Re-work of The Training of Jason

This story was originally on the net, but has been extensively 
expanded and edited.  It is essentially a Femdom story.  Initially 
with a sub male, but them a sub female

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Chapter 1
"Oh, my God," I exclaimed, "what are you doing?" It was perfectly 
obvious what Jason, my husband, was doing.  He was playing with 
himself!
I had just finished the laundry and was putting the linens and 
towels away.  I entered the bathroom to put some fresh towels on 
the rack when I surprised my husband as he was kneeling in front of 
the toilet manipulating his organ.
I had suspected that he was up to something all along, as he would 
frequently lock himself in the bathroom.  I thought it odd that 
after being married several years that he would still be squeamish 
about his bathroom habits.
Apparently, he forgot to lock the door this time.  He stopped and 
became very red in the face when I came in.
I put the towels on the vanity and left without saying another word.
Jason got out of the bathroom and tried to explain, "Honey, I..."
I cut him off, "I don't want to talk about it.  I don't know what 
to think.  You think you were a teenager.  You ought to be ashamed 
of yourself.  Get out of my sight."
He disappeared into the garage to tinker which is what he does 
whenever he's in the doghouse.  I yelled a departing shot at 
him, "And don't even think about sex with me for at least a week!"  
I didn't care that it was spring and the windows were open.
For the rest of the week I didn't even let him touch me in bed.  He 
was more subdued and fawning over me attempting to win himself into 
my good graces.
I thought about a grown man playing with himself and it intrigued 
me in a perverse sort of way.  On the one hand, I was infuriated 
that Jason would feel the need for additional sexual release.  Was 
I not woman enough for him? Yet, on the other hand, I really wanted 
to watch him do it.  Could I be the one driving him to it? I had to 
know.
I had some books on sex, and they talked a little about male 
masturbation, but they went into the how rather than the why.  I 
wanted to know so badly why men would do these things.  The books 
confirmed that they did, indeed, do them.
I wouldn't think about asking Jason, so, I confided in my next door 
neighbour, Debbie.  She and I had known one another since high 
school.  During those days we told each other everything, 
especially our relationships with boys.
We still talked about our relationships with men.  She had confided 
in me that she had given quite a number of "hand jobs" while in 
college and told me about some of the things she did with her 
lovers.  If any woman knew about penis pumping, she did.
My guesses were correct.  After a very embarrassing introduction of 
the subject, I finally explained what I caught Jason doing.
"Oh, Anne," she said, "Don't worry about it.  It's very common; men 
do it all the time.  You don't know how lucky you are.  Work with 
Jason on this.  Both of you will like it, and, if you do your stuff 
right, you can really benefit out of it."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Jason is your typical male.  He can't get enough sex and whether 
or not he is too tired to raise it, if he has sex on his brain he 
will go for it.  Of course, once he gets the release, he loses 
interest.  I bet that once he gets it off with you, he drops you 
like a hot potato."
"You got that right.  How do you know so much about Jason?"
"This isn't rocket science, dear.  I just described 95% of the male 
population.  They're all just about the same, in this area they 
function on pure instinct -they simply can’t help the mechanisms 
they have, a bit like all dogs behave the same way cocking their 
leg to pee etc.  That's what makes it so easy."
"Makes what so easy?" I asked.
"Female control! If you can control him sexually, especially his 
orgasms, you can control him totally; it’s the same with all men 
honey.  But you must keep them thinking about sex in one form or 
another -all the time.  If they have big distractions like a high 
powered job, they lose their sexual focus, and you can loose 
control -especially in the early days"
"OK -I think, but why would I want to control him."
"It's worth a shot.  Think about it.  If you’re good at it, he’ll 
love you all the more -believe me!  You’ll get a kick out of having 
him do exactly what you want.  No more discussion on which TV 
program to watch, all the help you need in the house, absolutely no 
arguments, get him to do the vacuuming, hour long back rubs, 
guaranteed orgasms whenever you want them.  Jason can do it all for 
you."
"Whoa, girl!" I exclaimed.  "What makes you think that Jason will 
go along with this?"
"As I said, most men think alike, if he enjoys eating you, this is 
a clear indication he will respond in the correct way.  If he 
doesn’t seem to enjoy it, you need to train him to like it.  I can 
guarantee 100% that once he’s really into eating that pussy of 
yours, he is absolutely right for you taking control -but only if 
you do it right.  Do you like to be eaten?”
“Well yes -sometimes”.  I replied feeling embarrassed.
“Its worth getting to like it more, girl.  Having your man eat you 
when you want and how you want is a great feeling of power, 
great ‘bonding’ -it’ll bring you closer together, and one of the 
best ways for you to gain the initiative”.
Men have all sorts of hidden guilt feelings about the control they 
have over women in the business place and in other aspects of their 
lives, especially as the man moves up the ladder and has total 
control in his business life.  They know they are in control `out 
there.' In the outside world they have all kinds of support 
systems.  The world is built according to their rules, and so far, 
everybody has played the game their way.  Take them out of that 
familiar environment and put them one-one-one where it really 
counts..." She trailed off turning the phrase into a question.
We sat in silence for a few moments as she let me digest what I 
just heard.  "In bed, it's different.  Not every man is clear about 
his standing with women.  Many of them never resolve the sexual 
conflicts they faced as children.  When things get tough, 
subconsciously they try to retreat into their past when things were 
much simpler.  Some of them would like to make it all the way back 
to the womb, but most of them want to get back to the stage of 
being totally dependant upon a woman -- Mom."
She laughed, "Yeah, I know, sounds a little too Freudian.  Well, 
Freud wasn't completely wrong.  He got this part right at least.  
Most men want Mom to take care of them.  Mom provided love, but she 
also provided discipline, men tend get them mixed up.  Childhood 
was a time of bliss when no decisions had to be made (executives 
are just worn out from the continual pressure to make decisions).  
As a boy he didn't even have to figure out right from wrong.  Mom 
did all that for him."
"So that's another part of it -giving up responsibility.  Men feel 
that they have to be in control all of the time, 
right?”  “Bullshit!  They stand firm and won't bend.  Instead of 
bending, they break.  They try to crawl back into the womb.  They 
surrender.  They become dependent on you.  The most dominant men in 
the boardroom are the most submissive men in the bedroom.  I know, 
I've had my share."
“This is where their obsession with high heels, suspenders, 
corsets, etc, all come from -they are all symbols of bondage and 
domination.  Men don’t understand any of this, but the instinct is 
there just the same -it seems to bypass their brains and goes 
straight to their dicks -they just can’t do anything about it.”
“I had no idea.” I explained, feeling a little embarrassed at how 
slow I’d been to catch on.
“Well girl, now you know.  It’s how you use that knowledge that’s 
important from here, OK?
“OK.”  I said, with a new determination to be the ‘little woman’ no 
more.
"Men also have an incredibly strong attachment to their sex 
organs.  I think it starts even before puberty.  Once they figure 
out that they have something girls don't they flaunt it.  It 
becomes a competition with them.  Who can pee the furthest? Who has 
the biggest one? Who can jerk off the fastest? In a sense, men are 
their own worst enemy.  They have unrealistic expectations about 
what their performance is supposed to be.  They are uncertain in 
the bedroom and they never lose this because as they get older, 
they fail quite often and this pulls them up short all over again -
it worries them and subconsciously they want some to hand that 
responsibility over -to you.
"Women get advice and sympathy on sex and how to handle men from 
other women instead of `I can do it better than you.' Women, in 
general, are more confident in bed.  Not only do men compete with 
each other in bed, they also compete with women.  For them, there 
must be a clear winner and a clear loser.  They can't see, as us 
women do, that sex should be a co-operative effort.  When a man and 
woman get in bed together, she has the home court advantage.  
That's why confident women frighten men so much.  In the 
competitive mode, there is no halfway measure.  Its either the man 
dominates the woman, or she must dominate him."
"A man defines his sexuality almost entirely in terms of his 
penis.  As best I can figure out, there's absolutely nothing like 
it in women.  Again, control a man's penis, and you control him.  
Considering the love they have for Mom, the love they have for 
their prick, and the guilt feelings they have towards women in 
general, it's little wonder that many men wish to do penance by 
servicing females sexually".
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, "Do you really believe this 
kinky stuff?"
Debbie continued, "Well, first of all, it's not as kinky as you 
think.  Besides, I normally like well-balanced relationships with 
my men, but the strongest of them has the strongest submissive 
side.  For the men I really love, they learn how to respect me, 
initially I only take advantage of it for our mutual benefit."
"It goes beyond revenge, I have my lusty side as well.  There are 
times when I want it, I want it all, and I want it all my way.  I 
become an insatiable bitch.," she laughed.  "That's when I find a 
man I can dominate and I use and abuse him mercilessly."
"In private, I can exercise extreme power.  I don't get simple 
respect, I extract awe, reverence and worship.  First I drive them 
into lust, then I drive them into despair.  I love being a 
goddess.  You can have it all, too." 
"I don't see how I get from Jason playing with himself to playing 
slave for me, Debbie?"
"Take advantage of what I just taught you, girl.  Take advantage of 
his physical weakness, and your mental superiority.  Most of this 
game is played in the head."
I looked at her quizzically.
"It's simple," she said, "When's the last time you and Jason had 
sex?"
"About a week ago."
"And has he been playing with himself since."
"I don't think so.  He doesn't seem to want to do anything to upset 
me."
"All the better.  Don't you think that he's getting a little horny 
by now?"
I laughed, "I imagine so."
"Well, use it.  Get that pussy working for you, but it’s really 
important that you make sure he doesn’t play with himself.  Until 
you get full control, he will try to get himself off and use it as 
a weapon against you -you know, if he’s just ejaculated he isn’t 
bothered by whether or not you let him have sex etc.  You have to 
intimidate, threaten, anything, so that he looks only to you for 
his release -then you’ve got him where you want him.  No more 
arguments or him making you look small when you’re out etc. etc.  
All the other benefits just follow -but it’ll take time and you’ll 
have to use a real strategy carefully if you’re really going to 
teach him to jump to your orders."
I interrupted, "Wait! I'm not sure I want to do this."
"OK, think about it.  I have some stuff I can give you."
Debbie went up to her bedroom, and when she came down, she gave me 
some books on female domination.   The most informative ones were: 
Karen Lady Green, educator and author of The Sexually Dominant 
Woman:
[Editor Notes: A Workbook for Nervous Beginners.  The Publisher is: 
Greenery Press (1994) 3739 Balboa Avenue, #195, San Francisco, CA 
94121]
 
Chapter 2
Most of the books Debbie gave me were magazines with articles on 
female domination, some were dedicated to bondage and discipline of 
both sexes in general, and there was one book totally dedicated to 
the female ‘on top’ position.  She gave me a good selection 
from ‘nearly vanilla’, to extremely kinky.  It took me a week to 
read them all.  Boy, Were my eyes opened! I had no idea how 
widespread the practice was, and in some cases, how extreme.
What really surprised me was how turned on I got. I went though a 
lot of wet panties.  I had no reason to wish any physical harm to 
my husband, yet the thought of taking control over him, and 
humiliating him got me very excited.
When Debbie came over to pick up the books she asked me, "What are 
you prepared to do? If you're really going to get into this, you've 
gotta be committed."
As excited as I was inside about the idea, my actions weren't quite 
up to my desires.
"OK, let's run a test," suggested Debbie.  "You still have that 
husband of yours off sex?"
"Uh-umm," I nodded.
"Has he been playing with himself?"
"I don't think so."
"When was the last time you think he went over ten days without 
getting any."
I laughed, "I don't know, third grade?"
"Do you still want to give it a try?"
"After my own abstinence -- more than ever!"
"OK.  So, here's what you do.  You’ll know from all those books, 
the number one thing is to keep your man in an aroused state and 
his mind thoroughly on that pussy of yours.  Wear clothes with a 
heavy sexual undertow, high heel shoes and mules, sexy skirts with 
nothing underneath, half-cup bras so he can see your nipples 
through your tops, tight corsets, and bare legs unless you’re 
dressing up, then it’s stockings.  Make sure your corset accepts 
six or more suspenders,  they’re the most effective for him.  Also, 
keep yourself good and hot, that way he’ll keep getting your 
scent.  All of this will add to his need for you.
 
Chapter 3
I did my homework thoroughly and bought myself a robust and really 
effective tight-lacing corset with a waist a full 5” less than my 
normal waist.  Debbie had explained the flimsy waspie things were 
totally useless for what I needed.  
When Jason came home from work that night, I met him at the door in 
my new very high heels and wearing my new corset.  I had taken 
great care to fit it carefully, tightening from the top to the 
waist, getting tighter at the waist until it was starting to really 
pull, then from the bottom up.  I then went about doing my makeup, 
after half an hour, I tightened it again from top to bottom to take 
me to the tightest I could bear.  After another half an hour I was 
surprised to see it come down further.  The corset had another 2” 
to go and I resolved to work at it over the coming weeks to get it 
fully closed.  The corset had half cups and the pressure really 
pushed my tits up and out.  I was surprised to discover the whole 
business of the corset and the way it restricted me kept my mind on 
sexual matters, as I adjusted the cups I noticed how erect my 
nipples were.  I strummed them to really harden them up fully.  The 
corset top really pushed my tits up with my nipples right out in 
front.
I felt randy as hell as I admired the effect in the mirror.  My 
legs looked so long in the high-heeled mules and my tits were 
enormous.  I fingered myself to really get the juices flowing 
before I smeared them over my neck and breasts to make sure that 
Jason would get the full scent whenever he got anywhere near me.
Not bad, I thought to myself.  This’ll get his attention.  My very 
small waist accentuated my boobs and my arse were considerably 
expanded by the effect of the corset.  Debbie was right, it really 
wasn’t that uncomfortable once I got the feel of it.  I put my 
short black silk bathrobe over the top, which I’d taken the trouble 
to take 8” off the hem, it was now just a couple of inches below 
pussy level.  As I moved around, the silk of the gown swayed from 
side to side, brushing my exposed nipples the whole time, keeping 
them really hard and my mind fully on sexual matters.  It was easy 
to see both nipples through the silk with the front of the gown 
hanging down vertically from each nipple.
Just before Jason was due, I again plunged my fingers into my pussy 
and worked it really hard for a full minute to coat my fingers 
before sucking them clean and smearing more of my juices onto my 
lips taking care not to smudge my dark lipstick  It tasted OK to 
me, but I knew the taste and scent would hit Jason between  the 
eyes.  This was a far cry from the shirts, jeans and sneakers I 
normally kept house in!  I explained that I was in the middle of 
trying on some new things and greeted him with a long passionate 
kiss giving him as much of my essence as I could.  He had only seen 
the high heels and I could feel his cock spring to life even 
through his pants.  Debbie was spot on so far.
I led him over to the couch where I had made him an unbelievably 
super-strong ‘joint’ -Jason used to like a smoke when he was really 
stressed so it wasn’t such an unusual thing to do, but nothing 
remotely as big and strong as this.  Debbie had already told me how 
cannabis was a very effective way to get Jason into a submissive 
frame of mind.  Because I was still very timid about the whole 
thing, I wanted Jason totally stoned to make it as easy as possible 
for me to take control from him.  I poured out a glass of wine for 
us and sat there leaning forwards so he could see a little bit of 
substantial cleavage with my legs crossed towards him, twirling a 
lock of my hair with a finger.  Even this slight teasing got me 
excited.
"Tell me about your day, dear." I asked him.
He stammered on about some of the mundane office goings-on and how 
the traffic was on the freeway.  I didn't really listen.  I just 
looked him in the eye, and licked my lips.  Every bit of my body 
was broadcasting, "Take me, I'm hot!"
When he finally wound down, I asked him, "What were you doing in 
the bathroom the other day?" He blushed immediately and started 
stammering again.
"Do you like playing with yourself?"
"No."
