The slave jumped to her feet to lessen the considerable pain I was

causing to her tender nipples. I let go of her when she was standing,

and assessed the marks I had earlier made on her breasts. On each breast

there were three bright red lines, one of which crossed the nipple, but

no broken skin - just what I had intended.

"Since the Slave is now standing," I said, "this is a good time for the

Master to give the rules for the Waiting Pose. This is the Pose the

Slave will assume when the Slave is waiting for the Master to give it an

order, to use its body for sex, or when the Slave is otherwise idle. All

of the general Rules of the Instructional Pose still apply, except the

feet shall be spread to shoulder width. For this Slave specifically,

there will be one additional Rule: when the Slave is in the Waiting

Pose, it shall tighten its stomach muscles as much as possible. The

Master expects to see the Slave's stomach pulled in tightly, and the

hollow below the lower ribcage clearly showing at all times, while the

Slave is in the Waiting Pose. This will require constant vigilance and

effort by the Slave, but that is the Slave's concern, not the Master's."

I looked down and saw she had already made the adjustment to her feet,

her stomach was tight, and she was Posed perfectly. I complemented her

on her Pose. Running my fingers lightly over her stomach and belly, and

tracing the outline of her lower ribcage, I told her how much more

attractive she was when her stomach was flat and tight.

Walking around her a few time, I finally stopped behind her and to one

side. I began caressing her buttocks lightly with my hand, watching her

face in the mirror for a response. Shortly, there was a barely

perceptible relaxation in her body, but she maintained the Pose. A good

start.

Continuing to wander my hand over her ass, I asked, "What is the Master

doing to its Slave? Respond."

She immediately responded, "Master, the Master is stroking his Slave's

buttocks, Master."

"Well-formed answer, Slave, but incorrect terminology," I said. "People

have buttocks, a Slave has an ass. And stroking is one word for what the

Master will do in any of the Slave's bodily orifices whenever the Master

wishes. This is a caress." I moved my hand to the left cheek, and said,

"This is the left cheek of the Slave's ass." I moved my hand to the

other cheek, and said, "This is the right cheek of the Slave's ass." I

resumed caressing both cheeks, and said "The Slave will repeat its

answer with the required corrections."

"Master, the Master is caressing both the left and right cheeks of his

Slave's ass, Master."

I said, "Both the response and the ass are excellent," and gave her ass

a mild slap, causing her to jump slightly. I then moved my hand down,

tracing the crack of her ass until my middle finger rested lightly on

her anus. She jumped again at the contact. "Where is the Master's finger

resting now? Respond."

Haltingly, she said "Master, the Master's finger is resting on the

Slave's ... ass hole, Master."

"Four stars," I said, and moved around to her front. I noticed that she

had relaxed her stomach muscles, so I gave her a whack on the belly with

the crop and had her make a correction. Then we played the name game on

each breast ("tit" or "boob"), the vagina ("pussy" or "cunt"), labia

("pussy lips"), and finally her clitoris ("clit", obviously). Some of

these she got right the first time, some she had to repeat the corrected

response. I could see this was distasteful to her, which is exactly why

she was doing it. I also told her that most of these Slave body parts

had more than one name and some had many names, and she would eventually

have to memorize them all and recite them on command.

Finally, I asked her what the Slave's pussy, ass hole, and mouth all had

in common. She replied that she didn't know what they had in common. I

hit her once with the crop across both breasts and called her a liar. I

said I was sure she knew the right answer, that in fact I had already

given her the answer when explaining the difference between caressing

and stroking. With tears running down her face onto her breasts, she

said that she knew they could all be used for sex. I told her that lying

to the Master is one of the worst offenses a Slave can commit, and that

the next time the Slave lied about anything, there would be a heavy

price to pay. Then I gave her the complete answer: the Master has the

right to fuck the Slave's pussy, ass hole, or mouth at any time he

chooses, with his cock or any of his other body parts or with any other

object of his choosing, that the Slave has no right of refusal, and that

this would happen to her in this room many times a day. I told her that

she had already signed an Agreement stipulating those facts, and I added

that she would soon experience that reality firsthand. I made her repeat

that information many times, until she could recite each point.

