I had a hard time getting to sleep, I couldn't get her out of my head.

Slave training boils down to this: push the slave farther than she's

willing to go, then coerce her into going there anyway, usually through

the application of pain. Repeat until all of the uncomfortable

thresholds have been reached. Then repeat the process for the fear

thresholds, the disgust thresholds, the taboo thresholds, etc., as far

as the Master wants to take it. We have a standard list of thresholds.

When the slave has passed all of them, we declare her trained.

The problem with this one was, what if she didn't have any thresholds?

If she would do everything on the list when first commanded, was she

trained? Could an experienced Master simply take her home and start

using her? My answer was: no, she would still have to be reprogrammed to

behave like a slave, since she hds spent her short lifetime learning

incompatible behaviors. But it bothered me. I finally drifted off to

sleep thinking about that body.

I woke up early and logged into the room system to check her status. She

was asleep right now, but she had not had a good night. She had dozed

fitfully most of the night, and had slept soundly 4 different times, for

never more than an hour. It looked like her legs kept going to sleep, we

probably needed to add more padding on the calf supports and ankle

restraints. It would take me about an hour to get there, hopefully she

would sleep until then.

I entered her room quietly, hoping to wake her with a touch rather than

a noise. But my entry caused the room lights to brighten to their normal

levels, and as I approached her, she opened her eyes and looked up at

me. A faint smile came to her lips. I was glad she remembered not to

speak, because I wanted to minimize her punishment today, for reasons

that will become apparent. I returned the smile, then reached out and

caressed her breasts and nipples until she moaned softly. I then moved

down and gave some attention to her lower torso, producing more moans.

While working on her, I asked her if she got any sleep, and she answered

truthfully and with correct form that she had slept, but not for very

long at a time. I asked her if she was ready for her first official day

of training, and she replied that she was.

Before removing her from the bed, I inserted a small device into her

vagina, then had her swallow an even smaller device. Both contained a

set of sensors and a radio transmitter, and would constantly read a

variety of physical data and report it to the room system. The room

computer, using a sophisticated piece of software, could then

extrapolate the measured data into an amazing list of parameters.

Specifically, I needed the ability to accurately assess her pain level

and arousal state, independent of her visible responses.

After reattaching her wrist manacles to her belt, at the sides of the

belt this time, I flipped the bed up and removed her. She was wobbly

when her weight returned to her feet, so I rubbed her calves to restore

the circulation. With the air curtain stopped, she began to notice how

cold the room had become, and began shivering. I used the system's

remote interface to slowly raise the room temperature 3 degrees.

Before starting her day, I removed her ankle manacles and replaced them

with a different style of restraint. These had a spring steel band at

the core, covered with thick padding and finally encased in leather.

They attached in the same way as the bare steel manacles, except being

flexible they needed no hinge opposite the locking clasp. Like the steel

restraints, they had numerous attaching rings, anchored to the core

metal band. They were a better choice for uses like supporting a Slave's

body or applying tension to a limb, because they would not damage the

underlying skin.

Pointing her toward the far end of the room using her nipples, I goosed

her into motion. As we approached the punishment area, she stiffened and

slowed down. I pushed harder on her anus and told her to walk faster.

She began shaking, but offered no further resistance. At the front of

the punishment platform, I turned her 180 degrees, and laid her down on

her back, with her ass and legs hanging off the platform, her feet still

on the floor. I attached her belt and collar to the platform, then

stretched her arms out to her sides and attached the wrists to the

platform. Attaching her new ankle restraints to ropes connected to

pulleys on the side pillars, I tightened the ropes until each leg was

pulled straight up and out at a 45 degree angle to her body. She was

positioned as if she were sitting on the floor with her legs straight

and spread wide, only she was lying on her back.

I chose a flog from the wall and showed it to her, then I told her that

this was not a punishment, she had done nothing wrong so far today. But

during her initial training she was to receive this whipping the first

thing each morning, to remind her throughout the day what her situation

was and what she had agreed to endure. After dragging the flog lightly

across her naked pussy a few times to scare her, I began flogging her on

her inner thighs, alternating back and forth between each leg. I didn't

want to cause any damage here, just give her a rosy glow and a lasting

sting. At first she grimaced, then shortly began to moan. I had whipped

her at a leisurely pace for about 3 minutes when the tears started to

flow down the side of her face and she started breathing in gasps. About

5 minutes later she screamed once, then was silent. I kept it up for

another 5 or 6 minutes, and she didn't make another sound, she was just

panting and silently weeping. I stopped and checked the computer's

remote readout, which clipped on my belt like a pager. It indicated that

she was OK, but in a lot of pain and mildly aroused. Perfect.

