JULIA
I silently cursed the name of the man who invented the Slave Trainer and damned him to hell. It could only be a man who'd invented a device to keep a woman on the edge of orgasm without granting her relief. It would be like hooking a man's cock to an automatic milking machine and setting it to run until it had a gallon of cum. After keeping me in a state of arousal for six hours last night, Scott was at it again this morning. It wasn't so bad suffering his cumming in my mouth for the pleasure of my release; the damn thing did a fine job of making me cum when he allowed it to and the orgasms were both powerful and a welcome relief from the constant need.
The biggest problem was the time it took Scott to recover afterwards. He didn't turn it off while he recharged and I was left hanging until the next time he was able to orgasm. I could easily be climaxing every ten to fifteen minutes, but he had no hope of keeping up with me that often. It was frustrating waiting for him when all I wanted to do was cum. I supposed it's what made it a highly effective training device. You'd be willing to do most anything to cum again.
I was a lowly slave and Master didn't care whether I needed to cum or not. The fucking device was on the charger again, so at least I had some respite from my needs while we waited. He removed my collar and cuffs so I could shower and manage my other morning needs, before returning them to their positions on my body. Master put on shorts and prepared breakfast which we ate while it charged; a good thing considering I'd wanted to cum so bad last night, I barely ate. I scarfed down the bacon and eggs Scott made for me. He ate a lot too, we were both expending a fair amount of energy on sex.
At nine, the doorbell rang. Mistress Dark, I was sure. Scott said she was arriving at nine. Master told me to display and I stood as he'd taught me to stand. Mistress Dark was wearing a light coat, which I wondered about since it was still mid-summer, but the why was answered when Master took her coat revealing she had thigh high red boots, a red and black g-string and matching corset from which her D cup breasts spilled over the top off, revealing large nipples set in tea cup sized areolae.
"Did you build this?" She asked, indicating our new furniture.
"I did, though it's still rough. We have plans to stain and seal it."
"Is it a permanent fixture or can it be moved?"
"It can be broken down fairly easily," Scott said. "We intend on moving it to the rumpus room in the basement after her slavery is complete."
"I could easily sell these for five or six thousand apiece if you would be willing to make more," Mistress Dark said. "You should see the prices they charge for bondage furniture and this is much nicer and more complete than most."
"Really? Perhaps something for my slave to work on to bring money into the household when I have to go back to work. Did you bring everything I requested," Scott asked.
"Of course," she answered.
"Is it charged?"
"Indisputably," Mistress Dark answered.
Was what charged, I wondered.
"So this is your slave," Mistress Dark said, approaching me. "She's lovely. I'm very impressed."
She ran a hand over my breast, pinching my nipple. Master warned me to stand still no matter what, so I did. I moaned, however, it was so unexpected. Next her hand drifted down my stomach, over my pubic mound and two fingers glided through my slit. I managed to remain quiet for that, but jumped and a startled "ugh" slipped out when the same two fingers penetrated my pussy. Her fingers delved into my wetness for a few seconds before her hand went to my ass next and found the butt plug inserted in my rectum.
"Preparing her for anal sex?" Mistress Dark asked.
"Yes," Master answered.
"Kneel," Mistress Dark ordered and I assumed the next position.
"Have you said anything to her yet?" She asked.
That sounded ominous to me. What would he have said?
"No, only that you're going to teach her to deep throat and monitor her first experience with the whip."
Mistress Dark smiled and I wasn't particularly fond of it. It looked cruel. I suspected she was a hard Mistress to satisfy.
"Have you ever been with a woman?" Mistress Dark asked.
"Answer the question," Master ordered.
"In college, a friend and I experimented some, but it only ever extended to kisses and furtive touching of each other, never cunnilingus," I said.
"You are about to be faced with your first choice, slave," Master said. "Mistress Dark charges $150 an hour for her services. We can avoid these charges if she's allowed to teach you to lick pussy."
"Pay her, Master," I said, not particularly wanting to learn this new skill.
