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This development has Peter hesitating at first. But the fierce glare she is giving him is scary. He also thinks that she is about to scold him again. This makes him promptly open his mouth. " There you go, what a good boy you are," she rewards him while simultaneously sticking the butt plug in his mouth. "Alright, bite down on it and start sucking it like an infant pacifier," she directs him.

Having the butt plug in his mouth is having a duo effect on Peter.  On the one hand, he is repulsed by the thought of sucking on the thing. He knows that Mistress Julie would have cleaned the toy, but Peter could not shake the image of the butt plug being in some other guys' asses. On the other hand, Peter is so excited to finally have a session with Mistress Julie, that he would do anything she asks of him.

So, as Peter tries to get his taste buds to like the taste of the rubber, Mistress continues talking, "see that wasn't all that bad was it, slave"? Peter shakes his head back and forth as he mumbles pass the mouth-filling butt plug, "whoa...miss...twist". Mistress Julie has to laugh at his attempt to speak with his mouth full.

"Now while you get that plug ready for me, slave. I'll just start preparing you for what you came to see me for in the first place," Mistress Julie say as she playfully traces circles around both nipples with her fingertips. "Now, be a good boy for Mistress, and give me a wrist please".

Obediently Peter presents his right arm to Mistress Julie. She has stepped back from teasing his nipples and is now waiting patiently with a wrist cuff in her hands. Now that her slave has given her the wrist that she had demanded, she slides the leather cuff over his arm and gently fastening the chrome buckle. 

The soft snip of the small brass padlock clasping is Peters' indication that she is done with this arm. So trying to earn brownie point with Mistress Julie, he presents his other arm before she requested it. 

His selfless gesture did not go on observed. In fact, Mistress Julie is pleased by it. His simple action is the first sign that her newbie is accepting his role in their dynamic. So, Mistress Julie meticulously locks Peter other wrist and ankles in their cuffs, with each buckling ending with the reassuring sound of locks snips. 

While Mistress Julie is in her squat applying his ankle cuffs he has to smirk, even though his mouth is still full with the butt plug in it. He realizes that she is at his feet. " Wipe that stupid grin off your face, slave," Mistress Julie demands after seeing it when she looked up to check on him. "You might be enjoying your view my pet, but let's not forget who's in charge and who has the whip," she says with a giggle.

"Wes is-twist," he says as he attempts to say, yes mistress. The butt plug in his mouth making it difficult. Julie also finds his try at apologizing for it quite endearing too, "lime war-we miss-twist. ”Moments later Peter hears a snip, and not long afterward there is another snip as Julie secures the locks on the ankle cuffs. Luckily she had placed her cart close enough that she did not have to stand to pull a bar from it. Just a slight stretch and she had the thing in hand. "Do you know what this is, Slave," she asks Peter holding out the 30" bar for him to see.

Peter looks at the shiny chrome bar, that has two short lengths of chain attached to either end. He shakes his head no to indicate that he did not. "No matter she declares as she goes down on one knee in front of him. She put her hands between his legs and starts slapping the inner calves, while she explains the purpose of the shiny bar.

"This little thing is a spreader bar," she says, "this will just help ensure that I have unrestricted access to that beautiful cock of yours. I just love to decorate my slaves by hanging things from their balls too. All I have to do is snap these two little clips onto your ankle cuffs, (clip...clip) and voilà."

Peter shuffled back and forth on his feet adjusting to a more comfortable stance, or he tried too. "Isn't that a lot better, slave. Now you don't have to worry about what to do with your legs. Plus I get a wonderful unrestricted spot to torture." Julie teases. "Why don't we take care of those hands too," she says picking up a remote control and press a button. (click)

(Whizzzz) Peter hears an electric motor click on. He looks above his head to see another spreader bar lowering from the ceiling. The whining notice came from the electric winch it is attached to. Julie allows the bar to lower until it is just above Peters’ head. "There we go, slave," she tells him, "all I need now is to connect your hands to it," she says as she gently raises one arm above his head.