"Now it's time for a tour", I said. "The Slave will raise its eyes and

look at the wall before it." I stood off to one side as she looked up.

"I'm sure the Slave has already noticed that the wall is a mirror. In

fact, all of the walls in the Slave's room are mirrored. There are also

television cameras and microphones located to cover every square inch of

the room, which means the Slave is always visible and always being

recorded. The room will never again be in darkness, as it was before the

Slave entered. For this Slave, there is no privacy, no concealment,

nowhere to be alone. As the Slave will soon see firsthand, this also

applies to the exercise of necessary bodily functions that people, but

not Slaves, usually perform in private."

I grasped her nipples and made her perform a right turn by pulling the

left tit and pushing the right tit. I said, "Until told differently, the

Slave may continue looking anywhere it can see without turning its head

from the straight-ahead, level position. This is a tour, after all, take

it all in." I moved to her side and laid my hand on her ass, tapping

once on her anus with a finger. Again she jumped. "This is how the Slave

will be guided on its tour," I said. "Pressure on the asshole means walk

forward, no pressure means stop and assume the Waiting Pose. Always walk

straight ahead. To change the Slave's direction we will stop, turn to

the new direction by pulling the tits, then begin moving again. Keep the

stomach tight even while walking." I pressed on her anus and she walked

forward.

We walked along the wall, past a complex contraption - her bed, which I

would show her on the way back. We went on to the end of the room, which

was unlike anything else in the room. It was like a small studio

apartment, with a couch and chairs, table, small sink, refrigerator and

stove, overhead TV monitors and an electronic control panel linked to

the control room. There was also an unobtrusive door, which would only

open for the Master, leading to a small toilet. The floor was carpeted,

while the rest of the room had a soft tile floor. Here I removed the

pressure on her anus and she stopped. "I wanted to show the Slave this

area first," I said, "because this area is strictly off-limits to the

Slave unless it is brought here by the Master. This is the Master's

enclave in the Slave's quarters, where the Master can relax and observe

the Slave between strenuous bouts of fucking, or while the Slave is

performing some difficult and/or painful task ordered by the Master. The

Slave will never step from the tiled floor of the Slave's area onto the

carpeted floor of the Master's area, unless led there by the Master."

I tit-turned her 180 degrees, then ass-marched her up to the bed.

"Believe it or not," I said, "this is the Slave's bed. It doesn't look

much like a bed, but it can be fairly comfortable once the Slave becomes

accustomed to lying in an unusual position." She hadn't seemed to notice

the dropping temperature yet, so I saw no need to enable the air curtain

surrounding the bed. When enabled, the air curtain would activate

automatically whenever the bed was locked in the horizontal position.

When the air curtain was active, the air temperature inside the curtain

would be rapidly raised back to 78 degrees. When she was allowed to

sleep, I wanted her to sleep well.

I told her I was putting her in the bed temporarily to demonstrate it to

her. First I unhooked her hands from the belt, leaving them attached to

each other behind her back. Then I positioned her at the entry point,

back to the bed, and had her step backwards until contact was made. At

that point her ankles were locked onto two padded leg platforms that

contacted her feet and calves but curved away and to the sides of the

legs above the knees. Moving up the body, the next contact point was at

her waist, a 3-inch wide, padded and contoured bar at the level of her

belt. She had to lift her hands over, then behind the bar, as her back

made contact. After contact, her belt was then locked to the bar.

Continuing up, there was a 6-inch wide, U-shaped padded backrest support

that curved around her back to the side of each breast. It was tight on

her torso, but flexible and springy enough that she could squeeze into

it. This support was designed to prevent the breasts from moving to her

sides when she was on her back. There were straps above and below the

breasts, which were fastened once the bed was horizontal. The straps

squeezed the breasts to make them stand up as much as possible,

minimizing the "fried eggs" flattening effect seen with large breasts

when the Slave was lying on its back. It also made it easier to attach

certain equipment that would sometimes be used on her nipples while she

was in the bed. Finally, her head was strapped to a padded headrest that

could be tilted to any desired head angle, useful for oral sex while in

bed.

