When I had cleaned the rubber, she told me that she had planned a

banquet at the end of our session. The glass she would empty all of my

filled rubbers into would become my banquet meal. She said not to worry

if I generated more than one glassful, she had plenty of glasses.

She told me to tell her how I felt. I told her in formal speech that I

was very tired and sore, but eager to continue my training. She actually

looked at me tenderly for a second, but then got back into her

character. She said I knew all the right answers, and kissed me. Then

she turned the rubber inside out again, and retaped it to my cock.

After extracting me from the bed, she steered me to the rails. She said

this was one of her favorite training exercises, and she hoped I liked

it as well. When I was attached properly to the rails and the floor, she

pulled the vibrator out of my ass, and came around to my head and held

it out for me to clean off. I took it into my mouth and cleaned it

thoroughly. She patted me on the head and told me I was a good Slave.

Then she went to get the flog I had used on her so many times.

Standing behind me, she showed me the flog in the mirror, then started

flogging my ass and thighs. I had never been flogged before, and I

wasn't ready for the level of pain it caused. While the crop caused a

very sharp pain at a specific location, the flog caused an accumulation

of pain over a wider area. The pain kept building each time the flog

struck the same area again. After awhile, it was more than a person

could bottle up. It had to get out, first as tears, then as groans, then

as some sort of vocalization. In order to avoid speaking, I chose to

scream. The first time I did that, she paused momentarily, but then she

assessed the evenness of coloration she had put on me, and touched up a

few areas. At last she dropped the flog, and immediately put the

vibrator back in my ass and switched it on.

She told me I had permission to come this time, but it was my Mistress'

wish that her Slave delay his orgasm as long as possible. I smiled at

her and nodded my head. She stood behind me and lightly caressed my ass

and thighs. She asked me if that made the pain feel less, and I nodded.

I silently mouthed "Thank you." She smiled and said she should punish me

for such impertinence, but she found my manner charming, so she would

grant me some leeway. I smiled at her again.

After about ten minutes she told me that she was satisfied with my

obedience in holding off my orgasm, and I could come any time I wanted

to. I immediately came, and she patted me on the ass and told me I was a

good Fuck Toy. After another minute she switched off the vibrator,

pulled it out, and again presented it to me for cleaning. I cleaned it

thoroughly, and smiled at her when she pulled it out of my mouth. She

bent down and French kissed me, then released my wrists and belt from

the rails and my ankles from the floor.

She guided me over to the edge of the Master's area and removed my

rubber. Again she went through the procedure of squeezing it into the

glass, then inverting it and presenting it to me to get every last drop

of cum. Then she inverted it again and reinstalled it on me. She asked

me if I needed to use the toilet or get a drink. I shook my head, and

she said there was something else down in that area she wanted to show

me. It was called the teaching machine.

I took a deep breath, and she guided me to the machine. She expertly

installed me and applied the ankle electrodes. Then she greased the

cutouts and my chest area. She said she believed I understood the

operation, so she switched on the Test mode, had me try each breast,

then switched to Operate mode when the test was successful. I was

nervous while waiting for the first trial to start. When the lights came

on, I immediately activated the correct switch, and it felt like someone

had struck my nipple area with a ruler. It was a short, sharp pain,

nothing like a shock. I made some sort of sound when it happened, I now

understood why it was impossible for Carrie to keep quiet when she got a

shock.

After a few more trials, I knew I could do this for a long time. It was

just long seconds of waiting followed by one second of pain. All you had

to do was pay attention. Then I began to think that somewhere down the

road she was going to command me to fail a trial. That still scared me,

but I tried not to obsess over it. Then finally it happened. After the

12th trial, she moved to change the nominal delay time. I cleared my

throat, and she looked at me. After thinking a moment, she asked if I

wanted her to leave the delay at 30. I nodded. She smiled, then went to

get her camera. She filmed me through one more trial, then told me to

fail the next trial. When it started, I took a deep breath and tried to

get ready for it. That turned out not to be possible. When the shock

hit, my legs moved before I felt anything. My first sensation was

hanging from the support harness. Then the pain spread like fire up my

legs and into my crotch. I felt fire in my dick, and I thought I had

either cum painfully of peed painfully, but it turned out to be just

pain. I never lost consciousness or felt disoriented, it was just a

matter of shaking off the pain and getting back on my feet. When the

next trial started, I responded slower than usual, but I still got the

shock on the second green light.

I looked at Carrie, and she was smiling at me. She said I was doing

great, and she would see me in a half hour. Then she turned off the

camera and walked up toward the Master's area. I almost missed the next

trial while I was watching that ass in those hot pants.

