Elaines Training Continues

The man leaned back in his desk chair, eyeing the woman that had slipped into the room and presented herself for an early morning inspection. He liked how quickly she appeared, once he had summoned her. Checking the time, under three minutes, another cruel smile, much better than her many previous attempts. It proved she was trainable at least. Reflecting a little on the last few weeks he had to admit, she was troublesome, but he rather liked how all this was working out, for him anyway. Still he continued with his critical appraisal of her appearance.

The woman, Elaine, had once been his wife, but she had treated that position in his life with careless disregard, showing contempt, not only for the marriage, but for him as well. He could have sold her off to some traffickers, but at the last minute, he had changed his mind. Instead, he kept her and had spent the last few weeks training her to become his own sex slave. Sometimes he wondered if she appreciated what he had saved her from that morning the traffickers had come to pick her up. He smiled again, his eyes roaming over her as he continued with his appraisal of her body. She stood there in her harness, hardly daring to breathe. Her collar, a simple black band with a ring that allowed a leash to be attached. It fit snugly around her slender neck. His gaze took in the recent welts that stood out against her fair skin, along with the bruises on her full heavy breasts that were encircled by the harness, lifted and separated as if offering themselves up for his inspection and use. Certainly for any punishment he might have in store for her. In his mind, she was quite fortunate, because whatever he meted out to her, he knew it was not nearly as bad as what she would have faced on the island where the traffickers headquartered.

Maybe in a few more weeks he would take her there for a visit so she could fully appreciate her near escape from life on the island.  It was something to think about, but first, he had an entire day of working from home to enjoy. Getting up from his chair, he moved over to the woman as she stood in the middle of the room. Her body was still except for the almost imperceptible fine tremors that rippled from head to toe. She was frightened, good! He smiled, it was going to be one fine day, and it was just beginning.  She might not be so pleased, but he was certainly looking forward to this time at home.

He approached her as she stood, balanced on her impossibly high heels, it was evident she was struggling not to panic and run. She had began to take slow even breaths, intent on projecting the calm serenity he demanded. He gave another hard flick of his fingers against her swollen red nipples, watching as her knees nearly buckled. She forced herself to straighten once more. Her face bloomed with the painful humiliation of the inspection, but they both knew, It would be only the first of the many such humiliations he deemed necessary for her to suffer during her day of service as she trained to be his personal sex slave.

He had snagged a sturdy cane from his desk as he approached her to continue his inspection. He could tell she was trying so very hard not to fix her gaze on the stout cane that he swung with such ease as he moved closer. But this had seemed like a perfect opportunity to address some of her deficiencies. She had improved, quite quickly actually. But still, he frowned a little, recalling the events of last night. Initially she had tried to deny him access to her body claiming to be so very sore. He planned on making her even more so today, and then teaching her to beg for his cock. It pleased him a great deal, the idea of such a painful and complete submission to his will.

With the cane in hand he moved around her body, beginning his instruction. Using the cane to prod a bit and poke at her until her posture became more acceptable. A small stinging tap at her thighs urging them apart, forcing her stance to widen. A press against her trembling bottom until her hips and pelvis tilted forward allowing the slick soft bare nether lips to part just a little, catching any stray stream of weak early morning sunlight, that would immediately highlight, the gleam from the lingering dampness of arousal that was a constant in her. He had been merciful last night and allowed her an orgasm. But his long term plan for her was to never allow her to be fully sated, and yet be continually stimulated, leaving her whore's body always on edge and in desperate need of release. The thought of this little cruelty pleased him immensely.

After walking around her body several times, making adjustments here and there, he finally seemed satisfied and made her stand with her spine arched just a bit, enough to push the heavy pendulous breasts forward in offering, tipped with their swollen, red nipples.  Her breasts and nipples had soon become favorite points of attention for him to address and torment during the initial inspection of the day. Sometimes like today, he showed her some small consideration and only gave her budded peaks a flick with thumb and forefinger, but this morning, after his initial perusal, he had circled her body again with a thoughtful leisurely gait. As he began adjusting, touching, assessing, he mulled the events of last night over in his mind. Her whimpering for him to remove his cock as she was sore, his mouth firmed and he made a decision about what sort of penance she would pay today for displeasing him. She was never to deny him anything. She needed to learn that.