(Snip) Peter hears as the first clip is connected into place. Then once again, Julie repeats the process by gently taking his other arm until he hears that now familiar sound. (Snip)

"Awe! There we go," comments Julie, as she checks over her handy work, before pressing the button on the remote. Peter hears the click of the remote and the whine of the winch as it starts pulling his arms up and above his head. Peter looks up and sees his hands being pulled higher and higher.

The winch's motor didn't stop it's humming until Julie put her slave up on his tiptoes. "There you go," she said, "you're all ready for me to play with."  Julie picks up a bottle of lube as she moves around to Peter's backside. "Do you want to get that thing out of your mouth," she asks him.

Peter tries to get himself use to his new stretched predicament, he shifts his weight back and forth from one foot to the other trying to get comfortable, but not having much luck. Mistress Julie put him on his toes for a reason, and comfort wasn't it. Peter finally gave into his position and stood there. So being a good slave for his Mistress, he replies to her question, "west miss twist."

Grabbing the base of the butt plug in Peter's mouth, Julie gently pulls on it. As she does she response to Peter, "Good boy, now open wide." (POP). As soon as Peter relaxes his jaw, Julie pulls the plug out of his mouth causing that popping notice. "Oh wow slave," Julie complements before continuing. "You did a great job getting this slicked up for me. I will just add a little more lube, then we will be ready to insert it. Oh, slave, we're going to have so much fun."

Having a plug in his ass is not what Peter would call fun. Stopping it from happening is not an option. When he got her Julie had him answer a questionnaire. It was a list of fetishes that he had to agree to or not. For anal he had marked yes to it. But now that it was about to really happen. Peter became more nervous. His heart started to race, he began sweating, and a lump developed in his throat. He even clenches his butt cheek as hard as he can.

Julie picks up on his body clues and she laughs (ha! ha! ha!) before starting to speak, “My, my slave, your nervousness is so darn cute. But this is going to happen." She says banishing her trusted butt plug before her like a sword. "Do you understand me, slave?"  Page 03: (Press Here) Page 01: [Press Here]

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"Yes Mistress," he replies as he fumbles with the buttons on his shirt. You see the first order Mistress Julie gave Peter after their initial meeting was to remove his clothing. As for Peter, this is his first session with Mistress Julie. 

He has never done anything like this before. Now in his early forties, the closest he ever came to being tied up was while playing cowboys and Indians, or cops and robbers when he was a kid. Now, he sees a variety of devices of which he could soon be tied to. "Come now Peter it doesn't pay to be bashful. Every one of my slaves were naked when they serve me." Mistress Julie says. "Now I rarely repeat myself slave, but since it's your first time, I'll go easy on you. So, one more time Peter, STRIP!"

Mistress Julie is thirty-seven. She has beautiful long black hair, but when in session she wears it done up in a French braid. She only puts her hair down for slaves that she had transitioned into personal 24\7 collared slaves, but that is a whole other story. For today session Mistress Julie is dressed in her black full-body latex suit, corset, and thigh-high boots. She doesn't always dress in black, but the one common factor is that her sculptured body is covered from neck to toe. Her philosophy is simple. Only collared slaves have earned the right to see her bare skin. Plus her outfits makes her feel more powerful, and when she combines it's on her 5'11 frame to tower over her naked kneeling slaves. From their point of view, a slave looking up would see her as menacing. 

Mistress Julie is now into her 10th year of training sub's, and today is one of her favorite types of sessions. Mistress Julie has come to love a newcomer’s first time. She finds their apprehension so intoxicating. The nervousness a new sub experience, when they're first ordered to strip. She find it so darn adorable to watch. There are times Mistress Julie finds it hard to stay in character as a sub stands there naked, awkwardly trying to cover their naughty bits after exposing themselves for their first time. Peter is no exception.

After he had removed the last article of clothing and had placed it the cabinet as instructed. Peter sheepishly turned to face Mistress Julie. Like so many newcomers before him, Peter stood there not knowing what to do next, with his knees pressed together, and his two hands cupped over his cock and balls trying to hide them.