"You haven't heard the choice yet," Master said. "The choice is this. Learn to lick pussy from Mistress Dark or wear the Slave Trainer for the next 24 hours without being allowed to orgasm at all since I will have to pay for her services." For a moment I thought, except for when it's charging, but the thought was immediately dashed when Master said, "Mistress Dark has brought another one with her and by switching back and forth, there will be no time when a Slave Trainer is not in you. Your arousal will be constant and unending for one day without relief. I'm considering this choice because while you may have assumed any sex you had with others would be with men, it could equally be a woman. In fact, a woman would be the easier choice for me to offer in future options as it doesn't have the same negative emotional impact that seeing you with a man might have. If you are faced with a choice in the future where a woman was the choice, knowing you've been trained to please one and having faced it already, it may not be as difficult a choice to make, given the other alternative would be equally bad. Of course, as per our agreement; the choice now is yours."
Master kept quiet, waiting for my decision. He'd made the option available and wasn't pushing me to choose either choice. I'd just gone through roughly eight hours of high end arousal for much of the last fifteen hours, craving sexual release for most of that time. Considering I might go through twenty-four hours of the same without any satisfaction at all was a horrible choice. I imagined I might be able to get through it somehow, though driven nearly mad in the bargain. And to top it all off, refusal now did not obviate the possibility I wouldn't face further choices involving a woman. Going through it now may make for an easier choice sometime in the future. At least I would know what I faced. Now, I knew nothing of being with a woman except a brief flirtation with another girl in school.
Fuck. Master was not going to make this easy for me. He said there would be hard choices and he was right. In a way, it was easier because Scott had previously said it might be fun to see me with a woman, where he'd been adamant regarding infidelity with a man. So I was aware there were more emotional pitfalls for him if I chose to have sex with a man than if I were to have sex now with Mistress Dark.
"She may teach me to lick pussy, sir," I said quietly, looking at the floor.
"Excellent," Mistress Dark said. "Don't be so despondent, dear," raising my head to look at her. "It's not as bad as all that. I'm told you've already tasted yourself on your Master's cock, so the taste won't be unfamiliar to you, and as a bonus; you get to have an orgasm every time I do, and I'm quite orgasmic, so you should have a good time learning. Scott, should we start with deep throating, or cunt licking?"
"I've already cum twice this morning," Master said. "You might as well start with cunt licking. Slave, while Mistress Dark is here, you will not need to request permission to orgasm."
Mistress Dark handed him another Slave Trainer. "Put her Trainer in and we'll get started. Do you mind if we retire to your bedroom, Scott?" Mistress Dark asked. "We might as well get comfortable."
"No, of course not." Master put my Slave Trainer in me. In minutes, I'd be wet and wanting again.
"Bring along your Enforcer," she said. "We'll need it later."
Mistress Dark took my hand, drew me to my feet and led me to our bedroom, Master trailing behind me. She made me kneel in front of her.
"I believe that all sex initiated by slaves towards their Masters or Mistresses should be a seduction. The Master or Mistress may take their slaves hard, and anywhere and anytime they wish, but any initiated by the slave should be to please and tempt them. It is your responsibility to be pleasing and a seductress; to soothe them and ease their weariness. To encourage a Master to hardness even if he's just fucked you. You'll also practice this process on your Master when we begin your other training later. Given what I just said, I want you to seduce me."
What did I know about seducing a woman? I'd even stopped trying to seduce men when I'd gotten married. I was about ten years out of practice. She was waiting patiently for something to happen. I tried to remember scenes to movies or books where seductions occurred.
"Does your Master need to use the Enforcer on you?" Mistress Dark asked.
"I apologize, Mistress. It's been a long time since I tried to seduce anyone. I'm not sure I've ever tried to seduce anyone. When sex happened, it just happened. I've either never known or am so long out of practice, I don't know what to do. I was attempting to conjure scenes from movies or books to follow, but my mind is blank."
"This is a problem with most marriages," Mistress Dark said, "and the reason some Master/slave relationships are superior to mere marriages. Having attained your goal of marriage, you quit trying to please and attract your mate. If people spent as much time trying to hold onto what they already had, far fewer marriages would end in divorce. I would never give up a good slave, one who was doing all in her power to please me. My slaves are constantly striving for my attention. If a wife did the same, her husband would never leave her, or vice versa. Stand up."
