stayed on her face as I made her continue licking my ass as the pain decreased. She will remember how she continued to lick my crack as I pleasured her cunt and clit. Her breathing grew faster as she was gasping, no longer with pain but with growing pleasure. I was not going to allow her to cum, but she did not know that.

It was time for further humiliation. I rose up from her ass and told her that she may beg for permission to piss, for my pleasure. She hesitated briefly. I would not stand for such hesitation and quickly slashed her tits with a flogger. It was enough to remind her of her helplessness. She quickly begged me for permission to piss. Using the various attachment points on the floor and ceiling, I had her on her feet, spread eagled, on her tip toes, hands above her head. I placed a bucket between her feet and gave the order to Piss and watched as the piss ran between her legs and into the bucket. Her face turned red with humiliation. When she finished I could see the piss running down her thighs and legs. There was one further chance to humiliate her. “You may beg for permission to wipe your piss.”  She thought I was going to free one of her arms and begged to be allowed to wipe the piss from her cunt and legs, I denied that permission. “You cannot do anything without me, and to prove that to you, I will not allow you to even wipe yourself. You are a worthless slave who can do nothing.  I will wipe you myself.” I took tissues and wiped her from the legs up to her pee hole. It took three tissues that were soaked with her piss. Then I concluded her initial session by disposing of the tissues by inserting them in her mouth and ordering her to swallow. Again, brief hesitation earned her a swift, if brief reminder. A quick slash of the cane between her wide spread legs. Let her understand that her cunt, too, is subject to pain at my whim.

She immediately started to chew and swallow. She had enough pain for a while. She did not enjoy pain and, at least for now would do anything to avoid it. She continued to swallow the piss soaked tissues. “You are learning. I will train you to be a good slave and a good slut. Now thank your Master for all that he is doing for you.”

I love the slave thanking her Master. It emphasizes the slave’s helplessness. As Liz started to thank me for training her, for allowing her to lick my ass, for allowing her to piss, wiping her cunt, and making her swallow the piss soaked tissues. I felt it was a good first session and told her that she was making progress in becoming the slave that I want her to be. “I will leave you to think about how you can please me in the future.” With that, I left her. She was suspended by her wrists, balanced on her toes. As I was leaving, I heard her start begging me to release her. I came back and caned her three times on her cunt. “You have no permission to talk without permission. I am not interested in anything you might say. You will be punished if you speak. Behave yourself” I left her in tears. I had a voice activated tape that would pick up anything she said. I left her alone with her thoughts.

                                          CHAPTER TWO

“OH MY GOD!!!!,   OH MY GOD!!!!,    OH MY GOD!!!!!.  What the hell is he doing to me? I can’t stand the pain, but I have never felt this kind of pleasure either. The man is a real bastard. 

Actually, I’m the bastard. My mother was raped and decided to have me, so I am a bastard. After I was born, my mother joined a religious group which preached that MAN and WOMAN were supposed to control lust. So I was taught that while sex was permitted between husband and wife, lust was forbidden. So when my husband wanted sex I lay nude but put a special heavy blanket over myself, as required by the precepts of the religion that I grew up in.  The blanket was specially manufactured by the group, to be used by husbands and wives when they were having relations. It was designed to take the lust out of sex. It was heavy and uncomfortable, with the ends of feathers coming through both sides that would scratch and poke when pushed. I was covered from head to toe with this blanket, which had a hole cut through the middle. The hole was placed above my vagina and my husband, Bernard, would masturbate himself for a minute or two, and then insert his erection through the hole into my vagina.

The idea was to allow sex but take the lust out by making it unpleasurable, merely a form of physical relief for the pressure in the male balls. Foreplay was forbidden. I do not know how Bernard found it, but I hated it. It was my duty as a wife to be available for the physical needs of my husband, but I was not supposed to enjoy it and I did not. Masturbation was forbidden, except for the husband to prepare himself to mount his wife. Any other time, or any masturbation by the female was strictly prohibited. The cult had hidden cameras in all sorts of strange places, there was no privacy, and those who broke the rules were punished. So while I was married for five years, no man had so much as seen my naked body, no one had touched my breasts or my lower parts. To do so was a sin, and I already was a sinner. Bernard required the use of my body at least three times a week. Although Bernard was a good man, well respected by the other members of our community, I could not tolerate this painful sex. It was like being raped 3, 4, and 5 times a week or even more. I kept hoping that Bernard would be able to control his lustful urges, and not need to use my body for relief so often, but things only grew worse as he took longer to ejaculate. Finally, I felt I could take no more and ran away. I controlled my own lustful urges, I stayed celibate, and continued to do the exercises that kept my body as a temple, but left the religious group in body, to avoid Bernard and painful sex.

