Training A Proper Wife

I watch as she scoots away from me, her hands over her mouth, shaking her head violently from side to side. "Oh yes, that's right, you never gave your old master blowjobs either, did you. That's why he threw you away. Like a... worthless.... piece.... of garbage." The words cut her soul deeply as she thought about Lilly, that poor girl who's husband had given her away, letting another man take her honor, forcefully raping her, and then take her life. Slut looked around wildly as fear filled her eyes. She just couldn't do this. She would run away. There has to be a way.

"Looking to escape, are we?" I nod to the large sliding door covering most of one wall. "No one is stopping you, Slut. Go ahead." She looks at me in surprise and disbelief, moving her eyes back and forth between me and the door. Suddenly she runs to it, opening it enough to fit her slender body through. She slips through the door and steps into the cold. The snow burns her bare feet, the wind cuts into her body. She wraps her arms around herself and begins to run down the driveway, the thought of that disgusting white liquid dripping down her throat driving her exhausted body to run.

I watch her go and just smile to myself. I say nothing, and wait.

Part 5

Slut's feet grew numb as she ran, naked, down the snow-covered road. Her eyes looked around wildly. "HELP! HELP!!!" She listened for a moment and heard nothing but the echo of her own voice. Her pace slowed to a walk as she hugged herself desperately, slipping and sliding as she went. Suddenly she fell, tumbling into a ditch at the side of the road. She curled up into a ball, sobbing as the icy cold bit into her skin. What was she thinking? There was no one to help her... the world was a cold, cruel, uncompromising place. No one wanted her anymore. She had been thrown away, and there she was, lying in a ditch like a piece of garbage. An image of her lifeless body sprang into her mind, lying unburied and unloved, bits of her flesh carried away by wild animals. Her crying grew louder, a deep wailing coming from deep inside her.

She thought of Tara, her sweet smiling face and warm touch. She seemed so carefree, so happy and content. She could hardly stand the thought of never seeing her again. "M... My angel." The tears streamed down her shivering body as she wondered what was wrong with her. Why couldn't she do as she was asked? Was it really such a difficult task, compared to the pain of being thrown away, unwanted, in the freezing cold? She thought of her master, sitting back in his chair, the warmth of his body close to her. She reached up and touched the collar around her neck. It wasn't he that had thrown away like she had been before, this was all her fault. She had ran away. What if she returned... came back on her own and begged for his forgiveness? Yes, yes, that's what she would do. She wiped the tears from her face and forced her body to stand, climbing on all fours and heading back up the hill towards the house. Maybe... just maybe, if she pleaded with him to forgive her, he would take her back in.

I sat waiting, watching the flicker of the fire through the air vent in the front of the wood stove. The sound of whimpering and light footsteps brought my eyes to the small opening of the metal sliding door that I had left untouched. Slut squeezed her body inside, her skin red from the bitter cold, she fell onto the floor and began to crawl towards me, crying to herself. From the looks of her body she had barely avoided being frostbitten, if she had stayed out there any longer it would have been very bad for her. She finally reached me, placing her face on the concrete floor between my feet, as if trying to push her body into the floor. I ignored her, continuing to watch the flickering fire.

She tried to control her sobbing as she spoke. "I'm ss... sorry sir. I'm ssoooo *sob* sorry. Please. P... P... Please forgive me..." Her voice trailed off as her body shook from her crying. "Please take me back sir. I'll do whatever you ask me, just... please... take me back... pleeease..."

My heart bled for her as I listened to her deep, heartfelt pleas. She was making progress even faster than I had expected. "Very well, I will forgive you this once. But if you ever run away again...." I didn't need to finish the sentence, as she sat up slowly, covering her face with her hands, shaking it in a silent promise to never again try to leave. "Now then. Why is it that you refused to suck on my cock? Hmmm? Don't you know that it's every woman's duty to suck her man's cock?"

She wiped the tears from her eyes, the feeling slowly returning to her numb fingers and toes. She sniffled again and cleared her face. "I... I don't know. I'm afraid."

"Afraid? Of what?"

"Of... *sniffle* of... having cum in my mouth." Her lower lip twitched as she held back her tears.

I smirked. "Well, why didn't you just say so? I can help you with your fear. Are you going to do as I ask now?"