"Come over here, slave." Mistress Julie beckons him with her index finger. She also stifles a laugh as she watches Peter shuffle towards her still with his knees pressed together, and his hands trying to hide his penis. Mistress Julie points to a spot on the floor where she wants him to stand and says. "You might as well show me your goods slave. In a few minutes I will be tying you up, then you will be wide open for my inspection." She taunts him with a giggle.

Seeing the futility of trying to be modest. Peter drops his hands to his sides and takes up position on the spot that Mistress Julie had pointed to. She smiles and nods her head yes and say, "isn't that better slave? You will find that you're going to have more fun. Now take a deep breath slave, and we'll get started."

Peter flares his nostrils, and his chest heaves as his lungs filled with air. "That's right slave fill those lungs with air. It makes you feel better doesn't it?" Mistress Julie asks him. Peter smiles and shakes his head yes. Mistress Julie stares directly into Peter's eyes with her penetrating gaze and says, "I asked you a question slave, I expect an answer when I ask you something."

Peter expels the air in his lungs, and promptly replies, "Yes," with a small smile hoping he is doing the right thing. Whack, Whack Mistress Julie applied two stern open hand slaps across Peter's face. "Slave! I just finished going over the rules with you, and you said that you understood them. Now let's try it again, shall we? How is a slave supposed to respond when asked something?" Mistress Julie asks, quizzing her darling new sub. 

Oh, how she is having so much fun with her naive newbie. Peter's heart races a little faster, he pauses to think. "What does she want me to say," he says to himself. "Why didn't I pay more attention while she was going over things when I got here?" he continues to ponder. "Because I was to busy thinking about how great this is going to be. I did it again, thinking with the wrong head again. Dam what am I supposed to say," is the thought racing through his head as he stares blankly at her.

Suddenly as switching on a light, life came back into his eyes, and he blurts out smiling, "Yes Mistress". " Much better slave. Now, remember that, because I do love to punish slaves for not addressing me properly," she tells him with authority. "Now wait here while I get some things." Peter starts to follow the rhythmic clicking of Mistress Julie's heels with his eyes, as she steps around him to get to the back of the room. 

"Eyes forward slave," she says as she slaps his ass cheek firmly with her hand. Startled by the force of the slap, Peter immediately turns his head frontward and replies, "Yes, of course, Mistress".
"Hmmmmm!" Mistress Julie hums while raising an eyebrow. "Should I punish him for speaking without permission?" Julie asks herself. "Well, of course, he will be punished for it," she concludes. Peter stands there motionless, naked and his hands at his sides. But despite his best efforts, he could not stop his cock from growing into a stiff erection. 

Julie had walked to the back of the room to retrieve her cart of goodies. Well more like a cabinet on wheels. It has a couple of drawers and two doors, it also had all sorts of stuff that's making Peters heart race hanging off of its three sides. "Do you like my toy box," she asked like a kid bringing a new friend home for the first time, and being excited to show off her things. 

Julie opens one of the drawers once she placed a cabinet where she wants it. She reaches in and removes four leather cuffs with shiny chrome buckles, she sets it on the top of the cart. After reaching in the drawer once more, she clutches a second item and places it next to the first one on the top of the cart. The item, a small box which contains four small padlocks, will accompany the cuffs she just took out. Julie returns to the drawer in search of something else to play with.  

Peter takes a moment to take stock of what is unfolding in front of him. Seeing the cuffs causes a feeling of excitement to race through his body. In that brief moment the reality that all of his fantasies are about to come true.

Seeing the content look on Peter's face, Julie compliments him on being such a good and patient slave. She then places a set of clover clamps with a cute little chain attaching them together, next to the other items. A pink ball gag and a silk blindfold are quickly added to the growing stockpile. Follow by what Peter knew as a flogger from the websites he has visited over the years.

Following this menagerie of treats, Mistress Julie produces an item that makes Peter exclaim, "Fuck! Me." Julie turns quickly to face Peter, "What did you just say," she questions him? "I do not tolerate such language from my slaves. I'm going to punish you for that rudeness once I have you tied up." As Julie, waits for Peter's reply, she sets down the thing that caused the outburst. "I take it you never had a butt plug in your ass, before seeing me today?" she inquires.