What a mistake! Now look at me. I have been taken prisoner by a cruel bastard who makes sex through the hole in the heavy scratchy blanket seem like a day in heaven. He has seen my nakedness. No one has ever seen my naked body before. It is forbidden. He is touching me on my breasts and on my privates. It is forbidden. And yet it feels so good. I have never felt this way. I thought I could fight this lust, but it may prove to be stronger than me. And I cannot fight the pain. I thought being raped was painful, but having my nipples clamped!!!! There are no words to describe the agony I was in. I had to lick his ass before he would take the clamps off. I never dreamt of such humiliation in my worst nightmares. Finally he took them off, and the pain became even worse. I was too stunned and fearful to stop licking with my tongue deep in his ass, as he instructed me. Meanwhile he used his hands on my private parts in a way that brought me great pleasure. But such pleasure is lustful and forbidden. Finally, he humiliated me by making me beg to pee. I do not understand his perversions. There are some things that are private. Am I to have no rights at all? No privacy? No dignity? I am standing on tip toe, suspended by my wrists at his whim. He has forbidden me from talking and I am so frightened that I obey. I am sure he knows what I do. Does he know what I think as well? If he keeps me blindfolded and restrained there is no choice but obedience. If I am granted sight and freedom of movement, perhaps options may be found. I cannot endure the pain and I do not want to give in to the feelings of lust that this beast brings out in me.”

I was going to leave her hang overnight, but I changed my mind. I am not an experienced trainer of slaves, this is my first, and I have to learn as I go, but there were many things going through my head. One was simple. I was horny as hell and wanted to fuck my slave. But that was not the only factor. I had waited this long, I could wait till morning. But I decided not to. First of all, I consider myself a nice guy. I very rarely inflict pain just for the hell of it, and leaving Liz suspended by her wrists, balancing on her toes, was more pain than I wanted to inflict. At least to start. If that is what I do on the first night, where do I go from there?  After all, slaves are hard to find, and I do not want to damage her.  And then, her reactions were more intense than I anticipated, both to pain and to pleasure. There is probably a story behind that, which I will find out in due time, but for now, I do want strict speech restriction. The story can wait. This reminds me, that I do have to make one exception to the speech restriction. All in good time.

So I went downstairs after fifteen minutes and listened to the tape. Except for her crying and sobbing there were no sounds. There was no talking. She was doing her best to be obedient. She would be rewarded.  Again, using the attachment points, I lowered her to the bed and had her spread eagled. Her entire body was available for my pleasure. “Liz, before I gave you pain. I had the nipple clamps on you for about ten minutes. Now I am going to give you pleasure. I am going to play with your tits and with your cunt. You will feel very aroused. However, you MUST NOT CUM without permission. If you do, I will leave you in tit clamps for 45 minutes, then remove them for 15 minutes, then repeat the tit clamps for another 45 minutes. . You must beg permission to cum if you want release. I will grant permission if it pleases me to do so.” With that, I started to caress her beautiful tits. They quickly became erect at my touch. I put one tit in my mouth and the other in my hand, I could feel her excitement mounting as she struggled against the reactions of her body. I took one hand and brought it down to her cunt. Her hair was untrimmed, I would soon have her shaved, but I played gently with her cunt hair as her breathing quickened. Then I placed my hand cupping her cunt and placed one finger inside her hole. She was soaked. Her juices were dripping.  She was a hot slut. I was anxious to taste her. So I did.

I could do with her as I pleased and I placed my tongue on her cunt and licked and sucked her tasty juices. Again, I am not the most experienced man of the world, but I have never encountered a juicier, more fragrant cunt. I began to run my tongue over her clit and sensed her body tighten and shake as she fought against the growing feeling. Finally, she could fight no longer.  “Master, your worthless slave begs you to grant her permission to cum.” What sweet words. But I will hear words sweeter still. “Slut” I said calmly “I will grant you permission to cum when you feel my sperm exploding in your cunt. You may beg me to fuck your cunt for my pleasure.”  “Fuck me, Master, Fuck my cunt, and take your pleasure in the cunt of your worthless slave.” She was panting, barely able to speak. She was biting her lips, and her tongue, trying to control the raging river of lust that was flooding her body.

So I mounted her. This first time was missionary style; I place a pillow under her ass to gain better access and plunged into that steaming hot wet cunt. It was surprisingly tight. Or perhaps my passion made me grow bigger. In any event, I had the ride of my life. Liz was bucking like an untamed bronco. I was lucky she was bound. She might have inadvertently thrown me. She was screaming, begging me to cum inside her hot cunt. There were going to be times that I would torture her by making her wait even longer, but that was for later. I exploded within her and felt her explode around my cock.  “Cum for me, you bitch” I shouted and she did, shrieking, shaking, her cunt clenching and unclenching, milking me of my cum. It was everything I had dreamt of all my life and more. It took me a little  time to catch my breath. It took her even more. She would learn.

“Thank me, slut.” I ordered as I slapped her face. “When I am kind enough to grant you the privilege of cumming, you must thank me. You must thank me for any privilege I grant you, whether eating, drinking, pissing, shitting, but most of all, the privilege of cumming”. I slapped her face again. A red mark appeared on her cheek. She came back to herself. “Thank you, Master, thank you, for granting me the privilege of cumming and granting me such great pleasure. You have given me more pleasure than I have ever had in my life. I beg your forgiveness for not thanking you properly sooner. I was overwhelmed by the pleasure that you gave me. “

“Very well, you will show your gratitude by cleaning my cock with your tongue.” I removed the blindfold as I continued. “Remember, your tongue, not your teeth. If I so much as feel your teeth you will feel such pain as you have not dreamed of in your worst nightmares.” My cock was the first thing she saw as I removed the blindfold. Let it be imprinted in her brain as the most important thing in her life. She opened her mouth wide and started to lick. It was a pretty lousy job. I would have to teach her, but not tonight. Tonight all I was interested in was obedience.

