Lena’s Journey, Volumes One through Seven

by Alex Carlsbad

  “Don't you dare remove the forceps, slave!” I hiss. “If you do, you are free to go and never return. It is your choice!”

  A long minute passes during which her trembling hands fumble around the obscene steel of the dangling medical implement that hangs from her right breast but she does not unclasp it.

  “Come. Take a deep breath and put your hands at the small of your back now!” I order her and slowly, with obvious reluctance, she complies.

  This time I bring the forceps up to her eyes and then slowly lower it down again to her left nipple that seems to have tightened and grown erect of its own accord. This makes me wonder… I reach down and she gasps as I palm her pussy. It is wet like I have never felt it before! Again I kiss her forehead and she whimpers in abject misery as I reach to clasp her breast from below and unceremoniously and viciously close the forceps at the base of aureola.

  “Aiiie! Her cry again fills the room and this time I see she wets herself. A thin rivulet of pee slides down her legs and forms between her knees.

  “I-I’m sorry, master.” She sobs.

  “It's okay sweetheart,” I say and hug her close turning her head sideways against my throbbing crotch where I hold her tightly as she cries her hands still clasped at the small of her back.

  ***

  Lena:

  Slowly, too slowly, my mind understands that the pain at my breasts is there to stay and I am able to focus again. My vision centers on my master’s giant cock, throbbing and leaking before my face.

  "Use your hands," he instructs me. Then he uses his own hands to show me. He collects the moisture that my mouth has spread across his tip to coat his shaft and lubricate my fingers. He guides my hands into a twisting motion at the base as he embeds his cock back in my mouth.

  "Pump me harder with your hands," he says. "Cover your teeth with your lips and suck harder," he gasps, "Oh, this is excellent, Lena." I hear my master's sudden harsh intake of breath as I feel him move his wide cockhead deeper over my tongue. He spreads his legs wider and moves forward and I gasp as I feel his fingers in my hair. Almost by instinct my mouth responds and I draw him in deeper as I curve my back and arch my neck up. This movement makes me lower my haunches further yet and I feel the cold floor rub against my aching pussy. My lips are stretched painfully around his velvety girth and I feel my master's grip on my hair tightly preventing me from moving back.

  So I move – forward, taking him in deeper into my mouth sucking and working with my tongue as I feel a wild sense of elation bubble up into my mind from somewhere deep in the pit of my stomach as my clit rubs anxiously against the floor..

  I feel the first tantalizing hints of an oncoming climax and I impale my throat in deeper, as deep as I can, amazed and happy when master suddenly jerks violently and slides down further and further and further yet!

  He is so long! And thick!

  I have no time to think but merely feel with every inch of my body as his thick glistening cock pushes straight into the back of my throat and stops there.

  When he tested me this morning, he said it would be painful as my throat was tiny and would need training to accommodate his size.

  I realize now what he meant.

  I feel the pressure build, and build, and build against the back of my throat and take gulp after gulp trying with no success to swallow him in. My eyes tear up as I realize the immense length of him still out and waiting to plunge into my mouth.

  Just then the convulsions of my climax hit at the very base of my spine and make my body shake. Something in my throat gives and I feel his length slide in like an endless rope of slick hot throbbing muscle. It drives past whatever impediment was holding him back.

  I blink away the tears as I feel the pain from my throat and the shame of what I am doing lift up and turn around and dance with the pleasure and ecstasy emanating from my pussy causing a whirlwind of sensations that buffet my mind to the brink of fainting. He keeps driving down through my throat past my neck and into my chest for a long while before I feel my face and nose finally come up against his groin!

  The ordeal is almost entirely too much and I realize I have even forgotten to gag! I realize I am deepthroating my master and now instead of subsiding, my climax only intensifies. My butt wiggles against the floor as he embeds himself deep into my chest.

