Training Ch. 01

He looked at the room; all was in readiness. Candles flickering, casting dancing shadows upon the walls, floor and ceiling. He dipped his finger into the melted wax pooled at the base of one of the candles, watching it form to his fingertip. He glanced over at the open armoire; it contained no clothing, but an assortment of toys; paddles, whips and clamps, among many others.

He wondered which would be used tonight.

He fingered the riding crop in his hand, imagining, remembering, the sound that it made striking bare, tender flesh.

He always marked what was his.

The bed was ready as well, manacles attached to the posts of both the head and the foot of the bed. His slaves only moved when he allowed them to.

He pressed a button on the intercom. He did not have long to wait; all who served him knew the punishment for tardiness.

One of the house slaves entered leading a girl on a leash attached to a leather collar around her neck. Both were naked, slaves were not permitted to wear any clothing. The house slave neither spoke nor looked at her Master, she simply led the girl to the foot of the bed, and placing one hand on the girls' shoulder forced her to her knees.

The house slave's nipples were pierced as was her clit, a golden chain joined the three piercings. In a move simultaneously graceful and erotic the house slave dropped to her knees before her Master, head bowed awaiting further instruction.

The Master spoke to the young slave by the bed." I haven't decided how or even if, I am going to train you yet. Your former Master said that you were too willful, and required extensive discipline, which is why you were given to me. Tonight, you will only watch. You will go over to the corner and kneel, legs apart, hands behind your back."

He watched as she obeyed. Very good, he thought.

The Master studied the new slave; she was young, barely 22 years old. And her submissive tendencies were frightening to her, so she struggled and rebelled against them, even as she yearned for the control of a strong, caring Master.

Also her body was thin, too thin for some of the forms of play He enjoyed with his slaves. If He decided to accept and train her she would need to put on some weight. Her skin was clear and smooth, with a faint hint of a blush at her cheeks. She had potential, He thought.

The Master looked down at the slave at His feet "What is your name?"

"Master, the name You have given this slave is throat."

"And why are you called throat?"

"Because this slave lives for Your beautiful cock."

"throat, would you like to Me to fill your mouth with My cum?"

"Master, this slave would be honoured to be given the gift of Your cum."

"I think that there is something on your mind, what is it?"

The house slave continued to look downward, her voice suddenly quiet. "Master, this slave needs to be punished. This slave overslept and was late this morning."

The Master was silent for a moment, he was already aware of the transgression; having been made so by his butler. Master also knew that throat craved physical punishment, over all other forms of discipline.

"throat, how late were you this morning?"

"Master, this slave was 20 minutes late."

"throat, what do you think your punishment should be?"

"Lashes Master, one for every minute this slave was late."

"With the whip or the belt, throat?"

"Both Master, this slave must be punished with both."

"Very well, throat," The Master replied. "You will bring them both to me now."

He watched as she crawled to the armoire to retrieve the belt and whip. She gave both implements to The Master and awaited further orders. The master noticed throat's quickened breathing and the flush spreading across her chest. He knew that if he looked between her thighs he would find her cunt already soaked.

"Get on the bed throat, lay on your back." He fastened her wrists and ankles to the manacles, then removed the chain through her nipple and clit rings.

The master walked around throat trailing the end of the whip over her thighs and up the centre of her slit. It slid easily through her wetness.

"throat, you will count each lash for me," Master instructed. He raised his hand and brought the whip down on the tender flesh of her stomach followed immediately by a line of red. "One Master."

The next lash landed on her breasts, as did the third and fourth. The fifth, sixth, and seventh hit the soft flesh of her inner thighs, close to her sodden pussy.

Throat bit her lip holding back her moans.

"How many is that throat?"

"Seven Master, thank you Master." He rested the tail of the whip against her pussy lips.

"I'm done with the whip, throat."

Master put the whip aside and picked up the belt.

He watched the young slave from the corner of his eye. She was watching everything intently.

Master held the whip in fron of throat's eyes. "How many lashes are left throat?"

"Thirteen lashes Master."

"Begin counting."

He used the belt on all of the marks that the whip made. Covering them with wider thicker welts.

"How many lashes now, throat?" "That was eight lashes Master. Five more.

Master cupped his hand over throat's cunt. "Are you aroused, throat?"

"I'm sorry, Master."

"Count." The belt came down hard against her cunt, throat arched back her chest heaving up toward the ceiling.

"One Master,"she said through clenched teeth.

The belt whistled down again, and then a third time. The sounds echoing in the room.

The veins in throat's neck stood out with her effort to control her impending orgasm.

"Count throat, how many?"

"Three Master, thankyou Master."

"Do you want to cum, throat?" The belt struck a fourth time.

"Please Master, may I cum?"

"No throat,you may not."

"What are you throat?"

"Master, I am a Pain Slut."

"One more lash with the belt throat, and if you don't move, don't make one single sound, I'll allow to suck my cock."

"Would you like that throat?"

"Oh, Master yes, please may I have your cock in my mouth?"

"One more lash, throat."

He brought the belt down a final time. The master was pleased, throat remained still.

Now she would have her reward.