When she was strapped in, I rotated the bed. As it rotated, her torso

rotated with it, back and down, At the same time, the leg supports rose

and bent the legs at the knees, until finally her legs were in the

relative position they would be in if she were sitting in a chair,

except her thighs and ass were free and suspended by her calves. Her

arms, still manacled together at the wrists, dropped down below her

body. I attached each calf to the leg support with straps just below the

knees to immobilize her legs. Then I tightened the straps across her

breasts, and tugged the breasts upward by the nipples until they were

standing as tall as possible above the torso. I then spent a few minutes

stimulating her nipples with the crop and my fingers, until they were

rock-hard. The final touch was to attach her wrist cuffs with ropes to

the base of the bed's frame near the floor, disconnect the wrists from

each other, then tighten the ropes to straighten her arms and gently

pull them downward at a 45 degree angle. The primary purpose of this arm

restraint was to increase the Slave's sense of vulnerability and

helplessness. If less severe arm bondage was desired, the wrists could

simply be left attached together and hanging below her body, or

reattached to the belt at the sides of her waist, or to the sides of the

headrest.

When she was fully installed, I walked around the bed once to see if

everything was OK. Then I walked to the foot of the bed and stood

between her legs. I demonstrated for her how the leg supports could

pivot to almost any attitude, to spread the legs wide or straighten

them, with any desired angle between the legs, including uncomfortably

wide angles. I pointed out to her how her thighs, ass, and belly were

making no contact whatsoever with the bed, and I spent some time

caressing that area, to demonstrate how open this left her to her

Master's attentions. Walking around to her head, I demonstrated how I

could lower the headrest to position her head in any position I desired

for oral sex. To demonstrate, I briefly lowered her head and pushed my

covered crotch against her face. I saved for later a demonstration of

the many stimulation or pain devices that could be used on her

immobilized body at the bed.

Walking away from her, I said "The tour will resume shortly," and left

the room. Actually I just went to the observation room to watch her for

awhile. I saw that the temperature was now a shade below 75 degrees. In

15 minutes I returned and wheeled a small cart up to the bed, containing

the equipment I would need for the next step. She heard the cart, and

strained to look at it, but her head was rigidly strapped to the

headrest, and she couldn't roll her eyes far enough to see. I parked the

cart near the foot of the bed, then operated a control on the bed's

frame to tilt her torso and legs as one unit. I stopped when her head

was about 6 inches lower than her crotch, done more to heighten her

apprehension than out of need.

Walking back up to to her head, and said, "Your Master has decided that

this Slave is not as naked as it should be. The Master believes that

making the Slave more naked will help the Slave better appreciate the

seriousness of the Slave's situation, and will produce an improvement in

its attitude and its responses to training." Slowly I walked back to the

other end of her torso. I was hoping she would soon figure out what was

going to happen, and that she would speak out without permission, to try

to talk me out of it, so I gave her a little more time by pretending to

ready the equipment on the cart. She kept silent, so finally I decided

to begin.

I adjusted the leg supports to open her thighs more, then began

lathering up her pussy and all the nearby areas with body hair. At the

first touch of the lather brush to her body, she gasped and began

struggling in her bonds, but still didn't speak. The only motion she was

capable of was to raise and lower her ass using her legs, and the only

way I could stop that would be to apply support and restraint to the

body areas I told her must not be touched. I could do that if necessary,

the bed actually had an attachment that would support and restrain her

ass. As her training progressed, she would be allowed to use that ass

support to give her a more comfortable position for sleep. But I didn't

want to use it yet.

With a razor in my hand, I walked back up to her head and showed her the

razor. I looked in her eyes and said, "The Slave should realize that

this procedure will be carried out with a very sharp straight razor.

Perhaps it is in the Slave's best interest to remain as still as

possible. The Slave might also want to consider the fact that the Master

has not yet made a final decision concerning whether or not the Slave

will be made totally naked. As much as the Master admires the Slave's

full head of beautiful hair, maintaining the cleanliness of the Slave's

body would be simplified greatly if all of its hair was removed. During

training, it is not necessary that the Slave be attractive, only that it

be obedient." She groaned and relaxed her body. Shaving a Slave's head

was often done as a way to further demoralize the Slave and break down

its resistance, but in her case I really didn't know if I could bring

myself to destroy that beautiful mane.

