Who’s The Boss?

I found her. I seduced her. I made her explore her submissive side. I enslaved her. And now I was losing her. I do not like that idea.

Let me begin at the beginning. I am Dave, a teacher in an exclusive private school with more than 15 years of seniority. I am in my early 40's, 6 ft. tall and slightly overweight. Deidre just got her teaching license and was starting her first year at our school. I was asked to mentor her, to guide her through the early trials of teaching. This couldn’t have worked out any better.

Deidre was 5ft 2inches, blonde and blue eyed. She was a small, 32 inch hips, 22 inch waist but was a little top heavy, she was a 34c. She was cute, young enough to be my daughter. I would do my best to teach her all my experience, as Yogi Berra once said, and I was looking forward to getting very well rewarded for my efforts.

It did not take long for my mentoring to move outside the school and into restaurants and nite clubs. I kept my moves very subtle, and soon I found myself invited into her apartment for the proverbial “cup of coffee.”  As we were enjoying our conversation, I excused myself and went to the men’s room to take a piss. I had a feeling that I would need my cock for other things before too long. 

I reviewed what I knew about Diedre. I planned to make her my slave, everything about her made her a great candidate. She was not very experienced, and did not particularly enjoy the experience that she had. She had been with a few young men, who did not know how to satisfy her, and were awkward and came too soon. Her father was very strict and had spanked her until he died in a car accident when she was 12. She did not masturbate very often, and felt very guilty when she did. She was a case book example of repressed sexuality. I would use my age, experience and fatherly role to bring her into my web.

When I came out, she had changed into some thing “more comfortable”.  I could see that she had removed her bra and was wearing a “Hostess gown” that was flattered her figure. I could see her nipples stand out like small cherries. I knew that she wanted to see if she would be able to enjoy sex, as I had told her the problem was with her young partners, not with her. We did some necking and petting in the living room but I soon took her into her bedroom, where she still slept with stuffed animals. I was determined to give her such an experience as to insure her at least two orgasms and thereby begin her journey down the path toward being my total sex slave.

I unbuttoned her gown and started to kiss her beautiful tits, alternating between them, kissing, licking and sucking on those hard nipples, feeling them grow bigger and harder under my lips.  I often moved my mouth to her neck and lips, but I never ignored her tits. I played with them with my hands, rolling her nipples gently between my fingers, as they grew bigger and harder. I could hear the change in her breathing as she became excited. I took my time. I did not move below her waist until she was primed and ready. Finally I felt her body tense and her breathing became very labored. While sucking on one nipple and playing with the other, I gently ran my right hand down her body, lightly teasing her pussy hairs, until my fingers reached her clit. I started to rub it, very gently, but she bucked her hips against my hand. I made a note that I would have to train her in the future to remain quiet, to wait for my orders, but for now, this was most satisfactory.  I pushed and rubbed on her clit until I heard her scream with her first orgasm of the night.

She fell back, catching her breath from her first cum. I gave her a minute to relax while I got undressed myself. Then I spread her legs as I licked and sucked on her cunt. She started to climb the ladder once again, as my mouth on her clit was soon joined by two, and then three fingers up her cunt. She had never felt anything like this before. As I suspected, her boy friends knew nothing about satisfying a woman and were only interested in coming themselves. That was my goal too, of course, but, as they say, you catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar. I would make Diedre want to please me. I would make her want to be my slave.

It did not take too much longer for Diedre to reach her peak again. Her hips were bucking against my mouth and fingers. I could feel her cunt muscles grabbing and clenching against my fingers. Once again I heard her screams as she came for a second time.

That was two for her and none for me. It was now my turn. While she was still dazed, I rolled her over and raised her ass. I penetrated her dripping cunt doggie style, as hard as I could. I would take my pleasure in her, beginning to teach her that she was there for my pleasure. I took her doggie style, because she did not expect it, she only knew the missionary position. She was about to protest when I reached under her body and pinched her nipples. She gasped, a little from pleasure and a little from pain. She would learn that the two are frequently interchangeable. I kept fucking her, slow and hard. She was still excited from her two previous orgasms. I could feel her getting in to the rhythm, responding to my thrusts. I could feel her cunt squeezing my cock, trying to milk my sperm. My, she was tight. It felt good. I was determined to take her to the peak one more time before I allowed myself the pleasure of cumming, but I was getting too excited to last much longer. I brought my hand from her tits and moved it to her clit as I speeded up my thrusting. As I shot my spunk into that hot cunt, I rubbed her clit hard and could feel her cum as her cunt squeezed my cock. She started to scream just like in the porno movies, “YES, YES,  YES!!!” Then she said the words that I was waiting to hear. “Thank you, Thank you, How can I thank you? I cannot thank you enough!!”