“I want you to shout you’re thanks to me while you are cumming. Remember, I can limit and control your food and drink, your piss and shit, but not forever. These are things necessary for life. I do not need to let you cum. You can live without it. It is a gift I may choose to grant you if you please me with your attitude and obedience.” By now my cock was clean as she had swallowed our juices.  I had one further demand. I freed one of her hands and told her, “My cum is too precious to waste. You will reach into your cunt with your fingers and place each drop of cum in your mouth. You will learn to love the taste of my cum as a baby loves mother’s milk.” I watched as she complied. She was slower than she should have been. There was a reluctance in her. I would have to work on her to overcome this reluctance. But Rome was not built in a day and slaves are not trained overnight.  I had one final trick to play on my new slave before I left her for the night. I restrained her again, and placed a vibrator in her cunt, fastening it with two leather belts. The vibrator was set to turn on and off at random intervals. I placed monitoring electrodes on her tits and cunt. “If you cum, you shall be punished. Remember that. Sleep well. I will.” With that, I left.

“I have sinned. I could not control my lust. It overwhelmed me. So that is what a cum is like. I never felt anything so good in all my life. I begged the bastard to let me cum. I begged him to fuck my cunt. I never used such a vile word. And even now as I try to sleep I feel this diabolical machine giving me pleasure on and off through the night. I want to cum again. So badly. I must resist. It is forbidden. God will punish me. Master will punish me. Is Master an agent of God? Or of the devil? What is to happen to me?

Master is determined to control me, body, mind and soul. I am to be a vessel for his lust. But lust is forbidden. But lust is so good, so pleasurable. No wonder Adam and Eve sinned. But they were cursed by God. Will I, too, be cursed? Can I resist Master’s combination of pain and pleasure? What further humiliations does he have in mind? I will try to sleep. I will need my strength. I want to cum. I need to cum. I must not cum. I want to cum. The lust is strong. I must cum. Master will punish. Oh, thank God, the machine stopped. I must sleep while I can.

                         Chapter Three – Sunday Morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                                PERIOD

                         Chapter 4                          

It was time to give my slut something to eat. I had no desire to have her starve. I brought her a nutritious meal, scrambled eggs, tuna fish, chopped meat and a glass of fine wine. A lot better than dog food, but I did put it in a large bowl and mix them all together until it was a mess. I was going to make her eat it while all fours, without the use of her hands.  However that plan would have to wait as when I came downstairs, Liz informed me that she was about to have her period.

Well, it is a good thing I had thought about this likelihood. There were things that I could not do. I could not go into her apartment and pick up her supply of tampons or pads, (somehow I saw her using pads, I did not see her actually putting something in her cunt.) I could not purchase tampons in a local store, someone would definitely notice and it might cause comment. I probably could go to a store 100 miles away, where no one would know me, and pick up some tampons, but I did not feel like driving for three hours. In addition, if anyone should happen to recognize me I would have an impossible job to explain this trip. I thought of having her live outside in a doghouse till her period was over, but I would have to go outside to use her and I did not want to be inconvenienced.  I would use her period to increase her humiliation. I had her kneel with her legs apart and took the vibrator out of her cunt. I pulled off my pants and underpants. I wear cotton underpants and I bunched them up and pushed them into her cunt.  “That should do to keep your blood off my floor. Now thank me for my kindness and then beg permission to worship my cock with your tongue.”

I could see on her face that she was not thrilled to have my underpants inside her cunt. It would get worse, but all in good time. She thanked me for allowing her to use my underwear as a tampon, and begged permission to suck my cock. She said the words, but there was no sincerity there. I think it was Sam Goldwyn who said that the most important thing in life was sincerity. When you can fake that, you’ve got it made. She couldn’t come close to faking it. Now she would pay the price.

“You don’t really think I will accept that poor excuse for a thank you. I have trained you better. I pushed her face down and bent each arm back attempting to bring each hand to the opposite shoulder and then chained each wrist to the rings on her collar. She moaned in pain. This was physically painful, but I was going to break her psychologically as well. I took out some masking tape and ran it over her wrist, stretched it tightly around her neck and then around her other wrist. I then removed the chains. “The masking tape will not choke you. If you pull on it, it will tear. If it tears, it will free your arms from the pain they are now in. However, I promise you that if the tape should tear, you will undergo more and greater pain than you have ever experienced. I will begin by fastening clips on your tits, your cunt and your clit, and then proceed to whip you on your palms, your feet, your ass, your tits and your cunt. I would strongly urge you not to tear the tape.”

She shuddered in fear. I thought this was a masterstroke. I forced her into cooperating with her own torment. If I left her wrists chained, she would be free to struggle within her chains. This was much more diabolical. She could free her wrists at any time, but must be constantly holding position, perhaps even pushing them higher and torturing herself even more for fear of the terrible torture that would await her if the tape tore.

She was lying face down on the floor. I put a spreader bar between her legs, and then spoke to her again. “I know that you are a slut that enjoys being fucked. I cannot fuck your cunt just now, but if you beg me sincerely, I will fuck your filthy ass so you should not feel completely deprived.”