I stood and Mistress Dark knelt at my feet. She proceeded to demonstrate what she wanted, beginning with kissing my feet, including licking them. She ran her hands up my legs as she was prostate at my feet, kissing them. Her touch was light, a whisper, yet I shivered. She started kissing up my leg, following her hands. Her lips, soft, pliant, delicate as they trailed up my inner thigh. She caressed and squeezed my ass cheeks as her mouth approached my sex. I was reminded of what Scott had done a few days ago. His had been a teasing seduction like this. No, slam, bam, thank you, ma'am, lick my clit, get me off, then fuck me hard. When he'd finally touched me, I'd almost exploded I was so ready. Mistress Dark was doing the same, and to the same effect. As reluctant as I'd been moments ago thinking I would be required to have sex with a woman, I was wanting and needful when her mouth found my pussy. She stopped before I orgasmed, leaving me panting. Her lips were wet with my fluids when she stood.
"You should do this or something similar every time your Master returns home. Make him feel loved and desired. I told him he should have two slaves who competed for his affections. Then a slave would realize she can be replaced if she's not pleasing to him. Now, you do the same to me. You have a cunt. You know what you like. Assume I will like much the same."
And so I proceeded to do as she suggested. Long, lingering kisses on her flesh; light loving touches, a teasing seduction of her body. When I peeled her g-string down her legs, her pussy was as moist as mine. I could smell her, her desire, her arousal, so like the scent on my fingers after touching myself. Her folds were parted, flushed with blood, dewy with her fluids. I closed my eyes and kissed my first cunt, the taste both foreign and familiar. I did the same slow seduction of her pussy as I did her body. She moaned, pleased with my performance.
My tongue traversed her slit from her sheath to her clit, tasting, teasing, finding all the hidden spots that made her moan or rub herself against me. Her breathing quickened, panting breaths filled with her passion. Her clitoris was unhooded, a pencil point, almost white against the dark pink of her pussy. I licked the tip and she gasped. I gently sucked the tiny nub and her hips rolled against my face and my chin was inundated with more of her juices.
"I'm cumming dear girl. Mmmm. Very good. You show excellent progress." She must have signaled Master because my own orgasm flooded through me just after hers flooded my mouth.
Mistress Dark lay back on the bed and spread her legs. "Again. Use your fingers this time. Every nerve ending should be explored, every hidden place forced to give up its secrets, every inch of skin caressed, inside and out."
So it began and by the time she'd had ten orgasms, I knew her body more intimately than I knew my own. Every place that made her quiver, every nerve which made her moan, every touch that made her squirm. I knew them all. I never knew anyone else's body half so well. My face was drenched in her cum. Each time she orgasmed, I was allowed to as well. I realized I was slowly beginning to equate another's pleasure with my own. Each time they orgasmed, I did too. It was enforcing a mind set of 'If I wanted to receive pleasure, I must first give it'.
"Very good, dear slave. I'm quite proud of your skill level. We have only one more thing you need to accomplish. A slave's pleasure is secondary to her owners. You must never forget your primary responsibility is to your owner's pleasure. You lose concentration and focus on the task at hand when you cum. You must not. Despite what's happening to your cunt, you will pay the strictest attention to the cock or cunt in front of you. Scott, turn off the override on the Slave Trainer. She may cum as often as she desires, but if she loses concentration on what she's doing for one second, I will signal you and you will smack her bottom hard with the Enforcer."
It took Mistress Dark five more orgasms before I got through any of my own without neglecting her needs.
"Go wash your face, slave. It's time you begin your second lesson. Scott, turn the orgasm override back on."
I left and when I returned, Master was on the bed in Mistress Dark's place, though he was still dressed in his shorts.
"Seduce your Master as you just seduced me," Mistress Dark said.
As I did to Mistress Dark, I also did to my Master, a slow seduction of all of him, taking my time, engaging him, as much of him as I could, using my lips, my tongue, my hands. When I finally released his cock from his shorts, he was hard as a steel rod, the skin stretched tight as a drum over the head. I suspected he'd also liked the show; his slave licking Mistress Dark's cunt. I was experienced enough to know lesbian sex was a very popular type of porn enjoyed by men. Apparently two pussies were nearly always better than one.
"You have a lovely cock, Scott," Mistress Dark said. "I can see why your slave might have problems taking all of you in her throat. If I might suggest, to start, let your slave get over you like you were going to sixty-nine. Your cock has a small upward bend which is good for fucking her, but might make it more difficult to suck. Sucking from above you will allow your cock to follow the natural contours of her throat."
