Denise

"Mistress Jenny has required that you see her at eleven." She said. "You will report to me just before eleven here."

With that she sent me to my room. At a few minutes before eleven I reported and was taken through the house to see Miss Jenny. We passed out of the area of the house that I knew and into the areas reserved for the service of the highest slaves. They moved about silently in black uniforms like the one that Miss Alain always wore.

Mistress Jenny was sitting in an armchair reading a book when we entered the room. Miss Alain gave me a little push and then left the room. Mistress Jenny stood and walked over to me.

Mistress Jenny walked round me as she spoke. "My dear Denise, I hear good things about how fast your training is going. Only six demerits and already you have been here three months learning your new trade."

I smiled my thanks and kept silent; it was almost habit to say nothing when I was not asked a direct question.

"You are being sought by Miss Clearmont and Miss Kathy, they are in a real state now that you seem to have escaped them. I hear that Miss Kathy has hired a whole firm of P.I.'s to find you and their trail leads to the party where I found you and no further. It is of course difficult for me to hide you like this. I hope that you are grateful for the great favour that I am doing you." Then she continued. "You may speak slave."

"I thank you for your help and am very grateful that you are so fair." I replied.

"Denise, you realise of course that I cannot hide you forever. When the next phase of your training is complete I must, reluctantly, sell you as I do all my slaves." She said.

My heart missed a beat and I must have looked very downcast. So I could not stay here but would be given to another Mistress or Master to do as he or she willed. I had hoped to stay sheltered for longer.

"I can promise that you will be sold, maybe to a man who needs a slave for his sexual needs. Your training here will protect you because you will be able to serve all his needs and will be a valuable item that he would not lightly throw away or damage. But you must understand that I cannot guarantee that he or she will be as kind as I have been."

One of her hands moved to stroke my pussy. The sharp nails scratched lightly down the lips of my sex. "You are a very special slave to me. Because of that I have been taking a personal interest in your progress. Soon will begin the next phase. You will be taught to please a man or woman with sex. Most owners like their sex slaves to have their clitoris removed so that the slave can concentrate on the most important thing, their owner's pleasure. A few others prefer this small unimportant operation not to be done. That means that this decision will be left to the new master or Mistress. It makes sure that the price that I get from selling you will be higher." One of her fingers tickled my clit as she spoke and I could not help but to shudder with pleasure. "Oh good." She said. "You are so sensitive, Mistress Janet will be so pleased."

I started to wriggle my hips in sympathy to her fingers and she moved one hand to hold a ringed nipple. The pleasure was so intense that my knees nearly gave way. Then she slowed down and slipped a finger through the ring. My nipples hardened and I closed my eyes.

"I really think that Mistress Janet will take such pleasure in your training." She said in a soft voice. "I think you will fetch a great price and you will be so happy being used by your new master."

She then brought me to a climax. She had such a sensitive touch and knew exactly how to make me respond. I hoped that it would last forever but I could not hold back. When she had finished she slipped her fingers into my mouth to lick. I felt like a puppy being stroked.

For a couple of weeks after Mistress Jenny spoke to me the routine stayed the same. I started to enjoy my life as a slave. I almost never saw the Mistress's of the household, and then only in passing. Then the routine changed. Miss Alain changed my pink dress for a red one and told me to get ready for the next training stage. She showed me a medallion in the shape of a rose.

"If anyone bearing this symbol wishes to use you then you must comply. They will tell you what to do and you will obey without question. Should you question or refuse such an order it will count as three demerits. A second such refusal and you will be for the farm."

II

That night after curfew a man with a rose medallion entered my room. He was a blonde man of about six feet whose finely sculptured naked body smelt of roses. He lifted the cover on my bed and slipped in beside me. I shivered as his hands ran over my body and touched me from feet to the top of my head. His hard prick pressed into my thigh urgently as his fingers played with my nipples. It was only a few moments before I was wet with desire.

"I am here to teach you how to pleasure a man." He whispered into my ear. "You will learn from me how a cock is to be sucked and how to make a man come so slowly or fast as he wishes. You will learn how to appeal to a male."

