"No, S-sir," she closed her eyes enjoying his soothing touch, "I never wanted to feel inferior again." As she said the words, she found the irony in her situation now. She had actually submitted herself to him to be used that way. But it was willingly, trying to make sense in her mind of why this was so different, she just couldn't do it.
"Tell me what he did to you Cayce," he needed to understand how badly she had been abused so he could help her heal. He knew without doubt that helping her get over her fears with this would start her on the road to recovery. It was strange to him how many submissive's he had met in his life that seemed to find this lifestyle after such a life occurrence
She hadn't allowed herself to think about it consciously in years. Before she could change her mind she told him her story quickly. She'd only been fifteen the year it started, in the beginning he had snuck into her bedroom and fondled her when she was asleep, but that had gradually turned into something more. She recalled that first night with a terror that had her body tensing again.
She had awakened with his hand covering her mouth and him in between her thighs, forcing himself into her. She remembered the pain and the feeling of suffocation as his hand pressed again her mouth. Tears fell down her cheeks at the horrible memories. He had told her if she told her mother he would kill them all and she'd believed him.
He didn't stop with her, and she found out months later that he'd been doing the same thing to her sister. Both of them were convinced by his lies that no one would believe them and how they deserved what he was doing, so they didn't tell their mother for a year. Instead they worked together and tried to make sure they were never alone. They had discovered he wouldn't try anything if they were together.
The last time it had happened Cait had been beaten so badly after she refused him that her mother hadn't believed the countless lies they made up for various bruises he had left on their bodies and she called the police. The truth had finally been revealed.
He listened to her story and shook his head in disgust. "He doesn't deserve to walk this earth!" He had never understood how someone could hurt a child in such a way and it sickened him. "Thank you for sharing your story with me girl." He knew that now their training could truly begin.
For reasons she couldn't understand, telling him about her past allowed her to relax. That and the feel of his hand lightly massaging her rear, had her body feeling almost languid. His fingers were kneading the flesh of her rear and she moaned softly at the sheer bliss of it.
"Did he ever enter you here?" His finger slid between the cheeks of her ass and a single digit pressed against the tight orifice.
Her body tensed and she shook her head slightly. "No, S-sir,"
"Has anyone ever touched you this way?" He slowly pushed his finger inside aware of how tense she was now.
"N-no S-sir," she really didn't like the feeling, it felt so foreign and intimate to her.
"Relax for me," he spoke quietly knowing she would need to get used to this because all the girl's he trained wore plugs in public. It was a technique he used in training because it taught the submissive to be humble in his opinion. As he begin to work his finger slowly in and out of her tight chamber she tensed and he withdrew. His hand landed on her ass with a firm slap.
"We're going to try that again, and this time you're going to relax."
His finger slowly inched back inside her, and he was pleased to see her attempting to not fight the invasion. After several long strokes he added another finger and she gasped and tensed again. "Relax," he demanded firmly. Waiting as she complied he continued the gentle assault with his fingers, stretching her. Her body had sufficiently lubricated itself and he was pleased. It proved that she was not completely rejecting the act even if her mind balked at it. Pulling his fingers from her he stood and walked over to the chest. Finding a small butt plug he walked back over and slowly spread her cheeks. It was a little larger than his two fingers and he had to work it in with patience.
The sensation was odd, and she felt rather full but she didn't attempt to push it out. She was rewarded with a soft caress down her back and felt like purring. This was one of the things on his list and she had mentally prepared somewhat, but the actual having the act done to her was different than reading it on paper.
"That will stay in tonight and we'll use a larger one each night until you've adjusted," he continued to stroke her back.
The thought of anything bigger being placed there gave her a hint of unease, she already felt completely stretched. "W-what if I have to go to the bathroom, s-sir," her face flushed bright red at the question.
He chuckled at her words, "Well then you will have me remove it and put it back in." He was glad that she didn't hesitate to voice her concerns. That was going to be very important over the next few days. He had thought to spank her tonight, but the hour was growing late and he relented. Added to that he didn't want her to think any of her actions had been wrong. With slow deliberate movements he undid her cuffs from the bench. "Let's get some rest, we have a long day tomorrow."
She got off the spanking bench and stood feeling the strange plug with every movement of her body. It felt foreign and oddly erotic as she followed him. As he led her to the door of the dungeon, she remembered the servant upstairs. "Shouldn't I dress, Sir." She was sure he'd just forgotten.
"Unless I have company you will remain undressed in my home." He walked out the door expecting her to follow.
Cayce was floored at the notion that the servant could walk out and see her like this and her face turned crimson again. She looked at the floor on their way back upstairs and into his bedroom. She let out a long breath as he shut the door behind them, glad she hadn't been noticed.
"My servants are very well trained," he smiled at her nervousness. The sooner she came to understand her place in his household the more confident she would feel. "Do you need to use the bathroom before we rest?"
"Yes, Sir," her cheeks were going to remain flushed, she decided as his words embarrassed her again.
"Walk over to the bed and lay on your stomach," he commanded softly.
