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(MM/ff, D/s, cons, humil, slavery, Bdsm)

Stupid Little Whore
by Nicequip©


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It was an overcast day in Los Angeles, not unusual for June. The sun tried to break through the haze of the marine layer that settled heavily over the streets and houses, but, with the exception of an occasional burst of warmth, it failed to brighten the early afternoon hours. There was rain in the forecast later in the week, and I welcomed the prospect. A good rain always seems to clean out the filth of the city.

I walked through a three bedroom house just north of Melrose Avenue carefully inspecting each room. I admired the recent renovations. It was the first home I had purchased, and I had made the purchase in secret unbeknownst to my new fiancé, Ana. I knew that she'd like the house. We were still living in a one bedroom apartment together. This was going to be a significant upgrade. She had begged to move into a larger apartment for the last year. A house hadn't been an option -- well that is until an unexpected bit of generosity that came just before the New Year.

My grandfather had sent me a gift after our engagement, an extremely generous gift as it turned out. He was a self made man, and in poor health the last few years. He was opinionated on how his money should be distributed upon his passing. Ultimately, he decided to dole it out to those he found worthy in recent years instead of leaving it to family infighting after his death. As usual he sent it directly to me at my office. He never sent anything to anyone's home if it could be avoided. He kept his own PO Box at a post office to keep his wife from seeing his financial correspondence. He felt very strongly about not including women in financial matters, and had urged me to spend it or save it as I saw fit without notifying Ana. He was old school, still sharp for his years despite his deteriorating body. I had always been his favorite grandchild, and his gift, as he explained it, was a way to share his wealth since he had more than enough.

The house was older, built in the 30s or 40s, but had been completely updated over the last month. There were still remnants of an architectural style from another time, and I thought it added a subtle bit of character. The hardwood floors were newly refinished. The walls freshly painted. The kitchen was picturesque with the nicest appliances and granite counter tops. I had taken the utmost care in making sure that everything in the house had been done with meticulous detail. The master bathroom and walk-in closets were a woman's dream come true. The house was large, but not ostentatious. With the new changes, it would be a perfect first home.

I walked out through the French doors in the kitchen and onto the deck in the back yard. The deck was a new addition as well. It stepped down onto a flagstone patio that bordered the modest lawn. The new landscaping added a lush, secluded ambiance. In the back of the yard was a detached garage that I had expanded and converted into a decent sized guest house with a full bathroom and a loft bedroom. She was going to love it, and it was going to be the biggest surprise of her life. Well the house wouldn't be the only surprise. Between the redesign of the home and my reevaluation of our future together, I made some changes that would prove to be a huge adjustment to her lifestyle.

It had been a bittersweet year for us so far. She had come clean to me about cheating a few years back, totally unaware that I was in the process of buying her an engagement ring at the time. I had taken the news poorly to say the least. We had argued for a few weeks about it. She would get upset with me, and argue that it happened years ago. She couldn't understand how much it hurt me. I understood what she was saying. She had been faithful for years, and this lapse in fidelity had come early in our relationship. It was new to me though. She loved me. I never doubted that. And I loved her more than she could ever know.

Just when we were getting back on track our neighbor drove her parent's car through our apartment. She had come home drunk from a party when the accident happened. Luckily no one was hurt, but this left us living in a hotel for a month while repairs were being made. It was in late October that I managed to take Ana to the Caribbean for our first real vacation in years -- and it was there that I proposed to her and asked her to spend her life with me. It was the best day of my life.

The cheating had hurt my feelings, but I had always told her if she wanted to be with someone else that I would bring someone over. I was open-minded about things of that nature. She knew that I wanted to have the opportunity to be with someone else from time to time, and I always told her that I didn't believe in double standards. So the offer was extended both ways as long as we were open and honest about it.

We had an amazing sex life, and tried all sorts of fetishes. I worked tirelessly to make sure we kept things new and inventive. A couple years ago we had gotten into light bondage, and soon after that we tried dominant / submissive role playing. I had made a list of rules to follow, and I enjoyed seeing her kneel at my feet or display her juicy pussy to me. I bought her a collar and a leash to wear when we were at home. She wanted to be trained. The more I disciplined her and controlled her sex life, the more turned on I became. I loved being dominant. As it progressed, I realized that this lifestyle was something important to me. It was an awakening of a part of me that I had never acknowledged.

After awhile she started to voice some opinions about our new lifestyle. She didn't want to be spanked or paddled. She didn't want to be disciplined hard. She didn't want to complete the assignments that I'd given her. She would say things like "why am I always being trained?" or "I just don't feel like it" or "I don't want to kneel, my knees hurt" etc. Her biggest complaint, the complaint that I felt was at the root of her unhappiness, was that it took too much time. She couldn't balance my demands with work and life.

I tried to be accommodating, but once I tallied up the things she didn't like and stripped them away, we were just left with a lot of kinky sex with almost no dominance or submission. It had been disappointing for me. She swore to me that she still wanted to be submissive. She did enjoy being tied up, and she still referred to me as Sir. I think that she didn't understand the lifestyle that well. She assured me that if she didn't have to work that she would love to try being trained full time -- that she would learn how to be a good submissive.

The problem was that Ana has a tendency to be spoiled, selfish and bratty. I should be clear that she's not high maintenance at all. Most of the time she's incredibly relaxed. She just doesn't like to do anything that she doesn't want to. She acts childish when she gets upset, and she prefers being closed off and silent instead of talking through our problems. It was the reason I hadn't proposed to her earlier. There were plenty of things in our relationships that bothered me a great deal. She never cleans. She never cooks. When we first moved in together, she didn't even contribute to the bills until I made a point of it.

On some level I've always been bothered by the struggle of getting her to comply with simple requests. She depends on me to pay the bills, manage the apartment, make the repairs and do much of the cooking and cleaning. This had been a long standing complaint of mine. From time to time I've tried to have a rational conversation with her about it. She was the type of person that would agree to almost anything to end an argument with no real intention of following through. So when the dominant / submissive thing didn't work out, I can't say I was surprised.

Just recently she quit her job. The woman she was working for was an atrocious boss -- a demeaning, rude, unreasonable cunt. I told her not worry about it. We could sustain ourselves on my current salary, at least for awhile anyway. She was completely unaware of how well off we actually were at the moment. I preferred it that way. Besides we were beginning to plan our wedding, and she needed to fly to the east coast to discuss things with her mother. She had flown out a few weeks ago, and was due back this evening. In her absence, I spent time finishing our new home and devising my new plan.

I'm sure that she had forgotten that she said she was willing to be a full time submissive if she didn't have to work. I hadn't forgotten at all. I had already been working on a way to get her to quit and take time off until after the wedding. I was going to train her. A few weeks alone, and I had decided that I had let too much stuff slide. I was finally going to put my foot down.

While I had taken care to make our home as lovely as possible, I had also decided to change our guest house in the back into a play room of sorts. It had cost me a pretty penny to furnish it with the right equipment and toys.

The walls were sound proofed. There were shelves filled with all types of toys. I had dildos from small to large, vibrators of all types, butt plugs, bondage rope. There were ball gags, blindfolds, spreader bars, and nipple clips. In the entry way, I had hung a series of coat hooks with a selection collars and matching leashes. There was a large flat screen television and DVD player. I added some nice couches and end tables and some tasteful artwork to make the room as much a living area as possible. I also included some custom bondage furniture -- a kneeling bench, a suspended sex swing, a modified massage table. The furniture, ceiling and walls had well placed eye hooks that could be used to tie off ropes. On the far wall was collection of sturdy braided riding crops, whips and paddles. It was quite a set up.

The bathroom had been stocked with all types of hygiene products, make up and towels. I removed the mirror for the time being. She wouldn't be needing it. Not for awhile anyway. The bedroom had clean linens. Her nightstand had a stack of pink journals and a box of pens. Her dresser was filled with only lingerie, stockings, bras and panties, and a few robes. Her closet had spare bedding and selection of high heel shoes. Her other belongings were arranged neatly in her walk-in closet in the house. She wouldn't need them at first. The upstairs, downstairs and bathroom had been outfitted with cameras, some hidden and some visible, that recorded to a series of large hard drives in the main house.

It had taken me months to get everything in order. I was keenly aware that this could blow up in my face completely. My intent wasn't to just train her to be a good submissive slut, but also to turn her into a confident, competent partner and rid her of some bad habits. Ultimately, I had come to a decision that the behavior that I had long found intolerable would be corrected. My dominant side was raging inside me in a way that could no longer be contained. Knowing Ana, I couldn't just ease her into this type of lifestyle and expect her to commit to it. I would have to throw her into it headfirst before she realized exactly what was going on. That meant risking my relationship altogether.

The tricky part of my plan was how to train her full time while I had to work. I needed help. I had searched extensively for the right people. It mattered to me that whoever I chose was attractive, clean and understood what I was trying to accomplish. They needed to be stern yet caring. In the end, I found a few people. I had met with them extensively. I felt strongly that they were going to be perfect.

The first and most important person was Mr. White, a tall athletic, Australian kid. He had recently moved to Los Angeles and needed a place to stay. I offered him the extra room in the house in exchange for his help, and he moved in last week. He worked from home so he was going to be around during the day. He was 26 years old, 190 lbs., fit, with buzz cut hair and blue eyes. He had no real experience with D/s but had been intrigued with concept. He loved the idea of actually getting to help train a girl. He was a very polite guy when we first met. It surprised me, but I liked that about him. I felt he'd be perfect for her -- a gentle giant with a stern dominance.

It had finally come time to get to the airport. I showered and changed into a pair of jeans, nice shoes and a button down light blue shirt. I mussed my short blonde hair and brushed my teeth. A touch of cologne, and I was on my way. I made good time on my way to the airport, and found my way to the baggage claim just as the plane was deboarding. I was nervous. I had made a fair amount of assumptions on how things might go. I had played them out in my head over and over again. Could it go wrong? Yes, a thousand different ways. If it went right though, if it went how I imagined it could, I would be at peace with my inner urges and living my fantasy.

People started flooding through the revolving doors on their way toward baggage claim. I saw her well before she saw me. Three weeks was far too long to be away. I had been so busy that I forget how much I missed her. Her long brown hair flowed about her face and those deep brown eyes made me feel at home right away. There was a reason I asked her to marry me. I just couldn't get enough of her. When she saw me her full lips broke into a wide, tantalizing smile. Her large breasts swayed under her low, tight, v-neck tee shirt. My cock hardened as I watched her approach.

"Hey, sweet tits," I said as I reached out for embrace. I loved calling her that, and she often joked that I would call her by that nickname in public out of habit without realizing it. Her arms wrapped around me as she gave me a kiss.

"Hello, you," she greeted me with coy smile. She leaned in closer and whispered, "I need to get fucked so bad right now, Sir." Her hand briefly brushed down my pants and over my cock. She gave me a naughty smile again. She liked to call me Sir when she was horny. She knew that it turned me on, and used it to stoke my interest.

"Well I was hoping you did. Can you wait a little longer? I thought we'd grab a bite to eat."

She faux pouted. "Alright, Mr. Man, we can wait. I'm starving anyway. When did they stop serving food on these flights? It's the least they could do considering how much they charge."

I grabbed her luggage and we headed toward the car. She chit chatted along the way about the beautiful locations she saw for possible wedding venues. I was quiet most of the way trying my best to look interested, but my mind was on other things. Her mother was reluctant to spend a lot of money on our wedding, which was a source of disappointment to her. She wasn't one to stand up to her parents, but I knew her confidence would grow in the weeks to come. We got in the car, and headed back toward the city. I pulled into a small café on Melrose that sold empanadas. Ana was Venezuelan, although her skin was white as a sheet, and she loved Latin food. We grabbed a table under a heat lamp outside.

"So your pussy is feeling neglected?" I asked.

"Oh yes, you know how hard is for me to find the privacy to masturbate in my mom's house. I need to cum so badly." There was no playfulness to her statement. She was serious. Ana had always had an extremely potent sex drive.

"Well I have an idea, but only if you're up for it." I said trying to steer the conversation toward my ultimate goal.

"Oh yeah," She said smiling, "And what idea is that? Something naughty I assume."

"Well," I started, "you're not working now, and I can afford to make ends meet on my own. I thought maybe you should wait to start looking for a job until after the wedding."

"That's so far off! I can't make you cover the both of us for that long."

"I thought you'd like the idea." I said casually. "I mean there is something in it for me. You said you couldn't handle being a full time submissive because it took too much time. Maybe you can finally have a chance to let me train you. At least, until after the wedding I mean."

I could see the wheels turning in her head. "Oh I see." She was playing with me. "Well I suppose I could be a proper slut for you for awhile."

"Look it was just a suggestion. I don't want you to say yes if you don't want to do it. If you do, though, I'm going to be serious about it this time. You can't just half ass it. You have to do as you're told, complete you're assignments when I give them to you, follow my commands. I'm talking about a lifestyle commitment... I mean for at least a few months. I don't want you to tell me in a few days that you're over it. I'd rather not try it if you're going to quit on me."

I was actually getting more and more nervous. Playing this conversation out in your head is a lot different than explaining it to someone. If she said no then I was going to have a lot of explaining to do.

"So I'd have to be your sex slave? I'd have to fuck you anytime you asked? I'd have to do naughty stuff to myself when you tell me to? Wear what you want me to wear?" She asked.

"Yes... exactly... but when you say it you make me sound like such a perv." I replied. She laughed.

"And punishment? Are you going to hit me when I don't do something?" She asked again.

"You never have to get paddled if you just do what you're told." I said.

"But if I don't?"

"Then I'll paddle your bare ass."

"Anything else I should know?" She asked.

"You'll keep your sex journal. I'll dictate your daily routine. Until we set ground rules you'll ask permission for everything." I stated simply.

"It sounds like a lot of work." She said. "When would it start?"

"A lot of work? It would be your only job!" I joked. "Look, forget I asked."

"Relax, Sir. It sounds like a good job to me." She reached under the table and rubbed the crotch of my pants. "I'd like to get started now."

"Remember. You're committing to this. I love you, but I'm going to make you work hard at this."

"Yes, Sir." She said flashing that naughty smile at me again.

I breathed a sigh of relief. She really had no idea what she was committing to. It was going to be difficult navigating this plan without some resistance. I texted Mr. White to let him know things we're moving forward. I had more to discuss with Ana though, and I didn't want to take time to explain everything. Things would need to be revealed slowly when it was too late for her to reconsider.

I paid the check and we got back in the car. We're just around the corner from the house. I opened the glove box and pulled out a blindfold.

"Put this on." I said handing it to her.

"You keep this in your car? Were you planning this or something?" She asked giving me a raised eyebrow.

"Put on the blindfold now! If I ask you to do something I expect to hear 'yes, Sir'." I barked catching her off guard with the authoritative tone.

"Yes, Sir." She said slightly startled.

I drove around a couple blocks so that she wouldn't know we were so close. She expected to be going back to our apartment, but that place was long gone. I pulled up to the gate still admiring our new home. The tall hedges and gate left it very secluded and private. I hit the automatic gate and pulled the car in.

"We'll leave your bag in the car for now." I said. I walked around to her side of the car and lead her out. "Follow me."

"Yes, Sir."

I lead her to the guest house and opened the door. It felt different than our old place. It smelled newer. She sensed it.

"Where are we?" She asked.

"Where are we, Sir!?" I snapped back.

"Sorry, Sir. Where are we, Sir?"

"Don't worry about it right now. You want to be trained to be a good whore?" I began unbuttoning her pants.

"Yes, Sir." She said.

"Well, this is where I'm going to train you." I tried to remain stern yet relaxed. "Take off your clothes."

I watched as she removed her tee shirt and then her bra. Her breasts sat high on her chest and I admired her big light brown areolas. Her nipples were large thick nubs that stood out proudly, but weren't particularly long. She began to take off her jeans and panties. Soon she stood in front of me naked. Her pussy was lightly stubbled in between shaving. I took her by the hand and led her to the kneeling bench. Placing her knees on the padded step and adjusting the table to her height so she could comfortably lean forward with support under her stomach. I reached back and touched her pussy running my fingers up her slit until they touched her clit and rubbed in small circles. I could hear her gasp. I walked to the wall and grabbed her collar. I started to put it on.

"You know what this is?" I asked.

"My collar, Sir." She responded.

"Do you know why I'm putting it on?"

"Because I'm an owned whore, Sir."

She remembered a lot from our former training. This part had always gone well though. She was kinky. She loved to please me. She loved calling herself dirty names. It was when things got harder that she backed out and second guessed her decision.

I dropped my pants and walked behind her. I spit on my hand to lube my cock and then began to run the head of it up and down her slit. She loved this, and I could feel her trying to push backwards. I slapped her ass hard. I heard an "oomph" escape her mouth, and then she remained still. Finally I pressed forward hard and sank my length into her. I grabbed her ass and slowly pulled myself out to the tip and then slowly pushed back in. I kept at it slow and steady. Her pussy was amazing, so tight and so wet at the same time. She would cum quickly. She always did. After a few minutes I could feel the walls of her pussy start to squeeze my cock and I knew she was close.

"What are going to do?" I asked.

"Cum, Sir." She moaned

"Where are you going to cum?" I asked

"On your cock, Sir."

"What are you going to say when you cum?" I asked. This was something I had asked her to say before and she hated it. I waited for her to answer.

"I have to say 'I'm a whore, Sir'." She replied breathlessly close to orgasm.

"That's not what you say. Should I stop fucking you?"

"No! Please! I know what to say, Sir." She could barely get the words out.

I increased my pace and fucked her harder and faster. I could here her making little noises as she began to peak. I pounded harder using my grip on her ass to pull her pussy back to meet my thrusts.

"Oh! Ah. Fuck! I'm cummming." She said. I could feel her convulsing on my cock. And then she said in a small, childish voice, "I'm a stupid, little whore, Sir."

Hearing her call herself that made my cock throb. I loved it. I knew she hated calling herself stupid. I took pleasure in making her say it, especially while she was getting such pleasure. I liked making her feel conflicted. I couldn't help myself and I started pounding into her pussy again. Faster and harder. Heavy breathing was all that could be heard. She approached her climax in half the time, and soon it washed over her.

"I... I'm... I'm a stupid. Little. Whore." She punctuated it to be nasty. I pulled my cock from her wet pussy. It had thick amounts of her cum collected near the base. I walked around to her face and held it there.

"What are you going to do?"

"Clean your cock, Sir"

I grabbed her hair and placed my cock against her mouth. Her lips parted as took me in. She worked it up and down licking off her cum. Her tongue went lower until it reached my balls. She carefully and lightly licked each one. Her nose nestled at the base of my cock while she worked. She could lick balls better than anyone.

"I love the way you do that, slut." I said graciously.

"Thank you, Sir. I love to do it."

"You need help learning to be a better cocksucker, though." I stated plainly.