  My mind is wildly aroused and spinning with ecstasy and I forget to breathe as my eyes flutter and I see sparks shimmer in my line of sight. Finally, he eases up on his grip in my hair and begins to slide back up. It takes a long while before his head comes up against that tightness at the back of my throat this time pulling it out and making me shudder until he finally comes free.

  I gasp and cough and gulp for air lightheaded from lack of oxygen as master keeps only the head of his cock at the very entrance to my mouth. I feel him lean forward and gently caress my neck rubbing where the pain is worst.

  "You did wonderfully, baby girl.”

  I try to thank him but all that comes out is a raspy whisper.

  I feel his hand on my head as he gently passes his fingers through my black curls. "You are so brave, sweetheart," he says. "It will be some time before you can speak. Your vocal cords were bruised when your throat had to let me pass through, but you did it. For me,” he kneels down and places his hands at my chin to cup my face and look straight into my eyes. “You gave me your pain and you cannot imagine how grateful I am, sweetheart.”

  ***

  Master:

  I am in awe! Lena is so very young and yet so full of devotion and dedication, it is as if she has set her mind on becoming mine no matter the challenges ahead or the tribulations I choose to put her through. I can see in her adoring eyes that she will endure them all.

  For me.

  I was wrong earlier.

  I had always considered her to be yet another spoilt, indecisive, weak, impulsive girl, a product of her time. Yet, now I realize that these facets of her character are merely the deceiving glints of the multifaceted gem that is her true personality. Like in a molting butterfly, these traits which in a lesser person would be weaknesses, in her meld with each other into a beautiful and charming personality that I find enthralls me. I am spell-struck.

  What a lucky man I have suddenly become! To possess a dedicated and devoted submissive such as nubile Lena! I wonder how far I have to take her before I can truly find the edge of her resolve? How much pain and humiliation will it take to weaken her determination and then shatter it so that I can justly reclaim ownership over her training as my slave?

  For the first time I feel the cold tendrils of doubt slither through my belly. Have I bitten off more than I can devour? For her sake I hope I am strong enough to resist the overwhelming impulse to cover her in kisses and snuggle her tight. I have to persevere and be strong to train her well.

  For a girl’s true training can only begin after she has first been broken.

  And I know that to break such a docile little creature like Lena, I will have to push her perhaps further than any submissive-in-training has ever been taken before. I know this because I have had to do it once before. The girl was a tad younger than Lena is now but just as docile, dedicated and in love.

  The same way her daughter is today.

  I haven't cum yet. I don't know if Lena knows it or not. She makes little hiccuping noises and I look down at my feet and I cannot help myself but admire the erotic sight I see.

  Her head is now down to the floor, her buttocks raised high and her long thick black hair strewn like a halo around her. Her body undulates as she tries to catch her breath, her long slim back is prettily curved past her lowered shoulders to the gentle slope of her waist and the swell of her hips.

  I cannot wait to place the first collar on her. I have it already picked out and ordered with my favorite jeweler. It will be made of shiny little metal links, like an expensive wristwatch strap that will be locked tight around her beautiful neck. I feel my cock throbbing as feelings of power and pride of possession
fill me.

  “Do you have anything to tell me, slave?” I bait her. Impressively she has somehow retained enough of her composure to remember her instructions.

  “Yes, master. While down at your feet, just moments ago, I came.” Her voice is nonexistent. A raspy croak is all that I can hear and I have to guess most of what she just said. I kneel down by her side and gently caress her forehead as she looks up at me in obvious discomfort.

  "Good girl. Your accident not withstanding, it has been some hours since you last went to the bathroom. Do you need a break?”

  I can see her eyes grow wide. And I smile.

  “I have not yet cum,” I say looking down at my throbbing cock which hangs like a branch inches from her face. She groans loudly and for a moment I debate punishing her. It is her first time after all and I let that one slide.

  “Yes, master, please,” she whispers. “If you don't mind I need a minute or two.”