Following his orders quickly, she laid on her stomach and felt his hands spreading her cheeks slowly pulling out the plug. Her core tensed at the sensation and she bit back a moan. His hand landing on her backside made her jump as she wasn't expecting it.
"Finish up and get back to me," he stated his eyes glancing toward the bathroom. His cock was straining against his pants and he decided before bed he would teach her one last thing. As she closed the door, he stripped and laid on the bed waiting.
She quickly used the bathroom knowing he would be displeased if she made him wait. When she walked back out and saw his incredible body completely laid out in all its glory on the bed her heart fell into her stomach. He was so beautiful to look upon with his strong arms, wide chest, muscular thighs and even his feet. When her eyes fell upon his huge shaft she stopped walking toward the bed and stopped. He was enormous, she thought to herself as she forced her feet to continue walking until she was at the edge of the bed.
He patted the bed for her to join him and she climbed up without hesitation. "I'm not going to use you tonight," he told her without emotion. He had considered it but he enjoyed the idea of her pleasuring herself and it went along with his training schedule tomorrow. "You're going to bring yourself to orgasm for me by following exactly what I tell you to do."
This was also a lead up to another day of training he had planned, everything he did had a purpose. "Lay back on the bed," he commanded softly watching her as she followed his lead. "Spread your legs wide," smiling at her compliance he continued, "now slowly rub a finger over your clit."
Cayce bit her lip as she followed his instructions feeling almost empowered as he told her to touch herself. Never in her life had she thought she would ever enjoy having someone watch her this way, but it was so much more intense than doing it on her own.
"Slide two fingers inside," he leaned up on his side watching her
finger delve inside, enjoying the picture she made for him. "Ride your fingers, for me," as her eyes closed he watched her come undone and smiled. "Turn over now."
She couldn't believe she'd just brought herself to orgasm in front of him. She tensed as she felt his fingers slide inside her core briefly then move to her rear stretching the tight flesh there, using her own fluids as lubrication. Then he slid the plug into her backside easily.
"Now you're going to watch me, and learn what gets me off," he waited until she had turned back to him before stroking his long, thick length. "I like to start very slow, working my cock from base to head," he demonstrated. "Then I like to have the head rubbed over and start again." With unhurried movements he worked his cock watching her face the entire time to be sure she was paying attention. She would be learning to please him this way during another training session.
He built the tempo up slowly into a fast rhythm, pumping hard until his body ejaculated with a small soft stream. "Have you ever tasted a man before?"
"No, Sir," she whispered knowing what was coming without being told.
"Taste me," he held his cock as she shyly allowed her tongue to run over the engorged head.
The taste was slightly salty and not unpleasant. With a little more courage she lapped a larger amount that ran down the wide thickness of him. His shaft twitched against her mouth and filled her with a sense of power.
"That's enough for now," if she continued he was going to move ahead and fuck her and he didn't like steering away from his own plans. "Lay back on the bed." She quickly did as he asked and he clamped her cuffs to a small chain. "Get some rest, you did well tonight." Reaching over he turned off the lamp on his side of the bed and the room was turned to darkness.
She lay completely still for several moments, stunned that he had shackled her to sleep. As she moved her wrists she discovered that she could move them above her head, but that was about it. Knowing she would never sleep this way, she closed her eyes at least hoping to rest them.
4 Day One
Dylan's internal clock woke him up just as the sun was starting to rise and he rolled over, glancing at his new pet. All her defenses were down as she slept and he had to admit to never waking to a more beautiful site. Careful not to wake her, he undid the clasp that chained her cuffs. Slowly sliding down the sheet, he admired her body. Her firm legs were parted slightly, giving him an incredible view of her sex. Without hesitation his fingers slightly grazed over the inviting flesh before a single digit dipped in, pleased that even as she rested her core bloomed for him, drenching him with her passion.
Cayce was having the most amazing dream and moaned slightly. Her hips arched slowly off the mattress arching toward her dream lovers touch. Her breasts ached as the tight buds tightened, her own hands reaching up to cup their fullness then slowly flutter across the peaks in hunger.
She slept soundly, he surmised as his finger slowly worked inside of her. He wondered how she had hidden her own passionate nature so long as he added another finger, stretching her before allowing his mouth to trail down between her thighs and take their place. Lifting her hips in his hands his mouth suckled the small nub of her core then lightly allowed his teeth to graze it.
Cayce awoke to the site of his beautiful head between her thighs and the most incredible pleasure she could imagine. Biting back a whimper her hands grasped his shoulders as his tongue delved in and retreated, leaving her on the edge of fulfillment. When he lifted his head, she groaned in frustration.
"Good morning girl," he slid off the bed and stood up, his sex thick and hard against his ripped abdomen.
"Good morning, Sir," she clenched her thighs together tightly to fight the need that he had awakened in her.
"Stand up and offer me your hands," he gave a small smirk knowing just how aroused she was. He wanted her on that edge and removed the leather cuffs that encased her wrists as she held them out. Lowering to his knee he lifted one up as if he would ask her to sit on it, "put your foot up." He removed her ankle cuff. "Now the other," he removed the other cuff. His tongue flicked out over the soft petals of her sex before standing again. "Stand."
