Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2003 22:12:49 -0800 (PST) From: jdc Subject: A Special Training Session PA Work in Progress ... by Kitty One of my fantasies. We are at home, and you are preparing me for a night out. You will not tell me where, keeping me wondering until we get there. You dress me in nothing but a simple tank dress, buttoning all the way down the front. It is made of a dark purple silk, which seems to whisper when I move. As always I am not allowed to wear anything underneath, as I am always to be accessible to you at any moment. This I do with pleasure, because I am always eager to please my Master. I turn around slowly, looking for your approval. You smile, and come to me saying that there is something missing. You take each nipple between thumb and forefinger, and pinch them hard, causing a moan of pleasure to escape my lips. The purpose of not wearing a bra is so that you, and anyone else, can see them, and they should be that way at all times. You take me in your arms, your hands sliding down to cup my ass, and you decide I need a spanking with your paddle before we go, so my ass will be nice and warm to your touch. My heart pounds with joy and I eagerly lay across your legs after you send me to bring it to you. You lift the hem of my dress to expose the firm tan cheeks, and swat me 6 times until they are the deep red color that you like. You pull my dress down and caress my ass, deciding that it is warm enough for now, but I should tell you the minute it seems to fade, so you can warm it up again. Now we are ready to leave. I remember to lift my skirt before I take my seat in the car, and in reward you tell me I am your good little whore, to which I reply "Thank You Master!" It is not a long ride, and you pull up to a well established restaurant. I see what seems to be some very distinguished and conservative people walking in, and make a mistake of questioning if this is the kind of place that would not be appropriate for us, and I receive a hard swat on the thigh that leaves your warm hand print as a reminder never to question my Master. I bow my head, apologize and beg you to allow me to make amends. You tell me that I would enjoy it too much, and I must wait until later. We go into the restaurant and order dinner. I sit quietly, answering you when you speak to me, all the while hoping you will allow me some kind of release for the warmth building up inside me, but I know it will come when you decide the time is right. Several people come up and speak to you, evidently friends or acquaintances. They speak to you in a low voice seeming to purposely ignore me, except to glance my direction, and you do the same. I ask no questions, and accept the exclusion as being my just treatment. After we are done, you tell me that this is a unique restaurant and I am to be presented to the gathering of guests in a short while for inspection and approval. I wonder how I am to be presented, and then remember it doesn't matter, I'll do whatever my Master wishes. You motion to someone I thought to be a hostess, and send me with her to be prepared for presentation. She takes me into a small room towards the back of the building, and removes my dress, and attaches a clamp with a small bell to each nipple with a chain in between, a fine gold chain around my waist, and leather cuffs around my wrists, which she then attaches together behind my back. I ask her what to expect, but she refuses to answer. She tells me to wait there, and leaves the room. Shortly she returns with you, and you lead me out to what appears to be a small stage in the center of the room. On the stage, there are two shackles attached to it about two feet apart, which you attach to my ankles. My body begins to feel warm, and my eyes close at the unnecessary embarrassment I feel. You tell me I must open my eyes, and look only at you or the floor, unless otherwise instructed. These people were here to see and learn how to train their own slaves. I was chosen to be their example because I was such a good slave that I would do exactly as I was told, including being disobedient so as just to give them an example of how to discipline. I felt greatly honored that my Master was so proud of me, but I dared not show such pride, as I was to be completely submissive. You then told me that if I did a really good job and set a perfect example to the Masters and their slaves that I would be rewarded later. First each one of the Masters would come and look me over. They came up to me four or five at a time, and slowly walked around me, just looking at first, until you tell them they may touch, pinch, slap, or probe anywhere they like. One was very interested in my nipple clamps, and tugged lightly on the chain causing the bells to jingle softly. Another was feeling the smooth skin where you had shaved my pussy completely bare, sliding a finger down lightly over the lips. I was enjoying all the strangers touching me so much, my knees grew weak, and I swayed away from the probing finger. You immediately grabbed my arm and jerked my back upright, and I realized what I had done, not because I wanted to get away but because it felt so good. Still I had embarrassed you in front of the other Masters, and must be punished. My ass had lost its red color and warmth since we had left home anyway, so it was an even more opportune time for punishment. I hung my head in shame at having displeased you, but secretly was