She stayed bound on the platform for ten more minutes, while I sat

beside her and watched her constantly. Several times she looked at me,

then looked away. When I released her, she was still crying quietly. I

wiped the tears from her cheeks then steered her to the toilet area,

where she repeated the enema, commode, bidet, and water procedures she

learned last night.

I then put her in the shower, standing with her outstretched arms and

widespread legs attached at convenient points. While putting a shower

cap over her beautiful hair, I pointed out that the cap wouldn't be

necessary if her head were shaved. Taking the handheld shower head off

its cradle, I turned on only the cold water. When the water hit her

skin, she gasped and began shivering violently. I wet her all over, then

soaped her up with a sponge and rinsed her off. While sponging, I had

paid special attention to her breasts and crotch, to see if it would

increase her arousal. Her nipples were rock-hard, but the readout showed

almost no arousal now, both due to the cold water. I toweled her off,

being careful of her thighs, then removed the shower cap, released her

from the shower, and reattached her hands to the sides of her belt. She

was still shivering.

As I was guiding her back down the room toward the ritual sex area, I

told her that all of the procedures she had followed since getting out

of bed, the whipping, toilet, and shower, would be repeated every

morning for the foreseeable future. When we reached her destination I

noticed that it had been an hour since I removed her from the bed. That

was about right for the number of items we had completed. The next step

would probably take a while this first time, because I needed to explain

everything to her. But the goal was to complete it in 15 minutes or

less, since it would be repeated each hour during her day.

We arrived at the ritual sex area, and I attached her belt to the

horizontal bar farthest from the mirrored wall, with her facing the

wall. She had to lean forward slightly at the hips to contact the bar

with her belt. I attached her ankles, legs spread at shoulder width, to

rings in the floor. The bar had been raised to the right level to bend

her over it, which I did. I then pulled her arms straight out above her

head and attached her wrist cuffs to the bar nearest the wall, in a way

that she could grasp the bar with her hands and brace herself. She was

bent nearly 90 degrees at the hips, her torso and arms stretched between

the two bars, her feet anchored to the floor.

Standing behind her and caressing her ass and down the backs of her

thighs, I told her to raise her head and look at us in the mirror, which

she did. I could see that she was afraid, still in pain and not

understanding what was coming next. At this point I explained the ritual

sex procedure to her. I told her that she would be forced, by

repetition, to become accustomed to being fucked in each of her

orifices, one at a time. Until this was accomplished, she would always

be a passive receiver of sex, always tied in position and whipped prior

to being fucked. It was expected that it would take about a week to

accustom her at each orifice, but the time was strictly the Master's

judgment. I told her that "being accustomed" means, in the Master's

judgment, the Slave understands to her core, and accepts totally, that

being fucked is the reason for the Slave's existence, and will eagerly

agree to it whenever demanded by the Master. The orifice order would be,

her asshole first, next her mouth, and finally her pussy.

I told her that, during this period, she would be fucked once an hour

each day, and before being fucked she would be tied in a suitable

position like she was now, and her associated area would be whipped

lightly. I then explained what the associated areas were. The associated

area for her asshole was her ass and the backs of her thighs. The

associated area for her mouth was from the top of her breasts to her

belt. The associated area for her pussy was her belly and the front of

her thighs. These were the areas she had been told must not come into

contact with any surface in the room. They are reserved for whipping and

the Master's touch. She was looking at me like she couldn't believe what

she was hearing. I could see the question on her lips, that she dare not

speak - after just being whipped severely (actually, she hadn't yet

experienced a severe whipping), she was going to be whipped again, and

then whipped yet again every hour? I told her this was how it was going

to be, and that she would not only survive it, she would come to look

forward to it. I told her this was why it was important for her not to

screw up and require added whipping as punishment, and I reminded her

what I had told her before, that she was not going to be able to avoid

pain, but she could minimize it through obedience.

She was pale and shaking now, but I couldn't wait for her to calm down.

