Until that night, whippings had aroused her primarily because of the submissive aspect of losing control, of being used by another. And because of the promise of sexual release afterward. They were really little more than erotic, masochistic foreplay. But last night she had crossed a line somehow, to something almost spiritual. Yes. That was it!
It was spiritual. She had felt elevated somehow; above herself, exalted. She had to know more about this. Why had she never read about it? Did it happen to others? Was she unique? Was she crazy? Was it all a dream? She couldn't wait to talk about it to Lawrence. Had he observed it? Did he see that she was somehow changed because of it?
But for now she had to focus on the task before her. Once again, her hands were clasped behind her back as she labored to please this slave boy enough to keep him erect but not enough to grant him release. Lawrence sat nearby, always carefully observant, as she kissed and licked her way from the head to the base of Brian's eager cock. Lawrence had instructed her to keep him “on the edge” for thirty minutes.
He had placed a clock in her line of vision so she would know the time. Then he advised her that should Brian come before the thirty minutes were over, she would be punished smartly, and then she would start all over again, until she got it right. As he spoke, he smacked his own palm with the wicked little riding crop he held in his hand.
Sarah thought she was doing a good job of keeping Brian at bay, but still aroused. She kissed and sucked his cock with as much skill as she possessed, pulling back at just the right moment to keep the naked young man before her from prematurely spilling his seed. Brian seemed to be a safe distance from ejaculation when twenty minutes had passed.
But suddenly—without warning—he began spurting his seed into her throat. Sarah, not at all ready for this sudden release, began sputtering and choking on the copious emission. She pulled her head back with a jerk, causing the last bit of semen to dribble down her chin.
Brian could see the clock, too. He had tricked her! She looked up at him in disbelief and saw that he was smiling down at her. The bastard had done it on purpose!
Before she even had time to reflect on the betrayal, she felt herself yanked up by Lawrence. Without a word, he pushed her up against a wall and began to whip her with the crop. She didn't even dare to wipe Brian's come from her face as Lawrence smacked her ass repeatedly. There was no other sound in the room but the loud thwacking of leather against flesh.
As Sarah felt the heat burning into her bottom, she began to cry, as much from shame at having Brian witness her punishment as from the pain. Yet, even through this humiliation, or indeed, perhaps partially because of it, her pussy began to pulse with need. For several silent minutes, Lawrence beat her, until she felt her knees going weak from the fire on her flesh and in her womb. At last, he stopped and Sarah slumped to the ground.
Pulling her up again by the hair, Lawrence said quietly, “Now, then, young lady. Shall we have another go? Since Brian has come recently, let's see you make him come again, quickly. You can use your hands too, this time. But do it in ten minutes."
Disheveled and with her flesh burning from the beating, Sarah knelt again in front of Brian. She was terribly thirsty and her muscles ached from crouching for so long. But she was determined to get the better of this bastard slave yet. She would prove herself to her trainer despite this uncooperative slut she had to deal with.
Putting her own physical exhaustion aside, she focused entirely on the task at hand. Banishing her own fear that she couldn't arouse him sufficiently in that time, Sarah made love to Brian's cock as if her life depended on it. Within a few minutes, she had managed to revive the wilting cock by her attentions. She caressed and teased it with all the skill and love she possessed. Her tongue kissed and tortured the slave boy—promising release and then drawing away. Her fingers were like silk twining around his heavy balls. While her mouth moved up and down his now rock-hard erection, her fingers sought out his puckered asshole.
With one minute left, she pressed her finger hard up into his ass, making him shudder and moan. She felt his balls tense. It was time. Sarah gave him everything she had left. No longer manipulating the situation, Brian was just a man, nearly spent and desperate for release. Gasping, he managed to beg, “Please, Sir! May I come?"
Lawrence nodded his permission and Brian grabbed Sarah's head and thrust his cock in to the hilt. His come shot down Sarah's throat and she worked to swallow it without betraying her distaste for the task. He pulled out slowly, leaving a thick, creamy trail on her tongue.
"Clean him,” Lawrence ordered, and Sarah did so, gently licking away all the remaining semen. Her hair was matted with sweat and her face was flushed with exertion and heat. Lawrence came over and helped her to her feet.