She held still as I shaved her crotch thoroughly and carefully, then

washed off the remaining soap and patted her dry. I looked up at her

face and saw that she was silently weeping. I caressed the newly-shaved

areas for awhile, occasionally letting a finger wander into her damp

pussy. Then I suddenly plunged several fingers into her pussy, and asked

her if she thought it would be difficult for her to sleep in her bed.

She remained silent, and finally I removed my fingers, slapped her on

her pussy with my open palm, and reinserted the fingers. I said,

"Respond to your Master's question, Slave!" Finally, tearful and

struggling for control, she said in a weak voice that she thought she

could sleep like this if she was really tired, and that she had almost

dozed off a few minutes ago while I left her alone.

I took that answer to mean she was really tired right now, so I

extracted her from the bed, reattached her hands to the belt, and we

continued the tour. But first I steered her close to the nearest

mirrored wall to examine my work. I ordered her to assume the

Instructional Pose facing the mirror, and when she spread her legs wide,

she gasped at the sight of her pussy opening up. Then I had her resume

the Waiting Pose. While she watched, I caressed her pussy, telling her

that I wanted her to experience how it looked and how it felt when her

naked pussy was caressed. I pressed on either side of her pussy with my

finger and thumb and gently pried apart her labia, then gently pulled

back the sheath covering her clit, so she would see how easily she was

opened even while standing. I told her she had a very sexy pussy and

clit, her Master was pleased that they were no longer concealed from

view, and that her pussy would remain naked from now on. Then I spent a

minute running my hands over and through her beautiful, shoulder-length

mane, complementing her again on how attractive it was and said what a

shame it would be if the Master decided it had to be removed. Finally I

added that, if it became necessary to shave her head, she would remain

bald and completely naked throughout her training, and would be

delivered that way to her eventual owner.

Guiding her by the usual method, I showed her the Slave exercise area.

There wasn't much room to spare for that function, so we only had a few

things in there at a time, and brought in what we needed as we needed

it. Right now there was just an elliptical trainer and a versatile

weight training bench. For her, that was probably all we would need.

Moving down the room, we came to the ritual sex area, featuring various

horizontal bars and tables to which she would be attached for whipping

and sexual use. I decided to let her wait until tomorrow to find that

out the name of that area and what would happen to her there. During the

early weeks of her training, she would be brought to this area about

once an hour during the day, to be tied, whipped, and then fucked either

by me, a dildo, or a machine. Hey, Being in here alone with her, and not

superman, I would need a little artificial assistance. For now I just

told her that this was an area where she would be tied and immobilized

in various positions on occasion. Fortunately, the dildo and the machine

were kept out of sight.

Next down the wall was her toilet area. It had three fixtures, a normal

wash basin, a bidet, and a very unusual commode. Next to the basin was

an open shower area with both overhead and handheld shower heads and a

drain in the floor. There were floor-to-ceiling posts at each corner of

the shower area, incorporating numerous attach points for her manacles.

The commode had a huge bowl and no seat - remember that the slave could

not sit down. To use it, the slave went up two steps at the side,

stepped across the bowl so that one foot was on a small platform on each

side of the bowl, hooked her arms over two padded bars sticking out from

behind the toilet, and rested her weight on the bars. When her weight

was sensed on the bars, her feet and ankles were automatically locked to

the platforms and the machine began to move. While her torso was being

lowered toward the bowl, her legs were being raised out and to the

sides. She wound up suspended a few inches above the bowl, with her legs

straight, horizontal, and at a 90 degree angle to each other. It was

designed for maximum humiliation, and it performed that job very well.

I hadn't described how the commode worked, but I asked her if she need

to use it, using the crude words for the bodily functions of course. I

made her answer using the correct terminology, and the answer was yes,

she needed to perform both functions. So I had her walk up to an orange

dot on the floor beside the toilet, and commanded her to kneel, place

her forehead on the dot, and not move. I went to the basin and prepared

an enema for her. I'm sure she guessed what was coming when she heard

the water running, but she remained positioned as ordered.