I was waiting for that, and took the first step to making her my slave. I told her that when a woman wants to thank a man for a good fuck, and wants him to fuck her again, she takes his cock gently in her mouth and cleans it with her tongue, sucking and swallowing all his juices. Now you may not think much of this, but Deidre had never had a man’s cock in her mouth before. I don’t think she ever considered the possibility. She looked at me and asked me if I were joking. I told her that I guess she didn’t mean it when she asked what she could do to thank me and started to get up out of bed. I said I would see her in school. She panicked. She quickly apologized. I was not placated. I continued to get up. She started to cry. “Forgive me, please, I beg you, let me suck and clean your cock.” I hesitated, while I thought it over, crying, begging to suck my cock. Finally, I agreed to let her, but as I was already out of bed, she must get on her knees while she cleaned me off.

The road ahead would be long, but she had taken the first step. I don’t want to go through all the details of her progression from girl friend to submissive to slave. Very briefly, I started with lite bondage and blindfolds, keeping things very mild and making sure Deidre enjoyed the sex that I allowed her. I trained her to masturbate at my order while I watched. I ordered to masturbate 3, 4, 5 times a day at home, or in public rest rooms. I forbade her from wearing underwear so she would always feel her juices dripping down her thighs. She got used to constant  climaxes. Then I forbade her all orgasms, but ordered her to continue masturbation. She was in a continuous state of arousal. Gradually, I demanded a price for granting her permission to climax. She became a wonderful cocksucker. She begged to be fucked in the ass. She drank my piss. She licked my ass. And she thanked me for granting her these privileges. I put her on toilet restraint, allowing her three set times to piss and requiring her to ask for permission for any other time. All was well until I introduced her to the paddle, the whip and the cane.

It is not that she objected. Oh yes, at first she screamed and balked but that ended very quickly. Her tolerance increased quickly and it would take a severe paddling to get her to scream although the cane could reduce her to tears very quickly. The problem was that she grew to like it to much. Rather than encouraging obedience to my desires, Deidre seemed to want to be punished. She seemed to go out of her way to disobey me. She did not treat me with the respect I demanded. I did not understand what was happening. I used the cane more and more as her conduct got worse and worse. Then I solved the mystery.

The school year was over and I invited some friends for an end of year party. Deidre acted like a spoiled child. She ate much more than I permitted her, she drank alcoholic beverages against my standing orders, she went to the bathroom without asking permission, and what was worse, she used the bathroom to masturbate to climax in what she thought was the privacy of my bathroom. When the party was over, I had her strip and hung her by the wrists with her ankles spread. As I started to warm her up with the paddle, I noticed that she seemed to becoming more and more sexually excited. As I switched to the cane, I ran my fingers through her cunt and felt her wetness. I determined to cane her harder than ever, and as I did, I heard her cum from my whipping. She was a pain slut. She got off on pain. She was disobeying me deliberately because she enjoyed being punished.

I enjoy whipping a slave occasionally. It is meant for my pleasure not for the pleasure of the slave. What I want from a slave is obedience. I do not want a constant battle of wills and I definitely do not want deliberate disobedience, topping from the bottom, behavior deliberately designed to provoke a whipping. I have used the whip and cane as a training motivator. The slave would obey to avoid the whip. How could I train a slave to obey when the slave wanted to be whipped? If I could not find a method of training Deidre to obey, I would have to give her up. I would not allow a relationship where the slave would have her own agenda, where the slave would not obey me automatically and without question.  I stayed up all night mulling over the problem. In the morning I had an idea. I made a phone call and  then woke Deidre. It was time for a new approach.

                                Day One

    In which Dave begins a new method of training Deidre, avoiding pain but using objectification and sensory deprivation.

I had called my friend Mickey, who had a hunting lodge out in the middle of nowhere. It was perfect for my purposes. I offered him the use of Diedre if he lent me his hunting lodge. He quickly agreed. It even had a small stable which could hold four horses. There were none there now, but there was plenty of hay, and if I wanted horses he would supply them.