She was back in about 15 minutes. She switched off the machine and told

me I had passed 48 trials and failed 1. While extracting me from the

machine, she handled my rubber-clad, limp cock. she said, "I see my

little Fuck toy wasn't excited by the machine. But did it learn

anything? Respond."

I replied what we both knew was the right answer, "Mistress Carrie, your

Fuck Toy learned that a Slave cannot avoid pain, but it can minimize the

pain by obeying its Mistress, Mistress Carrie." she said I had done

well, and would be allowed to kiss my Mistress now. I moved toward her

lips, but she pushed me back.

She said, "A Slave never presumes to kiss its Mistress on the mouth. On

your knees, Fuck Toy, and collect the kiss you have earned, before your

Mistress changes her mind." I knelt and gave her pussy a long,

passionate kiss. I ended by sucking her clit as I pulled my mouth away.

She said I was pretty good at that, I had given her several ideas, but

we had other matters to attend to first. It was time for the Slave's

first training meal.

She attached my wrists behind my back, and jammed a dildo up my ass. She

said steering me by my tits was no fun, because I was so flat-chested.

The dildo would allow her to steer me as well and start and stop me,

with one control. She demonstrated, making me walk forward by pushing in

on the dildo, turning me right by twisting the dildo to the left, and

vice versa to turn me left. She said when I felt no pressure on my ass,

I was to stop. Using the new method, she steered me toward the Master's

area at the far end of the room. By the time we reached it, she had me

moving at a near trot.

At the edge of the Master's area she let go of the dildo and I stopped.

She took me by the arm and led me onto the rug. On the table I saw the

remains of the meal she had eaten while I was in the machine. It

reminded me that I was very hungry. She turned me around facing down the

room, and had me assume the Learning Pose. She struck me on the inside

of my thigh, and said I was slacking off, to open my knees wider. I

strained to comply with her wishes. She said she would now feed me

through a hose shoved down my throat. She asked me if I had ever been

fed like that, and I shook my head. She said she had a shortcut training

method to help me learn to accept the hose. She would fuck my mouth with

a dildo until I learned to deep throat it for about a minute. When I

could do that, I could eat. She told me to nod if I understood, and I

nodded. She told me to open my mouth wide, tilt my head back, and stay

that way until I was told differently. I immediately tilted my head

until I was looking up at the ceiling, and opened my mouth wide.

She reached down and pulled the dildo out of my ass. She then pushed it

into my mouth, and said she would allow me to clean it off before we

began training. Keeping my mouth wide open as she had commanded, I

cleaned the dildo with my tongue. When she was satisfied with my

efforts, she told me to take a deep breath, then shoved the dildo down

my throat. When I felt it going past my uvula, I swallowed it. I

immediately started gagging, but tried to control my stomach muscles and

suppress the gagging. I couldn't do it the first time, and I felt like I

was about to vomit. She immediately pulled the dildo out, and I gasped

for air and control. She hit me across the chest with the crop, and said

I would have to do better, I sucked at sucking cock. She also told me to

take several deep breaths before swallowing the dildo, so she could

leave it in longer. She told me I would learn to control myself quickly,

or else I would be taken to the punishment area for a different kind of

lesson.

I failed her again on the second try, and got another crop mark on my

chest. On the third try I was able to swallow the dildo without gagging,

but I soon ran out of air. She wouldn't remove the dildo, and I broke my

pose by moving my legs and trying to get out from under the dildo. She

pulled it out, then gave me 5 or 6 blows across my back with the crop.

She said I had committed a major infraction by breaking my pose, and had

earned a day's-end punishment before bed tonight. She told me if there

was any more nonsense over this dildo training, I would spend the night

in the learning machine instead of in bed. She had me take a half dozen

deep breaths, then jammed the dildo down my throat. When she finally

pulled it out, she said I had held it for 75 seconds, good enough for

feeding.

She asked me if I would prefer mushroom or tomato soup for my dinner. I

replied that whatever my Mistress chose would be best for the slave. She

gave me a peck on the cheek, and said it would be mushroom. She diluted

and microwaved the soup, then assembled the feeding apparatus while it

cooled. She positioned the movie camera on the table pointing at me, and

turned it on. When the hose was down my throat, she poured the whole

bowl of soup into the funnel, instead of the 1-cup portions I had fed

her. I could see the liquid in the hose, and I kept waiting for the top

of the column of soup to appear in front of my face. It was draining

slowly, and I was running out of air. Finally I saw the last of the soup

enter my mouth, and a few seconds later Carrie pulled the hose out of my

throat. Still trying to hold the commanded pose with my mouth wide open

and my head tilted back, I gasped for air. She covered my mouth with

hers and stuck her tongue down my throat, though not as far as the hose

had been. I kept trying to catch my breath through my nose, while

responding to her tongue with my own.