"If you say so, Sir."

"Should I bring in another cock to train that mouth? Would that help?" I asked.

"If that's what Sir wants." She said in between licks.

"Get up." I said pulling her to her feet. "Kneel down on the floor right hear. Knees shoulder width apart so I can see your pussy. Hands behind your head fingers locked. Keep your back straight and rest your ass on your heels."

She did as she was told. I grabbed my phone and texted Mr. White who was waiting in the house. I grabbed a riding crop off the wall rack.

"Now," I started, "we'll wait for Mr. White. He's less patient and more instructive when it comes to getting his cock serviced. I'm sure you'll find he's a fine teacher."

"What?!" She cried. "You mean right now?"

Thwap! I brought the end of the riding crop down hard on the top of her ass.

"Ow! Fuck!" She screamed.

Thwap! I brought it down again. This time with a stifled cry from her.

"How do you refer to me?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but I don't think..." Thwap! She stopped mid sentence.

"You agreed to this." I said sharply. "You don't have to get your ass whipped if you mind your words and choose them carefully. Now Mr. White will be here in a moment. You'll do what he asks and obey his commands as you would mine. We have plenty to discuss you and me, but that will wait until your first training session is over. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." Her head hung submissively.

The door opened and Mr. White entered. I was amused watching him enter. He was so eager. We had discussed a lot in the last few weeks and he'd seen photos of her, but now he was approaching her prone, naked body.

"Hey, mate." He said to me with a smile. I could see the slightest acknowledgement from Ana that this was an Australian man. I knew that would turn her on despite her fear of what was happening.

"Mr. White. Good to have you join. Have at her." I said. "Oh and Mr. White, anything goes while you're training her." I saw her stiffen at this last comment.

"So, you're the cum dump I've heard so much about! Let me see what you have here." He reached down and cupped her breasts, squeezing each nipple. He then ran his fingers over her pussy. "Wet! Looks like you've had some cock in here already, huh, slut?"

"Yes, Sir... I mean Mr. White." She said.

He continued running his hands over her body and then down to her ass noticing the red streaks.

"Been a bad whore already? Well do what you're told and maybe you'll avoid any more punishment, yeah?" He began to undo his pants. He put his hands in the elastic of his underwear and dropped them both at the same time. His cock was already hard. Mr. White was an inch bigger than me, and just as thick. He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back then obscenely draped his cock across her face. His balls rested on her chin and his cock went over her lips, against her nose and across toward her forehead. I watched it slowly grow to full length. Then he lifted it in his hand and smacked it down on her cheek. He slapped it again on her lips.

"Open up." He said and then he stuffed that cock into the back of her throat until she choked a little. I could see her demeanor change a little as she felt it fill her mouth for the first time, and then she reached up and wrapped her hands around it. She liked what she felt.

"Spit on it. Coat it with your saliva, and suck it." She did as she was told. He motioned to me for the riding crop that I was still holding in my hand. I handed it to him. He reached over her and swatted her ass for a bit of motivation.

"Stop!" he said after a few more minutes and then looked in my direction. "She's no good, mate. I can't cum like this."

"I'm sorry, Mr. White. I'll do better." She said weakly. He answered her with another whap on the ass. "You need suction, slut. You need friction. Suck it harder. Use your tongue on my cock while you suck."

She began again. Sucking harder and concentrating.

"Get it wet. Use your hands. Stroke the bottom half." He grabbed her hand in his and showed her how to work it. "There that's better."

He grabbed the sides of her head and started thrusting his cock. He fucked her mouth hard hitting the back of her throat and forcing a very sexy gurgling sound as she struggled to take the invasion.

"Yeah, that's it you filthy cum dump. Take that cock." He was enthusiastically enjoying himself.

He stopped for a moment and directed her down to his sack. She eagerly started licking and sucking his balls and using a free hand to stroke his cock.

"She's a cock addict." I said to him. "Be a good slut and tell him what you're job is. Tell him how much you love cock."

"My job is to please Sir and Mr. White's cocks." She replied. "I need to because I love cock. I have to have it every day."

Mr. White went back to teaching her how to suck guiding her mouth and hands. I couldn't have been more pleased watching her take this stranger. She was so obedient. I know it was partly his accent and his nice cock. I watched her put her hands on his thighs feeling the thick muscles. She probably thought this was just a one time event. Finally I could hear him getting ready to shoot his load. Ana sensed it to and lifted her blindfolded face and pushing out her tits.

"Here you go you stupid cum dump." Were the only words he could get out before unloading on her. He had a sizable load. I was pleased to see her face, chin, neck and chest get a healthy coating of cum.

"Well," he said, "don't waste it. Lick it up. Get all that in your mouth."

She paused. She had only ever swallowed my cum, no one else's. The pause was momentary and her command to obey took over. She scooped the cum off her left tit and neck and brought her hand to her mouth swallowing every drop.

"Did I do well, Sir?" She asked. Her heart was pounding and the events clearly had her breathless.

"I'll let you know when you're done. Now get him hard again." My tone was even. My intent was clear. She was not prepared for this to last longer than just a blowjob, but her ability to protest was slowly fading. I was worried when I first collared her and used the crop that she might try to back out. Now, she was collared, face fucked, demeaned and covered in a stranger's cum. She'd do what I asked. At least for now I was sure of it. I thought her obedience might change as my larger plans for her became clear. Mr. White took his cock and slapped her face with it. It made a smack when it hit the wet cum on her cheek.

Her mouth opened again and took in his thick cock. He smiled and glanced toward me with obvious gratitude for getting to use her. I slid from the couch and knelt behind her on the floor. My cock was hard and it easily slid into her soaking wet cunt. I let it bottom out and held there while I watched her suck eagerly trying to get Mr. White hard.

I leaned in toward her ear and whispered, "You're doing so well, my little cum dump. Enjoy that cock. You know you need it and want it." With that I leaned back and started fucking up into her little snatch. She was clearly turned on and it wasn't long before I could feel her ready to explode. She tried in vain to find a rhythm to sucking and fucking at the same time. When she faltered, Mr. White would slap her face lightly to get her attention. Soon she started to cum on me.

"Good, slut." I said while she pushed back on me.

"Is she cumming?" Mr. White asked.

"Listen closely." I said.

The convulsions in her pussy subsided. I could tell she was cumming down off a powerful orgasm. Mr. White was still buried in her mouth. Then I heard what I was waiting for, "Haime ha hupid hittle hor."

"What was that?" I asked "I didn't understand."

She took a breathe and the tried again, "Ah'm a hupid hlittle hor, Hir."

Looking at Mr. White I said, "Yes. She came. That's what she says every time she cums. No exceptions."

"You're kidding me!" He laughed. "That's brilliant, mate. What a stupid cum slut indeed."

It was hard to fuck at this angle, so I let me cock slide out of her slick pussy. I told Mr. White that we needed to get her in a more comfortable position. So I had her stand and walked her back toward the kneeling bench. Her knees looked sore, and the padded step would bring her much needed relief. I spread her legs so her pussy was accessible, and I tied her arms to the side of the bench. She sighed at the relief of having some support for her body. She's been kneeling for some time.

"I'm going to enjoy her mouth. She needs to clean off this cum of hers. Why don't you see how tight that pussy feels," I said positioning my cock at her mouth.

"Um, Sir?" She squeaked. "May I, um, ask a question?"

"What?"

"Is he going, uh, to, um, f-fuck me?" She managed to get it out shakily.

"Yes."

"But, I... um... thought that this was oral o-only." She said.

I took another crop from the rack on the wall. It was a leather braided crop. Far more painful than the other one we'd been using. I walked behind her, and brought it down hard before she knew what happened. Her shriek was loud followed by tears. The red streak on her ass was soon raised.

"Let's get a few things straight." I snipped. "First, you don't ever ask a question or make a statement that doesn't end in Sir. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Second, there is no 'he'. This is Mr. White. You will refer to him as Mr. White. As far as your training goes, Mr. White has agreed to help me train you. That means Mr. White has unfettered access to you. That means all of you. Your mouth, your cunt, anything. Is that understood."

"Yes, Sir." Her voice trembled. She was scared at the turn these events were taking.

"Then be a good slut, and say thank you to Mr. White for the opportunity to please him."

"Thank you, Mr. White, for the opportunity to please your cock." She said.

"Now as a punishment for not knowing how to refer to either of us, I'm going to revoke your privilege of using the words 'I' or 'me'. From now on you refer to yourself as 'this girl' or 'this slut'. Understand?"

"I think..." Thwap! Thwap! She'd get this right eventually. "Sorry, Sir. This slut understands."

I pulled Mr. White aside, and I told him to fuck her hard. I wanted her pussy pounded relentlessly with no breaks. I had given him a Viagra earlier to keep him rock hard. He walked up and rubbed his cock along the whip marks on her ass. They were hot. He slid his cock down to her opening and started to slide in slowly. Once he was fully buried, I watched this young kid pound her pussy with an energy I haven't had in years. He was younger than both Ana and me. He was definitely getting his due. Weeks of discussion that he was going to fuck a submissive slut in training had his sexual potency boiling. The sound of his body slamming into her ass was loud. It almost sounded painful. He had been going for awhile when she first came.

"Ooooooaaaah! This girl is a stupid little whore." She panted.

Mr. White didn't miss a beat in between. He kept slamming her. Pounding her harder and harder.

"oooooh y-yeaaaah, Mr. W-white, fuck this slut. Ohhh godddd, p-pound it, Mr. White. Oh fuck. This girl is a Stupid, stupid, little whore."

I was impressed with his stamina, but even he couldn't keep it up much longer. He pounded hard, and then pulled out a shot a load of cum bigger than his first load down her back.

"Fucking hell, mate! This dumb slut is a great fuck."

He stepped back and I jumped in behind her a slammed my hard cock deep. I pounded her with an equal strength and speed as Mr. White. Although it took a bit more effort for me. She was just driveling out her mouth at this point. There were no real discernable words. Just hints of "fuck me" and "Oh god" and whatnot. Her pussy was still tight and still soaking wet. She was going to cum again.

"This g-girl, s-stupid whore." It barely made sense, and then in another minute I heard, "...Girl... stuuuupid... whhore." I was ready to blow. I pulled out and shot a thick load over her already covered back. Mr. White took over before I could even take a seat. His eagerness was apparent by the voracity in which he continued to fuck her. He was relentless. She'd been getting fucked extremely hard now for about 45 minutes. She was cumming at regular intervals of about a minute or two in between orgasms. The orgasms themselves lasted near a minute a piece. Her words were lost. She was trying to say something, but absolutely nothing escaped her mouth but mumbled, slurred sounds. Mr. White came again. This time the quantity of his load diminished. I stepped behind her and continued our assault. I was more tired than Mr. White, but the scene unfolding in front of us was so hot that my cock maintained its hardness. I fucked my poor fiancé as best as I could. I had lasted about 15 more minutes before I felt my balls lift, and the cum began pumping down my shaft and exploding from the tip. I came in my hand. Mr. White stepped back in and began again. His thrust was still hard, but the speed was declining. I stepped in front of her and knelt down by her face. I took my hand and spread the cum onto her lips and into her mouth. I peeled back the blind fold for a moment. Her eyes could not focus. She was cumming again.

"Harder, Mr. White." I demanded. "Destroy that pussy." He picked up his speed.

"You're my stupid, submissive cum dump. Look at me while you get fucked." I whispered.

She was lost in an orgasm frenzy. Her eyes refused to focus and then I saw them start fluttering. Mr. White kept fucking her harder and harder.

"That's it. Take his cock, you stupid whore. Take it." My voice was quiet and measured. Her eyes were rolling back in her head. Her pussy had been getting pounded for well over an hour, hard and unceasing. Finally she couldn't hold on any longer. Her grip on reality was lost. Her eyes fluttered one last time, and then, at the height of her orgasm, she simply went limp. She was passed out. Mr. White continued stuffing her. Finally he came one last time on her back.

We were both tired. I told Mr. White that I could take it from here. He retired to the house to clean up. I sat on the coach and watched my fiancé lay there. When I met her at the airport a short while ago, she had no idea what was in store for her tonight. Now I watched her thinking that she had no idea what to expect in the coming weeks. I scooped the cum off of her back and into a glass. It was surprising how much there was. I took her panties and wiped her back clean. I left the cum soaked panties on the table downstairs and then carried her to the bedroom. I laid her down and then carefully stroked her face and called her name until she came to. Her eyes fluttered back open.

"How are you?" I asked.

"What happened?" She asked.

"You passed out. You were a good little slut tonight." I said. "You have to remember your rules, though. No matter what. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." She said.

"Sit up a little. You need to drink this down. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir." She said.

I raised the glass to her lips. She looked thirsty. "Drink it all as fast as you can. It's good for you." She tilted her head back and I poured the glass of cum down her throat. She gulped until it was finished.

She coughed and pursed her lips. "Was that...?" She started her question, but I cut her off.

"That is what little sluts drink." I said caressing her cheek softly. "Now you need to rest. You have a big day tomorrow. Okay?"

"But, but... I...," and then she thought better of it and simply said, "Yes, Sir."

I locked the door to the bedroom. I had intended on sleeping in my bedroom in the house, but I was worried that she would panic if I wasn't there when she woke up. I quietly tip toed downstairs. I shouldn't have been worried about waking her up. She was going to be out like a light for a long time. The room smelled strongly of sex, sweat and pussy. I opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air. I smiled thinking that had gone well. I walked into the house and grabbed two beers from the fridge. Mr. White was just getting out of the bathroom. I tossed him a beer.

"Well I'd say that went pretty well." I said.

"Pretty well, mate? She passed out. I've never fucked someone until they passed out before. I'd say it went great."

We sat down in the living room. It was 11pm and we were both tired after that first training session.

"I think I'm going to sleep in the guest house tonight." I said.

"Why bother? Just leave your slut in there and get her in the morning." Mr. White was far more detached from the situation than I was. He was supposed to be. That's why I enlisted him. He looked at her like a job. I had given him instructions of how to handle her, and he would do just that.

"If I'm not there when she gets up then she's going to panic. She needs to see me first thing, and I need to reinforce that she's safe." I said. "Then we can begin again tomorrow. She still doesn't understand what's happening or where she is."

"Geez, mate, you've really thought this through. I've never trained anyone before. I guess I don't understand all the psychological stuff."

"Just let me worry about that." I said. "If you want there's a bunch of books that I'm going to put in her room tomorrow or the next day. You can page through them if you'd like. I'm just worried about how to start the day tomorrow. The housekeeper will be here tomorrow too. I don't think you met last weekend."

He eyed the stack of books on the table.

"Well, mate. When you first contacted me I thought you were a bit off. I'm happy you did though. This is an experience of a lifetime, not to mention a really nice place to stay for no money." He joked.

"Having you help me will be worth more than money. I'm risking my entire relationship if this fails, or if she gets fed up and demands to leave. If we succeed, well, I'm not even sure what to think about that yet. I just know it's important to me. I think it's important to her too. She just hasn't realized it yet." I sighed aloud. I was bone tired. "Alright, I'm going to crash. I'll see you tomorrow."

I had slept on the coach in the guest house. I fell asleep easily, and had a deep sleep. I woke early in the morning. It was about 6am. I was going to need to tread carefully this morning. I needed to reinforce the few rules from yesterday and get her prepared for more, a lot more. I had initially thought about bringing her downstairs for training first thing. After some more consideration I decided that might be a bit overwhelming. I wasn't sure that I wanted to reveal the downstairs of the guest house. I think she'd be terrified to see an upscale looking sex room first thing. I had decided to have breakfast with her first to talk.

The clouds had broken overnight, and although still cool outside at the moment, it was warming up quickly. I went inside to prepare breakfast. I made a fresh fruit salad and set out everything for French toast. I made some green tea. I set the patio table with a nice table cloth. I picked some flowers and put them in a small vase in the center. It looked lovely and the backyard was absolutely stunning. There was a small fountain amid the foliage that offered a tranquil feel to the Polynesian atmosphere that the landscape architect had created. The food was prepared and the oven was keeping it warm.

I had to get myself ready before waking her. I showered, brushed my teeth, and put on a nice robe that matched my pajamas. I walked back to the guest house and unlocked the bedroom door. It was about 8am at this point. Ana never woke up early especially on the weekends. There were no clocks in the guest house. I didn't want her knowing what time it was. I gently woke her.

"Good morning!" I said.

"Good morning, Sir" she responded.

"How do you feel?"

"I'm tired, Sir. What time is it?" She asked.

"It's time to get up." I said. "I drew you a bath downstairs. Please come with me." I placed the blindfold over her eyes and led her to bathroom downstairs. There were a few scented candles filling the room with the aroma of gardenias. I locked the door behind us and she had to pee right away. I turned to give her privacy. She noted how pretty the bathroom was. When she had finished, I turned around and helped her remove the collar that was still secured around her neck. I helped her step into the bath, and I knelt beside her. She relaxed immediately, and I took a soapy cloth and began wiping her body.

"You're covered in cum." I noted.

"I... I'm not totally sure what happened last night. You and that other guy had fucked me for so long, and, it... it just gets foggy toward the end." She said quietly.

"Please, refer to me properly." I replied softly.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

Once she was cleaned, I had her step out of the bath and dried her off. I put the blindfold back on and took her upstairs.

"Get dressed. Please choose anything you'd like." I said.

She opened the dresser drawers and the closet noting that her clothes weren't here.

"Where is my suitcase, Sir?" She asked a bit confused.

"I put that away for you. You should pick something that you have available here."

"But... there's only..." Her eyes met mine, and she knew what I expected her to wear. She chose a pink lace bra and matching panties. She pulled a pink silk robe from the closet and wrapped it around herself. She looked so sexy.

"Shoes." I stated.

"There are only high heels here, Sir." She noted.

"Shoes." I stated again just a bit more forcefully.

She understood. She picked out a pair of pink strappy heels from the closet and put them on. I had her wait there while I went downstairs. I came back a few moments later with a pink collar that matched her bra and panties.

"I love that you chose pink. It looks great on you. Let's put this on so you match perfectly." I told her as I wrapped the collar around her neck. She held her hair to the side while I secured the buckle. I placed the blindfold back on and walked her out of the guest house to the table. She sat blindfolded while I brought out the food and placed it on the table for us.

"Now," I said, as I walked around behind her removing the blindfold, "I've made us a nice breakfast." She opened her eyes and took in the beautiful display before her. Not just the breakfast and the table, but the strange location where she found herself.

"Oh my, this looks delicious, Sir." She said enthusiastically. "W-where are we? I mean, where are we, Sir? This place is beautiful."

"It is beautiful, isn't it! Well, let's see, there's so much to discuss. I'm not even sure where to begin. First off, how was last night?"

