Message-ID: <7293eli$9801151857@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tezzezar@aol.com (Tezzezar) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Wife's Training, by Tezezzar (SM/BD Mf cons) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19980114054500.AAA15166@ladder02.news.aol.com> Hello everyone: Here's my second installment. To all you ladies who wrote me with ideas and encouragement, thank you. It means a lot that there are women out there with ideas/fantasies similar to my own. I hope this one gets as good a review as the last. If your underage or easily offended, scram. Again, if you're a cute chick and your heart pounds after reading these stories, let me know about it! Tezezzar Wife's Training "Master, there's a package here for you." "Already?" I hadn't expected that so soon. My almost naked wife walked into our kitchen carrying a plainly wrapped cardboard box. Kneeling on the floor beside me Traci leaned forward, making sure I got a good look at her breasts. She'd been naked for three days now and I loved how she displayed herself for me. The small gold rings in her nipples and the short gold chain connecting them always caught my attention. The chain was a gift I had given her the day she returned from her training. Placing the package in my lap she slowly spread her legs and laced her fingers behind her head, thrusting her chest forward. Her only other clothing consisted of a collar, cuffs and several more strategically placed rings. The package was about the same size as one a dozen roses came in. I put the box on the table, grabbed my penknife and slit open the brown paper wrapper. Inside the box were several tools to help me discipline my new slave, a note and an unlabeled video tape. My heart began to pound as I picked up the tape and stared at it. I wasn't looking forward to this but neither could I deny how excited I had become. I put down the tape and looked at the familiar scrawl on the note. My friend Will had the handwriting of a doctor. Hi Mark: You're probably not looking forward to what's on the tape, since your one of the 'Lucky few who knows what to expect. You know the drill. Sit in your favorite chair, chain your slut next to you and watch it together. It'll be good for both of you... -Will I felt a small nibble on my thigh, just hard enough to feel through my jeans. I looked down to see my wife gently licking my thigh and rubbing her breasts against my knee. Traci was staring intently at my crotch again. She hadn't looked into my eyes since she'd returned, unless she had my cock in her mouth. For some reason that bothered me. "Master, what's in the box?" I had forgotten that from her vantagepoint on the floor Traci couldn't see what was on the table. Earlier that morning I had given her permission to speak. I hadn't taken that privilege away as yet. Reaching down I stroked my wife's shoulder length blond hair. "It's nothing honey. Just some tools to train you with and a tape for the VCR. Why don't you fix me a drink and meet me in the den. We're supposed to watch it together." My slave/wife kissed my knee, got up and scampered out of the room on her toes. I had to admit, moving around on her toes offered me a great view of her legs and bottom. It was almost as nice as watching the way she sensuously crawled around our house. I selected a fine, leather-riding crop from the box. Shaking my head I got up and used the bathroom. As I washed my hands I stared at myself in the mirror. Will's right Mark, you've got to go through with this. You knew what would happen to Traci when you sent her to that camp. This is the only way you're both going to clear the air. Taking a deep breath I went downstairs into the den. Traci was on the carpet in front of the couch with her forehead touching the floor. She knelt on her hands and knees where our coffee table used to be. My Seven & Seven was resting on the small of her back, just above her shapely ass. She was much more attractive than our old piece of furniture, I had to admit. I walked up to the VCR and with a shaking hand put the tape in. Turning around I moved over to the couch and sat down. Picking up my drink, I admired the woman I loved more than anything else in this world. She was my slave now, but that only meant I loved her that much more. After a couple of moments my wife snapped her head up, flinging her hair onto her back. Moving like a cat she turned to face me, leaning forward and spreading her legs wide, while arching her back. Traci's hands were chain length apart on the carpet, her ass was swaying high over her heels and her nipples almost brushed the floor. She stared at my bulging member again and looked ready to pounce. "Master, are we going to watch a dirty film? Traci loves to watch dirty sluts getting fucked. I bet Traci is a better fuck