Friday, 31 July 2015

Lonely

My loneliness is not depending on the presence or absence of people.On the contrary, I hate those who steal my solitude, 
without, in return,offer real company.

                                                        (Friedrich Nietzsche)

Training Carrie, chapter 5

novel by Jay West
Training Carrie by Her Master

by Jay West

Chapter 5



"Let's go, on your feet," I said, motioning for her to rise. She didn't
stand, but instead lowered her head, looked down at each breast, and
wiggled her breasts back and forth. She wanted me to pull her up by the
nipples.

I almost went for it, I was within a microsecond of reaching down to
take her nipples. But I didn't. As soon as I saw what she wanted, I knew it
was exactly what I should have done in the first place. But my discipline
saved me, and I realized that she couldn't be allowed to go this far so
early in her training. I said, "Do the Slave's nipples need attention? OK,"
and immediately struck her hard with the crop, once across each nipple. She
gasped and immediately checked and adjusted all of her Pose requirements,
including tightening her stomach muscles.

I stood in front of her, far enough so she couldn't kiss my cock again,
and said, "The Slave is developing a bad habit of breaking the rules. Its
Master has been tolerating this, because the Slave is demonstrating a
talent that few slaves ever develop: breaking the rules at just the right
time and in just the right way to surprise and please the Master. This
talent is not to be discouraged, but its use must be controlled and limited
during training. This Slave has much to learn before it can reliably use
this talent, and must be cautious in employing it. I'm sure the Slave's
unacceptable behavior just now was also partially encouraged by its Master
allowing a temporary suspension of discipline after the Slave fainted. But
that does not excuse the act.

"Disobeying a direct command, as this Slave just did, is unacceptable.
The Slave must learn that its life from now on is not about what the Slave
wants, it's only about what the Master wants. In fact, a good Slave wants
nothing, except for its Master to be pleased with it. In addition to the
punishment the Slave just received, the Slave will also be treated to a
day's-end session in the punishment area before it is put to bed tonight.
Day's-end sessions always begin with a thorough whipping over the Slave's
back and front, from the shoulders to the knees, and what happens after
that is tailored to the nature of the offense being punished. The time it
takes to administer the Slave's day's-end session is subtracted from the
Slave's sleep time. Now get up and walk quickly over to the bars."

She rose quickly and almost ran to the bars, where she assumed the
Waiting Pose until I caught up. She was shaking badly as I strapped her
into position across the bars, and she raised her head and gazed at her own
face without being told. I wanted her to understand that I wasn't angry
with her, so I said, "Is the Slave planning to freak out and faint again?
Its Master had to stop the last time before he got to unload up this pretty
ass." I slapped her lightly on the ass as I said that last part. That
seemed to relax her a little.

When commanded to reply, she said quietly that she hoped she would
come, but not pass out. I told her that this was also her Master's wish. I
probably shouldn't have told her this yet, but I added that the ideal
progression during training was for the slave to learn to come every time
it was fucked, then learn to come while being fucked, but only when the
Master gave it permission, then learn to come whenever the Master
commanded it, even when it was not being fucked. This was probably a level
of control she didn't dream was possible, and it probably wouldn't be
possible for her, but we have trained several slaves who achieved that
level of submission to their Master.

I picked up the flog and showed it to her in the mirror. She squeezed
her eyes shut, bracing herself for it. I told her to open her eyes, keep
them open, and watch her face. Then I began. The flogging went much like it
did before, I tried for the same duration and level of skin response. When
it was over she was crying and gasping again, but the readout level showed
her pain level was actually a little lower than the first time. Good
result.

I again started with one lubricated finger, then soon two. This time I
watched the remote readout more closely during this phase. I saw her
arousal level start to slowly rise, as her pain level was dropping at about
the same rate. The pain level parameter was actually an attempt by the
computer to isolate her responses to her perception of pain. So dropping
pain levels in this context probably meant she was concentrating more on
the pleasure and tuning out the pain.

When I thought she had been opened enough, I pulled out the fingers,
cleaned them off, greased up my cock, and slowly pushed my way in. The
arousal level spiked down and the pain level spiked up, but both quickly
returned to their previous trends. But she was still far from orgasmic
levels.

Usually the Slave's sexual response is unimportant in the early stages
of training, the Slave only has to learn to accept the penetration as a
normal event. However, after her unusual and unexpected response to her
first fuck, I decided to change the plan and try to give her more orgasms.
I thought it was important that she come again soon, to help her see that
the first time wasn't a fluke and it could always be within her grasp. I
had decided that it would be best for her if I didn't switch to the dildoes
or the machine until she had come at least one more time, because I didn't
know how she would react to them. That meant that it was important for me
not to come until she did - as I previously stated, I'm not superman. I was
willing to have a case of the blue balls to help my Slave, but I didn't
know if I could keep myself from coming while working to take her there.

I was working her slowly, trying to keep my mind off of the gorgeous
body below me, the beautiful breasts I could see swaying under her in the
mirror, the wonderful mind behind those green eyes, and checking the
readout frequently. Her arousal level was rising faster now, but still far
from orgasm. I reached around and stuck a finger in her vagina to see if
she was wet - she was. She gasped, and the arousal level jumped way up,
halving the distance to orgasm. Now I knew a way to do it, but it was
important that this not involve vaginal stimulation yet, that was 2 weeks
in the future. What to do, what to do? I could bend over her and reach up
to stimulate her breasts; but her best hope of cuming, when we switched to
her mouth in about a week, was breast and nipple stimulation, better save
that. Checking the readout again, she was within striking distance. But
something needed to be added.

Out of desperation, I tried something really simple. I just started
running my open hands over her body in what I hoped felt like loving
caresses. I went up and down her back, down her ass until I hit its
interface with my body, then down the sides of her ass and the outside of
her thighs, then back up, over and over. Her skin felt fantastic, at first
I thought the added sensation would cause me to shoot my load. I dared not
look into that beautiful face to see how she was doing. I tried thinking
about anything but her, and kept checking the readout. The caresses were
having an effect, the arousal level was climbing, but I didn't know who
would finish first.

Pretty soon, the readout chirped and overrode what I was looking at
with ORGASM IMMINENT, then right away ORGASM, and she gave a shudder that
maybe would be better described as a convulsion. But she was still on her
feet, and the readout didn't interrupt with any problem status. Now I could
look at her face, and as soon as I saw her looking back at me with that
satisfied smile, I came. It was one of those where you feel like the top of
your head will explode. As I was still pumping, the readout chirped again
and said ORGASM (2), she shook again, and slowly lowered her head for a
moment. But she didn't faint. I finished up, but stayed in her as my dick
began to shrink. I looked at her face again, and she was looking back at me
with the happiest, most contented look I have ever seen.

Don't think this gave me delusions of stud hood or any thing - I knew
this was all about her, not me. My God, what was she going to be like when
I was fucking her pussy? If she didn't understand why she needed to be a
Slave before, I bet she did now. And she had found her path purely by using
her intellect, and a little bit of luck. She started with no information,
and no one to get it from, no experience, and no clue what a Slave actually
was, but her mind led her to the exact place she needed to be. I'll gladly
confess that I was in awe of this woman.

I pulled out and cleaned off myself, then her, and this time I
remembered to reattach the crotch of my pants. I unfastened her feet first,
to see how steady she was. When I saw she could stand on her own, I
unfastened her hands and reattached them at the sides of the belt. She
stood up as straight as her waist attachment to the other rail would allow,
looked me in the eyes, and silently mouthed "Thank you." I held her gaze,
reached out to caress a breast, and said, "No, thank you." After just being
punished, read the riot act, and promised a severe whipping for willfully
breaking the rules, she had the balls to do it again. I've already said I
was in awe of her, what can I add?

I released her belt from the bar, asked her if she needed a toilet
break, and she said she did. I then told her that I wanted her to wait a
half hour, and hold the semen I had spilled in her ass for awhile. Then I
asked her if she wanted some water, knowing she couldn't use the toilet for
a half hour, and she said she did. So off we went for a drink, using the
nipple/anus steering technique. That seemed to please her.

After she took 4 loads of water from the penis faucet without spilling
a drop, I took her over to the learning/punishment machine. I told her that
eventually she would give me reason to put her in this machine as
punishment for a period of hours, or even overnight. But right now, I
wanted her to experience it for just a few minutes, so she would know what
it was like. I put her behind the panel at the front of the machine, and
turned her to face it, the wall to her back. I attached her ankles to rings
in the floor with enough slack for her to take a step in any direction,
then attached electrodes snugly around her ankles after coating them with
conductive grease, and plugged the electrode cables into jacks on the
panel. The next step was to lower a harness, suspended by cables from the
ceiling, and attach it around and over her shoulders and under her armpits.
The harness cables had enough slack to let her move a little bit forward
and backward or side to side. I told her it was just there to provide
support if she was temporarily unable to support herself by her legs.

