Training with Master Orexis Day 01

Literotic asexstories – Training with Master Orexis Day 01 by Orexis,Orexis
Day 01: Mystique’s Experience

I have been writing erotica for a long time and I understand the best way to proceed is to jump right into the sexy stuff right away. However, this is a true story, and a basis must be established to understand what follows. If you bear with me through the first several “basis” paragraphs, the balance of the story should be its own reward. Thanks and enjoy, Orexis

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Day one

She finally came to me. It had taken a while. I was supposed to drive to her Missouri home from where I lived in Texas in August. I had come up with an excuse to pass on that trip because of a class I took in summer session.

I was back in college after, 22 years in the workforce as a highly paid computer consultant. The post 9/11 economy had wrecked my job prospects, so after two years of trying to get a consulting contract, I relented and went to work in a convenience store. After a couple of years at this new occupation, I had already decided I wasn’t going to retire a convenience store manager. I thought on it and since I had wanted to be an attorney as a kid, decided to pursue a legal degree.

It seemed smart. The job of attorney seemed recession proof. In good times folks needed attorneys to prepare contracts and etc.; in bad times when they started stealing to feed their families, they needed representation in criminal court.

So in summer session during my junior year, of undergraduate study, I took a pre-law course that pointed out if I crossed state lines to train my slavegirl, I could potentially break several federal laws. Besides I knew nothing of the laws of the state of Missouri.

I thought it would be the end of us, for Nicole had made it clear if I didn’t arrange a session soon, she would vacate her collar. But when I announced I wasn’t coming to Missouri the second week of August, she just said that was fine, because she needed the extra hours at work to prepare for her own fall semester tuition. Then we started talking about her flying to me, rather than my driving to her. It made all the sense in the world.

I wasn’t the highly paid computer consultant, where I would have “toted all the freight,” any longer and Nicole had agreed to contribute at least $500 to the cause. I was contributing $1000. In looking into airfares, I noted that she could fly for less than $300 and save $200. Plus I wouldn’t have the expense of driving up to Missouri. Even though I drove a pickup less than 5 years old and in good shape and had driven cross-country on many occasions, so the drive wasn’t an issue, the price of gasoline was at an all-time high approaching $3.00/gallon. The trip would cost about $100 each way, so I saved $200, as well. Moreover, by her buying her own ticket and coming to me I had no worries in regard to breaking federal law and understood my states laws well-enough to know I wasn’t breaking any of these. The only thing I had to do was make certain she was at least 18.

I had seen her on webcam and in pictures I choreographed and she gladly took and sent to me, and she could easily be 14. I had no desire to get involved with a minor or to break any laws. So I told her she needed a state issued ID or a certified copy of her birth certificate when we got together the first time.

The only other concern was her coming to meet a total stranger. We worked through these issues. I think she was falling in love with me from the IM chats we had on AOL and the phone calls we shared several times a week. I know I was certainly falling in love with her.

Nicole is a petite little girl. Only 18 when she first emailed me looking for a Master. Her father and brother had sexually abused her as a child. Both are in prison now, her father got 105 years, 50 years for her and 50 for abusing her brother, the other five for some other offense. Her brother got much less, because he was a juvenile. Only 3 years and even then he is only incarcerated on weekends. I guess if you are a kid, being in jail when your friends are partying is a pretty tough sentence?

But Nicole decided she liked “being taken” and “used” sexually, so she sought a Dominant (Dom) to use and abuse her in this manner. I am not a very large man at only 5’6″, 140, and so her diminutive 4’11”, 110 was perfect for the potentially physically demanding sex of this lifestyle. So she seemed a perfect fit for me. We would soon find out.

I had been a Dom/Master all my adult life, though not formally until later in life. Both my ex-wives were submissive in the bedroom and I had enjoyed them submitting, but I hadn’t sought to formally introduce myself to the lifestyle until my late 30s. As is my way I studied the lifestyle, its tenets and precepts, thoroughly and learned what it was about and became a Dom. I had several submissives (subs) along the way, but became disillusioned with this manner of execution.

My idea was to provide for fantasy fulfillment for submissive women. I would spend large sums of money to provide for these ladies fantasies to be experienced. I came to refer to D/s as the “Lite Beer” form of the BDSM lifestyle. A sub was only required to be submissive until you approached a boundary, real or perceived, they felt they couldn’t cross. Then they could “safe word” out. A lot of women are a totally submissive slut in their mind, but when the rubber meets the road they get squeamish. This had cost me a lot of money over the years, so I went back to studying again. I learned about the BDSM version of the lifestyle. I had purposely ignored this more stringent form as I wasn’t into the bondage and torture the name connotes. But I learned that was still optional. I also learned of the Gorean “sub-culture” (for lack of a better term). Though I don’t consider myself a Gorean Master, yet, as I don’t understand enough, I do embrace a lot of this lifestyle variation’s, philosophies.

In these more stringent forms, the sub, or “pitiful subbie” as I call them, become ideologically slaves, or slavesluts. They are no longer allowed to tell their Master “No” or to safe word out of an experience. The watchwords of the lifestyle regardless the form are, “safe, sane, consensual,” and still exist, but they are just approached a little differently.

I went to great lengths to learn the fantasies of my slavegirls and made it clear they would live these. I also made it clear I owned them if they accepted my collar (“collar” is a term used to express submission to a Master or Dom). They could never tell me “no”. The only acceptable responses to a command I gave was “Yes Master” and proceed or “Please explain Master.” Then “Yes Master” and proceed once they understood. I had started a lot of relationships with pitiful subbies, who would take flight as soon as they learned what I required and the level of submission they must embrace. But I stuck to my guns through a lot of “dry years” knowing it was just a matter of time. Even to this day, I still accept the right (new to the lifestyle, etc.) subbies, but for the most part it is just slavesluts. Then I met Nicole.