The room was dark and close. His fingers slipped through my cunt, and in passing stroked me to leave me feeling hot and cold. Gently he bunched his fist in my short hair and pulled me down to where his other fist gripped his cock. When I was only a few inches from the throbbing tip he slowed down.

"Open your mouth wide and slip over the tip without touching it." He said. "Then stroke the little ridge underneath the head of my prick with your tongue."

His hand guided me to cover his prick with my mouth and I tickled him gently.

"Can you feel a rhythm?" he asked. "Slowly work in time to it. As I thrust pull back and lick, each time the same."

I obeyed him and felt urgency in his hips. He responded by tickling me a little and slid a finger into me. I felt his cock throb and he pulled me back. "You must respond by either making the man come when you can taste him, or not, as he wishes. I do not wish to yet." I felt him lift his hips and he turned away from me. I could see his firm buns just before he thrust me forward. Lick me."

I parted his buns with my hands and thrust my tongue into the depth of his ass. He pushed harder. "To really please me you must go deep and lick hard." He said. I felt his other hand grip my pussy and pull. It was ecstasy and I came. "Do not stop, your pleasure is unimportant."

I licked and sucked at him while he lay and moaned. "Now move a hand to the front and slowly draw my cock back." I did as he asked and felt him thrust. "Now move to the front and take me in your mouth." As soon as I did he came. It seemed to be an unending stream on my tongue. I swallowed it and he gave a sigh of approval.

With a smooth motion he untangled our bodies and stood by the bed. "Not bad for an amateur." He said. "Every night we will fuck like this. You will learn to control your coming and only release if I tell you that you may. You will learn to make me come in any way that I wish without me having to tell you." He continued with the lecture. "Every night after our sex you will clench your cunt muscles two hundred times. Each clench will be held for two seconds. This will tighten you up for me." With that he left my room. I started the exercises at once even though I had been secretly doing it anyway.

I never learned the name of my rose scented tutor, but I learned how to please him. I learned how to take a prick, without choking, all the way to the root. I learned how to tickle his ass hole with my tongue from the inside. I found his prostate with a finger up his ass hole and learned how to sense his coming from its contractions. His balls were gently sucked until they tried to hide inside his body. Giving him head in a dozen different styles I found the pressure point at the base of his cock that stopped him coming or allowed him as I willed. Even though he controlled me I controlled his pleasure. Every few nights he let me come too, sometimes he left me high and dry but I had to make him come even so. I must have licked his come from every part of his body and then used it as a lubricant to make him come again. He never lost control but corrected me with patience until just making him reach his peak as he wished gave me the same satisfaction as if I had orgasmed myself. My pussy tightened as it recovered from the attentions of Miss Clearmont and I learned how to control the muscles to clench and squeeze a prick when it entered me. As slack as a whore or as tight as a virgin the tunnel of my sex milked his cock with its grip time after time.

The sometimes long nights pleasing my tutor often left me exhausted in the early morning and made my set tasks more difficult. Miss Alain never took this into account but indeed seemed to give me more and more tasks that demanded care and hard work. I grew stronger physically than I had ever been but somehow the lack of feeling in the nightly sex sessions left me more pliable and ready for training.

III

The days passed each one similar and I lost count of their passing but it must have been a couple of months before Mistress Janet visited me. She came to my room at the time that I was expecting my tutor. She came into the room and said. "Come with me my dear it is time for the final stage of your training." She led me to a room that I had never before visited. Large and decked out as a bedroom, it had a four poster set in the middle of the room and large wardrobes around three walls. There were no windows and a large table was set on the other wall by the door.

"This is my personal training room." She said. "It is here that you are going to learn how to please a woman." She turned to face me before continuing. "Having a Mistress is much more demanding than having a man as an owner. They have little interest in your pleasure and none in your comfort. It is probable that you will be sold to a woman who sees you as a simple slave who is one of the many trying to please her so it is important for you to perform well. When this stage is over you will be sold so you must be ready."

With that she opened a cupboard that was full of canes and crops. With care she picked one and came back.

