by Kim Acton
Prudish as she may have been, Eva was a bright girl and a quick study. With the few instructions she had she was already displaying the ability construct her replies in a way that was erotic music to Andre’s ears. She glanced at the erection in his pants and it was welcome reassurance that she was performing in a way that pleased him.
“Now you’re going to learn what I mean when I say I want you to speak like a whore.”
He cupped both of her breasts. “What are these?” he asked.
“My breasts, Sir,” Eva replied.
“Not any more. From now on you are going to call them, your big tits,” Andre told her.
Eva hated that word. From the time she began to develop boys took notice and by the time she needed to buy a d-cup bra in high school the comments were a daily ordeal. In college she overheard two guys talking about her and one of them said, ‘Eva? Is that the one with the huge tits?’ She was mortified to think people would describe her that way. She hated the attention her breasts brought and often wore athletic bras that minimized her profile.
“Any time you mention them, in the house or when we are out together, you will always call them ‘my big tits’ just like you were saying ‘my hair’ or ‘my fingernails.’ I want it to roll off your tongue as if you’ve been calling them that all your life. And that’s not all, now open your mouth. What do we call this?” he asked.
“My mouth, Sir?” she questioned.
“Not any more. Now you will only use the term, my cock-sucking mouth. Do you understand that, Eva?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, blushing and looking away from his eyes.
Andre pointed, “What are these?”
“My big tits, Sir.”
“And what is this?”
My…my…cock…my cock-sucking mouth, Sir,” she stuttered quietly.
“Say it again, louder,” he commanded.
“It’s my cock-sucking mouth, Sir!” she replied.
“That’s better.” He kept a steady gaze into her eyes as his hand reach down. “And what is this called, Eva?”
“My vagina, Sir.”
“From now on you will only use the words, my slut cunt.”
Eva’s eye’s widened and she gasped. She looked around the room. She looked at the floor. Andre wondered if he had given her too much to cope with, then he felt the heat of her pussy and he ran his fingers across her tender lips. She was soaking wet. He knew she could never admit how exciting this was to her but the proof was in his hands. Her pussy was fire hot and slippery with excitement. He looked at her and smiled but she had to look away. He moved close to her ear and whispered, “Say it.”
Eva quietly whispered. “It’s my slut cunt, Sir.”
“What is my hand touching, Eva?” he prompted.
“It’s touching my slut cunt, Sir.” Then she ad libbed, “Thank you for touching my slut cunt, Sir,” she whispered as she visibly quivered.
Andre ran both hands around to her ass and squeezed her cheeks firmly. They were still hot from the strapping and Eva moaned and twisted slightly under his grip. “And what is this amazing thing called?”
Eva smiled and looked away, “I have a feeling it’s not called my rear end any more,” she said coyly.
“That’s right,” he said. “From now on I want you to only refer to this as, my fuckable ass.”
Eva was shocked. It wasn’t just the words. It was the completely unexpected implication that Andre might have anal sex with her.
“I don’t know,” was all she could manage to blurt out. She knew it was the wrong thing to say but it was so completely foreign to behave and speak like that. With the added pressure of saying her ass would be available to receive him anally she began to doubt her ability to play the submissive role completely.
“It’s not up to you, Eva. Just let go. Now it’s up to me and when we do it you will willingly submit to it. Believe me, soon you’ll beg me for it. It will take a lot of training and you won’t like some of it, but in the end you’ll willingly submit to it and you’ll come to crave it like the little whore you want to be. The first step is only to talk about it. You have to learn to at least talk about it like it’s going to happen and you want it to happen. Now, tell me what this is,” he said, tightening his grip.
Eva swallowed and closed her eyes. She whispered, “It’s my fuckable ass, Sir.”
Andre stood back from her, “Now, show me all your best parts, my little slut.”
Eva took a deep breath, stood at attention and pointed out her features, “These are my big tits, this is my cock-sucking mouth, this is my slut cunt and,” she turned around, “this is my fuckable ass, Sir.” She managed to speak slightly louder when she presented her ass to him. Andre was very pleased at her fast progress.