  “Very well, sweetheart. Go right ahead. There is a small bathroom in the alcove to the side here in my office,” I say motioning her in the direction of the door. “Be quick.”

  I watch as she gingerly places a dainty little hand and leans in on my knee to right herself up and stands to walk on shaky knees to the water closet in my office.

  When she returns, less than five minutes later, the forceps clamps still viciously biting into her breasts, I waste no time at all. I take her by the hair and bring her down to her knees tilting her head upwards as I place my glans in her hot little mouth.

  Now that I have claimed her throat, there is no need for unnecessary brutality and so I opt to ejaculate with barely a fraction of my entire length in her mouth.

  "Place your hands on the small of your back again and look at me. I want to see your eyes when you feel the taste of a man's cum in your mouth for the first time. I will not push my cock past your throat now. I want to give you some time to heal up there," I say gently massaging her neck as I see her gratitude in her eyes.

  I can see her budding trust in me slowly start to develop and solidify as her faith in me grows. I am her master, her protector, the one to trust with every clingy need she might ever have from now on out..

  “Just keep your mouth open as I pump my cock. In a couple of minutes I will cum. Sometimes it is hard for a girl the first time or two, but I know you can take it. When you feel me start to cum, I need you to make sure that your lips are tight around my head and hold everything I put in there without swallowing. I want you to hold my cream in your mouth until I tell you to swallow it. I want you to take a long moment and get used to the taste. From now on, you will be having a lot of cum in your mouth." I see Lena shudder visibly as she demurely rests back on her heels awaiting my cream.

  Soon I feel a familiar tightening at the base of my cock, "Now Lena, I'm cumming now." She quickly wraps her lips sealing them tight around the head of my cock. Soon I flood her mouth with my hot sperm which at this point is a lot after a day of watching my naked nubile little submissive in training. I see her brow furrow in consternation as she obviously tries to keep it from overflowing. Amazingly she never breaks eye contact with me even through the tears in her eyes and I smile down at her.

  "That was great Lena. Thank you, sweetheart" I feel my cock slowly begin to grow soft, "Now gently slide your lips off and sit up. Keep your hands on your back. Think about the cum in your mouth. Play with it and swirl your tongue. Think right now it is warm because it just came from the center of my body and entered yours." As I speak I gently caress her head before finally nodding, "Okay slave, swallow." I can see her visibly try to swallow more than a couple of times to get it all down. Then she runs her tongue around the inside of her cheeks and I know she's mine.

  "How did you like it?"