I went back to the whip wall and chose the lightest flog there. I walked

back to my position behind her ass and held up the flog for her to see

in the mirror, then stood off to one side and ordered her to watch her

face in the mirror at all times until we were done here. I began

flogging her rapidly and lightly, and I think she quickly understood

that this wouldn't be as severe as the previous flogging. Nevertheless,

her tears started flowing right away, and she was breathing in gasps.

But she kept her head up and kept looking at her face the whole time. I

stopped after a few minutes, when she was just starting to show the

uniform pink glow I was looking for on her ass and thighs. I put down

the crop, moved directly behind her, put some lubricant on a finger, and

slowly inserted it in her rectum. She winced as it went in and her mouth

opened wider, possibly trying to make an example for her rectum. I

worked her with my finger for awhile, and soon felt her relax. It became

easier to move my finger in and out, so I repeated the process with two

fingers, and she gasped when they first penetrated her ass.

I pulled out my fingers and snapped off the crotch cover from my pants.

Then I lubicrated my stiff cock (I think it had been stiff in

anticipation of this since yesterday) and slowly inserted it into her

ass. It was slightly bigger in diameter than two fingers, so I made the

initial penetration as slow and easy as I could. Finally I started

pumping her slowly, and as I worked I alternated my view between her

face and the system display. Her face expression had changed from pain

to pleasure, and that spurred me to move faster, but not too fast. I

wanted this to last. I had been working her for a few minutes, watching

the nuances of expression playing over her face. Once or twice she

glanced up at my face in the mirror, violating her instructions, and

smiled. You think I was going to punish her for that?

I went on for a few more minutes, then the readout chirped at me. I

looked at it and the status message was ORGASM IMMINENT. What? That

couldn't be right, the computer just hadn't figured out how to interpret

her data yet. As I looked back at her face, her eyes rolled up in her

head and she shook violently. The readout chirped again and the status

read ORGASM. I wondered what was going on here, and if this was the

right girl I was fucking.

Not wanting to stop, I picked up the pace a little, hoping to speed

things up and finish. She shook again and her head drooped then came

back up, the look on her face indescribable. The readout chirped and

displayed ORGASM (2), meaning this was her second one in a short period

of time. Right away she shook yet again, then started trembling

violently. Her head dropped and I felt her ass sag as her body went

limp. The readout said CONTINUOUS ORGASM, then quickly changed to a

blinking UNCONSCIOUS. "Jeez," I muttered to the computer, "what's your

clock speed? Couldn't you tell me that before I figured it out for

myself?" That was too much, I pulled out even though I hadn't finished,

and I heard her groan.

I wiped off her ass and my dick, released her from the bondage, and

carried her to the Master's enclave. She was definitely passed out. I

put her on the couch and put a throw over her - screw the

no-body-contact rule for a few minutes - then I got a wet cloth at the

sink and put it on her forehead. I went to the system readout, and it

said her blood pressure was low, her blood glucose elevated but not

dangerous - no doubt due to her fast - and that she was still

unconscious. Risk assessment was low, she was not in trouble.

I went back to her and sat on the edge of the couch, beside her. After a

few moments she opened her eyes and looked at me. Then she looked down

at her body, and seemed surprised that it was covered. She smiled at me

and opened her lips, but I put my finger to my lips indicating that she

should keep quiet. I then told her that we were going to temporarily

suspend the formal rules of address, because it was important to find

out quickly what just happened, and I wanted her to talk to me plainly

and directly. I asked her if she understood, and she whispered, "Yes,

Master." Then she reached an arm from under the cover, took the top of

the throw between finger and thumb, looked in my eyes and said weakly,

"I knew I could trust you, Master."

I looked into her eyes for a few seconds, then said, "OK, what just

happened?"

"She said, "Master, I don't understand what happened. You were ...

fucking me, and it felt good. Then I remembered something, and I had a

number of intense sensations, and I guess I passed out. I thought I was

dying."

I pulled back the cover over her lower torso and told her to lie still

while I checked something. I reached down and slid a finger into her

pussy. I heard a sharp intake of breath from her as she felt my finger,

but she didn't move. She was wet, very wet. It was likely that she had

become very aroused and had cum multiple times, just like the remote

readout had said. I covered her up again.

