"Let's go, on your feet," I said, motioning for her to rise. She didn't

stand, but instead lowered her head, looked down at each breast, and

wiggled her breasts back and forth. She wanted me to pull her up by the

nipples.

I almost went for it, I was within a microsecond of reaching down to

take her nipples. But I didn't. As soon as I saw what she wanted, I knew

it was exactly what I should have done in the first place. But my

discipline saved me, and I realized that she couldn't be allowed to go

this far so early in her training. I said, "Do the Slave's nipples need

attention? OK," and immediately struck her hard with the crop, once

across each nipple. She gasped and immediately checked and adjusted all

of her Pose requirements, including tightening her stomach muscles.

I stood in front of her, far enough so she couldn't kiss my cock again,

and said, "The Slave is developing a bad habit of breaking the rules.

Its Master has been tolerating this, because the Slave is demonstrating

a talent that few slaves ever develop: breaking the rules at just the

right time and in just the right way to surprise and please the Master.

This talent is not to be discouraged, but its use must be controlled and

limited during training. This Slave has much to learn before it can

reliably use this talent, and must be cautious in employing it. I'm sure

the Slave's unacceptable behavior just now was also partially encouraged

by its Master allowing a temporary suspension of discipline after the

Slave fainted. But that does not excuse the act.

"Disobeying a direct command, as this Slave just did, is unacceptable.

The Slave must learn that its life from now on is not about what the

Slave wants, it's only about what the Master wants. In fact, a good

Slave wants nothing, except for its Master to be pleased with it. In

addition to the punishment the Slave just received, the Slave will also

be treated to a day's-end session in the punishment area before it is

put to bed tonight. Day's-end sessions always begin with a thorough

whipping over the Slave's back and front, from the shoulders to the

knees, and what happens after that is tailored to the nature of the

offense being punished. The time it takes to administer the Slave's

day's-end session is subtracted from the Slave's sleep time. Now get up

and walk quickly over to the bars."

She rose quickly and almost ran to the bars, where she assumed the

Waiting Pose until I caught up. She was shaking badly as I strapped her

into position across the bars, and she raised her head and gazed at her

own face without being told. I wanted her to understand that I wasn't

angry with her, so I said, "Is the Slave planning to freak out and faint

again? Its Master had to stop the last time before he got to unload up

this pretty ass." I slapped her lightly on the ass as I said that last

part. That seemed to relax her a little.

When commanded to reply, she said quietly that she hoped she would come,

but not pass out. I told her that this was also her Master's wish. I

probably shouldn't have told her this yet, but I added that the ideal

progression during training was for the slave to learn to come every

time it was fucked, then learn to come while being fucked, but only when

the Master gave it permission, then learn to come whenever the Master

commanded it, even when it was not being fucked. This was probably a

level of control she didn't dream was possible, and it probably wouldn't

be possible for her, but we have trained several slaves who achieved

that level of submission to their Master.

I picked up the flog and showed it to her in the mirror. She squeezed

her eyes shut, bracing herself for it. I told her to open her eyes, keep

them open, and watch her face. Then I began. The flogging went much like

it did before, I tried for the same duration and level of skin response.

When it was over she was crying and gasping again, but the readout level

showed her pain level was actually a little lower than the first time.

Good result.

I again started with one lubricated finger, then soon two. This time I

watched the remote readout more closely during this phase. I saw her

arousal level start to slowly rise, as her pain level was dropping at

about the same rate. The pain level parameter was actually an attempt by

the computer to isolate her responses to her perception of pain. So

dropping pain levels in this context probably meant she was

concentrating more on the pleasure and tuning out the pain.

When I thought she had been opened enough, I pulled out the fingers,

cleaned them off, greased up my cock, and slowly pushed my way in. The

arousal level spiked down and the pain level spiked up, but both quickly

returned to their previous trends. But she was still far from orgasmic

levels.

