by Powerone
"You are obeying very well, Rachel. Now turn and face me again, hands down. Step a little bit closer, so I may touch you.” Rachel moved closer to Michael, he could now reach out and touch her body. “Please unbutton your blouse and let if fall to the floor."
Reluctantly, Rachel began at the top button and started to unbutton them. She stared at Michael as he watched her undressing. When the last button was opened, Rachel pulled it from her skirt, slipped it off her arms and let it fall to the floor. Rachel began to turn red in embarrassment at what she was being forced to do.
"Bend over and lean forward a little bit. I want to see your breasts."
Rachel bent over, her breasts hanging open, seemingly trying to fall from her bra.
"A little more, yes, you have lovely breasts, Rachel. Now stand tall, remove your bra and than lace your hands behind your head again. Let me see your lovely breasts."
Rachel cringed at the request. The man she respected and worshipped for almost all of her life was now asking her to show her naked breasts to him. Soon, she would have to strip completely for him. She was not sure if she could handle this. She felt like running away and crying. But, she had promised to obey him. He knew what was best for her. She would have to comply. Her fingers reached behind, finding the catch to her bra. A quick snap, a pull down from her shoulders and the bra fell to the floor, her arms covering her naked breasts.
"Hands behind your head, I will not repeat myself,” Michael's voice boomed. “Your reluctance will cost you, now obey immediately."
Rachel jumped at the anger in Michael's voice. She had never seen this reaction since he had spanked her. She was afraid of the consequences and her arms went quickly behind her neck, fingers laced, elbows forward. Her young naked breasts caught the cool air in the room and her nipples hardened, standing tall, the first time a male had seem them naked. A flash of excitement, but also fear rushed through Rachel. Her eyes met Michael's.
Michael abruptly stood up, his face only inches from Rachel's. He started into her eyes, seeing the fear. His glance went down to her breasts. He always enjoyed the breasts of a young girl. Rachel's breasts were so firm, the nipples hard, her chest heaving from the fear. He watched her eyes follow his stare, his hands reaching up to touch them.
Rachel was shocked and almost pushed back when Michael stood. She watched in slow motion as his hand moved toward her naked breasts. What would it feel like when he touched her? She braced her body as first one hand, than the other encircled her tender breasts for the first time. She could feel her nipples harden as his hand clenched her breast tightly, squeezing them like a sponge. She gasped in sudden shock, not expecting the reaction from her body. She began to feel the excitement of the moment. Here she was being forced to strip naked and her naked body was being stroked and she was beginning to enjoy it. She wanted more.
Michael could feel the change in Rachel. She pushed her breasts into his hands. He moved toward her nipples, grabbing it between two fingers and began to pinch them lightly.
"OH, God, please don't do that,” she cried, her breath coming in short bursts. His fingers began to become more insistent, the pinch becoming harder, pain beginning to mix with the pleasure, her nipples forced hard between his fingers. “That's beginning to hurt, please don't do that."
"Stand perfectly still; you must let me have my way with your body. Let the pleasure overcome the pain. You will have to learn to love the pain. That is what we require of you.” His fingers began to pull on her nipples, forcing them out. He pulled them up; Rachel forced to stand on her toes to release some of the pleasure. Rachel looked lovely, on her toes, her breasts pulled up by her nipples, a grimace on her face from the pain Michael was inflicting on her breasts.
Michael suddenly released her nipples, her breasts falling back down, her feet back flat on the floor. He sat back down. “Raise your skirt above your waist. I want to see your panties. Spread your legs wider.” Rachel reached down to the hem of her skirt and began to slip it up her thighs. Michael watched as she slowly bared her legs to him, his face only inches from them. Rachel pulled her skirt until her panties were completely uncovered, her legs spread wide. A wisp of pussy hair pulled out from the edge of her panties.
"Drop your skirt to the floor, quickly now. Keep your legs together. Now slowly pull your panties down to your knees for me."