"Don't lie to me, BOY!  You’ll only make me cross all over again 
and you know what that will mean don’t you?" I yelled at him, 
surprising even myself.
"Well, er, yes."
"What do think about when you're doing it?" Debbie had told me all 
the questions to ask.
"I think about having sex", and then added hastily, "with you."
"Mmmm," I mused, "Tell me more, what are we doing in this fantasy 
of yours?"
I made him explain all of his thoughts to me graphically and didn’t 
relent until I had absolutely every detail.  He was getting hornier 
and hornier by the minute as he relived the experience.  Debbie 
told me that making him admit all his fantasies in exact detail 
would break him down and help me work him in the future.
I had to admit, I was getting hot myself.  Unlike my husband, 
however, I was able to keep under control.  I let the bathrobe work 
loose a little.
He spluttered that I’d made his joint rather strong.
“Don’t be so ungrateful.  I hope you’re not going to waste the rest 
of that joint I made especially for you”. I said with a soft, but 
slightly sinister voice.
“Oh, no honey.  Thank you -it’s fine” 
I announced, "I bet you want to get it off now, don't you." He 
nodded his head vigorously.
"Come, finish that joint and let's go to the bedroom." I watched 
over, him making it obvious he was to smoke the lot.  He took down 
the rest of his ‘killer’ joint in one enormously long drag and was 
on my heels like a puppy, albeit rather shakily as all that 
cannabis shook his brain.
I sat on the bed and said, "Take off your clothes -slowly! I want 
you to put on a show for me."
He obliged, getting even redder than before.  He was clearly in the 
grip of severe embarrassment.  How I was going to love this!
Once he was completely naked in front of me he asked, "What about 
you, aren't you going to get undressed?"
"Not just yet," I informed him, "Turn around.  I want to see all of 
you". I stood up and dropped my dress to reveal my corset. I wasn't 
wearing panties and my pussy was freshly shaved totally.  After 
many hours of preparing my plan, my pussy was puffed up and ready 
for a serious fucking.  Jason just couldn’t fail to notice this..  
I kept my heels on.  I didn’t think he had any more to go, but his 
dick leapt up further, the head was shiny and tight as a drum.
"Before I allow you to cum," (how nice that word - allow - 
sounded), "You'll have to do a few things for me.  You do want to 
be allowed to cum -eventually, don't you?"
Once again, the vigorous nod.
"OK, then.  Kneel down in front of me and bow your head." He did as 
he was told, and I parted my legs.  Using my hands around the back 
of his head, I rigidly guided him to where I wanted it.
"You know what to do." I told him.
"But honey," came the muffled reply.
"No but honey's tonight," I sternly told him, `You've been a very 
bad boy and you know it, you’ve had your sex fun, now it's time for 
me to have mine.  If you don't do it when I want, you'll never do 
anything else.  Now LICK!" Guilt!  It worked just like Debbie said 
it would.  I had passed the first hurdle.
Jason started licking me, although with less relish than I'd like.  
Debbie suggested that I punish inferior performance but Jason's 
reaction was enough for a first effort.
As I felt his tongue in my pussy, I thought, "a game played mostly 
in the head," is that how Debbie put it? Power, yes, I liked it.  I 
came, and I came hard, giving Jason a real mouthful of my cum.  I 
liked it, and I almost lost control.
By the time I let Jason up for air, his face was covered with my 
juices.  I smiled down at him, not so much from the humorous look 
of the slick juices on his face, but from the knowledge of what I 
had done to him, and what I had made him do, and where all of this 
would eventually lead.  Poor Jason still had no idea of what was 
really happening, of course.
"Now, get dressed," I ordered him.  "You're taking me out to 
dinner." I allowed him a quick shower while I changed into a dress 
that really showed my corset and a pair of black very high heels of 
to maximum effect.  As Debbie had said, it was important to keep 
Jason firmly focused on sex.  She had made it clear, it was 
critical to keep Jason ‘on the ball’ -as much as possible.
All through dinner, I kept sending him the come-on signals.  I had 
no doubt that Jason thought his punishment was over.  Little did he 
know it was just beginning!
By the time we got home, Jason was all over me.  I got into bed and 
left my corset on, explaining that I liked the feel of it, kissed 
him deeply, and rubbed my body against his.  If I had let him in me 
just then, he would have shot his load on the first stroke.
I rolled away from him, smiled at him over my shoulder, said, "Good 
night," and turned off the light.
"Aren't we going to make love?" he asked.
"Why don't you make love to your hand? You seem to like it better."
"It's not like that," he insisted.
"I don't care what it's like.  I'll tell you this.  You touch 
yourself ever again, and I won't have anything to do with you.  
Think about it, your hand or me.  I think I'm worth giving up your 
hobby for."
"OK, dear.  I promise.  I won't play with myself again."
"That's not good enough," I was on a roll, and I wasn't going to 
stop, "I want it in writing."
"What!"
"In writing," I said more emphatically, turning the light back 
on.  "Get over to that desk and take dictation." I bit off each 
word crisply.  "There's going to be some changes for the better 
around here.  Better for me, that is."
He got up and sat at the desk.
I improvised as I went along, "I, Jason, promise my wife, Anne, 
total fidelity." Jason's pen made the appropriate scratches.  "I 
will not look at another woman.  I will not go out with the boys 
unless she lets me.  I will stop masturbating as of this very 
moment and I will not touch myself without Anne's permission.  From 
now on, Anne is in charge of my sex life."
"Now wait a minute," he interrupted.
"Keep writing," I overruled.
"From now on, Anne is in charge of my sex life.  She will decide 
when and if I've earned an orgasm.  I will make it my priority to 
make sure her pleasure comes first.  I will do whatever she tells 
me to do, and if she is not satisfied with my performance, she has 
the right to punish me and withhold sex from me.  I promise all 
these things on blah blah blah -- OK, just date it and sign it."
Not very eloquent, but to the point nonetheless.
He finished his task and I inspected the results.  I nodded slowly 
and grinned sexily.  "You can start tomorrow.  It's Saturday, and I 
want breakfast in bed.  Then I have some chores for you to do."
He raised his finger to object until I waved the paper in front of 
his face.  
"Don't push it, Bub! You're not getting any tonight.  Misbehave, 
and you won't get any for a long time.  Now kiss me like a good 
little boy, and show me what state you’re in”.  
Again, I needed to make sure he was not losing his ‘focus’ after 
all the writing.  He had lost it a little.  
“This isn’t anywhere near good enough”. I said in my newly acquired 
dominant voice.  
I fondled him a little to bring him right back to the edge  
“There you go.  That’s better, now isn’t it?  
After a couple of seconds of resistant silence, I used my nails 
relentlessly around the rim of his cock.  
“Well?
“Yes.”  Came a reluctant reply.  He was right back on the edge 
where I wanted him.  
“Yes what?”
A rather breathless and staccato “Yes, that is better” finally 
emerged and I settled for that –for the moment.
Jason didn’t dare try to take control.  I kept him there on the 
edge for twenty minutes.
“Hmm, that’s what I like to see, attentive and well behaved.  Now 
turn off the light and go to sleep. –lie quietly, I don’t want you 
waking me up, and remember, no playing with yourself.  I’ve come to 
realise that you need to be trained to behave better; your training 
starts here."
What the hell, I thought.  I’m going to give all this a damn good 
try.  I really can't believe it.  I just lectured him like an 
errant 9-year old, and he accepted it! Debbie was right again, a 
couple of balls full of semen combined with all the other hang-ups 
and someone to ‘look after’ him, will make a man do just about 
anything for the mere promise of relief.  I slept like a baby 
thinking of the new phase of life Jason and I was really enjoying 
this and this was just the beginning.
 
Chapter 4
I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee.  There stood Jason 
in his bathrobe with a tray containing my breakfast.  "Put the tray 
here," I said, indicating my lap, "and drop the robe from now on 
whenever you are with me in this room, you will wear no clothes 
except what I order you to wear. Do you understand?"  I wanted to 
see his dick; it made it so easy to know how randy he was.
"Yes, dear."  God how Debbie was right.  What power and until now I 
had been completely unaware.
"That's another thing.  No more of this `dear' and `honey' stuff.  
From now on I'm `Miss' in private, and "just my name" in public.  
Do you get that?"
"Miss? This is too much” he complained, I realised I was still 
moving forward, but had forgotten where Jason’s focus was.  He had 
all night to cool down and had probably been chewing things over 
all the time he’d been making breakfast.
I had to recover the initiative quickly if I wasn’t to lose 
everything.  Oh I was cross with myself, I’d forgotten Debbie’s 
number one rule in all of this -keeping him in a state of arousal 
and thinking of me in a highly sexual way, was absolutely essential 
for every new step.  Reinforcement of agreed rules etc. was fine, 
but nothing new.  Shit was I pissed off.  Had I blow it?
“Jason”, I said as strongly as I could -trying to sound like a 
Mommy type of figure -I was on my own here, but I worked really 
hard not to let it show. I reverted to his balls.  It had to be his 
weakest spot.
“Show me what state you’re in -Now!”
This got straight to the spot.  I saw his limp dick twitch.  He 
didn’t know it but I was cheating big time.  I was banking 
everything on his instincts bypassing Jason’s otherwise very 
logical brain.
He opened his bathrobe and as he looked down at his rising member, 
he knew I was going to win.
I tickled around his prick with the fingers of one hand as 
nonchalantly as I could, giving him the impression what he had was 
really of no importance to me.  He became fully erect and I moved 
my hand to his balls and squeezed my thumb and first finger just 
above his balls so that I drew his balls away from his prick and 
then had them firmly in my hand (another Debbie trick).  I started 
to squeeze a little and gave a serious tug.  Jason jumped -I 
certainly had his attention now.
Holding his balls very firmly to make sure he stayed completely 
still and his hands away, running my sharpened nails around the rim 
on his dick as I worked on him relentlessly, very slowly getting 
him harder and harder until his cock was twitching with the 
slightest touch of my nails.  “Now, where was I, hmm?  Oh yes, how 
are you to address me in private little boy? I said very quietly, 
but with a sinister tone.
A pause.  I squeezed his balls quite hard for the first time.  
“Miss.” he said shakily.  He was back on track.  I was lucky to 
have learnt the lesson without a disaster; I resolved to be more 
careful from here on. Jason’s every move and thought was going to 
be orchestrated by me.  It would be worth the effort I was sure.
I made Jason stand by the bed and watch me eat.  I kept stealing 
peeks at his penis noting how big and hard it was.  He was 
accepting this.  He was even getting off on it.  I noted 
inwardly, "Yes, this is going to work out after all." I took my 
time and enjoyed my breakfast.  When I was done, I made sure Jason 
got his.  I made him eat me again until I gushed all over again 
into him mouth, before telling him he was to vacuum the house.
It was a nice day so I threw on a blouse, super short skirt that 
was made from this elastic stuff to really show off my ass, the 
thin material even showed that I did a thorough full shave of my 
pussy.  I finished with my highest, high heel sneakers.  It was 
easy to wear all this stuff now I didn’t have to do any housework.  
As I sauntered by my husband, "I'm going over to Debbie's.  There's 
a list of things to do in the kitchen.  I'll be back in an hour, 
and this place better look spotless."
As I entered the house, Jason was, as usual, up to me like a puppy, 
on his hands and knees nuzzling and licking at my fanny under my 
skirt.  I never wore knickers any more and, I’d lift one foot onto 
a chair so that Jason could say ‘hello’ and pay his respects to his 
Mistress.  This little ritual achieved some many things at once, 
including orgasms whenever or wherever I want.  Best of all though 
was that it focused Jason on his position of humiliation and 
submissiveness to me, while reinforcing my total dominance of 
Diddums here.
I turn my hips a little to offer easier access to my ring.  Jason, 
as always, knows what is expected of him and pushes his pointed 
tongue deep into my ass.  I instinctively tighten and relax my ring 
around his tongue.
########“I see my ring is doing its job admirably” I said through 
heavily lipsticked, pouting lips as I looked at the heavy stainless 
steel ring dragging his bobbing dick from the vertical.
“I think you need a bit more weight on my ring now that you’ve 
gotten used to it”.  Jason continued to ‘say hello’ in deeper and 
deeper fashion.
After 10 minutes I instructed “That’s enough fun for you for now, 
you just don’t deserve anymore, you’d better buck up your ideas.”  
When he is totally erect and solid as stone, as he often is these 
days, his ring is proffered invitingly right up and out-in-front. I 
clipped my leash onto it and walked off into the kitchen, leaving 
Jason to keep up lest he gets a hard yank from my ring.
I took from my shopping bag, a heavy chrome padlock.  “Here Boy, 
time to move up to the next little level in your training 
program”.  The ring suddenly swung less as his cock shuddered under 
its own inner tension as my control over him was again asserted.  I 
clipped the padlock and locked onto the ring.  When I let go, I was 
surprised to see it fall only an inch given the weight that I had 
just added.
Jason grimaced, but he knew better than to moan.  “There you go, 
try and ignore that if you can.  That will give you something to 
thing about while you fix me a drink”.
It makes my ring  very much more effective #####
Chapter 5
I couldn't wait to get to Debbie's to tell her how it went.  I 
relayed every little detail, and even showed her the note I made 
Jason write.
"Great going, girl." she congratulated, "You're a natural.  Judging 
by how quickly Jason is coming around, I'd say, so is he.  I think 
I better hang onto this paper just for safety sake.  We can make a 
copy of it in the library and give that copy to Jason just to let 
him know you're serious."
"Now what?" I asked.  "I'm really enjoying this.  How far can I 
take it?"
"As far as you want, but not all at once."
"Do you think that I should let Jason come when I get home?"
"That would probably be the smart thing to do.  You have to reward 
them every now and then in the early days, until you get total 
control, then never let him cum.  Right now, I bet Jason's building 
up resentment towards you as he's doing his chores.  In the early 
days their focus is not really developed and they will lose it; you 
must find ways to keep him ‘on the ball’.  I always make sure that 
I decide when and if he can come.  When we’re having sex I tease 
him, telling him he has to hand over total control to me.  Using my 
nails I govern his speed, depth of penetration whether he can kiss 
me, etc.  I love to take him close to the brink and keep him 
there.  I talk to him the whole time warning him that he’d better 
pay close attention and if he’s very, very well behaved I just 
might just consider allowing him to cum.  Then I might not, it 
depends on how I feel”.  The talking to him all the time during sex 
is very important as it reinforces my control over him and brings 
your sexual domination of him to the surface.  I also do it because 
it’s a big turn-on for me as well as the man.
“Wow, and he stands for that?”
“You’d better believe it.  As the man gets a bit older, their 
orgasm plateau gets flatter and it gets easier to hold them very 
close to the limit without letting them come.   This is probably 
the strongest turn-on for a man that I know.  It’s pretty good for 
me too.  I often take him to the absolute limit until I’ve had 
enough and then just I tell him he wasn’t following closely enough 
to be allowed an orgasm.  You can always force a few involuntary 
jerks from him with your nails to warrant a punishing, or you might 
want to improve his daytime performance, reminding how he spoke to 
you out of turn during the day -whatever you need him to fix 
really.  After you’ve done this to him a few times, he’ll not only 
be really on the ball, but also trying ten times as hard to please 
you -its perfect.  You also get exactly what you want, when you 
want it.  No more making do, but remember, you really have to keep 
his mind on your fanny.  Luckily for the women who’ve learnt the 
lesson well, keeping their man with fanny on his brains, you can 
get anything you want, and keep him happy too.  If you like him to 
be dominant and decisive during the day, you just need to train him 
right –and remember to maintain yourself as the real master where 
it counts –in the sexual context”.
