Alyssa's Training
Leandra J. Piper
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Copyright 2012 by Leandra J. Piper
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When the lights came on, harsh and bright, Alyssa took that as her cue to repeat her name to herself, silently. Once, then twice, then three times. She let her lips form the shape of the word, to help it fix in her memory. It was her act of rebellion. Whatever else they named her today, she would at least have her real name locked away in her heart still. By the time she repeated it the last time, it was hard to hold onto the thought, though. It wasn't for lack of trying, but she was awfully tired. She had tried to use the dark hours to sleep, as was expected of her, but the position she was kennelled in made it hard to get more than a few minutes of rest. Her wrists were cuffed to the bars of the cage, which was awkward-feeling enough. That was far from her only binding; a metal hook had been pressed deeply into her asshole, the curve of it nestling right between her cheeks. A chain ran up her spine, tying the hook to a ring on the back of the thick leather collar she'd been given. The chain was short enough that she had to hold her back in a tight arch, ass thrust into the air, with her neck pulled up. The only way to make the position not require constant strain was to lean forward, pressing her chest against the bottom of the cage. That only made her need to lift her ass higher to keep the chain slack.
She might have been able to sleep once she got used to that, but needing to hold her ass up and her chest pressed to the ground meant the chain connecting her nipple and clit rings was taut, so any time she shifted, the chain tugged at her clit ring, making her gasp. Not for the first time, she wished she were free of the chastity belt that kept her pussy pure for her future owner. The closest thing to relief she could get was to lift her foot just a bit, and grind her pussy against her heel.
But for as wet as she felt, she just couldn't get around the chastity belt, and the rubbing of her heel and tugging of the chain just made for a cruel tease. Her body was taut with desire, and her mind so tired that she could hardly focus on anything else. She had spent all night licking her lips reflexively; by now she was just about drooling at the thought of even being near a man at all. One would come to collect her soon, but she had no idea when. So, she tried to cudgel her mind into wakefulness, to try not to look at herself in the mirrors that surrounded her cage. The sight of her bare, bound body was too much for her slutty thoughts to take.
Alyssa was trying to get some relief by rubbing her breasts against the bottom of the cage when she heard footsteps approaching her. She kept her head still, in the position that the chain mandated, and lifted her ass up a little higher. She actually found herself looking forward to the training session, for the chance to get out of this cramped position, to maybe have the chance to get closer to a man. Not that she would get anything more out of whoever was sent to move her.
A shadow came over her as a man approached and unlocked the top of the cage. Alyssa did her best to hold still, keeping the tight arch to her back. The man reached over her, stroking her pussy through the chastity belt and making her gasp. Her whole body pushed toward the hand, trying to get as much pleasure as she could out of that brief touch. His hand withdrew far too soon, leaving her body trembling with frustrated desire. The man turned her head to the side a bit, clipping a paper tag to her earring. She knew it had her new name on it, but she wouldn't find out what it was until the training session started.
After that, he unclipped the chain from her neck. Despite the sudden relief of pressure, she held position, though she gasped when he slid the hook out of her ass. The sudden emptiness made her feel all hollow inside, and her back end squirmed. She felt achingly stretched out, and goosebumps began to rise over her body as he unchained her wrists, leaving the cuffs in place. The man leaned over to put the equipment away as she remained perfectly still. When he reached back to her, he clipped a long leash to the front of her collar, and bound a blindfold tightly over her eyes. Once the world was completely dark, she felt his arm curl around her waist and lift her up. Just a moment later, she was set down on the ground, and felt a firm tug on the leash.
Alyssa knew what to do. She started crawling at that prompting, following it as closely as she could. Her tongue rubbed over her lips reflexively, but she found herself hoping she didn't get led into a wall. The blindfold was so snugly fitted she couldn't see below it at all, so she needed to rely on which direction her leash was pulled from. So she did her best to follow promptly and eagerly, to make sure the man leading her was well-pleased by her efforts. It was better to focus on that than on how much her knees hurt, crawling across the cold floor. What she couldn't pay attention to was the path they took. That much she knew was futile; no matter how she was taken, it was always impossible to tell which way they went. She got taken through enough twists and turns to disorient her, and her eyes were always shielded in some way or other.