“Excellent.” He unfastened his pants and his excitement sprang into full view.
“I don’t want you using the word penis any more. Now you will only say, ‘your big dick’ or ‘your huge cock,’ is that clear?”
It was no exaggeration to call it that. It was long and thick and Eva had always struggled to get enough of it into her mouth to satisfy him. When they screwed she could only take all of it in one or two positions. It was literally more than she could handle.
“Yes, Sir. I promise to please your huge cock, Sir.” She found that easier to say after what she had just been through. And she was secretly hoping to prompt Andre to immediate action.
Andre took his time and made her squirm a little longer. “Tell me the four places you’ll willingly take my big dick?” he said.
“Yes, Sir.” She blushed again and looked away, then turned to look him straight in the eye. “I’ll take your big dick in my cock-sucking mouth, between my big tits, in my slut cunt and in my fuckable ass, Sir.”
“That’s very good, Slut,” said Andre, putting extra emphasis on the word ‘slut.’ It was so strange for Eva to hear talk like that directed at her but she was shocked at how turned on it made her. Her loving husband was calling her a slut and she was calling her ass fuckable right to his face. It was otherworldly and her head was spinning with confusion and pure lust. Yet all of it was suddenly thrilling to her. She felt like she had broken a taboo, crossed a threshold and wanted to see what awaited her on the other side.
Andre sat on the edge of the bed and spread his legs. “Now let’s put that cock-sucking mouth of yours to good use. Kneel on the floor and give me a blowjob immediately,” he said firmly.
“Yes, Sir,” came the fast reply and Eva was on the carpet with her hand around his cock.
Eva quietly licked and sucked. She was only able to take two or three inches into her mouth and Andre had always wanted her to be able to take more of it. Andre issued a steady stream of coaching and commands. “Moan while you suck it. Louder! Moan like the little slut you really are. I want to hear you slurping loudly on that cock. Pull it out of your mouth with a pop! Slobber on it. Make more noise. I want the neighbors to hear you sucking that big dick. I want them to hear you moaning while you suck cock!”
Eva did exactly what she was told to do and it was driving her wild. She could not believe the effect it had. Her pussy was throbbing. Andre noticed she was squirming and moving her hips.
“You want it don’t you?” She nodded while still sucking. “From now on you have to work hard to earn the privileged of getting fucked. Tonight you don’t get any. But I’ll let you masturbate to orgasm. Rub that slut cunt of yours but don’t you dare have an orgasm until I do. Understand?”
Eva nodded and said a wet, muffled “Yeff, Sirb” into his cock without missing a beat. Her free hand went to her pussy and started rubbing. She had never masturbated in front of Andre and it felt wanton to do it. She didn’t care. In fact, she loved it. The sight of it drove Andre over the brink and he shot his enormous load into her mouth, it spilled out and covered her chin and chest. Eva came with powerful shudder and cried out in a way she never had before. Andre looked at her gasping for air and with cum running down her body. Magnifi
cent, he thought. He pointed and asked, “What is this, Eva?”
Eva began to say semen, then caught herself and offered, “It’s your hot cum on my big tits, Sir.” Andre’s broad smile emboldened her. “Thank you for putting your huge dick in my cock-sucking mouth, Sir. May I please lick your cum off my big tits now?”
Andre was floored. “My, my, Eva, it’s no wonder you did so well in school. You are a very quick study. Lick away, you little slut. Don’t waste a drop.” Eva did, and made a bit of a show of it as well. When she was done Andre said, “Now go get your tightest blue jeans and a good pair of scissors.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Eva longed to be cuddled after her orgasm and it felt strange to go from sucking Andre to mutual orgasms then moving on to more submissive duties. She felt the stress of it building in her but pressed it back and continued as ordered.
She returned with the pants and Andre went to work cutting off the legs. He created the smallest pair of shorts he could by leaving only the seam between the legs and the back pockets.
“Put these on,” he ordered.