I was enthralled as she continued: “I can’t stress this too highly, 
find different ways to break his concentration on anything other 
than you.  For example, do outrageous things, if he’s watching his 
favourite football on television, masturbate yourself a little 
without him then get your figures really wet and push them straight 
in and around his mouth to give him your scent.  Sounds crazy I 
know, but this will get his attention real quick -works every 
time.  Essentially, this is really strong bonding but because it is 
sexually fuelled many women shy away from it, but believe me, he’ll 
love you all the more”.
Eventually he'll come to accept his position and status in relation 
to you as natural, just as it used to be when Mom gave the orders, 
only now it’s you, but he's not there yet."
"Jason is in phase one of his training.  He's behaving himself in 
what I call a `bartering situation' - that is, he is willing to 
trade specific periods of servitude for specific acts of sexual 
release.  By rewarding him at just the right times, you can make 
him accept it as a way of life."
"Right now, Jason's just a `play slave'.  He's willing to be 
submissive totally on his terms: doing only those things he wants, 
for as long as he wants to do them, with an expectation of a near-
term, somewhat equitable return.  Remember, in the office he’s the 
big shot.  You've got to change all that when you’re around if 
you're going to do this `for real'.  Progress will be slow in the 
beginning, but eventually you will be able to gain total control 
over him.  Are you willing"?
I wasn't sure, but I said, "Yes." "How do I start? I don't know 
what to do.  I don't even know what some of the things in those 
books you lent me are".
"Don't worry, Anne," Debbie assured me, "I'll show you what to do".
I protested, "You? Wait a minute.  I mean, I'm not into group sex, 
and neither is Jason".
Debbie laughed, "This isn't really about sex.  It's about power.  
Anyway, I'll respect your wishes for the moment.  I'll be your 
silent partner."
"But don't think of it as group sex, Anne.  One of my favourite 
games as a little girl was to get a boy to make pee for me while I 
watched.  Didn't you ever do that?"
"Well, yes, I mean, what girl hasn't."
"And I bet you had one of your girlfriends with you".
"Not one but two," I laughed.
"Did you feel that when you did it, you were having group sex"?
"Of course not.  We already knew what little boys looked like.  It 
wasn't really sex at all".
"What was the most fun part of it?"
"We told the boy what we wanted him to do and he did it."
"Exactly, this isn't any different.  It always amazes me how eight-
year old girls are naturals when it comes to domination, but 
somehow lose it as they get older.  Somehow the sex thing gets in 
the way.  Sex is only one part of it."
"One of the things you'll learn about female domination is that 
it's best enjoyed if there are other women to share the thrill with 
you.  It's a spectator sport as well as a `team' sport.  I learned 
that lesson early.  When I made these boys pee for me, I always 
brought other girls along."
I knew eventually that Jason and I would be getting advanced hands-
on training from Debbie.
"But, I really afraid of hurting Jason" I protested.
"I think you're getting S&M mixed up with B&D or D&S."
"What? I can't get all this stuff straight I mean, even the 
personal ads in the newspaper throw me with all those 
abbreviations".
Debbie continued.  "OK.  S&M - Sado Masochism involves inflicting 
pain and receiving pain.  B&D - Bondage and Discipline.  That's 
actually two things: Bondage -- tying Jason up, and Discipline -- 
making Jason behave.  Discipline is the fun part for me.  D&S - 
Dominance and Submission.  As long as I'm the `D' and he's the `S' 
I'm OK.  I like humiliating a man, what better way than to make him 
do submissive tasks when you have a girlfriend round.  Run him 
ragged with instructions and make him do whatever you want, from 
making you cups of tea to making him shaving his genitals- this is 
better than it sounds as he will complain that it would be 
embarrassing when he showers at his sports club.  You just tell him 
to get on and do –or else!  Then find some punishment for the fact 
that he complained and didn’t do it without question.  Girl, you 
can do anything you like with him once he is properly trained, and 
you will live a life of luxury being pampered from head to toe.  
Punish him in any way you fancy, but try to be imaginative –it will 
stop him from guessing what comes next if he fails to measure up; 
you will of course make sure he fails all the time by increasing 
your demands ahead of his achievements.  I like to use bondage and 
sadism to help with the discipline, you don't have to, but in my 
experience despite their complaints, it turns them on and puts you 
in control."
"All of this is really just one more dimension of your sexual 
relationship.  You make all the decisions on this and do what works 
best for both of you.  Your objective is to turn Jason on so much 
that he willingly submits to anything you want.  Push too hard, and 
you'll drive him away.  If you are really smart though, you’ll keep 
pushing him to what you think is too far, until you find his limit –
then stay at, or near his limit.  After a while you’ll find he’s 
got used to your high level of control and you can increase it 
further without problem.  You’ll be amazed at just how much fun you 
will have, and your relationship will be all the stronger for it
"So, you don't have to hurt Jason.  Most men like a level of that 
kind of stuff, but if inflicting pain quirks you, then don't do 
it.  However, a good slapping or spanking sorts them all out.  You 
may also find, that both of your appetites may change as you 
explore your sexuality’s more fully.  Just keep an open mind."
I was willing to listen to more, but I still had more 
questions.  "What about special equipment? I mean, if I tried to do 
some of the stuff in some of the books I read, I'd have to build a 
medieval dungeon.  That's kind of hard to hide from the neighbours 
when they come over."
"You don't have to go `all the way'.  Besides, you can disguise 
your fixings to look like every day objects.  In fact, you can even 
use every day objects.  Let's take a walk around your house later 
today and see what you've got.  You are limited only by your 
imagination."
As Debbie and I got up to leave I remembered to ask, "Wait a 
minute, You suggested I let Jason come.  I wouldn't mind another 
licking, but I don't feel like intercourse just now."
"So don't do it.  There are a lot of other ways to make a man come."
"What are you suggesting?" I asked.
"Well, you could give him a hand job.  This way, you'll be in 
control."
"But what about the mess?"
"Well, if you're squeamish about getting your hands messy, do what 
I do.  Wear gloves." Before I could ask the question, she went 
on, "I have some rubber surgical gloves I can let you have.  
They're really cheap by the box."
Debbie explained one of her well-learnt methods of slow 
masturbation.  "It's best if you immobilise Jason when you do this 
and also give him a joint, it’s always easier when they are 
stoned.  After a while, it gets too intense for the male, and he 
tries to take over.  Besides, bondage will become part of the game 
soon enough.
 
Chapter 6
Jason was just putting away the vacuum when I came in.  The house 
was in good shape.  I could hear both the washer and drier going as 
well as the dishwasher.  The floor in the kitchen was still wet. 
I complemented him, "It looks like you've been a good boy, the 
house looks great.  I'll inspect later.  Put those groceries away 
and you'll get your reward." I retired with my tea to the living 
room to relax as I listened to Jason clattering about the kitchen 
putting things away.
In a couple of minutes, Jason was done and stepped into the living 
room.  "I'm ready, dear," he said.
I glared at him.  All of a sudden he realised his mistake.  "I'm 
ready MISS!" he exclaimed.  "Please, I'm sorry.  I'll get used to 
this.  Just let me cum.  I'll do anything you say."
This was more like it.  Debbie sat quietly staring Jason in the eye 
the whole time making him totally uncomfortable and blushing.
"Come, let's go to the laundry room, it's time to let you 
ejaculate."
You'd think I just said that we won the lottery.  He was capering 
around like a puppy that was left alone all day when it’s Mistress 
comes home.
"OK, it's time to strip again," I told him.
As soon as I had him naked, I remodelled the washroom like Debbie 
showed me.
I had him take the dowel down, and run a short length of rope 
through each eyebolt.  I made him tie each of his ankles to the 
dowel.  Then I told him to stand up while I got the stool and 
started to tie each wrist to the eyebolts in the ceiling.
He wanted to object, but I reminded him, "Remember the paper you 
signed that night? We do this my way."  I, a mere 5 foot 4 inch 110 
pound brunette had my 6 foot 2 inch 210 pound husband, 
vertically "spread eagled" in the classical anatomic position.  
Both his arms and legs were spread almost three feet apart.
I grabbed his cock, looked him in the eye and said, "You're going 
to learn to like this.  You've been a bad little boy playing with 
your `pee pee'.  What would your Mom have said if she caught you 
doing that? From now on I am the law in this house.  I make all the 
rules and you obey them." I gave his cock a squeeze and he meekly 
submitted.
It was delicious looking at him tied up that way, and totally in my 
control.  I took out my gloves, smoothed them over my skin and went 
to work on his organ.  My gloves were well lubricated with his 
precome from the Moment I touched him.
I put the tip of my index finger in the slit of his pee hole and 
gave it a gentle twist.  His body tensed.  I ran the very tip of my 
latex encased finger up and down the slit and watched him squirm.
Then I put my first two fingers under the head of his prick and my 
thumbs on top.  I squeezed down with my thumbs and pumped it a few 
times.  This forced a drop or two more precome to ooze out.  I ran 
one thumb over his pee hole, and then the other.
Using the fingers under his shaft to stimulate the lower portion of 
the head, I massaged the top with my thumbs.  I co-ordinated my 
stroking so that as I rubbed down with my thumbs, I was rubbing out 
with my fingers.  Likewise, as I was pushing in with my fingers, I 
was running my thumb back towards the read or the head.
Debbie called this "milking the dick", and it was easier than she 
described it to me.  Jason was squirming uncontrollably and trying 
to thrust his hips to increase the friction.  Debbie warned me 
about that, so I just l stopped every time I caught him doing 
it.  "This is my show." I told him.  "You just provide that horny 
prick of yours.  I'm in charge of everything else." Eventually he 
learned to do it my way.
I milked him for about 15 minutes of slow masturbation before I let 
him cum.  He shot his load like a rocket! I tried to catch his 
semen in a glass as it came spurting out.  Jason lost his balance.  
He was hanging from his ceiling restraints.
He finally stopped pumping his cum which.
"Here you go, we mustn’t waste all that testosterone, we’ve got to 
get it back into your system to get you back on the ball, hmmm?  
That’s a good boy, drink it all down now.  
“Yes, dear," she smiled, "There are definitely going to be some 
changes for the better around here."
 
Chapter 7
That weekend, I was over Debbie's house with an overnight bag full 
of rubber items.  Before getting into my things, Debbie gave me a 
tour of her house and how she had arranged things.  In her kitchen, 
for example, was a butcher block that she had redesigned into a 
punishment block.
When we got back into the kitchen for our tea, she handed me an 
object, the function of which I could hardly imagine.  "Before we 
begin, I'd like to give you a little gift."
I giggled, "OK, Debbie, what's this, a dog leash for gerbils?"
"Good guess!" she laughed.  "It's a cock ring." She then went on to 
explain how to put it on, and how it would `accentuate' his 
erection and balls.  "And when you're done, you can attach a leash 
on this ring.  You can then lead Jason around by his penis.  It's 
sort of a physical symbolism -- women have been leading men around 
by their cocks since the beginning of time.  As I always say, 
`Control the cock, control the boy.' I have a lot of other `toys' 
which I'll show you at some other time."
"Speaking of controlling cocks," I interjected, "you haven't even 
shown me how to use the stuff I got yet."
"Well (pause) no.", I stammered.  "But how hard can it be?"
"You can make it very hard," she said, laughing at her own 
pun.  "But seriously, you really have to be careful not to hurt the 
penis.  If the cap has a rough interior, you will have to rub 
gently, especially at the start."
"Why at the start?"
"Well, the rubber is going to grab at his penis.  This is a good 
thing.  It tickles it into a tremendous hard-on.  Once he starts 
leaking pre-cum, it's a whole different experience.  Just a drop or 
two will have his prick sliding around all over the inside of the 
cap."
"I'd demonstrate with the toy," she said, tapping the dildo with 
her finger, "but it's not fully functional in this regard."
"Once you get him to lubricate your toy with his, you can get more 
aggressive.  Don't just rub in the same spots.  Try to use his 
prick to spread the semen over every square inch of the inside of 
the cap.  Use the cap to spread his pre-cum over every bit of his 
cock."
"Stretch the cap tightly over his prick like you are trying to poke 
it through the cap.  Don't do it too hard.  You don't want to hurt 
him, but you'd be surprised how hard and firm erections can get.  
He'll just love the feel of the expanding rubber over his cock.  
Another nice thing about bathing caps is that you can measure how 
much he squirts.  That's one way to tell if he's been cheating on 
you."
"OK", I nodded.
"Also be sure", Debbie continued, "that you avoid caps with sharp 
seams.  I try not to buy them at all.  If I have to, then I turn 
the cap inside out, put it over a block of wood, and sand away the 
ridge with sandpaper.  Generally, I just use my trusty old 
Speedos.  I can really feel the prick through the latex."
"Jason picked up one for me at the sports shop." I said, picking it 
up still in the package.  "I also found the cap I bought for our 
vacation in Mexico last year.  Can I use it?" I picked it out of 
the pile for her inspection.  It was a very feminine looking cap 
with leaves and petals and flowers all over the outside.
"This is great, girl.  This," she said, shaking the cap in her 
hand, "is a great erection holder.  Get rid of this chinstrap.  
Instead, make a couple of daisy chains out of rubber bands and loop 
them into the snaps.  Turn the cap inside out, and place it over 
Jason's cock and balls.  Put the rubber band chains around his 
legs, and snap them to the cap.
"What this does is wrap his penis completely in rubber.  When he 
gets excited, his penis will twitch.  When it twitches, it rubs 
itself into the rubbery folds.  This excites it some more, and 
causes it to twitch again.  It will keep Jason hard for as long as 
you want with absolutely no work on your part.  You can put him `in 
the bag' for hours, and he'll still have a beautifully hard cock 
for you to play with."
"I suggest you dress Jason up like this when you have him clean the 
bathroom or perform his other household chores.  He'll get enough 
movement in the cap to stroke his penis into a good erection, but 
the stimulation won't be enough to make him come.  He'll be ready 
to beg you for relief when he gets done."
"Just don’t forget, the important part of training men is to keep 
them in a state of constant sexual excitement.  In addition to 
using bathing caps to keep Jason at a high level of arousal, you 
can use it to make him bring himself to and sustain an intense 
level of arousal.  To make Jason masturbate to the point of 
ejaculation without coming, have him coat the cap with his 
precome.  He'll have to stimulate himself enough to produce 
precome, but stop short of actually ejaculating.  You don't even 
have to supervise him.  Just have him show you a cap where he has 
spread his clear, glistening precome over every square inch."
I swallowed my tea.  I had never considered the possibilities.  The 
thought of ordering Jason to maintain a state of perpetual 
anticipation to please me was really turning me on.
I sat there in silence digesting what I just heard.  "OK, what 
about the other items?"
"To do it properly, you'll need to understand a little of the 
anatomy of the male reproductive system."
"The two parts of the penis you are interested in are on opposite 
ends.  At the very base of the penis, where the scrotum is 
attached, is a sphincter-like muscle that holds back urine, and 
also holds back semen just prior to the ejaculation.  I suggest you 
experiment with Jason and find out exactly where this muscle is.  
It's the key to penis control.  Massaging this muscle will cause 
ejaculation if the penis is aroused enough.  However, we want to 
use it for exactly the opposite purpose."
"Just before ejaculation, this muscle tightens in anticipation.  
The amount of tightness and just how it will feel to you varies 
from man to man.  In other words, you'll have to figure out for 
yourself, using repeated experimentation, what Jason's 'flash 
point' is.  Don't be discouraged if you don't get it right on the 
first couple of tries."
I was amazed.  "How did you ever learn how to do this?"
All of these techniques helped me establish sexual anxiety and 
relief in Jason.  Stimulating a man and controlling his release was 
just an end to a means -- sexual domination.
And it worked! By then end of our third month of training, Jason 
became completely dependant on me.  Having him do the household 
chores was convenient (he always did his share, and didn't consider 
it demeaning as such, it's just that he now did my share as well).  