She swallowed and nodded. "Good." I stood up, and taking her by the hand I lifted her to her feet and led her to a large wooden post in the center of the room. I turned her around so the post was to her back, and ordered her to her knees. Bringing a long rope from the locker, I placed her wrists together in front of her and wrapped the rope around and around, tying them tightly together. I then lifted her hands above her head and tied them to the post. "One more thing." I pulled a large ring gag from my pocket and showed it to her. Giving no explanation, I let her look at it for a moment, her mind understanding exactly what was about to happen. "Now open your mouth. Wider. WIDER." The large ring barely fit into her mouth, sitting just behind her teeth on the top and bottom. She moaned in pain as I tightened it down behind her head, I had no doubt that her jaw already ached from being stretched open so far.

I unzipped my pants and pulled my already hardening cock out in front of her face, watching her tremble as she accepted her fate. "Now, I'm going to rape your mouth." Her eyes squeezed shut and a silent tear slid down her cheek, as I pressed my hard cock into her open mouth. Her eyes opened and she moaned in mild protest as the taste of my dick spread across her tongue, the clear, slimy pre-cum smearing itself on the inside of her mouth. I thrusted in deeper and deeper, holding her by the hair and pressing her head against the post, until finally I began pushing myself into her throat. She gagged and her body convulsed involuntarily for a moment, before I pulled myself back out, only to plunge in again. Over and over again I fucked her throat, and each time she would gag on it. She began crying louder, the sounds coming from her throat stopping every time I forced myself into it.

"Breath out gently when I slide into your throat. That will help you control the gag reflex." Her breathing slowed as she heard my calm voice, talking her through it. "There. That's a little better, isn't it?" I slid my cock completely out of her mouth, long strings of sticky saliva mixed with my pre-cum falling away onto her naked breasts. "Now, having that cock in your mouth isn't so bad, is it? Are you ready to do it on your own now?"

She blinked several times, her jaw aching from the unrelenting ring gag. She nodded eagerly, relieved at the thought of it being removed. I unhooked it and pulled it from her mouth, hearing her shriek in pain as she had to open her mouth even wider to allow me to remove it. She moved her lower jaw side to side, letting the pain dissipate. "Now open your mouth, I want to feel your lips sealed tightly around my cock. And no making a mess." She nodded and obeyed, taking me back into her mouth. "Breath through your nose. I told you, I want to feel your lips tight around my cock. And I don't need to tell you that if I feel your teeth, you will be severely punished." She took several breaths, not moving her mouth or tongue, just getting used to the feel of my throbbing cock inside her mouth. It certainly wasn't pleasant, but not nearly as bad as she might have thought. She began sucking on it hard, moving her tongue back and forth, massaging the bottom of my shaft, and then moving her head, allowing it to slide in and out, occasionally allowing it to dip into her throat. She still gagged, but felt better about it as she was able to control the pace.

I let go of her hair and let her work, feeling her incredible wet mouth sucking hard on me. I actually found it hard to believe that she hadn't down this before, it felt amazing. I let myself go, and as my cock flexed in her mouth, I shot thick streams of hot cum into her throat and all over her tongue. She started gagging as she struggled to keep sucking on it, her mouth filling up with my cum, the strong odor going up into her nose. "Swallow it." She pulled back, sealing her lips and squeezing her eyes shut as she struggled to swallow. Her body convulsed and her hands strained against the ropes as she continued to gag, and then suddenly her head tilted forward. She watched in horror as the thick white cum dribbled out of her mouth and splattered into a small puddle between her legs.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." her frantic words weakening as she began to cry. "I tr... tried... I'm sooo sorry, I didn't mean to. P... please... please don't throw m... me away..." My heart broke as I watched her looking up at me with those wet, terrified eyes, fearing my reaction. I squatted down in front of her and stroked her cheek. "Throw you away? Now why would I do that? Punish you, certainly, but not throw you away."

She hung her head and breathed deeply, moaning gently. "Thank you, sir."

Part 6

The insides of Slut's thighs ached as I stretched them as far as I could, spreading her legs wider and wider and tying her ankles to the posts on each side. I could see her hands trembling, her wrists tied tightly to the sides of the wooden table that she laid on. "Do you understand why you're being punished?"

