Training Laura

by Dee Voyse

  She responded by lying back down and relaxing in the same position in which she had been before: hands behind her head and legs spread. Dianne stood up and removed her skirt, standing above Laura’s ready body clad only in a black tank top and a pair of panties that were rapidly getting soaked through. She slipped off her panties and bent down, dangling them just inches away from Laura’s face so that Laura could take an inhale of the sweetness that she was soon to consume. Without warning, Dianne balled up the pair of panties and shoved them into Laura’s gaping mouth, gagging her with them. Laura sucked at the wet lace that invaded her mouth and enjoyed it. Dianne knelt down on the floor next to her and pinched Laura’s nipples. She squealed through her panty gag and Dianne proceeded to tweak her pink buds even harder. Laura squirmed under the touch while Martin looked on, amused. Laura was enjoying the pain and pleasure, but she couldn’t help craving the change to give attention to Dianne’s beautiful pussy. It was probably the best tasting pussy she’d ever encountered and she could never seem to get enough of it. Mercifully, Dianne let go of her nipples and rubbed the tender spots on Laura’s breasts.

  “Mouth. Open. Now,” she said to Laura, punctuating each word with a slap to her already glowing red breasts.

  Laura opened her mouth and Dianne removed the pair of panties, straddled Laura’s face, and replaced the void with her dripping wet cunt. Laura lapped at the slippery slit and sucked on Dianne’s clit. It tasted amazing and she feared it being taken away from her should she not do an impeccable job at eating her mistress out. She was careful and diligent in her actions, keeping her hands behind her head the entire time and attempting to resist the urge to reach up and pull Dianne’s thighs even closer around her head. Dianne moaned and reached under her tank top and into her pink lace brassiere to tweak her own nipples. Dianne bit her lip and ground her hips against Laura’s face, fucking her mouth and tongue and cutting off her air just ever so slightly.

  “That’s right, girl. Lick my pussy. Tell me, do you like it when I sit on your face and fuck you with my dripping wet cunt? Do you loooove to lick me all up?” Dianne asked.

  Laura only grunted and continued licking, swirling her tongue around Dianne’s opening and then tongue-fucking her until she thought her tongue might cramp up. Undeterred, she kept going and Dianne responded by grabbing the back of Laura’s head and shoving her cunt even further up against the submissive’s face.

  “Fuck, I’m close,” said Dianne, grinding against Laura furiously while Laura tried to keep up.

  Dianne’s muscles began to tense up and she tightened her grip on the back of Laura’s head, coming all over the girl’s face. Laura drank every last drop and was pleased to feel her cheeks glisten with Dianne’s pussy juices when her owner dismounted.

  “So,” she asked, licking her lips and looking up at Martin and Dianne, “What’s next?”

  Chapter 6

  Martin bent down and wrapped his large hand around her tiny throat, clenching it slightly.

  “That’s for us to know and you to find out, slut,” he said, “and you will not disrespect us by trying to ‘direct’. Do you understand?”

  He let go and she bowed her head and looked down at her lap, embarrassed by her forwardness.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, “I apologize. I won’t do it again.”

  “Get on all fours on your pillow, pet. I’m going to fuck you like the bitch that you are,” said Martin, unzipping his jeans.

  Dianne sat down and relaxed on the couch, preparing to watch her husband use their slave’s fuck holes for his and her entertainment. He stroked his cock and spit on her wet cunt, knowing that he would be inside her quickly and easily. He reached down and pinched her clit and she nearly jumped. She was able, though, to maintain her composure and present her master with whichever hole he desired form her and her undying obedience to his will. He teased her opening with the head of his dick, stroking himself on her and rubbing up against her clit. She shivered and closed her eyes, steadying herself on the pillow, and waited to get fucked. To her pleasure, Martin slid himself inside her and began to thrust at a mind-numbingly slow pace. It was agony and ecstasy to her all at once and all she could do was sit there and take it. He grabbed her hips and sped up his pace, taking her from behind in an animalistic fashion.