I really enjoy having him give me backrubs. I always enjoy the 
complements I get from our friends about how much a gentleman he is 
when we go out.  Many of my girlfriends comment to me about how 
they wish they had husbands or boyfriends who are so polite and 
considerate.  "How did you do it?" they ask.  Sometimes, I'm brave 
enough to joke about it.  "You have to train them when they're 
young," If they only knew! I see some recognition in the eyes of 
some women, but so far, Debbie is the only one in whom I can 
confide.  Usually, I stammer something like, "I'm just lucky, I 
guess."
Best of all is the sex.  I allowed Jason to have intercourse on 
those few occasions when I really felt in the mood for it, and when 
I thought he really deserved it –but of course, I again decided if 
and when he could cum.  He was so well trained to consider my needs 
first, that I am always totally satisfied.  I hardly ever let him 
cum –just so he is really under my spell and attentive next day.  
I just tell him “Go to sleep now you naughty boy and hang onto your 
spunk for now until I decide you have been good enough to earn 
sufficient approval to deserve relief”.  
If I need to perk him up a bit I just give a taste of my juices on 
my fingers or by eating me; he is then instantly ready to do 
literally anything I say, it’s just perfect.
It was about this time that Jason and I established a bedtime 
routine.  I wash up and brush my teeth, get into my dressing gown, 
and sit in a wingback chair reading a magazine or a book.  This had 
been my routine ever since we got married.  One difference now is 
the types of magazines and books I read.  I no longer read books 
about kitchens and gardening.  I've borrowed a lot of Debbie's 
collection.  She recommended a reading list for me, and I've really 
enjoyed going through it.  I now have subscriptions of my own.
Another difference now is that Jason kneels before me, with his 
face in my crotch as I spend my time leisurely reading my femdom 
publications.  Debbie gave me a tip to improve his performance.  I 
tie a string around his balls, and give it a sharp tug if he 
doesn't lick me properly.  I was so very demanding with that 
string, Jason learned to be an accomplished cunnilingist in a short 
time.
Naturally, I gave Debbie all the details of the `love sessions' 
Jason.  She suggested that I take things in my stride, but that I 
should gradually keep escalating my discipline.
"You have to maintain control at all times." she told me over 
coffee during one of our many talks we had on the subject of the 
taming of Jason.  "I think you are ready to move into phase two."
"Phase two?" I asked her.
"Yes.  In phase one, you rewarded Jason's good deeds with letting 
him come.  In phase two, you punishing severely for bad behaviour."
"Well, we certainly don't have much of that." I confided to 
her.  "Jason has been the perfect gentleman."
"Nobody's perfect." she replied.  "Make something up.  Don't settle 
for sloppy service.  If he's not on top of everything at every 
moment, take it out on him."
"What do you mean by `take it out on him'." I asked.
"Spank him!" she said as if she couldn't believe I even asked the 
question.  "Men and women have been spanking one another since Adam 
and Eve.  It's perfectly natural, perfectly safe, and perfectly 
necessary."
"I don't want to hurt Jason?" I complained.
"That's good.  Some men like pain.  We won't know about Jason -- 
and yourself -- until we get into a more advanced stage in his 
training.  Pain is something that can be added on later.  The thing 
we're going for here is humiliation and psychological control.  
Spanking provides that."
"Spanking is on the extreme low end of the pain spectrum.  It 
rarely ever really hurts, and even then it's only temporary.  The 
real value of spanking is the humiliation.  I bet Jason hasn't been 
over a woman's lap since he was a little boy.  He probably has 
ambivalent feelings about it.  I'm sure he loved his Mom, but at 
that stage of his life, he was dependent upon her.  She controlled 
his life.  In a sense, you are taking her place as he regresses.
Spanking isn't something a grown man is supposed to submit to.  To 
surrender his body to you is a leap of trust.  You are woman.  The 
entire world is telling him that you are supposed to be his 
inferior.  If that's so, how come he's over your lap.  These are 
the things that will be going through his mind."
"What do I do?" I asked.
"Start out with a simple, over-the-knee, hand spanking.  It's 
really an erotically cosy and intimate thing.  You won't hurt him 
much, but you'll really assert your authority over him.  Later on, 
as you both become more comfortable doing it, you can experiment 
with belts, hair brushes, and even whips if it gets that far."
She laughed as she saw my mouth drop.  I was certainly a non- 
sophisticate when it came to these things.  "Listen to me! I sound 
like a Mom instructing her daughter how to bake cup cakes.  This 
stuff seems so simple and so natural to me, that I forget that 
other women don't do it as a routine."
I sat in awe of this woman's knowledge and experience.  I decided 
I'd try it.
 
Chapter 8
I came home to see Jason's ass looking up at me from the kitchen 
floor where he was on his hands and knees scrubbing.  As this was 
to be ‘new training’, I knew that I must make sure he had the right 
focus.  I popped into the bathroom and gave my pussy a serious 
massage, making sure that my fingers went in deep and got really 
wet.  I never wore panties these days and covered my neck, throat 
and upper breasts with as much of my juices as I could and quickly 
filed very sharp edges to my nails on one hand before going 
downstairs to see Jason.  
I called to him, "Come in here! I expect a peck on the cheek when I 
come in, not to be ignored.  This he quickly did and almost 
instantly gained an erection.  The funny thing was, he couldn’t 
understand why.
Now I had him where I want him, but I needed to be 100% sure.  I 
reached under my short skirt and lubricated my fingers thoroughly 
and put them straight into Jason’s mouth.  He sucked most 
enthusiastically.  Pretending to only just notice.  “ Look at this 
mess," I said, sweeping my hand across what, in my pre-domination 
days, I would have thought a perfectly clean living room.  Now I 
could see minor imperfections.  A piece of lint here, a slightly 
out-of-alignment picture there.  "That doesn't look right at all.  
We're going to do something about that right now."
I spoke mainly to build up my courage and to make Jason feel 
inferior.  This was a big leap for me, and I couldn't stand up to 
much resistance from Jason.  I needed him to give into me this 
first time, and then I knew I could control him for life.
"You have to be more careful," I told him.  "You have to pay 
attention to detail.  I don't want Debbie or my other friends 
thinking we live in a sloppy house or that you don’t do as you’re 
told." I was being totally unreasonable, but Jason took it all in 
meek submissiveness until I suggested corporal punishment.
"I think you need to be taught a lesson.  Get over my lap.  I'm 
going to give you a spanking to teach you to be more careful."
"Anne!" he said.
"Anne?" I yelled back at him.  "You are to call me Miss.  That's 
two lessons I have spank you for now."
"I'm not going to let you spank me." he hissed, and then belatedly 
added, "Miss."  But it was tough for him to take this line, stood 
there wearing nothing but a raging hard-on.
"Oh yes you are, you’re just a naughty boy who needs to be 
disciplined for his bad behaviour." I said running one of my 
sharpened fingernails under the rim of his cock; it skipped up and 
down as I working on him relentlessly.  He was hooked and really 
didn’t have a chance.  I decided to reel him in incredibly slowly, 
enjoying every second of his squirming.  
“You know of course that I must spank you much harder and longer 
because of your delaying tactics, don’t you –boy.”  He didn’t 
answer.  Without speaking, I roughly exposed his most sensitive 
area under his foreskin and gently used my oh so sharp nails.  He 
was in a real mess now and I was determined not to let him off the 
hook or even make it easier for him to submit to me, I just quietly 
kept working so very slowly with my nails.
"Of course I do -Miss." The title came more naturally then.
"Well, think about it boy!  We've been in our `special arrangement' 
for a couple of months now.  Right?" He nodded a "yes."
"And in that time, since I've taken charge of your sex life, you've 
had only the ejaculations I have permitted."
Again a nod.
"And they've been better ejaculations, haven't they."
He looked at his toes and admitted, "Yes, Miss."
"Ejaculations are more fun -- sex is more fun -- when I control 
your lusty urges.  Because I have trained you well, you are now 
under my dominance – you now need my control to have good sex.  AM 
I RIGHT?"
His eyes remained riveted on the floor as he muttered, "Yes Miss."
"So there you have it.  You don't have to come and get your 
spanking.  We can stop these games right now and go back to the way 
it used to be.  We can also stop something else.  Do you remember 
that first time I made you go for only a week without relief?"
Emphatically, "Yes, Miss."
"Well, how would you like to make it a month, or a year?" The 
question was rhetorical; I didn't expect an answer.
After what seemed like several minutes he knew I was going to keep 
this up all night if necessary and that I wouldn’t be letting him 
cum, that was for sure!  His prick was absolutely rigid with pre-
cum oozing in a steady stream.
Jason lay over my lap.  I reached under on of my legs and took a 
grip around the base of his cock including his balls, pulling him 
down between my legs so I could grip him tightly between my thighs 
to stop him getting up and also so I could sense his status.  He 
surrendered and I spanked him until his ass was good and pink, and 
my own hand felt puffy and tingly itself.  That wasn't the only 
thing that puffy and felt tingly.  I decided to use a hairbrush and 
find out where his limit was.  I worked him really hard and 
needless to say, I didn’t allow Jason any release but I had him 
finish me off with his tongue on the spot.
Debbie never told me how much fun this part would be.  Looking at 
Jason's drooling erection, I was sure he found it exciting too.  
After that, I found an excuse to spank Jason every other day.
By the end of the month we modified our life style even more.  
Jason's schedule looked like housework every weekend, spanking 
every other day, and muff-diving every night and any morning that I 
fancied it- after I’d read the paper in bed with a cup of coffee –
dutifully provided by Jason, of course.  It was something I 
couldn't even dream about the day I walked in on him, but I found 
that I wanted more.  Debbie warned me that this stuff was 
addictive, but I only half believed her until I started hearing 
some of my own demands.
I don't think it would have been as much fun for me if Jason didn't 
get off on it too.  I know that he really didn't take my threats 
seriously.  He could have terminated the arrangement at any time.  
Instead, he hung in there.  Everything I did to him or had him do 
for me was something he wanted to do deep down inside.  He might 
have thought that he was being `forced' to do it, but no force, 
threats (real threats, that is) or coercion was used.  He never 
once used our `stop' signal, and as things became more adventurous, 
we discussed a lot of what we did before we did it.  What really 
convinced me that he enjoyed my dominance is that he almost always 
had an erection every time I started controlling him.
Jason was faced with a simple decision: FemDom or Freedom.  As I 
sit here at my terminal, Jason under the table on his knees in 
front of me, his head in between my legs, his mouth against my 
pussy, his tongue where I love it most, I know he made the right 
choice.
(The end -- for now.  I'll continue if there are still readers who 
managed to stay awake to this point and actually want to see more).
The story continues …….
Chapter 8
Just as Debbie predicted, Jason was becoming more and more under my 
command –although, I also liked him to assume control in many 
situations.  I’d just tell him that I liked to be the little woman 
when it came to making decisions such as where we should go out to 
eat, surprises, etc.  I just turned it around and made it clear 
that he had to assume that role and take the lead.  We both knew 
that I was still in control in the background and it only needed a 
word from me to call him to heel.
I would often continue to quiz Jason on his fantasies and demand a 
detailed account of what he was thinking whenever he seemed 
particularly aroused.  On one occasion he seemed a little reluctant 
to spill the beans and I saw an opportunity to have some fun at his 
expense –just to teach him that he had to do exactly as he was told 
immediately, not after my having to ask twice.
By now I always kept several nails on each hand sharpened and 
regularly used these to really control Jason very precisely on 
those occasions I allowed him to have sex.  It was easy to take him 
to the very edge and hold him there, really digging my thumb nails 
either side of his stomach and the others into his rump.  He 
literally didn’t know if he was coming or going!  I used to call 
this part of his training program and as such I hardly ever let him 
come.  It is so much better to keep him full of semen and 
permanently ‘on the ball’, fully attentive and well behaved.
I decided to progress his training and to now use this technique to 
really reinforce my control over him.  I knew that each time he 
really handed himself over to me, he would succumb to me all the 
easier from here on.  The excuse I used this first time was to 
elicit whatever this fantasy topic was that he seemed reluctant to 
confide to me.
I allowed a sharp nail to graze tip of Jason’s cock making it look 
like unintentional.  He immediately leapt up to a full erection.  
“Oh dear, Diddums does look a bit desperate”.  I pouted.  
Damn right, he was, I’d not let him get it off for weeks and it was 
clear he could hardly think of anything beyond sex.  Nevertheless, 
he knew his place well enough by now from all his earlier 
lightweight training sessions and would never allude to just how 
desperate he was –even obliquely.
I looked Jason in the eye 
“So, Diddums, just how well behaved are you?”  I said very softly.  
The menacing tone came naturally these days –after all the fun I 
was having, I meant it!  He said nothing.  I very lightly ran one 
of my sharp nails around his balls.  I thought to myself.  
“He’s not going anywhere, I can take all the time in the world and 
really make him sweat. It’ll make him even more attentive to me 
after.  I reeled him in over and over again -like a fish on a 
hook.  This humiliation was just what Jason needed to keep him 
feeling inferior and totally dependant on me.  I really love this 
bit.  I am the boss with a hulking great man being held by only my 
nails and at my total command.  
Diddums was sweating profusely by now. I paused and placed a 
lockable blindfold on to Jason’s head and cuffed his hands behind 
his back.
I had been thinking for some while that it was time to progress 
things and I decided that I needed a much stronger way to keep 
Jason thinking about me all day at the office, etc.  After talking 
this through with Debbie, she knew just what was needed.  An Albert 
ring.  She showed me pictures on the internet that showed these 
rings in the end of guy’s cocks.  At first I was horrified, but 
Debbie talked me through how great sex was with a guy fitted with a 
ring.  She also ran through why they’re fitted and all the benefits 
to someone in my position.  If a heavy ring is used with balls 
securely fitted to either end, he cannot remove it.  Not only is 
the man always semi-aroused by the sensations it produces, the 
weight of the heaviest rings and balls is enough that it is 
impossible for him to forget he is wearing it –even for a few 
Moments.  You can use it as a chastity belt ####
I used to work a slave I had in the office#####
This was perfect, Jason’s new ring would effectively continue his 
training all through his day at the office.  By going for a ring 
that had been closed using heavy pliers, I could also add weights, 
or secure him with a small chain and padlock whenever I needed.  I 
decided to go for it in a serious way.  No lightweight little ring 
for Jason, it was to be straight in with the heaviest possible ring 
I could get fitted.
“So Diddums, what am I to do with you?  You seem to be so very 
horny these days I fear it is only a matter of time before you 
break the most important rule of all –that you are not allowed to 
play with yourself, unless I allow it.”  I looked at how desperate 
he was.  It was clear he just couldn’t think of anything but my 
nails very slowly running around and under the rim of his cock.  He 
was right on the edge and a total mess, but I knew I could hold him 
right there as long as I wanted.  I’d had many happy hours 
practising over recent months.  Well, Happy for me at any rate.
I worked him for a further few minutes.  His pre-cum was in full 
flow by now and he was sweating profusely.  “I think you need you 
to wear a ring for me –as a little momento.  If you are very good 
and perfectly behaved, it may just make me a little bit more 
inclined to allow you to have more frequent orgasms.”  I pressed a 
little harder with my nails and drew a tight gasp as I whispered 
perfectly behaved.  
“I will try Miss.”  Came his jerky response.
I took my spare hand, roughly pulling down on the shank of his cock 
to really tighten the skin and to fully expose his sensitive area 
under the rim.  I raised my voice a little, and maximised the 
threatening tone. As I inserted a sharpened nail deep into the eye 
of his dick and held it there as I said.
“That simply isn’t good enough.  That is another occasion of 
disobedience I’ll remember when I next think you may have earned an 
ejaculation.  Try again, and by the way, from now on, you’ll use my 
correct title –‘Mistress’.”  If he wasn’t so very near the edge, I 
knew that I have real trouble handling him like this, but by now I 
was expert at holding Jason teetering on the edge.  Monitoring the 
muscle at the base of his cock, it was now easy for me to keep him 
only a couple of seconds from his ‘point of no return’, to only 
then pull him back, before building him up a few seconds later.  He 
was now cresting about every fifteen seconds or so and it was 
driving him crazy.  It was also making me very randy.  I decided 
that I’d let Jason give me a really hard slow fuck once I’d cooled 
him down to the point where I could still control him, even when he 
was deep inside me.