When I came over to her with the enema bag, I said, "In case the Slave

hasn't already guessed, it is now in the Enema Pose. The Slave will

remain still with its forehead on the dot while the enema solution runs

into its ass. When ordered, it will quickly stand up and mount two steps

to the top of the commode. The Master will have to instruct the Slave

how to get on the toilet the first time, which might take a few seconds.

If the Slave discharges anything from it's ass before it is in position

over the bowl and has been given permission, the Slave will clean it up,

and the Slave's hands will not be freed for this task. Here we go." And

I slid the enema nozzle into her, gave her a slap on the ass with my

open hand, and hung the bag from a hook.

While waiting for the bag to drain, I informed her that she would get

one of these first thing every morning, and probably several additional

times during the day, for at least her first week of training. Soon the

bag was drained, and I commanded her to get up and go up the steps, then

to step across the bowl and suspend herself from the bars. She installed

herself without spilling a drop. She was startled when the feet and

ankle clamps were activated and the machine began to move, and when her

legs began to lift and separate her mouth dropped open and she blushed

deeply. Ignoring her embarrassment,I said, "Your Master commands that

his Slave hold the waste in its body until given permission to release

it. And by the way, does the Slave see the wall straight across the room

from us, the section of mirror that isn't as reflective as the rest?"

She replied that she had noticed that. "That's the observation room,

where the Slave can be watched by anyone who cares to drop by. I'm sure

at some point the Slave's future owner will spend time in there,

observing his property in training. The Master doesn't know if it

occupied now; but if it is, they are surely admiring how sexy the

Slave's naked, wide-open pussy looks." She looked at me in disbelief,

then looked down and away as she understood that I was telling her the

truth. When I commanded her to return her head to the required erect,

straight-ahead posture, she lowered her eyes to avoid looking at the

observation room.

As she was hanging over the bowl and waiting for permission to evacuate

herself, I went to her side and began playing with her breasts, nipples

and pussy again. The object, of course, was for her to learn that she

always was, and always would be, available sexually to her Master. At

some point in her training, she would be commanded to give me a blow job

while in this position. I also wanted to see if her nipples would become

erect now, when she was fully occupied trying to control her sphincter

and wondering who was looking at her naked crotch. The nipples stiffened

quickly. After a few minutes, I patted her on the pussy then walked back

until I was in front of her and slightly to the side, watching her.

After a minute more I told her that her Master, and whoever else might

be watching, were now ready to watch her release her waste, which she

immediately did.

When she finished, I told her she had done very well, but nevertheless

she would get lots more practice in the coming days. I then reversed the

operation of the lift, and soon she was back where she had started,

standing with her legs straddling the toilet bowl. She climbed down and

I pushed her over to the bidet. I explained that the bidet came on

automatically when she squatted over it, so if she wasn't decisive and

precise in her positioning she would get wet. She did get a little cold

water half way up her back and on her pussy and belly, and she laughed

out loud. I thought it was so astonishing that she could laugh after

what she had been through, that I didn't have the heart to punish her or

tell her not to do it again. Frankly, I wanted her to do it again, she

had a beautiful laugh. I decided that, for this Slave, there would be no

rule against laughing or smiling. When she was clean, I dried her with a

towel and we continued the tour.

There were only a few more things to show her, and I took her through

them quickly. First was the punishment area, a raised platform with

several columns rising to the ceiling on each side and at the back.

There were attachment rings on the floor, ceiling, columns, walls,

everywhere. She didn't require much explanation here. Nor did she need a

description of the next area, every kind of whip, crop, flog, belt,

etc., hanging from hooks on the wall. I stopped her there and made her

look at her torture devices for a few minutes while I pointed out a few

of my favorites, and told her their effect on the body. I took a whip

off of the wall and dragged it across her ass, then her breasts, then

her pussy.

She was pale and shaking by the time we moved to the last area on the

tour, a strange contraption with obvious electrical wiring and

attachment ropes. I told her that it wasn't as weird as it looked, it

was basically a machine that could be used either for teaching or

punishment or both. I also told her that my original plan was for her to

spend her first night here, awake and installed in that machine rather

than in bed and sleeping. But her attitude had improved so much since

her beautiful pussy was revealed, that I was changing the plan and would

soon put her to bed. I also assured her that she would be spending time

in this machine in the future, just not tonight.