Rachel dropped the skirt and as her panties began the descent down her legs, she watched Michael's eyes as they ravished her body. His eyes watched as her pussy was first bared to him. “Drop them to the floor.” Rachel pushed them all the way down and stepping out of them. She began to spread her legs out, her pussy opening for him. “You're learning, it will go much easier if you learn to please me.” Her legs were now spread over three feet. “More, I want your pussy lips spread for me". When they were over four feet wide, Rachel stopped. She stood tall, her breasts thrust out, her legs spread wide, her pussy opening to the cool air.
"Turn and bend over with your legs spread. I want to see your asshole.” Rachel flushed with embarrassment, turned, her back to Michael and began to bend over. She did not expect that it would be this humiliating. She began to bend over. “Reach back with your hands and spread your cheeks apart. I want to see that tiny asshole."
Cringing in humiliation, Rachel did as she was ordered. Her cheeks spread open, the cool air blowing on her asshole. How embarrassing to be treated as if she were a piece of meat to be inspected and probed.
"Beautiful, Rachel, now turn again and face me and assume the position.” Rachel did as she was told, breasts pushed out, legs spread, her pussy opening. “Spread your pussy lips open so I may see your pink insides.” Rachel complied, her fingers grasping her pussy lips, spreading them open. She realized that Michael could see the pussy juice on her pussy. “You are enjoying this, aren't you? You are wet."
"No, you are making me do this. I don't want to do it, you are humiliating me,” tears running down her cheeks. Michael could see that she was aroused. She did not want him to know this.
Michael got up and came over to her with a camera in his hand.
"No, don't take pictures of me like this. I don't want to become part of your scrapbook."
"All of my charges get into my scrapbook. Your pictures will be used to train the next young lady.” He began to take pictures of Rachel. He took a close up of her spread pussy. He went behind her and got a nice picture of her tiny anus, his fingers prying apart her cheeks, the tiny pink star that was her anus barely visible.
"There is one matter to finish before you may leave. You failed to obey one of my commands and you displeased me. You must learn to never do that again. I want you to lie over my lap, your head down on the floor. I am going to give you a spanking on your bare ass."
Tears began to fall from Rachel's eyes. Besides disappointing Michael, she was also going to have to suffer the humiliation of getting a spanking. It would be just as if she was a little girl of twelve again. She moved over Michael and spread her body over his legs. She could feel his hard cock resting against her stomach. Her head hung down, waiting in suspense. She could feel one of his hands run over her naked cheeks. Fingers pushed between her legs. “Open your legs; you must stay open for me at all times.” Her legs parted, giving Michael access to the most intimate portion of her body. He fingers again moved between her legs, running over her wet pussy and pushing back toward her tiny anus. His wet fingers moved over her anus, sending shivers through her body.
His hand was removed and suddenly a loud smack filled the room, seconds later the pain registering with Rachel. His hand had hit her left cheek very hard. “OOOWWW, I will obey next time, please Sir, don't hit me again,” she begged.
"It will be twenty five for you young lady, you are lucky it is not more. Now hold still and keep quiet. You must learn to accept your punishment.” His hand began to beat her cheeks, alternating each time. By fifteen, both cheeks were beet red and Rachel was whimpering in pain. By twenty, she had to put her hand in her mouth
to stop the screams. Finally she received the full twenty-five. He pushed her upright, a gasp coming from her lips as he grabbed her beaten cheek.
"You may get dressed down and return to your room. I am finished for the day. I don't want you to masturbate tonight. Tomorrow, Stephen will be here for your inspection."
Rachel grabbed her clothes quickly and began to put them on, the embarrassment beginning again, as she is now forced to dress in front of him. She quickly finished. “Thank you sir,” and ran out the door.
The examination was worse then Rachel could even imagine. They had made her state the agreement. “I will submit to you sexually Stephen and Michael will train me in what I must do and how I must do it. During training, Michael will use me sexually in order to make sure that I learn correctly to please you."