glad that it had happened and while I was begging for forgiveness and mercy outwardly I was eagerly anticipating your swift hard strokes across my ass, to myself. I wondered if you would do it yourself, or if one of the guests would be permitted to do the honors, and I wondered if you would use the paddle, the crop, or if you had brought something else to surprise me. All I could do was wait patiently and take care not to displease you again. The Masters returned to their seats, as you had decided that you would deliver the first punishment yourself, and I knew then it would be a long and painful, yet enjoyable night. A hook was lowered from the ceiling; you unfastened my hands from behind my back, and fixed them securely to this hook. It was then raised again until I was stretched up and I could just barely keep my footing. One of the other Masters supplies you with a riding crop, and you whisper in my ear that if I embarrass you again, I will be punished more severely. Not wishing to provoke such anger from you this early in the evening, I promise to be a good little whore. The first blow lands right across the center, leaving a bright, visible red line. It stings, but I remember not to disobey, and remain still, so as not to disappoint you. The next lands just at the crease below the cheek, and above the thigh. This one much more painful than the last. You put your arm around my waist, moving me so that my ass is easily visible to all that are watching, and delighting in the red stripes across my behind. You beckon to the Master that I moved away from, wanting him to feel the welts, and the heat. He runs his hands over my ass commenting on you accuracy. He steps back saying he thinks I need a few more, and you quickly oblige with six more strokes, evening out the pattern so it is pleasing to the eye, and satisfactory to the gentleman. It is time for the inspection to continue, and you decide that I will remain attached to the hook. I secretly glance at the "audience", wanting to see the reactions of the other slaves. In these faces I saw fear, curiosity, and in some, much to my surprise, I saw admiration. Now each one to come up runs their hand over the stripes to feel the warmth. Some of the crueler Masters swat my burning cheeks, hoping to increase my agony, little did they know how much I enjoyed each and every infliction of pain. Not only for me, but even more because I knew it pleases my Master. One woman spoke to you about a more permanent variation on my nipple clamps, suggesting piercing them, and attaching a chain, or leash of some kind between. You say you will consider it, looking to see my reaction, which only shows in the sparkle in my eyes. Of course you know that I will accept anything you want as my duty to you, and be grateful for it. They continue to inspect me, complimenting you on my obedience, and attractiveness, as they touch, and probe my entire body. When they have all finished with me, you place your hand between my legs to determine my reaction, and discover that it is very wet. You tell me that it is now time for their training. I am unhooked, and you lower me to my hands and knees, push your hand into the small of my back, forcing it to arch and present my ass higher into the air. I ask you what is to become of me now, and for questioning my Master, I receive another hard stroke of the crop across the back of my thighs leaving an angry red line, and I wince in pain, and my eyes tear up. I would promise never to question you again, but I know that in the end, this pleases you, and is beneficial to the spectators. The stripes on my ass are beginning to fade again so you invite them all to refresh the color, this time with your paddle, as you do not trust them not to damage me with the crop. I am frightened at this, because there are at least twenty of them, but I am resolved to maintain my obedience. Each one approaches, only this time they are accompanied by their slaves, so that they will see exactly what is expected of them. The first blow lands with accuracy, but isn't as strong as I would expect. I think maybe because he doesn't want to hurt me too badly without your approval. You see this, and explain that being such a good whore; I can take quite a bit more than that. I smile at the praise from my Master. The gentleman's slave is then instructed to rub the marks, and feel the heat the swat inflicted. She does so, and is told that eventually hers will be much more painful. The next pair approach and this time it is much harder, and causes me to tear up again. One by one they deliver my "punishment", each one harder than the last, and soon I am sobbing softly, and cannot help but wince and cringe with every one. Yet at the same time, each one of their slaves, some men, some women, each one becomes more sympathetic, and gentle in their rubbing. Some of them even sliding their hands down and massaging my pussy, and probing both holes, hoping that it would be of some comfort to me. You deliver three more stinging swats, and I almost collapse onto the floor, but I refuse to disappoint you, and steel myself for whatever else you have in store. My ass is gleaming red now as you stand me back up. You run your hands over the redness, and whisper that you are proud of me. I smile at your compliment through my tears. The next part of their training begins, as you lay me on my back, and spread my knees. My moist pussy open and visible to all whom are watching. The