When she was led to a halt, the man gave Alyssa's ass a firm swat, and she rose to sit on the back of her heels, like a begging dog. By the time her blindfold was off, the man who had brought her here was already gone behind her, out of sight. So, she looked around the room instead and felt her nipples stiffen and cheeks grow hot. As usual, the walls were hung with posters showing correct behaviour. Less interestingly, a table sat to one side, holding a number of different tools for training. Alyssa paid it no real mind, and instead took in the imagery that had been chosen for her today. A nude woman knelt before a man reclining in a chair, using her as a footrest. Her long, blonde hair hung against the floor, and her head hung subserviently. Her knees were slid apart, and Alyssa could easily see her bare pussy, lips glistening wet and parted, ready for any man to claim.
Another showed a woman kneeling beneath a man, leaning her head up with her tongue extended, just a hair's breadth away from his thick cock. Her face was eager, a wide smile at the opportunity to serve on her lips. The man was paying her no attention; he stood apparently engaged in conversation with someone else, not shown. On the other side of the room was a poster showing a breathtakingly beautiful young woman, her large breasts wholly exposed, nipples thoroughly erect. She was laid out on her back, with her wrists cuffed to her ankles, and her knees parted widely. Her luscious pink pussy was stretched out and open, and droplets of cum were trailing down her wet lips. The head of a plug protruded from her ass, catching the light. Her whole expression was rapt with joy. Alyssa briefly wished she was in her place, her pussy ached so much with need. She tried to rub her legs together, but the chastity belt ensured that it didn't help in the least.
Best if she sat at attention, regardless. She had to be attentive, when the lesson began. She didn't know when she was to be sold, but she was sure it would be soon. If she showed herself as being well-trained, the better of a master she would get. Only someone cruel would want someone badly-trained. Her tongue touched her lips as she thought of what would happen when she was finally bought, when the chastity belt was finally taken away and her virginity claimed.
It seemed like she was waiting forever. She glanced from side to side, looking at the door to the room. There was no sign of anyone coming for her. Her hands were free... Surely it wouldn't hurt to touch herself just a little, wouldn't it? Her clit was stiff and aching from the way the chains had been tugging, it couldn't take very long at all for her to make herself come. She touched her tongue to her lips, and snuck a hand between her legs. Cheeks bright, she felt around the edges of the
chastity belt, squirming a bit at just how wet she was getting. She tried to worm a finger underneath, but the belt was too snug. No, it would have to be her clit, the only thing at all exposed down there.
Alyssa bit her lip as she carefully brushed her finger around the edges of the piercing, her whole body squirming as she felt where the ring went right through her hood. She slid the ring back and forth a little, breathing harder just from that. She didn't have much time at all, but she didn't think she'd much need it. She gave her clit a pinch with forefinger and thumb, just below the piercing, and slid her middle finger to brush just beneath the hood. Her shoulders trembled with the pleasure of it, and her teeth parted, releasing her lower lip. Alyssa let her tongue dance forward, wetting her lips just a little as she gently squeezed at her clit. She was so deprived, it felt desperately good. She'd come with hardly any effort at all, she could feel it.
"Oh, god, yes," she breathed, inching her hips forward, pressing them more against her teasing fingers. Her whole body was responding to the feeling she was prompting by touching just that one, tiny spot. Wetness was spreading up from her covered pussy to where she was working, making her fingers slip a little in their stroking. She moved her hand a bit so she could pinch a bit better, trying to keep her fingers steady against her slippery, engorged button. A faint moan escaped her lips, though she tried to hush herself as soon as she realized she was making it. Her thumb stroked up the back of her clit now, and she was amazed just by how hard it felt, even though the skin was still so velvety-smooth.