Then I positioned the panel so that it seemed to be at the right height
and moved it closer until it almost touched her breasts. The panel had some
lights on it and two holes at the height and separation of her breasts. The
outside of each hole had a metallic ring around it, that continued into the
hole and covered the holes' edges. I pointed out to her that there was a
round target inside each hole, about an inch and a half behind the hole,
and told her that a slight pressure on this target would move it back and
close a switch. I flipped a few switches on the other side of the panel to
put the machine into test mode, then told her to put her left breast into
the left hole and try to contact the target. I could tell she was getting
apprehensive, but she followed my instructions.

She couldn't touch the target, because her breasts, being large, were
not pointed at the nipples but were more rounded. She couldn't push enough
of the breast into the hole to hit the target. I had planned for this, and
pulled out a pair of what looked like leg warmers for breasts, from a
drawer on the panel. They slipped over the breasts but left the aureoles
and nipples exposed. They were also elasticized, so they squeezed the
breasts into a more conical shape and forced them to extend from the chest
more or less horizontally. They had straps which allowed them to be
attached to the harness, and tightened or loosened to raise or lower the
breasts. They made her breasts look ridiculous, but they worked. Now, after
I repositioned the panel slightly, she could activate each target with the
corresponding breast, lighting the light over the hole each time she
contacted a target.

I then told her that, in order for the machine to function as designed
when the Slave was wearing boob warmers, electrodes had to be placed under
each one, at the sides of each breast. This really made her nervous, but I
went ahead and greased up the electrodes, slipped them under the elastic at
the required locations, then plugged them into the panel. Finally, I
smeared a dab of the grease over the nipple region of each of her breasts.

Then I explained to her what was going to happen. At random intervals,
on an average of every 30 seconds, the top light of the vertical row of
lights would come on, then 1 second later the next light down would come
on, then in 1 more second the third light would come on, then 1 second
after that the fourth and last light would come on. The top 2 lights are
green, the third light is yellow, and the bottom light is red.
Simultaneously with the top light coming on, the light above one of the
holes would come on. In the interval between the time the light over the
selected hole came on, but before the bottom red light came on, the Slave
must press the target in the indicated hole with the corresponding breast.

When the switch on the target is closed, the Slave receives a mild but
very annoying electrical shock to the breast. In case the Slave doesn't
want to experience that shock, here's what happens if the Slave does not
press the correct target. When the bottom red light comes on, a much more
severe shock, strong enough to cause muscle contractions and serious pain,
is delivered through the electrodes attached to the Slave's ankles. The
Slave will feel the shock over the length of each leg and into the groin
area. This will be most unpleasant.

I told her to nod if she understood, and she weakly nodded. I told her
to nod if she was ready to try it, and she did not nod. I flipped some
switches and said "Guess what? It's on. Watch the lights." After some
seconds the first light and the light over the left hole came on. She
immediately made a move toward the left hole, but then froze for an
instant. Finally, just as the yellow light came on, she poked her left
breast through the left hole. Simultaneously, all the lights went out and
she gave a sharp yelp. I looked at the counters on the back of the panel to
see that the machine had recorded one success. I looked back at her and saw
that she was not happy.

I just stood and watched. Soon the sequence began again, this time the
right hole was chosen. Usually the trials alternate between holes, but
occasionally the same hole would be selected for two or three trials in a
row. Again she instantly went for the hole, but then froze. This time she
recovered sooner and got to the target before the yellow light came on.
Again all of the lights went off, she yelped, and the counters correctly
recorded a success.

After a few more trials, she figured it out - she had to to press the
target and zap her breast, why not do it immediately and get it over with?

While waiting for the next sequence I gave her additional details,
which she really didn't need to know. I told her that, with her continued
success in avoiding the leg shock, the machine would start picking longer
and longer times between trials, hoping her attention would drift and she
would screw up. Conversely, if she was getting leg shocks, the trial
periods would get shorter to make her pay closer attention. Then I told her
this strategy only comes into play if the Slave is in the machine for
hours, especially overnight when the Slave is tired and would rather be in
bed asleep. I had disabled this feature for now, since she would only be in
the machine for a matter of minutes.

I watched her for a few more trials, and she was having no problems,
but she was still yelping. Then I told her that I wanted her to
intentionally fail the next trial, because she needed to know what the
stronger shock was like and because I wanted to be watching her when she
got the first one. It wasn't that I wanted to see her in pain, I had to
know that she could recover from one severe shock in time to avoid the next
one. Otherwise, she might hang here helplessly, getting badly shocked over
and over. That could not be allowed, and in fact the room computer would
shut down the machine for a few minutes after two severe shocks in a row.
But it would be better for her training if that situation never arose. She
gave me a pitiful, pleading look, but I said "Do it."

The cycle started, and she let it run to its finish as ordered. While
she was waiting, I could see her trying to steel herself for she knew not
what. When the yellow light came on, she took a deep breath. It wasn't
pleasant to watch. The shock didn't last long enough to cause her to thrash
around, but it knocked her legs out from under her so that she hung from
the harness. She exhaled sharply but didn't make a sound, I don't think she
could at first. She seemed to stop breathing for a few seconds, then began
panting in shallow breaths. I noticed that she had discharged some urine on
the floor. I didn't look at the remote readouts, because I didn't want to
know how much pain she was experiencing. Also, I knew the remote would have
chirped if she was in trouble.

Finally she regained her footing, and was just becoming aware of her
surroundings when the next trial started. Although she was still dazed, she
dove for the hole that had its light on. No yelp this time, she couldn't
spare the energy yet. But no way was she going to fail another trial, no
matter how unpleasant the breast shocks were.

I watched a few more trials until she seemed back to normal, she was
again making a noise of one kind or another each time she got shocked. I
took a ball gag out of the drawer. Walking to her side, I told her to open
wide, put the ball gag in her mouth, and fastened it snugly. That was the
first time she had been gagged, it wouldn't be the last. I patted her on
the ass, said "The Master knows his Slave is getting shocked, no need for
the Slave to inform the Master each time. Does the Slave think 15 minutes
more is long enough for it to become familiar with the machine?" She
started to shake her head No, of course she didn't want 15 more minutes of
this. But she was smart enough to realize that a No answer would get her
more than 15 additional minutes, so she reluctantly shook her head Yes, and
I walked away. I went back to the Master's enclave at the other end of the
room, to use the toilet, grab a bite to eat, and rest for awhile. I was
still feeling the effects of that last fuck.

When her time was up, I strolled back down and watched her for a few
more trials. Then I flipped a switch on the back of the panel, and told her
she could relax, it was turned off. She looked relieved. I checked the
counters and told her that she had passed 41 trials, and only failed the
one. I took out the ball gag and asked her what the machine teaches. She
thought for awhile, and replied that it teaches that a Slave cannot avoid
pain, but it can minimize the amount of pain it receives. I told her she
just moved to the head of the class, then extracted her from the machine. I
asked if she would like to keep the boob warmers on, since they made her
breasts look so attractive. She indicated strongly that she did not, so I
removed them and all of the electrodes, then wiped off the grease from her
breasts and ankles.

She looked very relieved to be finished with the machine. I was sure
that threats of bringing her back here would be an effective means of
control, should the need arise. It was also a threat I knew I was willing
to carry out, unlike the threat of shaving her head.

Being sure to first put away the cloth I had used to clean off the
grease, I said "If the Slave will look down, I believe it will see that it
has lost something." She looked down, then looked at me, puzzled. I said,
"When the Slave failed the one trial, the Slave deposited a small puddle of
piss on the floor. It is still there, clean it up." She waited, sure that
more details would be coming - like how she was supposed to do that with
her hands bound. I said, "If the Slave thinks about it, the Slave will know
what to do. Get down there and clean up your mess."

She thought for a few seconds, then I knew by the look on her face she
had figured it out. She knelt and paused for a few more seconds, then
sighed sharply and slowly bent down to lick up the urine. With her head
hovering over the puddle, she couldn't bring herself to do it at first. I
was worried she would try to refuse if I let her think about it any more,
so I said, "Perhaps the Slave would prefer being put back in the machine
for a few hours." She sighed again, then licked up the urine. When she
brought her head up again, she had an expression like she had just ...
well, tasted urine for the first time. But the floor was clean. I said,
"See, that wasn't so bad, now I know how we'll keep the whole room clean."
She scowled and didn't look at me. I said, "Let's get the Slave over to the
toilet before it makes another mess."