They quickly forced her to strip naked, fondling her body at will, masturbating her until she came for them. Then the dreaded enema, forced on her hands and knees, her ass thrust up obscenely, two enemas forced into her tight ass until she was clean for them.
The examination table was the worst, bound into the high stirrups, speculums opening up her vagina and finally her asshole for their probing, her most intimate charms grossly exposed. She was finally released, but not before they masturbated her again, Rachel embarrassed that they could force her to cum so easily. She had never been so humiliated and at the same time so excited.
That was yesterday, today she was due in Michael's office for more lessons. Her pussy was already wet in anticipation.
Michael heard the knock on the door. “Come in.” He watched as Rachel entered the room, his cock beginning to stir as he saw her again. He remembered her naked body. He was dressed only in a white robe, naked underneath it, his cock beginning to harden. Today Rachel would begin her sexual training and today's lesson would be on how to masturbate his cock. She would be forced to make him cum.
Rachel sat on the couch next to Michael and scooted so she was sideways, facing him. She gasped as Michael opened his robe and his cock sprang free. She had seen pictures of penises in books, but never anything like this. They were usually small and hanging loosely. Michael's had to be over ten-inches longs and looked rock hard. It had a large crown, at least two inches wide. Below it she could see his testicles, large and swollen.
"This is a penis, but I want you to begin to call it a cock. It is important that you begin to use the names we give you. It is very stimulating to hear a young girl as you use words like this. It is important that you excite us in anyway you can. Now what is this, Rachel?"
"It is your cock,” she stammered, embarrassed to be using such words.
"Very good. Now I want you to wet your fingers and touch the head of my cock with your wet fingers."
Rachel put two of her fingers in her mouth and ran her tongue over them, bathing them with her saliva. She pulled them out, glistening. She reached down and her fingers touched his cock, running two fingers over the head, bathing it in her saliva. This was the first time she had every felt anything like this. It was hot and throbbing. As she touched it she could feel Michael body react. She could tell that he enjoyed her touch. She continued to run her fingers over it, the hard cock twitching in excitement. “Is that good, Sir?"
"Yes, you have very soft and gentle hands. My cock is enjoying your touch.” He watched as this eighteen-year-old beauty began to stroke the head of his cock. She was very exciting to watch, the look on her face as she began to stroke it. “Rub the head, especially the hole on the top. See if you can get some pre-cum."
Her fingers ran over the head, stroking. She saw a small amount of fluid on the head of his cock mix with her saliva. This was his cum. She was making his cock secrete small amounts of cum. She could feel her pussy getting wetter. She tightened her legs, wishing she could put her hand between them and play with her pussy. She could feel the cum, hot and sticky as she smeared it over his cock head.
"Yes, you are doing a good job. Now I want you to grip my cock with your hand and begin to run it up and down the shaft. Grip it lightly at first. I will tell you when I want you to tighten it. Your hand is going to be like your pussy, gripping my cock."
Her hand grasped his cock, circling it but there was still over six inches of cock sticking out the top. She could feel the heat of his organ, it throbbing as she tightened her grip. She began to move her hand up toward the head. She could feel it shudder in her hand as it moved over the head again. She felt more pre-cum rubbing over her hand as she began to run her hand back down until she hit the bottom. She looked over at Michael and was embarrassed as she saw him staring at her as she stroked his cock. He was smiling as his cock throbbed in her hand.
"Yes, keep stroking it like that. Gently up and down. You are to keep my cock hard and excited, but you are not to let me cum yet. You must learn to control a cock in your hand."
Rachel was confused, Michael wanted her to masturbate his cock but keep him from cumming. “How do I know when you are going to cum?"
"You will be able to feel it in my cock and you will be able to tell by my reactions. As you masturbate more and different cocks, you will learn. Now continue stroking my cock.” Michael watched her, her hand moving up and down, slowly gripping his cock as she continued the masturbation of his cock. “Grip it harder and begin to stroke it faster. Make sure you run over the head each time. That is where a cock is most stimulated by."