"Uh... well... it was nice. I mean I wasn't expected to have a threesome, but it was exciting being blindfolded. You didn't have to do that for me though... um... Sir... you know bring in another guy." She was nervous.

"Did you cum well?"

"Oh yes, Sir. I came a lot. My pussy is sore though. I'm not sure I could handle that again."

"Do you remember talking about being my submissive last night?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you still want to be a full time submissive for me? Do you want to try it for a few months?" I asked carefully. I thought I'd revisit the conversation to really make her feel that she was agreeing to the lifestyle, not being forced into it.

"Yes, Sir. If that's what you want. If I don't have to work then it can't be that hard to do everything you ask. It was hard before with work and errands. Now you'll be at work and I'll have all day to get things done and complete any assignments you have." She seemed confident. She wasn't entirely accurate in her statement. She wouldn't have all day to herself. Not for awhile anyway.

"Well, do you want to do be a submissive or do you just want to complete simple tasks and assignments that I want? They are two entirely different things." I asked.

"Both I guess, Sir."

"I'm not sure you understand." I said in between sips of my coffee. "If you enjoyed yourself last night, if you want to try this full time without having to work at anything else, then you have to do exactly as you're told."

"Okay..." She said hesitantly.

"What I mean is that, for at least the next week, I'm going to give you a daily itinerary. You will cook, clean, work out and fuck when I tell you to. You will not deviate from the itinerary. Understood?"

"Well what about running errands, seeing my friends, wedding plans..." She began asking.

"One week, Ana, no exceptions. We can discuss things again after the week is over. I promise it will be a very difficult week, and I promise that it will prove to be fulfilling if you make it through. I love you. Agreed or not?"

"I love you to, Sir!" She said. "Ok. I'll do it. I mean, Sir. I'll do it, Sir. One week can't be that hard to work off of an itinerary, Sir. Will we be going back to our place today?"

"Look. I told you we have plenty to discuss. While you were gone, I had a run in with our landlord."

"With Larry? That guy is such an asshole..."

"Well, let me put it this way, we no longer live at that apartment." I said. Her reaction was absolute shock. "I had to move us out." That wasn't exactly true, but she'd learn the truth about her new home soon.

"Well where are we living? Where is all our stuff?" She questioned a bit panicked.

"We are staying here for the time being. Is this place so bad?" I gestured to our surroundings.

"No, Sir. But... but can we afford this?"

"You don't need to worry yourself about those things. You need to focus on being a good slut and doing what you're told." I said firmly.

"Yes, Sir." She said although she looked frazzled by this new turn of events.

"Now you listen very carefully. I have gotten you a personal trainer. He will be here every day to work out with you. I have also gotten you cooking lessons from a private chef. She will be here daily I believe. We're still working out the details." "Well that's very nice, Sir, thank you. Can we afford...?"

"If you question my decisions one more time, I will have to punish you."

"I... I'm sorry, Sir."

"Did you enjoy Mr. White last night?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"Did you like his cock and the way he fucked you?" I asked. I could see Mr. White through window from where I was sitting. He was awake.

"Yes, Sir. He was very good... But I love your cock. You don't need you to bring anyone over." She said.

"Mr. White is going to help me train you." I said.

"What?" She blurted.

"I said Mr. White is going to help me train you."

"You mean he's going to fuck me again? Are you just letting anyone fuck me? You're making me feel like a whore. I'm not a prostitute. You can't just make me have sex with people." She was getting louder and more upset.

"First of all, I'm not renting you out. Second of all, you're my whore and it pleases me to make you feel like one. I suggest you be careful what you say and how you say it. You're going to be trained for the week. This is part of that training. You didn't have a problem sucking his cock last night. You just told me he was a good fuck."

"I know, but... but... I didn't know that he was going to be fucking me all week. I want to leave. I don't want to do this. I don't like what you're doing."

"If you are so opposed you may stand up and leave. If you do, though, then this is it for our relationship as well. You just agreed to be my submissive. Full time. No questions asked. If you decide to stay then your outburst has earned you a punishment." I said it in a low roar. I was upset. "This, Ana, is how it always is with you. You agree to whatever I ask. But the second you decide it's too much for you, or too boring for you, or too much trouble, or you've lost interest then you bail on it." My voice was rising steadily. "This will no longer stand. Ever. If you are too stupid to realize that I'm going to marry you... that I want to spend my life with you... that I would never do anything I didn't think was good for you... then I'll grab your shit and you can move on with your life. Otherwise, you get on your knees now, put your blindfold on and say 'Yes, Sir'. Understood?" I pushed my chair back abruptly. "You'll either learn to stop acting like a child and take responsibility over your decisions, or you'll leave. This breakfast is over!"

She slowly slipped from her chair onto the ground. Tears were forming in her eyes as she fumbled with her blindfold. I felt bad on some level, but I was angry as well. I was tired of her flip flopping on every decision. I was tired of her not following through. I was tired of her constantly questioning me. It suddenly became clear to me why I had set all of this up in the first place. I loved her, but she had tested my patience in this relationship and my patience was now gone. My wife would be a good wife, a good partner, and not someone that was selfish. I pulled the weight in this relationship, and I gave her leeway at every turn. This wasn't about sharing her with another man. This outburst was indicative of every part of our relationship. How quickly I'd forgotten after she seemed so eager last night. On some level, I knew she'd fuck this up too. I swung the back door open to the kitchen as Ana knelt on the ground with her blindfold in place.

"Mr. White?" I called out. "Can you please come here?"

"W... what are you doing? He is here?" Her voice was shaky and quivering. I didn't answer her.

"Hey mate, sorry I didn't pop my head out earlier. It sounded like this little cum dump was getting in trouble." He said smiling. He always smiled.

"Follow me." I said to him. I grabbed Ana by her arm and yanked her up. I pulled her roughly to the guest house and inside. There were two eye hooks in the ceiling that had ropes running through them with cuffs at the end. I put her wrists in each cuff. The ropes ran up through the hooks in the ceiling and then down to a hook in the floor where it could be tied off. I pulled the rope taut raising her arms up and apart. She was on the balls of her feet.

"You will call me, Sir, when you speak to me. You will do as you're told. You will be punished otherwise. If you can't handle that then just tell me you need to leave and we'll part ways. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

I pulled the most painful crop off the wall and gave her two hard swats on her ass. They turned an angry red almost immediately.

"Mr. White, this slut has been insolent this morning. She needs to be punished. She will do whatever you ask of her during her punishment or she may collect her things and leave. Can you handle her punishment?"

"Sure, mate. I'll have her in ship shape in no time."

"I'll be back later." I said slamming the door behind me.

I stormed off toward the house, and didn't make it half away across the yard before swearing aloud. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I abruptly turned around and headed back. I opened the door and entered. Mr. White stood holding the crop in his hand. Ana still strung high in the middle of the room.

"Mr. White, would you step outside for a moment?" I asked. "Just leave the slut hanging there." The words made her bristle.

Mr. White came out and met me on the patio a few moments later. He could see my anger and seriousness.

"Everything alright, mate?" I was amazed at how even keel he was all the time. He was a good natured guy that took things seriously, but never forgot that life was supposed to be enjoyed. He was definitely enjoying this. It calmed me for a moment.

"Look," I began, "I appreciate you signing on to help me with her. I want you to know that it means a tremendous amount to have someone I feel I can trust. I'm sure most people wouldn't understand why I'm doing this. I don't expect that you fully understand yet either. You may notice that she can get me worked up. I'm very upset with her. Not because of anything in particular she said this morning, but because what she said this morning is an extension of things in our relationship that bother me. Do you know what I mean?"

"I think I can understand what you're getting at, mate." He replied calmly.

"I would like nothing better than to punish her right now. I can't. I'm too worked up, and my punishment would be cruel beyond belief. You said when we spoke the first few times that you liked the idea of dominant / submissive relationships and training -- that you liked the idea of training of a slut. That slut that I have strung up in there is my fiancé. I love her more than you will ever know. I need you to punish her. I know that you don't know much about it yet. Go in there and be harsh. She won't like it. I won't leave anything off limits to you... but... Watch her body signals. Listen to her pleas. Understand her limits. Take her to limit of her tolerance, but don't go beyond it. You're an empathetic kid. You'll know what's right. Just stay attuned to her body. Never show her your face. Never let her ask you any questions. Just give her commands, and administer her punishment. But don't hurt her too badly. You may demean her. Mark her with the whip. Let her cry. But don't go too far."

"I'll do my best, mate. Don't worry. I'll be plenty harsh without fucking her up." He said.

"Thank you. Let me know when you're through." He turned around and headed back to the guest house. I waited a moment outside. I heard a bit of commotion on the other side of the fence that separated my yard from the neighbor. I had hoped Ana and I weren't too loud this morning. I decided to head back inside.

I walked into the office. I hadn't spent much time in here since I had set it up. It was my little sanctuary. The walls were adorned with all the artwork that Ana didn't care for. Rock art posters, movie posters and my personal trinkets deemed too bachelory to be kept in our apartment. I finally had a place to keep them. This was my favorite room, and I had made sure it was perfect. I had set up my desk, which was enormously big, with all my computer and electronic gadgets. The cameras that were installed in the guest house all recorded to large hard drives that were in the closet. I powered on my computer and accessed the cameras. I saw Mr. White standing behind my love, and brutalizing her with the crop. I made sure everything was recording, and then I left. I didn't want to watch.

I cleaned off the table outside and did the dishes. Afterward I took a walk around the neighborhood. It really had turned out to be a nice day. The house wasn't far from our old apartment, but this new neighborhood was all homes and no apartments or duplexes. I hadn't really gotten to know anyone yet. A few people had waved when they saw me driving the U-Haul truck and off loading furniture. The guy next door to me seemed a bit nosy. I hadn't introduced myself formally. I knew that he was paying close attention or conveniently watering the lawn when I spoke to the contractors. I didn't blame him. I'd want to know how long I was going to have listen to construction too, if someone was doing work next to my house. Either way it was a nice change of pace to live next to homeowners who cared what their homes and yards looked like. They were always more considerate neighbors.

By the time I got back home it had been over an hour since I'd left Mr. White and Ana alone. I walked out into the back yard expecting to see the door open. To my surprise the door was still closed. I went back into the living room and sat down turned on the news. It was almost an hour later before I heard the back door open. Mr. White walked into the living room cracking open a Miller Lite on the way.

"Jesus, mate. That woman of yours is pretty amazing." He said.

"How did it go?" I asked hesitantly. I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

"I'm glad you gave me that little pep talk. I've never in my life done anything like that. She did well, mate. She did real well. Although I'd give her a little time before you head in there. She just got worked over."

"I'll take your word for it." I wondered what had gone down. He knows I could have been watching. For all he knew, I did watch. I'm sure I'd see what happened at some point when I decided to go through the footage. We sat quietly and watched some television. I noticed that he looked a little out of sorts himself. My curiosity was peaked for certain. Dominance and submission experiences release a lot of endorphins. It's common, especially for submissives, to have delicate and conflicting emotions after a demanding experience. I waited another hour before I decided check on her.

I stared at the door to the guest house for a moment. I took a deep breath before entering. I had calmed down significantly, but Ana was still being punished however he'd left her there. She would probably expect me to still be mad. I walked in quietly. I'm not sure I was prepared for what I saw. She was on the kneeling bench. Each leg was tied down, somewhat clumsily, but secure. Her arms were tied to the front legs. She was covered in cum which was almost all dried by this point. Her ass hung off the end with a butt plug secured tightly in her hole. Her pussy had a sizeable dildo lodged deeply inside it with a thin rope tied from her waist to the end of it preventing it from being pushed out.

She wasn't sure who had entered. I walked up and knelt down near her face. It too was covered with cum. Her breathing was in calm, short breaths.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Oh, Sir!" She said happy to hear my voice. "Yes, Sir. I'm much better with you here."

"Did you get punished?" I asked.

"Severely, Sir," She said beginning to cry, "Um, Sir, I... I'm r-r-really s-sor-sorry, S-sir. I ju... juust w-wanted to sssay..." She couldn't even finish her sentence. She just started sobbing.

"Shhhh. I accept your apology. Just relax. Let me help you." I calmed her.

"Th...thank y-you, S-sir," she said it almost too quietly for it to be heard.

I walked behind her seeing the red welts from the riding crop. There were at least twenty that must have been hard. The welts were raised and hot. I could feel the heat emanating from her ass from a few inches away. I untied the rope around the dildo and slowly slid it from her pussy. I had thought he used the little six inch dildo, but as I removed it I realized that this was a nine inch one. A full eight thick inches and been buried inside her. When the end of the dildo popped out, a stream of cum poured out that had been trapped behind it. I grabbed the panties that I left on the table last night. They were full of dry cum already. I used them to wipe up the stream that had poured out of her. Once the cum had stopped I moved up to the butt plug. She must have hated him for this. She didn't like having anything in her ass. I pulled on the end, but her ass had already begun to tighten around it. I slowly tugged letting in stretch her opening until I could get it to crest the widest part.

"Ughh. Oh. Oww." She squealed in pain softly. Finally I got it to crest and it slipped out the rest of the way. Her ass was opening and closing involuntarily as it got used to being free of its obstruction. Cum bubbled out in little spurts. I looked down her opening and saw a fair amount of cum still stuck in there.

"He fucked your ass?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir. He told me that misbehaved sluts get their assholes fucked." She said.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"No, Sir." She said letting out a few more sobs.

"Not even when he came in it?"

"It hurt so much... b-b-but g-getting the cum f-felt so w-w-warm and s-s-soothing a-a-and I knew it w-would be over. Don't let him fuck me again, Sir. I want you to train me, no one else. Please, Sir."

Staring at her stretched asshole made me hard. I know it hurt her, but it was a part of training she would eventually have to endure. I untied her hands and had her sit up into an upright kneeling position.

"Squeeze it out of your ass." I said.

Her sphincter squeezed and opened and squeezed and opened. Soon a drool of cum came slowly out of her asshole. I collected it in the glass that I had used the night before. She sat upright for five minutes letting the last droplets fall out of her.

I handed her the glass, and said, "in this house, little sluts don't waste cum. Drink it down." She shakily brought the glass to her mouth and poured it back as quickly as she could. The grimace on her face said it all. I walked back behind her and stuck a finger in her ass. It slid in easily.

"Do you think you're a misbehaved slut?" I asked her.

"Yes, Sir." She said with hesitation.

"Does that mean I should fuck your ass?" I asked.

"If that's what Sir thinks I deserve."

"I'm not going to punish you for misbehaving this morning. Mr. White did that." I said.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Sir, for not fucking my ass."

"Oh, I am going to fuck your ass." I said. "But I'm going to fuck it because I told you not to refer to yourself with 'I' or 'me'. When I give you a rule it's meant to be followed."

The realization washed over her. Last night had been such a haze of emotions and orgasms that she had completely forgotten. I could tell that as soon as I had said it, it registered with her. I had definitely instructed her how to refer to herself, and now she visibly deflated knowing she was going to be punished.

I dropped my pants and spit on my cock to get it lubed. Her ass was still stretched from the plug, so I placed the head right at her opening and pushed inside. I heard her gasp. I fucked it slow and deep. I felt her clenching down on me. The truth is that I was so turned on by her debasement that this wouldn't take long.

"Does it hurt, slut?"

"Not that much, Sir. This girl is much more used to it now." She replied. I pounded in and out of her listening to her grunt when I got too deep. She never complained. She just took it. When I was finally ready to cum I pressed in deep and shot a huge load deep in her bowels. I grabbed the plug off the table and worked it back into her ass.

I lead her to the bathroom and shut the door. Inside I told her to remove the blindfold. She complied. Then I told her to remove her collar. She complied. I looked at her. Her holes were all stretched. She was covered in cum. Her whip marks were now turning a dark purple on her ass.

"You look like a whore." I told her. "Covered in cum like a little cum dump. You want to yell at me for letting someone else fuck you? It makes you feel like a whore, you said? Well how do you feel now? Remember your manners in the future, and you won't have to get treated this harshly. This marks the end of your punishment. Take a bath or a shower. You may not remove the plug from your ass though. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

I locked the door behind me. All the locks in the guest house were backwards to keep people in and not out. I retired back to the main house. It was coming up on 1pm. Maria was supposed to be coming over to clean at any moment. I went and took a shower of my own. It felt good to stand under the warm water. The day had not gone as planned so far, but I had to say I wasn't disappointed with the day either. I had planned on breaking Ana in more slowly. Despite the expedited chain of events, she wasn't scared away. Although, I had given her the ultimate motivation -- see it through or leave forever. She was handling things in her own way. I cleaned myself up and got dressed. I walked down stairs and made myself a cup of coffee.

At 1:30pm the door bell rang. I walked down the hallway to the door and opened it. Sure enough it was the cleaning lady. I invited her inside and asked her to take a seat in the kitchen.

"It's so good to see you, Maria." I remarked.

"Thank you. It's nice to see you too, Sir." She said. Oh how I loved to here myself referred to that way.

Her English was near perfect considering she had just arrived in Los Angeles recently, but she did have a heavy accent. She still struggled with plurals and some small grammar and vocabulary issues. Often times those issues were inconsistent. Sometimes she spoke properly and other times she'd mess up. It was cute. She was an incredibly sweet woman, and, if I was right, she was going to be an added complication soon.

"Mr. White?" I called out. He soon came around the corner from his bedroom. I introduced him to Maria briefly. Then I pulled him aside. Whispering I said, "Good job with the punishment. You were more thorough than I imagined. I fucked the slut in her ass again and put the plug back in. Now, I've left her in the bathroom to shower or bathe and get cleaned up. She's been instructed not to remove the plug. Would you please go to the office and watch the bathroom camera and make sure she doesn't disobey?"

"Sure thing. Let me know if you need anything else." He said bounding off to the office.

I turned back toward Maria and apologized for the interruption. I had found her online in an advertisement for a housekeeper. During the construction on the house and right after I had really needed someone to come in and do a lot heavy cleaning. She was a sweet woman about forty years old. She was very adamant about being paid in cash. After much discussion during our first interview, I found out that she was born and raised in Colombia and recently moved to the states after her divorce. She had two kids staying with her sister in Colombia, and she was trying to find work so she could send money back to them. Unfortunately, she couldn't get a visa and came her illegally. Maria was an absolutely stunning woman. She stood 5'6" tall and couldn't have weighed more than 120lbs. She had wide hips, flawless skin, beautiful brown eyes and a large natural chest. Her hair was a long black flowing mane. I had been so turned on when we first met.

She had asked me about the home, and I told her how I had recently purchased it for my fiancé as a surprise. I showed her some pictures. She seemed completely at ease with me. She had said that a lot of people she met treated her poorly. They were either upper class women that wanted to pay her poorly and boss her around or men that tried to grab at her or proposition her. I offered to pay her double what she asked. She had done an incredible job the first few times she cleaned.