I had Deidre dress in a short skirt and blouse, no underwear. I let her eat breakfast and then put a blindfold over her eyes and a pair of sunglasses over her blindfold. I led her to the car, where to any passerby she looked like an ordinary pretty girl out for a ride. I quickly prepared a few gimmicks and set out for a long drive.

I did not tell Deidre what I was doing and where we were going. I had allowed her plenty of coffee at breakfast and gave her water whenever she asked. In three hours she started to ask permission to piss. It would be another 90 minutes before we arrived. The wait would do her good.

Finally we arrived. I put on her collar, (it would not do to have anyone see her collar while we were on the road) attached the leash, and took her into the living room of the lodge. She was begging to piss, I told her that I would give her permission after she stripped and got to her knees. She quickly obeyed. As soon as she did, I grabbed her wrists and cuffed them in back of her. With her eyes blindfolded, she was now completely helpless. 

She started to protest, asking what the fuck I thought that I was doing, demanding to piss and then go home. I thought it was time for her to shut up, so I took out a special ball gag. This was a sponge ball, the size of a baseball that was meant as a tub toy for toddlers. I was going to put it to another use.

For the past five hours the ball had been soaking in a bucket filled with piss. I held her nose and forced the ball into her mouth. Without her hands, there was no way that she could get the ball out of her mouth In addition to the constant taste of piss, which she never did appreciate, there was a constant pressure in her mouth, stretching her jaw muscles. It was extremely painful and the pain would only increase until I removed it.  I then put spreader bars on her ankles. She could only hobble, and could not make any attempt at denying me access to her cunt or ass. It was time to let her know what was going on.

“You are going to learn that you are nothing. I control you completely. I have taken away all your choices, all your freedom. I am taking away your name. I will address you only as slave, until I think that you deserve a name. You will learn that your only mission in life is to please me. It is only in pleasing me that you can hope to receive any pleasure. I do not expect you to get this lesson immediately. But as long as it takes, you will learn this lesson. As you show progress, I will grant you various privileges. I may choose to let you see. I may choose to let you speak. These are privileges that I may choose to give you, and can be taken away for any backsliding, or just on my whim. I will reassure you that I will do you no permanent damage. You are my property and I will not damage my property. My property does not have its own agenda. When you learn that you can have no desire, no agenda, except to please me, you will be released. Meanwhile, remain on your knees and follow me.”

With that. I took her outside, to a fire hydrant that was on the edge of the property. I told her that she was kneeling next to a hydrant, and that she should lift her right leg, remaining balanced on her left knee and piss on the hydrant. She was still upset about the change in her status. She was determined to defy me. Despite needing desperately to piss, she defied me, she refused. I was very happy as I had something else in mind. I pulled her once again, forcing her to crawl quickly after me. I went to the stables and put her in one stall, that was filled with 8 inches of straw. As I closed the door behind her I told her, “It’s too bad for  you that you did not obey me when I told you to piss, as this will be your home for a while, and if the straw gets soaked with piss it will not bother me at all.”  With that I closed the door to the stable and went to take a nap. It took me a sleepless night to think of this place and how I could use it, but I was very happy with the way it was working out.  

I took a long nap, three hours, and I went to look in on my slave.  She had pissed all over herself and on her straw bed. She stunk.  Things were working out fine. I pulled her out, still on her knees and started the next phase of her training. “I am going to pull out the gag now. This does not mean that you have permission to talk. You do not have permission to talk. I am removing the gag so that I can feed and water you. By remaining silent you will start the path to further privileges. Talk and the gag goes back. I can feed you another time.”

I was curious to see whether she had learnt anything. She had not. She took a minute to close and flex her jaw muscles and then she started to curse me. I had a fresh gag handy. This one was soaked in urine and cod liver oil. “I warned you what would happen. The next gag is soaked in dog shit. Remember that when I let you try again.” I was hoping that she would begin to learn. She was tougher nut to crack than I thought she would be. I chained her  over a bench ass out and threw buckets of water over her ass and cunt. I was going to play with her cunt and I did not want to have her piss on my fingers.

I started to play with her cunt and clit. I felt her getting wet under my fingers. I would not let her come, but I would spend the next two hours playing with her on and off. She would be brought to a peak and left hanging, I would wait ten minutes and then start again. I could feel her cunt pushing against my fingers, trying for that last little touch that would bring her the relief that she craved. She was sweating and breathing very heavily. Her thighs were soaked as her juices were dripping down from her cunt.  Finally, I thought it was time to go on to something   else.

