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Slave Part Two.
1.
X entered the room and knelt before me. I walked behind her and lifted her skirt; she was not wearing any panties as I had ordered.
“Excellent.” I praised her. “You are learning quickly. Master will be here soon, so go on your hands and knees fetch your bag and place it by the front door.”
X obediently crawled away. She picked her bag up between her teeth and struggled towards the door.
“Kneel up and wait there for Master” I instructed her. I then knelt beside her, my eyes on the floor; both of us waiting patiently for the man who owned us.
After a few minutes I heard Master’s footsteps approaching and, still on my knees I opened the door.
“Follow me.” He said and turned and walked out the building and back towards the car. X picked up her bag and we followed him.
When we returned we all went into Master’s house, and he took a seat on the sofa with us both knelt at his feet. He then had X kneel on all fours facing away from him.
“Show her to me slave “he told me.
I went behind X and moved her legs wide apart so Master would get a better view of her now clean shaven pussy. I then grasped the cheeks of her ass and pulled them apart showing him her tight little hole. She automatically clenched nervously, making me sure she had never been fucked in the ass before. I knew that this was something Master would expect me to prepare her for.
“Well done Slave, you have prepared her well.” He said, “Now, I wish to hear her cum. Turn her around and prepare me for her to suck my cock. It will do her good to learn to do it whilst you are here to instruct her in what I like. You can then make her cum as she does it.”
I knelt between Master’s knees and undid his belt. I unzipped his trousers and he raised his hips to allow me to slip down his trousers and boxers. His cock sprung up as it was released from the confines of his clothes. Obviously the sight of X had pleased him very much. Again I felt a pang of jealousy run through me. I was glad Master was getting pleasure, but I was used to being the one giving it to him. This was going to take some getting used to, but if it was Master’s wish I would find a way.
I moved back and led X to where I had been knelt between Master’s thighs. I made sure she was on all fours with her head in Master’s lap and her backside raised, giving me free access to her. Allowing her to use her left hand to support herself I took her right hand and placed it gently around Master’s cock. Gently I pushed her head down, forcing her to accept his cock in her mouth. She tried to turn her head and look at me, a disgusted look on her face.
“With your permission Master, I would like to speak to X” I whispered softly. I would never normally speak without Master speaking to me first but Master had asked me to instruct her and I felt that I needed to speak to her.
“Yes Slave, you may speak.” Master replied “Whenever you feel X needs instruction you have my permission to give it to her.”
I thanked Master and spoke sternly to X.
“X, do you wish to have the honour of serving Master?”
“Of course Mistress” mumbled X, her mouth still full of his cock.
“Then this is something you must learn to do to please him, whenever and wherever Master desires. And you must learn to do it well.”
“Yes Mistress” she replied.
X had tears rolling down her cheeks, and I could see she felt utterly humiliated, but that is the roll of the Slave, if that is what the Master requires and I felt no sympathy for her. If she couldn’t accept Master’s cock in her mouth there is no way she would manage to accept him inside her ass! I must confess but help feeling a little smug, knowing that I had never refused Master anything, and seeing X struggle with what I found to be a simple task.
I could see that X really did want to please both Master and myself and she began to tentatively suck on his cock. While she continued with this, I went round behind her and began to gently caress her buttocks, I could feel I her shudder with anticipation when she felt my hands on her. I allowed my middle finger to trail gently down between her buttocks. I was surprised to find myself enjoying turning on another women as I did. I knew what I wanted to be done to me and I was transferring this on to X, and she certainly seemed to be appreciating it! I gently stroked the lips of her newly shaven pussy, and I could feel her revelling in the new sensations; I remembered when Master touched me after the first time I had been shaved, I had been so sensitive, feeling things that previously I had never experienced, my pubic hair preventing the exquisite feeling of being completely open to Master. As her beautiful pussy became wetter I gradually slipped just one finger between her lips, being careful not to allow it to touch her clit yet. She would have to please Master before she could earn her orgasm. I pressed my finger deeper inside her and felt her push back her hips against me; she groaned and took Master’s cock even deeper into her mouth and I knew she was beginning to enjoy herself. Master was also enjoying being sucked while watching his slave pleasure his latest acquisition.