It was a week ago, last Saturday, when things had gotten a little more complicated. It was also the day I realized that my overall plans for Ana may be altered as well. She had done the entire house top to bottom and then she sprayed down the patio. She watered the plants and flowers. She was thorough as always. She had come to me and pointed out the guest house and offered to clean it. I had told her during our first meeting that it was off limits, but she had brought it back up. I told her again that wouldn't be necessary. She pressed and said that I was very nice, and I was paying her too much. She wanted to do everything. I was very clear that Ana was coming back soon and that she would slowly start to take over the cleaning duties. She seemed deflated. She said that she wanted to keep me as a regular client. She kept pressing, and I finally reluctantly sat her down to talk to her.

"Maria," I had said, "The guest house is off limits. It's a private place. I won't need you to clean it."

"I won't look at your things." She assured me. "I just clean it."

I sighed heavily, "You don't seem to understand. I really do like you, but the guest house is a place where I practice an alternative lifestyle. What I keep in there is none of your business."

"I don't understand this words." She said in her thick accent. "What is alternative lifestyles?"

"Um, I'm not sure how to explain it. I don't want to offend you in any way." I had replied.

"It's okay. I need to understand this things." She said.

"I, um, I mean, like... Oh hell, you're a grown woman. What I'm trying to say is that it's a place for sex." I finally managed to get out.

"Eh...um...." Her face blushed and she looked down toward the floor as she finished. "It's okay. I'll clean anyway. There is laundry, yes?"

"It's private!" I said again.

"It's okay. I don't mind the sex mess. I wash the sheets. I show you how thorough I work and you won't fire me."

"You don't understand. I'm not firing you. All I said was that I didn't need you long term that's all."

"But I'll do better and you'll keep me. You can pay me less. I'll clean the guest house. You'll see."

This was going in circles. "Fine. Follow me." I said walking her out to the guest house. "I wish you would listen. This is awkward for me. I really didn't want you to see this." I opened the door to let her in.

"Thank you. I'll do a good job. You'll see." She said pleased that she had gotten me to agree. She stepped inside and then fell silent.

The inside was already pretty spotless since it hadn't been used. She was slack jawed as she stared around the room. I stood there quietly while she walked in, almost possessed by curiosity. She looked at the collars and the riding crops -- touching them as if they were fragile. She walked over to the selection of dildos and vibrators picking one up. She looked back at me nervously blushing. She saw the porn movies and video cameras.

"I tried to tell you." It was all I could really say at the moment.

"I... ah... You make movies here for sex?" She asked.

"No!" I replied. "I train women to be submissive... That want to be submissive. Do you know what I mean? I'm not a pornographer."

She understood what I meant. She walked over and picked up a collar. She wrapped it around her neck. She was fascinated by the feel of it. She walked toward the kneeling bench and instinctively put her knees on the padded step.

"I seen this in movies." She said. "You... uh, come se dice?... teach women y... what is the word... um... discipline... you discipline women?"

"Yes." I had said. "Not many people like this. I didn't want you to be frightened coming in here."

"You're always concerned about me. This is why I like working for you. I... um... want you to show me this things you do." She said.

"Show you what?" I was now the one that was a little nervous while she was curious.

"Show me how you do this?" She said again gesturing to the room.

"I can't show you without someone here to demonstrate with." I replied. "You want to see me train my fiancé?"

She fidgeted a little while thinking. "Maybe." She said pausing, "I think yes. Yes. Or... or... you could... um... demonstrate with... me."

"You've done this type of thing before?" I was surprised by her reaction.

"Oh, no! Never anythings like this. I... um... I want to see how you do it. I never seen a place with so much of this types of things."

She continued to look around. She touched the sex swing watching it rock back and forth through the air.

She sat down on the sofa still fidgeting with the collar. She stared off into space for a few moments. Her curiosity changed to a pensive silence. I saw her eyes begin to water. I sat down beside her. I put my hand on her knee trying to not be disrespectful by touching.

"Are you okay? Have I frightened you? I'm sorry if I..."

"I'm lonely." She finally said as if she had been holding it in.

I was taken totally by surprise. Maria was a beautiful woman. She was an exceptional house keeper. She had an ease about her that made her pleasant to be around and talk with. She was clearly a woman that was too smart to be a housekeeper, but probably had few options given her immigration status. That statement, however, was dripping with emotional need that had been bottled up for far too long. I was ill prepared for it.

"Please," I said, "talk to me if you need. I don't mind."

She paused for a moment. She looked at me with a new look, a painful look. She began to speak, "I only live here in America for four months. I have no friends. I miss my children. I was married for twenty two years to a man that didn't love me. I marry him when I was 18 years old. He cheated on me all the time. He had been the only one that I had sex with. He stopped sleeping with me years and years ago. So I get divorced. I tried dating, but most men took advantage of me. They only want me for sex. I don't like it how they treat me. Now I move here and I make money to send home, but I'm lonely. I need to be touched. I... I like you. You treat me well."

I honestly felt horrible. I didn't know what to say to this woman. I had an outpouring of emotions.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Maria. You are a beautiful woman. You deserve better than that... but... well I'm not sure how I can help you."

"I... I want you to show me this things you do here. I want you to touch me. I haven't been touched in a long time. I want to try this with someone that knows how to treat women this way."

I was conflicted, and more importantly I was engaged to be married. I would love to train another woman, but I would have to get Ana to a place where she could handle that kind of thing.

"If men only want you for sex, then why would you want me to teach you? What I'm trying to say is that this type of lifestyle, this training, is strictly about obedience, discipline and sex. So, why would you want that?" I asked.

"Because you're a kind man. Because you show me this things." She said gesturing to the room. "Because I want to chose who can touch me and make me feel things. Because you know how to do this things with women. Because I want to try this with a strong man that knows what he wants... That knows how to make me feel these things. It's not like other men who want to grab me and make me do things. You never treated me like this. You're always nice to me. You pay me better than other people. You're a good man. I want a good man to show me this things and discipline me. It... it turn me on thinking about it. I can be obedient. I was an obedient wife I just never got touched or loved back."

How strange it is when you spend your life trying to get a girl to be submissive, and then a naturally submissive woman shows up on your doorstep. Maria, from what she was saying, was submissive.

She leaned in puckering her lips and tried to kiss me. I backed away. She looked down at the ground rejected.

"I'm engaged, Maria. You know that." I said it softly to not hurt her feelings.

"I'm so sorry." She said standing to leave. "Oh I'm so sorry."

"Stop." I said. "Come back here." She came back and stood in front of me. "You really want to be trained? You want me to teach you?"

"Yes." She said sheepishly.

"Fine. You do what I say, and if things work out when my fiancé gets back maybe I'll train you. Does that sound okay to you?"

"Really!? Oh, thank you." She said.

"Can you follow instructions?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Let me have a look at you. Take off your clothes." I ordered politely.

She looked at me shocked at the bluntness of the command, but didn't hesitate to start removing her clothes immediately until she was standing naked in front of me.

"Put on the collar." She wrapped the black bondage collar around her neck and clasped it shut. She still fidgeted with the large d-ring on the front of it.

"Sit on the couch and spread your legs." Her reactions were effortless.

"Now rub your pussy." She blushed a bit and had trouble making eye contact, but her hands moved to her sex and began to work.

Her pussy was not shaved. The dark hair was neatly trimmed. Her outer lips were thin and honey brown like her complexion. When she spread them open it was the purest pink. Her clit stuck out obscenely. Not a normal little nub like most women, but a long hard nub -- big and sensitive. Her breasts sat somewhat high on her chest with a deep crease under each where they hung. She had massive dark areolas two and half or three inches in diameter with large dark nipples. I could smell the moisture in her pussy as she rubbed her clit. I wanted her so badly. My cock strained in my pants begging for release. I walked around the couch behind her. I reached over her shoulders and slid my hands down to her pendulous breasts. She sighed small sounds of delight at my touch. I rolled her nipples between my fingers. She squirmed with every touch.

"How many men have you slept with?" I asked

"Four," she said.

"Call me Sir when you speak to me. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Have you ever been with a woman?" I asked.

She was close to cumming. I could hear her breathing quicken. "I have thought about it, Sir."

"If you want me to train you, I will ask you to do things that you may not have done before or that might be painful." I said softly.

"Like whip me?" She asked.

"Yes. Like whip you." As the words left my lips she came hard. Her body shook violently. I watched her breathtaking display in front of me. This woman was sexually repressed. She needed someone to tell her it was okay to be sexual and naughty. When she began to come down I asked, "Does that excite you?" I wondered if thought of the crop pushed her over the edge.

"Oh yes. It excites me a lot." She said breathing heavily.

"Get on your hands and knees." I commanded.

She slid from the couch to the floor in a naturally submissive pose. She continued to touch her pussy. Two fingers plunged in and out of her wet hole. She came again and then again. I finally walked around to her and rubbed her round, firm, full ass. I slid my hand between her thighs and rubbed the slit of her pussy. It was extremely wet. I wanted nothing more than to take out my cock and bury it inside her. I unzipped my pants, letting them fall around my ankles. I grabbed my erection and started stroking it slowly. She turned her head to look back at me catching a glimpse of my cock.

"Eyes forward." I said sharply. I stroked furiously until I was ready to explode. I aimed at her beautiful ass and shot an unusually large load of cum all over it. I could hear her gasp when the first warm jets sprayed her skin. When I was fully drained I pulled my pants back up. I grabbed her panties from the floor, and started to slide them up her legs. She lifted her knees when I got to them allowing me to pull them up her thighs and finally covering her cum covered ass. She reluctantly pulled her fingers from her pussy as I pulled them up. Her panties began to discolor immediately as the cum soaked into them. I pulled her to her feet and handed her the jeans she had worn. She put them on. I was mesmerized by her breasts as they swung back and forth while she pulled the tight jeans around her ass.

"You will not shower until tomorrow morning. You may not change your clothes. You will sleep in those panties tonight." I said.

Again I heard a gasp from her. Everything seemed to excite her. I grabbed a pen and paper. I wrote down the name and address of a store.

"I would like nothing more than to fuck you. I just can't do it until my fiancé arrives and begins her training. If I fuck you, she will be there to watch. If you like that thought... if you want to be trained, you will go to this store." I handed her the piece of paper. "You will buy a padded black bondage collar like the one you're wearing, a black garter belt and black stockings, and a pair of strappy black high heel shoes. You will bring them with you in a small bag the next time you come here, and you will wait to hear instructions from me on what you should do."

Her hand shook nervously as she took the paper from my hand. "Y-yes, Sir. Thank you." She said softly.

"Now get the rest of your clothes on, and get out of here for the day. You did a wonderful job cleaning as always." I walked out abruptly without waiting for a response. My cock was hard again already. Twenty minutes later I heard her walk through the house toward the front door. She poked her head into the living room and said she was leaving and she'd see me next Saturday. She smiled wide. She was happy. As she turned, I could see the dark stains soaking through the ass of her jeans. I knew she must have felt very naughty. I couldn't believe my luck with this woman.

That situation had unfolded exactly one week ago. So this is how I found myself on this particular Saturday afternoon. My housekeeper sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee with me and clutching a small bag that held some intimate belongings. My fiancé was locked in the bathroom in the guest house turned sex room with a butt plug in her ass. And a relative stranger, who happened to be my new roommate, sat in my office monitoring a live video of my fiancé making sure she didn't remove the medium sized, aforementioned butt plug I had lodged in her earlier today. Maria looked nervous. Her nipples pressed at the fabric of t-shirt. It wasn't cold inside, so I could only assume she was turned on.

"Hey, mate? Can you come in here for a minute?" I heard Mr. White calling me

from my office.

"Come with me, Maria." I said walking toward the office. Maria followed behind me still clutching the bag. Mr. White was rewinding the video when I arrived in the doorway.

"What's going on? Has she been a bad girl in there? I'm going to be pissed if she took that thing out." I said.

"Um, it's a little more complicated than that I think. Uh, you might want Maria to leave us alone for a moment while I show you this." He said motioning toward the petite Colombian woman hovering behind me.

"I'll handle my employees, thank you, Mr. White." I snapped at him. I'm not even sure why, but it surprised him as much as it did me. Maria just smiled at me happy at my decision to include her.

"Suit yourself, mate. Here, take a look at this." He said shrugging off my tone and pressing play.

"Maria, come watch this with me." I said motioning her forward toward the screen. Mr. White stared at me confused as to why I would include the housekeeper.

On the screen was a picture of Ana running a bath for herself. She stood by the counter trying to look back at her ass touching the purple marks from her punishment. She sat down on the corner of the tub letting her feet soak while the tub filled. After a moment she reached for the shaving cream and razor, presumably to shave her legs. It was just out of reach. She went to stand and had a noticeable issue. Her face contorted slightly and she looked down towards her ass.

It appeared as if the butt plug had suctioned to the porcelain ledge on the tub. She probably hadn't realized that the bottom of the plug had suction capability. I was amused. She had tried to stand again and then unsure of why she was stuck there jumped up in a panic. The plug popped out with an audible sound and she made an "oomph" noise as her asshole stretched wide freeing itself from the intruder. She looked around guiltily as if someone had seen, but she was alone. The cameras were well hidden. She'd never find any.

Convinced that she was alone she stared at the plug. She unstuck it and picked it up. She tried to measure the girth by wrapping her fingers around the widest part. She looked around the room again frustrated, probably from the lack of mirrors. She pulled one ass cheek to the side trying to look back at her asshole. She looked a little like a dog trying to catch its tail. She wanted to see the opening. She reached back and touched her asshole. She put a finger in her ass, then two. She was shocked by how wide open she felt. She pulled her fingers out finding my cum on them. She raised them to her mouth licking tentatively at first and then cleaning them thoroughly. She sniffed the plug holding it to her nose and then stuck it back to the ledge.

She slowly sat trying to aim the tip of it back into her asshole. She got it nearly all the way in before pulling off completely and then sitting again. She was hesitant to get over the hump. She started bouncing on it as if trying to open up her hole. Then strangely enough she started touching her pussy. She was riding this plug two thirds of the way and making herself cum. Finally she pressed down a little too far and her hole crested the girth of the plug, planting it inside her. She froze still. Then she stood up quickly letting pop out and then down again all the way. She smirked. She tried that a few more times until she exploded in a powerful clitoral orgasm. Finally she left it planted in her hole where it should have never left.

"Son of a bitch!" I said. "Did she or did she not squeal in pain when you fucked her in the ass this morning?" I asked confounded.

"She cried like a little girl, mate. That hole was fucking airtight when I cracked it open. I know it hurt. I fucked it for a good long while though before I came in it."

"So what you're telling me is after years of dating this slut, and hearing her complain about taking it in the ass, she now likes getting her hole stretched? That is unbelievable."

"Doesn't look like that's much of a punishment at this point, mate." Mr. White stated.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I was furious with this girl. "Maria, did it look like she enjoyed that butt plug?"

She looked jolted at being asked to give an opinion on this obscene video she just watched. She paused for a moment clutching her bag even harder. Then she said, "it look like she like putting it in and out of her ass to help her cum... Sir."

Again Mr. White eyed me as if he wasn't sure why the housekeeper was even here much less giving an opinion. And now she was responding to me as Sir.

"Exactly. That is exactly what I saw. I mean I told her explicitly not remove that from her ass. And why is she cumming on her own? Did we not tell her she wasn't allowed to cum without our permission?" I asked aloud, but to no one in particular.

"I didn't give her that instruction." Mr. White remarked.

"Hmm. I guess I didn't either." I said. "Well she needs to be punished for this. I mean this girl loves me. I know that. But she can not follow instructions for shit. I need to knock her down a few notches. Get her off of her high horse."

"Whip her again?" Mr. White suggested.

"No. That's not good enough. We need something emotionally and physically exhaustive." My mind was turning. I glanced to the side and saw Maria still standing there nervously clutching her bag. "Well, Maria, do you like what you've seen so far? Do you like watching my fiancé?"

"Y... yes, Sir." She spoke sheepishly again.

"Well you don't sound so sure. Either you like this or you don't. Do you want to be a part or not?" I said it dismissively like I didn't care about the answer. Deep down I was praying for her to say yes.

She paused. I think she thought about how I had been referencing my own fiancé, and knew not to take my tone offensively. "Yes, Sir. I want to be part of this things." She said.

"Well then I think you should stop strangling that bag in your hand, and make use of its contents. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir." She said turning toward the bathroom.

"Where are you going? Get back here." I said.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I was going to put on..."

"Going where?" I cut her off. "Right here is fine."

I looked at her. She glanced at Mr. White embarrassed. I suddenly realized the issue she was having.

"Oh. Shit. I'm so sorry. I can't even think straight today. Um...I introduced you both earlier. Mr. White, Maria. Maria, Mr.White." I did the quick reintroduction. "Mr. White here is helping me train Ana. He helps me with discipline and fucking her." I said to Maria. Then turning toward Mr. White I said, "Maria here wanted to clean the guest house last week and stumbled upon my play room. Turns out she liked what she saw." They both acknowledged each other with a newfound understanding. "Great." I said. "Now either put that on or go clean. We need to get to work."

Maria glanced at Mr. White and then began to undress. She took off her t-shirt first and her breasts spilled out in a massive jiggling mess. Oh they looked so good. No bra. I liked that. Next were her jeans. She pushed them down toward her ankles bending over at the waist. Her ass jutted out into the air, a thin piece of g-string fabric disappeared into the crack of her ass, but that was soon gone as well.

"Fantastic." I said looking at her. It made her smile to see my approval. Mr. White instinctively reached out to touch her breasts. I picked up a spare crop that I kept in the office, and swatted his hand.

"Not for you." I said playfully. "This is my new little project. I'll be the first to fuck her, and she's hands off unless I say otherwise." I raised the crop again and cracked it on her ass. She smiled a devilish smile, and Mr. White could see that she enjoyed the rather hard smack. "Fantastic!" I stated again.

Maria soon had on her new uniform. The black stockings and heels looked sublime. The garter belt hugged her ass and hips perfectly almost like a second skin made just for her. My cock begged for release. She reached back into her bag and grabbed the black padded bondage collar. She fiddled with it in her hands.

"I'll take that, Maria." I reached out and took the collar from her hand. "When I put this on, Maria, it's called collaring. It means you want to be trained. When you come here you will wear it. When you wear it, you'll follow my instructions and do as you're told."

"Yes, Sir." She smiled. She liked the idea of being collared.

"Kneel." I said. She slinked to the ground in front of me. I took the collar and wrapped it around her thin, fragile neck and clasped it tight. "How would you like to try licking some pussy?"

"I like to try, Sir."

"Excellent. I want you to go wait at the door to the guest house. When you come in with me, I don't want you to say a single word. Just do what you're told." I liked how closely she listened to her instructions. "When's the last time you got fucked?"

"November, Sir."

"Would you like some cock today?" I asked.