Usually the Slave's sexual response is unimportant in the early stages

of training, the Slave only has to learn to accept the penetration as a

normal event. However, after her unusual and unexpected response to her

first fuck, I decided to change the plan and try to give her more

orgasms. I thought it was important that she come again soon, to help

her see that the first time wasn't a fluke and it could always be within

her grasp. I had decided that it would be best for her if I didn't

switch to the dildoes or the machine until she had come at least one

more time, because I didn't know how she would react to them. That meant

that it was important for me not to come until she did - as I previously

stated, I'm not superman. I was willing to have a case of the blue balls

to help my Slave, but I didn't know if I could keep myself from coming

while working to take her there.

I was working her slowly, trying to keep my mind off of the gorgeous

body below me, the beautiful breasts I could see swaying under her in

the mirror, the wonderful mind behind those green eyes, and checking the

readout frequently. Her arousal level was rising faster now, but still

far from orgasm. I reached around and stuck a finger in her vagina to

see if she was wet - she was. She gasped, and the arousal level jumped

way up, halving the distance to orgasm. Now I knew a way to do it, but

it was important that this not involve vaginal stimulation yet, that was

2 weeks in the future. What to do, what to do? I could bend over her and

reach up to stimulate her breasts; but her best hope of cuming, when we

switched to her mouth in about a week, was breast and nipple

stimulation, better save that. Checking the readout again, she was

within striking distance. But something needed to be added.

Out of desperation, I tried something really simple. I just started

running my open hands over her body in what I hoped felt like loving

caresses. I went up and down her back, down her ass until I hit its

interface with my body, then down the sides of her ass and the outside

of her thighs, then back up, over and over. Her skin felt fantastic, at

first I thought the added sensation would cause me to shoot my load. I

dared not look into that beautiful face to see how she was doing. I

tried thinking about anything but her, and kept checking the readout.

The caresses were having an effect, the arousal level was climbing, but

I didn't know who would finish first.

Pretty soon, the readout chirped and overrode what I was looking at with

ORGASM IMMINENT, then right away ORGASM, and she gave a shudder that

maybe would be better described as a convulsion. But she was still on

her feet, and the readout didn't interrupt with any problem status. Now

I could look at her face, and as soon as I saw her looking back at me

with that satisfied smile, I came. It was one of those where you feel

like the top of your head will explode. As I was still pumping, the

readout chirped again and said ORGASM (2), she shook again, and slowly

lowered her head for a moment. But she didn't faint. I finished up, but

stayed in her as my dick began to shrink. I looked at her face again,

and she was looking back at me with the happiest, most contented look I

have ever seen.

Don't think this gave me delusions of stud hood or any thing - I knew

this was all about her, not me. My God, what was she going to be like

when I was fucking her pussy? If she didn't understand why she needed to

be a Slave before, I bet she did now. And she had found her path purely

by using her intellect, and a little bit of luck. She started with no

information, and no one to get it from, no experience, and no clue what

a Slave actually was, but her mind led her to the exact place she needed

to be. I'll gladly confess that I was in awe of this woman.

I pulled out and cleaned off myself, then her, and this time I

remembered to reattach the crotch of my pants. I unfastened her feet

first, to see how steady she was. When I saw she could stand on her own,

I unfastened her hands and reattached them at the sides of the belt. She

stood up as straight as her waist attachment to the other rail would

allow, looked me in the eyes, and silently mouthed "Thank you." I held

her gaze, reached out to caress a breast, and said, "No, thank you."

After just being punished, read the riot act, and promised a severe

whipping for willfully breaking the rules, she had the balls to do it

again. I've already said I was in awe of her, what can I add?

I released her belt from the bar, asked her if she needed a toilet

break, and she said she did. I then told her that I wanted her to wait a

half hour, and hold the semen I had spilled in her ass for awhile. Then

I asked her if she wanted some water, knowing she couldn't use the

toilet for a half hour, and she said she did. So off we went for a

drink, using the nipple/anus steering technique. That seemed to please

her.

