Don't Go Into The Woods

I was shaking inside. A man had been killed. I didn't want to die. It was overpowering so I meekly answered, "Yes, Sir."

The next day he had me tan in a bikini. The bra had holes cut out at the nipples and I could tell this would make me look like I had areola. The bikini bottom was a typical bikini bottom. The bikini was plain black. The bra part bunched at the middle of the front and two small cups were held by a thin spagetti strap wrapping around my back and tied in a bow. The other two straps were each on the top of a cup tying in another bow behind my neck.

He also used three water tattoos. You know the kind you apply with a wet cloth and will last about 10 days. Above the center of the bra was the word "girl" and above the center of the bikini bottom was a slightly larger "Cunt"

I couldn't see what he had stuck on my ass but I found out later it said, "Spank Me"

For the ten days I sunbathed twice a day for about 30 minutes each time. The last day of tanning was the day before the other men arrived. By this time the tattoos had started to wash away and instead I had dark skin except where the tattoos had been. The words, Girl, Cunt, Spank Me were very easy to read against the tan.

But there were more rules and training. I had to practice my curtsy many times a day with the "Yes Sir" and "Thank You Sir," until it became automatic.

When I was asked if I wanted a spanking I had learned to curtsy and of course say, "Yes Sir." It was humiliating but better then dead. And some of my spankings weren't for misbehavior. Others were simply because when I was asked if I wanted a spanking and I had to answer "Yes Sir."

A typical end of day example was like this. I would come over to Dick and he would have me lift my skirt and lower my panties. He would be sitting on the sofa and he'd grab my arm and have me bend over.

"Do you think you misbehaved today girl?" he'd ask.

Of course I would answer, "Yes Sir."

"You forgot to say "Thank you Sir" after I gave you permission to pee. Right?"

"Yes Sir," I'd reply.

(Oh, I forgot to tell you. I had to ask permission to use the toilet at first. Over time this changed. I'll explain that later.)

After which I would be given ten hard hand spanks and have to say, "Thank You," when he was done.

Sometimes I would get many more swats then I needed to cry so my cheeks would be streaked with tears. My mistakes were mostly for forgetting to say 'Thank You Sir," but there were others for not cleaning a dish thoroughly or if he found a pubic hair on the toilet. Sometimes the spankings not only made me cry during them but also long after especially when I went to bed with my butt still stinging. Even in bed I was afraid to touch since I thought he might be watching

One day Dick took me over to what had been an empty spot in the living room. He had set up a chalkboard on an easel and a couple of feet in front was a piece of duck tape adhered to the floor parallel to the chalkboard.

"Remember what I said about you would one day ask for a spanking?" Dick asked with a sly smile.

"Yes Sir," I replied and thought back to that spanking just a short while ago.

"Well, I'm sure you've remembered your spankings since then. Right?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Soon there will be a group of other men here and making mistakes could lead to a many worse spankings. So, this is an opportunity for you to perhaps reduce the number of swats on your ass..

"However, I assure you this is a better choice," he said and then explained to me that if I made a mistake I was to come at the beginning of the next hour and write my mistake on the chalkboard. I was also to pull my panties down, bend over and hold my skirt up and wait for someone to come over and give me an appropriate punishment after which I would be dismissed and I should know by now my "Thank and Yes Sir." "Do you now understand you will ask for your spanking with the hope of mitigating your punishment," Dick questioned.

"Yes Sir, " I said with a quivering voice. I knew this was another behavioral change. And with that I was dismissed back to my current task which was sewing a hole in a pair of underwear which was so old there were still yellow stains the wash didn't get out.

Then one evening I was wearing a thin satin negligee Dick had picked out for me. It rubbed seductively against my cock. Actually, the feel of satin against my body was one of the first big turn-ons for me. I could easily cum rubbing myself through satin panties before all this. I had just finished washing his boxers when I heard him call to me.

"Pussy, you almost done?" Dick called out from the living room.

"Yes Sir," I answered nervously.

"Hurry up unless you want another spanking," he mockingly said.