Shaking his head no, Peter replies with, "Oh, I didn't know. I'm so sorry Mistress. I promise not to swear again. Sorry," and he follows with, "No, Mistress, I never saw one in person before," he notes. "It surprises me to see just how big it is," he says, referencing the butt plug.

"What this little thing?" Julie asks as she takes a step in front of Peter. She toyingly starts tracing the tip of the plug on his bare chest. Starting first with tracing a path across the base of his neck. Following with a seductive trip down the center of Peter's chest, until she reaches his belly button. She teasing probe around the opening of his belly button a few times, before pushing the tip in the naval, causing Peter's eyes to grow wide. Her exploration end with the circling of each of his areole and finishing with a few devilish flicks of the nipple itself. 

All the while Julie is talking, "This is just for beginners. I have much larger ones for when your ass is trained. But for your first time, I will start with a little one". What she orders next shocks, Peter, "Now, open your mouth wide, so I can shove this in. I need you to get it lubed up for me."

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Serving Mistress Alice part 04 page 04

Master looks over the contract while he has me sucking his cock. I feel as though he is rewarding me as I pump his thick cock between my ruby red lips. He likes to hear me gulp, gag and choke when I have his cock in my mouth. He was surprised and pleased to find out that I have been spending hundreds of hours sucking my massive dildo alone in my room. He was so happy that he bought me a car after I took his whole cock in my mouth. I took the entire shaft, right to his balls that first time.

Since then I have improved. Master has created a game with his friends. He bets with anyone that is willing. He wagers $20 000 with any man who thinks he is more man than my mouth can handle. Master hasn't lost a bet yet. To help encourage me to get better, he gives me $2000 out of the winnings every time we win. As a little side game Master will give me another $500 if I make the guy cum in my mouth and swallow in less than two minutes. I am doing okay for myself. In the last six months, I've earned close to $9 000. But it is not easy though. I spend about three hours a day shoving bigger and longer dildos down my throat.

"Very good slut." Master Thomas says making me giggle. Well as close as a giggle as I can manage with his cock dancing on my voice box. and his balls slapping my chin.  "I am surprised and pleased that you managed to get Allan to sign this so quickly Alice," Master Thomas says holding up Allan's slave contract. I pull my mouth off his cock to say thank you. Only to have him push my head back down and ask slightly annoyed, "did I tell you to stop sucking slut"? I gabble out an inaudible no sir in between thrusting his cock into the back of my throat. Master Thomas then with a gentler voice says, "you know Alice, with Allan being our 24/7 slave, I will be expecting you here more often. He will be your responsibility to train. You might even have to consider moving in permanently to accomplish it".

"I am expecting you to train your slave to be a perfect toy," Master Thomas tells me. "You will teach him how to please either a man or a woman or both at the same time. You will show him my pet, how to use his mouth as expertly as you do. I want to make money betting on him giving deep throat blow jobs to my friends, just as you do for me, dear," he says to me as he continues his wish list. "He will need to be taught how to use his tongue to satisfy Mistress Scarlet and her girlfriend's too.  You know how much she enjoys a good tongue licking from her slaves, don't you pet?" he asks point blank.

"Oh yes, Master. She loves when I bury my tongue deep inside her," I silently reply to myself. I reflect on the many times I found myself on my knees with my face buried deep either into Mistress's pussy or her ass. The moans and squeals I would have her making, as I dance my tongue wickedly around her clit, or teasing lick the outer edges of her luscious asshole. Then there are the nights that Mistress Scarlet offers me to her girlfriend. A whole night of being passed around, wearing a blindfold, never knowing who's hole my tongue is filling.

So here I find myself on my knees in Master Thomas's study, while he is reading over slave Allan's contract as I sucked his luscious cock. I also have the feeling that he is happy with me. "Very good slut." He says, which makes me giggle like a silly school girl. "Now that Allan has agreed to be our 24/7 slave, I expect you to train him for me. You will take what I've taught you and use it to turn Allan into the perfect toy. By the time you're done, your slave will be able to give pleasure to a man or a woman or both at the same time.