She was learning. She begged me in tears, to fuck her filthy ass, she was not worthy of such an honor as having Master fuck her filthy ass, She would be eternally grateful if Master would tear her filthy ass apart with his mighty cock. Finally, I reminded her to make sure that the tape does not tear and I lay atop her, pushing my cock into her tight and unlubricated asshole. I was not interested in her pleasure, but only my own. Her pain was my pleasure, as I pounded deep into her tight back door. I could feel her struggling to maintain the upward pressure that tortured her arms as I pounded as deep and hard into her ass as I could. I was going to give her one hell of a work out as I am middle aged and had come enough in the past two days so that I was drained. Her tits were bouncing painfully on the hard floor. She was a picture of pain.

Then it happened. I could feel her begin to rock against the floor, forcing her pubic bone up and down. I could sense her breathing get more rapid. I did not expect this. She was truly becoming a slut. I had to think fast. Did I want to bring her to the brink and make her stop? Did I want to force her to cum, and then punish her for cumming without permission?  I decided to humiliate her and demonstrate her sluttiness. I let her go on for a while, until she was really breathing hard and very near cumming. I was near cumming myself as I told her that she must not cum without permission but I would permit her to beg permission and if she convinces me of her sincerity and need, I might grant her permission.

Wow! I could feel her body tense. She had forgotten about the no cum rule and was almost there. She begged through her tears, still carefully holding her arms high on her back. “Merciful Master, your lowly slutty slave begs to be allowed the privilege of a cum.  I have no rights except the right to try to please you. My body is yours, my soul is yours, I have nothing to offer you as you own everything I have. You have the right to control my pain, but I beg you to allow your slave to cum and pray that my cum will give you pleasure.” Well, that was sincere and earned a favorable response. “Cum when you feel the first of my sperm shooting up your ass.” I was not going to make it easy for her by counting. Let her learn to stay on the edge. But it did not take long. I shot my load in her ass and felt her go over the top. “Thank you Master, thank you Master, thank you Master” she screamed repeatedly. Even in her excitement she still kept her hands up her back so as not to break the tape. She was learning.

It was time for further humiliation. I raised her head by pulling on her hair and put the bowl of food under her lips. “You have 10 minutes to eat. If you finish I will free your arms.” With that I released her head and watched as she began to greedily eat her meal. It was awkward for her, but she gobbled down the slop as fast as she could. Later I would add all sorts of interesting things to her meals, sperm, piss and other things, but this would do for a start. When she finished, I did remove the tape and allow her to move her wrists, but I had another humiliating assignment for her.

I gave her a box of 24 different colored crayons and ordered her to write lines, 200 times, “I am a slutty bitch.” Small assignment, one small catch. No two letters that touch may be of the same color crayon. Not above, below or on a diagonal. You have four hours.” If it was good enough for Harry Potter it would be good enough for Liz.  She would have to concentrate on the assignment to make sure the colors did not touch and I wanted very much for her to concentrate on her assignment.

I left her alone and came down three and a half hours later. After all, she had no way of knowing the time anyway. She was not finished. She had actually done 175, which put her on a pace to finish, but I wanted an excuse to further punish and humiliate her. “So you are a slutty bitch?” “Yes Master, I am a slutty bitch and I beg your forgiveness for not completing my assignment.”  “Very well, I shall treat you like the slutty bitch that you are.” I placed her on her knees and led her outside to the doghouse. First I would use her period to humiliate her even further. What could be more humiliating for her than having my underwear in her cunt as a tampon? I took it out of her cunt and put it in her mouth and ordered her to suck it clean. She was outside and I was not worried about her bleeding on the floor, she was in the dog house. I chained her on her knees with them spread wide so her cunt was readily available. Then I spread some fluid taken from a female dog in heat and spread it on my slave’s cunt. Then I released the dogs. “You are a slutty bitch, you said so yourself. I will not fuck your cunt while you are bleeding but my dogs have no such reluctance. I think you will enjoy. Remember, you cannot cum without my permission.”

I released my four dogs. First was Satan, a black Labrador retriever. Then Devil, a Great Dane. Then Mephistopheles, a German Shepherd. Then Lucifer, a big Bull Mastiff.  Four big dogs, all tame but all trained to fuck a human cunt.  And they did. Liz gasped as she saw them. She was scared, more scared than she was since her first minutes of slavery. Then she felt her cunt being penetrated by a long thin cock. She spit out the bloody underwear that was in her mouth. I lashed her tits five times quickly and put it back into her mouth. “Next time it will be 10,” I announced quickly. She resumed her sucking of the bloody underwear.

The doggie fucking was not painful, just humiliating.  As I watched I began to notice something that amazed me. My bitch was beginning to breathe more heavily. She was becoming flushed.  I did not believe it. Slut was becoming excited. She was going to cum while being fucked by my dog Satan. How humiliating would that be? I would make it even more humiliating. I would let her cum, but not yet. I would let her wait, make her desperate and then make her pay a price of pain in addition to humiliation.