Jason succumbed straightaway.  “Yes Mistress, I will wear your 
ring.”
I liked the thought that he already had the view that it was my 
ring he was to wear.  
The doorbell rang.  I left to answer it after telling Jason not to 
move a single muscle, leaving him stood by the bed, still 
handcuffed and wearing the blindfold. 
“Well Diddums, what perfect timing.  It’s your ring.  Now stand 
perfectly still while it’s fitted.”  I took a length of thin rope 
I’d previously hidden under the bed and looped it around Jason’s 
balls.  I drew the rope up between his legs until he was teetering 
on tip-toe.  I fastened the end of the rope to a high level coat 
hook on the wall behind him.  
I could see Jason was building up to object and I didn’t want him 
to disrupt the proceedings.  Debbie’s idea was to have one of those 
inflatable gags ready, I quickly rubbed it over and into my already 
very wet fanny before pushing it deed into Jason’s mouth – all 
before he had a chance to speak.  I pumped it up fully before 
removing the plunger, leaving Jason sucking on my juices, but 
totally unable to make any sound above a hum.
Mike was the piercer recommended by Debbie and knew what was going 
on.  Without making any sound he swabbed Jason’s dick, inserted a 
needle about half an inch into Jason’s pee hole and pushed it out 
through the skin just below the head and to one side of the 
frenum.  Jason grunted.  An incredibly heavy surgical steel ring 
was pushed through the hole with some difficulty as it was a over 
¼” thick.  It had large heavy balls attached.  The whole thing took 
just two minutes.
Even though Jason was still fully erect, the heavy weight of his 
new ring pulled his cock down to about 45 degrees.  I paid Mike and 
he left without a single sound.  Jason probably thought that I’d 
fitted it.
I had been told it was unlikely there would be any blood.  
Something to do with the ring material being such a large section, 
it effectively sealed the hole immediately.
I resumed where I left off, bringing Jason back to the edge but 
making sure to avoid touching the ring.  After he was again fully 
attentive.  I told him 
“Now then little boy, this little ring is a symbol of my total 
control over of you.  You will wear it all the time as it cannot be 
removed without being cut from you.”
Jason looked decidedly sheepish under his blindfold and I decided 
to let him see my ring.  I removed his gag, but kept the hand-cuffs 
on.
“How do you like it Diddums –hmmm?”
Jason seemed too stunned to respond.  I decided there was no time 
like the present.  
“I expect an answer when I ask a question.”  I said in my crossest 
voice.  Jason tried to recover the situation.
“Mistress….”  I cut him off short.
“Be quiet.  I am not at all impressed by your poor attitude.  I 
refreshed Jason’s gag by pushing it deep into my fanny until it was 
glistening wet.
“Now open wide like a good boy”.  Jason didn’t dare but instantly 
opened his mouth as wide as he could.  The gag was still partially 
inflated and I had to push it quite hard to get the bulberous end 
in.  Nevertheless, having forced it in, I gave it several pumps to 
fill him up properly.
Jason’s cock was still good and hard but pulled down to around 45 
degrees.  I had a light chain dog leash that I had borrowed from 
Debbie.  I snapped the clasp onto the ring.  I was surprised to see 
Jason’s cock leap up to the vertical, despite the weight of my ring.
“Hmmm, I see my ring is working all ready”.  I said in a little 
girl voice and gave the leash a little tug as I walked to the 
bathroom.  Jason had to move quickly to keep up.  I stood him 
facing the bath and offered the handle of the leash to hook onto 
the shower curtain rail.
“Oh dear, it doesn’t quite reach does it?  Up on your toes now you 
naughty little boy, let’s see you stretch”.  With Jason teetering 
on tiptoe, by pulling him up with a heavy tug I could only just 
made it reach.  I left steady himself against the wall.
“You can stay tethered where I can see you while I have a nice long 
relaxing bath.  That will teach you to be better behaved”.  When I 
let him off his hook, he was still rock hard and there was pre-cum 
dripping from my ring.  I deflated and removed his gag.  He knew 
better than to speak before being spoken to and waited patiently.  
I toyed with the ring feeling it’s considerable weight.  Jason’s 
breath was short.  It was obvious to me that he was concentrating 
very hard on trying to get that last vital bit of stimulation to 
take him over the edge to his orgasm.  But I could read his state 
far too well these days and hardly had to concentrate on what I was 
doing to hold him that second or two short of what he needed.  
Knowing he was now totally under my control, I removed his hand-
cuffs without fear of him taking over.
“Now, then little boy, this is my ring you’re wearing and it is not 
for you to touch –got it?”
“Yes Mistress”.  Came the prompt reply.
I thought to check on Jason’s condition.  There he was, just as 
erect as before.  He’d been like that for hours now.
“My goodness! But you really are in a bit of a state aren’t you 
Diddums?
“Yes Mistress”.  He said pathetically.
“That’s much better.  Now let’s see some press-ups.  A hundred 
should do”.  Such heavy work wears him out and it makes it much 
harder for him to reach orgasm.  This allows me to control him all 
the better and work him for a really long time.  I usually have 
four or five orgasms like this and at the end of it all, if he 
hasn’t been perfectly behaved and followed my control absolutely I 
don’t let him cum.  Many times I don’t let him get off anyway, just 
because I enjoy feeling a totally dominant bitch.
“You’ve got a good sweat on there haven’t you boy, now let’s see 
what you can do for your Mistress.”
My nails were sharp and I used them to good effect to hold him back 
so that he couldn’t quite get the head of his cock into my fanny to 
get the stimulation he needed.  The ring passing in and out of me 
however to give me several strong orgasms.  Finally, when he was 
really exhausted, I let him in just a further ¼ “ and he started 
his long and very strenuous climb in the hope that I will let him 
cum -this time.
“Well boy, you’re having to work hard now aren’t you?  What’s the 
matter, need a bit more penetration?  I don’t think so.”  I was 
using my nails to slow his speed and to stop him getting his rim 
into me.
“That’s a good boy, but you seem to be struggling.  I don’t think 
you’re really ready to cum yet, hmmm?  Maybe another week or two 
will help your performance.  Follow my directions very carefully 
now little boy”
The touch of my nails became less and less as I worked him hard.  
As he became more exhausted, I allowed him just enough penetration 
to keep him rock hard.  Oh how I loved it.  Eventually, he was 
fully inside me very slowly banging his new ring hard into the top 
of my vagina.  Debbie was right again, it felt really good.  I came 
again with a shattering orgasm.  Poor Jason was worn out by all his 
efforts, but still following my nails precisely.
He knew that I would punish him for the slightest involuntary jerk 
or push.
Slowly, slowly I worked him up until he came violently inside me. 
“Not bad”. I said in a patronising tone.  “Now get down and eat 
me.  You need to get a taste for semen, although it may not always 
be yours in the future!”  I had a final orgasm just thinking of a 
new scam I had planned for Jason –another Debbie trick.
Chapter 9
Debbie and I smiled at each other knowingly as we viewed Jason in 
his silk bathrobe –his normal household attire these days.  I’d 
long ago sussed that he had to be covered in case I brought friends 
over etc.  The thin material enabled me, and everyone else in the 
room a very clear view of Jason’s sexual enthusiasm, the silk also 
seems to build up a static charge that randomly discharge through 
his prick.  This, plus the rubbing of silk on a rigid cock boosts 
the whole thing along even better
We watched as his half risen member swung heavily from side to side 
inside its silken envelope as he finished the floor.  Debbie 
whispered  “I have to say Anne, he looks in fine condition.  So, 
how long’s it been since you left shoot his bolt?  She had her hand 
around my corseted waist and rubbed it gently in, what I thought 
was, a friendly –if only I’d seen where all of this was going to 
lead.
“Well,” I beamed “it must be three weeks now, but he must gets to 
within 15 seconds of it 100 times a day. I also often keep him 
lightly stoned all day, especially if I upping the level of my 
dominance over him in whatever way.
Jason stood up and seemed momentarily stunned (I knew Debbie was 
coming back with me to pick up some of my mags and I saw this as an 
ideal time to ‘really turn the screw’ to now humiliate Jason in 
public –well Debbie at least.  Knowing this, I’d started Jason off 
with a good hearty breakfast with enough grass in the bran flakes 
to keep him high for hours.
I leapt on Jason’s pause. “Come on you naughty, naughty boy.”  I 
said crisply.  “Say hello to Debbie and I properly.”  I loaded the 
properly in the same way as when I first taught him how to greet 
me.  I saw the immediate panic in his eyes as he tried to judge if 
this was a serious instruction or if I was just toying with him.  
He went for the easy option and, rather than dropping to his 
licking position on all fours, acted as normal as he could at 
12.30pm dressed in his silk dressing gown.  
As he leant forward and gave Debbie a very polite peck on the 
cheek, I was sure she would pick up the scent of my dried juices 
all over his face.
“Oh, high Anne, I didn’t see you girls there”.
I glared at him for his choice of words and thought “I’ll get you 
for that little slip my boy!”
Jason now always looked to me for his lead on what was required and 
immediately knew was in trouble.
“Girls, girls, who do you think your taking to, you’re showing me 
up in front of Debbie, I don’t want neighbours thinking you don’t 
do as your told, now do we, hmmm?”
He lowered his head as he felt the humiliation which was made 
totally complete as his prick leapt to the vertical, dragging the 
silk up into a small tent.  Both Debbie and I stood quietly for a 
full minute to enjoy the moment.
Debbie took the initiative.  “Oh dear Anne, he’s like some farm 
animal that needs to be put with females.  How pathetic he looks.
“Now Jason, show Mistress Debbie what state you in.”
Slowly without lifting his eyes, he loosened his belt and let the 
dressing gown slide from his rigid member
I carried things along with “Now Jason, I thought I told you to say 
hello properly  -now.  Any shilly-shallying and I’ll really give 
you hard time.”
Jason made a bee-line Debby and worked his face up her loose summer 
dress to her crotch.  He seemed surprised that she too was not 
wearing knickers and was fully shaved.
Debbie used my chair to raise one leg as I urged him on.  “Say 
hello exactly as you do for me, there’s a good boy”.
“Anne, this little Slut of yours is disgusting” she beamed as she 
lined herself up to maximise the penetration of his tongue into her 
ring.
I wasn't going to let Jason in on the fact that Debbie knew of our 
special arrangement.
Chapter 10
Jason went to one of his usual annual conventions.  I’d made sure 
he was properly shackled with the lockable tube around his dick.  
It was just smaller that the diameter of my ring.  It was a very 
effective way of ensuring Jason didn’t do anything rash on his trip.
Saturday lunchtime went around Debbie’s.  She’d said lets make the 
most of Jason being away so we can really get down to serious girl-
talk.  
“Have a beer.” said Debbie as I walked into her kitchen.  It was a 
beer I’d not had before but I noted a bitter taste.  
“Go on get it down.  I’m three ahead of you.”  I drank the lot.
Instantly Debbie’s mood changed.  “So Anne, we have a long weekend 
to get to know each other a little better.”  Her hand slid down my 
back and firmly squeezed my butt.  I already felt a little light-
headed from that strange beer.
Debbie showed me a pair of plastic handcuffs saying “What do you 
think of these for Jason?
“They’re too flimsy” I replied.
“Plenty good enough to hold you”.  With a laugh and look of play, 
she slipped them onto one of my wrists.  “Come on let me put them 
on you and see if you can break them”.  I found myself strangely 
relaxed and yielded, placing both hand out straight in front.”  If 
it wasn’t for that drink I would have seen the next step coming.
No, cheating now.  Hands behind your back.”  Before I knew it she’s 
handcuffed me with my hands behind me.  “There, now get out of 
that.”  She challenged, leaving me to struggle against the cuffs 
and the effects of the drink while she went out of the room.  She 
was right, although the cuffs looked like they were a child’s toy, 
they were the real thing and there was no way I could get free.  By 
the time Debbie returned, I was sweating from my exertions.
“Well Anne, the effects of that drink should have softened you up 
nicely by now.”  My head certainly felt very light.
“Now Anne, you know I am a natural dominant and I have decided that 
I need a fresh slave to play with.  The fact that you are now 
standing in my kitchen, handcuffed behind your back, it is clear 
this will be you.  I was speechless, suddenly realising my 
predicament and pulled even harder on the cuffs, without success.
OK, let’s get over this awkward part where you still want to talk 
to me as your neighbour and tutor for your domination of Jason, but 
it’s time to move on.
“Now look here Debbie” I started, but she was way ahead of me and 
frog-marched me into her back room where she kept all her 
domination equipment that I had always assumed was for her men.  I 
had absolutely no idea Debbie was also into dominating women.  
Without a pause, Debbie grabbed a dog leash clip on the end of a 
rope hanging from a pulley in the ceiling, clicked in onto the 
cuffs and hauled on the other end of the rope, abruptly pulling my 
arms upward, forcing me to bend forward.  She pulled harder and 
tied the rope off on a wall hook, leaving me teetering on tiptoe to 
ease the pressure on my arms.
She added a headband, tied it back to my hand-cuffs and tensioned 
it so my head was pulled hard back.
“Debbie what the hell do you think you are doing.  Great joke, but 
that’s enough.  Let me down before I lose my temper.”
She had everything planned and to hand.  Without saying anything 
she went to a drawer and took out an inflatable gag similar to the 
one I used on Jason.  She stood in front of me with her legs 
deliberately spread wide, lifted her short skirt to display a fully 
shaved fanny.  I gulped as she pushed the deflated rubber gag 
deeply into her without much resistance.  She was obviously very 
wet.
Rather than telling me to open my mouth, to my surprise she covered 
it with wide tape.  Now she had me immobilised and not able to make 
a sound, she took her time working the gag in and out of her 
fanny.  I could see white cum streaks on the black gag as she 
picked up the pace.  After a couple more minutes of this she moved 
close to me and must have been watching my breathing as, at the 
moment that I was about to breath in, she suddenly produced one of 
this nose clips swimmers wear and quickly placed it on my nose.
I was instantly in a total mess.  It was impossible for me to draw 
a breath and I started to panic.  Debbie silently watched me as I 
struggled.  It was probably only some ten seconds but it felt like 
minutes when she suddenly ripped the tape from my mouth.  I 
desperately tried to gulp in my first breath, but Debbie had 
removed the dripping gag from her pussy and brusquely forced it 
deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.  She quickly 
gave it several pumps to fully inflate it rock hard in my mouth and 
prevent me from pushing it out.  Only then did she remove the nose 
clip so that I could breath.  I could taste her juices as they ran 
down my throat.
“Nice to taste your new Mistress is it?  Anne, I think you’re 
starting to realise that, having trained many, many slaves, I can 
train you to be totally under my control before the weekend’s out.  
Whether you like it or not.  I have only given you an insight to 
the simplest methods for you to control Jason.  Because you have 
this insight, it will be necessary for me to use much more forceful 
methods on you to ensure you are trained correctly.”
“Now, it’s a hot day and your exertions already have you sweating.  
How about us getting you out of those clothes, hmm?”  I didn’t 
respond.
Debbie moved out of my field of view and a couple of seconds later 
there was a load crack and I felt an enormous pain in my butt.  
Debbie had taken a full swing with a belt or whip to me and it hurt 
like bloody hell.
“So, what do you think slave?  Time to get you stripped is it?”  I 
couldn’t make any sound so I nodded as best I could given the 
headband.  
Although groggy from that drink, I naively thought I may be able to 
get free when Debbie undid the cuffs to remove my clothes.  Knowing 
how Debbie was always well organised, I should have guessed that 
she’d have this covered.