Masters then instruct their slaves to move forward, and study how the spanking has made my pussy so wet. They must inspect it with their hands, fingers, and even their mouths, and if their Masters are not satisfied with their thoroughness, they will be punished for their incompetence. I feel the warm breath of the first girl, as she looks closely at my hairless pussy. She then strokes the smooth skin above the opening, moving slowly so she doesn't displease her Master. Her fingers lightly brush my clit, and begin to rub. Moving lower, her fingers trailing down the lips to the wet opening, she seems to tease knowingly pushing only her fingertip inside, then slowly deeper, until I have taken it all inside. Her master asks for a description, and she tells him how hot, and tight it feels. I can feel the wetness dripping down to my ass, causing me to close my eyes, and moan in pleasure. You do not want my eyes closed, and pull gently at the chain of my nipples to get my attention, but I cannot respond as it feels so good, so you yank the chain much harder snapping my eyes open instantly. You speak quietly to the other Master, and he orders her to bring me to orgasm quickly or else, and you tell me I must not close my eyes, but watch and respond appropriately. It is a difficult task because I need this release of tension so badly, but I will not disobey. I watch her eyes, and mouth, as she eagerly begins, and spares no effort to try to please her Master, and me. The look in her eyes seems to tell me that she is enjoying this task, and she is doing this as much to please me as her Master. This continues until each one has taken their turn some even trailing their tongues down to my ass. Sometimes I forgot and gave in to the pure pleasure of the feel of each tongue, and closed my eyes, each time snapping back open to the sharp tug at the chain, which actually made it that much more intense. When they were all done, I am released and taken back to the little room to rest at least for a while until the next part of the demonstration would begin. The woman who assisted me when we arrived came back, and helped me bathe, and compose myself, rubbing and soothing all over my body. She then dresses me in another outfit of blue leather, a "spanking skirt" that covers the front of me, but has only a leather strap around my waist, and two more just below my ass, and a leather bra, made only of straps that crisscross and leave just a bit more than my nipples exposed at the center. The nipple clamps are put back in place, and the outfit is then completed with a pair of leather thigh high boots with 5-in. spike heels. My ass is still slightly pink from the last spanking, framed by the leather straps of the skirt, and badly in need of warming up. Finally you return, and I am told that next I will be required to assist each Master in training their slaves. You see my cheeks framed in the leather skirt, and realize that I need another spanking to warm up the color of my ass. I have been waiting silent but impatient for this, and hope you will use both the paddle and the crop, knowing the effect the pattern of red, with deeper red stripes will have. You have the woman, whom you call "Monique", sit in a nearby chair, with her legs open, and I am to get on my hands and knees with my head in her lap. Of course I obey without question, eagerly awaiting the touch of whichever instrument of discipline you decide to use. I can smell her sex, and breathe deeply, wishing I could taste it also, but not daring to ask permission, and waiting for your instruction. You tell Monique to raise her skirt and instruct me to wrap my arms around her waist. I do so just a little too quickly, and you give me the first stinging swat, for being too eager. It is hard enough that my eyes immediately begin to tear, and I apologize to you, my Master. I bury my face deeper into her lap as you give me three more. *** Now it's time for me to continue the final part of the demonstration, and you and Monique give me a paddle, crop, and a strap-on. There is also a large basket filled with collars, wrist and ankle cuffs, nipple clamps, and other various toys, and body adornments. You tell me that I am required to assist each master, and do exactly as they say, only giving my opinion when asked. I will be asked, because I am so well trained, and they are not quite as experienced as I am. I, in a sense will be training the Masters as well as their slaves. I am still wearing my collar, and you attach my leash to it, and lead my back out into the main room. It is our turn to inspect each of the attending potential slaves. You instruct the other Masters to bring them up to us, to be evaluated, and as they do I realize they are being allowed to walk side by side with their masters. I ask you if I may suggest something, and you allow me to do so. I ask you "shouldn't they walk behind their Masters, or on their hands and knees?" You agree, and explain the idea to them, and they comply. One by one, the slaves are brought to us, and you have me fit them with collars, and wrist cuffs. I put them on the "stage", and attach the shackles to their ankles, spreading their legs wide apart. The first one is a very pretty young girl, long blonde hair, green eyes, and a full mouth, about five foot six. You tell me to look her over, and tell you what I think, then you will do the same, and adjust my judgement if necessary, and if I don't pay close enough