  He bent down and bit her shoulder and, growling in her ear, whispered to her, “Do you know why I’m fucking you like this? Because you’re a whore. And this is what whores deserve.”

  “Mmmmm,” Laura said, enjoying the feeling of his tight grip around her waist, “I’m your whore, sir. I’m your - mmmm - whore.”

  “That’s right girl,” said Dianne from the couch. She was lying there taking in the arousing sight before her and touching herself.

  “Do you want me to cum inside you?” Martin asked as he violently thrust himself into Laura.

  “Please - please come inside this whore!” she cried.

  He slapped her ass and pulled out. Laura almost cried at the loss.

  “Turn around,” he said, “and suck this cock clean, you filthy slut.”

  Laura turned around and looked at Martin with sorrow in her eyes.

  “You haven’t earned the pleasure of my cum inside you yet,” he scolded, slapping her face with his cock so that she could smell herself on him.

  She was thankful that she would at least get to taste herself and pleasure her master at the same time. He stood up in front of her and she sat up on her knees, sucking him gently but dutifully. The taste of her juices mixed with the precum dribbling from his head was intoxicating and she thought she might get a head rush from the combination alone. She licked the underside of his shaft up to his head and sucked up the salty precum like it was her last meal on earth. Martin felt his orgasm drawing near and grabbed the back of his slaves head, slamming his cock down her throat over and over until she choked on it. He pulled out and grabbed her by the chin with one hand and stroked his dick in the other.

  “Now, you’re going to do something very special for me, slut. I’m going to come on the nice hardwood floor...and you’re going to clean it up. Do you understand?” he said.

  She blushed at the humiliating thought and her pussy got even wetter as the reality of the scenario set in.

  “Yes, sir,” she said, while he stroked his cock roughly.

  She sat on her knees and watched her master get himself off. He came hard, one spurt landing on her breasts, and another on the floor in front of her. He grabbed her head and shoved his cock back in her mouth so she could catch the last few drops of his ejaculate. He redid his pants and stood above her. She bent her head down and licked the thick, white cream, from the floor that she’d been instructed to sweep up the night before. She smiled as she licked the floor beneath her owners and Martin put his foot on top of her head just slightly enough for her to feel the weight of him on top of her.

  “Good girl,” he said.

  “I think our little slut is doing quite the job,” said Dianne, resting her head on Martin’s shoulder and watching their girl clean the floor with her tongue.

  This time, Laura resisted the urge to ask what was next on the training “agenda”. When she finished with the floor, she sat up and smiled at her owners, waiting to hear what they wanted to say.

  “You’ve been such a good girl,” Dianne began, “that I think you’ve earned yourself an orgasm.

  Laura was delighted to hear this, but the evil smile playing on Martin’s face let her know that her pleasure would be coming at a price. He got up and walked over to the toy chest, pulling from it a blindfold, a ball gag, and a set of ankle and wrist cuffs. He walked over to Laura and began to outfit her with the accessories. She was practically gushing at the feeling of being gagged and bound and made no fuss, allowing Martin to easily dress up his plaything. He walked back over to the chest and grabbed a chain leash and a bundle of vario
us rope. He attached the chain to her collar and tugged on it. Blind to the world, she had to follow him slowly as he led her, trusting him completely not to harm her. She crawled behind him with her head down, feeling the floor beneath her and trying to listen for clues as to where they were going. Martin stopped at the stairwell and detached her leash. He secured her wrists to the bottom post of the staircase with the rope and then called over to Dianne.

  “Forgot the spreader bar, love. Would you be a dear and grab it for me? Oh- and the vibe...you know which one.” he asked.

  Dianne got up and went to the toy chest, rummaged through it, and found the spreader bar and vibe. She brought it over to Martin and leaned in to give her now drooling slave a small kiss on the cheek.

  “Good little whore,” she said, affectionately.