"Your 'intense sensations' were orgasms," I told her. "When you passed

out, you were having continuous orgasms. Haven't you ever had one

before?"

"I thought I had, Master, but it didn't feel anything like that."

"Didn't you find the feeling pleasurable?"

"It felt good, really good, but it was so intense. Too intense, it

scared me. I thought I was having a ... seizure, or something, Master."

"What was the something you remembered that triggered your orgasms?"

"Oh, Master, it scares me, do I have to tell you?" she asked. I shook my

head yes. She paused, then asked me if I remembered that time in the

waiting room, when she walked over to me to read the Agreement.

"What do you mean, 'that time'? It was yesterday afternoon, of course I

remember. I also remember that something happened to you then, but,

whatever it was, you got past it quickly."

She flashed a weak smile, and said "So much has happened, it seems a

long time ago to me." Then she told me the story. "While I was walking

over to you to read the Agreement, you were admiring my body, and I knew

you wanted to ... to fuck me. Then I realized that before long you would

be ... fucking me, and that I was looking forward to it. I don't usually

have thoughts like that. As I reached for the parchment I looked up into

your eyes, and I saw an image in my mind that momentarily startled me. I

was facing myself, seeing myself naked and bent over at the waist, with

my arms extended forward and my head raised, and you were standing

behind me. I instinctively knew that you were ... fucking me, and that I

was enjoying it - a lot. I usually don't get much pleasure from sex, and

I never had it in my ... ass hole before.

"That image I saw yesterday was us, just now, over there at the bars.

And I wasn't looking at us, I was seeing us in the mirror. When I

realized I had seen something that hadn't happened yet, that ... thing,

the ... orgasm, hit me for the first time, then it hit again. Then I

don't know what happened, but I guess it was too intense for me and I

blacked out. That's all I know, Master."

I was stunned. What could I say to that? Nothing, I had no idea what to

say. I asked her if she had ever had visions before. She said just in

dreams, but not while she was awake. I asked her if any of her dreams

had ever turned out to be future events, had come true so to speak. She

said no, the dreams she could remember never made sense, they were never

about things that could happen in the real world. I asked her if she was

talking about nightmares, and she said no, they were just crazy dreams.

A funny thought occurred to me then, probably so I wouldn't have to

think any more about the story she had just told me. The thought was, if

she expected to get any pleasurable sex at all during her training, she

was probably devastated to hear a few minutes ago that she would have to

survive a week of frequent butt fucking, followed by a week of frequent

cock sucking, before there was a chance of getting laid. Now here she

is, she just passed out from excessive orgasms - and by the way, she

never actually had one before - the first time she got fucked in the

ass. If she had given us any money to enroll here, which she hadn't,

would she think she was getting her money's worth? My guess was, yes.

Not being able to come up with any other intelligent questions, and not

knowing what to say about her story, I stupidly asked her if she was

able to resume her training now.

"Will you ... fuck me again, Master?"

"Of course I will, many times, but not right now. You need a time-out

from fucking."

She gave me a big smile, and said "I'm ready and able, Master."

I removed the throw and told her that formal address was in effect

again. As soon as she stood up she properly assumed the Waiting Pose.

When I returned from storing the throw in a cabinet I noticed that I had

overlooked reattaching her wrists, and she had dropped her arms to her

sides. So I attached the wrist cuffs to her belt, at her back. I also

noticed that she had goose bumps all over and was shivering, so I went

to the control panel and raised the temperature another 3 degrees. This

time it would come up quickly, I didn't want her to experience any more

stress for awhile.

I checked the time and found it was only 15 minutes until her next

fucking. Well, we were going to take a pass on that one. I asked her if

she wanted some food, and she replied that she was very hungry. I told

her it was not going to be as simple as she might imagine to get food

into her, so we'd better get started.

I let her stay in the Master's enclave for now, and told her to assume

the Instructional Pose on the rug, which she did perfectly. Then I

noticed she was stifling a laugh, and asked her what was the problem.

She replied that the plush rug was tickling her naked pussy, and I told

her to get over it.

I then explained why feeding her was not a simple process. She would not

be allowed to take any food or any liquid into her mouth, except water,

until her Master had discharged semen into her mouth for the first time.