"Oh yes! Please I like that very much, Sir!" She exclaimed.

"Ok. We'll see how you do. Get going."

Maria left us in the office. I looked back through the footage. I just wasn't sure what to do. Ana wasn't listening very well. As usual, she said what I wanted to hear, but she didn't act accordingly. I didn't want to traumatize her on day one. I thought maybe a little heart to heart to start would be a good plan. I wanted to see what she said. I wanted to see if she was willing to acknowledge her mistake.

Mr. White sat in the chair next to me. He hadn't said anything since Maria had stripped naked. I noticed him staring at me with a quizzical look on his face.

"What?" I asked referring to his expression.

"What the fuck was that mate?" He asked wagging his finger at the pile of clothes Maria left behind.

"You mean Maria?" I asked.

"Yeah. How the hell did that happen? The housekeeper last week, and this week a collared slut?" He looked perplexed and amazed at the same time.

"I dunno. I just fell into it." I said shrugging my shoulders. "She has a fantastic body though, right? I mean how excited are we? Don't worry. I'll let you have a go at her eventually."

"I... I just don't know what to say, mate. You might be my hero."

"Shut up, dick. Don't get all gay on me. C'mon, let's go figure out what to do with Ana."

I walked out to the back and found Maria kneeling in front of the door to the guest house. I admired how easily this submissiveness came to her. I tapped her shoulder and motioned her to follow me inside. They both knew to stay quiet until they were called upon. I walked in and knocked on the bathroom door before opening it. Ana knelt on the bath mat by the sink.

"How's my slut?" I asked. "Feeling better after a bath?"

"Yes, Sir. This girl feels much better now."

She had dressed back in her pink bra and panties. I calmly reached over removing both articles. She understood that she would not need them. I bent her over the counter and wriggled the end of the butt plug.

"Still intact." I noted.

"Yes, Sir. This girl wouldn't take it out without permission."

I noted the blatant lie and walked her out to the sofa with her blindfold back on. I sat her down and massaged her shoulders.

"Thank you, Sir. This girl really needed a massage."

"It's my pleasure. You had a really hard night last night and hard morning as well. Do you know how much I love you?"

"Yes, Sir." She said nuzzling her head into my chest.

"About this morning, Steph, I'm sorry you got whipped so hard. Those marks will go away in a week or so. I'm just really not okay with you saying things that you don't mean. Telling me you'll do something that you never intend on doing. And lying. You lie all the time. You even lie about stupid stuff that isn't worth lying about. You know?"

"I'm sorry, Sir. This girl promises to be better."

"Well, I just don't think you know how deeply I love you. Part of the reason I want to train you is so you can be a better partner. I don't want you to look for a job because I don't want you to feel overwhelmed. I want you to have time to work out, which you've complained about. I want you to have time to learn to cook so when we have a family we won't always be eating out. I want you to have time to keep our home cleaned. I'm not trying to force you to be a housewife. You can get a job again if you want. But, well, you've made me carry the weight in our relationship doing most of the work. I just want you to help. I don't mind sharing responsibilities, but I do want help... without complaining. I don't consider it helping out when you complain profusely about it. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir. This girl didn't know these things bothered you so much."

"I've told you before, but I just don't think you listen anymore. You're selfish. If you don't want to do something then you just ignore me. I don't want to live like that. I don't want that to be my reality for the rest of my life."

"I'm sorry, Sir. This girl promises she'll change. This girl promises she'll learn to be a better wife. This girl is really sorry."

"And the lying?" I asked. "You'll stop lying to me to?"

"Yes, Sir. This girl promises."

"Thank you. That's all I ask." I leaned forward and kissed her lips. She kissed back in need of affection.

Mr. White and Maria sat quietly watching this conversation unfold. They saw that I loved her. They saw our moment of understanding in the midst of the craziness. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.

"How would you like me to take that plug out for you?" I asked.

"Oh please, Sir. This girl would love to have that taken out."

"You didn't like having it in there? Was it uncomfortable?"

"Yes, Sir. This girl hates having it in there." It hadn't looked like she hated it so much on the video I thought to myself.

"You were a good girl, right? You didn't take it out in the bathroom?" I asked.

"Oh no, Sir! This girl would never dare take it out without permission. This girl hasn't touched it." She said.

I looked over at Mr. White and Maria. They were shocked at her blatant lie just a minute after she said that she wouldn't lie anymore. It was just as I assumed. She was entirely disingenuous. I reached down and touched her pussy and clit. She cooed in my ear at the soft attention.

"Have you cum today?" I asked.

"No, Sir. Mr. White said I wasn't allowed to cum while being punished even if he fucked me well."

I nodded to Mr. White for a job well done. I also noted the second lie since I knew full well that she had made herself cum.

"Well, my love, do you want to try something that will make you cum really well before I take the plug out."

"Yes, Sir."

I left her on the couch and went to the bookshelf. I removed a vibrating egg with a remote control and an eleven inch extremely thick dildo. I set up what looked like an mic stand in the middle of the room. It had a large flat, heavy metal base and an adjustable metal rod the came up vertically from the center. I could see my two friends watching me carefully. I walked back over to Ana and inserted the egg inside her. She was being very good.

"Trust me; you've never felt anything like this before I promise."

"Full of new tricks, aren't you, Sir." She said playfully.

I walked her to the center of the room, and looped her hands in the ropes bindings attached to the ceiling. I pulled it so her arms were high above her head. I worked the dildo inside her. The first 6 inches went in easily. I worked in another inch slowly.

"This girl doesn't think it will fit any farther in there. It's too thick, Sir. This girl can't take anymore. Please take the plug out, Sir. This girl is too stretched with both these things inside her. It hurts, Sir." She said.

I brought the stand underneath her and adjusted the height of the metal rod bringing it up until it slid inside a mounting hole on the bottom of the dildo. I hadn't tightened it yet. I went back to the ropes and pulled tighter until she was on her tip toes. The metal rod adjusted higher as the dildo lifted with her body. I went back and secured the stand locking it in at that height.

"Please, Sir. This is too high. This girls hands hurt and she can't stay on her toes like this." She pleaded. She hadn't realized that the dildo was locked in at that height.

"Oh my! I wasn't paying any attention." I feigned concern. "Let me loosen the ropes." I went back and loosed the ropes allowing her hands some relief. She couldn't figure out why she was still on her tip toes.

"Is there something under that dildo, Sir?" She asked frantic. "This girl can't stay on her toes much longer."

"It's okay. Just ease yourself back down onto your feet." I said.

"This girl can't do that. The dildo is holding her up. If this girl tries to stand normally that dildo is going to rip her open. It's stretching this girl out too much. Please, Sir. Take it out. This girl can't fit any more of it inside her. Please, Sir." She pleaded.

"Would it help if I took the plug out?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir, but you need to take out the dildo too. This girl can't stretch any more."

"Did you take the plug out in the bathroom?" I asked.

"No, Sir. This girl wasn't allowed." She said frantic.

"Here let's see if this helps." I said turning the dial on the remote in my hand. The vibrating egg came to life deep inside her pussy. The look on her face was priceless. It vibrated the entire dildo, but I knew it was vibrating her g-spot as well.

"ppppleeeeasse, sssir. Thiiis girrrl caaan't ttaaaake anyyymorre. Thiis giirll... ahhhh.... Ooommmph...ohhhh godddd. Ppplease. Sirrr."

"Are you going to cum?" I asked.

"oooooh godddd. Yesssssss, Siiiirr."

"You better be careful. You know your legs go weak when you cum. Are you sure you can't get any more of that dildo inside you?"

"Ohhhhh fuuuuuuck. Thiiiis girlll is a stuppiidddd littttle whhore." She came. Her legs did give out a little. The weight of her body along with some new lubrication from her orgasm drove another two inches inside her. Her heels were an inch away from touching the ground.

"Pleeeaase, Siiir. This giiirll ccaaan't tttake anymorrrre." I turned up the dial a little more.

"Did you take the plug out in the bathroom?" I asked again.

She didn't say anything at first. Her face was contorted in pain and pleasure. She was holding herself as still as possible trying to control herself. It was a losing battle. I knew it probably hurt, but I knew the pleasure was outweighing the pain slowly. She would succumb to another orgasm soon.

"Well? Are you going to answer?" I asked.

"Nnnooo, Sir! Thiiiis giiiirl saiiiiid sssshe dddidn't haaave permisi... ooooooh noooo. Ohhhhh fuccck. Pleeeeeeaseeee. Shhhiiiiiiiit." She gasped and squealed. "Thhhhis gggirl iiisss a ssssstupid litttttttle whoooooore. Uuuungggg." She came really hard that time and the dildo slipped another inch inside her as her legs gave out some more. I turned the dial all the way. I imagine that the dildo had the vibrator lodged up by her cervix. That was a particularly sensitive area for her. She wouldn't be able to handle it for long. She had ten full inches inside her.

"Should I take the plug out?" I asked. I tugged on it adding pressure to her asshole.

"Yyeessssss. Pleeeease, Siiiir. I caaaan't taaake aaaaaanymoooore. I'mmmm tooo stuuuffed. Ohhhhh ffffuck meeee."

"That's not how you refer to yourself. You want to be punished?" I asked.

"NnnnnnnnnoooooohhhhhhgoddddddfffffffffffuckmmmmeeeeeeeeshhhhhiiiiitthhhhisssssgiiiirrrrrlsttttttupidliiitttttlewwwwwwwwwhoreOoooohnnnnnnggggg." She slipped some more and the last inch disappeared inside her.

"You said you couldn't fit anymore, but you got four more inches in there. I, for one, am really impressed. God you must feel like you're ready to burst with an 11 inch dildo and butt plug at the same time... not too mention that vibrator in there."

"Unnnnnngggg. Plllleeeeeeease, Sssiiir."

"Did you take the plug out in the bathroom?" I asked.

"Nnnnnooooo......"

"How long can you stand there before your legs give out completely and that dildo is the only thing holding you up?"

"Wwwwhyyy, Siiiiirrr? Oooooh fuuuuuck I'mmm ggoiiing to cccummmm. Oooooaaaaaaahhh. Stuuuuupid lliiiitttlllle wwhore." She sank lower and the end of the dildo disappeared inside her.

"Did you take the plug out in the bathroom?" I asked again.

"Yyyyyeeeeesssss!"

"Really?!" Now I was feigning shock. I took the crop and swatted her ass hard with it. "This plug here?" I wiggled it. "This plug that you were told not to remove?" I wiggled it more.

"Ooooooh. Pllleeaase. I'mmmm gonnnnaa...."

With that I ripped the plug from her ass, and she went into orgasmic convulsions. I shoved it back in all the way and pulled it out again. In and out. Again and again. She was cumming so hard.

"Thhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiisssssgggiiiiiiirliissastuuuupidliiiiiiitlewhhhhhore."

I turned the vibrator off. She struggled to hold herself up.

"Maria, come over here and look at this little slut." My new submissive eagerly made her way over and knelt next to me. I spread Ana's ass cheeks open showing her the gaping asshole. "Lick it." Maria buried her face in Ana's asshole licking it and eating her out. I heard Ana groan.

"Wwho iiisss tthat, Siiirrr?" She asked shakily.

"That's our housekeeper." I said. "You keep misbehaving and lying and the whole city might get a shot at fucking you."

"Why are you doing this?" She pleaded. She looked silly, like a speared slut dangling on that massive dildo.

"Because you're a chronic liar. You just sat here and told me you'd try harder and stop lying and then you lied to my face less than a minute later." I said.

"This girl didn't lie. This girl told you she took out her plug just to make you stop." She said.

"Really? Oh god I'm sorry. So you really didn't take it out?"

"No, Sir, this girl knew better than that." She pleaded.

"Oh I think I owe you an apology. Maria, what do you think about that? She didn't take it out after all I guess."

Maria removed her tongue from Ana's ass, and said "She's lying. I saw this...eh... stupid little whore pull it out on the video, and then she uses this to fuck her ass while she rub her pussy until she cum." Maria beamed looking at me to see if she did well. I smiled at her.

"Is that the same video you saw, Mr. White?" I asked.

"Yeah, mate." He said from the couch.

"Come to think of it, that's the same video that I saw."

"H-how many people are here? You were taping me?... Sir." She asked.

"It's just the three of us. Me, Mr. White and Maria." I said. "Would you like me to put on the video for you?"

"No, Sir" She said quietly.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because this girl knows what's on it." She looked so pathetic hanging there.

"What's on it?" I asked.

"This girl took her plug out and used it while she masturbated."

"Are you crying?" I asked. I could see tears coming down her face.

"Yes, Sir. This girl doesn't want to be punished."

"Oh course you're going to be punished, Ana." I said calmly. "I just don't get it. You were punished this morning for acting out by Mr. White. You were punished an hour later by me for not following instructions. Each time you apologized, and promised to be better. Then you disregard an instruction while you're in the bathroom. And when I bring you out here and give you a chance to tell me what happened you lie. I told you I don't want you to lie any more, and you said you wouldn't. Then you lied less than a minute later. To make matters worse, you just lied yet again and said you only confessed to get me to stop and you hadn't removed it. And now, you're crying? Now you're begging not to be punished? This doesn't have to be difficult. You're training could be so simple. It could be fun and satisfying for you. But you're too stubborn and too selfish to let anything be easy. You have to be punished so you'll learn. I know you don't want it, but I believe that at some point you'll decide that being obedient is easier than getting punished."

"Yes, Sir." She squeaked.

"Do you want the riding crop? Should I whip you?" I asked.

"No, Sir! Please this girl can hardly sit as it is." She said softly.

"Then I'll punish you a different way." I said.

"Oh Thank you, Sir! Thank you for sparing this girl's ass."

I grabbed the panties that were still lying on the table. They were crusty from wiping the cum off of her earlier. I handed them to Maria.

"Maria, would you push these inside her ass?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir." Maria said stuffing them inside her gaping asshole.

"Those are your crusty, cum covered panties, Ana." I told her. "You hear how Maria calls me Sir? She stumbled into this room while cleaning and saw all the toys. She asked me about it. She told me she wanted to be trained. She brought me a collar, and asked me to collar her. Should I have said no? I've always wanted a good submissive."

"You want to train her?" She said sobbing softly. "I don't want you to. I'll be your submissive. I offered to be trained. You're training me. We're engaged! I thought you wanted to marry me." The thought of me being with someone else definitely elicited the response I wanted. It was a devastating blow to her ego.

"You can't even follow instructions. You just referred to yourself wrong and you didn't refer to me properly." I said. "You're a useless submissive. You can't even do simple things. You want to convince me otherwise?"

"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir, let this girl show you she can be a good little whore. Th... that she can be a good submissive." She sobbed. "D-d-don't train that girl, Sir."

"And your punishment? What should it be?" I asked.

"W-w-whip this girl, Sir. Whatever Sir wants to do to this girl." She sobbed.

"Maria, can I have those panties please?" I asked.

She fished them out of Ana's asshole. I grabbed a small length of rope off the bookshelf.

"You want to be punished like a stupid little whore? Then open your mouth."

Ana opened her mouth and I stuffed the crusty cum and ass soaked panties inside. I took the rope and wrapped it around her mouth like a gag holding them in. I turned the remote on the vibrator to medium speed. She grunted as the vibrator hummed inside her. It was just enough to make her cum eventually and keep cumming. She stood there flat on her feet and stuffed, moaning softly.

Mr. White walked over and grabbed a crop standing behind her. Thwak! Thwak! He gave her two hard hits to her ass. Thwak! Thwak! Two more to the back of her thighs. He walked to the shelf and retrieved a pair of nipple clips. He adjusted the nobs so they would provide a medium squeeze and then he attached one end to one nipple. She cried into the dirty panties in her mouth. Then he attached the other. She cried again. The pain from her nipples shot sharply through her body. She squirmed, but it only made the dildo dig deeper inside of her. Soon she settled. The pain from her nipples became a dull pain counteracted by the vibrations from her pussy.

I sat on the couch and watched her in such a precarious position. I hadn't wanted things to go this way. I thought that she would have been eased into her new life. She had made sure that wouldn't happen. She was going to be petulant and childish. I looked at Maria who still knelt next to Ana where I had left her.

"Maria," I said. "Please come here."

"Yes, Sir." She said. Maria didn't stand up to walk over. She crawled slowly letting her ass swing side to side.

"You want to be a good submissive, don't you." I said.

"Yes, Sir." She said.

"Do you think I'm being unreasonable with her?" I asked motioning toward Ana.

"She didn't follow instructions, Sir. She deserves to be disciplined." She said.

"You think so?" I asked. "You don't think I'm being too harsh?"

"Sir, she should look at what she has. All this things that you offer to do for her. If she saw where I grew up, then she would appreciate a kind, strong man that do all this things for her and provides her with so much nice things. I think a woman like her will lose a good man like you because she don't appreciate what they have. She don't think you can do better or that you will leave her. A smart woman will steal you the first chance she get."

It was an honest observation that she made. I knew that Ana was listening to what she said. Maybe Maria wanted her to hear it too. On some level, I felt that Maria was just trying to tell me how special she thought I was. She was trying to say "Hey. Look at me. I would appreciate you. I want you." I also knew that she had been cheated on and hurt. Not that she lost a good man, but that she knew the reality that men wander when they aren't happy. I couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked -- so confident on her knees in front of me, so pleased to submit. I found it to be the most erotic thing in the world.

"Undress me, Maria." I said. Her eyes lit up. She took to the task so carefully. She removed each article of clothing so delicately until I sat naked in front of her. My cock engorged and throbbing.

"Do you like my cock?" I asked her. She knelt between my legs inches away from it.

"Yes, Sir." She said.

"Would you like to put that in your mouth?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Please, Maria, suck my cock."

She just leaned forward and let her lips wrap around it. She slowly took it all the way into her throat on the first try. Her mouth was heavenly. She reached down to my balls and took them in her hand rubbing them. She continued with long slow strokes into her throat and then back out. I let out a loud groan. I reached out and placed my palm on her cheek caressing her face as she made love to my cock with her mouth. That's how it felt. Not a nasty blowjob, but a loving attentive deep pleasure.

"Oh God, Maria, you are so amazing." I groaned.

She didn't say anything. There was nothing to say. She had this cock in her mouth -- the cock that sprayed her with cum last week. The same cock that she'd thought about ever since that day. She brought her mouth down to my balls and licked them lightly. She sucked each one into her mouth running her tongue around it before moving back to the length of my cock. Her tongue traced the veins in my shaft up to the head and then she swallowed me again.

"hihs hurhl his ha huhid hiddah horh." I looked up from the deep pleasure I was receiving to see Ana shaking on the dildo struggling to keep her balance. She had cum hard while listening to us, but her words were indiscernible through her panty filled mouth. Mr. White continued to use the softer crop on her -- whipping her, not hard, but in regular intervals on her ass, thighs, under arms and breasts. It must have been a slow torture. The combination of the clamps, the vibrator, the dildo, the light whipping, the hands tied high and her tired legs was surely exhausting.