I hurried as fast as I could but I wasn't allowed to run or walk normal. I didn't want another spanking but I had to walk slowly with my ass wiggling. As Dick had taught me, "Have your pussy hole, when you walk, make a man want to push his cock up there."

I just wanted to go home. As soon as I was done I came around the sofa I felt so naked in the flimsy negligee.

As I said before, Dick was a big guy. The sofa was indented with him sitting there. He must have been over three hundred pounds, I thought as he handed me a DVD.

"Go put that in the DVD player and come sit by me," Dick said.

I took the DVD and walked over to put it in. Of course I was hoping it wasn't like the other DVD. I was so scared.

The disc was black with yellow block print. All it said was Lessons. And then I turned and started back towards the sofa. I didn't want to look him in the eye so instead I just looked at this disgusting fat man with stained plaid shirt as his hand patted where I should sit. I thought I knew what was going to happen but I didn't want to believe it.

Up to this point I had only be spanked and trained but as I turned to sit down and his hand caressed the back of my leg. I felt his fingers going under the skirt touching my ass. I couldn't sit right away with him touching and probing. Finally he had me sit. I felt so tiny next to him and I smelled so girly while he emitted a strong smell of testosterone.

The film had started and Dick put his arm around me. "You will do everything in this movie and more and you will do it always with a sweet smile and a 'yes sir.' he grinned as he talked.

The movie played and although the guy in the film a bit younger and not as fat as Dick he was still nasty. Just as I saw the guy in the movie start to finger the girl Dick put his hand between my legs.

"Well Pussy girl, do you understand you will do anything I ask or any man asks immediately, without hesitation and without complaint?" Dick asked.

"Yes Sir," I said my throat dry.

This was the beginning of my sex servitude lessons. As I've said before, more and more I sank into this docile obedient girl. He coaxed me to rub my 'pussy' while I sucked his cock and said if I could get myself to cum when he did I'd get a pleasant surprise.

Well of course that didn't happen but I was surprised when he touched me there I did get a bit hard. He laughed a bit and said I was a "real girl."

What was also weird was I never felt like I was enjoying myself but more like I was allowing myself to be used and to be controlled.

Much of the time Dick wasn't harsh but nearly always I was taught or perhaps a better word 'conditioned' to be a particular type of girl who was also a boy. I learned how to walk in heels in short steps. And although I had walked in heels this was different. Once I forgot to put one foot in front of the other so my ass would sway I immediately went to the chalkboard and wrote it down bent over waiting with my white satin panties lowered just below my ass, my hands holding my blue flowered skirt up. I must have waited about 15 minutes before Dick came over. He didn't spank me then or later. Without even realizing it I began to immediately go to the chalkboard on the hour for things I thought I had done wrong.

When I chipped a dish once I was standing there on the duct tapeline waiting. He came over and lubed my hole pushing a butt plug up

As I said my duties included keeping the cabin clean, washing the dishes and clothes and also cleaning Dick's tobacco juice Mason jar. Unfortunately there was neither a dishwasher nor washing machine so I had to do everything by hand in the large restaurant sink.

But, I did get good long spankings at times. They mostly turning my ass red not blistered. However when I was instructed on 'how to sit' my ass stung. Dick had me lift my skirt and then sit down so I wouldn't crease my dress. And, with my ass burning hot from a spanking sitting was not the most comfortable thing in the world especially my bare bottom on the coarse fiber chair seats. The various lessons and rules went on day after day. Of course there were only four words I was allowed to say. I wasn't allowed to start a conversation nor end it. I was only to reply with the "Yes Sir," or "Thank You Sir."

I was taught to sit with my legs slightly spread apart so men could see my panties and would want to fuck me. My various cleaning duties were inspected each day Dick explained this was for me to have a more pleasant time when the men arrived.

And although I had to stand in the corner many times with my skirt up and panties down, ass burning from a good over the knee spanking I also was given time to relax or nap. Among the hardest things to learn was the kiss especially from a fat old guy who was sticking his tongue in my throat. Funny how a French kiss could be more humiliating then sucking his dick.

I was taken several times around the perimeter so I'd know the boundaries even at night.