though master." "Turn on the movie baby. You're right, it's a dirty flick with a very hot star." I could have used the remote on the couch next to me but why bother when I have a slave. My slave/wife sauntered over to the VCR on her hands and knees and hit the play button, treating me to a view of her smooth pussy with it's adorning rings. I had removed the locks the day she returned. "That's good Master. Traci wants to see a good dirty flick. May Traci suck your beautiful cock while you watch the movie?" Grinning, my little sex slave crawled back to me on her knees. When she had almost reached me I said "This should be an interesting show. It covers the training of a certain slut." My wife stopped suddenly and stared at me in horror. I noticed she actually looked me in the eyes. "No! Please Mark you..." "POSITION! I thundered at her!" Reflexively she snapped back on her heels, knees spread and fingers laced behind her neck. "You may not speak without permission! Now crawl over here, lick my hand and get in my lap! If I have to watch this you're certainly going to as well!" Traci crawled over to me whimpering. She licked my outstretched hand several times and kissed each one of my fingers. She slowly climbed into my lap, hugged me fiercely and turned around to face the TV. As I watched the screen I felt her gently pull my on my wrists until my arms were tight around her. The opening scene showed the inside of a loading dock. The camera panned so that we were looking into the open back of the non-descript truck I had last seen three days ago. "Day 1" scrolled across the bottom of the screen. Two masked men dressed in black leather uniforms approached the back of the truck. They had leather whips coiled up on their belts. One of them opened up the back of the truck and showed a Very small cage inside. My wife was locked within, still in the packaging material I had put on her the day she was picked up. Masked man number one opened a small door in the cage and dragged her out by her shoulder straps. She seemed to struggle a little but obviously had no strength left. I imagine the long truck ride while being hog-tied in a cage might have had something to do with her lack of energy. Traci was lifted half off the floor by her sweat-matted hair as a familiar pole was fed between her shoulder blades and out between her bound legs. Like a freshly caught deer she was carried off through a set of double doors to the side. A beautiful woman, dressed in red leather came on screen. Obviously one of the mistresses, she began speaking into the camera. "Welcome to the training center. New slaves begin their training from the moment they arrive here. Traci will soon be washed up and given basic lessons in obedience. Our entire objective here will be to condition the slave so that she will react to orders before she can think about it. We will edit out her inhibitions and re-educate her with an entirely new set of mores. She will be made to understand her body now belongs to her master, not to her. To accomplish this process we use a combination of techniques including association training, response stimuli, subliminal programming, pain/pleasure reinforcement..." How such a beautiful woman could have such a monotone voice was beyond me. I began to tune out the woman on screen to examine the one in my lap. Traci's ass fit nicely right on to the bulge in my crotch. Most women are distracting. A naked one willing to do whatever I commanded her to went way beyond distracting. At the moment, however she was paying attention to the TV absentmindedly drawing designs on the back of my hand. Glancing back at the screen I was captivated by the image of my wife standing in a huge concrete shower, chained spread-eagle with two streams of water spraying her from either side. From her shivers and the condition of her nipples I gathered the water wasn't exactly warm. Two rough bristle brushes on poles were being used to scrub her from off camera. Traci was completely naked except for her restraints. The voice of the leather-clad mistress continued it's narrative. "...beginning, slaves are kept ignorant of the passage of time. Their sleep during the initial ten days is kept to 4 hours a night in order to break them down into a more malleable frame of mind. The slaves are also forced to sleep in various forms of restraint. During this time period they are made accustomed to the rules they must learn to live by. Each morning, after offering themselves to their trainers, they greet the day reciting the slave's mantra. Then after their first feeding comes obedience training, grooming, physical conditioning and erotic stimulation. In order to facilitate the proper attitude later on, the slave is denied any form of release during this period." The images reflecting the words of the narrator