Rachel's hand gripped his cock harder as she was ordered. She moved it up over the head, tightening her grip as she passed over it. She moved it back down, her hand moving faster. She could feel his hard organ throbbing in her hand. She continued stroking his cock for long minutes. She could feel a change in his cock and could feel Michael's hips begin to push his cock up into her hand. “Are you going to cum, Sir?"
"Yes, slow down, prolong my cum. You must not let me cum until I tell you to.” Michael felt her hand moving slower, her grip not as tight as before. “Good, now reach with your other hand and grab my balls lightly. I want you to feel each ball and than grab them together and milk them as you continue to stroke my cock. My balls are filled with hot cum for you."
Rachel's other hand reached down and circled his balls. They were heavy and hot. She searched out each individual ball and squeezed it gently, Michael's stirrings showing her that he was pleased. She grabbed both balls in her hand and tightened. Michael's body rose up from the couch. Rachel felt an intense power in her hands. She was pleasing him, yet seems to have so much power over him when his sex was in her hand. She loosened her grip and than tightened it again, a gasp from Michael showing that he was pleased.
"You have a natural talent, Rachel. Your hands instinctively know what to do. Pain mixed with pleasure is also very stimulating. You can gently stroke my cock and balls and than it is a very intense feeling if you either stroke my cock with your nails or grab my balls tightly. The switching from pleasure to pain is very exciting. You will learn that soon enough. There is a fine line between pleasure and pain."
Rachel did not understand but she knew what was expected of her. She stroked his cock and grabbed his balls. On the next stroke, her nails reached out and rubbed hard over the head of his cock. She felt his body jump and she grabbed his balls hard, forcing a groan from his lips as he pulled back from her hand grabbing his balls, forcing his cock head to run over her sharp nails. His body twitched.
"You learn quickly.” Her hand grabbed his cock tightly again, stroking faster and faster. Her other hand milked his balls, grabbing them, feeling the heat from them.
Rachel slowed down the masturbation of his cock again; she felt that he was going to cum soon. Her fingers pinched each ball lightly, her fingernail running over his piss slit, pre-cum leaking out.
Michael reached out to the table and picked up the jar of baby oil. “Spread some on two of your fingers. I want you to play with my asshole now.” He handed Rachel the bottle
Rachel poured a small amount of baby oil on her fingers. She did not want to play with his
asshole. They had done this to her and she did not like it and did not care to do this to him. It felt dirty and perverted, but she knew that she would not have a choice.
"Reach under my balls until you get to my asshole. I want you to play around it with your fingers, working the baby oil on it. When you get it lubricated I want you to push a finger into my asshole, slowly at first. I want you to feel for my prostate. When you find it, massage it with your finger. You will find that my cock will enjoy it immensely."
This was degrading to Rachel. She did not want to do it, but she knew she must. Her finger reached down below his balls. She ran her finger between his ass cheeks until shoe found his anus. She felt it twitch as her finger lightly touched over it, spreading the baby oil over it. She began to push her finger in, feeling his anus opening. Michael's body began to push up from the couch, trying to escape the finger entering him. Rachel knew what to do this time; she grabbed his balls and tightened.
Michael jerked away from the hand gripping his tender balls forcing his anus onto the finger pushing in. He felt it push into his rectum up to the first knuckle. He felt Rachel's finger move around, pushing deeper, searching out his prostate as ordered.
"You learn well, Rachel. You already know how to play a man's body.” He felt her finger massaging his prostate as her other hand began to stroke his cock harder and faster.
"Are you ready to cum, Sir?” Her hand could feel his cock throbbing, his anus tightening onto the finger trapped in him. She knew he was ready.
"Yes, I am almost there. I want you to rest your head on my stomach, facing my cock. When I cum, I want you to aim my cock so my cum shoots all over your face. Do not try to remove it, let it stay there."
"Please, don't cum on my face. That's disgusting. I will masturbate you with my hand, just please don't cum on my face,” she begged.