"Thank you, Brian. Same time tomorrow?"
"Yes, Sir,” Brian smiled weakly, trying to compose himself. Then, dressing quickly, he left the room and let himself out. Lawrence turned to Sarah, standing there naked and exhausted before him.
"Well done, slave girl. You are starting to show some promise at last. Tomorrow I expect there will be no need for punishment. Go take a shower. I'll make lunch today and afterward, we will begin your anal training. Also, Yukiyo is coming later to give you another lesson in massage."
Anal training. Sarah shivered in horror. This was one area she had never been able to get comfortable with. She hated anal sex. She hated having anyone touch her or even look at her there. How awful, she thought. Would he be bringing in another man? She wasn't sure if she could tolerate having a stranger fuck her in the ass! Should she protest? Dare she?
No. She decided to wait and see what Lawrence had in mind. After all, she did trust him. He knew her limits and while he had continually taken her to the very edge, he had never pushed her beyond what she felt she could bear.
As she showered, Sarah wondered again if he were at all interested in her as a woman. If so, he had certainly given no sign. The hot water splashed against her sore ass, causing a pleasant tingle. Sarah closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, imagining that it was Lawrence there, his hands caressing her flesh. But she didn't touch the now-throbbing nubbin between her legs. She didn't dare. It was his, even if only for a few more days.
She sighed aloud, trying again to reconcile herself to the fact that he was “just her trainer,” as he had told her repeatedly. Not her lover. She wondered whose lover he had been. Or if he had a lover, even now? Perhaps that was it.
He had a girlfriend! She cringed at the thought and decided not to allow it to stay in her head. That was ridiculous. No other woman would tolerate this two-week separation. Unless. Unless she were a slave, like Sarah. A loving, devoted slave, waiting somewhere for the return of her darling Master. The thought upset Sarah. She must somehow find out something of his private life. She must and she would.
Lunch was pleasant, though Sarah's ass still smarted from all the attention it had received over the past twenty-four hours. Lawrence permitted small talk at lunch, and Sarah tried to bring the conversation around to his private life.
"So, what do you do with yourself in this big place all alone?” she asked, waiting to see if he would volunteer that he wasn't generally alone. But he didn't catch her drift, or if he did, he wasn't having any.
He answered that he liked the big old place. It had been his grandfather's before him and had been in the family for generations. He let it go at that and Sarah didn't dare probe too far.
"Well, then.” Lawrence pushed back his chair and rose. “Now I will prepare for your training. Wash the dishes and meet me in the bathroom.” Off he went, oblivious to her anxiety. She took perhaps longer than necessary, washing and drying the dishes, carefully sweeping the floor and tidying the kitchen. Still, he had said only, “Meet me in the bathroom,” not “So-and-so will be here shortly to fuck you in the ass!” Thank heavens for small comforts. She smiled grimly to herself as she wiped down the counters one last time. But she didn't dare to dawdle too long. Slowly she clim
bed the big stairs and presented herself reluctantly to her trainer in the bathroom.
"Kneel,” he said, not even looking up at her. He had laid out a series of anal plugs, which were graduated in size. There was a small one, not much larger than two fingers. It flared slightly at the base. Then there was a medium-sized one, which began as narrow as the first but was shaped more like a little Christmas tree of black plastic, as wide at the base as a small juice cup. It tapered back and then flared again. The third one seemed absurdly huge to poor Sarah. She couldn't imagine that he would ever try to put that dreadful thing into her. Shivering, she bowed her head, feeling suddenly quite frightened of the ordeal ahead of her.
Lawrence came over and knelt down next to her. “I know from our talks that this is difficult for you, Sarah. But you do understand that to be a slave worthy of a top Master you simply must have anal training. There is no way around it. There is no shame in this, Sarah. It is just another aspect of your sexuality. And of your submission. Perhaps you should focus on that aspect, since for you, it truly is an act of submission to allow the invasion of your ass.
"We will start with the little plug. You should be able to accommodate it without much discomfort. I know you can do it, Sarah. I have faith in you.” As he spoke, Lawrence stroked her hair gently. She was so delighted with his warm caress and his kind tone that she relaxed completely.