Maria continued pleasuring me with her mouth. I reached down and pulled her up. She moved up on top of me straddling my legs. I looked in her eyes as I guided her ass down toward my erection. Her brown eyes were wide and glassy. She wasn't sad, but happy, lustful and nervous. Her pussy was wet. As my cock connected with sex, her lips spread open engulfing it. It felt hot as the head pushed into her tight opening. I held her hip with my left hand while my right hand held her ass guiding my entrance. She slid down slowly until my cock was fully seated inside her. I could feel her clit pressed against me. I pulled her close to me. Her breasts crushed between us. Her breathing was slow and hard. Our faces were just an inch apart. Her hand was on the back of my neck and she stared silently, lustfully into my eyes. With my right hand I lifted her ass pulling her off my cock slowly and then I pushed her back down onto it. Her mouth hung open slightly. I began to pump into her slowly at first -- rhythmically. I can't remember the last time I was so turned on. She moaned softly. Her pussy was wet, warm and smooth sliding up and down on my cock. Then she sat upright bouncing on me. Her pacing quickened and she rode me hard. Her hand kneaded her breasts. She started to moan loudly. Then louder. Then louder.

"Oh Sir, your slut loves to ride this cock. Oh! Ah! Oooh! Ungh. Uh Uh Uh. Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Fuck! Yes! Oh! I'm cumming. I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She was screaming loudly. Her pussy squeezed impossibly tight when she came. "Oh, Sir, I'm your submissive little slut."

I couldn't believe it when I heard it. She had heard Ana call herself a stupid little whore when she came. She knew that she was commanded to say it. So she appointed herself her own phrase, similar except less demeaning. She added the word 'your' meaning she was mine something Ana didn't get to say. She was competing. She was showing her dominance as a better submissive. A glance at Ana showed me that she too was cumming listening to Maria fuck me. Maria had not missed a beat though. She still bounced on me hard and fast. She put a hand on my chest to get leverage while she moved her hips in impossible ways. She was building up another orgasm. She was grinding deep on my cock and her big clit was rubbing on me adding to her stimulation. I was going to cum out of the sheer erotic nature of the situation. My balls pulled up. I was fucking back into her meeting her thrusts. She sensed my orgasm.

"Cum inside me, Sir." She screamed. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Oh god. Ohhh. Goddd. Yes! Fuck me! Oh! Oh! I cumming, Sir." She collapsed forward on me grabbing onto me -- squeezing me tight while she trembled. Her hips were still moving her pussy on my cock. It was too much for me and my cock exploded inside her. It was intense. My orgasm lasted for a full minute. When I had finished she looked at me and said, "I'm your submissive little slut, Sir."

She lifted herself off of my cock and returned to her place kneeling at my knees. She reached out and gently touched my cock before leaning forward to put it in her mouth.

"No, Maria." I said.

She stopped and looked at me hurt by my rejection. I patted the sofa next to me. She got up and sat down next to me.

"Scoot down. Let your ass hang off the edge of the couch. Spread your legs wide. Hands palm down on the couch at your sides." She assumed the position I requested. "Don't move unless I tell you."

Ana was having yet another orgasm impaled on her dildo skewer. I looked at Mr. White who seemed to be enjoying her slow torture. It wasn't a brutal punishment but it was unceasing with so many points of stimulation. I walked over and untied the rope holding up her hands and removing the bonds from her wrists. I then untied the rope holding in her gag.

"Don't say anything." I told her removing the panties from her mouth. I took them and balled them up before forcing them back into her asshole. "I'm going to keep those there for the moment. If you say anything you shouldn't those will go back in your mouth. Understood?"

The tears streamed down her face. "Yes, Sir." She said in between sobs. The vibrator still hummed inside her.

"Did you cum?" I asked.

Yes, Sir." She said.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"I... I... don't know, Sir." She started sobbing louder.

"Why don't you know?"

"Be...because... it feels good b-but I'm so stretched out it hurts so much... and my... my nipples hurt... and Mr. W-white didn't hit me hard but it still hurt... I mean I think it hurt... I... I... just don't know if it did or it didn't... and my mouth tastes like cum and ass... and... and... I... I don't know, Sir... My arms hurt being held up and my legs hurt... and I didn't want to hear you w-w-with that girl... but you sounded so good... it t-t-turned me on to hear you c-cum... and... I... I wanted to be her... I mean... Oh shit, Sir... I mean this girl wanted to be the one to f-fuck you like that... Oh god... This girl meant to refer to herself properly, Sir... I... this girl is so confused... this... girl... just wants to... this girl came hard... I m-mean it hurts all over b-b-but it felt so g-good too... but this girl is so confused... this girl doesn't understand why... Why is this girl getting treated like... um... I mean this girl knows... but this girl came hard even though it hurt... this girl liked it... but this girl doesn't like this, Sir. W-w-why is this girl... why do I c-cum when it hurts... what's wrong with... w-w-wha... " She gave up mid rant and just sobbed openly. It was sad. It was so very sad to see her breaking down, but it was also the intended goal. I reached up and removed the nipple clamps. She shrieked as the came off. The pain came surging back into them.

"Don't worry. It's okay to be confused." I put my palm against her belly and I could feel the hum of the vibrator bringing her back to another climax slowly. "You're a stupid little whore, Ana. This training is going to last until you learn discipline, patience, good manners, servitude and obedience. When you've achieved that, you'll be welcomed back to your former life a more complete, more confident, more empathetic, more caring being. Someone who is selfless and willing to make those around them feel special. You'll be someone who knows that she has the will to endure the most torturous and embarrassing tasks. You'll be able to get through a day without whining and complaining and acting petulant. Until then you'll be treated and used like a stupid little whore. Now I'm sure my stupid pain slut wants to cum. Let me see it."

Her breathing was getting faster and her breaths shorter and more labored. The tears continued to stream down her face as her body began to shake. It started so subtly and it was building quickly. With so much of the extra stimulation gone her climax was becoming more fulfilling than the previous ones. She looked up sharply, the blindfold still intact. Her neck stiffened. I turned up the vibrator all the way. Her whole body tensed and shook. The tremors becoming more and more pronounced. Her climax was slowly overtaking every fiber of her being. I saw her gaping asshole pulsing open and close. I reached down and unhooked latch on the rod holding in her dildo and holding her up. The metal rod slid free and she was standing alone. Her legs were bowed and bent at a funny angle as they struggled to keep her upright. She was rocked by a few massive convulsions her arms swung wildly. Her body contorted. She made a guttural sound -- a primal grunt. Her entire body shook and vibrated in an endless series of mini tremors. Then she fell. She hit the floor hard with out any attempt to break her fall.

Everything in the room was silent. She lay face down in front of us. Her chest moving up and down was the only sign that she was still breathing. She had passed out completely. I'd never seen someone pass out quite like that. The dildo, which had been pushed so far inside her you couldn't even see the end, began to emerge slowly. The contractions that continued in her pussy were pushing it back out. Inch by inch in reemerged until the head popped out. There was still no movement from her. We stood still and stared. It was about five minutes later that she began to twitch. I lifted her onto her knees.

"Sir?" She asked.

"Yes. It's me." I said.

I lifted her limp body into the air and carried her to the couch. She was still only semi conscious. I laid her down in front of Maria. I helped her to kneel. I dipped my finger into Maria's pussy finding some of my cum. I pushed my finger into Ana's mouth carefully letting her taste it.

"Do you know what that is?" I asked.

"Cum, Sir. It's your cum." She sniffled. She had fresh tears trickling down her cheeks.

"We don't waste cum in this house. You will get all of my cum in your belly." I said.

"Yes, Sir." She sounded incredibly weak.

I bent her head forward guiding it towards Maria's slit.

"Lick it out. All of it." The command was firm.

Her tongue snaked from her mouth and ran across Maria's pussy lips. Maria squeaked at the first touch of her tongue. Ana stiffened realizing that her mouth was on another woman. She stopped for only an instant before thinking better of it. She sucked on her opening and was rewarded with a stream of my cum in her mouth. She sighed as she tasted it. It was motivation for her to double her efforts. Her tongue began to work all over her pussy occasionally disappearing inside in search of more cum. Maria's eyes rolled back as she had her cunt licked by my fiancé. Ana soon found her clit. The hard nub stood out proud from her pussy, and Ana ran her tongue over it in fascination before closing her mouth around it and sucking it hard. It looked as if she was trying to give her clit a blowjob. Maria began to lose control from the new sensation and soon she was cumming hard.

"I'm your submissive slut, Sir." She screamed out sharply as the orgasm racked her body.

Ana found another load of my cum seeping out of her freshly cummed cunt. She licked it up and continued her assault on Maria's sex. She brought her tongue back to her large clit and flicked it eliciting more coos from the prone housekeeper. She sucked it back into her mouth and concentrated on making her cum again in hopes of getting another reward. Her hard work paid off when Maria came hard again and the last bits of my load dribbled out of her hole. Ana's face was covered in Maria's juices. Her face glistened. I noticed that there was a new stream of tears coming from behind her blindfold.

"Why are you crying?" I asked sharply.

"Sorry, Sir. T-this girl is ashamed." She sniffled some more.

"Why?"

"B-b-be-because this girl is not gay, Sir" She said softly.

"Maria, did she lick your pussy good?"

"Yes, Sir. She very good at it." Maria cooed from the couch.

"It sounds like you're a natural pussy licker, Ana." I said reassuringly. "That's nothing to be ashamed of. You're body is meant to be used to get and give pleasure. You should be proud."

"Oh Shit! Sir! This girl is a stupid little whore!" She screamed suddenly. It was then I noticed that the vibrator fell from between her kneeling crotch. I had forgotten it was still inside her for a moment. She had been stimulated while she licked out Maria's pussy. She hadn't cum today without being demeaned at the same time even when she made herself cum using the toy she despised most. It was terribly confusing to her to experience pleasure and displeasure simultaneously. Slowly her ideas of pleasure, pain, satisfaction and humiliation were all being blurred. She felt all these emotions at once, but no matter how much she hated the feeling it always ended in orgasm. It was breaking her down.

"Maria!?" I barked out.

"Yes, Sir?" She said startled by the ire in my voice.

"Get your ass off my couch!" She slid to her knees next to Ana. "My stupid little whore has had a very difficult day so far. She continues to fuck up and it continues to get harder. You will put her on the couch and gently lick her pussy and ass clean until I come back here and tell you to stop. If you fuck up while I'm gone, you'll be the one getting punished. No fingers, no excess touching, no toys. Just lick. And pull those panties out of her ass."

I turned and left motioning for Mr. White to follow me. We locked the door behind us and headed back toward the house. I was getting hungry I decided to head around the corner to grab a bite to eat. Mr. White stayed behind to get some work done. It was good to step away. There was a lot of adrenaline and emotions that built up while doing these training sessions. It was nice to come down for a moment and think about everything that had happened so far. Ana probably needed a chance to rest as well, but I was going to break her of her bad habits and that required persistent emotional strain. As for Maria, I still wasn't sure what to make of this woman. She clearly loved being ordered around, and she showed signs of a solid submissive nature. I'd have to test her further to see what she was really willing to take. That meant I would have to find a reason to punish her hard. She had been very obedient so far, but she would mess up eventually. I also had to think of how I could transition her into our life on a full time basis. There was so much to think about, and, believe it or not, it was really difficult to wrap my head around everything.

Today was only supposed to have been a simple introduction to Ana's new life. I expected plenty of fucking, some light whipping, a lesson or two in properly presenting herself. I didn't expect to truly degrade her. I was afraid of driving her away with anything too drastic right from the start. Clearly all the planning that had gone into last night and today had been thrown to the wayside as events took on a life of their own. I had to get a handle on everything. I had to gain control of the situation. Control was what I craved. It made me feel serene knowing the events in my life were nothing more than a collection of people doing my bidding.

After a getting a late lunch and taking a walk around the local shops, I headed back to see if things were still moving along without me. I needed to make sure that I could be away at work while her training continued. It was Saturday and I'd taken the next week off to be hands on for her initial training. Eventually I'd have to get back to a normal schedule though. I just needed enough time to get Ana on her new schedule.

I walked by my neighbor and saw him moving things into his garage from the side of his house. He stopped and leaned against the wall separating our property every once in awhile and tilted his ear up. It almost looked as if he was trying to hear what was happening on the other side. I hadn't met the guy yet. We'd seen each other from afar, but I didn't like anyone infringing on my privacy. Now was not the time for a confrontation, nor did I have anything other than my paranoid assumptions.

Mr. White had fallen asleep on the couch. I walked by him quietly on my way to the office. I took the time to rewind the video footage and make sure everything had gone according to my instructions. I fast forwarded through the footage fairly quickly. The only thing I could tell is that Maria had spent a little over an hour sucking on her pussy and ass. She continued to amaze me. I wondered what made her so obedient. I theorized that maybe it was a former abusive relationship, or perhaps she was spanked as a child and enjoyed it. Maybe she was tired of making decisions in her life and the thought of giving the decisions to someone else alleviated her of any stress. Maybe she was sexually repressed for so long that she's expressing years of emotional and physical neglect in a grandiose display of fetishism. Who knew what it was. Maybe it was a little of everything.

I walked back out to the guest house and entered quietly. Maria glanced at me out of the corner of her eyes without removing her talented, long tongue from Ana's ass. She didn't smile. She didn't speak. She didn't stop sucking and licking. Ana was making delirious little sounds of enjoyment.

"You may stop now." I said to her. I watched her straighten her back and rest her ass on her heels. "Did you enjoy that, Maria?" I asked as I took up a position standing behind her.

"Yes, Sir, but my jaw hurts from keeping it open." She responded obediently. I picked up the hard leather braided crop and cracked her on the top of her round ass cheeks. The stroke was extremely hard, but I wanted to hear her reaction. To my surprise, she didn't make a peep, but her eyes watered almost instantly.

"Quiet now, Maria. No one likes a complainer." I said looking over toward Ana laying spread eagle on the couch. "Did my stupid little whore cum a lot?"

"T-this girl came a lot, Sir." She said.

"How many times since she started licking you." I asked.

"This girl didn't count, but it must have been around ten, Sir." She responded.

"Did you enjoy her tongue."

"This girl enjoyed it very much, Sir." She said.

"I thought you weren't gay. Isn't that what you said?"

"That's not this girl's concern, Sir. This girl does as she's asked." She answered calmly. "Sir? If you don't mind this girl saying, it felt good even if this girl was forced to do it. This girl's pussy was sore from that dildo, so it felt good to have such a soft tongue make it feel good, Sir."

It was absolutely beautiful to hear those words. I put my hand on her cheek caressing it to show my satisfaction with her answer. I saw a slight smile on her face. She was relieved to feel a gentle touch from me. I pulled both of them to the center of the room and knelt them a few feet apart. I let them stay just like that as I watched their naked forms wait for instructions. They were both so gorgeous each in a unique way.

"You will listen quietly and do what you're told." I started to speak slowly letting them take in my words. "You will both learn to kneel properly. That means you will learn how to follow the direction of anyone that instructs you in this way. First, you will learn to "kneel up". That means you will place your knees shoulder with apart. Heels together. Back straight. Stomach held in. Chest out. Head slightly bowed. Eyes down. Hands on your knees. Now. Show me 'kneel up'." I ordered.

Each girl snapped to attention to adjust their weary bodies. Ana did fairly well. I reached over and pressed my hand to her stomach. She drew it inward. Her breasts stood out proud on her chest. I looked at Maria. Her pose was sloppy comparatively.

I brought the crop down on her tits. "Chest out." I corrected. I walked around her before cracking her on the back of her high heels. "Heels together." Two more cracks, one on each thigh. "Shoulder width apart." I barked at her. "What's wrong, Maria? I Thought you were so good at following instructions. Don't start disappointing me now." I continued to talk down to her.

"Sorry, Sir." She said.

I admired her ass. Ana always had a small ass. It wasn't as firm as it could be, but it was cute and sexy. Maria had a much larger firmer ass, even for her age. It had the round bubble shape that wrapped down making a large crease where it met her thin, shapely upper thighs. I bent down and looked at it. I could see Maria's tight asshole buried in her crack. It looked delicious and untapped. I would definitely have to taste it and fuck it soon.

"Alright," I continued, "if I want you to show off a little in 'kneel up' position, I will tell you to put your hands behind your head. That means you will interlace your fingers and place your palms on the back of your head. Your forearms will be parallel to the ground. Show me."

Again each girl quickly snapped to adjust their position. Maria's tits were fantastic. Although they sat high up on her petite upper body, they hung heavily under their weight. I imagined that they would look spectacular when I fucked her from behind as they swung back and forth under her body. Ana had perfect tits. They were large and firm and perfectly round. There was not a hint of sagging. She had the tits of a girl in her twenties. Each girl held their position although I could see some slight fidgeting from maintaining their balance on their knees. I brought the crop down on Maria's ass again. It connected hard across the top of each cheek making an uncomfortable smack. Ana bristled at the sound. Her ass was a crisscross of whip marks already. Maria made a sharp intake of breath as the crop connected with her, but she held her position. It was enough to elicit tears from someone with a high pain threshold. The red line raised high off her skin and the familiar heat began to emanate from her new mark. She needed to be reminded that this lifestyle was about obedience, stretching her limits, and constantly learning and striving to be a more perfect submissive for her teacher. I couldn't allow her to know I thought so highly of her already.

"Stop fidgeting, Maria, or I promise you'll have trouble sitting for the next few days." I chastised her for what were, in fact, only minor movements. It allowed Ana to hear my correction and steady herself without the need for another hit from the crop. I continued, "Now let's move on to the 'kneel down' position. This is a more submissive position. You will put your knees and ankles together. Stretch your ass back to sit against your heels. Stomach pressed firmly against the top of your thighs. Breasts pressed to the ground. Your forearms flat on the ground with your elbows shoulder width apart. Hands on top of each other and your forehead resting on the top of your hands. Eyes to the ground. Show me 'kneel down'."

I was pleased to see each of them adapt quickly to the new position. This was a more comfortable position for them. It was more subservient. I liked watching them like this. My cock was again begging for release.

"I want you to remember these positions. You will be using them often. I'll expect you both to be able to execute them on command. No fidgeting even if your knees get sore. When I walk into the room you are to be in kneel up position unless you've been asked to present yourself differently. When we have other people here and you aren't being used, you will most likely be asked to remain in kneel down position. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." They both said in unison. It was like a symphony to hear them respond in chorus.