“Give her a little more, Slave” he gasped. “I really want to hear her groan.”
I roughly rammed three fingers into X’s pussy and pumped them in and out. She groaned and gasped, her mouth full of cock; I saw her head begin to bob up and down as she took Master’s cock deeper and deeper and to reward her I began to use my thumb to massage her clit. As I touched it she cried out with pleasure, and desperate to be allowed to climax she began to use her hand to encourage Master to spunk deep down her throat.
“Good girl X” I praised her, “keep going. Please Master and you will get your reward.”
The feeling of a new mouth around him soon proved to be enough to bring him to a powerful climax in X’s mouth. Hearing him grunt and cry out as he pumped his hot spunk down her throat, which, to her credit, she obediently swallowed; I began to give attention to both X’s clit and G-spot simultaneously. She couldn’t contain herself for long as I pummelled her with my fingers and was soon shaking violently as the powerful orgasm racked her body. Master stroked X’s hair lovingly as she came, her head resting adoringly in his lap.
“There, there my beautiful one” he whispered. “Just enjoy it.”
And with that she fell limp and exhausted at his feet, every ounce of her energy spent serving Master, and with that I knew she would make him a very good slave.

2.
I took X back to the cottage we now shared and sent her to shower and go to bed. As my slave I decided that X would sleep on the floor at the side of my bed, it would be a permanent reminder to her of her position and keep her nearby to fulfil my every desire at a moment’s notice. The following day her slave training would begin in earnest.
The next morning I woke early and went down to the kitchen to make coffee for myself before X awoke, so I could plan our day. It was vital, if she was to succeed in slavehood, that she was happy to submit to, and obey me entirely. Today I would be testing that to the limit. She would, unknowingly, be beginning towards earning the chain she would wear baring Master’s and mine initials, like I wore showing Master’s ownership of me.
Half an hour later I awoke X. In future she would need to set herself an alarm so she could be ready to wake and serve me. I told her to go and wash and to meet me downstairs where she would begin by learning how to prepare and serve breakfast. There was no need to get dressed I informed her, as she would be serving me naked while we were at home unless told otherwise.
In the kitchen I seated myself at the head of the table as Master did when I served him. It felt very strange being served rather than serving and I wasn’t yet entirely comfortable with it. X walked in, her eyes on the floor, her hands clasped behind her neck. So far she was remembering her training well.
“Kneel.” I said to her. “While I give you your orders.”
Once she was knelt at my feet I explained to her that every morning she would bring me a cup of tea in bed to wake me up. She may then be permitted to get into my bed and pleasure me, depending on my whim that day. She would then shower, dry and dress me, and if necessary shave me ready for Master. Next she would prepare whatever I wanted for breakfast. Unless told otherwise X would eat on all fours on the floor from a bowl at my feet, using only her mouth. This is how I ate whenever I was permitted to eat with Master and he would expect the same from X.
I instructed X to begin my breakfast of bacon and eggs and watched her young, naked body as she moved around the kitchen. I provided her with the dog bowl which she would eat from, from now on, and she put some of the food she had prepared in there. In her eyes I saw the same humiliated look I had seen when she had been ordered to suck Master’s cock last night, and I smiled to myself. I didn’t consider myself a cruel Mistress but had to admit that seeing X humiliated by the things I ordered her to do certainly turned me on!
I decided to make X wait until I had finished my breakfast until I let her eat hers so I could watch her properly. When I had finished I ordered her to begin eating. She lowered her head to the dog bowl and tentatively took a small piece of bacon from it with her teeth. She struggled to use her tongue to get it into her mouth, looking up at me with pleading eyes as she did so.
“Keep going” I laughed. “Finish your breakfast.”