Surprisingly, she declined my offer of more of water. I was sure she
would want it, to get the urine taste out of her mouth. I decided to give
her another enema before putting her over the bowl, and she performed as
expected during the enema and commode procedures. But I noticed that she
never looked over at the observation room one-way mirror while she was
spread and hanging over the bowl, even though I caught her several times
sneaking glances as we walked by that area.

As usual, I played with her breasts, nipples, and pussy while standing
beside her, during the time I was forcing her to hold the enema in her
body. Noticing how cool her skin felt, I remembered that I was supposed to
be finding the right room temperature for her mild discomfort. I looked at
her body and did not see any goose flesh or shivering, so I asked her if
she thought it was too cold in the room. She replied that she was cold, but
if this was the temperature the Master chose for the room, it was the right
temperature for the Slave. I was stunned to hear such a perfect response on
her first day of training. What was it with this woman? Her brain must be
working at warp speed in there, constantly asking, "What would a perfect
slave do? What would a perfect Slave say?" As a reward, I used the remote
to program a slow 2 degree rise in the room temperature.

After extracting her from the commode apparatus and letting her use the
bidet, I said "Guess what, time to fuck." She smiled. I steered her back to
the bars, and attached her like the last time. With her head up and looking
at me in the mirror, my hands caressing her ass and thighs, I gave her a
long-winded story, leading up to revealing the dildo to her. I said that it
must have crossed her mind that I wouldn't actually be able to fuck her 10
or 12 times a day, every day, by myself, that I was a man of average sexual
potency, not a stud horse. She looked alarmed, she probably thought I was
about to introduce a special guest fucker, or maybe a stud horse, I don't
know. I went on to say that I wanted to give her her at least the first and
last fuck of the day, and I didn't want to take a chance on not being able
to perform then.

When I pulled out the dildo and showed it to her, she actually looked
relieved, it must have been a better substitute than she was expecting. I
told her that as far as she was concerned, she was being fucked by her
Master, that in fact her Master would be wielding the dildo, so it was
really just an extension of the Master. I asked her if that made sense to
her, and she rapidly nodded yes and smiled at me. What had I been worried
about? But it remained to be seen if she would come. I still wanted her to
get a few more in a row under her belt if she could, so there was less
chance of her becoming discouraged or confused. Only one way to find out.

Following the usual procedure, I stepped off the the side and showed
her the flogger in the mirror. She prepared herself, and I whipped her. It
left her crying, but not as much as before. I checked her ass and thighs
carefully to see if I could detect any cumulative damage so far, but there
was nothing visible except the usual rosy glow I strived so hard for. Just
like before I started with the fingers, first one then two. She was making
good progress on the fingers, so I kept it up a little longer than before.
The more aroused I could get her with the prep work, the better. After a
few more minutes, arousal seemed to have flattened out, so I phased in my
alter ego. Lubing it up liberally, I started applying pressure to the
sphincter, but it remained constricted. I told her to relax her ass hole,
everything was going to be fine, I was right here controlling the action.
Finally I got the dildo into her and began slow, rhythmic strokes. I
checked the readout and saw that we had lost a little ground on the arousal
meter, but it was starting to rise again. Good. Slow and steady, give the
lady a good ride until she's ready to get off.

After a few minutes I began the technique I had discovered the last
time, caressing her skin. I only had one hand free this time, but also I
could now cover all of her buttocks and the back of her thighs, because I
wasn't in the way. Technically this was wrong, the book says that these
sessions should be a lot more like impersonal, "bam bam, thankya ma'am" sex
than loving and caressing sex. My answer was that I was doing what the
situation required, screw the book. Once we enabled her to understand and
begin controlling her power over her pleasure, we could consider a shift to
a more clinical method. I thought I now knew why she came here, and that we
had a responsibility to give her what she came for, even if she wasn't able
to describe it to us. Anyway, a check of the readout showed that she was
almost there. That was OK, I had all day. A lot of people would pay just to
see pictures of this naked body, and here I am, it's my job to look at it,
play with it, and fuck it. I speeded up, and whaddya know, a chirp and an
ORGASM IMMINENT, followed about 10 seconds later by ORGASM and a lot of
shuddering and gasping from up front. I was so happy and proud of her, I
could have kissed her.

I kept it up, increasing the speed a little more. After some minutes
the readout chirped ORGASM IMMINENT again. I sped up a little more, and
tried to lengthen the stroke without accidentally pulling out. I kept at it
for a few minutes, but I was starting to think she wasn't going to get
another one. That wouldn't be the end of the world, but I wanted it for
her. I met her gaze in the mirror, saw the fatigue on her face, and was
afraid she would give up soon. I said "You are very, very close. It's
yours, your Master wants you to have it, just reach out and take it. Relax,
trust your Master, and give him what he wants." That did it, she came
again.

She lowered her head, obviously exhausted. I stopped, cleaned her and
the dildo, and released her from the rails. She was shaky, but able to
stand by herself. She had beads of perspiration on her forehead and upper
lip, and I patted them dry with my handkerchief.

She was standing in front of me, and I said, "Well, we're about halfway
through the Slave's first day of training, and the Slave has had six merely
huge orgasms, and one orgasm so intense it fainted. Is the training meeting
the Slave's expectations?" Looking at her face, I could see it coming, and
after a few seconds she stepped forward, pressed her body against mine,
laid her head on my chest, and started crying.

She stood there for 5 minutes, sobbing her eyes out. I held her in my
arms, wishing I hadn't reattached her wrists to the belt so she could put
her arms around me. Finally the tears seemed to dry up, and I offered to
help her blow her nose on my handkerchief, which she did. Then I wiped the
tears from her face and breasts. When she had calmed down, I looked in her
red eyes, smiled, and said, "Wasn't the Slave told 'No sobbing'?" She
grinned, and I told her she could speak if she wished. She said, "Master,
this Slave had no idea fucking could be like this, Master. ... Master, this
Slave is as happy as it is possible to be, Master." Running my fingers
lightly over her wet pussy, I said, "You'd better not be, you're still
weeks away from the good stuff." She laughed, then resumed the Waiting
Pose, but she kept smiling.

Thursday, 30 July 2015

Training Carrie, chapter 4

novel by Jay West
Training Carrie by Her Master

by Jay West

Chapter 4


I had a hard time getting to sleep, I couldn't get her out of my head.
Slave training boils down to this: push the slave farther than she's
willing to go, then coerce her into going there anyway, usually through the
application of pain. Repeat until all of the uncomfortable thresholds have
been reached. Then repeat the process for the fear thresholds, the disgust
thresholds, the taboo thresholds, etc., as far as the Master wants to take
it. We have a standard list of thresholds. When the slave has passed all of
them, we declare her trained.

The problem with this one was, what if she didn't have any thresholds?
If she would do everything on the list when first commanded, was she
trained? Could an experienced Master simply take her home and start using
her? My answer was: no, she would still have to be reprogrammed to behave
like a slave, since she had spent her short lifetime learning incompatible
behaviours. But it bothered me. I finally drifted off to sleep thinking
about that body.

I woke up early and logged into the room system to check her status.
She was asleep right now, but she had not had a good night. She had dozed
fitfully most of the night, and had slept soundly 4 different times, for
never more than an hour. It looked like her legs kept going to sleep, we
probably needed to add more padding on the calf supports and ankle
restraints. It would take me about an hour to get there, hopefully she
would sleep until then.

I entered her room quietly, hoping to wake her with a touch rather than
a noise. But my entry caused the room lights to brighten to their normal
levels, and as I approached her, she opened her eyes and looked up at me. A
faint smile came to her lips. I was glad she remembered not to speak,
because I wanted to minimize her punishment today, for reasons that will
become apparent. I returned the smile, then reached out and caressed her
breasts and nipples until she moaned softly. I then moved down and gave
some attention to her lower torso, producing more moans. While working on
her, I asked her if she got any sleep, and she answered truthfully and with
correct form that she had slept, but not for very long at a time. I asked
her if she was ready for her first official day of training, and she
replied that she was.

Before removing her from the bed, I inserted a small device into her
vagina, then had her swallow an even smaller device. Both contained a set
of sensors and a radio transmitter, and would constantly read a variety of
physical data and report it to the room system. The room computer, using a
sophisticated piece of software, could then extrapolate the measured data
into an amazing list of parameters. Specifically, I needed the ability to
accurately assess her pain level and arousal state, independent of her
visible responses.

After reattaching her wrist manacles to her belt, at the sides of the
belt this time, I flipped the bed up and removed her. She was wobbly when
her weight returned to her feet, so I rubbed her calves to restore the
circulation. With the air curtain stopped, she began to notice how cold the
room had become, and began shivering. I used the system's remote interface
to slowly raise the room temperature 3 degrees.