Her whole body was afire with ecstasy, every nerve singing with the pleasure she was stealing for herself. Alyssa was just about to push herself over the edge, when a crack rang through the air, and a swift lash of pain rang out across her back. Her hand jumped away from between her legs, and she cried out sharply, back trying to arch away from the powerful sting. A second whip-crack sounded, and another streak of pain blossomed out, crossing the first. Tears rose at the corners of her eyes, as she gasped for air. "Filthy, selfish slut," growled a man's voice behind her, and he whipped her again, making her back pull into another sudden arch. "I leave you alone for five minutes, and you can't keep your hands off yourself?"
Alyssa sagged forward a bit, body tensing as she awaited the next lash. "I'm sorry," she gasped, her chest heaving, tugging the chain to her clit just a tiny bit. "I'm sorry, sir. I, I didn't think it would hurt anything." She set her hands before her knees on the cold floor, and panted for air. The expected whipping came again, making her back feel all on fire. She cried out again, her shoulders twitching. Somehow, despite herself, she still felt as wet as before. Her hips squirmed a little, and she blushed harder. She could feel the man's disapproving gaze on her back.
Now that he was trying to be heard, the trainer's boots rang out against the floor as he walked around in front of her. "A cunt does not think," he growled, deftly cracking the whip to land across the tops of her breasts. She cried out, jerking backward. "Especially not a worthless cunt who steals from her masters. Pleasure is a gift from your owner. I see you can't be trusted at all." Alyssa started to shake her head, but stopped before she'd be caught contradicting the man. He still caught sight of it, and whipped her across the breasts again, the whip landing just above her nipples. Her eyes watered more, crying out again.
It still felt so good. Who knew that she was such a pain-slut? Her whole body trembled at the heady mixture of pain and ecstasy. She parted her lips, and dared to whisper, "Please, sir. Please forgive me. I meant no disrespect. I'm just too slutty to manage myself without a man to watch me. Please allow me to make amends, sir." Alyssa bowed her head, panting as she felt her skin burn where it had been welted by the trainer's whip. Her shoulders hunched forward a bit as she did her best to make herself look small and properly submissive. Her striped back only hurt more as she moved that way, but she had earned that pain by being so wilful.
The long silence before he responded was agonizing. Alyssa's tongue pressed to her teeth as she waited, still breathing heavily. The trainer finally cracked his whip at the ground just before his foot, then slid it forward. "Beg for forgiveness properly, cunt. I may not forgive you, but if you show you know how to behave properly, I may punish you less." Alyssa knew what he wanted, and she slowly crawled forward, gasping at how much it hurt to move like that. She lowered her head, pressing her lips to the polished toe of her trainer's boot, kissing it slowly. She started licking it once she finished the kiss, sliding her tongue over the smooth leather. Above, she felt him leaning away, as if he was reaching for something.
She knew not to pay undue attention, though, and redoubled her efforts, sliding her tongue over the long, smooth curves of the boots. Above her head, she heard a sound like the flicking of a lighter. She didn't know what he could be lighting, though her body quivered at all of the possibilities. She took a breath, and licked around the sole of the boot. He didn't lift his foot for her to get the bottom, so she confined herself to the edges and getting the chill, stony taste of floor as well as the by far less pleasant taste of the sole. Her shoulders trembled against the floor; she had to press right down against it in order to reach.
Something burningly hot splashed against her back, right atop one of her whip-welts. Alyssa made a gasp of surprised pain, and glanced up surreptitiously. The trainer was holding a lit candle between his fingers, turning it just so to get a pool of liquid wax. Alyssa shivered, then lowered her head once more, slicking her tongue wetly over the back of the boot, pressing her lips to it in desperate kisses. Her trainer shifted his weight just so, lifting his other foot and using it to press Alyssa's head down against the floor. Held like that, she focused her efforts back on the sole of the boot, slurping at it wetly. More wax landed against her back, making her whole body squirm.