  The pair secured her legs so that they were spread wide and Martin turned the vibe on low. He moved it along her thigh and up between her legs until it was just barely touching the hot wetness radiating from her. She groaned from behind her ball gag and tried not to squirm around too much, which was virtually impossible anyway given her current predicament.

  “So, my little cumslut, you’ve had quite a morning haven’t you?” said Martin, turning the vibe up little by little.

  She nodded and tried to speak from behind her gag, producing a chuckle from her owners who were having almost too much fun torturing the poor, willing girl. Dianne reached over and scratched Laura’s inner thighs, making her shudder and moan. Laura wished she could spit the gag out, but figured that the sight of her drooling all over herself was probably all too amusing to ignore. Dianne tickled the bottoms of her feet and she stifled a little giggle.

  “Are you a good girl?” asked Martin, “Do you think you deserve to cum?”

  She nodded her head rapidly, the vibrations between her legs getting almost too much to bear.

  “Well, then. Cum for us,” ordered Martin, “RIGHT. NOW!”

  With that he turned the vibrator up to full blast and she writhed and ground her body against it. She felt nearly out of control with pleasure as the orgasm overtook her. She flooded the head of the vibe and made a small puddle beneath her bottom. She figured already that she’d have to clean up the mess she’d made but knew that it was all undeniably worth it.

  “Good girl,” said Martin, turning off the vibe and removing her gag and blindfold.

  “We are very proud of you,” assured Dianne, touching Laura’s flushed cheek.

  “If all goes well tomorrow, I think somebody is going to earn herself a trip to the dungeon,” said Martin with a sly wink.

  Laura’s eyes lit up and she glowed with pride. She couldn’t wait to find out what was next.

  Training Laura Part II

  Chapter 1

  “If you’re a good slut, we’re gonna take you down to Club Pain and fuck you for any and every one to see. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  These words echoed in Laura’s mind as she stirred in her bed on the floor of Martin and Dianne’s room. She had passed through her training the weekend prior with flying colors and was to be rewarded with a special treat that night. It was a fantasy that she found herself coming back to time and time again and it was something that she was thrilled to know would soon be fulfilled. She listened to the sounds of Martin and Dianne snoring away and, loud though it was, the sound of her Master and Mistress’ peaceful resting was music to her ears.

  Laura thought about what she had been through over the past number of days. Her training had been successfully completed last weekend, but she still made sure to diligently perform her duties as house slave during the week leading up to her big night. She cooked, cleaned, did laundry and tended to the every need of Martin and Dianne. She was proud of herself for her exceptional talents both in and out of the bedroom and glowed with pride every time Martin or Dianne would compliment her on either. She wanted to go about her day like everything was perfectly normal, but there was no doubt that she was yearning for night to fall as soon as was possible so that she could finally be used properly in front of an audience.

  She heard the couple stir in their bed and decided that it would be best if she could keep her excitement curbed as best as she could so as not to seem too eager. That said, she briefly contemplated kneeling at the edge of their bed and offering herself up to them as a morning snack but decided against it, realizing that it would have been much too forward for a slave such as herself.

  Meanwhile, Martin and Dianne were dreaming away about all of the ways in which they would be using their slave later that night. They had discussed boundaries and limitations with Laura and it was clear that nearly everything was on the table in terms of what would be done to her. She was willing, ready, and ever-so-wet just thinking about what her owners wanted to do with her. Dianne favored the idea of anal training while Martin was interested in allowing others in the dungeon to use her – under his watchful eye, of course. The pair were equally as excited as Laura and, unbeknownst to her, barely able to contain their joy in anticipation of the evenings activities.

  They awoke, strolled over to Laura’s bed and nudged her from her reverie.

  “Today’s the day, slave. Are you ready?” asked Dianne.

  “More than you know, ma’am,” Laura replied.

  Martin bent down and grabbed her collar, looking her dead in the eye.

  “You will behave yourself for us and be properly prepared for use. Is that understood?” he asked Laura, whose smile could not be wider if she tried.