After she took 4 loads of water from the penis faucet without spilling a

drop, I took her over to the learning/punishment machine. I told her

that eventually she would give me reason to put her in this machine as

punishment for a period of hours, or even overnight. But right now, I

wanted her to experience it for just a few minutes, so she would know

what it was like. I put her behind the panel at the front of the

machine, and turned her to face it, the wall to her back. I attached her

ankles to rings in the floor with enough slack for her to take a step in

any direction, then attached electrodes snugly around her ankles after

coating them with conductive grease, and plugged the electrode cables

into jacks on the panel. The next step was to lower a harness, suspended

by cables from the ceiling, and attach it around and over her shoulders

and under her armpits. The harness cables had enough slack to let her

move a little bit forward and backward or side to side. I told her it

was just there to provide support if she was temporarily unable to

support herself by her legs.

Then I positioned the panel so that it seemed to be at the right height

and moved it closer until it almost touched her breasts. The panel had

some lights on it and two holes at the height and separation of her

breasts. The outside of each hole had a metallic ring around it, that

continued into the hole and covered the holes' edges. I pointed out to

her that there was a round target inside each hole, about an inch and a

half behind the hole, and told her that a slight pressure on this target

would move it back and close a switch. I flipped a few switches on the

other side of the panel to put the machine into test mode, then told her

to put her left breast into the left hole and try to contact the target.

I could tell she was getting apprehensive, but she followed my

instructions.

She couldn't touch the target, because her breasts, being large, were

not pointed at the nipples but were more rounded. She couldn't push

enough of the breast into the hole to hit the target. I had planned for

this, and pulled out a pair of what looked like leg warmers for breasts,

from a drawer on the panel. They slipped over the breasts but left the

aureoles and nipples exposed. They were also elasticized, so they

squeezed the breasts into a more conical shape and forced them to extend

from the chest more or less horizontally. They had straps which allowed

them to be attached to the harness, and tightened or loosened to raise

or lower the breasts. They made her breasts look ridiculous, but they

worked. Now, after I repositioned the panel slightly, she could activate

each target with the corresponding breast, lighting the light over the

hole each time she contacted a target.

I then told her that, in order for the machine to function as designed

when the Slave was wearing boob warmers, electrodes had to be placed

under each one, at the sides of each breast. This really made her

nervous, but I went ahead and greased up the electrodes, slipped them

under the elastic at the required locations, then plugged them into the

panel. Finally, I smeared a dab of the grease over the nipple region of

each of her breasts.

Then I explained to her what was going to happen. At random intervals,

on an average of every 30 seconds, the top light of the vertical row of

lights would come on, then 1 second later the next light down would come

on, then in 1 more second the third light would come on, then 1 second

after that the fourth and last light would come on. The top 2 lights are

green, the third light is yellow, and the bottom light is red.

Simultaneously with the top light coming on, the light above one of the

holes would come on. In the interval between the time the light over the

selected hole came on, but before the bottom red light came on, the

Slave must press the target in the indicated hole with the corresponding

breast.

When the switch on the target is closed, the Slave receives a mild but

very annoying electrical shock to the breast. In case the Slave doesn't

want to experience that shock, here's what happens if the Slave does not

press the correct target. When the bottom red light comes on, a much

more severe shock, strong enough to cause muscle contractions and

serious pain, is delivered through the electrodes attached to the

Slave's ankles. The Slave will feel the shock over the length of each

leg and into the groin area. This will be most unpleasant.

I told her to nod if she understood, and she weakly nodded. I told her

to nod if she was ready to try it, and she did not nod. I flipped some

switches and said "Guess what? It's on. Watch the lights." After some

seconds the first light and the light over the left hole came on. She

immediately made a move toward the left hole, but then froze for an

instant. Finally, just as the yellow light came on, she poked her left

breast through the left hole. Simultaneously, all the lights went out

and she gave a sharp yelp. I looked at the counters on the back of the

panel to see that the machine had recorded one success. I looked back at

her and saw that she was not happy.