She made a sound halfway between a whimper and a moan against his boot, and her fingers curled up reflexively. She panted against the ground, as he slowly spattered wax over her back, lining her aching welts with the burning hot run-off from the candle. She pressed a pleading kiss to the side of his boot, obediently pressing her head down against the ground. He hardly needed his foot on her head at all. She wanted so badly to be good for him, to show him that she really could be a properly-trained cunt.
A tiny part of her, maybe the part of her that made her chant her old name to herself every day, cried out a bit at how eager she was to please. She had been a woman once, going to college, and with a full, independent life ahead of herself. She had once been something more than just the sum of how well her holes could be used for fucking. Her old boyfriend, she couldn't even remember his name anymore, had sold her into this. She shouldn't be wanting to please these people so badly.
But the bulk of her leaped to chastise that traitor part of her mind. She had been a woman once, and there was no greater crime for a cunt to have such foolish pretensions. She had no business being independent of anyone; it was the role of any female to be ruled by men. Her holes were their rightful due, for their natural superiority. And if he had sold her, well, hadn't it been her own fault? She had been proof entire of what was wrong with being a woman. She had denied him his right to have her serve him. She'd refused to let him fuck her, like it was at all a thing for her to be trusted to control. If anything, she should be thanking him, if ever she saw him again. She had been afforded a valuable opportunity, to go back on her old ways and be properly trained in her place in the world.
Alyssa wholly deserved her punishment, she acknowledged, as she endlessly licked the spots next to her mouth and cried out with pain at each successive drop of wax on her skin. She was the worst of sluts, getting her hands all over herself when she knew her trainer would be coming any minute. How could she have been so arrogant as to pretend she'd manage to evade notice? Of course she would be caught trying to touch herself. And now they knew what a shameless little bitch she was, she would only end up wasting a man's time, since she needed to be watched for proper behaviour.
The wax had sto
pped dripping, she realized dimly. The foot lifted from her head shortly after, and the trainer ordered, "Up, cunt." Alyssa made a strangled noise in the back of her throat, then sat up sharply, resting on her heels, with her eyes firmly on the ground. Her knees were parted like a proper cunt's should be, revealing the chastity belt she needed to keep from defiling herself. "Tell me a cunt's place in the world, you filthy whore," he barked, slapping her face sharply with his open palm. Her eyes went wide at the sharp feeling and she squirmed, trying to get her head swiftly back into position.
"Yes, sir," she whispered meekly. "A cunt is the highest aspiration for an adult female. Cunts are not mentally fit to rule themselves, and if left to their own devices, they only interfere with the wishes of men with their incessant demands. They need men to rule them. A cunt is rightfully the property of a man, and her pussy, her ass, her mouth, all of her holes are his to take whenever the man who owns her pleases, however it pleases him. A cunt is the opposite of a woman, which is a foul, selfish creature." She wet her lips, pausing for breath. Alyssa said faintly, "I was a woman once. I was too foolish to know how I abused the men around me, by being disobedient, by withholding the use of my holes from them. I want nothing more than to be able to serve my owner, to have him claim my virgin pussy as his own. When that happens... I'll be a proper cunt in body too, not just in my heart."
Her trainer made a low grunt, and said, "It would be easier to believe it if your actions didn't constantly show how untrustworthy you are. But, I'll allow you this chance to show how eager you are to please. Higher on your knees." He set the candle aside on the table, then lowered his hands to his pants. When he unzipped them and slid his cock out, Alyssa couldn't help but gasp. She still wasn't very used to the sight of a cock, and this man's was awfully thick, and hard. She needed no more prompting. She lifted higher on her knees, and leaned her head up beneath the cock she so desperately wanted. Her tongue reached up, tasting the underside of the engorged member, and just that tiny contact was enough to serve as a relief for her. But that taste was just an indulgence. She leaned her head closer to the trainer's trousers, so she could give his balls the attention they warranted first, before she rushed to pleasure only his cock.
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