“I trust you want to assist in any way you can?  OK, let’s start 
with the pants.  From now on Anne, you will not wear pants again -
ever.  You will only wear skirts with nothing underneath, apart 
from stockings.  Easy access to you is important.”  
I was still semi-suspended, so Debbie easily removed my slacks and 
knickers in a very casual way as if she had done all this many 
times before.  Her proficiency in all of this made me feel there 
was little chance of me avoiding whatever Debbie had planned for my 
training.  As it turned out I was absolutely right.
“As you’re not used to being up on your toes yet so your calves 
will be hurting quite a bit by now Hmm? The punishment and 
patronising tone was just like I used on Jason.  You can stay on 
tiptoe or, if you promise to behave, you can borrow my high heels.  
My highest pair should allow you to take a rest.  
“If you yield to me 100%, I will let you wear the heels?”
My ass was still stinging from the last time I failed to yield to 
her and I found myself nodding automatically 
She disappeared upstairs and returned with a pair of incredible 6” 
high with heavy ankle straps that were obviously fitted with a 
padlock.  She also had a long pole with the padlocks in rings on 
either end. 
Debbie threw down the shoes at my feet.
Get them on –quickly and gave a light flick of the wrist with a 
light whip across my ass.  The level of pain was enormous, I 
couldn’t imagine a swipe with real force behind.  The whip really 
made me jump into action with the shoes.
“Get your legs apart as far as you can.  Put them onto these raised 
boards on either side.”  I now had the high heels on and was now 
very spread.  My feet were up on the boards a few inches from the 
floor.  The bar was adjustable so it only took Debbie a few seconds 
to secure it to both ankles
God knows what she’d put in that drink, but I my head was 
swimming.  Debbie was now running her hand between my legs, stoking 
the outer lips of my pussy.  Again, she seemed to know all the 
right moves and I was starting to get randy.  I couldn’t move my 
feet but I involuntarily pushed back onto her hand.  Debbie pushed 
several fingers into me.
“Hmm! Oh dear, we seem to be getting a bit wet -don’t we.”  I found 
myself nodding.
All this fuzz will have to go.  We have three days of the long 
weekend to get you into shape and we’ll certainly be able sort a 
small detail that that –Yes?  
Again I meekly nodded.  “My God.”  I thought to myself.  “I’m 
already following along like a broken pony.  Where on Earth will I 
be if Debbie’s going to work on me the whole weekend.
“Now it’s time for your ring.  Not as heavy as Jason’s, but weights 
will make up for that”  
I started to sweat as Debbie put her rubber gloves and proceeded to 
put a substantial ring through my clit hood.  
“Most rings have a ball to rest on the clit, but this one takes a 
bar that takes weights that lever it against the clit.  You’ll 
always know when this beauty’s fully weighted.  You do want t o 
please your Mistress don’t you?.”  Beamed Debbie.  “There you go.  
Now we can get you stabilised so you can’t get free while we sort 
your top.  
She clipped a very thin cord line onto the ring, taking the line 
through my legs and tied it off on a ceiling hook where I couldn’t 
reach the line with my hands.  Debbie undid my handcuffs, but 
because my legs were fully spread teetering on very high heels and 
tethered by my hood, I still couldn’t move.  Any slip by me and I’d 
tear out the ring!
Standing back now, Debbie coldly told me to take off the rest of my 
clothes.  Ever since Debbie got the handcuffs on me, she has 
controlled every element of each event.  Again, just as Debbie 
wanted, I could only do as she ordered.  She told me to put the 
cuffs back on” 
I was having to concentrate on keeping my balance in those heels to 
avoid putting tension on my ring tether, as Debbie began to roll 
and pull at my nipples in a heavy handed but casual way.  Just like 
she was making bread.  My nipples quickly reacted to such harsh 
treatment.
“There you go, that’s more like it they’re coming up well now, but 
these nipples are not at all how I want.  They need piercing 
straightaway, then continual attention over a long period to 
enlarge and stretch them to what I expect.  This will of course 
make them very sensitive, especially under the kind of clothes 
you’ll be wearing.  That is all OK isn’t it Slut?”
Again, I found myself nodding inanely.
“OK, the heavy rings I think –yes?”  She waited for my nod before 
proceeding to get them from a drawer.  
“Your nipples are well up now so I can set the rings really well 
back.  This is important if we agree that your nipples need really 
heavy stretching.  I can see that I’ll have some fun with these.  
Well, are we in agreement?”  
As she spoke, she fingered the cord attached to my clit.  It was as 
much as I could do try and follow the movements from Debbie to 
avoid tension to my ring.
Her movements gradually increased so that I was on tiptoe despite 
the heels before I realised where I was and blurted.  “Please, 
please, I agree.  Mistress my nipples do need your full and 
strenuous training.”
With that she let me go, only to attach a strong nipple clamp onto 
each of my nipples.  She attached the nipple clamps to the opposite 
wall on long elastic cords.  She tensioned them up and wasn’t 
satisfied until I was really grimacing and groaning through my gag..
Using the same needles as Paul had used on Jason, she pierced both 
nipples horizontally as far back as she could.  Given my nipples 
were already stretched to the limit, when she removed the cords, 
the rings seemed to put my nipples into tension all on their own.  
As the pain from the pulling from the cords subsided, I could feel 
the pull from the rings against each breast as they held the 
nipples erect.
Debbie seemed pleased with herself.  “There, that will have the 
effect I was looking for.  Now for the chains.”
She had a whole range of fairly heavy chains –the sort you’d see on 
the leash of a small dog.  She spent some time selecting the right 
length of chain and I was relieved she selected one that was not 
very heavy. She attached the chain between each nipple ring but 
what I hadn’t realised was that Debbie had chosen the length of 
chain very carefully.  A second ring hung from the nipple chain and 
just reached my clit ring.  She attached the long chain to her belt 
and smiling said.  “Now, that your pierced and chained, we can get 
you off those boards.” She released the cord to my clit ring and 
removed the spreader bar but left the tiny padlocks on the ankle 
straps of the high-heeled shoes.  It was a relief to get my legs 
back together
She moved toward the door.  The sharp tugs on both nipples as her 
movement tensioned the chains, made we quickly follow her.
Debbie spent the next 10 minutes ignoring me as she went around the 
house tidying away cups and a few other things.  With my hands 
cuffed behind my back, naked except for 6” high-heels, and a fully 
inflated gag in my mouth I had no choice but to silently follow 
being careful not to allow the gap between us increase to the point 
where the chains were tight.  #### do this at a party
Debbie certainly knew exactly what she was doing with the chains.  
When I stood perfectly still, there was a slight pull between the 
nipples and this wasn’t too bad, but as soon as I walked or even 
turned around, the sway of my rather large tits yanked at my 
nipples, making them throb.  The weight on my clit was rubbing away 
far too effectively for my liking and, despite my efforts, it was 
making me really randy.  As I walked the weighted rod passed to and 
fro over my rising clitoris –and Debbie was making sure I did 
plenty of walking!
I hadn’t noticed, but the gag had a small plug in central screw 
hole, which Debbie now removed.  It allowed me to breathe through 
it, that is until she screwed in a length of tube.
“Now, with this tube I can either feed you with any liquids I like, 
or by putting the nose clip back on allow you to breathe through 
the tube.  The drink seems to be wearing off a bit so let’s get 
that nose clip.  Have you had pot?”  I shook my head.
“Oh well, this is going to be fun”.  She attached the end of the 
tube to a bong and lit up what looked like a very large amount of 
hemp.  My normal breathing immediately drew the smoke through the 
tube, into my lungs.
“That’s no good at all, you lazy bitch.  I need you to breathe 
deeply.  We’re going to get you high as a kite.”  With that she 
attached the long chain to my clit ring and looking me straight in 
the eye, applied the smallest amount of tension until I was on tip-
toe –even in the 6” heels.  I immediately sucked for all I was 
worth on her joint.  I was quickly falling under her spell.
“That’s a bit more like it.  No letting up now until you’ve worked 
your way through all that hash.  We’ll make use of the time getting 
you into a nice corset.  Like your new jewellery and the hash, this 
will help reinforce my control over you.  I knew your size from the 
clothes we used to swap and I have had a corset made to put your 
waist under sufficient stress until we can progress to full tight-
lacing once you have become accustomed to wearing a corset.”
“Keep breathing deeply like a good little Slut while I fetch your 
corset.” instructed Debbie.  When she returned some 5 minutes later 
I hadn’t made a dent in thehuge pile of hash Debbie had put in the 
bong, but I already hardly knew where I was.
“This is no good at all, if you haven’t finished your hash by the 
time I’ve done up your corset, I’ll have to get much tougher, you 
obstinate little bitch.  Now turn around and spread your legs for 
me –wide.”  Her tone was very sinister.  Breathing as deeply and as 
fast as I could, I turned round and spread legs until I was nearly 
falling off my heels.  Debbie showed me a very pliable but thick 
heavy leather strap some 2” wide and about a foot long.
“This is my ‘little Slut tamer’.  It always brings my Sluts to 
heel.  If you move your legs together at all, you get a repeat 
slap, but harder.  Are you OK with that?”  She waited for me to nod 
agreement before going round behind me.
“Such a pretty sight so well spread and balanced up on those 
heels.  Now this little taster is for not taking your hash properly 
when told.  You do agree that you were not trying hard enough while 
I was gone, don’t you.”  I nodded.
“Push that pussy out as far as it will go, ready for my little slut 
trainer”.  Debbie stroked my pussy from behind with the strap 
before giving it a good slap.  It hurt like hell and instinctively, 
I drew my knees together.
“Oh dear, more disobedience.  Spread them again Slut, we’ve got to 
do it again only harder and keep doing this until you learn.”
Debbie slapped my pussy another five times until she was satisfied 
with the way I stood still for her.  Only then did she start to put 
on my corset.  She tightened it to the point where it was really 
hurting and I thought it must be fully closed at the back.
“There, that will do for now”.  She gave me a hefty slap on the 
rump as an owner would give his dog.  “Now how are you doing, still 
wet?”  She thrust three fingers into me as far as she could to get 
them well lubricated so she could slide her middle finger to the 
knuckle up my ass.  I tried to move away.
“Hmm bit tight is it?  In future, you will always push back onto me 
or whatever is being inserted into any of your orifices.  To help 
you out, we’d better get your ass stretching underway 
immediately.”  With that she produced a butt plug a well over 2½ ” 
in diameter necking down to 2“ at the end to prevent me pushing it 
out.  The very end had a tee bar to stop it disappearing up my 
ass.  She rubbed the plug around my pussy and pushed it all the way 
home to the tee bar stretching me to the limit.
“That should lube it OK”.  She then eased the small end into my 
asshole.  I couldn’t help but tighten against the plug.
“So you won’t take your plug like a good little Slut eh?  To do 
this properly will need quite a bit of time, so I’ll hand this part 
of your training to Paula.”
“Who was Paula” I thought.  But, for the moment, I was just pleased 
to not have the plug.
“Now that you’ve finished your hash, let’s adjust your corset.  You 
should have settled into it by now and we can fully tighten you 
up.”  With that, she adeptly re-tightened the corset starting at 
the top and bottom simultaneously, working to the centre getting 
tighter as she went and repeated the whole thing twice more until 
the laces were fully closed.  I could hardly draw enough breath for 
anything but the lightest of activities.
“There you go.  From now on you are to wear your corset like this 
all the time.  Do you understand?  Another nod.
The corset had half cups that left my nipples free with their rings 
still pulling them to full erection.  With or without the corset, I 
could see the clothing as well as the chain between them would 
continually stimulate my presented nipples.  What with all this and 
the weights pressing the small lever onto my clit, I could see that 
I would be permanently held close to an orgasm.
Debbie could see that I couldn’t run off even if I wanted to –
especially given the 6” heels fitted with those tiny padlocks.
Debbie unlocked the cuffs and removed the gag.  
“So Slut, how do you like being my new slave hmm?”
Stood there, high on hash wearing nothing more than a corset and 
heels with my nipples and clit throbbing from the sensations 
produced by the piercings, I felt so intimidated by Debbie in the 
role of super dominant which I had never seen before.  To say she 
had me at a disadvantage would be the biggest understatement 
possible.
“Debbie, I …..”.  
“You know better than that Slut.”
“Mistress, I am totally lost and confused”
“Good, then you’re going to be highly receptive to all your 
training that is to follow.”
Debbie removed the weights pressing onto my clit and began to 
expertly work it with her thumb while sliding a couple of fingers 
into my pussy.  She seemed to know exactly how to bring me to the 
point of no return, but then slowed down to keep me there –just as 
I do with Jason.
I was breathing rapidly with short breaths due to the corset and I 
was sweating profusely.  With her spare hand she started to work my 
tender nipples to get me even more under her spell as she softly 
said.  “You seem to be succumbing well my little Slut.  Are you 
ready to ready to commit to obey me in all things.
“Yes Mistress…… if you will just let me come.
“Hmm, I can make you come many, many times but for the moment I 
think we’ll just work you up into a really good juicy sweat while 
we wait for Paula to arrive.  She should be here any minute now.
Even in stupor, I was suddenly frightened of the prospect of 
someone else seeing me like this.  Debbie seemed to be enjoying my 
dilemma.
“Oh dear, don’t like the idea of being seen by Paula do you?”
“No Mistress.”
“Well, you’re right to be concerned.  Paula is a tough dominatrix 
with a real grudge against posh women such as you and she’ll be 
very eager to help with your training.  It’s one way of venting the 
chip she has on her shoulder.  One things for certain, if anyone 
will put you through your paces, it will be Paula.”
I visibly gulped at this and it raised a broad smile from Debbie.
Chapter 10
The door bell rang.  “Aha that’ll be her, but let’s make a bit more 
fun of it, put on this blindfold”.
“Hi Paula.  Well here she is.  You can see that we’ve made good 
progress since she arrived this morning.  I’ve pierced her exactly 
as we discussed and I had her close to an orgasm just before you 
arrived.”
I felt so very strange as new fingers roughly inspected my nipples 
making me gasp.  Then, without speaking the hands made it clear I 
was to spread my legs.  I obviously took too long to respond and a 
very heavy stinging slap on my rump made me place my feet apart.  A 
second even harder slap and a hand between my thighs signalling 
that I must spread even further.  I immediately parted my legs 
absolutely as far as I could.
The fingers plunged aggressively into my dripping pussy, I knew she 
was defying me to pull my legs together again.  I resisted the 
temptation.  The fingers worked away until they were covered in my 
juices before they were removed.  A moment later they were pushed 
aggressively into my arsehole and I couldn’t help but pull my legs 
together.
A new voice said.  “Debbie, I can see this Slut is going to need 
really heavy long term training to make the grade.”
Debbie agreed.  “Paula, you have much more time than I.  Can you 
help me out with this?”
“On one condition.  I have to have a free reign to handle this Slut 
in any way I wish.”
“Of course, handle the bitch how you like, but be aware that she 
has a slave husband and I have shown her basic control techniques, 
so you’ll really have to work her hard to get her into the 
condition we want.”
“Perfect.  My woman boss at work has put me through hell.  It will 
be good for me to vent my anger onto this bitch.”
Without warning, my hands were behind my back and the cuffs fitted. 
Debbie said.  “I could see the Slut was starting to panic and it’s 
a good idea to keep her restrained until she is firmly under our 
control.  Paula, lube the gag so she starts to get the taste of 
you”.
A pungent and very slippery gag was pushed into my mouth.   Paula 
tasted very different to Debbie.  The mask was removed and I looked 
at Paula for the first time.  I was astounded to see a young girl 
of only 14 to16.
Debbie smiled.  “This is your new Mistress Slut.  Don’t be misled 
by her age, she is well practised and will have you in the palm of 
her hand in no time.  Now, I need to go out for the rest of the day 
so I’ll leave you to get to know each other.”