And, as she had already learned, that would not occur until she was

judged accustomed to being fucked up her ass - at least a week away. The

only way to feed her then was either intravenously - not an option - or

to put a tube down her throat and deposit food directly in her stomach.

That was what she must learn to do then, swallow a tube for long enough

for food to be put down her throat into her stomach. She didn't seem at

all pleased with that, but she understood by now that there were no

options for her except the ones I chose.

We started with a small plastic tube with a closed, rounded end, much

smaller than the one she would have to accept for feeding. She had to

learn to suppress her gag reflex, to swallow the tube into the right

pipe, and to control her breath and not panic while her throat was

blocked. With her on her knees, her head back and mouth open wide, I

first let her practice controlling the gag reflex by putting the tube to

the back of her mouth and trying to get it past her uvula. As soon as

she gagged, I would remove it. I could tell she hated this, but after

awhile I was able to push the tube past her uvula and hold it there. I

could see her stomach muscles trying to start a gag, but she could

suppress it. "Excellent job", I told her, "that might be the hardest

part for you. You'll have food in your stomach in no time."

Using the same tube, I made her start trying to swallow it when it was

in the back of her mouth. When I sensed she was staring to swallow, I

would gently push the tube farther into her throat. The trick is to get

the tube past the flap covering the windpipe while it is closed for the

swallow. For some reason she panicked the first few times the tube went

down her throat, and I had to pull it out. She looked at me like she had

something to say, so I told her to speak. She said it would be easier if

she pushed the hose down her throat herself because she knew exactly

when to do it, and if I would unfasten one of her wrists we could try

that. I said that it probably would be easier that way, but that's not

what we were going to do, we were a team. She continued practicing, and

after awhile she could swallow it every time, So we started working on

breath control.

I explained that while the tube was down her throat, the cover to her

windpipe would be held closed, and she couldn't breathe. I started

having her hyperventilate for a brief time, then take a final deep

breath, swallow the hose, and see how long she could let it stay in.

Unfortunately we found that the small hose didn't actually hold her

windpipe completely closed, because it wasn't big enough. So we switched

to a bigger hose, though still not as big as the food hose, and started

over.

She had trouble at each step with the larger hose, but learned to

overcome them faster than the first time. Soon she could swallow the

hose, and hold it for 40 seconds. I was hoping to get her to one minute,

but more practice made it obvious that she was never going to do better

than 50 seconds, so I decided that would have to do.

We finally switched to the feeding hose, but with a rounded plastic plug

in the end to make it go down smoother. Again she had to start over, and

it was much harder for her this time. The back of her throat and her

esophagus were barely big enough to take the hose, and having it down

her throat really scared her. I told her there was no choice, she had to

learn to do this. After more practice she was finally able to hold the

hose for 50 seconds without much stress.

Only one stage to go, remove the plug from the end of the hose and start

over. The end of the hose was as smooth as it could be, but was not

rounded, so it could scrape her while moving through her esophagus. The

trick was guiding it precisely down the pipe. This part went pretty

smoothly, although I hurt her a few times before I got the technique

right.

Feeding time. I got a stand and a funnel, attached the funnel to the

opposite end of the hose, and hung it from the stand. Then I made her

some oatmeal, added sugar and diluted it with milk until it was watery

and lukewarm. We then went through the hose swallowing procedure, and I

poured a cup of oatmeal into the funnel. The hose was transparent, so a

few seconds after I saw the last of the oatmeal entered her mouth I

pulled out the hose. I made her repeat the process once, after waiting

awhile for her to catch her breath and for the first batch to move down

the esophagus. I then asked her if she had had enough, and she replied

that she felt satisfied, and thanked me for feeding her. I was standing

close to her, and she suddenly reached out and kissed the head of my

cock, which immediately stood up to salute her. I had totally forgotten

that my crotch was uncovered all this time. Did I punish her for

breaking her Pose? I should have, but I didn't, because she was

demonstrating a talent for the trickiest art a slave can master, and

which cannot be taught - knowing when it's appropriate to break the

rules.

I declared feeding a success and checked the time. It had taken two

hours and 10 minutes to get her fed for the first time, and it was

almost the scheduled time for a fucking. She had missed two

opportunities, but that was no big deal in the long run. I looked at her

and said, "You wanna fuck?" She grinned ear-to-ear, her eyes fixed on my

still-erect cock, and vigorously shook her head yes.