  “I don't care very much for the taste, master, but I will suck your cock anytime you want me to." She croaks I lean down and squeeze her left titty harshly, "This is the perfect answer, sweetheart."

  ~~~

  One week later.

  Master:

  She's back home at last!

  God knows I love the hospital, after all I have spent the vast majority of my adult life working as a doctor there, but it is truly wonderful to have my beautiful little Lena back home. She is back and so is her voice — beautiful and sonorous, gentle and little like that of a girl half her age.

  Sometimes when she speaks I see her own surprise at the higher tones and gentler cadence her voice has recently acquired. It no longer sounds like that of a young woman, but more like that of a child, and I smile inwardly every time she speaks. Like now, for example as she reads poetry kneeling on the hard floor of my bedroom.

  I smile as I steal a glance at her kneeling form just to the side of my bed. It is only six in the morning and the first tentative rays of sunshine twinkle from behind the heavy curtain. Her posture is impeccable. She sits on her heels, knees primly brought together beneath her, her elbows on her thighs as she holds the old volume in her hands.

  What a lovely way to wake up! And then I feel familiar stir in my loins as I detect a whiff of Lena's arousal whip by me. She is wet. I squeeze my eyes shut like a child on Christmas morning trying but failing to extend the delicious anticipation of the day ahead and all the joys it is certain to bring.

  “Lena, sweetheart.” I smile broadly as I see her look up.

  “Yes, master.”

  “Come,” I say tapping the bed by me. It is winter and the air in the house is crisp. I can see her beautiful upturned puffy little pink nipples quiver and get covered in goosebumps as she stands to walk over to my bed. I can see her yearning to lay down in the soft warmth of the covers with me but I she knows better and stops just shy of the bed's edge, her cute dimpled knees brushing against the dark cotton of my sheets and instinctively without having been told to do so, she places her hands on the small of her back arching her body forward as she seeks out my eyes with hers.

  “Open the curtains, sweetheart,” I instruct her. “I want to see you in the daylight.” Immediately I can see a deep crimson bloom across her girlish chest at my words as she skitters off to do my bidding. I lick my lips and sigh as I watch her tightly muscled little body stretch up and pull back the thick velour curtains bathing us in the gentle white light of dawn.

  Task completed, she walks back and resumes her position on the right side of my bed.

  “Bend forward, please. I want to play with your titties.” Her blush deepens with a vengeance as she shimmies forward and bends slightly at the waist. Slowly I reach up and envelop her left breast with my big paw of a hand that seems like a python devouring a quivering little pray as I envelop and massage the heavy but firm mammary of my charge. Yep, it is almost there. I think as I squeeze and grab alternating gentle caresses across her extremely sensitive nipples with harsher squeezes that make her little face scrunch in discomfort. I can clearly see the first hints of blue veins beneath her radiant skin and again I cannot help but smile at the power of modern science.

  “Lena, sweetheart, I am so very happy to hear your beautiful voice again.”

  Thank you, master.” I can see how much of an effort she's making to stay concentrated on my words in spite of the feelings that I am certain are boiling up in her little belly. I suddenly notice tiny undulating little quivers shake her pelvis. My grasp on her breast becomes more persistent and careful as I fix her with my stare and concentrate on covering every last square inch of sensitized flesh on her boob. Her little pelvis starts rocking back and forth and then sideways as if somebody has turned on a sultry Latin song and little Lena simply cannot stop herself from dancing to its rhythm. Her lips part and a thin sheen of sweat blossoms across her forehead as her breathing grows labored and deeper with every subsequent squeeze of my hand on her conical upturned little breast.

  I sit up staring down on her naked form as I watch her body begin to quiver like a leaf in a storm. This is when I suddenly feel the first hint of wetness across her nipple beneath my fingers.

 
I bend forward in disbelief. A tiny little bead of white has suddenly been coaxed at the tip of her reddened breast. Lena is lost in her world of ecstasy and doesn't notice me kiss it away suckling that precious first hint of the bounty ahead. Soon I wrap my hungry lips around her scorching flesh kissing her boob. I lave her sensitive nipple and I hear her gasp audibly as her orgasm slams into her in that very instant. I notice her body sway and I quickly grab hold of her dainty little waist steadying her against the throes of ecstasy buffeting her right now.

  I suckle and kiss and soon my pretty little sub slowly coming back down to earth.

  “I came, master,” Lena says in her new little dainty voice.

  “Good girl,” I kiss her on her panting lips. Since day one I have instructed her to tell me every time she has an orgasm and so far she has been the picture diligence in that department.

  A gentle tiredness relaxes her exquisite features as she slowly regains some semblance of composure. I lean back in bed and see as Lena screws up her face in a little mien of consternation at what is to follow. She knows her morning duties include an enthusiastic blowjob after gently waking me up with a reading from a book of her choice. I have been as careful as I can but her discomfort is unavoidable given the tightness of her throat and the twelve inch length of my cock.

  The room feels suddenly much warmer than before and I toss away the covers revealing my naked self to my charge. This is only the second time she has has seen me totally naked. The first was a couple of days back in my living room, when I asked her to give me a blow job before bedtime. It was dark then, the TV providing the only light, casting weird reflections all over our bodies as she had gone about her duty. Now I can clearly see her reaction at the sight of my rather big and heavily muscled body. At forty-two I still retain a lot of my physical prowess that in my college years contributed to an above average success in sports.