"Next, as you know Mistress Scarlet wants a perfect puppy to play with, just like you are my perfect kitten". The thought of being Master Thomas's kitten has me meowing in my mind, and it also has me longing for the next time that I can become his perfect pet. "I can trust then Alice you will do everything possible to ensure that Mistress Scarlet gets a well-trained puppy to tease, right, " Master Thomas ask of me.

A toy male puppy for Mistress Scarlet to tease, edge and deny. No big deal, right?  Wrong I realize that just the five rules will be not enough. As soon as I get back to my slave. I must adjust the training to include some new trigger words to change Allan into a slave and a puppy. Oh, hell. I will through in some commands to have him become a sissy maid too. I have always wanted to dress a guy up as a French maid. Lord knows Master Thomas has had me go to countless friends’ places as a French maid. Why the hell not make my slave do the same. Next Page: [Press Here] First Page: [PRESS HERE]

Lt. Jill's interrogation part 4

Jill took a deep breath as  Mistress Thorne steps closer with the Hitachi Wand. By this time the soldier in her would prefer to take some solid punches, instead of her pleasure sensor pushing her closer to breaking, and betraying the rest of her unit.

One more quick breath as she clenches every muscle in her body as though it would protect her like a shield of armor. But Jill knew her attempt at deviant bravado would be short-lived.

"Oh come now my pet," Mistress Thorne toys with her detainee, even laughing at Jill for standing on her tiptoes and trying to recoil from her approach. "We have been through so much these past few days. There no need to be shy," Mistress points out with yet another veil smirk. 

Not wanting to waste anymore play time, Mistress Thorne switches on her toy and hears the satisfying buzz as it purrs to life. "Is there anything you would like to say to me Jill before we get started?" Mistress Thorpe asks her prisoner just to give her a chance of giving up some information. "No! Have it your way then," she says pressing the wand firmly onto Jill's pussy. Although Thorne didn't show it. She silently said, thank you, when Jill chose to fight on another day.

"Fuck me!" Jill cries out, as the merciless vibration attack her swollen and abused labia. To Jill, for the last day and a half, every time Mistress Thorne brings her to the brink just to steal the orgasm from her at the last possible moment. The next time feels more powerful and getting to the edge seems to be coming faster too. This morning this first go around feels like it went from the first touch, to ready to explode in the blink of an eye.

"NO! Oh please, no, please don't stop, " Jill cries and begs at the same time. She also thrust back and forth and in arcs hoping against hope that the motion would steal Mistress Thorne's thunder and let her orgasm. But no such luck would befall her. She knows that Mistress Thorne has only withdrawn the wand long enough for her to return from the brink of ecstasy. Only to return it to her clit and drive to her the edge again.

Knock, knock, knock on the door interrupts Jill's accent to the edge of blissfulness. "Oh good, " Mistress Thorne rejoices. "That will be my new toys arriving. You're proving to be a worthy adversary, Jill. So I took the liberty of getting us some new things to play with. I am certain that you will find these things divine. I know that I do, " Thorne points out teasingly to Jill. The feeling is not mutual with Jill though. Mistress Thorne opens the door and to Jill's horror, four delivery carts are pushed into the room.

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Whoa Boy Part 05 page 01

The walk after the cold but otherwise refreshing shower was nice. Jenifer had Baby Doll by his leash leading him to his room. This whole day has been one whirlwind after another, that Baby Doll couldn't wait for some food and a little rest. So, obediently he followed along with Jenifer. 

The path from where he was hosed down, meanders through a rose garden and through yet another doorway in a thick cedar hedge. Unlike the door that Lady Vicky used a key card on earlier. This one Jennifer had to enter a code into a keypad before hearing the lock mechanism disengage. "We can't be too careful, " Jenifer comments looking back over her perfect golden tan body from having to be naked all the time. "We can't risk having all you, pets, racing off on us now, can we, " she said giggling as she pushes the door open. "After you, " Jenifer waves Baby Doll through still holding the leash.