Satan was fucking away, and Liz was breathing faster and faster. I could tell she wanted to cum very badly, but was as ashamed of this desire.  Finally, lust triumphed over shame. She started to beg. “Please, Master, I beg you to let me cum. I need to cum.   Please give me permission to cum.”  “I will let you cum if you beg me to suck each of my dogs cock and then beg each one to fuck you. Then I will let you cum. Liz was panting, she was biting her lips, using one hand to slap her own nipples, trying to restrain herself from coming. She was flushed from shame, but she begged to suck my dogs cock and fuck them each in turn.  She was as passionate and sincere as she could be. I allowed her to cum. She came long and loud, thanking me for the privilege of coming.  I let her rest for a minute, then had her begin sucking my dogs, then when she got them good and hard, she knelt over and begged the dog to fuck her. She did this with all four dogs and begged each time for permission to cum. I had an idea in my head. I would let her cum when she was being fucked by a dog.  It would continue her humiliation. It was remarkable day, Liz was broken and would now be trained for my pleasure.

It was the worst day of my life. To be punished for menstruating, for having my period. To have Master’s underwear shoved up my vagina, used as a tampon.  I never used tampons, I never wanted anything in my vagina. But his underwear, right off his sweaty body? Then he didn’t like my “sincerity” as I thanked him. He bent my arms behind my back till they were almost touching my shoulders. That hurt, but what was even worse is when he made me hold them there myself as he used a very tearable tape to hold them in place.  I had to be very careful. He threatened the harshest whipping if the tape tore, leaving me no choice but to torture myself.

Then he made me beg to be fucked in the ass. By this stage I felt that I had best try to be as sincere as I could. I put all my acting ability into my plea, as the last thing in the world that I wanted was to be fucked by this devil, let alone to be used in my rear. No decent woman wants to be penetrated in her rear.  That is evil and obscene. But that is what he did to me. I was degraded, just a hole to be used. 

The worst thing was what I began to feel. I began to feel excited. What kind of a slut was I, to become excited while being tortured and anally raped. Yes, it hurt, but I began to enjoy hit. I began to rock up and down on the floor, trying to add to my pleasure. I was becoming a lust filled slut. I did not want to enjoy this, but I did. And this devil that was raping me knew it. He made me beg him for permission to cum. I tried to resist but I could not. I begged him for my permission and came when he did, as he directed.

I was becoming a slut.  After he allowed me to eat, he freed my hands and made me write lines. “I am a slutty bitch.” Well, it was true and he would prove it. First he took the bloody pants out of my vagina and put it in my mouth!!! Then he had his dogs fuck me! Fucked by his dogs!! Satan, Devil, Mephistopheles and Lucifer. Appropriate names. And I was enjoying it!!! I was enjoying being fucked by his dogs.  I was getting excited. I was going to cum. But I had to ask my Master’s permission. I could not dare cum without his permission. He made me beg! Beg to suck his dogs! Beg to fuck his dogs! And I did. I had to get his permission. I could not dare to cum without his permission. I needed to cum. Being fucked by his dogs was making me cum. I truly was a slutty bitch. I was going to go to hell. I was a lust crave slut.  I wanted to cum more than anything else in the world. I would have to please my Master. I was going yo hell, I might as well enjoy my sluttiness.

                                  Breaking Point

                          Chapter 5

Note to the Reader: There are only three possible endings to kidnap/slavery stories. First, there are those where the slave resists and either escapes or is rescued. Second, where the master fails to break the will of the slave and the slave is snuffed. Third, where the Master does break the will of the slave, the slave accepts her status and lives happily ever after. This chapter deals with the slave reaching her breaking point.

I never expected my slave to become such a slut. She must be rewarded. I allowed her to speak, to converse. I instructed her that she must address me either as Master, or My Lord, and that she may not use the first person singular pronoun. She is to refer to herself as “your slave, your bitch, your cunt, etc. But within these restrictions she was free to talk to me, to ask any questions, to talk about anything.

So we talked for a while. I explained that she would serve me, and if she pleased me I would allow her pleasure. She agreed that she was a slut and needed to cum often. I found out about this cult that she was raised in and understood, at least somewhat, her reactions. I was going to take advantage of her background in the near future, but for now, I would ease up a little, and let her catch her breath, reward her for good behavior, before resuming her training and humiliation. I wanted to keep her off balance, to keep each hour of slavery fresh and unexpected. But even in her period of reward she would not escape her total slavery, nor would her status be allowed to escape her consciousness.

So, I hosed her down, and cleaned the dog cum from her cunt. I made sure she thanked me, then I gave her a fresh pair of my underpants which I allowed her to stuff up her cunt. I made a note to myself, for next month I would have to figure out a way to unobtrusively get tampons. I took her into the dining room and served her a glass of wine. Liz gave me a funny look; I drugged her with wine to capture her. I ordered her to drink, it was a fine wine, it was not drugged, and Liz enjoyed. I could have told her that, but she was to learn to follow orders. By the end of her training, she would be willing to drink poison if I told her to. No, I had no intention of killing her, today, or ever, but she would be put to this test of obedience, to understand that her only goal in life was to give me pleasure. She therefore will learn that she must do everything that I ask of her.

Meanwhile it pleased me to have a naked girl as my dinner companion. She sat at the table wearing nothing but her collar as I served a salad and prepared a steak and baked potato. I am more of a gourmand than a gourmet.  This was the first test. She remained seated as I went into the kitchen, making no attempt to escape. Of course, there was no way she could leave the house without the code, but she did not know that. She passed the test.