“I know what you want slut, but I am not interested in what you want, but in what I want. I want you to obey, I want you to want to please me. If you do you will be rewarded. Until you do, you will not be allowed to cum. I am going to give you another chance. I am going to once again remove the gag so that you can be fed and watered. I want your silence.”

This time she was quiet. She was learning to obey. I had found a punishment that worked. But there was no way that she was tamed yet. I knew that I had a long way to go.

I had a large bowl of oatmeal placed on the floor. She had to kneel down to lap it up. This would be a staple of her diet for the next few days, as she was sleeping in the stables, she could eat oats like a horse. I also had a large bowl of water for her to drink. I did not want her getting dehydrated. She had just spent hours with a piss soaked gag in her mouth. I would have her drink piss later on in her training. When she had finished her meal, I told her that I was going to allow her to suck my cock. If she did it well, she would be rewarded. From the enthusiasm and skill she used to suck me, taking me deep into her throat, bobbing up and down, licking my head, sucking my shaft, I guess she thought that I would permit her to cum after I came in her mouth. She had a long way to go before she earned that privilege. No, I would feed her slices of an apple for desert after she swallowed every drop of my cum. But I did allow her to go without a gag. Her jaw muscles had been stretched enough, and it was time to give her the power to speak and see if she would not abuse it.

“I am letting you go without the gag, because you sucked my cock satisfactorily. I will allow you to answer my questions. You must begin every thing you say by addressing me as My Lord, I expect your speech to be respectful in tone as well as words. You may also request permission to speak as follows. “My Lord your slave humbly begs permission to speak.”  I may or may not grant the request. One proviso. Under no circumstances are you allowed to beg for permission to cum. This will be granted only when I deem you worthy of the privilege. You may, if you feel close to the edge, request that I stop. I may choose to ignore your request, I may choose to grant it. To a certain extent, my reaction will depend on the humbleness and sincerity of your request.  I suggest you learn to be very humble.   Further privileges will depend on how you handle the privilege of speech.”

It was time to move on to the next step in her training. I was going to teach her that she must think of me all the time, literally with every breath that she takes. I was going to start with breath control. I began by having her pant like a dog. “Stick out your tongue and pant. Keep panting until I tell you to stop.”  For the next five minutes, my slave was on her knees panting like a dog. Finally I told her that she could stop and stand up. It was time for the next step.

“Now you will breath at my command. At my command you will breath in, at my command you will breath out.  You will learn that even your very breath is only a means to give pleasure to your Lord by your obedience.”

I started with simple deep breaths. The main point was to get her used to obeying my slightest whim. I did not care if she could hold her breath for 1 minute or 90 seconds. I only cared that she would obey, and eventually, that she wanted to obey. Gradually, I changed the pace of the exercise. I mixed up short breaths with longer ones. I only called in, out, but the constant change in pace was annoying to her, making her angry. That was what I expected. Finally she stopped following my directions. I said nothing. I merely approached her quietly and without warning, punched her in the solar plexus.  She doubled over in pain and shock. It took he a while before she could catch her breath. While she was struggling, I told her that if she would not breath at my command, she was worthless and that would be her new name, Worthless. She was still struggling to catch her breath. She was still doubled over. I asked her to tell me her name. She struggled but slowly panted out “My Lord, my name is Worthless.”  Another small step in her training. We resumed training. I introduced the next step, that was going to be my signature. Rather than simply breath in and out. I started to train her to a third step, the hold. Eventually I would demand that every breath she took in, except while in school, be followed by a five second hold before she could breath out. I could not spend my life commanding Worthless to breath but she would be aware that if I caught her breathing without the five second hold, she would displease me greatly, and I was teaching her that she did not want to displease me.

She was not ready for that yet. I spent another 10 minutes controlling the pace of her breathing. I ended with another five minutes of panting. I then asked her if there was anything that she wanted to say before I put her in the stable for the night. She thought briefly and then said humbly: My Lord, your slave, Worthless, begs permission to piss and shit.”  Well, she had asked nicely, so I let her piss by the fire hydrant, as before, but I would let her wait to shit in the morning. I wanted to show her that I was in control of everything.