  “Yes, Sir,” Laura said, “I will be a good slut for you and ma’am. I promise.”

  The two looked down at their property with loving smiles on their faces. These smiles only partially hid the devious intent that lay within each of them. They were prepared to give Laura a night that she would not soon forget.

  Laura stretched and crawled out of her bed, kissing the feet of both Martin and Dianne and then looking up at them, wondering just what they were thinking. The agony of anticipation did not deter her good mood, but simply made it all the better as she knew that they would never let her down.

  “I think it’s time for some breakfast, girl,” said Martin, with a snap of his fingers.

  Pulled from her distracting thoughts, Laura nodded and went off to the kitchen to prepare the perfect meal.

  “I think she’s ready, darling,” said Dianne to Martin.

  “Absolutely,” he replied, “She has served us well and will only continue to do so as long as we nurture her servitude and treat her as she deserves.”

  The smell of breakfast filled the air as they ambled downstairs to greet their faithful slave.

  Chapter 2

  On the menu that morning was an order of massive stacks of cinnamon sugar pancakes and cream cheese-stuffed French toast. Laura thought back to a time when she had diligently trained for a local marathon and how she would “carb-load” prior to her runs. She figured that the day and evening ahead of her would be something of a marathon for all members of the house and, as such, she had decided to whip up the delicious meal that awaited Martin and Dianne. The added sweetness was just for pleasure, though. She set down a bowl of crème fraise next to the French toast and closed her eyes, wishing she could just cover everything with sprinkles and powdered sugar. She could not have felt more excitement than the proverbial “kid in a candy store” and anticipated an adrenaline rush that might just rival the sugar rush she had set up for herself and her family. It was all she could do to attempt to contain herself as she wished she could run around the house and scream to the heavens of her love and obedience and intended use.

  “This looks wonderful,” said Dianne, sitting down at the table.

  She stirred the spoon around in the bowl of whipped cream and looked down at Laura, who sat in a cross-legged pose in the corner, eagerly awaiting the approval of her master and
mistress. Laura watched as Dianne tenderly placed dollops of cream onto her plate of battered breads and imagined the sensation that she might feel were that cream to be placed somewhere on her body and then licked off. Luckily, Laura caught herself before she began to pinch her nipples and get too lost in fantasy.

  The pair ate breakfast as their slave watched and licked her lips. She was keen on trying the cinnamon pancakes she had so lovingly crafted on the griddle – a new recipe that she was saving for a special occasion. She had even made an effort to make a little swirl pattern on each individual flapjack just for the sake of aesthetics. This may have been something overlooked by her owners (it wasn’t) but Laura knew in her heart that her devotion shined through her each day like an everlasting light.

  Martin raised a hand and summoned her over to his side of the table. On her hands and knees, she crawled to him, and bowed her head at his feet. He cut a small bite of pancake with his knife and fork, dropped it into his open hand and held out his palm before her face. Laura smiled and ate like a baby animal. She appreciated the gentleness of this act, especially knowing that said softness was soon to be replaced by loving and firm hands of sadistic pleasure. Martin continued to hand feed his slave small bites of pancake until he was satisfied that she had had enough. When the three finished their meals, Laura cleared the table and trotted off to the kitchen to clean up. Martin and Dianne adjourned to their bedroom to tidy the bed – something that Laura would ordinarily do, but something from which the two had decided to give her a rare reprieve for that day only.

  In the kitchen, Laura hummed to herself and scrubbed each dish with a sense of pride and gratitude. She felt like Cinderella, about to attend her first ball. She giggled to herself, remembering that Cinderella’s story had ended with a pumpkin carriage and a missing shoe, while hers would involve something more along the lines of missing clothes and anal hooks. She bobbed her head to the beat she was creating with her body and “tra-la-la-ed” around the kitchen, washing and drying, until everything was done and put back in its proper place. The day was just beginning, but night would come soon and, finally, all of her hard work and slut training would be put to delicious use.