Eva squeezed into them and turned so she could see her butt in the mirror. They were the shortest daisy duke jeans she’d ever seen. A good portion of her rounded ass was completely exposed. She was certain they could not be worn legally in public.
Andre looked at her approvingly. “I want you wearing these every night when I come home from work. We’re going to have to make several changes in your wardrobe but in the meantime I want you in these jeans whenever I’m home. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And on weekends I want you topless,” he added.
“What?…Yes, Sir!” she added quickly, glancing at the belt still on the bed.
Andre continued, “During the weekends when we are at home I want you to do your housework, watch TV and everything else while topless. You are going to dress, walk, talk and fuck like a whore from now on. Everything you do will have sexual overtones. When you vacuum the carpet you’ll be wearing those shorts and I’ll be watching your big tits wobble and bounce while you work. You’ll have my eyes on you constantly and you’ll always be wondering whether I’m going to call you over and make you perform a sex act of some kind. Or maybe just spank you. Sometimes you’ll feel like a piece of meat that gets fucked and used. You’ll know what you want does not matter except that you want to be submissive to your husband and serve his every desire. You will begin to crave me telling you what I want so you might be allowed to provide it. All of your pleasure will come from pleasing me and you won’t give a thought to what you want. Are you ready for that, Eva?”
Eva’s mouth was dry and she could feel herself swooning with anticipation. “Yes, Sir. I need that, Sir. Will there be anything else?” she asked.
“Yes, there is …” he said. He stretched out his arms and indicated she should join him on the bed. He wrapped his muscular arms around her and nuzzled her neck. Eva finally relaxed and felt loved and comforted. “… you’ll also be learning how to deepthroat all of my cock.”
CHAPTER THREE
Basic Anal Training
The first two weeks of Eva’s training went very well. Andre was always greeted enthusiastically when he got home and enjoyed watching her flit about in her cut-off jean shorts. When she wore a shirt or blouse at home she was always braless. The effect was to have Eva and Andre always in a heightened state of arousal. Eva was very aware that she was being watched and Andre was becoming fixated on her exposed ass. With that in mind, it was inevitable he would start her anal training.
In a way it seemed almost juvenile to her for Andre to get such a thrill from seeing her half-naked around the house. But the more she thought about it the more she realized what a blessing it was that she could do such a simple thing to make her husband happy. That was her first inkling that there was a powerful synergy between the dominant partner and the submissive partner in a BDSM relationship. Andre was helping her get to a new outlook and new freedom with her life and she was beginning to fulfill his fantasies of a perfect domestic and sexual relationship. She felt good about that.
In the middle of the day the doorbell rang. Eva opened the door to find a parcel delivery man with a package that needed to be signed for. She signed his clipboard and looked up to catch him checking her out. She gave him an irritated look and closed the door. Since the package was addressed to Andre she called him at work to tell him it had arrived. He told her he wanted her to open the box while they were on the phone. He also asked her what she was wearing when the courier was at the door.
“I was wearing my red workout pants and a white tee shirt,” she answered.
“And no bra?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered.
“Did he notice?” he asked.
“I think so. I saw him looking,” Eva said sheepishly.
“What was he looking at, Eva?” Andre prompted.
“My big tits, Sir. And my nipples, Sir,” she confessed. “And I gave him a bit of a dirty look.”
His response surprised her. “You shouldn’t do that, Eva. From now on when a guy checks you out I want you to flirt a bit. Show off. Understand?”
“With a stranger, Sir?” she asked.
“With whomever I say, Eva,” he commanded.
“Yes, Sir,” she agreed. Flirting was something Eva had absolutely never done and the thought of it was intimidating. Another barrier she would have to break down.
“Now I want you to open the box and place each item on the bed. We’ll be using all of them when I get home,” he told her.
When they got off the phone Eva took the box into the bedroom and opened it. The first item was a brown leather whip with a long handle. At the end of the handle two long forks of narrow leather dangled about a foot in length. A tag affixed to the whip said it was a quirt. Eva flicked it in the air and it made a menacing sound. She felt a shiver of dread go though her.