We talked some more as we ate our steaks. I allowed her to use silver to eat. This would be a very rare privilege. Let her enjoy. When I realized that she had never been allowed to cum, never even attempted to pleasure herself, I realized what a true treasure that I had. We finished our meal, and it was time to resume training.

“Slut, it is time for you to realize that I will control every aspect of your existence. I do not want a second to go by without your being conscious of your duty to serve me. You will kneel and place your hands behind your neck.” When she obeyed, I cuffed her hands and attached them to her collar.

“You will breathe in and out at my command.” I started her out with quick breaths, in and out, just to get her used to breathing at my command. Then I ordered her to pant, like a dog, through her mouth. After five minutes I ordered her to take a deep breath and hold it. I was not going to press her limits yet, 30 seconds was enough to establish my authority. “Breathe out and then deep in again” This time I went up to 35 seconds. I continued at 35 second intervals for five minutes, then switched back to short 10 second breaths. After 10 minutes of comfortable breathing at my command, I once again switched to a deep breath. This time I watched her closely, as I did not permit her to breathe out for 45 seconds, and I could see that she would not be physically able to hold out any longer. (I would exercise, her and build her capabilities, but that was for later) I commanded her to breathe out and in and then to thank me for allowing her to breathe. She quickly obeyed. I took out an electronic metronome and set it in front of her. “From now on, unless instructed otherwise, your breathing will conform to the beat of this metronome. As a reward for your obedience, I will free your hands and allow you to masturbate for my entertainment.”

So I had her kneel, with her knees well spread, as I watched her play with her cunt and clit. As she started to get excited, her fingers went deep into her cunt, coming out of her cunt dripping with her menstrual blood. As she continued, her breathing started to quicken. I quickly flogged her tits, and reminded her that she must continue to breathe with the metronome. I would allow her to cum for me, but I would not allow her to lose control over her breathing until I decided to allow her to cum. Until then, she would breathe in time with the metronome, which I now decided to slow down. So as she got more and more excited, I kept her breathing slower and slower.

I decided to amuse myself even more. I ordered her to lick the hand that was in her cunt, that was full of her menstrual blood, and continue playing with herself with her other hand. This continued for 10 minutes, one minute with her right hand playing with her cunt and one minute with her left, one bloody hand constantly in her mouth. Her breathing was at a constant two breaths per minute as she desperately strained to control her very breathing to satisfy my whim. I now speeded up the pace of her breathing as I was preparing to allow her to cum. From two breaths a minute, I increased the pace to 3, 4 and then 5 breaths per minute, while I ordered to use both hands to play with herself, one hand finger fucking, the other playing with her clit. Her face showed her agony as she so desperately wanted the release that I refused to allow her. I let the pace of her breathing increase. I had her panting like the bitch that she was. Finally it pleased me to allow her to cum. 

“For the next 60 seconds you are free to breathe. You will cum when I count to 10.” I counted slowly and watched and listened as she exploded at the 10 count. She had lost all control over her body as she jerked, thrashed and shouted meaningless sounds caught in the ultimate orgasm. I would train her until she would cum on a 10 count at my command, with no physical contact at all. It will be my desire that controls her orgasms as she is now allowing me to control her breath. I will be her God and she will learn to not only obey me because of fear, but to love her God as the source of all her pleasures. I am her God and she will worship me.

But this would be later. I allowed her the full minute to enjoy the orgasm that I allowed her and then restarted the metronome. Liz was smart and learned quickly. Not only did she quickly control herself, and coordinate her breathing with the metronome, she started to thank me for allowing her such a magnificently powerful cum. I ordered her to continue playing with herself. I would not allow her to cum again. I wanted her to understand that her body was mine, for pleasure or pain at my whim. Sexual frustration would be her constant lot in life. I am not cruel, I would allow her to cum when it pleased me to do so, but she would grow to look at any climax as a gift from her God, me.

So I had her play with herself for 45 minutes. Her clit was sore from her recent cum, her breathing was controlled, but she had reached the point of wanting to cum very badly when I ordered her to stop. I asked her if she had any requests before I put her to sleep. Naturally she begged for permission to cum. That earned her a quick stroke across her tits and a most important lesson. “You are forbidden to think of your own pleasure let alone to beg for it. You will cum at my whim and for my pleasure. Proper requests for you are to worship my cock, to have the honor of being fucked in the ass or in your cunt, to bear pain for my pleasure, or to be punished for improper conduct. There will be no bargains, no specific cost that you can offer to guarantee that I grant you permission to cum. But begging to be punished, being humble, bearing pain for my pleasure does make me happy and the happier that you make me the better the odds that I will allow you to cum.”

I then decided to use my slaves mouth, first as my personal urinal, then when I finished pissing, I had her continue sucking until my cock grew long and hard inside her enthusiastic mouth. Then I had her kneel, raising her ass and spreading her cheeks as I slammed past her tight anal ring. “Thank me for fucking your ass, tell me how honored you are that I find your ass worthy of giving me pleasure.” Liz started to thank me, along the lines that I outlined. I continued to explain to her my rules. “Whatever I do to you, you must thank me. Whether I piss in your mouth, whether I spank you or whip you, if I feed you or fuck you, and especially if I allow you to cum, you will thank me for the honor. In the morning when you wake up, the first thing you will do when you see me is thank your Master for allowing you to breathe; you will do the same before you sleep at night.  You are privileged to be allowed to serve me, and you will constantly show your gratitude for the privilege.” I kept pounding and slapping her ass as I spoke. I know this sounds crazy to normal people, but Liz was no longer a normal person. She was in the process of becoming a total slave, and she must convince herself that this is truly a privilege and an honor. By repeating this often enough she will come to believe it, despite herself. It will make her life so much easier when she is convinced.