His mind made up, he produced from his pocket, cold, heavy cloverleaf style nipple clamps, each one sporting a dangling chain.  With little fuss, he took the hapless slave's nipples in hand, Quickly with a steady quiet efficiency that said this was not the first time he had used such things to amuse himself when inspecting a naked woman, he applied them with the right amount of force for the cruel things to grip and crush her nipples. The clamps were wickedly painful as they pulled on the woman's swollen flesh. But he wasn't satisfied even as she danced on her toes, tears rolling down her face, her mouth trembling as she begged him to remove the things. He had much more in mind.

Desperate to regain control over her racing emotions and the white hot pain that flooded her body, the shaking slave bit her lip in an effort to be quiet and to avoid the horrendous cock gag that was already laid out in readiness on top of the desk. The pain traveled like hot flames licking at dry kindling, racing along sensitive nerve endings and settled at the apex of her thighs in a slow throbbing ache that inexplicably brought renewed lust and wetness to her exposed cunt. Desperate to  stiffen her knees and stop her trembling, all the while silently praying the man would be satisfied and return to his seat behind the desk, perhaps begin to address the day's work. Anything to distract his focus from her.

Her desperate prayers were not to be answered today. Instead, lifting his hand, the man paused in his inspection to tilt her chin, smiling into her tear drenched eyes, he softly asked "How are you faring this morning dear wife?" The woman's eyes widened, more tears falling and dripping from her face to splash against her trembling breasts, his voice reaching down inside her as she heard the mocking tone he had used to address her. The title of wife almost like the lash of a whip against her senses.  A shudder raced down her spine, she knew now, without doubt, this day was not going to go well for her.

Her nipples continued to ache and burn, the tips so tightly crushed in the grip of the clamps, that each shuddering breath tormented her as it jostled at the metal cloverleaf and allowed the chains to swing wildly. As he began to circle back around her, the man calmly reached for one of the chains that dangled so freely attaching a weight to it in the form of round heavy, dense ball. The heavy metal ball snapped into place, easily clamping and weighting the chain until, one after another, six more have been added.  With barely a pause and ignoring her broken cries and moans, he moved to the other chain and repeated the process until she can barely stand.

Feverishly, she hopes he tires of this new game of pain and humiliation and soon, before her nipples are pulled from her body. Groaning and biting back harsh broken sobs, she tries to answer him, her mind clawing through the pain and confusion to focus on his last question. Her words falling into the air around them as he leans in closer to hear her gasped panting reply, "Master," she still stumbles over this form of address, but continues stammering out an answer, anxious to appease him in some small way.  "Master, sla.sl.ave, is...ahhh....we...wel.l.leh." He can hear the break in her voice, the strained tone and hesitations as she stammers the words. She can't suppress the whimpers that slip from her throat as real alarm and apprehension flood into the mix of swirling emotions and painful sensations that nearly overwhelm her senses. The realization that there are consequences for her actions of last night and they are going to be immediate and severe begins settling in on her weighted with both dread and fear.

The man smiles, the struggle and pain as well as her need to obey are all clearly playing out over her expressive pale face. He knows her nipples are already being crushed and numbed with a hot/cold sort of sensation as the blood flow is slowed and pushed into the swelling tips. He had spent a good deal of time last night biting and sucking at the swollen nipples so they would be quite sore and tender this morning. Ready for the clamps and a long overdue lesson in stamina.

With pleased satisfaction he takes note of how the clamped and weighted nipples are pulled downward, as they are stretched and tormented into a much more elongated shape. Reaching for her leash that had been casually draped over the back of his leather seat, he snaps the thing onto her collar. With a tug, he urges her forward, toward a chair that has been set with some precision in front of his desk.

With a sharply applied swat to a bare bottom he asks, "perhaps now would be a good time to accept some instruction?"  Tears are flowing from her eyes as each step shifts and moves her breasts, allowing the clamps and chains to swing and dangle, pulling at the elongated tips with their weighted length. Only a few steps in toward the chair and the woman breaks. She begins begging, argghhhhh,  uhhh....noooo, pleassseee, Master, pleaseee....no please, please.....Master, I.....sobbing softly, her voice trails off as she has no excuse or reason to deny the man anything, except it is very possible her legs will no longer support her as she tries to make her way to the chair he has indicated.

Intuitively he seems to understand her dilemma. This simple task of walking is beyond her. Appreciative of her difficulties, he softens his demand and herds her to the chair in a few, short and quick stumbling steps, allowing her to immediately sag over its back. Bent over, arms braced, he spreads her thighs wider, tapping at the inner flesh to indicate his directions.  Head hanging down, he can hear the cries and broken moans of pain as the clamps dig into her flesh and the weighted chains drag at the nipples.