The next item was a large bottle with a pump nozzle. The label, in a very large font, screamed the words, “Anal Lube!” The last item in the package was a clear, glass anal plug. It wasn’t very large but it had a long handle attached. She felt the girth of the plug with her fingers and wondered how it would feel inside of her.
Eva carefully laid them evenly spaced on the bed. She spent the rest of her day in horny anticipation of what would happen that night.
In the short time Andre had been training her she had become infinitely more sexual. She was required to keep her pussy completely shaved and to use baby oil on it daily. Her scanty clothing meant she felt the air on her bare skin constantly. Her nipples were rubbed by the fabric of her clothes, when she was allowed to wear any clothes. Arranging sex toys on the bed to be used on her later that day was another layer of immersion in her new world. She was being used as a full-time whore to bring pleasure to her husband. She felt that realization run though her and it made her shiver and grow wet with lust.
When he got home Andre never mentioned the package. They ate dinner and chatted about his day and that he might have to take a trip out of the country soon. After dinner they sat on the sofa together and watched some television. During a break Andre told her to go get her ‘training cock’ and sit on the floor with it. Eva scurried away and returned with a rubber dildo. It was fashioned to look like a real cock with testicles. It was about ten inches long with a proportional thickness. She sat on the floor cross-legged with the dildo in her lap and waiting for her instructions. “I want you to practice for the next hour,” was all Andre said.
“Yes, Sir,” Eva replied and tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide. She inserted the cock into her mouth and sucked it into her throat.
“I want to hear it,” Andre warned.
Eva pulled it out of her throat. “Yes, Sir,” she replied. She swallowed it again with a moan and each stroke in and out was accompanied by wet, slurping and sucking sounds. This had become a nightly ritual for Eva. She was learning to deepthroat by practic
ing twice daily for an hour each time. She practiced once while Andre was at work and once when he was at home. In a short time she had trained her gag reflex to ignore the probing of the thick phallus and was able to service more than half of her training device. Andre loved watching her suck for an hour and the sounds of her gagging and slurping always made his cock hard as hickory.
When it was close to bedtime Andre told Eva to strip and wait on the bed. He deliberately made her wait knowing she would be obsessively fixated on the toys waiting for her. She was.
By the time he came into the bedroom he could see her pussy lips were wet and swollen. He ran his fingers across them and her hips thrust into him involuntarily. “You’re such are slut, aren’t you?” he said.
“Yes, Sir. I’m a slut for you,” she answered.
“Tonight your anal training starts. I’m going to fuck your ass with an anal plug and when I’m not doing that I’m going to use a whip on you. And while I’m doing it you are going to confess every slutty thing you did before we were together. Tonight is confession night for you, Eva. It’s the night you admit that you’ve always wanted to be a whore.” He picked up the lube and applied it to the anal toy. “Now I want you to spread your ass cheeks and beg me to put this in you.”
Eva was on her knees as she reached both hands back and pulled her perfect ass cheeks apart. “Please, Sir, please put that big thing into my fuckable ass. Please make me take it in the ass for you, Sir. Please, train my fuckable ass to give you pleasure, Sir.”
Her sphincter tightened when she felt the tip probing her. “Exhale!” commanded Andre and when she did the tiny muscle relaxed enough so he could press most of the plug into her. She loudly sucked in air and her fists clenched the comforter on the bed. When she exhaled Andre pressed the plug the rest of the way into her. He grasped the handle protruding from her cheeks and began to pump in and out of her ever so slightly.
Eva was dizzy from the experience. She felt oddly full in a way she never had. It was painful but soon waves of pleasure began to pulse out of her groin and she felt the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain. She was stretched to the point of mild pain but the pleasure from the movement was stronger. It felt wonderful. It felt painful. And she knew her pain would soon be worse when Andre started on her with the quirt. Most of all, she had no control over any of it and could only submit to whatever the evening held. That felt strangely liberating to her. She did not have to decide anything, she was just a passive recipient of whatever was in store.