I had one more trick for her, or rather, one more time to play a favorite trick. I threw a bucket of cold water at her cunt to clean off the piss, then I started to finger fuck  her. I started gently, playing with her lips, as she started to moisten I invaded her cunt with one, two three fingers. Later on, I would make her take my fist, but the purpose of this session was to torment her. I had three fingers going in and out of her cunt while my thumb was rubbing gently on her clit. My other hand was playing with her tits, gently rubbing her nipples, occasionally squeezing them hard as I learnt she enjoyed. I could feel her juices flowing as she rocked herself against my hand. Her breath came in short and rapid bursts as she was moving to the forbidden promised land. Finally, she could take no more and I heard her beg. “My Lord your slave, Worthless begs permission to speak” Permission granted I replied “My Lord I humbly beg that my Lord stop playing with my cunt.”  I was not going to let her off the hook quite so easily. “Why? It seems to me that Worthless enjoys having her cunt played with” “Oh yes, My Lord, Your slave Worthless enjoys My Lord’s fingers on her cunt very much, so much that I will soon cum.” I was not finished yet, Still playing with her I continued “AND why is that a problem? Doesn’t my slave Worthless love to cum more than anything in this world?”  She was gasping and desperately trying to prevent herself from going over the top, She was holding herself rigid, not allowing herself to rock against my hand. “My Lord, above all else, I must obey you My Lord, and you have ordered me not to cum. Please My Lord, help me as I try to obey you.”

Well, that was as good an answer as I could have expected so I quickly pulled my fingers out of her sopping cunt.I locked her in the stables and went to watch a ball game on TV.

                                Who’s the Boss

                              Deidre’s Journal

Authors Note: I have been requested to go into more details of how Master felt about the way he was treating his slave. That is simple enough. I was also asked to give Deidre’s reaction to her ordeal. That is a little more difficult. I was writing this from Master Dave’s perspective. However, I do like to oblige my readers. What I am going to do is give Deidre’s journal. This will eliminate a little of the suspense from the main story line. However I remember when “The Search for Spock” came out Shatner did an interview and said, “We cannot end the film with me looking into the camera and saying, “We cannot find him.”  In other words, the story requires Master Dave to win the battle of wills.  Deidre’s journal will date from after her final acceptance of Master Dave’s will.

Master asked me to write down my reactions to his treatment of me. Of course, I now understand what Master was doing and why. But Master wants the best that I can recall of my reactions at the time.

The first thing you must understand is just how much I enjoyed and needed the climaxes that Master granted me. After that first night, my only fear was that he would leave me. I would do anything to keep him happy. Of course , at that early date, I did not know what “anything” would mean. I was shocked when Master took me doggie style. I was so innocent, I had not heard of it. And when he came inside me, and asked me to clean him off with my tongue, I thought he must be joking. This was  outside the realm of the possible. He might as well have asked me to stand on my head and juggle with my feet. It is not so much that I could not do it, it is that I never thought of the possibility.

 I soon learned that if I wanted to continue to enjoy the way Master made me cum, I would have to continually have to please him. Master could go anywhere for his sexual pleasure, I have not found anyone else who can please me the way Master can. I am extremely inexperienced and unskilled, and I knew that to keep Master happy, I would have to put pleasing him at the top of my agenda.   

And Master continued to make me feel so good. I did whatever he wanted, whatever he suggested. I became his slut. I did things that I did not believe possible. But I felt guilty. I was doing all these terrible things, things my father used to spank me for, and Master was making me feel great. I tried not to show it but I was bothered. Then Master introduced me to spanking, first by hand, then with a paddle, whip and cane. On the one hand it hurt, Master had a hard hand, and it had been a long time since my father spanked me. Then Master moved on to the paddle whip and cane. This was a world of pain that I never experienced. It hurt like hell, but on the other hand, I deserved it I was doing things that were terribly wrong, I was becoming a slut. This was not how I was raised. I needed to be punished. I wanted to be punished.

So I set out to get punished. It was the only way I could feel that I earned the right to the tremendous pleasure that Master gave me. But Master did not punish me as much as I needed. I kept wanting Master to punish me, and Master did not punish me as much as I wanted him to. The night of the end of school dinner, I did every thing I could to get him to give me the whipping I knew I deserved. Master started out well, giving me the hardest caning I have ever received, but when he noticed how much I enjoyed the caning, I felt so good about it I actually came, he stopped. He put me to bed immediately. I knew something was wrong.