She nodded. "For disobeying you, sir."

"That's correct." I held up the multi-tailed leather flog for her to see. The trembling spread to the rest of her body as she saw it. "The punishment for being a disobedient slave is fifteen lashes on your bare pussy."

Her eyes closed tightly as she imagined the sting of those leather straps against her most sensitive areas. She wished she had just swallowed as she had been told. "Now, you're going to count for me. Understand?"

She sniffled. "Yes sir."

Without a moment's hesitation the flog cracked down harshly against her cunt, the sound of leather against flesh breaking the cold silence. She yelped sharply. "One." *crack* Another yelp, louder this time. "Two." Tears began to trickle down her face as the beating continued, the skin between her legs growing red from the blows. *crack* "OOOWWWW!!! *sniffle* Six... I'm s.... sorry master." *crack* I watched without a word, whipping her a little harder with each count. My cock grew hard as I saw her body flex and react to the flog, the muscles in her flat stomach contracting with each strike, her ribs rising and falling with her heavy breaths, the delicious sound of her cries filling my ears. She never resisted or asked me to stop, accepting her punishment, calling out each count as soon as she caught her breath. I made sure the final blow was especially memorable for her. She yelped loudly, her body shaking as she cried silently. Her voice was quiet and submissive, and after recovering for a moment, she answered. "Fifteen."

I untied her, allowing her to curl up on her side, her hands reaching down between her legs to console the burning pain between her thighs. "Now. Are you going to behave and do as you're told? Or do you need to be punished some more?" She shook her head rapidly as she sat up and slowly slid off the table to her feet. "I'll do as I'm told, sir."

I turned her around and handcuffed her hands behind her back, wondering to myself if she would really complete her task. "Good. Now go over there and clean that cum up off the floor. You're going to swallow every last bit of it."

Her faced winced as she thought of the puddle of cold cum on the dirty concrete floor that she had left. It would have been so much easier to swallow it while it was still hot and fresh in her mouth. She had been so weak, such a fool to disobey. Why had she thought that accepting her punishment relieved her of finishing the task she had been given? Her stinging cunt reminded her not to delay. She walked over to the pole where she had been tied up before, looking at the mess that she had spit out. Her eyes closed and she swallowed hard, pushing herself through the next few moments, terrified at the thought of displeasing her master again.

She knelt down slowly, trying to stay balanced without her hands to help her, until she was on her knees. She bent over, breathing heavily as her arms strained behind her back, until her face was nearly touching the floor. The scent of my cum hit her in the face and she closed her eyes and tried not to think about what she was doing. After a pause she dipped her lips into the puddle, a whimper coming from her as the thick, cold liquid made contact with her lips. A broken slurping sound came from the floor as she sucked up as much as she could. It was cold and disgusting, like old egg whites. She sat up briefly, her eyes still squeezed shut, and gagged, once, then again, before forcing it down her throat. She choked and her stomach flexed and convulsed briefly, but she held it down. She wanted to cry, but no more tears would come from her eyes. She was so hungry, so thirsty, so cold. She had no idea how long she had been in this place.

She opened her eyes and looked down, knowing full well that I would not be pleased with the job she had done. She bent over again, this time using her tongue to lick the floor clean, gathering up every bit of cum into her mouth and swallowing it. Finally she sat back, her shoulders slumped and her head hung, the mix of cum and dirt on her lips. I could hear her whimpering to herself quietly, her body exhausted and broken. I knelt down and uncuffed her, stroking her hair slowly. "Wouldn't it have been easier to obey me the first time." She nodded without a word, one hand reaching to hold the other wrist in front of her. I looked down at the glistening spot on the floor that she had carefully cleaned. "Well done, Slut. Now back into your cage."

I turned and left without another word, stepping into the house. "Tara, clean that slut up and get her some food and water. She will need her strength for the training that I have planned for her later."

Part 7

I led Slut out of her cage and ordered her up on her knees. She sat back, her feet tucked neatly under her ass. I held a leather riding crop in my hand. I never used the crop for punishment, only for direction, and perhaps an occasional correction. The tip of it touched her lower back, causing her to flinch lightly at the contact. "Sit up straight. I want to see your back arched slightly, none of this slouching." She obeyed immediately, her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply.