Without waiting for Master to order it, I got into position. Perhaps he would feel free to touch me. I still wanted to cum, the Slave Trainer keeping me on the edge.
"The secret to deep throating cock, little slave, is when you feel him at the back of your throat and feel the need to gag, you must swallow. Keep swallowing as long as the gagging feeling persists. When you're eating, you don't gag when food goes down your throat. I don't know why, whether swallowing suppresses the gag reflex or your body realizes from swallowing that the food is in your throat temporarily, but it works. You'll also breathe through your nose, and take breaths when he's not down your throat. Now watch me for a moment."
Mistress Dark put Master's cock in her mouth and within ten seconds, had worked her lips to the base. She did a few up and down bobs of her head to show me him all the way down each time, taking breaths at the top, then her lips nestled in his pubic hair. Finally she rose up and off him, leaving his cock wet and shiny with her saliva. I was impressed. I doubted I'd ever taken much more than half of him myself and I'd been practicing on him for ten years. She'd done it in ten seconds. Master's cock was quivering. I suspected he might cum soon.
"Now, you try, slave, and if you aren't successful, imagine a slave who is, wanting to take your Master from you."
She'd made it seem so easy. I did as she'd suggested and I think I got almost three-fourths of him down on my first attempt. Unfortunately, Master was close to climaxing and he flooded my throat with his cum and I pulled off him, sputtering and choking, his last few spurts shooting up and hitting me in the face. Mistress Dark spanked my bottom hard and told me not to waste his precious cum and told me to get my mouth back onto his cock and keep sucking him through his climax. A second swat to my bottom and I was sucking his cock desperately, feeling the slimy stuff roll into my mouth.
"No orgasm for you," Mistress Dark said. "Get him hard again."
Master had cum three times this morning, though two were much earlier. Still, I didn't expect it would be easy to get him to an erection, but the days activities thus far might have aroused him more than I suspected. He never got completely soft and while he was at his smallest, I found I could easily take all of him in my mouth. As he grew, so did my ability to accept him and even when he was full sized, all of him fitted in my throat.
Mistress removed the orgasm override and within seconds I was climaxing. The second I lost focus on Master's cock, she smacked me with the Enforcer and I jumped. She hit me much harder than Master did.
"Focus on your Master's cock," she ordered. "You owe him all your attention. It doesn't matter what's happening to you. I don't care if you're getting fucked in the ass, lavish all your attention on the prick in your mouth."
I did a little better after that, not wanting to be swatted again. Mistress Dark changed things up again. She grasped the end of my butt plug and started fucking me with it, up and down, never withdrawing it. I gasped and failed to pay attention to Master's cock. Smack! Fuck! I redoubled my efforts. She didn't stop. Between the Slave Trainer and her playing with my anal plug, I was cumming over and over. I earned a couple more swats, but then none. When Master orgasmed again, I swallowed all of his cream without a problem.
Mistress Dark patted my bottom. "Very good, slave. I'm impressed again. It usually takes a couple training sessions to reach your levels of expertise. Each time you pleasure your Master, explore, discover what he likes and what he loves. You should know his body as well as you know your own, perhaps even better. We have only one more thing to accomplish, Scott."
"Yes," Master said. "I want you to supervise her first whipping and ensure I'm doing it right."
"I'd suggest the St. Andrew's cross for the first one," Mistress Dark said. "Her movements are more limited, which makes it more unlikely she'll move enough for you to strike something you didn't intend to."
"I hadn't thought of that."
"Yes, if slaves are allowed to wiggle and squirm too much, it's almost inevitable they'll move someplace you weren't expecting and be struck somewhere you wished you hadn't."
His slave was another object in the room. They were discussing me as if I didn't matter. I was a slave, they were Masters. Sex slaves were good for one thing, sex. I was a sex slave and now I was enslaved to a strong Master, like my fantasies, except I loved my Master. He wasn't some space alien who'd captured me; he was my husband.
"Let's remove her Slave Trainer," Mistress Dark said. "She's cum enough her body should still be flooded with endorphins."
"Take it out, slave," Master said.
I removed it. You couldn't see the original color on the penile projection, only the white layers of my cum. I don't know how many times I'd orgasmed, but it was a lot.
Master smiled at me. "Go wash it off slave and stick it on the charger."