attention to what I know you want, there will be punishment for my neglect. I begin my assessment, and walk slowly around her, running my hands over her firm ass, then around her trembling belly. She is holding her breath, waiting for my touch, so I swat her ass with my hands leaving a handprint, and making her inhale sharply. I continue to look her over, and move back around to face her, taking her breasts in my hands, and sort of weighing them, flicking her nipples, and making them stand out, hard, and eager. I look through the basket, and find what I think to be suitable clamps for her nipples. I find a nice silver pair with a light silver chain attaching them, and another length to dangle with a heavy steel ring for a sort of leash. I make her bend over at the waist, hands on the floor in front of her. Her ass is high in the air, for you, her Master, and I to see clearly. I slide my hand between her legs, and run a finger over the lips, to her clit, stopping there to rub ever so lightly. She doesn't seem to respond, and I think maybe it is because she is scared, and unsure of what is happening to her, but I know that she must learn. I trail my finger up to her tightly closed asshole, and press a bit, moving my fingertip in circles. She tightens up, trying to prevent me from invading her tiny hole, but I know that would displease you if I had ever tried to deny you access to any part of my body, so I insert two fingers quickly into her cunt, working them deeper, in and out, until they are wet enough. I take my fingers out, and before she knows what has happened, I shove them into her resisting asshole, up to the second knuckle. She tries to wiggle away, and I wrap my other hand around her waist to keep her from getting away from my probing fingers. I move them around inside her hot hole, and then thrust them all the way in, pushing hard, trying to push even my knuckles into her, wanting her to know that this is the least she has to be afraid of. Telling her, her Master, would probably not be so kind. You can easily see that her ass is not opened enough to please any Master, much less you, so you tell me to put on the strap-on, and open her until it is not too loose, but easily accessible to whomever wished to enter it. You help me fasten it around me, and tell me to move behind her. I slide it into her barely wet pussy, and move in and out of her until she starts to moan, and I reach down to see how wet she is. She is very wet, and just about ready to cum, but that is not the purpose of this action, so I suddenly pull out of her cunt, and quickly insert the head of my rubber cock into her tightly puckered ass. She tries to move away, so you grab her by the hair to hold her still, and tell me to rape her asshole, and make it suitably open for anything or anyone her Master sees fit to put in it. With just the tip stretching her, I obey and shove the entire shaft deep inside her, until I can see the tight ring of her hole stretched around the base of my cock, and she screams. I slide back out with some difficulty, and her Master produces a small jar of lubricant, and applies it to her hole, and my cock. Easier now, I pound back into her, moving the cock in wide circles deep inside her ass. She is crying now, and trying to get away from the pounding and pain. I reach around her waist and find her hard clit, begging for some kind of relief, and I pinch it between finger and thumb, and she moans and moves against my hand. I pound harder and faster into her ass, still rubbing and teasing her clit, and she begins to respond, and bucks back against my invading cock, cumming hard in my hand. I look to you and you are watching intently, and whispering to her Master. He tells me to stop, and I obey ripping the cock out of her, moving around in front of her so she can suck and lick the cock clean. She is in tears, and begs her Master for mercy. You and her Master move to thoroughly inspect the job that I have done to make sure it is sufficient. Satisfied and pleased with her now open hole, you suggest to her Master that I use the crop on her already sore ass, because she did not ask for his permission to cum. He agrees, and we fasten her wrists together and attach them to the hook that has again been lowered from the ceiling. He tells her to arch her back to present her firm cheeks to me for punishment or it will be worse for her. I apply the crop to her ass at least 8 times taking care not to cross the stripes and leave a pleasing pattern for all to appreciate. She seems to be almost in shock, and doesn't respond when her Master touches her. I see you nod your head at me, to get her attention. So I move around to face her, and reach out and grab the chain connecting her nipple clamps by the steel ring and pull gently. She begins to raise her head, but her eyes are still closed. I tug sharply causing the clamps to almost tear at her skin, but I can see in her eyes that it is not an unpleasant sensation anymore. You slip your hand between her legs to confirm the look on her face, and find that she is indeed excited and almost dripping wet. You release her from the hook, and motion for her Master to examine the results, and he is pleased. You take my arm and pull me aside while he is looking at her, and tell me you are proud of my performance, and ask me if I like the looks of this particular slave. I agree she is very nice, and I could have lots of fun, if I were allowed to continue her training.