"Yes sir."

"Shoulders back, I want you to put those breasts on display for me to enjoy. And keep your stomach pulled in tight." Her posture improved further, my cock hardening as I surveyed her perfect body. Tara had done a thorough job cleaning her up. Her short hair hung straight, framing her face slightly, telling me that my faithful slave must have spent time brushing her hair, nursing her with her kind touch and soft voice. Tara was such a sweet little thing. I held the crop under Slut's chin, raising her head slightly. "Chin up."

Her head and eyes lifted, looking into mine. "I didn't say to look me in the eye." A sharp crack broke the peaceful quiet as the crop quickly and harshly contacted the side of her thigh. Her body jumped at the sound as much as the pain, but she held her posture. "I'm sorry sir."

I squatted down, resting my forearms on my knees as I watched her carefully. "A good slave isn't ashamed unless she does wrong. She should be proud of her skills, of the ways she demonstrates her submissiveness to her master. That's why she keeps her back straight and holds her head high. But she never looks her master in the eye unless he orders her to do so." She breathed deeply and calmly, my low, deep voice soothing to her as I carefully and intentionally put her pieces back together. "Yes sir."

"One more thing." My eyes turned to her hands, resting in her lap. "Place your hands neatly on your thighs, with your palms up." I watched as she put the final piece of my puzzle together, perfecting the pose. "Now put your palms down. Now palms up." She obeyed each time. "When you greet your master, you will use this pose. Your palms up signify that you are available to be used sexually. Placing your palms down indicates that you are not. When you greet me, I expect you to always do so with your palms up. When I ask you to greet other men, I expect you to do it with your palms down. Do you understand?"

She listened carefully, noting each word in her mind. "Yes sir."

"Good, then stand up, and put your hands behind your back." She stood quickly, her breasts hanging perfectly off her chest, her nipples hard from a mix of the cold air and the thought of the meaning of the pose she had been in, offering her own body to me. "Now greet me properly."

She quickly went to her knees, snapping back to her pose quickly and without any correction needed. "Good evening, Master." I marveled to myself at how quickly she blossomed in an environment that clearly defined right and wrong, reward and punishment. "Now stand up. Now do it again."

"Again."

"Again."

"Again."

Over and over, I repeated the same word, watching her react without hesitation, drilling the movement into her. Her breathing grew fast and labored as I made her work, small beads of sweat forming on her body and slowly dripping down it in the cool air, until finally she went to stand up and collapsed, her legs shaking and exhausted. A pout formed on her face and she quickly wiped a tear away as she regained her balance, forcing her body to stand. She stood waiting for me to repeat the command, ready to obey.

I waited for several moments, walking slowly around her trembling body, examining her. I pointed to the mattress that I had raped her on just a few days before. "Now go lay down and spread your legs like the dirty little whore you are."

She walked over to the thin mattress, kneeling down on it, the memory of her rape flashing back to her mind. She turned over and laid on her back, bending her knees and spreading her legs wide, her tight cunt presented before me to do as I wished with, her body shaking. She fought to control her breathing, slow it down from the hard labor she had just completed and the fearful memories that haunted her. It seemed like it had been so long ago, like it happened to a different person, in a different life. She pushed the images out of her mind... she didn't need to be afraid anymore.

I approached her, already naked, my hard cock glistening in the dim light. I knelt down between her open legs and entered her immediately, her slick pussy welcoming me into her. Her mouth and eyelids opened wide and she gasped deeply as I slide my hard shaft into her, her pelvis rocking forward to meet mine. I watched her hands as they moved around uncertainly, first holding her legs apart and pulling them close to her chest, then to the mattress at her sides, then to her own breasts, and then finally wrapping them around me and pulling me deeper into her.

She gasped and moaned deeper and louder as I thrusted into her, the tip of my hard cock gently nudging her cervix each time. I looked down and watched her breasts as they heaved up and down with her breathing, watching as drops of sweat fell off my body onto her. Her eyes opened wider and she looked deeply into mine, darting away quickly as she remembered what I had told her. I wanted to see them again though, I wanted to gaze deep into her soul while I brought my little toy to orgasm.