"Yes, Master." I moved to obey. When we started last night, I'd thought of my husband as Scott more than half the time, needing to concentrate to remember to use Sir or Master when addressing him. Now, I was barely thinking Scott at all. He was becoming my Master. I was sinking into my role. I was becoming his slave.
I returned and Master fastened me on the cross with my backside out. Mistress was right. There was very little play when I was secured. I doubted I could move more than an inch or two in any direction.
"Remember what I taught you on Tuesday. Test the whip on yourself first. Start with her buttocks at the same strength you decided for yourself. Give her thirty on her back, spread out all over, harder on her bottom, less hard on her back and legs."
Apparently, there was a method to the madness. I heard Master striking himself a few times, then felt the lashes flick on my bottom. It was painful, but not as bad as I expected. I gave a small squeak, then realized it was less than anticipated and saved more noise for when it became more painful. It eventually did, but never as bad as I thought it would and then it was over, and I'd survived.
Master removed my restraints, but instead of releasing me, he turned me outward so my back was against the cross and I was facing them. My bottom burned where it touched the cross and I was thankful to have padded the wood and covered it with vinyl.
"Is Master going to whip my front now?"
"I am."
"I think you should put her nipple clamps on before doing this," Mistress Dark said.
Master got them and my nipples were hard buds, easy to place the clamps on. It was painful, but a good pain, like last night.
Mistress Dark came up to me and stroked my cheek. "Your Master cannot strike the front of your body with his hand or a paddle. It would be much too severe. The whip is a much better tool for this. You're stronger than you think, little one. You can do this. Thirty more to the front, Scott."
I was taller than she was, yet she called me little one. So far, I'd managed everything else thrown at me today. I suppose I could manage this as well. I determined I'd be as brave and strong as I could be, for my Master.
I saw him test the whip on himself again, perhaps uncertain because of where he'd be striking me. Satisfied he'd found it, the lash fell on my stomach and I flinched. Again, not as bad as I expected. His strokes grew harder, then lighter. The first time the lash struck my breasts, I gasped, the sudden pain like fire, yet again, not as bad as I expected. The same when he struck my vulva. It hurt, but not excruciatingly so. It fell into a rhythm, a small burst of sharp pain, slowly wearing away to an overall heat which seemed to spread to all corners of my body, centered on my cunt.
"Thirty," Mistress Dark said, "now fuck her, hard, right on the cross."
Master came to me, bent his knees and slid his cock right into my pussy, warm and wet and the first time he'd filled me as slave. With the plug in my ass, I was as full as I'd ever been in my life, climaxing instantly and I wished to hold him as he fucked me, but I was pinned to the cross, a butterfly on display. In and out, fucking me as hard as he could, riding me through my orgasm, giving me another, then another. I was sobbing hysterically, all the tension built from my whipping, pouring out through my cunt.
"Master," I sighed. "Fuck me. Fuck your slave's cunt. Cum in me. I want to feel you cum in me."
His hands grasped my ass as he plunged into me, over and over. I lost my sense of self, becoming only an object to be fucked, to be filled, to be used by a Master. He was a machine, emptied multiple times today and able to keep going long past our usual sex. When he orgasmed, it was anti-climactic, his cock swelling and sending a small amount of cum into the heated cauldron of my pussy awash with my own.
We were both breathing hard when he released me. I clung to him like a barnacle, kissing him wildly.
"Kneel," Mistress Dark ordered and I fell to my knees, still breathing hard. She released my nipple clamps, then said, "Show me you haven't forgotten how to lick cunt, slave."
Using every fragment of skill drilled into me by her earlier, I gave Mistress Dark another orgasm.
"A very satisfying day," she said. "I suspect you have a natural born sex slave, Scott. I've never seen anyone take to it so fast. I'd love to hear about her progress through the next three weeks."
I was leaning against my Master's leg, holding and stroking his leg. "I'll be happy to keep you updated on her progress," Master said.
"I believe you can ease up on the Slave Trainer for the most part. She has no discernible aversion to your cum anymore. It won't hurt to fuck her until she asks for permission to cum, then make her finish you in her mouth. All in all, you have a delectable slave slut in whom you can take great pride."
"I do," Master said. "I love my slave a great deal. How much do I owe you for the other things I purchased?"
"$529. I included the ball gag for free."
What other items had Master purchased? Then I smiled to myself because I knew it didn't matter. I'd find out soon enough.