Debbie just smiled.  “Have fun with her Paula.  Oh, and don’t worry 
if you leave any marks , the husband will do as he’s told.”  
Paula’s eyes burned into mine as she said in a chilling 
voice.  “I’m gonna give this Slut such a hard time, she won’t know 
what’s fucking hit her.” 
Now I really started to panic.  I knew Debbie quite well and felt 
that I could just about cope with her being my Mistress, but the 
thought of being abused and controlled by this young vicious girl 
was too terrible for words.
Using a single finger, my new Mistress lifted the chain between my 
nipples and raised it up until it was pulling my nipples upward.  
“Now Slut, Debbie has prepared you quite well.  The piercings are 
going to enable me to handle you so easily.  Just by raising my 
little finger a little more….now you are on teetering on tiptoe, 
even though you’re wearing 6” heels”  Paula’s look of gritted teeth 
broke into a broad smile as she saw that I was really struggling.
With her face inches from mine she looked me in the eye as she held 
me up.  “OK, time to get you shaved, yes?”  She increased the 
tension further to elicit my response.  Sucking on Paula’s juices 
on the gag, I nodded.
As she walked out of the room she threw back the line. “On your 
back and make yourself available, I’ll get the razor.”  
Relieved that I could relax my aching calves, I lowered myself onto 
the carpet as best I could given my hands were cuffed behind me.  I 
thought I’d better spread my legs wide ready for her return.  Paula 
returned with a man’s razor, shaving cream and laid a towel down 
beside me.  “Lay on this.”  I shuffled across and spread myself 
again.
Paula quickly had me thoroughly and completely shaved.  She really 
made sure there wasn’t a single hair left.
“You will get that sub husband of yours to shave you like this 
every day.  If I find you with even the slightest stubble, you will 
be severely punished.”  She took my hood ring between her thumb and 
forefinger and pulled at it steadily until I was giving out a 
muffled squeal on the gag.  I gave a pronounced nod to make her 
stop, but she was making a point and kept her grip for a further 
two full minutes until I was visibly sweating.
“Ha! So maybe now you are beginning to understand just how serious 
your position is.  We might as well get underway with your training 
then.  You do want to be trained don’t you?”  Without any coercion 
I immediately nodded.
“Your nipples are much too small and need to be enlarged.  Your 
rings will help this but you must wear these vacuum cups.  She 
placed a small clear tube onto each nipple over the rings and 
pumped the bulb connected to them until I could really feel them 
sucked hard into the tubes.  She removed the connecting tubes to 
leave my nipples red and very wollen in their little containers.  
“Hmm, your gag can come out now –but you only speak when I allow 
it.”
She deflated the gag and removed it before sitting in an armchair.  
“Stand next to me here and put one foot on the arm of the chair so 
I can work on that shaved pussy of yours.”
The arm of the chair was quite high and what with the heels, I 
really had to stretch to get into position.
Casually using one hand, Paula’s thumb went onto my clit and her 
middle finger slit effortlessly inside me straight to my G spot.  
Making only slow small movements she quickly got me breathing hard 
and at the point where I was gyrating my hips trying to fuck her 
hand.  I thought to myself:  “This kid was way too good at this, 
she must have been trained by an expert, maybe Debbie.”
Looking me in the eye she said.  “That’s a good little Slut, you’re 
moving along fine now aren’t you.”
This girl had me right where she wanted me.  All I could say 
between gasps was “Yes Mistress.”
Her hand had stopped moving completely by now as she left all the 
work to me.
She quietly said  “Slower” and reluctantly, I decreased my pace.
Paula raised her eyebrows with a knowing look that made me feel so 
foolish to be controlled like this by a young girl half my age, it 
seemed to add so much to my humiliation –and she knew it.
“We don’t want you having any unnecessary orgasms do we, so we’ll 
work you like this until I can read you completely.  
So while I am understanding exactly how to control your urges, 
let’s get some ground rules sorted.  
1.	You are not allowed to touch or allow your pussy to be 
touched except when specifically instructed by me or anyone I give 
you to.  When hubby shaves you, that’s all he does.
2.	From now on, I will effectively also control hubby through 
you.  I will instruct you on how you will treat him and when to let 
him cum, etc, etc.  On those occasions that I allow him to fuck you 
this will always be in the ass.  This is the only way that you may 
be able to orgasm in my absence.  I will keep working that ring of 
yours to continue your stretching and to increase your ready access 
and sensitivity here.
3.	Starting right now, whenever I am working you, or anyone 
else you’re given to, you will announce when you are getting close 
to an orgasm.  Needless to say, if you ever orgasm without specific 
permission you will be severely whipped.
4.	You will wear 6” shoes or mules and your fully closed 
corset at all times until I decide it is time to progress to the 
next smaller size.  You are allowed a total of one hour a day to 
bathe.  After which, Hubby can put you into your corset shave you 
etc.
5.	You will wear these nipple vacuum cups all day and pump 
them up fully at least very hour –the peep on your digital watch 
will remind you. At night you can just pump them fully last thing 
and then restart hourly when you wake.  If you are out, you can 
leave the tubes connected and clip the pumper to your corset and 
pump it through your clothing.
Is this all clear and agreed Slut?”  My Mistress was still working 
me towards an orgasm, albeit very slowly and the hash had softened 
me up considerably.
“Yes Mistress, I agree to everything” 
Paula was watching me closely, reading exactly what state I was in 
and where I was in her training program.  
“Very good.  Now how close are you to coming?”
“Starting to get there Mistress, but can I please go a little 
faster please.”
“Don’t be so impudent.  It is not for you to ask you just do as you 
are told.  For that you can go slower.  Now work to this pace.”  
She gave me a new much slower rhythm and removed her thumb from my 
clit.  She now offered all her fingers and thumb for my pussy to 
stretch around.  By resting her elbow on the arm of the chair she 
gave me something much firmer that I could work against.  I was now 
desperate to get whatever penetration I could and pushed down 
harder on the painfully slow rhythm.
Gradually over the next ten minutes my desperation to have an 
orgasm was such that I had worked the whole of her hand into my 
pussy and her knuckles were now passing in and out of me albeit 
with difficulty.
“Deeper now, time to really make you sweat” she smiled.
The humiliation was terrible as we looked into each others eyes.####
Keeping this painfully slow rhythm, I pushed harder until over the 
course of a few minutes I could feel Paula’s long nails touching 
the top of my vagina.
“That’s a bit more like it my stuck up little slave.  You’re 
finally getting a decent stretching aren’t you, hmm?””
“Mistress, I am getting close to coming” I gasped.
“Yes, I know, but don’t worry your little head about that, just do 
as you’re told.  I have the measure of you now and you certainly 
won’t be cumming this weekend.  You understand that you need this 
for your training.  That is OK isn’t it, hmmm?
“Yes Mistress” was as much as I could say between thrusts.
“There’s a good little Slut I have you right in the palm of my hand 
now and that’s where you’re going to stay. What do you think? –
working well now aren’t we?  Hmm?
“Yes Mistress.”
“Keep to this rhythm now and tell me when you’re within 5 seconds 
of your orgasm”
Paula slowed me down yet again.  The frustration was terrible and I 
wanted to plead with her to let me come, but I knew it would not be 
any use. 
 Finally I able to say. “Mistress, I am coming”.  She just 
said “Fine” and removed her hand from my fanny.  “Not bad my little 
Slut, that little exercise has given me all I need to know, I can 
now read you like a book and I’ll be able to keep you right on the 
edge all the time.  Now, Debbie said you need stretching, ah 
there’s the butt plug”.
Paula hummed a tune and smiled at me as she put plenty of lube on 
the butt plug and stood it upright on a small stool in the centre 
of the room.  Clipping a short chain to my clit ring she told me to 
lower myself onto the plug.  With Debbie’s 6” heels, I had to bend 
my knees and drop about 10”.  She positioned me so the tip of the 
plug was about an inch inside my ass.  “Now don’t move while I rig 
you up”.  I hadn’t noticed but there were small rings set in the 
floor and she clipped my clit ring chain to it with a second light 
chain from the laces on the rear of my corset to a second ring in 
the floor behind the stool.  With these attached, it was impossible 
for me to straighten up –even the inch or so to get off the butt 
plug.
“There you go, that should sort you out.  Let’s get you back onto 
some more hash while the stretching is taking place”.  
With that she completely re-filled the bong and attached the tube 
to the plug in my mouth and added the nose clip, before leaving the 
room.
Very quickly I could feel the ache in my thighs as I tried to avoid 
putting my weight onto the but plug, but this sadistic little bitch 
who was barely a teenager knew exactly how to control my every 
response.  It was clear to me that Paula was going to be far more 
demanding and a much more severe a taskmaster than Debbie.  I began 
to fear what state I would be in and how much I would be under her 
control by the end of a long weekend of such intense training.  
Incredibly, Paula’s bong-full of hash was even stronger than 
Debbie’s and, just as Paula knew, I was now breathing fast and deep 
as I strained to keep from sliding down onto the enormous butt plug 
pressing insistently at my ring. 
By the time Paula returned some five minutes later, I had slid down 
most of the length of the plug which was now well inserted in my 
ass and the bong was empty.
“Not bad, but you’re still resisting you stuck up bitch.  Oh what 
fun I’m going to have keeping you permanently under my total 
control, even when I’m not with you”  
Looking me in the eye, she placed a hand on my shoulder to add a 
little weight.  My legs were already shaking from the strain, but 
this made them much worse.
“That’s it, get down on your plug like a good slave girl.  Even his 
one’s tight, but just you wait until I get you onto the big sizes”, 
She cooed.
It was now impossible for me to control my legs to any degree, but 
with a massive effort, I managed to straighten my legs a little to 
take the pressure off my stretched ring.  However, the light chains 
attached to my clit ring and the back of my corset quickly 
tensioned to stop me getting off that awful big butt plug the 
little minx had placed under me.
“Very impressive, this little exercise will strengthen your thighs 
and is good for your deportment.  Now just hold it there while I re-
grease your plug”.  
She took her hand from my shoulder and redistributed the lubricant 
over the plug.  I could only hold my big push for a few seconds 
before sliding back down onto the plug, which penetrated and 
stretched my ring further thanks to the additional lubrication.
Her hand returned to my shoulder and she increased the weight 
considerably.
“OK, down you go now”.  My ring couldn’t help but yield and 
suddenly I passed over the biggest part of the plug and it slipped 
into 
Paula released the chains and had me stand up and inspected the way 
the plug was really stretching my ring to it’s limit before 
beaming “Hmm, that size will have to do for the Moment, we’ll move 
up to something more substantial later.  Now you must eat, you’ll 
need all your strength later”.
The rings through my clit hood and nipples made it easy for Paula 
to tether me in any way she wanted with a mini padlock, in this 
case my clit to a small ring in her kitchen bench seat.  I had me 
lean forward a little to get the rings close enough together to 
accept the padlock.  Only after making sure I could not move from 
the seat even a ¼” did she uncuff me and allow me to eat lunch.  
While I ate, Paula made it clear she wasn’t satisfied with the 
state of my stretched and swollen nipples.
“These nipple rings aren’t being worked to the limit.  What do you 
think my poor little cunt.  Hmm?
For the first time I could actually respond –and I also had my 
hands were free.  The only restraint on me was the ring in my clit, 
but as a result of it, I was totally incapacitated.  Paula sat 
opposite smiling and coldly looking me in the eye and waited for my 
response.
I found myself incapable of actually saying “Yes my nipples really 
did need her further attentions”.  The seconds ticked by before the 
girl of 14 smiled even wider, she leant close to my face and 
whispered.  “That’s something a like in a slave, a bit of spunk –
although I’ll soon have you broken down to my will –and you’ll be 
tasting lots of spunk in the future”.
Looking about her she found what she needed.  “Ah here it is, my 
little slut trainer.”
The rubber strip was swiftly swiped across my ass.  The stinging 
sensation was like nothing I’d felt before.  My hands automatically 
covered the smarting area.
“Now for the next little step in the controlling of my new slave.  
Hands on the table to let me know you’re ready for more.  The 
longer you take, the harder the next slap” she said slowly and 
stood there ready to administer the next swipe.
At your stage of training, I’ll only make you keep your hands on 
the table for 4 successive slaps.  Also, if you make too much 
noise, I’ll just have to lube up that gag of yours.  The choice is 
yours honey.”
Knowing there really was no choice at all, I placed both hands on 
the table.  
The next slap was even harder, but I just about managed to keep my 
hands where they were and gritted my teeth to avoid screaming out.
“Hmmm, not bad for a classy cow like you, but you posh bitches are 
hard to train to be totally under control 24/7.  You’re gonna need 
real hard work on my part for many, many weeks.  I’m really going 
to enjoy putting you in your rightful place as my plaything to do 
anything and everything I want.  Thinking about it is already 
getting me horny.”
Pulling off her top she revealed two very firm young breasts with 
huge nipples.  Despite my predicament, I found myself wondering if 
her nipples were so large because of all the women slaves she’d had 
sucking on them.
“The hornier I get, the more I enjoy my work.”  
She reached down to make sure there was enough tension on my clit 
ring.  The tiniest of tugs on my ring made me gasp.  Her hand moved 
up across my tightly laced corset to stoke my breasts and strum  my 
aching nipples.  She had very long nails and she opened her small 
hand so she could pass the nail of her middle finger into one 
nipple ring and her thumb nail into the other nipple ring.  She 
then pulled my nipples together just by closing her hand a little.  
My nipples began to throb as she worked them hard pulling and 
letting go.  
I would have thought the very hard slaps to my rump would have 
turned me off, but I was horrified to see my already extended 
nipples grow stiffer and my breathing began to quicken.
She tightened her grip on my nipple rings until she saw the obvious 
panic in my eyes before she gave by far the biggest slap yet to my 
proffered arse with her spare hand.
“There you go my posh little cunt, starting to get worked up all 
over again are we?
“Yes…..Mistress”.  Was all I could say.
Paula leant forward and kissed me full on the mouth and pushed in 
her tongue#######


Paula connected a small battery pack to the back of my corset, 
where I couldn’t see or reach it, took a wire under each arm and 
attached it to each nipple ring with small but heavy padlocks.
“This is a natty little device that will keep you in order, even 
when you have no other restraints fitted.  The current fed to each 
nipple will increase to the point where you will be rolling on the 
floor in pain.  This is the 50% level.”
Suddenly, both nipples got a tremendous jolt as the current hit 
them and it hurt like fuck.
“Oh was that a bit on the high side for a stuck up bitch who’s 
still resisting their Mistress?”
I was frightened she may do it again, or at an even higher level.
“Now, I can control the current remotely from this unit on my wrist.
“Ok, there you go, you can start on 5% to keep you ticking over”
My nipples immediately responded to the pulsating sensations from 
the tiny machine on my back.
Paula unlocked my clit ring from the bench ring and I was now 
completely free to move and to talk.  If I had any clothes on over 
my corset, even a coat, no one would know that I was in fact still 
totally controlled by this nasty little 14-year-old.
Paula took her remaining clothes and lay back on the bed.  
“Come here Anne and eat this wet pussy like a good slave girl”.
This girl really knew what she was about.  Using my name for the 
first time to order me to go down on her, brought home to me what 
was really going on.  It made me want to say “Who the fuck do you 
think you are, you stupid little schoolgirl”.
While this was going through my mind, Paula smiled at my dilemma 
and opened her legs ready to accept my mouth.  She was fully shaven 
and I could see she was sopping wet with her labia swollen ready 
for action.
“Hmmm, need a little help there Anne?  How about 10%?  What does 
this do for you Hmm?
My nipples leapt up rock hard and throbbed deeply as she turned the 
small dial on her wrist.
“Come now, time for you to service your Mistress.  You’ll be doing 
this every day from here on.  Make no mistake, I’m going to train 
you to perfection, you’ll just love to eat your Mistress at every 
opportunity.  I’m very horny and I demand good servicing –often.  