Before starting her day, I removed her ankle manacles and replaced them
with a different style of restraint. These had a spring steel band at the
core, covered with thick padding and finally encased in leather. They
attached in the same way as the bare steel manacles, except being flexible
they needed no hinge opposite the locking clasp. Like the steel restraints,
they had numerous attaching rings, anchored to the core metal band. They
were a better choice for uses like supporting a Slave's body or applying
tension to a limb, because they would not damage the underlying skin.

Pointing her toward the far end of the room using her nipples, I goosed
her into motion. As we approached the punishment area, she stiffened and
slowed down. I pushed harder on her anus and told her to walk faster. She
began shaking, but offered no further resistance. At the front of the
punishment platform, I turned her 180 degrees, and laid her down on her
back, with her ass and legs hanging off the platform, her feet still on the
floor. I attached her belt and collar to the platform, then stretched her
arms out to her sides and attached the wrists to the platform. Attaching
her new ankle restraints to ropes connected to pulleys on the side pillars,
I tightened the ropes until each leg was pulled straight up and out at a 45
degree angle to her body. She was positioned as if she were sitting on the
floor with her legs straight and spread wide, only she was lying on her
back.

I chose a flog from the wall and showed it to her, then I told her that
this was not a punishment, she had done nothing wrong so far today. But
during her initial training she was to receive this whipping the first
thing each morning, to remind her throughout the day what her situation was
and what she had agreed to endure. After dragging the flog lightly across
her naked pussy a few times to scare her, I began flogging her on her inner
thighs, alternating back and forth between each leg. I didn't want to cause
any damage here, just give her a rosy glow and a lasting sting. At first
she grimaced, then shortly began to moan. I had whipped her at a leisurely
pace for about 3 minutes when the tears started to flow down the side of
her face and she started breathing in gasps. About 5 minutes later she
screamed once, then was silent. I kept it up for another 5 or 6 minutes,
and she didn't make another sound, she was just panting and silently
weeping. I stopped and checked the computer's remote readout, which clipped
on my belt like a pager. It indicated that she was OK, but in a lot of pain
and mildly aroused. Perfect.

She stayed bound on the platform for ten more minutes, while I sat
beside her and watched her constantly. Several times she looked at me, then
looked away. When I released her, she was still crying quietly. I wiped the
tears from her cheeks then steered her to the toilet area, where she
repeated the enema, commode, bidet, and water procedures she learned last
night.

I then put her in the shower, standing with her outstretched arms and
widespread legs attached at convenient points. While putting a shower cap
over her beautiful hair, I pointed out that the cap wouldn't be necessary
if her head were shaved. Taking the handheld shower head off its cradle, I
turned on only the cold water. When the water hit her skin, she gasped and
began shivering violently. I wet her all over, then soaped her up with a
sponge and rinsed her off. While sponging, I had paid special attention to
her breasts and crotch, to see if it would increase her arousal. Her
nipples were rock-hard, but the readout showed almost no arousal now, both
due to the cold water. I towelled her off, being careful of her thighs, then
removed the shower cap, released her from the shower, and reattached her
hands to the sides of her belt. She was still shivering.

As I was guiding her back down the room toward the ritual sex area, I
told her that all of the procedures she had followed since getting out of
bed, the whipping, toilet, and shower, would be repeated every morning for
the foreseeable future. When we reached her destination I noticed that it
had been an hour since I removed her from the bed. That was about right for
the number of items we had completed. The next step would probably take a
while this first time, because I needed to explain everything to her. But
the goal was to complete it in 15 minutes or less, since it would be
repeated each hour during her day.

We arrived at the ritual sex area, and I attached her belt to the
horizontal bar farthest from the mirrored wall, with her facing the wall.
She had to lean forward slightly at the hips to contact the bar with her
belt. I attached her ankles, legs spread at shoulder width, to rings in the
floor. The bar had been raised to the right level to bend her over it,
which I did. I then pulled her arms straight out above her head and
attached her wrist cuffs to the bar nearest the wall, in a way that she
could grasp the bar with her hands and brace herself. She was bent nearly
90 degrees at the hips, her torso and arms stretched between the two bars,
her feet anchored to the floor.

Standing behind her and caressing her ass and down the backs of her
thighs, I told her to raise her head and look at us in the mirror, which
she did. I could see that she was afraid, still in pain and not
understanding what was coming next. At this point I explained the ritual
sex procedure to her. I told her that she would be forced, by repetition,
to become accustomed to being fucked in each of her orifices, one at a
time. Until this was accomplished, she would always be a passive receiver
of sex, always tied in position and whipped prior to being fucked. It was
expected that it would take about a week to accustom her at each orifice,
but the time was strictly the Master's judgement. I told her that "being
accustomed" means, in the Master's judgement, the Slave understands to her
core, and accepts totally, that being fucked is the reason for the Slave's
existence, and will eagerly agree to it whenever demanded by the Master.
The orifice order would be, her asshole first, next her mouth, and finally
her pussy.

I told her that, during this period, she would be fucked once an hour
each day, and before being fucked she would be tied in a suitable position
like she was now, and her associated area would be whipped lightly. I then
explained what the associated areas were. The associated area for her
asshole was her ass and the backs of her thighs. The associated area for
her mouth was from the top of her breasts to her belt. The associated area
for her pussy was her belly and the front of her thighs. These were the
areas she had been told must not come into contact with any surface in the
room. They are reserved for whipping and the Master's touch. She was
looking at me like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. I could see
the question on her lips, that she dare not speak - after just being
whipped severely (actually, she hadn't yet experienced a severe whipping),
she was going to be whipped again, and then whipped yet again every hour? I
told her this was how it was going to be, and that she would not only
survive it, she would come to look forward to it. I told her this was why
it was important for her not to screw up and require added whipping as
punishment, and I reminded her what I had told her before, that she was not
going to be able to avoid pain, but she could minimize it through
obedience.

She was pale and shaking now, but I couldn't wait for her to calm down.
I went back to the whip wall and chose the lightest flog there. I walked
back to my position behind her ass and held up the flog for her to see in
the mirror, then stood off to one side and ordered her to watch her face in
the mirror at all times until we were done here. I began flogging her
rapidly and lightly, and I think she quickly understood that this wouldn't
be as severe as the previous flogging. Nevertheless, her tears started
flowing right away, and she was breathing in gasps. But she kept her head
up and kept looking at her face the whole time. I stopped after a few
minutes, when she was just starting to show the uniform pink glow I was
looking for on her ass and thighs. I put down the crop, moved directly
behind her, put some lubricant on a finger, and slowly inserted it in her
rectum. She winced as it went in and her mouth opened wider, possibly
trying to make an example for her rectum. I worked her with my finger for
awhile, and soon felt her relax. It became easier to move my finger in and
out, so I repeated the process with two fingers, and she gasped when they
first penetrated her ass.

I pulled out my fingers and snapped off the crotch cover from my pants.
Then I lubricated my stiff cock (I think it had been stiff in anticipation
of this since yesterday) and slowly inserted it into her ass. It was
slightly bigger in diameter than two fingers, so I made the initial
penetration as slow and easy as I could. Finally I started pumping her
slowly, and as I worked I alternated my view between her face and the
system display. Her face expression had changed from pain to pleasure, and
that spurred me to move faster, but not too fast. I wanted this to last. I
had been working her for a few minutes, watching the nuances of expression
playing over her face. Once or twice she glanced up at my face in the
mirror, violating her instructions, and smiled. You think I was going to
punish her for that?

I went on for a few more minutes, then the readout chirped at me. I
looked at it and the status message was ORGASM IMMINENT. What? That
couldn't be right, the computer just hadn't figured out how to interpret
her data yet. As I looked back at her face, her eyes rolled up in her head
and she shook violently. The readout chirped again and the status read
ORGASM. I wondered what was going on here, and if this was the right girl
I was fucking.

Not wanting to stop, I picked up the pace a little, hoping to speed
things up and finish. She shook again and her head drooped then came back
up, the look on her face indescribable. The readout chirped and displayed
ORGASM (2), meaning this was her second one in a short period of time.
Right away she shook yet again, then started trembling violently. Her head
dropped and I felt her ass sag as her body went limp. The readout said
CONTINUOUS ORGASM, then quickly changed to a blinking UNCONSCIOUS. "Jeez,"
I muttered to the computer, "what's your clock speed? Couldn't you tell me
that before I figured it out for myself?" That was too much, I pulled out
even though I hadn't finished, and I heard her groan.

I wiped off her ass and my dick, released her from the bondage, and
carried her to the Master's enclave. She was definitely passed out. I put
her on the couch and put a throw over her - screw the no-body-contact rule
for a few minutes - then I got a wet cloth at the sink and put it on her
forehead. I went to the system readout, and it said her blood pressure was
low, her blood glucose elevated but not dangerous - no doubt due to her
fast - and that she was still unconscious. Risk assessment was low, she was
not in trouble.