Smiling up at him she whispered, “Thank you, Lawrence."
"Now, then.” He became the proper trainer again. “Put this lubricant on your asshole and on the plug. I will let you put it in this time, to give you more of a sense of control. Next time I will do it, because giving up control is also an essential part of your training. Giving it up with grace is one of the hardest and one of the most rewarding things a slave can do.” As he spoke, he tossed her the K-Y jelly and the smallest plug. Trying to hide her distaste, Sarah lubricated her anus gingerly and turned her attention to the hard, little black plug in her hands. She covered it with copious amounts of the gooey jelly, causing Lawrence to turn away to hide his smile.
Unaware of the grimace on her own face, Sarah leaned forward and pressed the plastic against her opening, easeing it in slowly. It slid in rather more easily than she expected, except for the last little bit, which was wider than the rest. It hurt slightly as she pressed it in, but it was tolerable. Slowly she stood up, feeling the involuntary clench of her sphincter muscle around the invading phallus. Lawrence was watching her with a slightly amused expression on his face.
"There, now. That wasn't so bad, was it? You just keep that in for two hours to start. It should open you nicely for the next one.” Sarah groaned inwardly, but said nothing.
Lawrence had to leave the house for a while. He suggested that Sarah might want to practice with her dildo while he was out. Sarah nodded, but when he left, she found herself staring at the little erect penis on her dresser with disgust. She was damned if she'd stick that thing in her mouth! Then his words came back to her. “Giving up control with grace is one of the hardest and most rewarding things a slave can do."
To allow a cock to enter your mouth; to be completely open and yielding; a total surrender of your will, of your body, to another—that was the essence of submission. To do it, not because it aroused or pleased you, or at least not exclusively so—she smiled at her own thoughts—but precisely because it was a submissive gesture. It was a giving up of control, an exchange of power more profound than any she knew.
With these thoughts in mind, the young woman took the dildo and gave herself to it as if it were her Master.
As if it were her lover.
As if it were Lawrence.
Lawrence returned just as Sarah put the kettle on for tea. She had prepared a pretty tray of cakes and sandwiches. The cream and sugar were already in their round little silver pots. She found Lawrence's Old World habit of having tea most afternoons charming. He had explained that he lived in England for several years as a young man, and the habit stayed with him.
He came into the kitchen and said, “Up to the bathroom. We'll put in the second plug now, before tea."
Sarah sighed imperceptibly and followed her trainer. Once in the bathroom, he told her to remove the first plug and put it in the sink. She did so, surprised as it fairly popped out of her with one little pull. Sarah dropped the plug quickly into the bathroom sink. She felt as if her little opening were gaping wide now, but had no intention of investigating it. He was speaking. “Kneel down, ass in the air. I will put in the second one."
Blushing with shame, Sarah did as he told her. She kept telling herself this was just part of her slave training. All slaves had to do this. There was no shame. There was no shame. She chanted this silently like a mantra to give herself courage. But still, some primal, deep-seated core of shame filled her with icy humiliation as he probed her opened asshole gently. Lawrence lubricated the larger plug and pressed it to her bottom. She flinched slightly but remained still. He eased it in slowly and she found she could actually bear it. It wasn't so bad.
Then suddenly...
"Jesus Christ! Stop! Oh my God!” Sarah had lurched forward, completely out of position. She was yelling, and the plug fell out of her and down to the floor. The one final push to accommodate the large end of the plug had felt like a knife in her loins. Her reaction was totally unexpected by either of them.
Without giving her a chance to collect herself, Lawrence lifted her under the arms and carried her to her bedroom. He threw her on the bed, facedown, and quickly attached her wrists and ankles to the posts. Then he slid a pillow under her hips to raise her ass for access.
"You have yet to learn true submission. What is a little pain, if you are serving your Master? Never mind. This will keep you still for the moment. And if you cry out again, Sarah, I will gag you. Take it with courage and grace. This is nothing. I know you can do this.” And with that, he again pressed the plug to her opening, and in one, fluid motion he pushed the whole of it into her ass. Sarah moaned into the bed covers but there was no escaping this time.