Walking around the writhing woman, he flicks the chains. as they swing, she begins to scream. He seems not to notice her shrill sounds of pain and distress, but positions himself directly behind her body, taking aim at her upturned bottom. The the round cheeks are nicely separated and lifted by the harness. They are positioned for lessons from his fashionable and sturdy cane. He raises his arm and delivers the first of several strikes against the jiggling cheeks, watching as they redden, then welt and become painted with the crisscross pattern and imprint from his cane.

Finally laying the cane aside, male fingers  fingers caress the trembling marred mounds, tracing at the raised welts, feeling the heat of the tormented skin rise off the woman's upturned ass in waves.  Shifting his attention to her hanging breasts, his fingers explore along the clamped edges of each nipple carefully removing first one clamp and then the other. The blood flow is returned with a sudden hot painful rush. The woman howls in reaction, her body jerking as she pulls upright, the weights released from her nipples the unnaturally elongated tips begin to shorten all the while pumped full with a renewed blood flow that horribly plumps and fills the tortured tips. Instantly they swell to nearly triple their normal size. Her body continues its dance of pain and pleading, bending back over the chair, legs thrashing and kicking. Balancing her body on her pelvis and belly howling in pain.

The man watches in a dazed sort of amusement, pleased at her reaction.  Finally just using his palm and the back of his hand, he gains the woman's attention with several sharp and deliberate stinging swats to her well caned bottom.

Long minutes later she begins to quiet, her cries softly slow to mere hiccupping sobs. But without warning the man quickly applies several more stinging swats that will surely mark and welt the already reddened and quivering ass.  Her hips dance up and down under this new tutelage. But before she can gather any sort of composure or even process this new assault on her bottom, a large thick object is painfully shoved into her weeping cunt, moved in and out several times until it is thoroughly coated with the evidence of  her dripping lust and greedy hunger. Watching her closely, the man calculates, one more thrust or two and the woman will orgasm. Shaking his head and not all together displeased with the twisted responses from his slave/wife that is clearly showing signs of being a pain slut as well. "In for a penny, in for pound," he muses. Speaking directly to the woman, "for you my dear," the object is unceremoniously slammed into her clenched anus, plowing through the barrier of a tightly held sore and swollen sphincter that is no match for his powerful thrust.

The woman's screams echo around the home office, her body jerking, bucking and desperately trying to stand upright, only to crumple over the arm of the chair, the pain so intense and unexpected, it hurdles her into instant orgasm.  Her body is shuddering and shaking with the after effects of the brutal ass opening as well as the intense and overwhelming climax. The man, almost tenderly now, begins to stroke her back, tugging at the leash, pulling her nearly unconscious body to the floor and under his desk. Settling back into his chair, sprawling as he unzips his pants and pulls out a large erect cock that is seeping a bit. Pulling at the leash he brings her head up to rest between his thighs, using his cock to slap at her tear wet face, instantly garnering the woman's attention.

She begins moaning, and lifting her head. The man glances down and seems satisfied her eyes are open. She is becoming aware of her position and perhaps beginning to comprehend her expected duties for the day. Using his cock to slap at her face and tease along the slack line of her lips, closely observing her squirming countenance as she kneels helplessly at his feet under the desk, the butt plug firmly wedged into place, obviously causing a great deal of distress.  He motions for her hands to be placed behind her back. Obediently she crosses her wrists compliant and subservient as she knows to resist is useless. She will just be cuffed at some point anyway. It's a given, if the man has to go to the trouble of cuffing her wrists in place it will go all the worse for her. Crying silently, her body aching with each breath and pulse of her heart.  She subsides back on her knees.

Once more his cock to slaps at her mouth, nodding slowly down at her, watching as her lips part and her body sways forward. Wincing her hips lift as she suckles at the swollen cockhead, taking it deeply into the warm depths of her eager slave mouth. The single command, "SUCK" is pronounced as he turns back to his work, leaving the chastised and punished slave moaning and whimpering with a cock stuffed mouth, leashed at his feet under the desk, confident she will now be a lot more attentive to her duties, one might even say eager, to complete them, as it is understood, the butt plug, wide, thick and large stays painfully in place until the man is sufficiently pleased with the service to his cock.