She was new to the lifestyle but had a good idea of what she wanted, in general terms, at least. She didn’t falter in her resolve when I told her of the ownership and complete submission to the point of slavery, I required. She did however “balk,” as I call it, and vacated my collar after only a couple of months. This was likely in large part my fault, but she did know I was considerably older than she was, and this worried her some, as might be expected. She went to another Master’s collar that was only five years her senior. He turned out to be a wannabe and she begged I reinstate her collar after a couple of months.

After I learned why she had left my collar and the other things I felt I needed to know to assure success (or as close as one can under the circumstances) this time, I re-collared her. Now she was coming to me for the first time. It had been nearly a year to get to this point, but I felt that length of time necessary, for trust must be built up for a women to turn herself over to the wiles and vicissitudes of a strange man. This is, after all, a cruel world that grew up in a helluva shape.

Now I stood in the baggage claim area of my city’s airport and awaited her entrance. I would have been at the gate, but the added security after 9/11 prevented I enter the secure area of the airport.

I stood there, a single yellow rose in my hand, and awaited her entry into this unsecured part of the airport. She came through the revolving door early in the flow of passengers from her flight, meaning she had either been sitting near the front of the plane or was in a hurry to get to me. I recognized her immediately.

She was dressed just as I had instructed her to be, looking like a classy slut. Short skirt that just covered the tops of her thigh high stockings, yet would expose the lace tops when she walked, tee top, braless with stiletto heels. I assumed she wore the panties I ordered.

I had thought she would recognize me. I had sent her a picture early on in our relationship, and though it was an older picture I hadn’t aged or changed that much. But she located and walked to the carousel where her baggage would appear and stood looking around, nervously.

I walked up behind her and spoke, “Hello sweetie.” She would know it was me because of this affectionate appellation I used with most women. She whirled around to stand face to face with her Master for the first time. Her eyes quickly apprized the features of my face before she looked down in a gesture of submission.

“Hello Sir.” I had told her to call me Sir in public and reserve Master for our private times. I could tell she was looking at my body, to determine I wasn’t some fat slob old man who had tricked her into coming. I considered this wise while she was still in the relative safety of the airport. I also needed to assure my safety so I proceeded.

“I need to see your ID sweetie.” She held it up for me having it out and ready like I had instructed. I scanned it quickly for the DOB. August 28, 1986, just as she had told me. So she had just turned 19.

I held out the rose to her. She took it and spoke again. A hint of nervousness in her voice.

The nervousness she would tell me later was because she had decided to go with me, and since I had accepted her ID I knew she was at least 18, there was no reason to refuse to allow her to. So the fear of the unknown had crept in. First the natural fear that though she trusted me, I could still be a murderer or hurt her in some way. Secondly, that she might not be able to measure up to my expectations, a fear she had expressed many times online.

“Thank you Sir. It is beautiful.” She said holding it to her nose to inhale its fragrance.

“Yellow indicates true love, something I hope that develops between us.” Yes, I know romance isn’t normally a part of the lifestyle, but I am a Scorpio, so romance is something that is hard to turn off.

I hugged her to me and whispered in her ear as I did. “I am going to kiss you, but because of our obvious age difference, lets not make it too passionate so others might become dismayed by it.” I always sought to be discrete.

After the light kiss, I hugged her again and spoke in her ear once more.

“If you don’t feel safe leaving with me, say so and I will walk you to the ticket counter to see you get off on your trip back home Ok.”

“I feel safe with you, Sir. I don’t want to go home.”

Her bag arrived a few moments later, and I retrieved it and we left. I placed it into the backseat of my extended cab pickup and helped this little petite girl into the truck. I wasn’t pursuing another romantic moment be helping her in I was hoping for a peek of her panties while she was getting in. Even though I could command her to show them to me, a chance peek was always nice. I was a voyeur from way back.

She got in as gracefully as could be expected and I did get a brief glance at the lace bikini panty she wore. I went around to the driver’s door and got in. She had already fastened her seatbelt, and sat like a little lady, her hands clasped in her lap. Her nipples were pressing hard against her tee, telling me she was in at least a mild state of arousal. She had said she longed for my first command and it was coming, soon. I was already in a mild state of arousal and my cock was straining against my jeans. She was going to be the perfect little slave, and eventually, my slave slutwife as I had hoped.

I exited the parking garage and headed out onto the state highway that traverses the Dallas/Ft. Worth International Airport. We had a tollbooth we had to go through yet, but I wanted to play to her exhibitionist side, which she had stated was only for me, but that I knew otherwise.

“Lift your skirt so I can see you complied with my requirements for your panties.” Of course I already knew she had.

“Yes Master.” Nicole replied and lifted her skirt so I could see the panties she had shown me on webcam many times before. The white bikini panties trimmed in lace were exquisite for they catered to my tastes completely. I am Scorpio and we naturally love white lingerie, and I love lace. Thongs though nice don’t turn me on like a nice “full-butt bikini” as she calls them.

“Mystique, pull your skirt up around your waist in front and back, so I can gaze on your panties throughout the trip.” Mystique was her slave name. I would end up calling her Mysti most the time.

“Yes Master.” Mysti replied and did as I instructed. More would come later, but this was enough for now.

Her eyes grew to the size of silver dollars as we approached the tollbooth, but she made no move to cover her exposed panties. By chance a young woman was working the tollbooth we went through, but that didn’t stop Mysti from going through three shades of crimson as her blush intensified.

The young women looked at Mysti and got a questioning look on her face. I answered without her having to ask.

“She is my slaveslut. Perhaps you are submissive, too.” I handed her a business card that read

Master Orexis

Fulfilling fantasies of submissive women

by requiring they serve and live secret desires

Orexis: (Latin) desires

My cell phone number was in one corner and my email address in the other.

We exited the tollbooth and headed towards Mysti’s destiny as my slavegirl for all time. It was mid-afternoon so plenty of light filled the cab of my truck. This worked well for the plans I had for her. Not to mention, Dallas/Ft. Worth was in an almost constant state of gridlock on any given day. Though we would only skirt the edge of Dallas in our drive, we would get into heavy traffic somewhere along the way.

“There is a lever on the side of your seat. Tilt your seat back to the extreme. It is only about 45 degrees.”