X lifted a hand and used it to wipe the food from around her mouth.
“No hands!” I snapped. “That will be an extra punishment on Sunday X!”
“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress” she replied demurely.
After that X finished her food without raising her head from the bowl. She was learning!
Once she had finished I released her so she could get on with the housework; telling her to make sure our home was immaculate before my return, I headed over to Master’s house to serve him for the day.

3.
I knocked on Master’s front door and he shouted to me to enter. I went inside on my hands and knees as I always moved around Master unless told otherwise. I set about making and serving his breakfast in the same way X had for me. As I had already eaten I knelt at Master’s feet while he ate.
“Tell me slave,” he said as he ate, “how is X’s training coming along?”
“I am very pleased with her Master.” I replied. “She is building up a number of punishments for Sunday, but that is to be expected. She is very new and still trying to keep her dignity. Once she learns to submit entirely mentally as well as simply physically she will find her training a lot easier.”
“That is true slave and I know you will do an excellent job of training her. But for now you need to forget about everything but pleasing me.”
“Of course Master” I responded, glad to be back to doing what I loved best, what I lived for.
“I mustn’t neglect your training either.” Master went on. “There is always more for even the most experienced submissive to learn, and today you will learn a new skill.”
“Thank you Master” I answered sincerely. I loved it when Master introduced something new to challenge me; I saw it as an opportunity to prove and reinforce my complete submission to Master’s will.
Master ordered me to remove my clothes and to crawl upstairs to his wet room. Master would often take me in there to wash him so I wondered if this is what he wanted me to do before he began today’s training. I was wrong.
“This morning slave,” he told me, “you will learn to let me use your pretty little mouth as my urinal.”

4.
Although I felt nervous about learning to take Master’s piss in my mouth I was still very excited. This was something I had long imagined doing for my beloved owner and I was becoming incredibly turned on just thinking about swallowing the hot liquid.
“Kneel up with your legs spread” Master ordered. “I want to see you really open up to me as I use you.”
I did so and knew that he would see how turned on I was already; my clit was hard and throbbing and my shaven sex was clearly swollen with arousal. Master smiled as he saw this.
“Serving your Master really does turn you on doesn’t it my darling?”
“Yes Master,” I breathed.
“Then tip your head right back for me slave,” he said gently “and don’t spill a drop of this or you will be punished severely on Sunday!”
I did as I was told, my head tipped back, my eager mouth wide open and my hands linked behind my neck. Master dropped his trousers and underwear and stepped forward so his crotch was level with my face; he took his cock in his hand and held it about an inch above my mouth and slowly began to pee. As I felt its warmth hit the back of my throat, my reflexes caused me to briefly gag, but I was soon easily swallowing the steady flow, loving the feeling of the heat running down my throat and into my belly. Master began to increase the speed of the flow and I began to gulp down his piss in an effort not to spill a single drop of the golden liquid, but soon my mouth was full and it began to trickle down the sides of my mouth; before long Master’s piss was running freely down my chin, over my naked breasts and down to my throbbing pussy before forming a puddle between my thighs. Slowly the flow eased, and having finished Master stepped back, pulled his trousers back on and looked at me, kneeling before him, soaked by his piss, my eyes on the floor ashamed at having failed.
“A little more practice needed it think Slave” laughed Master. “You will pay for your failure to obey me on Sunday,” he continued. “I want you to practice every night with X until you can swallow all her pee without any mess, then you will return to me and prove you can follow my instructions.”
“Yes Master” I replied, tears in my eyes; it had been long time since I had failed in a task given to me by my owner.
“Now on your hands and knees to clean up this mess.” He pointed to the puddle off urine between my thighs.”Lap up what you wasted.”
Having watch me do this he turned and left the room, leaving me naked on the floor to reflect on my failure.

5.
Sunday morning arrived and both X and I were nervous. For her it would be her first punishment and she knew she had made many mistakes during her first week. As for me, I had failed Master and I knew the punishment would be severe.