(Click, shhh! Clunk) can be heard from the door as it locks, when Jenifer pushes it close. "So, Sam what do you think of your new home, " she asks feeling confident that she would not get in trouble for using the nickname, which ironically, and unbeknownst to Jenifer and quite amusing to Baby Doll, is the fact that in actuality, his real name is Samuel. Jenifer knew all but one of the dommes were at the main house to eat supper, and the one on duty is in their comfortable air-conditioned offices. The only other climate-controlled areas were the bedrooms and the main house of course.

Sam, wasn't quite sure what to think of his new home. He's standing in yet another manicured courtyard surrounded by a thick cedar hedge that no naked person would dare try to escape through. The area has a resort look to it. Over to one side, a bar area can be seen with several outside tables to sit at. A refreshing huge in-ground pool sat just off to the side off the bar with reclining deck chairs around it. There is even a sign over a window that says (Ice Cream). On the other side of the courtyard sits this huge red building. It resembles a barn on the outside, but Sam presumes that there is more to the inside than hay bales and pitchforks.

"Follow me, pet. I'll show your room to you, " Jenifer beckons with a smile and a gentle tug on Sam's leash. The two walk across the courtyard toward a large open sliding door. There's a second smaller man door next to the larger one, with a sign above it stating "STABLES". Jenifer leads Sam through the large sliding door into the main corridor of the Dormitory for trainees. Peter was grateful for the coolness that is created by being out of the direct sunlight, and the gentle breeze blowing through the build, brought on by the second sliding door is open on the opposite side of the corridor.

For his part, Sam is surprised and relieved by what he sees in front of him. When he first saw the sign stating, Stables, he had imagined just that. A dinghy rundown area with smelly stalls with hay in them to sleep on. Not here, the place remains rustic looking with the use of stained boards and rod iron antiques. Otherwise, the place looks modern and comfortable with big leather chairs and sofas to sit down on, along with a huge TV to watch. He can also see a kitchenette off to one side. 

The one thing that Sam does notice that gives the place a barn vibe is the sliding stall looking doors that line both sides of the corridor. Right now Sam observes that all the doors are closed with the exception of one. Jenifer is following Sam's eyes and she notices when they stopped on the open door. "That one is yours," says Jenifer, "It's all ready for you, " she declares. "Come on, I'll show you, " she beckons and tugs on the leash.

We reach the door and Jenifer say as she waves her hand indicating to go in, "go on in Sam, check out your new digs." Sam steps across the threshold to have a look. As he passes Jenifer he receives a whack on his ass. "Well, what do you think of it?" Jenifer inquires. Sam looks around and doesn’t see any amount of hay to sleep on, or a trough to eat and drink from. What he sees is a comfortable resort suite, with the exception of a few eyes hooks placed here and there. He has a TV to watch, a sound system to listen to music with, and a laptop sitting on a desk. He has two comfy recliners and a sofa to relax on. But where the coffee table should be sits and odd-looking bench with a lot of eye hooks. Jenifer must've noticed his puzzled look. “It a spanking bench, but some of the trainers prefer calling it a whipping horse,” Jenifer offers to try to be insightful.

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Serving Mistress Alice part 4 page 3

Mistress training her slave

Rule number four: Your body is no longer your own. Everything from the top of your head to the tip of your toes is now the property of your owners and at the disposal of your mistress. Any part of your body can be used at any time, at any place and by anyone who your owner wishes to lend you to. 

Henceforth you're to treat your owner's property (your body) as a temple. You no longer have any input on the property's diet or fashion. That is now the domain of Mistress Scarlet. You will now adhere to a strict physical fitness program, administered by Mistress Alice. It is also Mistress Alice's responsibility to enforce Mistress Scarlet's personal hygiene program. Which includes regular daily showers, daily enemas, oral care and keeping the property devoid of hair below the level of the eyebrows. Finally, Master Thomas and Mistress Scarlet will assume all responsibility to maintain their slave's safety, provide shelter, see to all medical and health needs, including scheduling doctor appointments, and to cover the slave's financial obligation. In short, your only responsibility is to serve and provide pleasure to your owners and mistress.