I went back to her and sat on the edge of the couch, beside her. After
a few moments she opened her eyes and looked at me. Then she looked down at
her body, and seemed surprised that it was covered. She smiled at me and
opened her lips, but I put my finger to my lips indicating that she should
keep quiet. I then told her that we were going to temporarily suspend the
formal rules of address, because it was important to find out quickly what
just happened, and I wanted her to talk to me plainly and directly. I asked
her if she understood, and she whispered, "Yes, Master." Then she reached
an arm from under the cover, took the top of the throw between finger and
thumb, looked in my eyes and said weakly, "I knew I could trust you,
Master."

I looked into her eyes for a few seconds, then said, "OK, what just
happened?"

"She said, "Master, I don't understand what happened. You were ...
fucking me, and it felt good. Then I remembered something, and I had a
number of intense sensations, and I guess I passed out. I thought I was
dying."

I pulled back the cover over her lower torso and told her to lie still
while I checked something. I reached down and slid a finger into her pussy.
I heard a sharp intake of breath from her as she felt my finger, but she
didn't move. She was wet, very wet. It was likely that she had become very
aroused and had cum multiple times, just like the remote readout had said.
I covered her up again.

"Your 'intense sensations' were orgasms," I told her. "When you passed
out, you were having continuous orgasms. Haven't you ever had one before?"

"I thought I had, Master, but it didn't feel anything like that."

"Didn't you find the feeling pleasurable?"

"It felt good, really good, but it was so intense. Too intense, it
scared me. I thought I was having a ... seizure, or something, Master."

"What was the something you remembered that triggered your orgasms?"

"Oh, Master, it scares me, do I have to tell you?" she asked. I shook
my head yes. She paused, then asked me if I remembered that time in the
waiting room, when she walked over to me to read the Agreement.

"What do you mean, 'that time'? It was yesterday afternoon, of course I
remember. I also remember that something happened to you then, but,
whatever it was, you got past it quickly."

She flashed a weak smile, and said "So much has happened, it seems a
long time ago to me." Then she told me the story. "While I was walking over
to you to read the Agreement, you were admiring my body, and I knew you
wanted to ... to fuck me. Then I realized that before long you would be
... fucking me, and that I was looking forward to it. I don't usually have
thoughts like that. As I reached for the parchment I looked up into your
eyes, and I saw an image in my mind that momentarily startled me. I was
facing myself, seeing myself naked and bent over at the waist, with my arms
extended forward and my head raised, and you were standing behind me. I
instinctively knew that you were ... fucking me, and that I was enjoying
it - a lot. I usually don't get much pleasure from sex, and I never had it in my ... ass hole before.

"That image I saw yesterday was us, just now, over there at the bars.
And I wasn't looking at us, I was seeing us in the mirror. When I realized
I had seen something that hadn't happened yet, that ... thing, the ...
orgasm, hit me for the first time, then it hit again. Then I don't know
what happened, but I guess it was too intense for me and I blacked out.
That's all I know, Master."

I was stunned. What could I say to that? Nothing, I had no idea what to
say. I asked her if she had ever had visions before. She said just in
dreams, but not while she was awake. I asked her if any of her dreams had
ever turned out to be future events, had come true so to speak. She said
no, the dreams she could remember never made sense, they were never about
things that could happen in the real world. I asked her if she was talking
about nightmares, and she said no, they were just crazy dreams.

A funny thought occurred to me then, probably so I wouldn't have to
think any more about the story she had just told me. The thought was, if
she expected to get any pleasurable sex at all during her training, she was
probably devastated to hear a few minutes ago that she would have to
survive a week of frequent butt fucking, followed by a week of frequent
cock sucking, before there was a chance of getting laid. Now here she is,
she just passed out from excessive orgasms - and by the way, she never
actually had one before - the first time she got fucked in the ass. If she
had given us any money to enroll here, which she hadn't, would she think
she was getting her money's worth? My guess was, yes.

Not being able to come up with any other intelligent questions, and not
knowing what to say about her story, I stupidly asked her if she was able
to resume her training now.

"Will you ... fuck me again, Master?"

"Of course I will, many times, but not right now. You need a time-out from fucking."

She gave me a big smile, and said "I'm ready and able, Master."

I removed the throw and told her that formal address was in effect
again. As soon as she stood up she properly assumed the Waiting Pose. When
I returned from storing the throw in a cabinet I noticed that I had
overlooked reattaching her wrists, and she had dropped her arms to her
sides. So I attached the wrist cuffs to her belt, at her back. I also
noticed that she had goose bumps all over and was shivering, so I went to
the control panel and raised the temperature another 3 degrees. This time
it would come up quickly, I didn't want her to experience any more stress
for awhile.

I checked the time and found it was only 15 minutes until her next
fucking. Well, we were going to take a pass on that one. I asked her if she
wanted some food, and she replied that she was very hungry. I told her it
was not going to be as simple as she might imagine to get food into her, so
we'd better get started.

I let her stay in the Master's enclave for now, and told her to assume
the Instructional Pose on the rug, which she did perfectly. Then I noticed
she was stifling a laugh, and asked her what was the problem. She replied
that the plush rug was tickling her naked pussy, and I told her to get over
it.

I then explained why feeding her was not a simple process. She would
not be allowed to take any food or any liquid into her mouth, except water,
until her Master had discharged semen into her mouth for the first time.
And, as she had already learned, that would not occur until she was judged
accustomed to being fucked up her ass - at least a week away. The only way
to feed her then was either intravenously - not an option - or to put a
tube down her throat and deposit food directly in her stomach. That was
what she must learn to do then, swallow a tube for long enough for food to
be put down her throat into her stomach. She didn't seem at all pleased
with that, but she understood by now that there were no options for her
except the ones I chose.

We started with a small plastic tube with a closed, rounded end, much
smaller than the one she would have to accept for feeding. She had to learn
to suppress her gag reflex, to swallow the tube into the right pipe, and to
control her breath and not panic while her throat was blocked. With her on
her knees, her head back and mouth open wide, I first let her practice
controlling the gag reflex by putting the tube to the back of her mouth and
trying to get it past her uvula. As soon as she gagged, I would remove it.
I could tell she hated this, but after awhile I was able to push the tube
past her uvula and hold it there. I could see her stomach muscles trying to
start a gag, but she could suppress it. "Excellent job", I told her, "that
might be the hardest part for you. You'll have food in your stomach in no
time."

Using the same tube, I made her start trying to swallow it when it was
in the back of her mouth. When I sensed she was staring to swallow, I would
gently push the tube farther into her throat. The trick is to get the tube
past the flap covering the windpipe while it is closed for the swallow. For
some reason she panicked the first few times the tube went down her throat,
and I had to pull it out. She looked at me like she had something to say,
so I told her to speak. She said it would be easier if she pushed the hose
down her throat herself because she knew exactly when to do it, and if I
would unfasten one of her wrists we could try that. I said that it probably
would be easier that way, but that's not what we were going to do, we were
a team. She continued practising, and after awhile she could swallow it
every time, So we started working on breath control.

I explained that while the tube was down her throat, the cover to her
windpipe would be held closed, and she couldn't breathe. I started having
her hyperventilate for a brief time, then take a final deep breath, swallow
the hose, and see how long she could let it stay in. Unfortunately we found
that the small hose didn't actually hold her windpipe completely closed,
because it wasn't big enough. So we switched to a bigger hose, though still
not as big as the food hose, and started over.

She had trouble at each step with the larger hose, but learned to
overcome them faster than the first time. Soon she could swallow the hose,
and hold it for 40 seconds. I was hoping to get her to one minute, but more
practice made it obvious that she was never going to do better than 50
seconds, so I decided that would have to do.

We finally switched to the feeding hose, but with a rounded plastic
plug in the end to make it go down smoother. Again she had to start over,
and it was much harder for her this time. The back of her throat and her
esophagus were barely big enough to take the hose, and having it down her
throat really scared her. I told her there was no choice, she had to learn
to do this. After more practice she was finally able to hold the hose for
50 seconds without much stress.

Only one stage to go, remove the plug from the end of the hose and
start over. The end of the hose was as smooth as it could be, but was not
rounded, so it could scrape her while moving through her esophagus. The
trick was guiding it precisely down the pipe. This part went pretty
smoothly, although I hurt her a few times before I got the technique right.