The cabin had five bedrooms, one bath and the large main room with giant fireplace, kitchen and dining table. From the outside it appeared as a hunting cabin but inside it was a tad more civilized. Although the floors were wood plank various carpets of fur and fabric were laid out with a bit of woodsy décor.

The kitchen was functional and there was even a small room off of the kitchen with several stocked freezers. I don't know what generated the electricity but really only the lights; refrigerator/freezer and ceiling fans were electrified. Oh, and the scant bit of hot water too.

The four bedrooms were quite Spartan with knotty pine paneling, typical off white ceiling and trim pain. There were two single beds in each room and each had a dresser though none matched.

A small alcove was cut into a wall of the kitchen housing a vanity table, chair and a wood poll for hanging clothes. This would be my domain. Even though I knew make up there were many more items then I carried with me. Dick explained the girls of the past had left these as I would leave my stuff when I left. That seemed reassuring. The idea I would leave someday.

A routine began to develop over the months.

At some point Dick added something new to the spanking. He told me I was going to learn to have a spanking, cry and have an orgasm at the same time.

The first training of this was the following way. He called me in one day and he had a sex tape running and told me to watch. It was a very simple man and woman sex tape.

After it ran for a bit I felt some urges going on. I always related to porn. But then I felt his hand rubbing my penis through my satin panties. I got harder

"Good girl," he said, "now bend over and hold your skirt up."

Then he pulled my panties down a bit and put his lubed hand over my cock saying, "You can orgasm and continue to be spanked until you cry. You can cry and orgasm at the same time. Or you can cry and continue to be spanked till you orgasm.

Then he started to jerk me and spank me. The first time I had an orgasm before I started crying so he kept spanking me till I cried.

Over time I learned not only to cry and orgasm at the same time but even for me to simply rub myself through my panties without lube and to orgasm as I was crying from being spanked.

In time I associated spankings, tears and my little orgasm as if they all went together. Often I'd be hard when getting just a spanking and when I was allowed to please myself. Pleasure and pain blended together as I drifted lower into the desire of humiliation and degradation.

Of course I was instructed 'never' to play with myself without permission.

Dick also said what I did was more of a feminine orgasm not man cum and so from now on I was to think of my clit and my g-spot and that I was just a girl.

He would ask me after I squirted if I had 'squirted pussy juice?'

I would answer, "Yes Sir."

Sometimes he replied, "Good girl," and he'd give me a treat, like a piece of chocolate.

In time I associated with the words 'good girl' as well. Sometimes I wanted him to spank me and let me squirt.

He also taught me to get hard without release depending on various things besides spankings. Like when I was sucking his cock or he was feeling me up. As I said before, I had spankings with my little hard-on yearning away. One time I almost squirted without even being touched. Often I'd leak a little pre-cum. When I did Dick would say, "good girl."

My bathroom control was simple. I was to stand by the bathroom door and squirm like a girl needing to pee. If I needed to poop I was to stand there with my panties down to my knees.

He always let me go poop but he often let me squirm for a while and a couple of times I'd leak a bit. Once he spanked me when I needed to go but had wet myself a little. Before I knew it I was crying and peeing myself. I was so ashamed when he stopped and said, "girl you need to learn some control."

Sometimes he watched me pee. He also had trained me to pull my panties just to my knees and sit down on the toilet (I wasn't allowed to use the toilet seat) making sure all of me was tucked in so I only showed my pussy pubes and thus appeared like the girl he said I was.

Everyday, every moment was training but eventually things started to come naturally to me. I walked with the sway. I knew when to whimper and when to cry and I became this creature of his.

Chapter Three --The Arrival

Holding the door open for the men I thought this must be the big fat old beer belly man convention. I had learned before to only address them as Sir. Dick had both trained and spanked "thank you Sir," into me many times over the past months.

My pink lipstick smiling lips uttered "Yes Sir," as the first burly man started through the when he asked me if I was a cum slut. Each man came in with a different remark followed my either a "Yes Sir" or a "Thank You Sir."

One of them who was a bit shorter then the others in height but not in girth stopped at the door with his belly against me said, "Oh, you will do nicely," and he patted my ass as he entered.