flashed across the screen. First was a scene of my wife being woken up in a small kennel made of steel bars, no larger than a cage that a large dog would fit in. Straw covered the floor and a chain ran from her collar to a ring by the door. I could see a water bowl in the corner. Traci half crawled/ was half dragged outside of the door by her leash and was whipped with a cat until she assumed the standard position and thrust her crotch forward, begging to be allowed to please her trainer. Then came a cut to Traci kneeling sleepy eyed in front of a mirror, reciting her dedications as a slave. Feedings consisted of Traci kneeling naked, face down in a trough with her hands cuffed behind her back. Several other women were next to her feeding in the same manner. As a whistle blew all of the slaves snapped back up into a kneeling position, backs ramrod straight. The dry, cereal like food they were eating dripping off their faces. The Traci in my lap began moving her ass back and forth across my crotch, obviously excited by watching herself being trained as a sex slave. Belatedly I realized she had been tracing the words "I love you" over and over on the back of my hand. " I love you too" I replied and I began using my hands to stimulate her breasts and slit. Her juices had begun leaking down her cheeks. "Now watch the tape slave", I commanded. Next came scenes of my beautiful wife assuming various submissive positions at the command of a masked trainer, occasionally being whipped for not responding quickly enough. One view had my wife on a table with her legs chained in the air, widely spread and her wrists attached to her collar. A red leather-clad mistress used some form of electrical tweezers to permanently remove my wife's pubic hairs. Exercise consisted of Traci in a black sports bra, thong and sneakers performing fairly intensive aerobics and weight training in a gym. A close-up of her rear displayed a small buttplug held in her ass by the thong panties. Most exciting was the scene of her tied with her hands in the air, kneeling over a large dildo. She was rubbing her crotch back and forth over the tip of the dildo, never able to lower herself enough to penetrate her cunt. Occasionally a whip would lash out and stripe her breasts, ass, belly, crotch or some other area of her anatomy. She seemed not to care. Faintly you could hear Traci begging to be allowed to cum and promising to train even harder so she could be the best slut there ever was. What must have been the end of the day arrived. Traci was chained by the neck, hands cuffed behind her back and roughly thrust back into her kennel. You could see her hips gyrating and the moisture that had formed on her inner thighs. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes. Another leather clad mistress walked in front of Traci's cage and resumed the narrative. "The next three weeks form the second phase of the slaves training. Extensive education in the erotic arts are supplemented by a program designed to insure the masters control over a slaves pleasure and even her most basic bodily functions. She is trained in the arts of vaginal, oral and anal sex. She is trained to always be sensuous and beautiful. Her vocabulary is supplemented to support her new role in life. Her master's name and several other key words are ingrained into her to represent sexual release. Basic skill sets such as food preparation, dancing, massage and even walking are modified to display her new erotic talents. Also included is a thorough course in basic sexual health and prevention. Traci slid from my lap and after licking at my fly began unzipping it with her teeth. Pulling a short chain and two small locks from my pocket I chained her wrists six inches apart. She began a long, slow blowjob, licking at the head of my penis and slowly nibbling at the nerve cluster just below the "helmet." Fascinated, I watched her ass slowly sway back and forth as it always did when she was aware I was watching. Tearing my eyes away I took a sip from my drink, rested my hands in her long blond hair and resumed watching the television. Traci was now in a larger cell, able to stand up and with some furniture. Her collar was still attached to the wall by a long chain. One side of the cell had a small cot with restraints at the head and foot. My wife was seated in a plain chair before a small vanity. She was busy applying a fairly large portion of makeup to her face and nipples. From off screen came the sound of a cell door opening and Traci shot to her knees, arms behind her head and knees spread extremely wide. One of the masked trainers came in and barked a command to her. Traci rose gracefully to her feet and turning around, bent over the back of her chair and grabbed a hold of its front legs. She thrust her ass up and back at the