Feeding time. I got a stand and a funnel, attached the funnel to the
opposite end of the hose, and hung it from the stand. Then I made her some
oatmeal, added sugar and diluted it with milk until it was watery and
lukewarm. We then went through the hose swallowing procedure, and I poured
a cup of oatmeal into the funnel. The hose was transparent, so a few
seconds after I saw the last of the oatmeal entered her mouth I pulled out
the hose. I made her repeat the process once, after waiting awhile for her
to catch her breath and for the first batch to move down the esophagus. I
then asked her if she had had enough, and she replied that she felt
satisfied, and thanked me for feeding her. I was standing close to her, and
she suddenly reached out and kissed the head of my cock, which immediately
stood up to salute her. I had totally forgotten that my crotch was
uncovered all this time. Did I punish her for breaking her Pose? I should
have, but I didn't, because she was demonstrating a talent for the
trickiest art a slave can master, and which cannot be taught - knowing when
it's appropriate to break the rules.

I declared feeding a success and checked the time. It had taken two
hours and 10 minutes to get her fed for the first time, and it was almost
the scheduled time for a fucking. She had missed two opportunities, but
that was no big deal in the long run. I looked at her and said, "You wanna
fuck?" She grinned ear-to-ear, her eyes fixed on my still-erect cock, and
vigorously shook her head yes.

Wednesday, 29 July 2015

I've got the whole world in my hands

He's got the whole world in his hands

Training Carrie, chapter 3

novel by Jay West
Training Carrie by Her Master

by Jay West

Chapter 3


The slave jumped to her feet to lessen the considerable pain I was
causing to her tender nipples. I let go of her when she was standing, and
assessed the marks I had earlier made on her breasts. On each breast there
were three bright red lines, one of which crossed the nipple, but no broken
skin - just what I had intended.

"Since the Slave is now standing," I said, "this is a good time for the
Master to give the rules for the Waiting Pose. This is the Pose the Slave
will assume when the Slave is waiting for the Master to give it an order,
to use its body for sex, or when the Slave is otherwise idle. All of the
general Rules of the Instructional Pose still apply, except the feet shall
be spread to shoulder width. For this Slave specifically, there will be
one additional Rule: when the Slave is in the Waiting Pose, it shall
tighten its stomach muscles as much as possible. The Master expects to see
the Slave's stomach pulled in tightly, and the hollow below the lower
ribcage clearly showing at all times, while the Slave is in the Waiting
Pose. This will require constant vigilance and effort by the Slave, but
that is the Slave's concern, not the Master's." I looked down and saw she
had already made the adjustment to her feet, her stomach was tight, and she
was Posed perfectly. I complemented her on her Pose. Running my fingers
lightly over her stomach and belly, and tracing the outline of her lower
ribcage, I told her how much more attractive she was when her stomach was
flat and tight.

Walking around her a few time, I finally stopped behind her and to one
side. I began caressing her buttocks lightly with my hand, watching her
face in the mirror for a response. Shortly, there was a barely perceptible
relaxation in her body, but she maintained the Pose. A good start.

Continuing to wander my hand over her ass, I asked, "What is the Master
doing to its Slave? Respond."

She immediately responded, "Master, the Master is stroking his Slave's
buttocks, Master."

"Well-formed answer, Slave, but incorrect terminology," I said. "People
have buttocks, a Slave has an ass. And stroking is one word for what the
Master will do in any of the Slave's bodily orifices whenever the Master
wishes. This is a caress." I moved my hand to the left cheek, and said,
"This is the left cheek of the Slave's ass." I moved my hand to the other
cheek, and said, "This is the right cheek of the Slave's ass." I resumed
caressing both cheeks, and said "The Slave will repeat its answer with the
required corrections."

"Master, the Master is caressing both the left and right cheeks of his
Slave's ass, Master."

I said, "Both the response and the ass are excellent," and gave her ass
a mild slap, causing her to jump slightly. I then moved my hand down,
tracing the crack of her ass until my middle finger rested lightly on her
anus. She jumped again at the contact. "Where is the Master's finger
resting now? Respond."

Haltingly, she said "Master, the Master's finger is resting on the
Slave's ... ass hole, Master."

"Four stars," I said, and moved around to her front. I noticed that she
had relaxed her stomach muscles, so I gave her a whack on the belly with
the crop and had her make a correction. Then we played the name game on
each breast ("tit" or "boob"), the vagina ("pussy" or "cunt"), labia
("pussy lips"), and finally her clitoris ("clit", obviously). Some of these
she got right the first time, some she had to repeat the corrected
response. I could see this was distasteful to her, which is exactly why she
was doing it. I also told her that most of these Slave body parts had more
than one name and some had many names, and she would eventually have to
memorize them all and recite them on command.

Finally, I asked her what the Slave's pussy, ass hole, and mouth all
had in common. She replied that she didn't know what they had in common. I
hit her once with the crop across both breasts and called her a liar. I
said I was sure she knew the right answer, that in fact I had already given
her the answer when explaining the difference between caressing and
stroking. With tears running down her face onto her breasts, she said that
she knew they could all be used for sex. I told her that lying to the
Master is one of the worst offences a Slave can commit, and that the next
time the Slave lied about anything, there would be a heavy price to pay.
Then I gave her the complete answer: the Master has the right to fuck the
Slave's pussy, ass hole, or mouth at any time he chooses, with his cock or
any of his other body parts or with any other object of his choosing, that
the Slave has no right of refusal, and that this would happen to her in
this room many times a day. I told her that she had already signed an
Agreement stipulating those facts, and I added that she would soon
experience that reality first-hand. I made her repeat that information many
times, until she could recite each point.

"Now it's time for a tour", I said. "The Slave will raise its eyes and
look at the wall before it." I stood off to one side as she looked up. "I'm
sure the Slave has already noticed that the wall is a mirror. In fact, all
of the walls in the Slave's room are mirrored. There are also television
cameras and microphones located to cover every square inch of the room,
which means the Slave is always visible and always being recorded. The room
will never again be in darkness, as it was before the Slave entered. For
this Slave, there is no privacy, no concealment, nowhere to be alone. As
the Slave will soon see first-hand, this also applies to the exercise of
necessary bodily functions that people, but not Slaves, usually perform in
private."

I grasped her nipples and made her perform a right turn by pulling the
left tit and pushing the right tit. I said, "Until told differently, the
Slave may continue looking anywhere it can see without turning its head
from the straight-ahead, level position. This is a tour, after all, take it
all in." I moved to her side and laid my hand on her ass, tapping once on
her anus with a finger. Again she jumped. "This is how the Slave will be
guided on its tour," I said. "Pressure on the asshole means walk forward,
no pressure means stop and assume the Waiting Pose. Always walk straight
ahead. To change the Slave's direction we will stop, turn to the new
direction by pulling the tits, then begin moving again. Keep the stomach
tight even while walking." I pressed on her anus and she walked forward.

We walked along the wall, past a complex contraption - her bed, which I
would show her on the way back. We went on to the end of the room, which
was unlike anything else in the room. It was like a small studio apartment,
with a couch and chairs, table, small sink, refrigerator and stove,
overhead TV monitors and an electronic control panel linked to the control
room. There was also an unobtrusive door, which would only open for the
Master, leading to a small toilet. The floor was carpeted, while the rest
of the room had a soft tile floor. Here I removed the pressure on her anus
and she stopped. "I wanted to show the Slave this area first," I said,
"because this area is strictly off-limits to the Slave unless it is brought
here by the Master. This is the Master's enclave in the Slave's quarters,
where the Master can relax and observe the Slave between strenuous bouts of
fucking, or while the Slave is performing some difficult and/or painful
task ordered by the Master. The Slave will never step from the tiled floor
of the Slave's area onto the carpeted floor of the Master's area, unless
led there by the Master."

I tit-turned her 180 degrees, then ass-marched her up to the bed.
"Believe it or not," I said, "this is the Slave's bed. It doesn't look much
like a bed, but it can be fairly comfortable once the Slave becomes
accustomed to lying in an unusual position." She hadn't seemed to notice
the dropping temperature yet, so I saw no need to enable the air curtain
surrounding the bed. When enabled, the air curtain would activate
automatically whenever the bed was locked in the horizontal position. When
the air curtain was active, the air temperature inside the curtain would be
rapidly raised back to 78 degrees. When she was allowed to sleep, I wanted
her to sleep well.