For the next ten minutes they unloaded the van of ice chests, luggage, cases of beer and booze etc. My collar had become a part of me now but I noticed in one of the bedrooms a leash. It made me twitch a bit at my neck. I was left in the kitchen to put the provisions away as the men gathered in the living room making jokes and talking. Some of the conversation was about how nice it was to be here again and about getting away from the everyday.

One man called out, "Bring me a cold one," to me. I had been taught how to serve as well during this period of isolation. I got a beer out of the cooler and placed in on the bar tray with the bottle opener next to it and carried it out 'barmaid' proper. But in serving it there was a difference. I had been taught to bend at the waist and not the knees.

As I bent over he touched my ass and said, "you have a nice ass girl and you smell pussy perfect. "Did you wear that perfume to entice us?"

Nervously I answered, "Yes Sir."

Later that night I had my legs were in the air, and my ass high. My panties were pulled down to my ankles.

"This is great," the man said, "so this just screws off?"

Although I didn't know what he was doing his comment and the feeling I got from him screwing some counterclockwise on my butt plug made me worry.

"You guys have to see this. She has a pussy," the man continued and one of the other men came to look and also confirmed his comment.

"You'll have to look how pink and sweet it is when you get up here," the first man said.

I was looking up at him as he unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly laughing.

"Wait," Dick called out, "don't forget whoever is last to use the plunger cap on the mantel not the one removed. What is will do is pretty self-explanatory. Our spunk will be forced into her butt when she stands it will not flow back. Like a backwash valve on a toilet."

From the back of the room I heard one guy say, "I so enjoy when we come out here and get to try the kinky sexual devices we make at home. Whose idea was this one?"

Dick smiled and took credit.

The man above me laughed. His pants fell to the floor with the belt clanging. He put the key and whatever he had undone on the fireplace mantel next to us.

"Now girl, this is what is going to happen. I'm going to jerk off into your pussy and so will the other seven men. When you are fully loaded we'll push our cum down into you and your plug will be capped and you will serve us. Do you understand what serves us means?"

Tears began to well in my eyes as I answered, "Yes Sir."

"And while we are here after anything one of us MEN does to you or with you, you will always say Thank You," he continued.

"Yes Sir."

When he was finished he slapped my ass he picked up a magazine from the mantel. I could see if was a porn magazine from the cover as he stood there looking at it. Then he started jerking over when he started to come not all of it went into the plug some landed on my balls. He exhaled when he was done and over the next hour the other seven men drained their balls into the plug.

The last man took the other device from the mantel and said "Bottoms up," mockingly as he inserted it and twisted. At that moment I knew it was a mini plunger. While the other men came I felt some of their spunk seep through the butt plug into me. Now I knew the rest was being pushed past the nozzle of the plug and deep inside me.

The Man said, "All done, now get up and get me a beer."

I got up and although I couldn't really feel their cum sticky inside me my mind knew it. I began to walk to the kitchen when he called me back.

"Girl have you lost your manners?"

I could only answer, "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."

"Go get my beer and then come back here for a good spanking."

"Yes Sir," I answered in a frightened whisper and started walking to the kitchen.

"Hey always wiggle your ass. Shake like the cum cocktail waitress you are," he said loudly.

I wiggled to the kitchen but when I was walking out with the beer I was afraid I'd drop it so I couldn't wiggle much.

I bent over pouring the beer into his glass. There were a eleven beer glasses and Dick had told me to be sure always to have a nice clean one for each man.

The man had a gray unkempt beard and although I didn't know their names I could easily distinguish them. None were completely clean-shaven. They were all dirty old men who acted like I wasn't the first.

"Are you ready for your spanking?" he asked.

"Yes Sir but may I first go pee?" I replied.

The man turned to Dick and said, "I'm glad you left the toilet training to us."

He turned to me and asked, "Do you know how an indoor bitch gets toilet trained?" The man didn't expect a reply but continued, "a well trained bitch, and I'm talking dog, waits till her master takes her out to do her business. And, a bitch in heat is happy to sniff ass and be fucked. You have seven Masters and you will be a bitch in heat from this day forward. So from now on we will know when you need to eat and when you need to piss and shit.and where. Do you understand?