Now that she was on the verge of cuming, I cuffed her hands behind her back. She would not play with her cunt unless I ordered her to. I ruled her body, I owned her cunt. Nor would I allow her to cum by squeezing her thighs together. I fastened spreader bars on her ankles and just above the knees so she was kept wide open. Then I greased a dildo and pushed it deep up her ass, I wanted her to be fully aware that her body belonged to me 24/7. I put her in a nice comfortable bed. I had no desire to give her petty torments. Besides, I wanted to have things that I could make worse, besides whippings. I reminded her that if the dildo fell out of her ass, she would face severe punishment. I closed the light and let her sleep.

I woke her up in the morning, kneeling over her face, my cock dangling between her lips. (I would have to train her to function on her own, because until I did, I would have a symbiotic relationship, I would have to be there to supervise, I would, in a sense, be her slave as much as she was mine.)  I told her to open her mouth and prepare to swallow. If the bed got wet, she would be punished. I wanted her to obey, I wanted to praise her, not punish her, so I was careful to piss slowly, stopping and starting to give her time to swallow. She swallowed as eagerly as she could and when I finished she thanked me for permitting her to swallow my piss. I then started to order her breathing, deep breaths, shallow breaths, panting, deep breaths again, 15-20 minutes of controlled breathing before I allowed her to breathe with the metronome. Immediately she thanked me for allowing her to breathe. She was a pleasure to listen to. I told her what a good slave she was, how happy she made me. I took the dildo out of her ass, and told her that I could tell that she was trying hard to become a good slave. She smiled and was proud of herself.

Now I had to decide on priorities. I had pissed, but slut had not. On the other hand, I wanted a shower and breakfast. Slut will wait. I uncuffed her and had her turn on my shower. I had her follow me in and adjusted the temperature to what I preferred, and had her note how I liked it so she could do it in the future. I had her soap me up, from the neck down. She paid special attention to my cock and balls and then my ass, gently soaping my crack. She then worked her way down to my feet. Gently soaping and rinsing. I could see that she had to piss, but I would make her wait for my convenience. I could see that she wanted to piss, but she did not look desperate yet. After I closed the shower, Liz dried me with a big fluffy towel and then helped me dress, from underwear to shirt, pants and shoes. Speaking of underwear, it was time to change Slut’s tampon. I had her take out the bloody one and place it in her mouth as she replaced it with a fresh one. The flow seemed to be less. That was good, I wanted to start fucking her cunt on a regular basis.

Meanwhile I had Liz make me a simple breakfast, 4 eggs, scrambled, a stack of pancakes, some buttered toast, Orange Juice and cold chocolate milk.  When Liz put everything on the table I once again cuffed her hands behind her and had her lie on the floor. I had her put the used tampon from her mouth in the garbage.  I ate myself and left some on the floor for Liz to eat as best as she could. I did not want her to starve.   When we both finished, I felt it was finally time for Liz to relieve herself. I took her by the leash, and had her follow on her knees as I walked her to a convenient tree. Then I ordered her to piss. I had her take out her underwear tampon before she pissed, I hosed her down, and allowed her to reinsert. I looked at her face and saw that she needed something else, so I had her turn around, still on her knees, and ordered her to shit. I watched her turn red, as she pushed the shit out of her ass. Finally she finished and I once again hosed her, this time her ass. This would be her spot for piss and shit from now on. I had her take a shovel and cover her excrement. She obeyed. She was learning.

I walked her in to the TV room. It was time to enjoy some quiet time. Everything I was doing was geared to teaching Liz, that her slavery was total, her time, even her quiet time, was mine to dispose of as I wanted.  I had her lie over my lap, as I watched an old movie. As I enjoyed the movie, I played with her ass. Some random spanking, some sensuous rubbing, and occasionally I would have her lick two fingers and then finger fuck her ass. When I took my fingers out of her ass, I again had her lick them clean. Then I would begin again with the spanking, not particularly hard, just reminding her that she was my property. Although she did thank me, I could tell that she did not enjoy being finger fucked in the ass. She would have to get used to it.

When the movie was over, it was time to reward my slut with what she wanted more than anything else, a good cum. I took out a vibrating dildo, turned it on and inserted it in her cunt. I had her kneel, facing me, with the dildo deep in her cunt. I reminded her that she must not cum without permission, and settled back to watch her face.

If the dictionary had a picture of mixed emotions, it would be of Liz at this time. She was a true slut, she loved to cum, it was her great pleasure, her addiction. She felt guilty when she played with herself, and even more so when she came. Her years of upbringing with her cult had taught her to believe that lust was the tool of the devil, it was evil. What was even worse was using tools and devices to strengthen lust, and even worse was to do so before another person. It was totally brazen and slutty. And even worse, for all the play and lust, I may not permit her to have the ultimate satisfaction of a cum.