I just stood and watched. Soon the sequence began again, this time the

right hole was chosen. Usually the trials alternate between holes, but

occasionally the same hole would be selected for two or three trials in

a row. Again she instantly went for the hole, but then froze. This time

she recovered sooner and got to the target before the yellow light came

on. Again all of the lights went off, she yelped, and the counters

correctly recorded a success.

After a few more trials, she figured it out - she had to to press the

target and zap her breast, why not do it immediately and get it over

with?

While waiting for the next sequence I gave her additional details, which

she really didn't need to know. I told her that, with her continued

success in avoiding the leg shock, the machine would start picking

longer and longer times between trials, hoping her attention would drift

and she would screw up. Conversely, if she was getting leg shocks, the

trial periods would get shorter to make her pay closer attention. Then I

told her this strategy only comes into play if the Slave is in the

machine for hours, especially overnight when the Slave is tired and

would rather be in bed asleep. I had disabled this feature for now,

since she would only be in the machine for a matter of minutes.

I watched her for a few more trials, and she was having no problems, but

she was still yelping. Then I told her that I wanted her to

intentionally fail the next trial, because she needed to know what the

stronger shock was like and because I wanted to be watching her when she

got the first one. It wasn't that I wanted to see her in pain, I had to

know that she could recover from one severe shock in time to avoid the

next one. Otherwise, she might hang here helplessly, getting badly

shocked over and over. That could not be allowed, and in fact the room

computer would shut down the machine for a few minutes after two severe

shocks in a row. But it would be better for her training if that

situation never arose. She gave me a pitiful, pleading look, but I said

"Do it."

The cycle started, and she let it run to its finish as ordered. While

she was waiting, I could see her trying to steel herself for she knew

not what. When the yellow light came on, she took a deep breath. It

wasn't pleasant to watch. The shock didn't last long enough to cause her

to thrash around, but it knocked her legs out from under her so that she

hung from the harness. She exhaled sharply but didn't make a sound, I

don't think she could at first. She seemed to stop breathing for a few

seconds, then began panting in shallow breaths. I noticed that she had

discharged some urine on the floor. I didn't look at the remote

readouts, because I didn't want to know how much pain she was

experiencing. Also, I knew the remote would have chirped if she was in

trouble.

Finally she regained her footing, and was just becoming aware of her

surroundings when the next trial started. Although she was still dazed,

she dove for the hole that had its light on. No yelp this time, she

couldn't spare the energy yet. But no way was she going to fail another

trial, no matter how unpleasant the breast shocks were.

I watched a few more trials until she seemed back to normal, she was

again making a noise of one kind or another each time she got shocked. I

took a ball gag out of the drawer. Walking to her side, I told her to

open wide, put the ball gag in her mouth, and fastened it snugly. That

was the first time she had been gagged, it wouldn't be the last. I

patted her on the ass, said "The Master knows his Slave is getting

shocked, no need for the Slave to inform the Master each time. Does the

Slave think 15 minutes more is long enough for it to become familiar

with the machine?" She started to shake her head No, of course she

didn't want 15 more minutes of this. But she was smart enough to realize

that a No answer would get her more than 15 additional minutes, so she

reluctantly shook her head Yes, and I walked away. I went back to the

Master's enclave at the other end of the room, to use the toilet, grab a

bite to eat, and rest for awhile. I was still feeling the effects of

that last fuck.

When her time was up, I strolled back down and watched her for a few

more trials. Then I flipped a switch on the back of the panel, and told

her she could relax, it was turned off. She looked relieved. I checked

the counters and told her that she had passed 41 trials, and only failed

the one. I took out the ball gag and asked her what the machine teaches.