"I'm going to have my tea. I don't think you are fit company at present. I will leave you here to ponder your behavior.” Lawrence stood for a moment in the doorway, watching the bound and spread young woman on the bed. She was lying quietly, the life gone out of her. It was as if she had given up. Lawrence watched her for a while, his face impassive. Then he turned and left, leaving Sarah alone—bound, plugged, and defeated.
Yukiyo was gently shaking the still-tethered Sarah by the shoulder. “Sarah. Sarah, wake up. Are you all right?"
Sarah opened her eyes and realized she had fallen asleep. She came fully awake when she saw that the Japanese masseuse was at her side. Sarah was still bound and unable to move. She whimpered. But Yukiyo released Sarah from her bonds quickly. The plug remained lodged firmly in her bottom of course; but at least she was free to sit up and compose herself.
Sarah at once began to rub her sore wrists and ankles. There were angry red marks where the leather of the cuffs had bitten into her flesh.
Yukiyo looked dismayed and said softly, “No, no. Lie back down, Sarah-chan. Let me do that for you.” Gratefully, Sarah sank back on the pillows, lying on her back now. Yukiyo pulled the sheets over her naked form thoughtfully and then massaged all the stiffness from her arms and legs expertly in just a few minutes.
"Lawrence wants me to give you another lesson today. You will massage me and I will give you advice and instruction as you do so. We can do it right here, whenever you are ready.” Sarah was enjoying Yukiyo's skillful touch so much that she didn't want it to stop. Yukiyo continued for a few more minutes, but then said, “I think we should begin now, Sarah. You wouldn't want Lawrence to see us like this, would you?"
Sarah sat up abruptly. No, she certainly would not. They exchanged places. First Yukiyo stripped, quickly and without embarrassment. She lay on her stomach on Sarah's bed and Sarah pulled the sheet up to her waist. Yukiyo was a small woman, with fine, delicate features and pale skin
the color of ivory and cream.
Sarah couldn't help noticing how smooth Yukiyo's skin was. She liked the way the Japanese woman's muscles lay under her skin—supple and strong but relaxing under Sarah's own touch. Sarah began to massage her gently, first smoothing and relaxing her as Yukiyo had shown her during previous lessons. Yukiyo would murmur periodically about how Sarah might hold her hands just this way, or manipulate the joint just that way. Sarah tried very hard to concentrate and pay close attention.
But she found to her own confusion that she was becoming aroused as she touched and handled this naked woman lying there before her. She had never considered herself attracted to women before. What was happening to her? Surely it was just the situation, with herself naked and impaled on her trainer's anal device, serving this woman as if she were her Mistress.
As Sarah flipped Yukiyo over gently to massage her belly and breasts, she could no longer so easily dismiss her rising lust. She carefully avoided touching the dark pink little nipples as she kneaded the flesh of Yukiyo's small firm breasts. Biting her lower lip, she hurried over the rest of Yukiyo's body, concentrating instead on her calves and feet.
Yukiyo seemed unaware of Sarah's confusion. Pushing away the feelings of arousal she had felt while touching the naked woman, Sarah turned her over and continued to knead and pummel her way across the naked flesh. She found that she enjoyed giving the massage, even apart from the pleasure she took from touching this naked woman.
She liked feeling the muscle extend and relax under her touch. She would have been quite happy if it weren't for the offensive black butt plug firmly lodged up her ass. She longed to remove it. But it occurred to her that the removal might result in the insertion of the gigantic plug still awaiting her in the bathroom. She wouldn't think of it; she would concentrate on her lesson with this kind and beautiful Japanese woman. She would learn the art of massage so that Lawrence would melt under her fingertips someday.
After a full hour, Yukiyo sat up and stretched like a little cat. She looked relaxed and happy as she smiled broadly at Sarah. “That was very, very good, Sarah. I will report to Lawrence that you are coming along well. That was much better than last time.” She smiled gently as she said this, and Sarah looked down, remembering with embarrassment her display in front of this woman and her trainer. While they had sipped their coffee calmly, she had been their centerpiece on the table, her ass reddened from a beating and bared for their viewing pleasure.
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