“Yes Master.” Mysti did as I had instructed.

“Take off your top.” She remembered the protocol lesson I had taught her.

“Master may I please you by taking off my top?”

“Yes that would please me.”

She removed her top and those firm young B-cup breasts were revealed in all their teen aged perkiness. Her nipples though already aroused immediately grew to 100% stiffness.

“Slip your panties to your ankles, put your feet on the dash and play with yourself.”

“Would it please my Master If I played with my slutty little pussy.”

She knew I liked to refer to her pussy as her slutty little pussy.

“Yes.”

She did as I instructed. We drove along her fingers diddling her clit.

“I want to see some penetration. Finger-fuck your cunt.”

She didn’t reply this time, just started finger-banging her hot little fuckhole.

“Don’t you dare cum without permission.”

“Yes Master.”

She had told me that “she was her own best orgasm.” That she had never cum by the efforts of someone else. I intended to change all that, but this was for her benefit, both to set the tone and to feed her exhibitionism. She banged away at her tight little cunt, still rubbing her clit, too. At first only one finger had entered her hot little box, but soon a second followed and now three worked in and out of her nasty slit.

After a few minutes, her breathing become more of a pant. I reached over and grasp the nearest nipple, stiff and erect, begging for attention, pinching and pulling the erect tender flesh. Her reaction was immediate. Her efforts in her crotch took on a new intensity and she moaned softly.

“I love your hand on my tit Master. Your touch hurts sooooo good.”

I had the feeling she was a budding pain slut. We would test that threshold some over the course of the next several days. I continued to increase the intensity of my pressure and my efforts on her bare breast. Mysti kept stroking her cunt vigorously. After a bit I stopped and told her to do the same. It was time for training of a different sort.

“Stop finger-fucking.”

Her eyes got big like a kid in a candy store that had just been denied any treat at all, but she did as she was told.

“Master please may I continue playing with my slutty pussy. I almost was about to cum?”

“Clean the juices from your whore’s cunt off your fingers by sucking them clean.”

“Yes Master.” Her fingers went to her mouth and she licked and sucked them like little cocks. She had told me the girl-juice from her cunt was thick and gooey, and I could see the white goo coating her fingers. She licked and sucked each clean as a whistle, and I chided her as she did.

“You like the taste of your whore’s cunt, don’t you?”

“Yes Master, I have grown accustomed to it since you require I clean my fingers when you let me masturbate.”

“That is good since soon you must suck clean any cock that fuck’s your nasty cumbucket.”

“Mmmmm, I can’t wait to suck yours clean after you fuck me Master.”

Her fingers appeared clean, but she kept sucking on them as if they would shoot a load into her hot eager mouth like any cock might, at any moment.

“You can’t wait to be required to suck another woman’s pussy, too, can you?”

As with most women I had trained, her acceptance of fucking and sucking strange men I brought to her was instantaneously accepted, but the requirement to service women had taken some getting used to. But mysti was a slut’s slut, and had even asked permission to find a woman to make love to. Of course that had been denied. No outsiders would be allowed access to her unless I was there to protect her. When the heat of lust rises, reason seems to fly out the window and I didn’t want her hurt in any way to prevent the possibility of damaged goods.

“Oh yes Master. As long as it pleases you and I am in your service, I will gladly suck any cock or pussy you require. I need only be told and I will do every nasty little thing my Master requires. The nastier the better.”

These were actually just words I had said to hear as a part of her online training. I had promised her when “nasty became commonplace I would just require she get nastier.” Mysti was a major slut and a first class submissive, so this all had appeal to her.

“Continue to pleasure yourself with your hand, and use your free hand on your breasts.”

“Thank you Master.” Mysti’s hands quickly returned to her crotch and her breasts. At first her hand on her pussy was just rubbing her clit. I was about to tell her to finger-fuck herself again, when she started doing that spontaneously. It was her hand that was playing with her breasts that surprised me, she was mauling the breast she was playing with. Pinching and pulling the nipple much more vigorously than I had. She had begun to moan, softly. It appeared she was certainly a budding pain slut. That would be tested, mildly at first, over the course of the next several days, once I was certain she understood the use of her safe words to preclude any physical harm.

Her pleasure was growing, or so it seemed from the level and frequency of her moans. It was time to remind her of her submissive position.

“Don’t you dare cum without permission, slut.”

“Yes…ohhhh…yes Master.”

As we drove along we encountered several pockets of heavy traffic. Mysti was undaunted by the possibility of being seen. In fact, it appeared it turned her on, as she stroked her pussy and mauled her breasts more vigorously, when we were in traffic and the prospect of being seen as the little exhibitionist she was increased. So much for her comments of “only liking to show off for me.” She likely failed to realize as I did that these cars coming alongside us and that we overtook from time to time couldn’t see in the cab of my truck, because of the lower profile of their vehicle.

At one point though we were alongside a tractor-trailer and I purposely drove right next to the cab for a small stretch. I could see the driver looking down into the cab at mysti’s sexy exposure. After a couple of minutes, I sped up and the trucker tried to keep up, but traffic wouldn’t allow for that.

We were nearing our destination when Mysti reached the point where she needed release.

“Master, please may I cum?” I had enjoyed her exhibitionism so I decided to allow it. She wasn’t quite fisting her cunt, but had worked up to all four fingers slipping in to the last joint before she would actually be putting her hand up inside. Her efforts had grown rather vigorous and her steady mauling of her pert little breasts had been increasing in its intensity, as well.

“Yes, you nasty slut, you may.

“Cum now slut.”

“Oh gggaaawwwddd. Your slut is cumming for you Master.

“Oh fuck mmmmeeeee Master.” She had been taught when I allowed her to masturbate online to fantasize her hand was my cock.

“I wish it was your cock and not my hand that was bringing me pleasure right now Master.”

“In a brief while, my pet, you will feel my cock claim all your holes.”