Without thought she stood, her body trembling at the ache he had created. She held up her hair, with both hands as he touched her elbow. Her sex clenched painfully and she whimpered without thought. She was rewarded with a swift slap on her rear before she felt his hands move to her collar and quickly remove it.
"Come," he turned and walked into the bathroom, knowing she would follow. He turned on the shower and checked the temperature before motioning with his hand for her to step in.
Her legs trembled as she stepped under the warm spray. Her hands lowered to her sides as she waited for his next command. After a few moments he joined her. His hands held s bar of scented soap and a rag, he placed them on the small rack and then turned his attention to her.
"You will wash me," he almost smiled when she grabbed the cloth and soap but stopped himself while grabbing her wrist. "Use the soap and your hands," he demanded on a low tone.
Lathering the soap in her hands, she began bathing him having no idea if she was doing this right. She had never bathed a man before but was discovering she enjoyed getting to know his body. His biceps were strong and tense under her hesitant ministrations. His chest was broad and completely devoid of hair. She allowed her hands to run over his nipples, finding it strange how different they were from her own.
Grasping the soap again, she ran it over the muscled ridges of his abdomen and bit her lip at how beautiful his body was. His long thick legs were perfection, muscled and firm and tensing under hands as well. She had no idea why but her body grew even more aroused with every touch against his heated skin. Moving behind him, she kneaded his shoulders with her soapy hands and lowered to his rounded backside. He was beautiful, she thought with a sigh.
His sex twitched as her hands continued to explore him and he was hard pressed not to pull her in front of her and force her into a kneel to pleasure him. This was just a shower, he had never thought that such an inexperienced woman could affect him this way. He reached back and pulled her in front of him. "Finish the job girl," he spoke more roughly than he intended.
Her hands trembled as she put more lather on her hands and lowered them to his huge sex. She caressed his thick shaft in the way he had shown her last night in his bed that he enjoyed. In curiosity she cupped his sack and was shocked at his quick intake of breath. Thinking she had hurt him, she let her hands fall quickly.
He chuckled softly at her reaction. "You didn't hurt me girl, now make me come," he stated with a bit of gruffness.
His words shocked her somewhat but her hand quickly moved back to his shaft and she stroked him again. She loved the feeling of the softness that covered the steel of length. Cayce had never really cared about learning the topography of a male's body before, but she discovered she wanted to know everything that pleased this man. Her fingers couldn't fit around his wide girth but she grasped him as good as she could and begin stroking him.
Pulling himself out of her hands, he turned and stood under the spray washing off the soap before turning off the shower. He pushed slightly down on her shoulders indicating that she should kneel. "Continue," he demanded and was somewhat surprised as her mouth found him. "Your hands only!" The girl's mouth felt incredible on his cock, but he was not ready to move forward with that training exercise yet.
Her face flushed at the reprimand, but her hand quickly replaced her mouth. She pumped him with slow even strokes, amazed as his shaft grew even long and thicker. Pressing her thighs together again, she was amazed at how touching him seemed to only make her body ache to find release.
His hand covered hers as he quickened the pace, they had many things to accomplish today and his cock was near to bursting already. He helped her get him off quickly, and bit back his own groan of fulfillment. "Now clean me girl," he stated in a no nonsense voice.
She released him and reached up for the soap but his soft
chuckle stopped her. She understood what he meant then and flushed again. Her tongue lightly flicked out and lapped at his essence, before allowing her tongue to lave across the small stream that remained on the head of his shaft. Her tongue ran over the thick length of him and her eyes closed at how exciting she found this small task.
"Stop," he was very close to getting hard again and this was not where he planned on taking her education today. As she released him, he grabbed the cloth and turned on the faucet wetting it. He wiped her face first before cleaning his cock and his ass. "You're learning very well," he smiled and stepped out of the tub, retrieving a towel.
As he handed it to her she was smiling at his praise and dried him carefully. She was somewhat shocked as he took the towel and dried her with a strange tenderness. As the towel patted her sex, she held back a groan at the ache even the smallest touch gave her. She wanted to arch against his hand there but somehow knew he would not be pleased so she refrained.
She was doing so well for someone untrained, he thought as he walked back out to the bedroom. He knew she was still aroused and planned on keeping her that way for now. The lesson wasn't one of cruelty though, she was about to walk down in front of his servants and he wanted her mind on him, more than on her own nudity. He placed her cuffs and collar back on and instructed her to lay on the bed on her stomach. Walking into the bathroom, leaving her in that position, he cleansed the plug before walking back out.
He dressed quickly in a pair of shorts and polo shirt, and even slid on a pair of sandals before walking back over to her. Rubbing the plug against her wet sex, he was pleased at the moisture there. Parting her ass cheeks he slid the plug back in place, pleased that her body didn't resist as much as it had last night. "We will eat now," he walked toward the door and held it open for her.
He meant for her to walk downstairs in broad daylight, she surmised and felt her heart skip a bit. The servants, she wondered if they were still here and felt her face heat. Lowering her head and forgetting her posture she walked out the door he held. It was one thing to be alone with him in this state of undress, but those people were just servants, she thought in humiliation.
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