I told her I was putting her in the bed temporarily to demonstrate it
to her. First I unhooked her hands from the belt, leaving them attached to
each other behind her back. Then I positioned her at the entry point, back
to the bed, and had her step backwards until contact was made. At that
point her ankles were locked onto two padded leg platforms that contacted
her feet and calves but curved away and to the sides of the legs above the
knees. Moving up the body, the next contact point was at her waist, a
3-inch wide, padded and contoured bar at the level of her belt. She had to
lift her hands over, then behind the bar, as her back made contact. After
contact, her belt was then locked to the bar. Continuing up, there was a
6-inch wide, U-shaped padded backrest support that curved around her back
to the side of each breast. It was tight on her torso, but flexible and
springy enough that she could squeeze into it. This support was designed to
prevent the breasts from moving to her sides when she was on her back.
There were straps above and below the breasts, which were fastened once the
bed was horizontal. The straps squeezed the breasts to make them stand up
as much as possible, minimizing the "fried eggs" flattening effect seen
with large breasts when the Slave was lying on its back. It also made it
easier to attach certain equipment that would sometimes be used on her
nipples while she was in the bed. Finally, her head was strapped to a
padded headrest that could be tilted to any desired head angle, useful for
oral sex while in bed.

When she was strapped in, I rotated the bed. As it rotated, her torso
rotated with it, back and down, At the same time, the leg supports rose and
bent the legs at the knees, until finally her legs were in the relative
position they would be in if she were sitting in a chair, except her thighs
and ass were free and suspended by her calves. Her arms, still manacled
together at the wrists, dropped down below her body. I attached each calf
to the leg support with straps just below the knees to immobilize her legs.
Then I tightened the straps across her breasts, and tugged the breasts
upward by the nipples until they were standing as tall as possible above
the torso. I then spent a few minutes stimulating her nipples with the crop
and my fingers, until they were rock-hard. The final touch was to attach
her wrist cuffs with ropes to the base of the bed's frame near the floor,
disconnect the wrists from each other, then tighten the ropes to straighten
her arms and gently pull them downward at a 45 degree angle. The primary
purpose of this arm restraint was to increase the Slave's sense of
vulnerability and helplessness. If less severe arm bondage was desired, the
wrists could simply be left attached together and hanging below her body,
or reattached to the belt at the sides of her waist, or to the sides of the
headrest.

When she was fully installed, I walked around the bed once to see if
everything was OK. Then I walked to the foot of the bed and stood between
her legs. I demonstrated for her how the leg supports could pivot to almost
any attitude, to spread the legs wide or straighten them, with any desired
angle between the legs, including uncomfortably wide angles. I pointed out
to her how her thighs, ass, and belly were making no contact whatsoever
with the bed, and I spent some time caressing that area, to demonstrate how
open this left her to her Master's attentions. Walking around to her head,
I demonstrated how I could lower the headrest to position her head in any
position I desired for oral sex. To demonstrate, I briefly lowered her head
and pushed my covered crotch against her face. I saved for later a
demonstration of the many stimulation or pain devices that could be used on
her immobilized body at the bed.

Walking away from her, I said "The tour will resume shortly," and left
the room. Actually I just went to the observation room to watch her for
awhile. I saw that the temperature was now a shade below 75 degrees. In 15
minutes I returned and wheeled a small cart up to the bed, containing the
equipment I would need for the next step. She heard the cart, and strained
to look at it, but her head was rigidly strapped to the headrest, and she
couldn't roll her eyes far enough to see. I parked the cart near the foot
of the bed, then operated a control on the bed's frame to tilt her torso
and legs as one unit. I stopped when her head was about 6 inches lower than
her crotch, done more to heighten her apprehension than out of need.

Walking back up to to her head, and said, "Your Master has decided that
this Slave is not as naked as it should be. The Master believes that making
the Slave more naked will help the Slave better appreciate the seriousness
of the Slave's situation, and will produce an improvement in its attitude
and its responses to training." Slowly I walked back to the other end of
her torso. I was hoping she would soon figure out what was going to happen,
and that she would speak out without permission, to try to talk me out of
it, so I gave her a little more time by pretending to ready the equipment
on the cart. She kept silent, so finally I decided to begin.

I adjusted the leg supports to open her thighs more, then began
lathering up her pussy and all the nearby areas with body hair. At the
first touch of the lather brush to her body, she gasped and began
struggling in her bonds, but still didn't speak. The only motion she was
capable of was to raise and lower her ass using her legs, and the only way
I could stop that would be to apply support and restraint to the body areas
I told her must not be touched. I could do that if necessary, the bed
actually had an attachment that would support and restrain her ass. As her
training progressed, she would be allowed to use that ass support to give
her a more comfortable position for sleep. But I didn't want to use it yet.

With a razor in my hand, I walked back up to her head and showed her
the razor. I looked in her eyes and said, "The Slave should realize that
this procedure will be carried out with a very sharp straight razor.
Perhaps it is in the Slave's best interest to remain as still as possible.
The Slave might also want to consider the fact that the Master has not yet
made a final decision concerning whether or not the Slave will be made
totally naked. As much as the Master admires the Slave's full head of
beautiful hair, maintaining the cleanliness of the Slave's body would be
simplified greatly if all of its hair was removed. During training, it is
not necessary that the Slave be attractive, only that it be obedient." She
groaned and relaxed her body. Shaving a Slave's head was often done as a
way to further demoralize the Slave and break down its resistance, but in
her case I really didn't know if I could bring myself to destroy that
beautiful mane.

She held still as I shaved her crotch thoroughly and carefully, then
washed off the remaining soap and patted her dry. I looked up at her face
and saw that she was silently weeping. I caressed the newly-shaved areas
for awhile, occasionally letting a finger wander into her damp pussy. Then
I suddenly plunged several fingers into her pussy, and asked her if she
thought it would be difficult for her to sleep in her bed. She remained
silent, and finally I removed my fingers, slapped her on her pussy with my
open palm, and reinserted the fingers. I said, "Respond to your Master's
question, Slave!" Finally, tearful and struggling for control, she said in
a weak voice that she thought she could sleep like this if she was really
tired, and that she had almost dozed off a few minutes ago while I left her
alone.

I took that answer to mean she was really tired right now, so I
extracted her from the bed, reattached her hands to the belt, and we
continued the tour. But first I steered her close to the nearest mirrored
wall to examine my work. I ordered her to assume the Instructional Pose
facing the mirror, and when she spread her legs wide, she gasped at the
sight of her pussy opening up. Then I had her resume the Waiting Pose.
While she watched, I caressed her pussy, telling her that I wanted her to
experience how it looked and how it felt when her naked pussy was caressed.
I pressed on either side of her pussy with my finger and thumb and gently
pried apart her labia, then gently pulled back the sheath covering her
clit, so she would see how easily she was opened even while standing. I
told her she had a very sexy pussy and clit, her Master was pleased that
they were no longer concealed from view, and that her pussy would remain
naked from now on. Then I spent a minute running my hands over and through
her beautiful, shoulder-length mane, complementing her again on how
attractive it was and said what a shame it would be if the Master decided
it had to be removed. Finally I added that, if it became necessary to shave
her head, she would remain bald and completely naked throughout her
training, and would be delivered that way to her eventual owner.

Guiding her by the usual method, I showed her the Slave exercise area.
There wasn't much room to spare for that function, so we only had a few
things in there at a time, and brought in what we needed as we needed it.
Right now there was just an elliptical trainer and a versatile weight
training bench. For her, that was probably all we would need.

Moving down the room, we came to the ritual sex area, featuring
various horizontal bars and tables to which she would be attached for
whipping and sexual use. I decided to let her wait until tomorrow to
find that out the name of that area and what would happen to her there.
During the early weeks of her training, she would be brought to this
area about once an hour during the day, to be tied, whipped, and then
fucked either by me, a dildo, or a machine. Hey, Being in here alone
with her, and not superman, I would need a little artificial
assistance. For now I just told her that this was an area where she
would be tied and immobilized in various positions on occasion.
Fortunately, the dildo and the machine were kept out of sight.

Next down the wall was her toilet area. It had three fixtures, a normal
wash basin, a bidet, and a very unusual commode. Next to the basin was an
open shower area with both overhead and handheld shower heads and a drain
in the floor. There were floor-to-ceiling posts at each corner of the
shower area, incorporating numerous attach points for her manacles. The
commode had a huge bowl and no seat - remember that the slave could not sit
down. To use it, the slave went up two steps at the side, stepped across
the bowl so that one foot was on a small platform on each side of the bowl,
hooked her arms over two padded bars sticking out from behind the toilet,
and rested her weight on the bars. When her weight was sensed on the bars,
her feet and ankles were automatically locked to the platforms and the
machine began to move. While her torso was being lowered toward the bowl,
her legs were being raised out and to the sides. She wound up suspended a
few inches above the bowl, with her legs straight, horizontal, and at a 90
degree angle to each other. It was designed for maximum humiliation, and it
performed that job very well.

I hadn't described how the commode worked, but I asked her if she need
to use it, using the crude words for the bodily functions of course. I made
her answer using the correct terminology, and the answer was yes, she
needed to perform both functions. So I had her walk up to an orange dot on
the floor beside the toilet, and commanded her to kneel, place her forehead
on the dot, and not move. I went to the basin and prepared an enema for
her. I'm sure she guessed what was coming when she heard the water running,
but she remained positioned as ordered.