She had me stand in the Waiting Pose, and asked me if I was still

hungry. Actually I felt stuffed, except I was missing the satisfaction

of having eaten. I shook my head, and she said I could thank her for the

meal. I said, "Mistress Carrie, your Fuck Toy is very grateful for being

fed by its Mistress, Mistress Carrie." She turned off the camera, then

said it was time to prove I was as good as my name, and removed my

rubber. I assumed she was going to put on another one, but she quickly

slipped the cock ring over the end of my dick and deftly slid it all the

way to the base of my shaft. She knelt and began tonguing me, and in

only a few seconds I was rock hard and in pain. She slipped a new rubber

on my dick and taped it all around my cock at the base, saying we didn't

want to lose anything. Ramming the dildo back up my ass, she steered me

to the punishment area. When I saw where we were going, I tried to slow

down, but she rammed the dildo in harder and told me to walk fast, it

wasn't time yet for my punishment, and she was getting horny. At the

punishment platform, she first aimed and started her camera, then

secured my ankles and collar to the floor, with my legs spread wide. She

showed me that she had lots of rubbers and tape. She said I was going to

have the opportunity to please my Mistress sexually for as long as I

wanted to, and if I was the good Slave I claimed I wanted to be, we

would be at this for hours. She pointed out again that she had plenty of

rubbers, and that everything would be caught and saved for my banquet

feast later.

She took off her pants, and straddled my waist. Kneeling, she guided my

sheathed cock into her pussy, then she stretched out on top of me. She

slid down to maximize the contact with her clit, then raised up on her

elbows. She said her Fuck Toy had permission to stimulate her nipples

while fucking his mistress. I began doing both, the way I knew she

loved. When I had the desired grasp on her nipples, she lowered herself

slightly, to relax and rest more weight on me. She could tell that I was

still able to stimulate her the way she liked, and we smiled at each

other in an silent understanding of how often we had done this together,

and how much we both loved it. After a few minutes, she said, "Fuck Toy,

I think you're a keeper. I plan to make you my personal Slave." I smiled

at her and kept working. Of course, we both knew that while she was

enjoying extreme pleasure, I was experiencing pain mixed with pleasure.

That was the Slave's lot.

She soon began having frequent orgasms. She wore an angelic smile, and I

thought she would soon slip out of her stern Mistress role. But each

time she seemed about to slip, she caught herself and told me I was

doing well, to keep it up. Of course I had no choice but to "keep it

up." That was a cruel joke shared between us. After 10 or 15 minutes, I

felt an orgasm starting. The buildup seemed to take forever, then it hit

me like a lightning bolt. There wasn't the searing pain I had

experienced when I wore the ring and the ball clamp. It hurt, but mostly

it felt like an intense orgasm. I smiled at her, and again silently

mouthed "Thank you." She smiled back, then very businesslike she sat up,

dismounted, and masturbated me for a few seconds to get all the cum I

could produce. Then she carefully removed the rubber and tied a knot in

its end.

Using her fingers, she wiped my cock clean of cum, and then had me lick

her fingers clean. She carefully put a new rubber on my still-erect

cock, taped it in place, and we started the whole thing again. Once I

was pumping her and tweaking her nipples again, she started coming

continuously. Struggling to maintain her stern Mistress role in the

throes of passion, she said some pretty cruel things. At one point she

said it was too bad I couldn't feel the pleasure I was giving her, but

if I had wanted to feel only pleasure and no pain, I wouldn't be here

begging to be trained as a pain slut. She saw the hurt in my eyes, and

told me to say what was on my mind, using only one sentence of informal

speech. I said that her words hurt me more than the crop and the cock

ring, but that whatever pain she wanted me to endure, it was worth it to

be with her. She melted then, and a tear formed in her eye. She told me

to shut up and concentrate on pleasing my Mistress.

I have no idea how long we fucked. Since she had told me that she

wouldn't keep the ring on me for more than an hour, I assume it wasn't

much longer than that. When she finally stopped, she had 5 full rubbers

to add to her collection. That was 5 rubbers I would soon have to clean

for her. After putting her pants back on, she released me from the

floor, and took me by the arm to the shower.

I dreaded the cold shower, but longed to have the ring removed. She

strapped me into the shower and hit me with the ice cold water. The

water down here seemed much colder than upstairs, I wondered if it was

actually chilled. My cock soon shrank enough for her to remove the ring.

While spraying my body with the cold water, she had me kiss the ring and

beg her to put it on me again at the earliest opportunity. She soaped my

body all over, then hit me with the cold water again. When I was rinsed

off, she removed me from the shower and reattached my wrists behind my

back. Without drying me off, she put me on the toilet and watched while

I eliminated my waste, then put me on the bidet. As soon as I finished

and stood up, she shoved the dildo up my ass. She directed me to drink a

glass of water, 4 discharges. I didn't spill any water this time, and

she patted me on the ass and congratulated me.