“Oh yes, then I will be your slut forevermore. I just love being your slut Master. You make me feel so deliciously nasty. I can’t wait for you to use me as your personal whore and to feel your cock in my ass my cunt and to feel it go down my throat and to drink your delicious cum, Master.”

This was quite a revelation coming from Mysti. She was relatively new to cocksucking, explaining to me it had never really appealed to her. When I had told her she must become a world-class cocksucker, and learn to deep-throat and never to lose a drop of cum, but to swallow it all, she had said she didn’t know whether she could deep-throat, because she had a very active gag reflex. Further, she said she didn’t know if she could swallow or not.

I had merely assured her it would all come in time with adequate training and that being the nasty slut she was, anything having anything to do with a cock or a pussy, she would come to look forward to and enjoy, and likely excel at. We were arriving at the motel I had secured a room in for the next several days, so I instructed her to get decent.

“Put your top back on and pull your panties up.”

“Yes, Master.”

There would come a time when I would require she walk in public with her skirt up, her panties down and/or topless, but not today. She quickly arranged her clothing and was totally decent by the time I parked at our room at the back of the motel complex.

We exited the truck got her things and went to the room. My instructions began immediately.

“Remove your top again and sit on the edge of the bed, I instructed as I gestured toward the nearest of the two beds in the room. I went to the armoire in the room and removed two pair of handcuffs and a kerchief to use as a blindfold. She was sitting on the edge of the bed topless, her tee on the bed beside her when I approached a moment later. I blindfolded her with the kerchief and then a handcuff went on each wrist and the second rings of each cuff were locked together, to complete her restraint. These were police-style handcuffs and not some fur-lined sexy handcuffs as you see in online stores. I had purchased them at a gun show that had come through town. Her hands were loosely secured in front of her body, on purpose.

Her nipples grew stiff and her breathing quickened as I secured her. The nipple stiffening could be explained as her breasts being exposed to the coolness of the AC in the room, but the only explanation for her quickened breathing was either her excitement or her fear growing. It could be fear I realized, for she was completely at my mercy now and not in the safety of the airport or in my truck where I was preoccupied with driving.

If it was fear that was cool, for she would have any fear other than the fear of being fucked to death dispelled, quickly. Besides fear was as good an emotion as any right now. It would heighten her senses and improve the quality of the coming experience. If it were fear, it would soon turn to sexual arousal. At any rate fear worked for the moment.

After she was secure, I moved away from her removing my clothing as I went. I went to where my digital camera sat charging on the desk. It took me a few more seconds, but I was nude in a moment. I retrieved the camera and moved back to where she sat on the edge of the bed.

“I am going to take some pictures now.”

I took a few shots from several different angles of her sitting there topless, blindfolded, and cuffed, then stepped back a couple of steps and sat on the floor.

“Sit not so ladylike, so I can get some panty flash shots.”

As I coached her, she spread her legs a little at a time so I could get the shots I wanted. Then I had her stand and turn around so I could get some upskirt shots. She was obviously enjoying this little bit of exhibitionism as much as she had the masturbation on the way in from the airport. Then I set the camera down and moved back to where she stood by the bed.

I sat on the bed beside where she stood and drew her across my lap.

“I just realized, that I have allowed you pleasure both with the masturbation in the truck and now in your exhibitionism. You have things to atone for before I can allow you any further pleasure.”

She knew what I was talking about and just replied “Yes Master.”

I pulled her across my lap, and I flipped her tiny skirt up onto the small of her back. My free hand rested in the small of her back on top of the skirt, the other began to make a circular motion across her white lace bikini panty covered ass as I spoke.

“I instructed you to send me an email or to call me, daily, and because you failed to follow these instructions, we had difficulties that resulted in the removal of your collar and the upset, aggravation, and frustration surrounding that event.”

As I continued to speak my hand began to rise and fall on her upturned ass.

“I am your Master. I own you.” Smack.

“You are kajira. You don’t think, you do.” Smack.

“When kajira think things get fucked up.” Smack.

“When you are given an instruction by me or those I might place above you, you have but two possible responses.” Smack.

“Yes Master, and proceed.” Smack.

“Or please explain Master, then once you understand, Yes Master, and proceed.”

Smack.

“There is no discussion and never No Master.”

Smack.

My hand returned to the circular swirls of her ass.

“If you seek an alternative approach to something I tell you to do, you request permission to speak, and if granted present your alternative.”

I pulled the far leg of the panties toward the center and followed that with the near leg. The bikini panty now took the shape of a thong as my left hand gripped the two panels of cloth that had covered her butt in the middle. My spanking hand continued to circle her ass, now reddening from the spanking she has received already.

“You have masturbated at least twice without permission and probably more times than that. Those are just the two I am aware of.”

“No Master it was only those two times and I told you because I knew it was wrong.”

My hand rose and fell on her ass. Smack.

“kajira take their punishment in silence.”

I resumed circling again, now that she had grown silent.

“I own you. I own your very existence. I own you mind, body and soul. I own your body, your libido and your sexual desire.”

My hand began to rise and fall again.

“I command when you can be exploited and me alone. You can’t touch yourself except for the administration of medication or for hygiene. This is because of the fact that you are no different than a pack of gum I purchase. I decide what flavor, what brand, when to chew a piece and who to give it to. Sexual use of your body is expressly forbidden, except under my direction.”

Her ass was the color of a beet in October, and I returned to circling again. She had one more offense to atone for left, at least for now. I lowered her panties off her ass and down her legs. She instinctively lifted her feet so I could remove them. I threw them to the floor beside the bed, and returned to circling her deeply reddened ass, again.

“Last December, you gave a blowjob to one of the party goers at a Christmas party I allowed you to attend. You did this without permission, then tried to justify it by saying you wanted to get good at it for me, since you had so little practice at sucking cock.”

My hand began to rise and fall again.

“You already know that sex outside of my direction is forbidden, regardless the motive and intent. This is for two reasons. First because I own you, and I alone direct your actions and use. Second for your safety, both physical and health-wise. When sluts like you get a little wild and willing, men for some reason tend to get stupid and abusive. Further, when lust rises, reason goes out the window. With my presence I can protect you from physical abuse and insure safe sex is practiced for your health safety.”