When I came over to her with the enema bag, I said, "In case the Slave
hasn't already guessed, it is now in the Enema Pose. The Slave will remain
still with its forehead on the dot while the enema solution runs into its
ass. When ordered, it will quickly stand up and mount two steps to the top
of the commode. The Master will have to instruct the Slave how to get on
the toilet the first time, which might take a few seconds. If the Slave
discharges anything from it's ass before it is in position over the bowl
and has been given permission, the Slave will clean it up, and the Slave's
hands will not be freed for this task. Here we go." And I slid the enema
nozzle into her, gave her a slap on the ass with my open hand, and hung the
bag from a hook.

While waiting for the bag to drain, I informed her that she would get
one of these first thing every morning, and probably several additional
times during the day, for at least her first week of training. Soon the bag
was drained, and I commanded her to get up and go up the steps, then to
step across the bowl and suspend herself from the bars. She installed
herself without spilling a drop. She was startled when the feet and ankle
clamps were activated and the machine began to move, and when her legs
began to lift and separate her mouth dropped open and she blushed deeply.
Ignoring her embarrassment,I said, "Your Master commands that his Slave hold
the waste in its body until given permission to release it. And by the way,
does the Slave see the wall straight across the room from us, the section
of mirror that isn't as reflective as the rest?" She replied that she had
noticed that. "That's the observation room, where the Slave can be watched
by anyone who cares to drop by. I'm sure at some point the Slave's future
owner will spend time in there, observing his property in training. The
Master doesn't know if it occupied now; but if it is, they are surely
admiring how sexy the Slave's naked, wide-open pussy looks." She looked at
me in disbelief, then looked down and away as she understood that I was
telling her the truth. When I commanded her to return her head to the
required erect, straight-ahead posture, she lowered her eyes to avoid
looking at the observation room.

As she was hanging over the bowl and waiting for permission to evacuate
herself, I went to her side and began playing with her breasts, nipples and
pussy again. The object, of course, was for her to learn that she always
was, and always would be, available sexually to her Master. At some point
in her training, she would be commanded to give me a blow job while in this
position. I also wanted to see if her nipples would become erect now, when
she was fully occupied trying to control her sphincter and wondering who
was looking at her naked crotch. The nipples stiffened quickly. After a few
minutes, I patted her on the pussy then walked back until I was in front of
her and slightly to the side, watching her. After a minute more I told her
that her Master, and whoever else might be watching, were now ready to
watch her release her waste, which she immediately did.

When she finished, I told her she had done very well, but nevertheless
she would get lots more practice in the coming days. I then reversed the
operation of the lift, and soon she was back where she had started,
standing with her legs straddling the toilet bowl. She climbed down and I
pushed her over to the bidet. I explained that the bidet came on
automatically when she squatted over it, so if she wasn't decisive and
precise in her positioning she would get wet. She did get a little cold
water half way up her back and on her pussy and belly, and she laughed out
loud. I thought it was so astonishing that she could laugh after what she
had been through, that I didn't have the heart to punish her or tell her
not to do it again. Frankly, I wanted her to do it again, she had a
beautiful laugh. I decided that, for this Slave, there would be no rule
against laughing or smiling. When she was clean, I dried her with a towel
and we continued the tour.

There were only a few more things to show her, and I took her through
them quickly. First was the punishment area, a raised platform with several
columns rising to the ceiling on each side and at the back. There were
attachment rings on the floor, ceiling, columns, walls, everywhere. She
didn't require much explanation here. Nor did she need a description of the
next area, every kind of whip, crop, flog, belt, etc., hanging from hooks
on the wall. I stopped her there and made her look at her torture devices
for a few minutes while I pointed out a few of my favourites, and told her
their effect on the body. I took a whip off of the wall and dragged it
across her ass, then her breasts, then her pussy.

She was pale and shaking by the time we moved to the last area on the
tour, a strange contraption with obvious electrical wiring and attachment
ropes. I told her that it wasn't as weird as it looked, it was basically a
machine that could be used either for teaching or punishment or both. I
also told her that my original plan was for her to spend her first night
here, awake and installed in that machine rather than in bed and sleeping.
But her attitude had improved so much since her beautiful pussy was
revealed, that I was changing the plan and would soon put her to bed. I
also assured her that she would be spending time in this machine in the
future, just not tonight.

Before returning her to the bed, I told her that, although I was sure
she would like some food, she couldn't have any tonight. But I could let
her have some water if she wanted. She eagerly asked for the water. I
guided her back to the toilet area, and positioned her in front of a
fixture low on the wall beside the basin, obviously some sort of faucet. I
went to a nearby supply drawer and returned with a 3-inch rubber
erect-penis-shaped object. Later she would learn to take water from longer
penises, one of which she would have to partially swallow in order to
activate it. I attached it to the faucet. At the base of the penis was a
wider hard rubber flange. I explained its function to her. "Until the
Master decides otherwise, this is the only way the Slave will drink. To
activate the faucet, the Slave kneels in front of the cock and takes it in
its mouth, deep enough so that its lips touch the flange at its base. Each
time the Slave presses its lips to the flange, four ounces - half a cup -
of water will be delivered into its mouth, then the flow will stop. The
Slave must continuously swallow to avoid spilling water, which will result
in punishment. To get a glass of water, the Slave will take 4 discharges
into its mouth. Does the Slave understand? Respond."

She answered with perfect form and read back the instructions
perfectly. God, she was good when she finally got motivated.

I told her to proceed. She had told us during interviews that she had
never had a penis in her mouth, real or fake, so I watched carefully as she
went for the first drink. The device was low enough on the wall that, after
kneeling, she still had to bend at the hips to bring her mouth down to the
right level. She took it into her mouth without hesitation, but then choked
when the water spurted to the back of her throat, and spilled most of the
first discharge. I immediately hit her three times across her ass with the
crop, hard enough to leave red marks. The tears started to flow as she
coughed and gasped, but again she kept her poise. I gave her a minute to
stop coughing and recover, then told her to try again. This time she only
lost a few drops at the very end, and steeled herself for more blows. I
didn't hit her, but said instead, "Pretty good for a beginner." She
actually grinned as she started to look up at my face but then quickly
lowered her eyes. I had her take three more discharges of water, and she
didn't spill any. I asked her if she had had enough, and she said she had.

I had her stand up, then steered her back to the bed. As we moved away
from the toilet area she kept peeking over at the observation room, like
she was trying to see through the one-way mirror. When we reached the bed,
I reinstated the eyes-down rule. Before I guided her backwards into the
bed, I enabled the air curtain, then spent a few minutes caressing her body
all over. I wanted to see how excited she would get, and I also wanted to
see how tender her tits and ass were. She winced when I rubbed my hands
over her ass, but moaned or sighed softly as I caressed her pussy and boobs
and tweaked her nipples. I then inserted her into the bed, rotated it, and
completed the attachments. I got a push-button with a cord from a nearby
drawer, plugged the cord into a socket on the bed frame, and ran the other
end of the wire through an attach ring on her left wrist cuff, so that the
push-button was lying against the open palm of her hand. "If the Slave gets
in trouble," I said, "push the button and your Master will come right away.
But know this: if the Slave pushes the button it had better be in real
trouble, or it will be removed from the bed, taken to the punishment area
and whipped all over, then installed in the punishment machine for the rest
of the night." I looked in her eyes and she nodded her head.

Before leaving, I spent a few more minutes caressing her thighs, belly,
pussy, clit, and ass. I wanted her as horny and ready for sex as I could
get her. I entered her pussy with several fingers, and was pleased to find
it well-lubricated. Then I walked up by her head and wiped my moist fingers
on her breasts. I began rolling the nipple of one breast between my
fingers, saying, "You probably thought all of your orifices would be
ravaged by now. That will come later, starting tomorrow. Not tonight." On
impulse, I bent down and kissed her on the lips, and she tentatively
responded. I knew I would be called on the carpet for that kiss, but I had
wanted to do it all day. Funny, I knew I would soon be fucking her every
way and any time I wanted to, but I had to have that kiss. I walked away,
and as programmed, the lights dimmed as I left her room and entered the
control room. I verified that the room had correctly statued her as locked
in bed and helpless, and would therefore monitor her even more closely than
usual. I went home to bed.

Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Matches

The father of a friend of mine collected matchboxes. Strange hobby, like sugar bags or pins, or cigar wrappers.
Anyway, I very remember he had all the Dutch provinces collected. Here are a few:




There are some villages in Holland where people still wear traditional clothing, but it was on the news last week (little news, I think) that because young people don't want to anymore, it becomes extinct.
Like match boxes.

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