"Lastly, you will learn the 'present' position. It's called 'present' because you will be presenting your bodies for others to admire, touch and use. Now this position requires you to be in an all fours position. Your knees will be shoulder width apart. Your ankles shoulder width apart as well in line with your knees. Your ass back so it hangs above your mid thighs. Stomach pulled down toward the floor forcing your ass high in the air. Your forearms in line with your legs shoulder width apart. Head up facing forward, but your eyes drawn down toward the ground. Now, present." I ordered.

Finally I got a chance to actual give a lesson in good submissive behavior and proper etiquette. Ana would have had a much simpler day learning these positions and rules had she not been consistently ill behaved. Each girl took to the positions very well. The presentation position made them look so amazing. I walked up and felt each pussy. Ana was finally drying out after her series of orgasms. Maria, however, was absolutely soaked. I plunged a finger into her pussy and lubricated it. I then pushed it in her ass. She squealed while I worked it in slowly.

"Have you been fucked in the ass before?" I asked.

"Only once, Sir. A very long time ago." She responded quietly.

I had assumed that she had been more experienced. I never thought to ask. I spit on her asshole and worked it in with my fingers. No matter how much I pressed, it wouldn't loosen up. I got up and retrieved a series of graduating sized butt plugs. I was going to have to prime this hole before I could ever push my cock inside it.

"Would you like me to fuck you in the ass, Maria?" The question was irrelevant. I'd have her that way if I wanted and she knew it. I wanted to here what she was going to say.

She hesitated for a long time before answering, "I... uh... you can fuck my ass, Sir." She said nervously.

"I didn't ask if I could, Maria." I brought the crop down on her ass three times very hard. She whimpered unable to take it quietly. "Now answer my question."

"I... I... don't want you to, Sir. I... uh... would you just put your fingers in me to stretch it out for now?" She finally found herself in a place that she didn't want to be.

"I'll tell you what I'll do, Maria. I'll wait to fuck it until we can stretch you a bit. My stupid little whore had to listen to you fuck me while she was punished, so to make it up to her, I'll let her stretch it out for me. She must have loved listening to you tattle on her for taking her butt plug out."

"No! Please, Sir!" She pleaded. "I want you to do it! Please don't let her, Sir. Fuck me in the ass now instead." She quickly realized her mistake in so eagerly participating in Ana's punishment earlier. It was a good test for her, and vindication for Ana who currently remained in her position silently listening.

"Stupid little whore, kneel up for me." Ana knelt back into the new position. "Do you want to stretch out Maria's asshole for me?"

"This girl would love to help out, Sir!" She said it all too enthusiastically.

I placed a few different sized butt plugs in front of her. I brought her hands down to feel each since she couldn't see with the blindfold. She felt each of them stopping on one in particular. It was the one that she had worn earlier. She knew it by touch. It wasn't small at all. I took the crusty panties that I had stuffed in her ass earlier and set them in front of Maria. I lifted her face to meet mine.

"Open wide," I said before stuffing the panties into her mouth. "Do not let those fall out of your mouth. Alright, Ana, stretch her out slowly."

Ana reached out and touched her ass. She ran her hands along the raised whip marks while Maria remained in her presentation position. Her hand moved down her crack and her thumb came to a rest on her little hole. She pressed inward and felt it begin to slip in with difficulty. She leaned forward and spit on Maria's asshole rubbing it into the hole. She lifted the large plug and placed the tip at her opening. It was considerably thicker than my cock at its widest point. She pressed it in about a half inch, maybe more, before pulling it out and spitting on it. She tried again using more force this time to really stretch her.

Maria whined softly and breathed hard through her nose as she felt herself being opened up. Ana had gotten it about half way after a few minutes. She kept it pressed as deep as she could get it in at the moment, although still a ways from cresting it. Maria was breathing hard trying her best to endure the pain. Ana held it in that position with her left hand, and before I realized what happened, she took her right hand and brought it down like a hammer jamming the plug to hilt in Maria's hole. Maria let out a blood curdling scream as the pain ripped through her. The sound was muffled by the dirty panties, and she fell forward to the floor pulling her knees to her chest and sobbing.

"You want to fuck my man, bitch? I don't think so. I'm his submissive. I am. You can't steal him from me. You can't...."

"Ana! Kneel down before you regret it!" I bellowed cutting off her tirade with a swift move of the crop on her ass.

She froze in place, and then assumed the position that was asked. She was breathing heavily. Angry. I had hoped that she would treat Maria harshly. I had instigated it with my words. I hadn't expected her to hammer the plug into her though. Ana was still confused by the events of the past twenty four hours, and she finally snapped back in her first real outburst displaying her distaste for the events. I would have to punish her in some way. I retrieved an arm binder. It was like a long sleeved glove sewed together that covered her hands in a mitten pouch and laced up binding her arms together almost to her shoulder. I pulled her hands behind her back and carefully laced her into submission. I leaned her forward on her knees with her face against the floor.

I looked at Maria lying on the floor. Her sobs had turned into sniffles as the pain subsided. Little did she know that it was going to hurt almost as badly to pull it back out. I caressed her side lovingly until she gathered her strength to turn her head to meet my gaze. I removed the panties from her mouth.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir." She whimpered. "It hurt so badly."

"Can you stand?"

"Yes, Sir" She replied. She carefully brought herself up to her feet. Her hand reached back to feel the end of the plug, the source of pain in her ass.

"Don't touch it." I said. "Leave it in there, and I'll take care of it. Now, I want you to take this." I handed her the crop. "You may mark her twice. That's all."

Maria looked at me, and then down at Ana bound on the floor. Her eyes flashed rage. I watched her fingers grip the handle of the crop getting a feel for it. She looked at me again trying to find reassurance that she could do this.

"I... I can punish her, Sir?" She asked tentatively.

"You may. I will only let you have two attempts though. That's all. You two had really better consider the fact that you'll be spending more time together during our training sessions. That's all I have to say. I'll wait for you to finish." I stepped back taking a seat on the sofa.

Maria ran the end of the crop lightly over Ana's ass. I saw my fiancé flinch every time it touched her. Maria was taunting her. Ana began to plead with me.

"Sir, please don't let this girl get whipped by her."

"Maybe you should have thought through your actions," I replied bluntly. "This is only fair after you brutalized her little asshole. Actions have consequences in this house. I don't want to hear another word from you until she's finished."

Maria walked around toward her head. She bent down and spoke to Ana who was helpless and unable to move.

"I not a bitch!" She said defiantly. It terrified Ana who began sobbing softly waiting for the pain. "I not. I not a bitch." She repeated again. Her voice began to crack. "I... I know he's yours, but I need this things that he does to us. I need to feel submissive. When I find this place cleaning last week, I ask him to discipline me. He told me he wouldn't. He said I had to wait for you. I've not felt anything for so long. I not felt loved for so long. I know he loves you. He told me so when I first come to work here. I begged him to train me. I love all this things, and I feel again since he talked to me about submission. I feel all kinds of emotions all week waiting to come back. He calls me by my name. He calls you his stupid little whore. I wish I could be his stupid little whore. Don't take this from me. I'm not going to hit you. I don't want to hit you. I won't unless that's what Sir tells me to do. Please don't make me leave this place." She lifted Ana's face up from the floor and helped her to kneel back onto her knees. She placed her hands on her cheeks and wiped her tears with her little thumbs. "You're beautiful. You're very lucky. Let me stay please. Let me get trained with you. Let Sir do this things to me." It was such a surprising and heartfelt plea.

"Sir?" She asked hesitantly "Do I have to whip her?"

"I said to mark her twice. You don't want to?" I questioned.

"No, Sir. I don't want to, but I will if you tell me... um... Ca...can you whip me instead, Sir?"

"You'll take her punishment?"

"Yes, Sir. I take them for her."

"Then you'll take ten instead of two. They'll be the hardest whips either of you have gotten." I replied.

She gasped openly at hearing such a high number. She broke eye contact glancing toward the floor before replying, "Y... yes, Sir. I take ten please."

"No!" Ana finally called out. "No! I'll take them."

"Too late. Now keep quiet or you'll each get ten." I snapped.

I walked over and had Maria kneel in front of Ana. I pushed her forward laying her head in Ana's lap. I had her wrap her arms around my fiancé's waste. I brought her ass up high so it was presented prominently for her punishment. I didn't want to do it, but I had to. It had become a lesson more for Ana than for Maria. I brought the crop back high above my head. I took a deep solemn breathe. Then I brought the crop down with tremendous force. The sound of the leather on her skin broke my heart. She buried her head into Ana's lap and cried a deep painful cry. She cried with her entire body. I brought the crop back and brought it down again on her lower cheeks. She bellowed into Ana's lap and held onto her, squeezing her tightly. I whipped her three more times in succession. The crying was uncontrollable. I kept going. I had to keep my word. I had to show them how serious I was about obedience. By the time I reached number ten, Maria was unable to even stay in her position. She collapsed into Ana holding her for dear life, holding her like a child holds their parent after something traumatic. Her ass had been brutally hit. It was different shades of blacks, blues and purples. I set down the whip and placed my hand on her shoulder.

She looked up in between sobs and barely managed to get words out. "Th...thank y...y...you, S..s..sir. Y...y..you're a..a...a kind...m...m...man for spa...sparing h...her."

"You did so well, Maria. Just relax now. I'll bring you inside." I whispered picking her up in my arms, and carrying her into the main house. I laid her down in my bed and let her rest.

I fixed a sandwich and some fruit for Ana, and set it on the patio table. She had been inside almost all day. I walked back into the guest house and found her crying and bound exactly where I had left her. I reached under her arms and lifted her to her feet leading her outside. I sat her at the table and slowly untied the arm binder. I removed the blindfold. She blinked her eyes trying to focus. She saw the tears in my eyes.

"You just don't get it." I said. "I'm not sure you ever will. That woman is a far better submissive than you might ever be. What I just did to her was your fault. She defended you after you intentionally hurt her, and then she thanked me for taking your punishment. It was a far more brutal punishment than what you would have received from her. She cares about you -- about us. You should think about what she said to you in there. You should take that to heart. I don't understand how you can do what's asked of you one moment and then turn around and fuck it all up the next." I placed a watch on the table. "You have forty five minutes to eat and relax then the blindfold goes back on. I don't care to eat with you tonight." I stood and walked back inside locking the door behind me.

I went back to the bedroom to check on Maria. She had fallen asleep for the moment, but her ass was turning a darker purple with every passing minute. I could see the plug still lodged in her asshole. I would have to take that out soon. I ran a hot bath in the Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom. I lifted Maria into the tub and let her soak.

"Sir, you don't have to treat me better than her." She said to me. Her voice sounded shy and she still struggled to make eye contact. I felt like she was afraid to admit her true feelings for me, and maybe she thought her eyes would betray them.

"You've earned this special treatment tonight, Maria. I've never seen such a selfless, submissive act before. Just stay here and I'll be back in a little bit to dry you off." I closed the door behind me and walked back down into the living room.

Mr. White had left a note on the coffee table. He had gone out for a few hours and would be back late tonight. That was alright with me. I could handle the rest of the evening. I peaked out the window and saw Ana kneeling on the patio with her blindfold on and the arm binder folded in front of her. Her plate was empty. She must have been starving. It had only been a half hour. Who knew how long she'd been kneeling. I walked out to collect her.

"You're early." I said "You still have fifteen minutes."

"This girl finished her dinner, Sir. This girl doesn't deserve any more free time."

"As you wish." I replied.

I lifted her to her feet and walked her back toward the guest house. It had begun to get cool outside, and I could tell she enjoyed walking back into the warmth of her new home, if you could call it that. She knelt down in the center of the room as requested in the kneel up position. I paused for a long moment staring at her. She was naked except for the collar and blindfold, dirty and bruised. I walked over to return the arm binder to the shelf where it was kept.

"Remove your blindfold." I stated. My back was to her while she pulled it from her eyes. She watched me deposit the strange article on the shelf.

When I turned around I saw her wide eyed expression. She was staring unbelievingly at this strange environment that she had not really understood until this moment. Much like Maria the first time she saw the inside of this room; Ana took in every aspect of it with fascination, fear, astonishment and then a sense of knowing. I sat down on the couch.

"You may stand if you like," I said to her. "Feel free to take a look around."

She stood quietly looking at the wall of toys. She didn't touch anything. She walked carefully around the room recognizing the items that had been used to punish her over the course of the day.

"Sir? May this girl ask what this place is?"

"This place is your home at the moment. This place is mine to use for as long as I feel it is necessary." I responded vaguely.

"How long will this girl have to stay here, Sir?" She asked.

"Until you have finished your training, or until you have decided that being trained is something you aren't interested in."

"Is... is Maria going to be okay, Sir?" It was surprising to hear this question. She was apparently affected by the events of earlier.

"Why do you care? She is in the house right now in quite a bit of pain. She still has that plug in her ass. You know that is going to cause her tremendous pain coming back out. You did that to her."

"This... this... um... this girl thought that she was trying to steal you... but... when she spoke to this girl... when she took this girl's punishment... This... This girl understood... she... she is what you deserve... what this girl should have been for you... this girl feels bad for what she did to her... This girl can be better... even if being better isn't good enough for you... This girl still wants to be better. This girl shouldn't have lost control. This... This girl doesn't know what's wrong with her. This girl was upset that you wanted to train Maria... This girl is still upset... but that is not her fault. This girl will just try harder." She came to rest at my feet.

"You love me?" I asked.

"Oh yes, Sir! This girl loves you with all her heart."

"I may let Maria share my bed tonight. I'm not sure she can fuck in her current state, but you know that she'll offer. She'll offer because that's her reason for being. She didn't know it until recently. She didn't know what she wanted until I offered her the chance to relinquish control and accept this version of herself. Maria is liberated by bondage. She feels free by giving away her freedom. I love her for that. I can understand why that might concern you. You shouldn't be concerned." I sighed heavily choosing my words as best as I could. It had been such a long day for everyone and emotions had been all over the place.

"Ana, the difference between you and Maria is that you feel like this is something you are being forced to do. You agreed to it, but not because you truly wanted it. I have taken your freedom by making you stay here. You can't feel liberated like Maria because you resent me for it. You only think about being free of this place. She begged you not to take this away from her. You see, you're trying to leave and she's trying to stay. I didn't punish Maria, she allowed herself to be punished. I don't want you to resign yourself to this lifestyle. I want you to embrace it. Once you do that, I think you'll find a part of yourself that you never knew you had. I'm not saying that being trained will become easy, but you will find it more fulfilling. If you can't understand what I'm trying to say that's alright. I will come back in the morning. If you wish to leave this place you can let me know then."

She had listened to me carefully as I did my best to explain where I thought she had gone wrong. Ana had tears running down her cheeks while I spoke to her. She had more or less been crying for a good portion of the day. We had definitely had our differences over the years, but it seems I'd emotionally affected her more in one day than I had over the course of our relationship. I'm not entirely sure what was going on in her head. I had taken a chance with this grandiose plan. I thought I had thought it through entirely, but perhaps you can never think through everything. It had been as much an emotional experience for me punishing these women as it was for them receiving it. I had to be steadfast in my resolve to follow through even when my heart broke for them. I had to show them that their limits were greater than they believed.

"This girl understands, Sir." She replied quietly.

"That's good to hear." I replied. "Stand up and follow me." She rose to her feet as I pointed things out around the room. "This is my training room. This is where you will learn to be an obedient little submissive. This is not a toy room for you. You will not touch any of the items in here unless you are asked. Over by the door are your collars and leashes. You may choose one each morning when you get dressed. This place is to stay perfectly clean at all times. If your left alone in here in the evenings you should take the time to make sure everything is as it should be. There are items you may not recognize. You will learn what they are in time. The bathroom has no mirrors. There is no need for you to see yourself." I walked up to her bedroom. "You'll notice that you have a journal on your bedside table. You will write in it every day. You will write what happened that day and how it made you feel. You won't be punished for anything written in it. There is television here and downstairs. I can control both of these from the house. You will watch pre-approved programming only. If your training goes well then in time you may move into the house."

"Yes, Sir. This girl understands." She said.

"Good. Enjoy your evening. Get some rest you have a long day tomorrow. Good night." I kissed her forehead before leaving her.

With that I walked back outside locking the door behind me. It felt good to say goodnight to Ana. It eased my mind knowing that I didn't have to think about her training for a little while. I made my way back to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. I stopped into the bedroom to check on Maria. She looked quite relaxed by now. I set a towel and a terry cloth robe on counter and told her to get out when she was ready. I offered her the use of anything in the bathroom to get herself cleaned up.

I wondered what my fiancé must have been thinking. I cared about her so much. I walked into the office and pulled up the video of the guesthouse. Ana was not in her bedroom where I had left her. I scanned the cameras, and found her downstairs wiping down the furniture. She placed the crops that had been used back on the rack on the wall. She had felt them first though. She tried swinging it through the air. She swatted the arm of the couch feeling the force. Next she picked up the panties that had been left on the floor after Maria's punishment. She brought them to her nose and sniffed them. She folded them neatly and place them on the coffee table. Eventually she retired to the bedroom, laid down on her bed and picked up the journal to begin writing.

I was pleased with what I saw and went back to the kitchen to pour a second glass of wine. I sipped it slowly. I walked back toward the bedroom, and was surprised to see Maria kneeling naked outside the bedroom door in the hallway.

"Maria, what are you doing in the hallway?"

"I... I didn't feel okay staying in the bedroom without you there, Sir."

"What about the robe I set out for you."

"Sir should be able to see me naked in case he decides to use me."

"Come into the office with me and help me choose something for Ana to watch." I asked. She crawled down the hallway and kneeled down next to my chair in the office.

I brought up a series of porn videos that I had uploaded to the computer. There were all sorts of things to choose from. I wanted to pick out a few so I could have it play continuously throughout the night.

"What do you think is appropriate if you had a choice?" I asked Maria.

"Spanking and whipping." She replied in her accent.

I chuckled. "Well that does seem appropriate." I said stroking her hair with one hand. I put together a collection of videos that would play throughout the night. They weren't light spanking either. These were of hard whipping. I pressed play and adjusted the volume so it played quietly. Maria and I watched on the screen as the television came to life in Ana's room. It startled her. Her eyes went wide as the schoolgirl on the screen was tied down to a desk and whipped rather hard by a headmistress. It was going to be difficult for her to have that playing throughout the night while she slept.

I retired to the living room, and Maria followed me on her hands and knees. I turned on the television and switched over to the news. I sat back and finally took some time for myself. Maria stayed quietly by my side. I finished my glass of wine, and Maria took it from my hand before I could set it down.

"Would Sir like another glass?"

"Yes, Maria, that would be nice."

She excused herself politely and refilled my glass. She returned only a few moments later with a full glass. She set it down next to me and returned to her knees.

"Would Sir like anything else? My mouth or my pussy or my ass?" She asked.

I smiled down at her. I knew she still had that plug inside her. She hadn't mentioned it or asked me to remove it. "I'd like to have my balls licked." I responded simply.