As Master entered the room he announced “X, you will be punished first. You will then watch me punish your Mistress. Slave, restrain X ready to be disciplined.”
I led X to the kneeling stool and she apprehensively lowered herself to her knees. I secured her ankles, making sure her legs were forced slightly apart. Master liked a good view of his slaves pussies when he was punishing them so he could see what effect he was having on them!
I pushed her forward and fastened her wrists to the legs at the front of the stool. I could see in her eyes that she was terrified and she looked at me for reassurance. I stroked her hair and went back to kneel at Master’s feet.
“Pass me my cane Slave.” Master said to me. “Then you may kneel at X’s head and comfort her as this is her first punishment. How many strokes is she due today Slave?”
“As well as her weekly ten strokes, she is due 20 strokes for poor time keeping and another 6 strokes for minor misdemeanours throughout the week Master. 36 in total.”
“Very good, Slave.” He acknowledged and stepped behind X. Her took a few moments to admire her raised buttocks presented to him ready to receive punishment. “Explain to X what I expect from her.”
I spoke softly to X, explaining to her that Master would expect her to count every stroke and thank him for it, then ask for the next one. I made sure she knew that if she faltered at this Master would add extra strokes to her punishment.
Once I had finished speaking to her Master began disciplining X. He bought the cane firmly down across the very centre of her buttocks. X screamed and began to sob.
“Oh X, I am very disappointed in you! That is not how I expect my slaves to behave when I am generous enough to discipline them for their own improvement. We will begin again and if you cannot be a good girl and accept your punishment your Mistress will gag you, and I will continue to whip you until you learn to submit. Is that understood?”
“Yes Master” sobbed X in a choked voice.
Master bought the cane down across X’s buttocks again, this time X gasped and let out a whimper but managed to get out the word “One.”
“Thank you Master” she continued, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Please will you whip me again?”
“Certainly X, that is much better.” Master replied, and continued X’s punishment. By the time Master had given X ten strokes her buttocks were glowing very red and was beautifully criss-crossed with cane marks. I noticed her breathing had changed and I knew X was beginning to enjoy the pain her Master was inflicting on her. There was real pleading in her voice as she asked for each stroke and I could tell Master was enjoying caning her more the more he felt she was enjoying it. I was sure that if I had been able to touch X’s pussy at that moment that I would find she was becoming very wet. Again I felt that familiar stab of jealousy.
Between strokes Master had began to caress X’s raised, glowing buttocks, massaging them firmly making X squirm in both pleasure and pain. Soon he was trailing a finger down between the cheeks of her warm bottom and dipping it in to the sweet wetness that was appearing between her legs. Each time he removed it to serve her another stroke of the cane she made a small moan at the loss. I looked up at Master and saw that his cock was fully erect and desperately straining against the front of his trousers. As X counted 36, the last of her strokes, thanking Master profusely, Master quickly removed his trousers and without saying a word thrust his hard cock into X’s now dripping wet cunt. X screamed out, this time with absolute pleasure. She was still firmly strapped to the whipping stool so was in the perfect position to take the hard fucking she was receiving. Master was grunting with the effort he was putting into shafting his latest possession. X was wriggling around as best she could and moaning with pleasure, desperately trying to push back against her bonds eager for Master’s cock even deeper inside her. Master lent forward and grabbed a large handful of X’s long, blonde hair, pulling her head sharply back. With something to hold onto he went at her even more ferociously and soon they were both screaming and Master ordered X to cum. Soon they were both screaming with the orgasms that overtook them. Master slumped forward over X, his legs having gone to jelly, and not until his erection had fully subsided did he remove it from X’s sopping cunt.
“Slave, come here and clean me up” he called to me, and I crawled over to him and began to meticulously lick X’s juices from his cock and balls. I knew I should have been pleased at Master’s obvious enjoyment of X but I felt a great deal of animosity towards her at that moment and very possessive towards Master, which went entirely against my slave training. I may belong to Master, but he in no way belonged to me.