I’m also very good at all these training techniques so I’ll soon 
have you gagging to eat me –and sooo much more.”
When the dial hit 30%, I got straight to it and buried my face in 
her wet cunt.
“Now Anne you must always look at the person you are servicing”.
I looked up into the beaming face of this girl who had me totally 
under her spell.
Ann worked me hard for well over an hour telling me exactly what 
she wanted, I must have spent half this time tonguing her ring.  
She really liked this and lifted her legs to get me right in there 
before coming with a rush of her juices which by now I was eager to 
lap up.  I couldn’t help myself from becoming enormously aroused 
and desperate for deep forceful penetrative sex.
After I had thoroughly cleaned every spot of cum from Paula’s cunt 
she raised her legs so they were level with her ears and instructed 
me to clean off all the juices around her ass.  
“Come on now, get your tongue right in that ring.  
Not too bad for a first try.  Now go clean yourself up for bed. 
When I returned she put back my gag and pumped it up.  I was also 
told to cuff my hands behind my back.”  She clipped a heavy chain 
to the cuffs and attached it to a hook on the wall.  
No orgasms for you; maybe when you’re performing properly, I may 
just think about it.”  For now though these rotating dildo and butt 
plugs will keep you hot.  You won’t do much sleeping with babies, 
their mains powered.  I’ll also leave your nipples chugging away on 
10%.  She then reached under the bed a pulled out an empty carafe, 
which she pissed in until it was ¾ full –she must have been saving 
it up because there was well over a pint there.
She put a large bung with a long tube into the bottle and suspended 
10’ above me. The end of the tube connected to the hole in my gag.  
I was being fed through a drip!  I was surprised at how much 
pressure there was just from this height.  By concentrating on my 
throat and breathing I was able to stop it flushing straight down 
my throat.  
“That’s it, you see that you can control the flow, but you’ll find 
the relentless pressure will eventually overcome you so that during 
the night you will drink it all up, like all my slaves do.  This is 
will give you my taste for you to sleep on while the butt plug and 
throbbing dildo will keep you hot.  After a few weeks of this 
training you will naturally associate being randy with the taste of 
my cunt and then you’ll only have to taste me to instantly get 
horny.  Similarly, whenever you get horny, you’ll yearn for my 
cunt –or anyone else’s I decide to train you to serve.
Chapter 11
The next morning I was woken with Paula hissing “So you like to 
sleep in do you?.
I, I’m sorry Mistress.  I must have been tired from all my training 
yesterday.  I really couldn’t help it….. Mistress Paula.”  The term 
almost sounded natural as I spoke those significant words.  
Mistress Paula.  Yes, I already knew there was only one way forward 
from here, and that was to just go with the flow.
Paula commenced removing my gag very roughly.  “You stuffy cow, 
I’ll teach you to mind your place – which is as my little piece of 
ass that I can treat in absolutely any way I fucking well fancy.  
Now, just to prove the point, lick this pussy”.
She stood next to the bed and slowly lifted a leg so she could 
place one foot an the vanity unit.  Her legs were widely spread, 
just parting her swollen lips.  “Not more already”.  I thought to 
myself and was horrified in case she needed to be serviced at this 
rate all the time.
I reluctantly moved forward and brushed my face across her Mons 
Venus.  After that hour of eating Paula and getting through a pint 
of her piss, her scent was very familiar to me and already there 
were strange uncontrolled signals going through my body making me 
decidedly randy again.  Within half a minute of nuzzling, I caught 
up on the high levels of excitement with a near orgasm a few hours 
earlier.  Suddenly, I was there again, needing that dam good 
fucking from a big cock or dildo on the arm of a strong woman.  I 
was surprising myself by the second.
I plunged my tongue into her wet pussy as far as I could and just 
took in the wonderful feeling it gave me.
Looking each other straight in the eye Paula whispered to me“.  
That’s it, back where you belong now then eh Anne?
She was so right.  I worked that pussy as well as I was able until 
I felt the rush of Paula’s juices.
“That will have to do you for now, you mustn’t be spoilt. Time to 
go out shopping.  Let’s get you rigged up.  First some really 
affective duo-balls and medium sized butt plug.  Now lets see how 
those nipples have been doing with the suction cups.  Yes they’re 
coming up nicely, we’ll give them a rest and fit your voltage 
control, that way I can keep an eye on you and prevent you getting 
any silly ideas.”
The duo-balls were large and contained a large amount of mercury, 
so once Paula had pushed them deep into my fanny, the weight of the 
mercury moving from side-to-side hit me for six.  My fanny reacted 
immediately and gripped the lower ball strongly, leaving the upper 
ball wobbling all over the place.  With these alone it was 
devastating, all I could think of were the sensations inside me. 
“Let’s see you walk with these beauties in place”
As I walked around the room, the sensations from the balls was 
overpowering, they were not letting me cum, but I just found that I 
couldn’t stop keeping the balls on the move..
As I stood in front of Paula, I found that I instinctively keep the 
balls in motion by putting my weight on one legs and jigging a 
little with the other.
Next was the butt plug.  Paula said this was the medium plug, but 
it’s girth of more than 2 ½” still took a really heavy push from 
Paula to get it in.
“I’ll make sure you can’t resist like that ever again.  I’m gonna 
stretch your rich bitch ass so big you won’t be able to grip a 
toilet roll tube.  What’s needed is just bigger and bigger plugs to 
keep that little ring on your under strong tension.  What do you 
think is needed Anne”.
Again she uses ‘Anne’ when I have the strongest challenges, egging 
me on to resist.  
I knew that I had nowhere else to go and quietly agreed: “I can see 
that you are right and I really do need to be stretched”.
“Yes, that’s right, and from now on I want you to think of all and 
any ways you can for me to increase my control over you –in any way 
at all.  In this regard, you must say anything that comes into your 
head immediately without any hesitation.  Any delay will be 
punished.  Do you agree?”
“Yes Mistress, I agree, I do need to be stretched –fully. And then 
kept stretched”
“OK, let’s get this show on the road.  There that’s the plug in.  
This will give those balls something to push against.
She was right, I felt so fucking randy I hardly knew what to do 
with myself.  I just kept on wanting to gyrate.
Finally, the battery pack and leads were placed onto my nipples and 
set at 10% to immediately set both nipples throbbing and twitching 
violently.
“This coat and these heels are all you need, so let’s go posh slut, 
we’re going shopping”
“You don’t walk naturally in those heels I see.  Still, if I keep 
you in them 24 hours a day, your calf muscles will shorten up and 
in a few weeks, you won’t be able to walk without heels at all.  
Fun isn’t it?
I was hustled out the front door towards the car in the drive.  It 
was clear that I didn’t put the coat on, I’d be outside in the nude 
apart from my tight-laced corset.  The coat was mid-calf so I felt 
somewhat assured by this.  Paula told me to drive –she couldn’t 
have been old enough, but she certainly knew where she wanted to 
go.  
We arrived at a small sex shop and Paula ushered me, instructed me 
to remove my coat and introduced me to a young girl of about 18.  
“My, but you certainly know how to pick your slaves don’t you 
Paula.  She’s gorgeous.  I can see you have her nipples wired, but 
better to get her restrained.
“You’re right Jill”. And with that Paula quickly cuffed my hands 
behind my back.  I’m off to lunch for a couple of hours and I owe 
you this slut.  You can whip her up to whatever level you like, the 
only limitation is that she must not cum.
“Don’t worry about a little thing like that, you’ll get her back a 
lot less spunky and fiery, but she certainly won’t be getting an 
orgasm from me, far from it.
My nipples where fully erect as was now usual with nipple rings 
doing their devilishly effective work.  Jill waited until Paula had 
left and driven off before pushing a large inflatable gag into my 
mouth and pumping it up really hard.  She then pulled me to her by 
my nipples.  “This is where you learn how service me.  I don’t have 
time for all the emotional stuff that Paula and Debbie do.  I just 
whip you real well until you are mine.  And whenever I need to 
reinforce my control over you I can call in old favours and they 
will give you back to me whenever I want.  That will probably be 
every week.
###########
We ended up at a small tattoo and piecing palour.
Paula pushed me in, greeting the people and introducing me as her 
latest trainee.  I felt terrible and thought to run out of the 
shop.  Paula was way ahead of me here and deftly cuffed my hands 
behind my back.  She turned up the current to my nipples and I was 
rooted to the spot.
“Yes, as I was saying, this is my latest trainee.  As you can see, 
she is a stuck up little bitch and needs to be brought down a peg 
or three, so please let me know if you can think of anything you 
want her to do for you?
The woman from behind the bar spoke “Well my two teenage boys back 
there with four of their mates.  They’re at an age when they needs 
to get their rocks off several times a day, I’m sure they’d like to 
give your bitch here a hard time.”
“She certainly needs abusing, but she is not allowed an orgasm”
The woman eyed me closely before adding “I can see she’s certainly 
hot, I guess all that knee jiggling is because you’ve got her 
rigged with those giant duo-balls you use.  I know the boys could 
give her ring a fucking good stretching –she’ll find it hard to get 
off from being fucked in the ass at such an early stage of her 
training, how about it?
“That sounds pretty reasonable to me.” Said Paula as she fingered 
the control for my nipple current. “Sounds like these boys are 
prepared to put a lot of young energy towards pumping that arsehole 
of yours to get it  properly stretched out.” What do you think of 
that idea Anne?”
I could feel the current rinsing and falling as Paula continued 
playing with the control, smiling and looking me straight in the 
eye the whole time.  The sensations in my nipples increased as 
Paula turned her small dial.
“Yes, yes that would be fine” I blurted out.
“What would be fine Anne? 
She was really working hard on my nipples with that infernal 
control of hers.  I was starting to sweat and with both women 
watching my squirming there in front of them wearing only my corset 
and high heels.  Being so close to orgasm, but unable to get the 
additional stimulation needed to take me over the edge.
I finally blurted out.  Yes, I agree, I need to have my ring 
stretched every day until you are happy with it Mistress.”
Paula confirmed “How about 9.30pm every evening”.
Sounds good to me.  We can go through some business while they play 
upstairs”.
As they rushed me upstairs Paula called after them. “Hey guys, now 
absolutely no touching her cunt, I need to keep our stuck-up little 
bitch hot, no orgasm for her –got it?”
The six rampant young men couldn’t get to my ring quick enough.  
Calls erupted as they unearthed my balls and butt plug which they 
quickly removed.  I assumed the balls were removed to make sure I 
wouldn’t get enough stimulation to reach orgasm.  The plug was 
replaced by a big prick ramming to the hilt, along with another in 
my mouth.
An enormous erection entered my stretched arsehole slamming hard up 
to the hilt, then out past the rim before plunging in again.  
Although they were half my age, they knew exactly what to do.  I 
guess they’d been given slaves in the past.  They all had the view 
that it was best for the slave to drink their cum.  As each of them 
approached orgasm, they took their cocks from my arsehole and 
shoved it deep into my mouth to pump their cum down my throat.  
Paula stayed on hand to make sure I sucked them dry before 
swallowing every last drop.  I’d never had so much spunk in a 
month, let alone a single session.
The mother returned.  “How was she boys?  Hey, you should know 
better than to give her back without re-inserting her duo-balls.  
Off you go, I’ll do it”. Once the boys had left, she turned me over 
onto my back, which was uncomfortable as I was still cuffed.  She 
took a cord from each of my ankles as tied it to the leg of the 
double bed so that my ankles were up past my head and a third from 
the bottom of my corset.  She tightened the ropes to spread me 
fully with my arse in the air.
“Here you go honey.  My, my, but you are in a state aren’t you? -
really hot.  Now let’s get those balls back in and working.”  She 
pushed the first ball into my swollen pussy and, using her 
forefinger, casually pushed it up as far as she could.  She then 
inserted the second ball and again used her finger to shove both 
balls in deep as deep as they’d go.
“No problem getting these balls right up there when you’re this wet 
is there honey?” 
She raised an eyebrow and looked at me waiting for my reply as she 
gently thumbed my clitoris.
Come, come, honey we both know you’re so desperate to orgasm that 
you’ve no willpower to resist me.
A finger slide into my arsehole up to the knuckle.  I gasped and 
replied.  “Given the enthusiasm of your boys for my ass and mouth, 
it was hardly surprising that my pussy was in need of a good 
fucking.”
“Paula said. Well you know what No orgasms for you, but it won’t 
stop you trying by working on those balls”.
She continued to work on my clit until she could see my pussy 
rhythmically clenching and releasing as the balls started to work 
me back into a lather, all over again.
“That’s a good girl, you just keep those balls moving.  Now, how 
does that ring of yours feel, hmm honey?
“Rather tender and puckered” I managed to say between gasps.
“Is that all!  Sounds like we need to keep the stretching going 
then, Yes?
“Yes –please”. I blurted out
“Good, that’s what I like to hear.  Now the boys have softened your 
ring up we can move to something more substantial.  You do you want 
a nice big plug don’t you”.  This woman was obviously in on the 
whole scene of my domination and she was obviously progressing me 
through another step.
She showed me an enormous plug that must have been 3” in diameter 
necking down to maybe 2½” at the Tee bar.  She covered it in lube.
“This should do the job.  Now relax so I can get you all set up”.
She stood over my raised rump so she could apply all her weight, 
only easing off as my ring approached the maximum diameter where 
she could easily hold it at that point, allowing the plug to 
stretch my ring fully as my sphincter muscles instinctively gripped 
the plug hard.
“That’s it.  Work that ring hard now, the more you grip the plug, 
the more effective the stretching”.
After some 5 minutes, my muscles finally started to relax their 
tight grip on the plug.
“OK, but you’re not there yet.”  She now commenced twisting the 
plug and moved it in and out just enough to get my ring to respond 
again.
“There you go, keep working that ring of yours.
Finally, she fully inserted the plug and stood over me as she 
raised her skirt to show a shaved pussy.  She had her own ‘slut 
trainer’ strip of heavy rubber, just like Paula’s in her hand and 
slapped her thigh with it lightly.  I gulped
“Now if you’re really well behaved I may not feel the urge to give 
that exposed pussy of yours a real good slapping”.  She turned and 
faced my throbbing fanny and gave it a crack with her slut 
trainer.  It really made me jump, but the ropes were tied very 
tight and held me so well, I hardly moved at all.   She lowered 
herself so that her pussy and ring were ½” above my mouth.  I knew 
what I had to do and started licking for all I was worth.
“Hmm, not bad, I can see this is all going to work out 
beautifully.  Now you know you’re not allowed to cum don’t you?  So 
you’d better slow down a good bit.  That’s better, you just work at 
that rate while you lick.”
Asshe started to approach her orgasm she used the Slut trainer 
again ###########
Chapter 12
It was an hour or more later by the time I got downstairs and was 
handed back to Paula.  My tongue was feeling sore from all the muff 
diving I’d been doing and my arse was stretched out so tight by 
that enormous plug, I could hardly walk.  Even so, those damn balls 
were so incredibly effective at keeping me hot, I couldn’t stop 
grinding those balls against the plug with my fanny.
Chapter 13
Jason was due back Monday evening and I had to go to work on the 
Tuesday morning, but Paula had it all planned.
Control through the computer
Video to blackmail with
Housework
Body posture training
tightlacing
Chastity belt
Drugs to make her timid and dependent

Ginger her up 
shopping
Paula removed her hand and pressed her wet gathered fingers into my 
asshole.  She knew that I was too far gone to resist and I 
immediately worked my ring onto her hand.
It took the best part of an hour for my ring to become stretched 
enough to accept her knuckles and I was sopping wet with sweat when 
I was again able to say that I was approaching an orgasm.
Chapter ##
“It is time for you to have your own slave to train.  There is a 
girl in my office that needs to be put in her place.  I’ll get her 
here for the weekend on some pretext, the rest will be up to you