"If you do not learn to please me I shall tell you with this."

She then put the cane between my legs, lifted it to touch the lips of my sex and drew it slowly through. I felt it enter me, and the ridges on the bamboo stimulated my clit as it passed through. Suddenly she let it drop a little and struck up. I gasped as she hit me; the pain and the stimulation were equal.

"You see, already you have failed the first lesson! You must show no reaction when your Mistress plays with your body." With that she walked behind me and struck me across the ass with the cane.

"Kneel my little slave and put your hands behind your back. I shall now let you please me."

I did so and felt her unzip my dress. After removing it I felt her fetter my hands with a pair of handcuffs. Mistress Janet was wearing a long draped dress in black, the lacy seam of which touched the floor. This she lifted over my head. For a moment I saw her long leather boots and red pubic hair, then all was dark. I felt a pressure at the back of my head as she pushed me into her pussy. I had to run my tongue through her pubic hair to find her lips and lick them The pressure increased and I felt her dress lift up my back to expose it. Suddenly I felt a stinging pain as she caned me smartly. I pushed my tongue into her cunt to find her clit and her inner lips swelled with pleasure. As I fondled her clit with my tongue she opened her legs slightly. I could feel the harsh patent leather of her boots scratch against my ears as my head was forced back so that my tongue could reach into her wet hole. She began a slow rhythmic motion with her hips that made it difficult to breathe and keep up with the motion. I could feel her legs trembling and speeded up. Suddenly another blow was laid across my ass.

"Slow down you stupid little bitch." She said. "I won't give you another warning."

I slowed again and switched the attentions of my tongue between clit and vagina, massaging her lips with my lips and feeling the slick excitement as her hips rolled. Suddenly she came so I stopped. Another two rapid cuts from the cane and I started again, this time more softly as she was surely more sensitive after her first orgasm. She gave a groan of satisfaction and pressed onto me. My neck was supporting her hips and felt the strain with an ache that spread to my back. But Mistress Janet was insatiable and pressed on. When she came a second time I slowed again to find out if she wanted more.

Suddenly I was in the light again with the Mistress in front of me watching. I blinked and licked her juices from my lips.

"Not too bad little slave, but you really must anticipate my needs better. I expect premonition when you pleasure me." She said. "Tomorrow we will continue your training, until then you will remain in the cuffs as a sign of my displeasure at your bungling after I came the first time."

I returned to my room with my dress in my teeth. I tried to get it on but with my hands behind my back it was impossible. In the morning Miss Alain gave me two demerits for being naked and then I was given my tasks. With my hands behind my back I really struggled with the tasks that included scrubbing floors and operating the washing machines. As a result I got another demerit and a thrashing that left my inner thighs sore and very tender.

The next night with Mistress Janet was better. She entered with a swish of fur. Her pointed silver stilettos glistened on sheer stockinged legs. A full-length fur coat covered her from neck to knees. Mistress Janet indicated that I should stand. As I did so she parted the coat with her gloved hands to reveal that she wore only the stockings under the fur. Her breasts with erect nipples proudly jutted over her rounded stomach. The bush of her pubic hair had been trimmed to a triangle that pointed to her naked pussy. The cane in her right hand tapped impatiently on the tiles of the floor. All I could do was to stare at her impressive body.

"Turn round little slave." She said in an imperious voice. Slowly I turned my back on my mistress. I felt her cuff my wrists and then blindfold me with a silk scarf. The folded silk felt soft on my skin even though it was knotted tightly at the back. I felt myself being turned to face Mistress Janet again. A hand fleetingly touched my breasts and trailed down towards my pussy. Then I felt the cane's point trace it's way over my body. It clacked momentarily on the slave rings in my nipples before moving down and to the back. Into the parting of my ass, touching for a moment my twitching hole it smoothly traced it's way down my thighs to the floor. Throughout this intimate and yet frightening touching I did my best to remain absolutely still. But when the tip of the cane moved up again and touched the lips of my sex I shuddered. Mistress Janet's reaction was to flick the cane hard at my tender thighs.