She said it was almost bedtime, there was only one more thing to do

first. I immediately started shaking, more from fear than from still

being wet. She steered me back over to the punishment area and bound me,

standing and spread-eagled, between two columns. She re-aimed and

started her camera, then said I already knew this, but she wanted to

tell me anyway. I would be flogged all over, front and back, from my

shoulders to my knees. Then she would apply an additional punishment

with the crop, and she had not yet decided what that would be. She went

to get our favorite crop. When she returned, she also had the cock and

ball cage she had said she would never use on me. She said this device

had a use after all, to protect my cock and balls while I was being

flogged. She put it on me and strapped it down tight, commenting that

she hoped I wouldn't get excited by my flogging. I didn't think there

was much chance of that.

She started at my back, shoulder high. Before she reached my waist, I

was crying continuously. I started getting vocal, and she told me to

shut up and not to sob, or it would only get worse. I cried silently. By

the time she reached my ass, which had already been flogged once only a

few hours ago, my moans turned to cries and occasional screams. She

pause long enough to get the ball gag from the learning machine and put

it on me. That didn't keep me from making noise, there was no way I

could have stopped at that point.

She finally reached my knee joints on the back of my legs, and announced

that she was half finished with the flogging. I hung my head in despair.

I didn't know how I would stand as much additional pain as I was already

feeling. Then it occurred to me that I had given up my choice, there was

no action possible now except to endure whatever she did to me. That

idea, plus remembering that I was doing this because she wanted me to

and because I loved her, helped me get through the rest of the torture.

I stood up straight, and stopped making noise. I couldn't stop the tears

and the occasional scream, but I took the second half much better than I

had taken the first half.

When she finished the flogging, she stood an looked at me for some time.

I looked at her, and she was sweating from the exertion. She removed the

ball gag and the cock and ball cage, then said that her Slave seemed to

have found a path to submission during the flogging, in spite of the

tremendous pain. She thought a great lesson had been learned by the

Slave, and she would forego the remainder of the punishment. After

unstrapping me from the columns and reattaching my wrists behind my

back, she slowly and carefully pushed the dildo back into my ass.

She asked me if I would like another cold shower to ease the pain. I

knew she wanted a head shake answer, but I pretended she had given me

permission to respond. In a soft voice, I said, "Mistress Carrie, the

punishment was supposed to cause pain, and your Slave will deal with the

pain without pain killers, Mistress Carrie." She didn't want to touch me

and cause me more pain, but she came very close to me and gave me a

deep, passionate kiss. When she broke away, our eyes met and we smiled

in mutual understanding. She said this experience was surpassing her

wildest hopes. Then she resumed her stern Mistress character and asked

me if I needed to use the toilet or wanted water. I shook my head, and

she guided me back to the bed.

After backing me up to the bed and attaching my ankles, belt, and head

strap, she stood back and told me to watch her strip for me. There

wasn't much to strip, but I smiled at the pleasure of being able to view

her naked body again. She rotated the bed and finished strapping me in.

Remembering the dildo still in my ass, she asked if I wanted it removed.

I silently mouthed "No," and she smiled at me. She took my immobile face

in her hands and told me she loved me very much. I told her I loved her,

too. She laughed, and said she guessed she had better put me under

informal speech for the rest of the night, because she didn't want to

hit me again with the crop. She said because our time was so short, she

could only allow us 5 hours sleep. I told her that was fine, we would be

able to sleep all morning Sunday. She stood on tiptoe and put a breast

up to my mouth. She said her nipples had ached for my kiss all day. I

tenderly kissed her and stimulated her nipple briefly with my tongue.

She sighed, and then presented her other breast for the same treatment.

She asked me if I wanted the ass support, and I said I wanted to

experience the bed without it this time. She gave me a questioning look

when I said "this time," but I told her she shouldn't read anything into

that choice of words.

She said she would like very much to fuck me before she put a rubber

back on my cock. I said I would like that. She partially rotated the bed

back toward the vertical, until I was positioned properly for her pussy.

She got me hard in only a few seconds with her mouth, then guided me

into her pussy. Very tenderly and lovingly, she did all the work, and

took me slowly to a crashing orgasm. She then cleaned me thoroughly with

her mouth. As she was tilting the bed back to the horizontal, she

grinned and said that was one batch of cum I wouldn't get to drink. She

put a fresh rubber on my cock and taped it, then told me goodnight and

dimmed the lights. She used the Master's toilet, then went to sleep on

the couch. It took me a long time to find sleep, but I think I got a few

hours before she woke me for the morning activities.