Rule four was a tough one for me. When it came to my appearance, whether it be my clothing or my hairstyle. My makeup or where I would hang out. I was quite independent. As to doing exercise? I will use a quote from my youth, "as if". Exercise to me was chasing down a taxi. So, when Master Thomas drop the rules on me, I was shocked. I won't lie at first it was hard. I was spanked a lot for talking back.

As for exercise? After that first time Mistress Scarlet had me suit up in a pair of those skimpy, tight running shorts and sports bra and run 5k, followed by three hours in the gym. My thought was, "I'm going to die". Now, I've taken up Cross Fit as a hobby, and in six weeks I'm entered in my second triathlon.

So, in a few days when I have Allan suit up in tight little running shorts and a sports bra for his first run. He will get no sympathy from me at the end of the gym workout. One thing he will do is the same thing Mistress Scarlet made me do. After that first workout and before we hit the showers. Mistress Scarlet, a world-class marathon runner who runs three race a year, had me lick the sweat from her entire body. Now, it's my turn to have my slave lick the sweat from my body.

Finally, Master Thomas and Mistress Scarlet will assume all responsibility to maintain their slave's safety, provide shelter, see to all medical and health needs, including scheduling doctor appointments, and to cover the slave's financial obligation. In short, your only responsibility is to serve and provide pleasure to your owners and mistress.

Rule number five: Orgasms are the property of Master Thomas and Mistress Scarlet. Being commanded to cum is one thousand times more pleasurable than having a spontaneous orgasm. It took a while to master this, but eventually, I learned to accept and appreciate this rule, the idea of cumming by my own choice is so foreign and useless now.

Yes, I can masturbate, in fact, Master Thomas requires me to play with myself quite often. He expects me to bring myself up to the edge orgasm at least four times a day. His reasoning for this ritual is to keep me, his slave perpetually horny. His belief is that a slave should be constantly wet, and ready for their owner to use. But no cumming, only bad girl cum in private, by themselves without permission. Good girls only cum when ordered to, and I'm a good girl.

Another thing Master Thomas enjoys making me do, just to remind me that I am his slave. He will have me put on a striptease show in front of all his friends. I am then expected to follow the stripping and dancing, with me masturbating to the brink as many times as he wishes. While I stroke my clit, I've noticed that all my master’s friends like to see me masturbate, but they go delirious watching me scream and cry, as I fight back the orgasmic waves of cum building up inside of me. I am also pleased to say that to this day I have never spilled a drop of cum without explicit permission from Master Thomas.

I see some drops of precum start to leak from Allan's pulsing cock. I kneel next to him, placing one hand gently on his shoulder to balance myself, before reaching for his balls. I squeeze his contracted balls tightly between my finger. He feels so full and hot in my hand. I lean in a bit closer to inspect his rigid erect cock and swollen balls. What a wonderful sight they are. All hard and ready for me to play with.

So, for my amusement, I started slapping both his cock and ball. I find myself getting into a rhythmic pattern of hitting his family jewels and rigid tool. To make things even better, Allan is too under to protest. As I work back and forth between his cock and balls. I imagine I am a drummer pounding out the beat to that popular song (We Will Rock You). I got so taken up by the moment that I lost track of time. After pounding out the beat to a few more of my favorite songs, I stopped. Good thing I did because Allan's package is looking red and even more swollen.

After checking to make sure he is okay, I release the straps binding his hands behind his back. I free him because I know for the hypnotic training to take full effect, I need him to stroke his cock to better absorb the rules. "Learn your rules slave," I said slapping his genitals more intensively than before. I leave my slave on his knees staring blankly at the hypnotic spiral on the tv screen. He looks so adorable kneeling there stroking his cock back forth, going deeper with each up and down cycle. It is time to take my leave, I must take the contract to Master Thomas. I feel proud of myself. and I am becoming more confident with my new slave.

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