When Master was thoroughly clean he told me to go and clean up X who was still bound to the whipping stool. I did as I was told of course, determined not to let how I was feeling affect my service of my beloved Master. I crawled on my hands and knees to X and began to lap up Master’s sweet cum as it ran from X’s pussy, mixed with her own juices and the more I worked at her, the more wet she became. I pushed my tongue as far as I could inside her and licked her clean of Master’s seed inside then sucked and lapped at her shaven pussy lips, I then moved my tongue along to her now throbbing clit, gently flicking my tongue on it and sucking it gently between my teeth. I knew X was getting close to coming for the second time that morning, which was exactly what I wanted. I knew if X dared to cum without Master’s express permission she would be severely punished as this was one of the Slaves golden rules, you must never cum without your dominant’s permission. X knew this too and was desperately trying to fight the waves of pleasure that were sweeping through her body but I had taken her too far and within seconds she was shuddering as the orgasm hit her and all she could do was try to keep as quiet as possible, which just seemed to intensify her excitement even more! However hard she tried though it was clear to Master that X was being satisfied without permission, as she again went limp with exertion where she was bound Master called me to him.
“That will do now Slave,” he told me “X, later you will harshly disciplined for your lack of self control, and I can assure you that I will make you will very sorry for what you have done. Slave, untie X and kneel her in the corner for now. I will discipline you now, and as you know, this week you have failed me so your punishment will be severe.”
“You will not be restraining you for your whipping today but you will keep as still as if you are tied to the post.” He explained.” Stand with your legs spread wide and your hands behind your head Slave”
I did as he demanded and he went to his cupboard to choose a whip. He came back with one I hadn’t seen before. It was many strips of black leather attached to a wooden handle, he also bought over his usual cane and a blindfold made of black silk which he placed over my eyes and tied firmly behind my head.
“First you will receive your ten weekly strokes of the cane, which you will count as usual” he told me.
“Thank you Master.” I responded.
Master began to cane the back of my thighs as I stood with my legs spread. I managed to stand very still for Master and as I counted the strokes he praised me for my obedience. As usual I was becoming very turned on at being caned. Knowing that X was kneeling in the corner watching her blindfolded Mistress receiving a thrashing only turned me on even more! I had soon counted ten strokes and I knew the real punishment and pain was about to begin.
Master began by trailing the cold strands of leather of the whip over my burning thighs, then without warning bought them down hard across my buttocks. I desperately struggled to stand firm but I managed it. I wasn’t going to let Master down again. He bought the whip down on my body again, this time across my shoulders and upper back. The whip caused so much more pain than the cane did and I could tell from the way Master flogged me that he really meant for me to suffer. The next blow fell across my breasts and the pain and heat as it hit my erect nipples was searing. I gasped with pain, and swayed with the force of the blow, but managed to remain where I was. The next few blows hit my stomach and the front of my thighs and then master flicked the whip hard up between my legs. It stung so painfully as the leather strands struck the lips of my pussy that I yelped in pain, Master was driven on by this reaction and continued to flay my cunt hard. Through the heat of the pain I felt tingles of pleasure throb through my clit. Master noticed immediately as my pussy began to get moist and stopped at once.
“This is not for your pleasure.” He told me sternly and began much more aggressively than before to whip my back, breasts, stomach and ass. I knew that these marks would turn to welts and I would not be able to lie comfortably for some days. I couldn’t help but cry out now at the agony that was being inflicted on me. I began to feel dizzy and my knees began to weaken with the pain. Just at that moment Master stopped my flogging and ordered me to my hands and knees. I was still blindfolded.
“You will remain like that for the next three hours without moving a muscle.” He told me. “X will remain with you and watch that you don’t move. If you do we will start the flogging again and you will remain still for four hours. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.” I replied as clearly as I could. And without saying a word I heard Master open the door and leave the room.
To be continued........

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