My hand came to rest on her flaming hot ass, for the last time, for now.

My administration had been for the most part rhythmical. I had noted toward the end that if my hand stayed in the air for a longer than normal interval, mysti’s ass would rise to meet it.

When I had removed her panties, the signs of her excitation were apparent, but as I had administered her punishment, her pussy had flushed out completely, and was now totally engorged with the blood of her lust.

Mysti was a full-blown pain-slut, or so it appeared. We would explore this at another time, for even though I wasn’t much of a corporal punishment Master, and the activity that had just concluded was the extent of pain infliction I usually employed, if my slave was a pain-slut, I accommodated those desires with pain/pleasure training. I had learned these techniques, just so I could fulfill the lusty desires of my slaves. One of my favorite phrases was “this is after all supposed to be fun.” I couldn’t accommodate the lusty desires of my slave if I couldn’t satisfy her desire for pain/pleasure.

“Stand up.” I commanded and helped mysti to rise from across my lap.

“Remove your skirt.”

“Yes Master.” Mysti’s hands went to the button and zipper on the side of the skirt and in just a moment it lay in a heap at her feet. She stood before me now clad only in stockings and stilettos, which was a stunning sight. Since she was only 19 her body was firm and tight. Though she didn’t have an hourglass waist, her body was toned in an athletic sense and her abs flat and almost a six-pack. And at 4’11” quite a compact package of sexual energy and from all that had transpired between us in the year or so of online preparation for this day, a slut of world-class proportions. Of course that could all just be words, and now that the rubber was meeting the road, so to speak, the real truth might prove otherwise, though I didn’t think so.

I reached for a pillow on the bed and dropped it on the floor at my feet. Reaching for her hands, I aided her to kneel.

“There is a pillow on the floor in front of you, kneel slut.”

“Yes Master.” Somewhat gingerly since she couldn’t see, mysti knelt onto the pillow. This positioned her between my spread legs. My erection was a diamond-cutter, for though I wasn’t a corporal punishment Master or a sadist, I still drew some sexual satisfaction from administering punishment to my sluts, and afterall a 19 yo beauty was standing before me naked. I directed her cuffed hands to the shaft of my cock.

“Service me.”

Her hands trailed up and down my cock for a moment, then as she leaned in to start her ordered task, she spoke.

“Would it please my Master if I sucked his big cock?”

This was the first time mysti had ever encountered my cock and she learned I was blessed with a larger than normal cock, or so I have been told. I don’t make a habit out of checking out other men’s cocks, and for the longest thought when a woman told me I had a big cock, it was to boost my ego, but learned that at almost nine-inches and slightly thicker than average, I was larger than most.

“Yes, suck it. Suck it good slut.”

I didn’t expect much, because mysti had so little experience at it, or so she had told me. She would be trained in the proper method for administering a blowjob, from the male perspective, at another time. For now I wanted to see what she could do naturally. I was pleasantly surprised.

First she licked the underside from mid-shaft to the head and lapped it a moment, then she swirled her tongue around the head and lapped the pre-cum drops from the tip like she was licking a lollipop or ice cream cone. Watching her minister to my throbbing hardon I was reminded of an army buddy’s comment about a young female soldier one day. “I’d buy her a case of Nutty Buddies just to watch her eat them.”

She opened her mouth and took me inside the warm wet confines. Her cheeks immediately indented as she drew suction and began to bob her head up and down on the first two-to-three inches. Eventually, she would be taught to deep-throat, so that when I brought her monster cocks to suck, she could take them all to the balls, comfortably. For now though I just enjoyed her natural abilities.

“You are quite the little slut aren’t you?”

She paused just long enough to answer.

“Yes Master, I am your slut and I love it.”

She sucked a moment or two longer then paused to speak again.

“I have never really enjoyed sucking cock Master, but I love sucking your big cock. Your requirement that I become a great cocksucker and that I draw enough pleasure from it to actually cum may be easier than I had thought.”

“I am pleased slut.”

“Thank you Master.”

She returned to diligently sucking my cock, and since there was no danger I would cum unless she started to deep-throat me, and I was pleased with her performance to this point, I allowed her to continue for several minutes more. She enjoyed the humiliation aspects of things, so I spoke to her some more.

“Oh you are a nasty fucking slut, and you will be a good little slavewhore once you are properly trained and I begin bringing all manner of cocks and cunts for you to fuck and suck.”

She moaned at the thought, I guess, around my cock and her efforts were redoubled if that was possible without taking me to the balls into her mouth and throat. She was certainly administering a good oral fucking to herself. I stopped her because it was time to move on.

“Stand up, slut.”

She appeared to be almost reluctant to give up on her cocksucking, but did as she was told. I helped her to rise and moved the pillow back to the bed. I guided her as I commanded her.

“The bed is right in front of you, move to it and get on it.”

“Yes Master.”

She stepped gingerly in the direction my hands guided her until her shins contacted the edge of the bed, and then turned and lay down. Her legs were widely splayed open as I guess she expected and wanted a good hard fucking. That would come, but not just yet. Anticipation is so rich and its own reward, besides there was other business to attend to.

“Roll over onto your belly slut and get on your hands and knees.”

“Is my Master going to take my ass cherry?”

“No questions slut.” I popped her lightly on the butt. “In time all will be revealed and I will take all that is mine.”

She finished climbing onto her hands and knees.

I was again treated to the sight of her completely lust-engorged pussy lips. In my opinion a pussy is ugly unless it was fully engorged with lust’s blood and mysti’s was absolutely stunning right now. I moved to beside her on the bed.

Retrieving the handcuff key from the night table, I unlatched one of the cuffs from where it latched into the other pair between her wrists. I lowered her onto her chest and moved her arms so they embraced her knees and re-latched the cuffs. She looked so extremely fuckable and vulnerable in this position. It was all I could do not to ram my diamond-cutter cock in her ass or cunt. I restrained myself. There was more to learn and more for her to atone for. I straddled her back so I was towering above her, then lowered so my knees were on the bed on either side of her tiny body. I retrieved the flogger from the night table where I had staged it earlier.

