The girl undid the gag, and unclipped the lead, handing me a large envelope before she pushed Louise out of the door and closed it behind her. Louise walked ahead of me to the car, where Emma was waiting with the door open. I noticed Louise wince as her bare feet crossed the gravel drive, but silently got into the back seat. Emma beckoned me to join her, and we returned home in silence. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask, but Emma shook her head, pointing at the envelope, and I suspected that she knew what might be inside it.
When we got in the house, Emma made Louise stand in front of us, and we sat staring at her. I realised that her skirt and top had been roughly hacked with a pair of scissors, to shorten them almost beyond the limits of practicality. Emma told Louise to drop her skirt, and then turn slowly in front of us. There were bruises on her buttocks, and they were criss-crossed with faint red lines, which I assumed were from being whipped. Emma mounted her to stand immediately in front of us. She was still wearing panties, and I could see that they were soaked. At Emma’s instruction, Louise pealed them off, and I could see the sticky cum coating the inside, and watched as more dripped from her pussy. She turned slowly, and as she faced away from us, I could see the glint of the chrome butt plug inserted within her.
Emma made her take her top off next. Her breasts had bruises to match her bottom, and I could see the dried cum flaking off them. Her face was grubby, and I could smell the combination of stale sweat and cum on her skin. Her hair was filthy, greasy and matted, and I suspected that she hadn’t seen a shower all weekend.
“You absolutely stink!” barked Emma.
Louise had been standing impassively in front of us as we inspected her, and I saw a tear drip from her eyes, humiliated in front of both her husband and girl friend. In a slightly gentler voice, Emma told her to go and get a shower, and then put herself to bed, reminding her to take out and wash the butt plug. Louise murmured “Yes Miss,” and left us.
Once she had gone, Emma handed me the envelope.
“This weekend has been both an assessment, and the start of Lou’s training. She has passed the first test, and the trainer has agreed that she can be trained. In that envelope you will find his assessment report, and also a training schedule, which he thinks will help us get Louise to where we want her to be.”
I realised that Emma was suddenly saying ‘us’ a lot, and realised that she considered Louise to belong to both of us. Opening the envelope, I found two separate documents, and started to read the first one, “Assessment Report.”
“The subject appears to possess a high sex drive, and has enthusiastically coupled with both the men and women that she has been paired with during the assessment. ”
I instantly wondered how many men Louise had been with during the weekend, and also about the women. I carried on reading.
“She displayed an initial reluctance to indulge in anal sex, and seems to have limited experience in this area. Please see the separate document with our recommendations.”
“The subject did not show an appropriate level of deference when first arriving for training, and we were forced to discipline her. We noted that she responded well to punishment, but additional work is required with regard to her attitude.”
“The subject was initially reluctant to perform tasks allocated to her, and had to be disciplined. Please see the previous comments.”
“The subject was incorrectly dressed on arrival. Thus has been rectified for her release. Please see the appropriate section in the training schedule.
“The subject will need to follow the trading schedule closely in order to reach the required state. We recommend that the suggested daily tasks are followed.”
Emma pointed me towards the second document, the ‘Training Schedule’. The first section was headed ‘Dress and Decorum’.
“The subject was incorrectly dressed on arrival. The following rules should be implemented immediately.”
“Skirts : These must reach no further than 8 inches above the knee, and be at least one size smaller than previously worn.”
“Trousers : Only cargo style pants or shorts are permitted. The waistband should always be unbuttoned. If thongs are worn, these must be visible above the waistband, and through the materiel.”
“Tops : Where vest or t-shirt style tops are worn, these must not reach further than the bottom of the breasts. The subject’s stomach and waist should be visible at all times. Shirts and blouse are permitted, but these can only have a maximum of two buttons closed at any point. Bras are forbidden (See exclusions below).”
“Work wear : Some compromise is allowed for working. Skirts and tops can be conservative, and bras may be worn. These must be immediately removed when returning home. ”
That explained the changes to what Louise had been wearing when she arrived. I moved onto ‘Daily training Schedule’.
“When the subject wakes, she will ask what she is permitted to wear for the day. This will be totally at your discretion, and permission may not be granted.. Where the subject is preparing for work, she will present a selection of underwear for approval, and will wear what ever she is told.”.
“The subject will wear a butt plug for a minimum of 4 hours each day. The training assessment indicated a lack of competence in anal sex, and this will need rectifying before she is made available for general use.”
“The subject will always ask for permission to use toilet and washing facilities before use.”
“The subject will be available for sex with the owner, and who every else they are given to”
I stopped reading and turned to Emma, who was grinning broadly, and I realised that she already knew what was in it. I started to wonder just how involved she was with this ‘training’.
“She has been told that she is to wait for instructions before doing anything. She is not to act independently at all while she is in the house. When you get upstairs now, she will be there waiting for you. You can do anything you want, fuck her, have her suck you, send her into me, it’s completely up to you. She has to realise now that she is there to serve you, and whoever you give her to. This will take some getting used to!”
“I think its best if I stay here as well this week. I’ll sleep in the spare room.” She paused, “unless you ask any different?”
“That’s fine tonight,” I replied. “Let’s see what happens in the morning.”
We went up together, and Emma peeked into the room with me. Louise was fast asleep in bed. Emma whispered, “She’s probably really sore. Although you are dying to fuck her, it might be worth waiting until tomorrow.” She kissed me goodnight and went into the spare room, while I got undressed and slid into bed beside Louise, cuddling to me, before I fell asleep as well.
I was awakened in the morning by Louise’s mouth sucking on my cock. As it started to harden, she looked up at me and paused, smiling. I simply rested my hand on her head and she returned taking me in her mouth again, and sucking me until I came, swallowing my cum, and then gently licking me clean. “Tea?” she asked, brightly, before jumping out of bed and padding downstairs. I heard her go into Emma’s room when she came back, before she joined me, sitting on the bed.
She was acting as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn’t spent the entire weekend being trained and abused, and as if she hadn’t woken me up with a blow job. She was normal sleepy and irritable in the mornings, so this was a complete change. Emma opened the door and slipped into bed next to me, bringing her tea with her, and the three of us sat in silence for a moment, my wife sitting on the bed, and her girl friend in it next to me.
“You may use the bathroom,” instructed Emma.
“Thank you Miss.”
While she was in the bathroom, Emma explained. “She won’t ask you for anything, so you have to remember that she needs to go to the toilet, shower and wash, if you agree to it. Otherwise she will sit there. She will literally piss and shit herself in front of you if you don’t send her to relieve herself.”
I realised why Emma was staying on. This was going to take some getting used to. Not for the first time, I realised that she must have done this before. I suggested that she take charge this morning, to give me an idea of what was expected.
We heard the toilet flush and water running, before Louise returned to join us, standing by the bed. Emma gave her instructions.
“It’s a work day so please select the outfit you are going to wear, including at least three pairs of panties.”
We watched while Louise got out a business suit, with a high necked blouse, holding them up to Emma who nodded approval. This was followed by a lacy bra which got a thumbs down.
“Oh no, for work, something very simple. Get me the plainest bra you have got.”
I could see Louise colouring as she searched through her underwear drawer. She always tended to wear expensive up market lingerie, so her ‘plain’ selection was very limited. She eventually found an old white one, that was almost grey now, and something that I would never expect her to wear. Emma held her thumbs up, and I realised that this was a deliberate humiliation for Louise. If she was going to be allowed to wear a bra, then it was going to be a hideous one that she would never dream of being seen in.
“Now the panties, please.”
Louise held up three pairs, all bikini cut. Emma shook her head.
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