She thought for awhile, and replied that it teaches that a Slave cannot

avoid pain, but it can minimize the amount of pain it receives. I told

her she just moved to the head of the class, then extracted her from the

machine. I asked if she would like to keep the boob warmers on, since

they made her breasts look so attractive. She indicated strongly that

she did not, so I removed them and all of the electrodes, then wiped off

the grease from her breasts and ankles.

She looked very relieved to be finished with the machine. I was sure

that threats of bringing her back here would be an effective means of

control, should the need arise. It was also a threat I knew I was

willing to carry out, unlike the threat of shaving her head.

Being sure to first put away the cloth I had used to clean off the

grease, I said "If the Slave will look down, I believe it will see that

it has lost something." She looked down, then looked at me, puzzled. I

said, "When the Slave failed the one trial, the Slave deposited a small

puddle of piss on the floor. It is still there, clean it up." She

waited, sure that more details would be coming - like how she was

supposed to do that with her hands bound. I said, "If the Slave thinks

about it, the Slave will know what to do. Get down there and clean up

your mess."

She thought for a few seconds, then I knew by the look on her face she

had figured it out. She knelt and paused for a few more seconds, then

sighed sharply and slowly bent down to lick up the urine. With her head

hovering over the puddle, she couldn't bring herself to do it at first.

I was worried she would try to refuse if I let her think about it any

more, so I said, "Perhaps the Slave would prefer being put back in the

machine for a few hours." She sighed again, then licked up the urine.

When she brought her head up again, she had an expression like she had

just ... well, tasted urine for the first time. But the floor was clean.

I said, "See, that wasn't so bad, now I know how we'll keep the whole

room clean." She scowled and didn't look at me. I said, "Let's get the

Slave over to the toilet before it makes another mess."

Surprisingly, she declined my offer of more of water. I was sure she

would want it, to get the urine taste out of her mouth. I decided to

give her another enema before putting her over the bowl, and she

performed as expected during the enema and commode procedures. But I

noticed that she never looked over at the observation room one-way

mirror while she was spread and hanging over the bowl, even though I

caught her several times sneaking glances as we walked by that area.

As usual, I played with her breasts, nipples, and pussy while standing

beside her, during the time I was forcing her to hold the enema in her

body. Noticing how cool her skin felt, I remembered that I was supposed

to be finding the right room temperature for her mild discomfort. I

looked at her body and did not see any goose flesh or shivering, so I

asked her if she thought it was too cold in the room. She replied that

she was cold, but if this was the temperature the Master chose for the

room, it was the right temperature for the Slave. I was stunned to hear

such a perfect response on her first day of training. What was it with

this woman? Her brain must be working at warp speed in there, constantly

asking, "What would a perfect slave do? What would a perfect Slave say?"

As a reward, I used the remote to program a slow 2 degree rise in the

room temperature.

After extracting her from the commode apparatus and letting her use the

bidet, I said "Guess what, time to fuck." She smiled. I steered her back

to the bars, and attached her like the last time. With her head up and

looking at me in the mirror, my hands caressing her ass and thighs, I

gave her a long-winded story, leading up to revealing the dildo to her.

I said that it must have crossed her mind that I wouldn't actually be

able to fuck her 10 or 12 times a day, every day, by myself, that I was

a man of average sexual potency, not a stud horse. She looked alarmed,

she probably thought I was about to introduce a special guest fucker, or

maybe a stud horse, I don't know. I went on to say that I wanted to give

her her at least the first and last fuck of the day, and I didn't want

to take a chance on not being able to perform then.

When I pulled out the dildo and showed it to her, she actually looked

relieved, it must have been a better substitute than she was expecting.

I told her that as far as she was concerned, she was being fucked by her

Master, that in fact her Master would be wielding the dildo, so it was

really just an extension of the Master. I asked her if that made sense

to her, and she rapidly nodded yes and smiled at me. What had I been

worried about? But it remained to be seen if she would come. I still

wanted her to get a few more in a row under her belt if she could, so

there was less chance of her becoming discouraged or confused. Only one

way to find out.