Floggers are rather benign as instruments of punishment go their sting more like mild sunburn than anything else. My hand was far harsher in actuality.

“I forgot to punish you for a couple of other things, so before I grant you more pleasure, you must atone.”

“Yes Master, I want the slate clean so I may experience the pleasures of your collar, please punish your slave.”

Though I felt her words sincere, I also knew her to be a budding pain slut, so this was both punishment and pain/pleasure training, at once. I thought it important to remind of her of things she had been told earlier.

“I don’t want you to gather more transgressions that you must atone for, so I remind you, that you mustn’t cum without permission, whether the activity is pain or pleasure. If it is denied when you ask for it, you must not allow your orgasm to arrive.”

“Yes Master, I remember.” There was a hint of skepticism in her voice, like ‘what are you doing now that might require I ask permission to cum’?

I dismissed her skepticism and continued. She would see in a few moments, of that I was certain.

“You had your navel pierced, without permission. I own your body and you aren’t allowed to alter it in any way without permission, beforehand.”

“You balked and vacated my collar for a younger Master who turned out to be a wannabe. Then I graciously took you back when he turned out to be a charlatan.”

While I had been talking I had been tracing the tendrils of the flogger along her upturned ass.

This flogger I had made. It was a section of tree limb, about 6-inches long, with a bicycle inner tube pulled around it and the left over piece of tube shredded to form the tendrils. I had used it on my hand and bare leg and it was the benign instrument I had sought when I built it.

I began to flail her ass cheeks with it. The first several blows landed on alternating cheeks.

“I may alter your body anyway I see fit, but not you. I may tattoo or brand you, but only I can do that not you.”

“Kajira don’t think because they just fuck things up. Kajira just do as their Master requires.”

The next blow landed on her exposed crotch. She startled at first, when the blow landed on her pussy, but quickly regained her aplomb, at first leading me to believe that she was merely taking her punishment in silence as good kajira are required to do. Then when I paused to stop, she rolled her ass to open her crotch further, in anticipation of my next blow. I continued to rain blows on her pussy, growing faster in my application.

“You have atoned and I am no longer punishing you. If you want me to stop, just say so and we will proceed in another manner, otherwise I will train you now in pain/pleasure.”

Her words were quick and decisive.

“Your knowledge of me is remarkable as is your wisdom. Please continue to spank my slutty pussy Master.”

I continued to spank her pussy with the flogger and her lust grew more intense.

“Oh gawd that hurts so good.

“Spank your whore’s slutty pussy Master. Spank me hard.”

I flailed her pussy with the flogger for several moments more and her diatribe became a low, almost animalistic, moan. I stopped and lay the flogger on the bedside table. Her ass was moving in a rhythmic motion as if she was fucking, and her protest to my stopping was minor, but present.

“Wha?” she moaned out.

My hand rose and fell one ass cheek, then the other, and finally on her exposed pussy. She grunted but then pleaded for more.

“Oh, Ah. That hurts so good, spank my pussy hard please Master.”

“Seek the pleasure in the pain slut.”

Usually that line was reserved for slaves who weren’t pain sluts, but seemed appropriate at the moment. I continued to spank her pussy, getting hard and faster with each blow.

“Oh gawd it hurts soooo goooood. Please may I cum Master?”

Usually I deny it on the first request, but I wanted her to experience a lot of orgasms during this visit, and to experience a pain-induced one was a major milestone. I continued to spank her pussy, relentlessly.

“Yes you may.

“Cum now slut.

“Cum for your Master.”

“Oh gawd, spank my pussy hard.

“Oh it hurts sooo goood.

“Hurt my pussy Master.

“Hurt your slut.

“Oh gawd, your slut is cumming for you Master.

“I’m cuuummmiiinnnggg! Oh fuck.”

She writhed on the bed below me as her orgasm swept through her.

She had said she might be a squirter, something I had never encountered and thought a myth or, merely as explained in some literature I read, a weak-bladdered woman who urinates when the muscle contractions that occur during orgasm arrive. But no, she was a squirter. It wasn’t urine, but thick white viscous girl-juice that splattered all over as my blows landed during her orgasm.

I continued to spank her pussy until her orgasm subsided, then I climbed off of her. Her back sagged from the strength draining in the aftermath of the intensity of her orgasm, but she stayed up on her knees. I moved to between her legs.

She had experienced a pain-induced orgasm, now I wanted her to experience a pleasure-induced one, several in fact. This was her first non-self-induced orgasm if what she had told me was true, but it wouldn’t be the last. I had the confidence I understood her well enough now to know that I could give her what she needed and desired. And the night was young yet.

I unlocked the cuffs and moved her hands forward so she might support her upper body. When I finally fucked her I wanted her to be able to wrap her legs around me and didn’t want to have to break the flow or intensity of the moment to stop and uncuff her then.

I began by kissing her on the backs of her knees. This was an erogenous area for most women. It was for mysti too. She began to moan again almost immediately. I worked on the backs of her knees, alternating between the two, for several minutes. I then left a trail of wet kisses up one thigh, across her ass and down the other thigh to work on the back of her knee again.

I kissed up the thigh again, and across to the center of her ass, then traced her little puckered rosebud with the tip of my tongue. I inhaled the musk aroma of her overheated cunt scant inches below my current ministrations and finally started moving downward.

I lapped at the viscous ooze from her cunt and savored the femaleness of her flavor. My tongue alternately fucked her cunt and traced to her clit, to suck on that large stiff protuberance. Then back to her cunt and on to her rosebud to start the cycle over again. She was moaning almost constantly now, but when I nibbled on her clit, biting down gently on its stiff erection, she spoke of her lust.

“Oh gawd Master, you are so good when you use your whore.”