Then in the morning, he acted as if nothing was wrong. We would just go for a drive, he said. It would be a surprise so I would wear a blindfold. No bra and panties, that was not unusual. He was rather generous with the coffee and water, but I didn’t realize what he was after. It was a long ride. After a while I had to piss and I asked Master to stop the car. He said I could wait until we got where we were going. I had no idea how long we had gone and no idea of how long we had left. All I knew is that I really had to go. I crossed my legs and squirmed. I hadn’t been so humiliated since I was a little girl. This was not something that I enjoyed.

Finally we got to where we were going. Master said he would let me piss when I stripped and got on my knees. I never stripped so fast, before or since. As soon as I got on my knees, Master grabbed my wrists and handcuffed them behind my back.  I was mad. This was not what I expected. I started to curse Master, when he pinched my nose and stuck something in my mouth. It was some type of sponge ball, that tasted like piss. I found out that it had been soaked in piss. It was a big sponge ball, it kept a constant pressure on my jaws. I tried to push it out with my tongue, but it was too big. There was a scene in MASH where a Marine had a billiard ball stuck in his mouth. That is what I felt like.

So there I was, on my knees, on a leash, and I still had to piss badly. But I was getting mad. Master took me out and to a fire hydrant and told me to get on one knee and piss. I was so mad, I just could not. Master was not even calling me by name. He was calling me Slave. Did master still love me?  When Master told me to piss, I refused. I hoped that Master would whip me as punishment. But he refused. He just put me in a hay filled stable and closed the door. I had to piss in the hay. It went all over my legs and feet. I had never pissed myself before. I could do nothing. I was blindfolded and my hands cuffed behind my back. All I could do was soak in my own piss and cry. I was cursing out Master in my head, but because of the gag I could not speak. I was angry, scared and lonely.

I was still blindfolded and I had no idea of how long I had to lie in the piss soaked straw. I was getting more and more angry. I had no idea where Master was, when, or if he would come back, and what I would do if he did not. I do not like being so totally helpless. When Master is with me, I trust him, but in Masters absence, my imagination went into overdrive.  When Master finally came and got me, I had come as close as I ever had to losing it completely. Master removed the gag, but told me that I was not permitted to speak. I was not concerned. I wanted to tell master what I thought about the way he was treating me. If I thought about the consequences, I thought that Master would finally give me the whipping I knew I deserved and wanted so badly. But Master refused to whip me. He put in a new gag, that tasted even more foul than the first. This, Master told me, was soaked in piss and cod liver oil. I have never tasted anything that vile. Master assured me that if I needed another gag, it would be soaked in dog shit. I started to think that Master was one step ahead of me, that Master was not going to do what I wanted. He was going to make my life hell until I obeyed him.

Master chained me over a bench and threw cold water over me, cleaning my ass and cunt from the piss and hay. Then he found a new way to torment me. He started to play with my cunt, just the way that I love. I was getting wet and excited. I thought that Master was going to let me cum, as a reward for the hell he was putting me through. I could not have been more wrong. My hell had just begun. Master played with my clit to the point where I just needed one touch to cum and then stopped. My cunt was dripping. I was squirming, but Master pulled away, and with my legs spread there was no way that I could make myself cum. I waited, my breath slowly returning to normal, and then Master started again. . Again, I came so close to climax, again Master stopped before I reached that magic moment. Again, and again, and again, and again, and again. My pussy was soaked. I was dripping from my cunt and I could feel my juices roll down my thighs, past my knees and to my feet. I wanted to cum so badly.

Finally Master stopped and told me that he wanted my obedience. He was not going to please me until I proved my desire to obey and please him. I made up my mind to try things his way, since my way was obviously was not working.

He again removed the gag and ordered me to be quiet. I obeyed, as disobedience was getting me nowhere fast. Master put in front of me two large bowls, one filled with oatmeal, and one filled with cold water. I was ordered to eat and drink my fill, so, still blindfolded, on my knees, and using only my mouth, I ate and drank. I was hungry and thirsty, but I felt more like an animal than a human being as I ate in this humiliating position, hand cuffed behind me, ass in the air, using only my mouth.