"You will not move unless I permit it. Now get to your knees little bitch." Said Janet as I felt her hand on the top of my head push me slowly to my knees.

I heard a click of her heels as she stepped forward. Fur brushed my face momentarily as her perfumed cunt pressed against my face. Once again I felt the cane as she played the tip over my back and cuffed wrists. The heavy fur of her coat swirled around my shoulders. It's softness contrasted with the rough lacy stocking tops as it brushed past my face and folded softly over my back. I felt rising excitement as I approached her pussy with my open mouth. Cautiously I slid the very tip of my tongue into her moist pussy. I could feel her little clit pulsing under it's fleshy hood. The cane on my back patted me approvingly as I felt her hips thrust slightly forward pressing her sex onto my willing lips. Mistress Janet let out a little moan. I felt a hand on the back of my head force me into her thighs.

"Lick me well little bitch and I will not cane you." She muttered.

I let my tongue play over her hooded clit before plunging deeper. Every stroke of my tongue moved from the depths of her warm cunt to her pulsating clit. Her hands clutched at my hair and pushed me further in. One of her stilettos twisted between my knees and forced them apart. The tip of the shoe worked its way up my thighs scratching the floor with the heel as it went. Finally it lifted slightly to part the lips of my sex. Pressing against my clit it smoothly rubbed me to a climax. At that moment I felt nothing but gratitude for Mistress Janet's generosity.

She came a few moments later at the urging of my tongue. At that moment I felt her cut my back with the cane.

"The Mistress always comes first." She said. "That is if the cunt slave is allowed to climax at all."

I apologised and hung my head. Her toe was still pressed into my pussy and began to twitch. I could not see Mistress Janet's face for the blindfold but I knew that she was smiling. I could feel another climax coming as she manipulated me with her pointed toe. Mistress Janet was such an expert. As one foot brought me to a climax her cane and the folds of the soft fur coat played over my naked body showing her power over me and reminding me that pain or pleasure were at her whim.

All that night Mistress Janet made me orgasm. Sometimes she allowed me to lick her as she did so. I came to love the warm feeling of her furs that contrasted to her smooth skin and moist pussy. The cane slid between the lips of my cunt like an old friend. It's ridges and tip stimulating me to shudders of pleasure. The tips of her shoes kissed my ass hole as well as my pussy. The smooth leather tip stroked me to climax after climax. Finally she fucked me gently with her heels. I felt the cool metal tip kiss my lips before it plunged into my dripping hole. The sole of her shoe pressed against my clit bringing me to a tremendous orgasm.

Mistress Janet seemed to be satisfied with her night's play. At least I had not ended up in cuffs again and she seemed rather more pleased. By the time that she left the room it was dawn.

The next night was one of tuition. Mistress Janet started to train me how to please her. A lecture and a blow or two of the cane accompanied every mistake. This time she was dressed in red satin. That night she showed me her "G" spot and showed me how she could be made to orgasm time and time again. I still received a few strokes of the cane but I was sensing her desires. Every night she took me to her training room and taught me more. Each time she was dressed differently. One night she wore high heels and a slinky dress the next night a rubber corset and collar. Then she started to dress me up. This often took a long time until I had learned how to put on the various corsets, skirts and other items that she wished me to wear. The nights were often filled with me pleasuring her continuously and sometimes they were just five minutes of frantic sex. Never again did she let me come; the pleasure and training were all hers. Even though she was an older woman she had a fine body. Proud breasts, a rounded but muscular stomach and a pussy that became as familiar as my own as I explored it with lips and tongue, fingers and thumbs. I came to love her visits. Pleasuring this Mistress was no chore but a delight. Even though she caned me regularly I looked forward to her nightly attentions. My daily chores sometimes suffered because I was so tired but I consoled myself with the thought that Mistress Janet would come again tonight and maybe she would make me orgasm again.

One day Miss Alain set me the task of cleaning the stable floor again. This time I made a good job of it. The first thing that I did was to strip naked so that my dress would not suffer. I had learned much, so when she returned I was proud that she could wipe the floor with a finger and pronounce it satisfactory.