trainer while looking over her shoulder at his crotch. A close-up of my wife showed that her hands were restrained eight inches apart with industrial steel chains. Four-inch heels with locks at her ankles were connected by twelve more inches of chain. The trainer approached her with what appeared to be a caulking gun that had a dildo attached to the end. Roughly grabbing an asscheek with one hand he spread open my wife's nether region. With no small amount of force he jammed the dildo into her pussy and slowly squeezed the trigger as he pulled the fake penis out. He then repeated the procedure with my wife's rectal hole. During the entire procedure Traci maintained the same look of hot lust on her face, even smiling when the dildo was jammed into her ass. My heart began to pound when I thought of the only reason so much lubrication would be necessary in these areas. Barking another command to her Traci rolled off the chair into a hands and knees position on the floor. The trainer held the dildo in front of Traci's face where she eagerly took it into her mouth and began cleaning the implement with her tongue. When the fake penis shined with my wife's saliva the leather clad man attached a leash to her collar, disconnected the chain attaching her to the wall and led her from the cell on her hands and knees. The Traci sucking my cock was going at it for all she was worth. Not wanting to come this early I commanded her to turn around, face the TV on her knees and impale herself on my cock. She must have been really into what she was doing because I had to put several stripes on her ass with the riding crop before she obeyed. Other scenes flashed by on the screen but I was having a hard time concentrating due to my slave bouncing back and forth on my cock. Scenes of her serving dinner to masters and mistresses while nude flashed on the screen. Several other slaves were chained under the tables to please the diners as they ate. Some slaves were also chained onto the top of the table to serve the masters and mistresses whatever they wished. There was a scene of Traci crouching over a urinal, with a masked trainer holding a leash attached to her collar. She was obviously unable to void herself unless the trainer commanded her to. Scenes of Traci dancing seductively around a pole were replaced by a comical one of her walking in six-inch heels with a book on her head. One really intense flash was of my wife again kneeling with her hands tied over her head. This time however she was rhythmically thrusting herself up and down a large dildo. Two trainers whipped her in cadence to her strokes. Not even noticing the lashes she was receiving or perhaps being excited by them Traci increased the pace of her thrusts. With one gigantic heave she impaled herself onto the 8-inch phallus and thrashed into an orgasm. All through out her long cum she had a distant look in her eye and she kept shouting my name. The final scene was one I had been dreading, no matter how excited it made me. Yet another of the mistresses came on screen in the dining hall and began to speak. "The final test actually occurs one week before a slave is to be returned to her master. This allows time for retraining should she fail. A slave who has eagerly applied herself to her lessons and passes will be prepared for her master and be allowed to help teach the new slaves during her remaining time here. Once a slave passes her exam she will be kept in a state of constant erotic arousal without release, in order to insure an appropriate reunion with her owner." The scene displayed before me made my hands begin to shake and my penis turn to steel. Traci was on her hands and knees atop a raised section of the dining room floor. She was blindfolded and chains once again ran between her wrists and ankles. This time the chains ran through rings in the floor, preventing my slave from escaping. Six naked men and women surrounded her and began to approach her luscious body. "The test is simple. The slave must sufficiently please each of these trainers with all of her fuck holes. If she fails the test will be repeated tomorrow night with an additional two trainers, and so on until the slave passes." With a savage roar I thrust up off the couch and jackhammered into my wife/sluts now dripping fuckhole! Traci spread her legs wide and bent over, straightening her arms to reach the floor as I had catapulted her off her knees into a standing position. As my wife was fucked by a half of dozen strangers on the television I lost all control and savagely pounded into her . She was desperately trying to thrust herself backward in time with my powerful attack, screaming the entire time. "Oh YES! Fuck Traci Master! Fuck Traci. OH! Traci loves you Master! OH! OH! Fuck me! Oh YES! I Love you Master! Oh! Oh! OH! I... Love.... You... MAARK!" My