"Yes, Sir." She said as she leaned over and began to remove my pants. I spent the next hour catching up on current events while Maria thoroughly and lovingly licked and pleasured me.

It had gotten late by the time Mr. White came through the door. He saw me sitting on the couch with yet another glass of wine flipping channels. Maria was still on her knees in front of me licking away with her ass high in the air in a modified presentation position.

"Hey mate, sorry it's a bit late. I hope I didn't miss..." He stopped himself when he got a look at Maria. "Fucking hell, mate, what happened to her?" He pointed to her ass which was looking darker still as the bruising set in.

"Maria, present." I said. She removed her tongue reluctantly from my sack and got into her presentation position in front of us.

"Tell Mr. White what happened to you." I said.

"Sir was teaching us how to kneel. He offer his slut to help stretch my ass so he could fuck me there. She used this plug but she got mad at me for fucking him earlier so she pounded it into me hard and called me a bitch. It was very painful, and I cried a lot. Sir got mad and asked me to whip her with the crop. I was very upset and crying and I told her that I wasn't a bitch and I offered to take her whipping for her to show her I was nice. Sir said if I took it that it would be very painful. I said it was okay. Now my ass is very bruised and sore." It was about as concise a summary as one could give.

"Thank you, Maria." I said when she finished. "Now, kneel up fingers locked." She effortlessly sat upright on her knees, and locked her fingers behind her head.

"Yeah... so... ah... that happened." I said. "On a side note, though, they've made progress. Ana is being lulled to sleep by some spanking porn. I was just relaxing with Maria who is getting a little special treatment for taking her whipping so well. Do you need anything?"

He looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. Then he cracked that smile of his. "I wouldn't mind having what you're having. But I prefer beer." He said.

"Well, I don't want to pull the slut out of the guest house until tomorrow. Maria, would you mind?"

"Of course not, Sir." She excused herself once again and returned with a cold beer. She knelt down between Mr. White's legs and looked at me for approval. I nodded, and she began removing his pants. She looked disappointed to be handling another cock, but it didn't deter her enthusiasm as she sucked each ball into her mouth and began licking them. It was surreal watching her suck someone else. It was the first time I got to sit back and watch her talented tongue on another man. She worked his shaft with her hands spitting on it occasionally before moving back down to lick his sack. She took him deep in her mouth every so often before returning to his balls. It looked amazingly sexy. No one said anything for awhile. The TV was on low, and the sound of her sucking filled the room. After fifteen minutes Mr. White announced he was going to cum.

"I want to cum on your tits, Maria." She leaned back on her knees while he stood up and worked out his load. I guess he hadn't cum since Ana's punishment this morning and shot jet after jet of hot cum all over her heavy tits. She smiled wide when he finished.

"She looks like such a sexy cum dump like that," He said. Cum was running down over her tits and dripping onto her stomach and thighs. She did look amazing.

"My cum dump." I specified. "That's my sexy cum dump." She definitely enjoyed hearing that, but she kept her eyes down like she knew she should. "Go clean yourself up in the bathroom, Maria. Then I want you back out here."

She disappeared silently, and returned only a few minutes later.

"Kneel down." I said watching her move into the desired position. "Look at that ass! I love that."

"She's a far better cock sucker than Ana, mate." He noted. "I'm not sure how you're going to deal with that. I'd almost pick her over your fiancé."

I sighed. "I know. Ana can sense it to. Hence the incident with butt plug earlier. Maria took a hard punishment though, and it made a lasting impression on Ana. She was concerned about Maria when I went back to tuck her in. I think you'll find that Maria is going to end up being a submissive mentor. That's what I hope anyway. If Ana gets attached to her, I'm hoping she can stay long term."

We spoke openly in front of Maria as if she wasn't there at all. She never fidgeted once while maintaining her position. It had gotten late. Finally I decided it was time to go to bed.

"Do you work tomorrow, Maria?" I asked.

"No, Sir."

"Would you like to spend the night here, and go through training tomorrow?"

"Yes, Sir. I would love this." She replied speaking into the floor.

"You will sleep in the bedroom with me."

"Yes, Sir."

I said good night to Mr. White and Maria crawled behind me to the bedroom. Her lingerie lay neatly folded next to the bathroom door along with the clothing she arrived in. She still wore her collar. She had put it back on as soon as she stepped out of the tub. I patted the bed next to me, and she climbed in beside me.

I wrapped my arms around her naked body pulling her close to me.

"Would you like me to remove the plug?" I asked softly.

"No, Sir."

"Are you sure?"

"I want you to take it out in front of your slut tomorrow, Sir. I want her to see it happen. I want her to see me in pain, Sir." The undertone was clear. She had heard me talking to Mr. White and she knew that Ana was already concerned for her. Watching this would bring it all back tomorrow. She was smarter than I think I even gave her credit for, and I had given her a lot credit.

"Would you like anything?" I asked. "Just ask, and it's yours."

"Anything, Sir?" She said softly. "Anything at all?"

"Yes. You were amazing today. Anything you want."

"Make love to me, Sir." She said turning to face me. "And... and... kiss me, Sir."

I leaned in toward her face and kissed her. Her lips parted and we shared an amazing, long erotic kiss. I turned her back away from me and kissed her ear and neck and shoulders. My hand slid down her side to her hip and down her thigh. Her legs parted as my hand wrapped around her and moved up her inner thigh toward her pussy. Her lips were moist and my cock stiffened against her back when I touched her. I rubbed her clit slowly while I scooted down letting my cock have access to her sex. I took my hand and guided my thickness inside of her. I could feel the plug pushing against me through her stretched asshole -- keenly aware of the additional sensations it must be causing her as well.

I pushed forward until I was all the way in. The head of my cock bumped into her cervix. A small moan escaped her lips. I brought my hand back to her clit and let my finger tease it. I kissed her neck some more, and then began to move my cock inside her using deep, long slow thrusts. I could feel every inch of her pussy pressing on my erection.

I kept my pace honoring her request to make love to her. I wanted to speed up. I wanted to fuck her senseless, but I maintained my self control. I could feel her pussy squeezing me. I knew she was building up to an orgasm, but it didn't come quickly. She kept getting closer, tighter. Her breathing was quicker, heavier. She moaned continuously as I bottomed myself out inside her over and over again. She was milking me in a way I wasn't used to. Her pussy was incredibly tight now.

I heard her to start to moan and tremble. Then it hit her. She came in an explosive wave of ecstasy. I pulled her back into to my chest and continued my movements unceasing while she continued to cum. It lasted for what seemed like an eternity. Just as she came down she whispered, "Again, Sir. I'm cumming again." Sure enough she set off another orgasm. Her cum had covered my cock and it slid inside her easily despite the thick grip her pussy had on me. It was heavenly. She came over and over until I couldn't hold back any longer. She felt my quick thrusts as my balls tightened. "Cum inside me, Sir. Cum inside your submissive whore." She whispered. I let loose an intense stream of cum inside her. After I had come down from my high, she leaned in and whispered, "Thank you, Sir. I've never felt so many wonderful things as you made me feel in one day." I held her tight and we fell asleep together -- my cock still inside her.

The alarm went off at 6am as usual. I blinked my eyes open staring at the ceiling. It took a moment to come around to reality. Then it all came flooding back. So much had happened yesterday. Oh and there was Maria. I reached out and touched the bed next to me. She was gone. I glanced over toward the floor by the bathroom. Her clothes were gone as well. I sighed heavily. It was best I supposed. I've never in my entire relationship been so tempted by a person before. I guess I had never been in a position where I could openly sleep with someone else either. The more I thought about it, Maria would have been a massive problem.

I slept so soundly I had never heard her leave. I wondered if she woke in the middle of the night or early in the morning. She must have looked at the deep bruises on her ass, pulled the plug from her ass painfully, and wondered what sadistic shit she had gotten herself into. I gathered my strength and dragged myself to the bathroom. I took a nice warm shower. It felt good to let the water pour over me. I put on my own robe, and decided to grab a bite to eat, check my e-mail and prepare my plans for Ana.

I heard rustling in the kitchen. Mr. White was up early I assumed. He often got up early in the morning to do business with the east coast. I turned the corner smelling something delicious. I was shocked to see Maria kneeling next to a chair in the kitchen. The table was set, and there was a covered plate of food.

"Good morning, Sir. I hope Sir doesn't mind that I get up early. I made breakfast. Eggs, bacon, corn muffins, black beans... I not sure if Sir likes black beans, but I make them well. We have coffee and juice. Please sit, Sir. Let me serve you." I sat down at the table. Maria fetched a cup of black coffee setting it in front of me. "I saw that Sir drinks his coffee without cream or sugar." She knelt down in front of me, crawled under the table, opened the robe and took my cock in her mouth.

Un-fucking-believable. I was definitely right. This was going to be a huge problem. As if on cue, Mr. White came around the corner floored by the sight in front of him.

"Good morning, mate. Maria." He said in a chipper voice.

"Morning." I said.

"Gaah Mahnin, Mahsta Whaayt." Maria chimed in with my cock still deep in her throat.

He poured himself a cup of coffee, and joined me at the table.

"You know, Maria, I just moved to the United States myself recently too. I thought, you know, the land of opportunity and all. I didn't know what to expect. I was living in a run down hotel in Hollywood looking for a place to stay. You know, big dreams and all. I met with a few guys inquiring about flat mates. Dirty places mostly. I was uninterested. I didn't know what I was looking for exactly. I met this mate here who had the most unusual offer for a flat mate. And sure enough it hits me, the one thing that none of the other places had. You know what that is, Maria?"

"Naaa, Mahsta Whaayt. Whaaa eh it?"

"A continental breakfast in the morning with coffee and a blowjob, Maria, and a whore out back in case I ever fancy a fuck." He chuckled at his own little quip.

I think Mr. White was really beginning to like the arrangement we had made together. It certainly had him in a good mood this morning. Maria kept working my cock. It was then that I realized how to help Ana learn.

"Please stop, Maria. It's not that I don't appreciate it. This whole breakfast is spectacular, and I'd like to bring my slut in to see you serve me and service me. Do me a favor and fill a large bowl with ice water."

"Yes, Sir. Would you like anything else, Sir?" She asked.

"Yes. I'd like you to step out front and grab me the Wall Street Journal from the front lawn. Then I'd like you to give Mr. White his continental breakfast with his complimentary blowjob. I'll bring Ana back in twenty minutes. Mr. White should be fed and taken care of by then, and you should be in kneel up position next to the table."

Mr. White thanked me as Maria prepared the ice water. I took the bowl of water and walked back to the guest house. Ana hadn't woken up yet, and the sound of women being whipped still echoed through the room. I walked up to her bedroom and quietly walked in. She hadn't heard me. I set the bowl down next to her head. She slowly opened her eyes as I tapped her on the shoulder.

"Lift your head up." I said.

She could barely process the request before I slipped the bowl under her head and plunged her face down into the freezing water. Her eyes sprung wide open, and she sat up with a start.

"You shouldn't be sleeping in." I said. "Please come with me. It's time for breakfast."

"Yes, Sir." She said dejected.

"By the way, are we training or packing this morning?"

"Training, Sir." She answered.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolute. This girl is going to show you how good a submissive she can be."

"That's good to hear. Get dressed."

I sat and watched her get up and slip on some panties and a bra. She brushed out her hair, and walked downstairs to fetch the matching red collar. She promptly got into the kneel up position next to the door.

"Wait." I said. "We need something else." I walked back and grabbed a ball gag and a few lengths of short rope. She stared at me in horror wondering what I had planned. She willingly let me attach the gag, and then followed me toward the house. It was the first time she entered the main house. I opened the back door and led her into the kitchen. Maria knelt next to the table. Her face and chest covered in cum. I assumed Mr. White enjoyed his breakfast. I tied Ana's hands and legs to a chair in the corner of the kitchen.

"Maria, what do we have for breakfast?" I asked. She knew that I wanted Ana to see.

"I made you eggs, bacon, corn muffins and black beans, Sir." She said standing to fetch the plate that she kept warm in the oven. She set it in front of me. "I'll get you a glass of orange juice too, Sir. I just make some fresh coffee. I notice that you drink your coffee with no cream or sugar." She poured the beverages and set them down in front of me. "Sir, I set your newspaper on the table."

"This looks wonderful, Maria. Thank you." I said as she crawled under the table and opened my robe for the second time this morning and then took my cock back into her mouth. Ana watched from the corner of the room as this woman worked my cock in her mouth. She had not seen Maria until now. I assumed that she was shocked by her age, but even she could appreciate her body. I nibbled on the food while reading the headlines in the paper. Maria worked diligently to empty my balls into her mouth. God it felt wonderful. After ten minutes I was filling her mouth.

"Fuck. That felt great Maria. Please save that in a glass for the slut's breakfast. Then get into kneel down position next to me so she can get a good look at your ass."

Maria did as she was instructed spitting the copious load of cum into a small juice glass for Ana. Then she knelt down next to me with her ass facing Ana. The bruising had spread from each whip mark and there were only two small spots of her honey brown skin amidst the angry purple that covered the entirety of each cheek and her upper thighs.

"How does her ass look, Ana? Are you pleased with the punishment she endured on your behalf?" I asked without looking up from my paper. I knew she would be horrified by the sight. It looked terribly painful. "Do you see that plug is still in her ass where you jammed it? She hasn't wanted me to remove it yet. She was afraid it would be too painful."

I didn't expect an answer. She was gagged. I reached my right hand over and slapped Maria's ass eliciting a painful response. I knew it hurt still. I rubbed my hand over it.

"You can feel where each hit landed. It's raised up like a long narrow welt." I continued, turning my attention entirely to Maria. "Does it hurt, Maria?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Did you look at your ass in the mirror this morning?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"Tell my stupid little whore what you thought when you saw your ass. What did you think of those bruises?"

She didn't hesitate in thought for even a moment. "They are absolutely beautiful, Sir. It hurts... but... I love them. I love knowing how I got them. I love knowing that I could do what you asked, Sir."

I didn't even know what to make of the statement. I expected her to say it looked horrible or something to that effect. I wanted Ana to feel bad. This was entirely different. It evoked such emotion inside of me. This woman was a gift. I stood up and walked around behind her getting a better look at them myself.

"I'm glad you think they are beautiful, Maria. You are beautiful. Now it's time for you to get Ana's breakfast prepared." I said. "But first we should take care of this once and for all." I reached forward grasped the end of the plug and ripped it out faster than it was pounded into her yesterday.

Maria screamed, and collapsed to floor in shock from the sudden pain. I reached down and hooked three fingers into her asshole using them to lift her ass off the floor. Ana stared in shock at my poor treatment of this woman knowing it was her fault. I imagine Ana was taken aback by my continued abuse of her asshole after I removed the plug. Maria allowed me to treat her roughly. To her it was all a test of her will.

"You're in kneel down position, Maria. I'm sure it hurt, but you will maintain your position." She didn't respond. She just softly sobbed while she waited for the pain to dull and disperse.

"Don't just sit there and cry. Thank me for correcting your poor position." I ordered her bluntly.

"Thank you, Sir, for correcting me."

"That's better. I expect more out of you, Maria. A lot more than I do from her." I said gesturing to Ana sitting behind me.

I untied Ana and removed the ball gag. "I'm sure you're hungry. Is there anything you'd like to say to Maria before she prepares your breakfast? Feel free to go speak to her if you'd like. Then she'll serve you like a good little submissive." The emphasis was for Maria's benefit to let her know what I wanted, and for Ana to let her know this woman would receive harsher treatment if she didn't comply.

Ana crawled over to Maria placing a sympathetic hand on her back. "This girl is so so sorry for what she did. She... she had no right. She wants you to stay... This girl doesn't know what's happened to her life... but if... if this is it... then... this girl wants you to stay as long as Sir allows. Please." There were a few tears that showed her sincerity, and she wrapped her arms around the naked housekeeper hugging her tight.

Maria lifted her head from the floor and met Ana's gaze. Her eyes were glassy with mixed emotions. She was incredibly grateful to hear her words. She leaned in and planted a kiss on Ana's lips.

"Thank you." She said softly kissing her lips again. Surprisingly Ana kissed back a little although startled by the abruptness. "If... if this is your life then I am envious of you." She kissed her again this time a more passionate kiss. Ana kissed back again, both of them emotional. "If this is your life, then I wish I was you." She kissed her harder and moved to her neck. "Let me thank you. Let me show you how thankful I am." She whispered.

Maria continued to kiss her neck and hug her close. Her hand reached around unhooking her bra as she kissed down her chest. Ana closed her eyes succumbing to the tender touch, which felt foreign after such a difficult day yesterday. Neither looked at me for approval. I'm glad they didn't. I hadn't expected this either. I was watching the purely erotic nature of their embrace. Maria kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples. Her hands squeezed her tits gently while she rolled her tongue over the sensitive nubs. Ana cooed softly enjoying the talented tongue of the older Colombian woman on top of her. Maria moved her lips downward kissing her stomach and peppering her with light licks until she found herself staring at the slightly damp red panties covering Ana's pussy. She licked the fabric of the crotch and then kissed her inner thighs. She wrapped her hands around the elastic and tugged them down. She spread Ana's legs wide and then dove into her ravishing the taste of my fiancé.

My cock stood out rigidly, and I stroked it in long, slow movements. Maria's tongue snaked inside of Ana tasting her wetness as the juices began to flow. She dragged it up across the open lips of her slit and circled her clit teasing it in the most tortuously slow licks. Ana had completely given in to the sensations and moved her hips forcing her sex to meet Maria's movements. Finally her eyes shot open as an orgasm flooded her body with sensations of pleasure. She glanced in my direction realizing that she was on the kitchen floor being serviced by another woman. I smiled at her while I continued stroking my cock. She smiled back watching my ministrations.

"I'm a stupid little whore, Sir." She said softly. Maria gave her a few more long licks, and then stood to prepare her breakfast.

I patted the seat next to me at the table, and Ana sat down beside me. Maria served her a full plate along with juice and a green tea. She looked starving the way she stared at the food. She stood slightly reaching across the table to the glass Maria had placed there earlier. After settling back into her place, she turned to me and smiled before pouring the glass of cum into her mouth, swishing it slightly from side to side, and then swallowing it.

"Delicious, Sir. This girl appreciates your cum in the morning." She said it because she knew I wanted to hear it, but her words seemed more meaningful now.

Maria knelt between us. "Sir," she said, "your cock is very hard. Should I take care of that?"

"No, Maria." I replied politely. "The next time I cum it will be inside my stupid little whore after I've fucked her thoroughly." Ana smiled wide at the thought. "You may service her though."

Maria obediently crawled under the table planting her tongue back inside Ana's freshly cummed pussy. I sipped my coffee reading the paper while Ana ate her breakfast and Maria ate Ana. For the moment everything was going smoothly, and no one had made a mistake.

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