I ate her like this for several minutes more and then it was about time to fuck. My cock was screaming for release it had been hard for so long. It wasn’t nearly four-hours, yet, but the Viagra and Cialis commercials warn against erections that last more than four hours. I didn’t want to find out what the warning was about. Fortunately, I would likely never require a drug beyond the intoxicating aroma of aroused female to get me hard. I was like an animal in the respect I guess, pheromones are apparent and arousing to me.

“Roll to your back slut.” I commanded and mysti obediently and quickly rolled over. Her legs were splayed wide in anticipation of what was to come. I looked down at my captive treasure as I kneeled between her legs. What a beauty!

Despite the air conditioning, her body glistened, with a light coat of sweat from the intensity of the last several moments. Her B-cup breasts mounded on her chest, the nipples hard and erect in the center of her flushed aureoles, her pussy engorged and fully flushed with the blood of her lust. Her clit standing out like a little hard cock, begging for more attention.

My mouth was covered in the girl-juice from her cunt, but I moved to her mouth and kissed her deeply. My tongue probed her oral orifice in a deep French kiss. I left a trail of kisses across her chin, and neck to her erect nipples, and sucked first one then the other into my mouth. She emitted little mewls when I nipped the turgid little buds.

Smaller breasts are so sensitive to any attention they get. I could never understand why a man would want a large-breasted woman, other than to look at. I don’t turn them down if they seek my collar, but I prefer a good B-cup or even an A-cup, or smaller. One sub of mine had only nipples for tits and that was fine with me (though it bothered her to no end). A smallish C-cup is cool, too though. But alas I digress.

After several minutes of feasting on her turgid nipples, I continued my trek southward. A trail of wet kisses marked my descent. As I reached her navel, I tongued it momentarily. I have discovered this is erogenous to most women, as well. Finally, I was between her legs again. I sucked her clit and tasted her girl-nectar from the fount that was her cunt, again, and thoroughly enjoyed its heady aroma and flavor, once more.

I sucked. Nibbled and mildly abused her hard clit for several moments and was rewarded by first her hands coming down to entangle her fingers in my hair, then by her mewls intensifying to moans. Her hips began moving to fuck my face. She was getting a treat I had promised her.

I have a handlebar moustache I wax and that stands out on either side of my mouth by about six inches. I had told her when I ate her pussy, my moustache would tickle the insides of her thighs and she would enjoy that, and she was. But now it was time to fuck.

I raised up and grasp her ankles placing her legs on my shoulders, then knee-walked closer to her waiting pussy. She knew what was coming and she moved her arms up above her head as if I had secured them there. She loved being restrained and taken she told me, so this was a natural posture for her.

I traced the slit in her pussy from clit to rosebud with the tip of my cock. I then inserted just an inch or so into her, before removing it and tracing again. I continued to do this through several iterations, inserting a tiny bit more into her each pass. She still had only had a little more than the head into her when she could stand it no more.

“Please fuck me Master.

“Please use me as your whore.”

I teased her with a couple of more trace passes, then with just the head of my cock in her cunt, doubled her over. Her feet rested on her shoulders just as they did mine. She grunted from the sudden strain being placed on her body, but grunted even more when I slammed all eight-plus inches of my hard cock into her tight cunt. And gawd was she tight. Her young girl’s pussy hadn’t had anything larger than a couple of fingers in it in at least a year that I was aware of. I had no problem with finding tight pussy with my larger than normal size, but she was tighter than just tight.

Her cunt collapsed in on my cock and began to suck it like a mouth, instantly. It was like a warm wet rudder band sheath had been wrapped around me. I began to slowly and methodically thrust in and out of her. I would go slow to start with and speed up as my orgasm approached. This would also give her time to get there, too. It was important that she achieve a vaginal orgasm, something I was sure she had never experienced.

I had never realized women can experience several types of orgasms, until a prior submissive had explained it to me. There was the clitoral orgasm, which is nice, but then there is the vaginal orgasm that is like a giant next to a midget in comparison to a clitoral one. Since mysti had never cum except when she masturbated, I was certain she had never experienced a vaginal orgasm, and I also wanted her to cum while I fucked her, so I went slowly, at first anyway. Then she began to beg for more intensity.

“Please fuck me hard Master.”

“Please hurt my pussy with your cock.”

I began to pick up speed, encouraged by her requests. I pummeled her tight little pussy with my rock hard cock. I knew I wouldn’t last long with her talking like a street whore coupled with the fact I had been hard for what seemed like hours. But the faster tempo of my fucking was bringing her to orgasm quickly, so the fact that I would cum and we would need to rest before I could go again was of no consequence.

I slipped her legs off my shoulders and let them fall back to the bed. Mysti immediately wrapped them around me. I would have liked for her to grasp my hard fucking ass with her hands, but instead she kept them over her head like they were immovable. I was fucking like a mad man now. And she was responding, in kind.

“Oh fuck me.

“Oh this feels so fucking good.

“Use your whore Master.

“Fuck your slut.

“Oh gawd, I am going to cum all over your cock.

“Fuck my little pussy. Oh gawd.

“Fuck me. Please may I cum Master?”

“Yes you may.

“Cum now slut, cum all over your Master’s cock, whore.”

“I’m cumming Master. Thank you.

“Fuck me, I’m CUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG.”

I was about to cum though I hadn’t yet, so I was still pummeling her tight little box. She was exhausted though, and went limp underneath me. He heels still clutched to my ass where she had moved her legs when I freed them from my shoulders, but her thighs relaxed away from my waist. I kissed her a deep French kiss and afterwards she looked deep into my eyes with her beautiful brown eyes and spoke.

“Gawd Master, that was the best fuck I have ever had, and the hardest I have ever cum.”

“It only gets better from here sweetie. As I learn more about your nasty little slutty side and what turns you on, the orgasms will only get more intense and more frequent.”

“I want to be your slut forever Master.”

That was my intention, so I said nothing. I felt my balls draw up and knew I was about to cum. My speed picked up again as I felt my impending release.

“Fuck your Master slut, I need to cum, too.”