Following the usual procedure, I stepped off the the side and showed her

the flogger in the mirror. She prepared herself, and I whipped her. It

left her crying, but not as much as before. I checked her ass and thighs

carefully to see if I could detect any cumulative damage so far, but

there was nothing visible except the usual rosy glow I strived so hard

for. Just like before I started with the fingers, first one then two.

She was making good progress on the fingers, so I kept it up a little

longer than before. The more aroused I could get her with the prep work,

the better. After a few more minutes, arousal seemed to have flattened

out, so I phased in my alter ego. Lubing it up liberally, I started

applying pressure to the sphincter, but it remained constricted. I told

her to relax her ass hole, everything was going to be fine, I was right

here controlling the action. Finally I got the dildo into her and began

slow, rhythmic strokes. I checked the readout and saw that we had lost a

little ground on the arousal meter, but it was starting to rise again.

Good. Slow and steady, give the lady a good ride until she's ready to

get off.

After a few minutes I began the technique I had discovered the last

time, caressing her skin. I only had one hand free this time, but also I

could now cover all of her buttocks and the back of her thighs, because

I wasn't in the way. Technically this was wrong, the book says that

these sessions should be a lot more like impersonal, "bam bam, thankya

ma'am" sex than loving and caressing sex. My answer was that I was doing

what the situation required, screw the book. Once we enabled her to

understand and begin controlling her power over her pleasure, we could

consider a shift to a more clinical method. I thought I now knew why she

came here, and that we had a responsibility to give her what she came

for, even if she wasn't able to describe it to us. Anyway, a check of

the readout showed that she was almost there. That was OK, I had all

day. A lot of people would pay just to see pictures of this naked body,

and here I am, it's my job to look at it, play with it, and fuck it. I

speeded up, and whaddya know, a chirp and an ORGASM IMMINENT, followed

about 10 seconds later by ORGASM and a lot of shuddering and gasping

from up front. I was so happy and proud of her, I could have kissed her.

I kept it up, increasing the speed a little more. After some minutes the

readout chirped ORGASM IMMINENT again. I sped up a little more, and

tried to lengthen the stroke without accidentally pulling out. I kept at

it for a few minutes, but I was starting to think she wasn't going to

get another one. That wouldn't be the end of the world, but I wanted it

for her. I met her gaze in the mirror, saw the fatigue on her face, and

was afraid she would give up soon. I said "You are very, very close.

It's yours, your Master wants you to have it, just reach out and take

it. Relax, trust your Master, and give him what he wants." That did it,

she came again.

She lowered her head, obviously exhausted. I stopped, cleaned her and

the dildo, and released her from the rails. She was shaky, but able to

stand by herself. She had beads of perspiration on her forehead and

upper lip, and I patted them dry with my handkerchief.

She was standing in front of me, and I said, "Well, we're about halfway

through the Slave's first day of training, and the Slave has had six

merely huge orgasms, and one orgasm so intense it fainted. Is the

training meeting the Slave's expectations?" Looking at her face, I could

see it coming, and after a few seconds she stepped forward, pressed her

body against mine, laid her head on my chest, and started crying.

She stood there for 5 minutes, sobbing her eyes out. I held her in my

arms, wishing I hadn't reattached her wrists to the belt so she could

put her arms around me. Finally the tears seemed to dry up, and I

offered to help her blow her nose on my handkerchief, which she did.

Then I wiped the tears from her face and breasts. When she had calmed

down, I looked in her red eyes, smiled, and said, "Wasn't the Slave told

'No sobbing'?" She grinned, and I told her she could speak if she

wished. She said, "Master, this Slave had no idea fucking could be like

this, Master. ... Master, this Slave is as happy as it is possible to

be, Master." Running my fingers lightly over her wet pussy, I said,

"You'd better not be, you're still weeks away from the good stuff." She

laughed, then resumed the Waiting Pose, but she kept smiling.