I was going to let her cum, but there would be a price. Not in pain, there was time for that later, but in humiliation and humility.

“I can tell that you want to cum. I have a prayer for you to recite. If you recite it with sincerity, I will allow you to cum for me” I held out a large cue card and listened to her recite.

“YOU, MY LORD, ARE MY MASTER, I AM YOUR SLAVE

YOU ALLOW ME TO KNEEL IN YOUR PRESENCE, YOU ALLOW ME TO SERVE

YOU CANE ME AND WHIP ME FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR PLEASURE

LO, THOUGH YOU GIVE ME GREAT PAIN I WILL NOT FEAR, FOR I AM YOUR PROPERTY

THOUGH I AM A WORTHLESS CUNT, YOU GIVE ME VALUE,

YOU ALLOW ME TO DRINK YOUR URINE, TO FUCK YOUR DOGS

YOU ALLOW ME TO CUM, YOU ALLOW ME TO BREATHE

SURELY YOU WILL REWARD MY EFFORTS

AND YOU WILL ALLOW ME TO SERVE YOU ALL THE DAYS OF MY LIFE.”

She started slowly, hesitantly, but picked up some speed and sincerity.  I had her begin again a second time, from the beginning. This time she got into the biblical rhythm. This behavior must be rewarded. When she finished, I ordered her to cum for me. “Cum for me, bitch, cum for me.” And she did, loud and wet and long. I would not do this very often in the future. Of course, as owner, I reserve the right to do what I want, but I would be much stricter about letting her cum too often. I would not totally deprive her of cuming, but it would be a reward. My plan was to keep her constantly on the verge, constantly stimulated, but allowing her to cum only when I approved.

Of course, after every cum, Liz was trained to thank her Lord and Master, (me) for allowing her that privilege. When she finished, I left her to memorize the slave’s prayer. I informed her that she must recite it sincerely immediately upon seeing me in the morning and before I allowed her to sleep at night, and any other time that I wanted to hear it. I left her alone for a while to work on her memorization.

So that is what he wants, he wants me to treat him like God, like a god, in any event. He wants full control over every aspect of my life. He will, like a god, punish me when I fail to please him. And, like a god, reward me when it pleases him to do so. And what a reward!!!! I never came at all until HE took me to be his slave. Now I cum for him, at his whim, and for his pleasure. But what great pleasure I receive. It is overwhelming. The power of lust. I never dreamt that lust could be so powerful. No wonder the cult opposed it with all their strength.  To cum. To release. There is nothing like it. Nothing.

And what does Master want in return? To be worshipped! To be obeyed, and mostly to be loved! Can I do it? Can I love this man who tortures me for any reason, or no reason at all? Who controls my very breathing? Who decides when I can piss and shit. Who gives me no privacy, not even for the most private things a woman can do? Even my menstruation is used by Master as a further source of humiliation and torment. He wants to fill my life with humiliation, and I am supposed to not only obey him, but to love him. Is this possible?

What does man ask of God? He asks to be noticed. He asks that God consider his life important. He asks that his life has meaning. Is not that what Master is giving me? Everything about me is important to Master. When and where I shit is important to Master. How I breathe is important to Master. He is Godlike in his power over me. He punishes me greatly when I sin against him. He rewards me greatly when I please him. I am important to him. Everything about me is important to him. The most trivial aspect of my existence is important to him.

Can I love such a man, can I worship him as a God? When I belonged to the cult, was I ever rewarded? Was I ever singled out for punishment? Did anyone beside Bernard even care if I lived or died? No one came looking for me when I left? And Bernard only cared because he used my body for his pleasure. He never gave me any pleasure, only pain.

Master gives me importance. As the prayer he wrote says, I am worthless, serving him gives me value. Yes I will drink his urine! Yes, I will fuck his dogs! Yes, I will bear his torture! I will rejoice in my suffering because it gives him pleasure!

Can I love a Master who demands all this from me? How can I not love a man who fills my life? Yes! I love him with every fiber of my being!! I will obey him! I will worship him! I will love him! I will please him. With every fiber of my being I will strive to make him happy. That is my only reason for living. I love him, I do love him I must love him. What else can I do? What else is there for me in life?

                        Final Exam

                       Chapter Six

                     Note to Readers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Princess, was fairly similar to Scout except that the Dildo Was 7 ½ inches and was meant to go into the slaves ass. Again the slave was allowed to lubricate the dildo with her mouth. Since this was larger, the facefucking of the slave was more painful. Her ass was not stretched as well as her cunt, but mainly, the pain of bearing her entire weight on the two inch beam was unbearable. Although she did not protest, I did see the tears flowing down her face. When I released her, she thanked me for her punishment and begged forgiveness for her earlier attitude.

Day three brought a new horse, King. King had double dildos, 8 ½ inches each. But even that was not the worst part. Instead of lubricating the dildos with her tongue I lubricated the dildos with Ben Gay and Tabasco sauce. Wow!!! She would not protest, but she could not help sobbing. She now had three sources of fierce pain, burning in her cunt and in her ass and the pressure of her entire weight on the two inch beam between her legs. When I took her off, I told her that tomorrow she would fuck El Diablo, and then she would be forgiven. She thanked me for allowing her to earn her forgiveness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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