When I finished, Master gave me a new order. I was to suck his cock, and if I satisfied him, I would be rewarded. I thought that he would let me cum, and I worked as hard as I could to please him. I alternated between short bobs and going so deep that I almost gagged. I used my tongue, especially on that special place under the head. Most of all, I sucked as if trying to get ice cream through a store. Finally, he grabbed my head and pushed it as deep as he could, until my lips were pressing hard against his pubic hairs. He held me there, trying not to gag, trying to swallow as he shot jet after jet of his glorious sperm inside my mouth. I knew he was satisfied. He even told me so. But instead of letting me cum, he gave me a few slices of apple, from his hand. Did he really think that I was a horse? First he puts me in the stables, now he gives me slices of apple as a reward for the best blow job I’ve ever given him. I did not understand.

Then came something else I did not understand. First he granted me the power of speech. Mainly he wanted me answer his questions and to thank him for allowing me to serve him. However he did allow me to ask for permission to speak. If he granted me this permission, I could ask him for things, such as being allowed to piss and shit, or anything else that crossed mt mind. I immediately thought of begging him to be allowed to cum, but he immediately said that was one request that I must never make. He would make that decision without any input from me. I was however, after being granted permission to speak, be allowed to beg him to STOP playing with me, when I felt that I was in danger of cumming without permission. What a fiendish idea. When all I wanted to do was cum, I would have to beg him to stop what he was doing so I would not cum. And all this had to be done politely, Addressing Master as My Lord, and careful in tone as well as word.

This was going to be hell, but at least I could understand it. Then Master said he was going to teach me to breath. What the hell did that mean? Well for the next few minutes, it meant that I was on my knees, with my tongue out, panting like a dog. Okay, he wanted me to pant like a dog, I panted like a dog. Ours is not to reason why and all that jazz. Then he had me stand up, still blindfolded, still with my hands cuffed behind my back, and breath at his command. In, out, in, out, in, out. First he established a nice even pace of breathing, then he slowed down with deeper, longer, breaths then shorter, quicker breaths. Then he mixed them up, at random. He called in, I breathed in, he called out, I breathed out. This was ridiculous.  I could not see what this was about and stopped paying attention. I was breathing since I was born and could do so without Master’s orders. Master proved me wrong again. He punched me in the solar plexus. I could no longer breath at all.

The punch came out of the blue. I fell to the floor in a fetal position. I could not breath. Gradually I was able to gasp in precious air. While I was still doubled over, Master said that if I would not follow his orders I was worthless to him. He said that from now on that would be my new name Worthless. I was till struggling to breath when Master asked me my name. I gasped out as quickly as I could “My Lord, my name is Worthless.” Master had me get up to my feet and resumed “teaching” me to breath. He said it pleased him to see me obey his orders and would help me focus on him. I did my best to follow his commands. He introduced a new step. Rather than just in and out, he had me hold my breath for varying periods, not too long as to stretch my lung capacity, but enough that I was conscious that I was truly breathing at his command. I have no idea how long this went on. Finally, Master concluded by having me spend some time panting like a dog.

Master was pleased with my obedience. He asked me if I had anything to say before I put her into the stable for the night. I realized that I did not want to piss on my bed of hay, so I begged for permission to piss and shit. Master, for reasons that I would understand in the morning only allowed me to piss. He walked me to the hydrant and watched while I raised my leg and pissed like a dog. Then he cleaned my cunt with cold water. I figured I could hold my shit overnight and was looking forward  to going to sleep, but Master had one more torment for me.

He started to play with my cunt and clit. I knew what he was doing. I knew how this scene must end I started to think of the appropriate way to beg for the last thing on earth that I wanted. I was breathing faster and faster. My cunt was dripping. I was trying to control myself, but I had no chance. Finally I had no choice but to beg. “My Lord your slave, Worthless begs permission to speak” Permission granted Master replied. “My Lord I humbly beg that my Lord stop playing with my cunt.”  Master did not going to let me  off the hook. “Why? It seems to me that Worthless enjoys having her cunt played with” “Oh yes, My Lord, Your slave Worthless enjoys My Lord’s fingers on her cunt very much, so much that I will soon cum.” Master was not finished yet He  continued “AND why is that a problem? Doesn’t my slave Worthless love to cum more than anything in this world?”  I  was gasping and desperately trying to prevent myself from going over the top, I was holding myself rigid, not allowing myself  to rock against Master’s  hand. “My Lord, above all else, I must obey you, My Lord, and you have ordered me not to cum. Please My Lord, help me as I try to obey you. I was crying from the stress of holding back. Thankfully, Master stopped and moved away his hand.  It took a long time before my body relaxed enough for me to sleep in my stable.