Before returning her to the bed, I told her that, although I was sure

she would like some food, she couldn't have any tonight. But I could let

her have some water if she wanted. She eagerly asked for the water. I

guided her back to the toilet area, and positioned her in front of a

fixture low on the wall beside the basin, obviously some sort of faucet.

I went to a nearby supply drawer and returned with a 3-inch rubber

erect-penis-shaped object. Later she would learn to take water from

longer penises, one of which she would have to partially swallow in

order to activate it. I attached it to the faucet. At the base of the

penis was a wider hard rubber flange. I explained its function to her.

"Until the Master decides otherwise, this is the only way the Slave will

drink. To activate the faucet, the Slave kneels in front of the cock and

takes it in its mouth, deep enough so that its lips touch the flange at

its base. Each time the Slave presses its lips to the flange, four

ounces - half a cup - of water will be delivered into its mouth, then

the flow will stop. The Slave must continuously swallow to avoid

spilling water, which will result in punishment. To get a glass of

water, the Slave will take 4 discharges into its mouth. Does the Slave

understand? Respond."

She answered with perfect form and read back the instructions perfectly.

God, she was good when she finally got motivated.

I told her to proceed. She had told us during interviews that she had

never had a penis in her mouth, real or fake, so I watched carefully as

she went for the first drink. The device was low enough on the wall

that, after kneeling, she still had to bend at the hips to bring her

mouth down to the right level. She took it into her mouth without

hesitation, but then choked when the water spurted to the back of her

throat, and spilled most of the first discharge. I immediately hit her

three times across her ass with the crop, hard enough to leave red

marks. The tears started to flow as she coughed and gasped, but again

she kept her poise. I gave her a minute to stop coughing and recover,

then told her to try again. This time she only lost a few drops at the

very end, and steeled herself for more blows. I didn't hit her, but said

instead, "Pretty good for a beginner." She actually grinned as she

started to look up at my face but then quickly lowered her eyes. I had

her take three more discharges of water, and she didn't spill any. I

asked her if she had had enough, and she said she had.

I had her stand up, then steered her back to the bed. As we moved away

from the toilet area she kept peeking over at the observation room, like

she was trying to see through the one-way mirror. When we reached the

bed, I reinstated the eyes-down rule. Before I guided her backwards into

the bed, I enabled the air curtain, then spent a few minutes caressing

her body all over. I wanted to see how excited she would get, and I also

wanted to see how tender her tits and ass were. She winced when I rubbed

my hands over her ass, but moaned or sighed softly as I caressed her

pussy and boobs and tweaked her nipples. I then inserted her into the

bed, rotated it, and completed the attachments. I got a pushbutton with

a cord from a nearby drawer, plugged the cord into a socket on the bed

frame, and ran the other end of the wire through an attach ring on her

left wrist cuff, so that the pushbutton was lying against the open palm

of her hand. "If the Slave gets in trouble," I said, "push the button

and your Master will come right away. But know this: if the Slave pushes

the button it had better be in real trouble, or it will be removed from

the bed, taken to the punishment area and whipped all over, then

installed in the punishment machine for the rest of the night." I looked

in her eyes and she nodded her head.

Before leaving, I spent a few more minutes caressing her thighs, belly,

pussy, clit, and ass. I wanted her as horny and ready for sex as I could

get her. I entered her pussy with several fingers, and was pleased to

find it well-lubricated. Then I walked up by her head and wiped my moist

fingers on her breasts. I began rolling the nipple of one breast between

my fingers, saying, "You probably thought all of your orifices would be

ravaged by now. That will come later, starting tomorrow. Not tonight."

On impulse, I bent down and kissed her on the lips, and she tentatively

responded. I knew I would be called on the carpet for that kiss, but I

had wanted to do it all day. Funny, I knew I would soon be fucking her

every way and any time I wanted to, but I had to have that kiss. I

walked away, and as programmed, the lights dimmed as I left her room and

entered the control room. I verified that the room had correctly

statused her as locked in bed and helpless, and would therefore monitor

her even more closely than usual. I went home to bed.