My increased tempo was causing her to begin building toward another orgasm, and the exhaustion of a few moments earlier melted away in the newfound lust of the moment. I felt her tighten her thighs at my waist again and her hips began to fuck up in counter-rhythm to my own thrusts.

Mysti had never felt a man cum in her so a new experience awaited her. Though she was on the birth control patch she had always practiced safe sex because of the danger of STDs. I was sterile from a vasectomy years earlier, so the patch wasn’t even necessary. When I started bringing others to use her they would practice safe sex. One of my reasons for always being present when others were involved, but she would always be a bareback fuck to me. I hoped my orgasm and the feeling of the warm cum splattering off the walls of her cunt would make her cum again.

“Fuck your slut Master.

“Explode in my pussy.

“Use me as your cumbucket whore.”

I felt that instant arrive where even if you got perfectly still you would still cum.

“I am going to cum now slut.

“Cum with me.

“Cum now slut.”

My cock erupted and spewed the lusty contents of my balls, and mysti felt it hose her down inside.

“Oh gawd I feel your cock cumming Master.

“Oh this feels so fucking good.

“I’m cumming for you Master.

“I do love it so, I’m such a nasty slut.

“Fuuuucccccckkkkkk mmmeeeeeee!”

She went limp under me again as I rode my release to its conclusion. The walls of her cunt were still sucking my cock, but other than her slowly diminishing breaths she was perfectly still under me.

She would occasionally twitch. Something I had seen post-orgasmic women experience as the last ripples of their orgasm still moved through their body. I rolled off of her as my cock went limp and slipped from inside her fevered cunt.

Without being reminded she moved down my body leaving a trail of kisses on my chest as she went, to my cock. She took it in her mouth and began to suck the juices from our copulation from its shriveled limpness.

I had taught her the ways of the Gorean kajira. The training diatribe went something like.

“kajira are worthless. Their only purpose in life and their only redemption from their worthlessness is to allow their body to be used by those their Master brings to them. A kajira must always suck the cock clean that fucks her to show her appreciation for being allowed to redeem her worthless existence and add meaning and purpose to her life.”

I had told her before she came for this visit I would remind her once, then I would punish her if she failed to clean my cock spontaneously. She lovingly sucked my cock and lapped and licked at the combined juices from her cunt and my balls.

“You are a good kajira, mysti. You remembered to clean my cock without needing a reminder. I am proud of you.”

“Thank you Master, I want to be the best kajira you have ever owned. I want you to always be proud of me and to use me as you see fit forever.”

She lovingly sucked my cock and I began to give her some humiliation training, which most submissive women desire and enjoy.

“You’re such a nasty slut.

“Look at you lapping up the juice from your cunt and my cock. You nasty little whore. You just love the taste of your own whore’s cunt, don’t you?”

“Yes Master, my whore’s cunt tastes so good, especially when it is mixed with your cum.”

She was starting to get that half-lidded look of lust so I knew my words were having an effect, so I continued.

“You just love the taste of cunt period. When I bring a Mistress into train you and she requires you eat her nasty pussy, you will be in slut’s heaven.”

“Oh gawd yes Master, that sounds so incredibly nasty, please bring a Mistress to train me soon.”

“I will. Remember I promised you when nasty becomes commonplace, I will only require you get nastier.”

“Yes Master and I am just a nasty fucking slut, and a whore, so use me Master. Require me to fuck and suck cocks and cunts for your pleasure.”

Her trash-mouth and her sucking in cleaning my cock had produced another erection and so I thought to make use of it.

“Climb on and fuck me slut.”

She straddled my body and guided my cock into her cunt. Her tight little cunt and my larger than normal size still had her fitting like a glove even though I was getting my own sloppy seconds.

She rode for what seemed like an eternity. Having just cum I knew I wouldn’t cum again for a while. I just lay there and watched her fuck me. Her hard little body rode my cock like a woman possessed. Her pert little B-cup breasts jiggling until she reached up and started fondling them while she fucked.

After a time I had her turn around and I spanked her cute little butt while she fucked me. Then I gathered some of our combined juices she dragged out each time she rode up on my cock to lubricate her rosebud. I fucked her ass with first one then two fingers as she fucked me. She requested and was granted permission to cum a little later. Then I spoke to her.

“My fingers in your ass while I fuck your cunt is just a preview of what it will be like when you have two cocks to fuck at once. Then I will bring you a third to suck at the same time and you will have experienced being ‘airtight’.”

“Oh gawd yes, Master, it sounds so incredibly nasty, bring them on.”

I felt my own release starting to build and knew she could never achieve the tempo it would require, so I had her get on the bed and I got back on top.

I pumped her with hip-blurring speed until I blew again, and she had two more orgasms. First from the ferocity of my fucking to reach climax and then again when I spewed in her.

As I lay afterwards watching her lovingly suck my cock clean again, and thought how lucky I was to have found the slut kajira I had searched for all my life. Once I was clean and she had decided I wouldn’t get hard again, so she could fuck some more, she crawled up beside me on the bed and lay her head on my shoulder and played with the sparse growth of hair on my chest, with her finger.

“I hope my Master is pleased with his kajira slut.”

“Yes I am pleased, would you like for your collar to become permanent?”

“Oh gawd yes, Master. Please make me your slut forever.”

“It is done then kajira.”

“Thank you Master. I won’t disappoint you, I promise.”

As we lay there, both of us basking in the warm afterglow of satisfying sex, I thought of the things she would be doing in the future. I thought on how pleasant it would be to protect and guide her and nurture the slut inside to be the best kajira any Master or Mistress could want. I was hopeless smitten with her I knew and that worked for me. Someday she would be the slutwife I had always wanted.

“What are you slut?”

“I am kajira, slave property of the Gorean Master.”

“Who are you?”

“I am kajira mystique, slave and property of Master Orexis. I am the nastiest slut who ever lived and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

We drifted off to sleep and I thought how wonderful the first of several days had turned out and awaited the turning of the earth bring in a new day.

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This has turned into a saga and the next days will follow in future installments. Please don’t forget to vote and please provide feedback, whether anonymous or signed is welcome so I might improve my craft.