wife's orgasm was tremendous as she screamed out my name. Unable to hold back longer I blasted gallons of spunk into my slave's main orifice. Still raging hard I kept up my thrusts and spun my slave around, throwing her over the arm of our couch. The arm was very wide and her legs were spread wide when she straddled it. I noticed her hot little asshole winking up at me, begging for attention. Reaching up I grabbed the chain that still connected her wrists and pulled them back grabbing a fistful of her golden hair with the same hand. I pulled back arching my wife's beautiful body, admiring the sleek lines and curves that now belonged to me. TO ME! I watched her face as between one thrust and the next I jammed my rock hard pole into her ass. Her eyes opened wide and she began to turn red with excitement. Spittle ran down the corner of her mouth and she kept mouthing the word "Yes" over and over again. I bent to her ear and whispered to her between thrusts "You... belong... to... me...! TO... ME! I hope... you enjoyed... yourself... because I'm NEVER... EVER... sharing you... again! UNDERSTAND SLUT??? YOU'RE... MY... SLAVE! YOU... BELONG... TO... ME!!!" Traci had been grinding her clit against the arm of the couch as I tore into her ass. I was shouting by this point and she began shouting back at me. "YES MASTER! TRACI BELONGS TO YOU! TRACI LOVES HER MASTER! TRACI BELONGS ONLY TO YOU! TRACI LOVES YOU! I... LOVE... YOU... MASTER!!! With one last titanic heave I impaled my cock to the hilt in my wife's ass and blew the rest of my cum deep into her bowels. My wife thrust back at me and had a thunderous orgasm as she felt my hot spunk spurt into her rear fuck hole. White come spilled out around the edges of my cock and with one last heave I collapsed onto my wife and we rolled onto the couch together, exhausted. After I regained my senses I realized my wife was softly crying and whispering "I love you" over and over. Turning off the TV with the remote I turned out the light and grabbed our afghan. Taking Traci in my arms I covered us up and whispered to her "I love you, Traci! I love you with all my heart!" She gradually began breathing normally and we fell asleep together in each other's arms. * * * I awoke sometime in the early morning hours to the feeling of Traci's mouth on my cock. Looking under our covers I saw her beautiful face in the pale light. If not for my cock in her mouth it would have been the face of an angel. Grinning up at me Traci said, "Traci forgot to clean you up Master. Master forgot to undress himself and to restrain his slave." Grinning, I sat up and began to undress. I noticed that Traci had piled up some of her more restrictive gear at the foot of the couch. She was looking me in the eyes now. That made me incredibly happy for some reason. Concerned that tonight might have been a little rough on her I asked my wife if she'd like to spend the night unfettered. Her response was perfect. My wife/slave crawled to the pile of restraints, took her leash in her mouth, and deposited it at my feet. Kneeling, legs spread and hands on the floor she kissed my thigh, looked up into my eyes and said "Please Master. I love you. Show me you'll love me and never let me go." Reaching down I removed Traci's wrist restraints. She then put her hands together behind her back, palms together. The now familiar black-leather armbinder slid over her arms, locking her hands and elbows together. A simple lock fastened her ankle cuffs to the ring at the end of her armbinder. My slave would have a fairly tight hogtie to sleep in tonight. I picked up a new form of gag we hadn't tried yet and fastened it on her. Normally I wouldn't gag her when sleeping but this was a simple, metal ring that rested behind her teeth and locked behind her neck. My last touch was to loop her leash around my wrist and fasten it to her collar. Lying back onto the couch I lifted my trussed up slavegirl and rested her on my chest. After I had covered us both with our afghan she wriggled back down between my legs and took my semi-erect penis back into her mouth through the ring holding her jaw apart. I received a slow, leisurely blowjob designed to relax more than to excite. Some time later I erupted into my tightly restrained slave's throat, spewing come into her belly. Licking at me through the gag, Traci cleaned me up the best she could. When I reached down to slide her in my arms she pulled back whimpering. Smiling, I leaned back and began to let sleep overtake me. I could feel my wife's tiny nose between my now flaccid member and my balls. Her breath gently warmed my genitals. Somehow, I got the feeling she was smiling around her gag. My last thought as sleep claimed me was that I was the luckiest man alive. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |