“On your knees, dear,” said Governess, and Ada knelt on the hard floor with a straight back and attentive posture.

“Throat training can be tricky,” said Governess to Miss Harris, who was learning to be a governess herself. “It takes a lot of patience and dedication.”

Ada looked down in front of her as she had been taught to do, fearful of what was to come. She had been given nothing but water this morning, which had made her wonder what was in store for her. She had been led to the training room wearing a robe and it had been removed once the Attendant led her in. She was accustomed to being naked in front of others but still found it shameful.

“Open your mouth, Bottom Ada,” said Governess, and Ada complied, opening as wide as if she were at the dentist. Governess reached a long bony finger down her throat. “Breathe deeply and slowly and try your best not to gag,” she instructed as she gently probed the sides of Ada’s throat. Ada was able to comply for about thirty seconds before she lost control and felt her stomach wretch. She understood why she had not been fed.

“Well well,” said Governess to Miss Harris, “We have a sensitive one here. We’re going to have to give her some alternate focal points before we proceed.”

“Anal?” asked Miss Harris, and Governess nodded. Ada continued to look down, but could see Miss Harris lubing a large butt plug with what appeared to be a mentholated rub. Ada shuddered.

“Lean forward, bottom in the air, elbows and forehead on the floor,” commanded Governess, and Ada complied. She could feel the intruder being worked in. Governess was gentle, pushing in softly, allowing Ada to adjust, and then proceeding slowly with insertion, bit by bit.

“This is one step that takes patience,” Governess instructed Miss Harris. “Of course it would save time to just shove it in, but it’s better to allow the bottom to relax into it, to trust the plug, to fully open for it.”

“What if it simply won’t fit?” asked Miss Harris.

“Then we refer for intensive anal training,” said Governess. “This one hasn’t had it yet, but she’s on the schedule for next week. She’ll be able to take this, though – we’ve been plugging her daily and fortunately her anus is a bit more receptive than her throat.”

Ada could feel the menthol working on her poor stretched asshole and she noticed she was perspiring lightly. She closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing, trying her best to submit to all that was being asked of her. Just when her anus felt stretched to a point she couldn’t handle, it closed around the base of the plug. She inhaled sharply from the pain and shock, and then felt a sense of relief.

“That’s a good girl. Back to kneeling at attention,” said Governess, giving her a gentle smack on her bottom, and Ada pushed herself back into an alert kneeling position. She felt consumed by the fire in her backside. She felt she couldn’t bear it. She wanted to beg to have the plug with its terrible greasy menthol removed.

“Open wide,” said Governess, and this time it was not her fingers but a dildo that she gently eased into Ada’s mouth and began sliding down her throat.

“You don’t lubricate?” asked Miss Harris.

“Wouldn’t be logical,” said Governess. “It’s not as if the men she’s going to be servicing are going to lubricate themselves to make the job easier for her.” Both women chuckled.

Ada was trying her best to handle the cool plastic pressing into her throat. Her eyes watered. She breathed through her nose. Her anus throbbed around the plug.

“We’re not stretching her throat,” said Governess, “only teaching it to be less sensitive. It’s already wide enough to accommodate even a large member.” Miss Harris nodded, taking it all in.

Ada gagged. Governess shook her head disapprovingly. “All right, for some Bottoms the anal torment is enough of a distraction to allow good throat penetration, but I can see this one needs a little something special.”

“The nipples, Governess?” asked Miss Harris, and Governess nodded. “You affix them while I try again.”

Again came the insistent plastic. Ada’s jaw was beginning to ache from being held open. Her knees hurt and her body felt tired from being at attention. She would try harder this time, she told herself. Then she felt the cruel clamp bite down on her right nipple. She whimpered a little but the dildo muffled the sound. She felt it probe further into her throat and willed herself to take it. A shooting pain in her left nipple as Miss Harris affixed the second clamp.

Miss Harris was of the mindset that more pain meant more obedience, and had not been sparing when she fixed the clamps on a very tight setting. She gave a little squeeze over the clamp with her fingers just for good measure. Ada moaned.

“She’s doing better,” said Governess. “Bottom Ada, I’m going to start to slowly penetrate your throat. The in and out motion is very challenging to accommodate, but I want you to stay focused.”

Ada felt dizzy, like she might pass out. Between the pain in her anus and nipples, her fatigue at kneeling so straight, and the supreme effort of relaxing her throat even with this terrible invasion, she would have begged for mercy if not thoroughly gagged by the dildo fucking her throat.

It went on for what seemed like an endless amount of time. When Governess at last removed the dildo, Ada was flooded with relief, but much to her dismay, Governess was only to repeat the scenario with a larger sized dildo. Ada fought back tears.

Suddenly, it was over. Governess took the dildo out of her mouth, Miss Harris removed the nipple clamps (awakening a new world of pain), and an attendant pulled out the butt plug with a popping sound and wiped Ada’s backside with a cloth before leading her to a couch and instructing her to sit.

“Now Bottom Ada, why is throat training important here at the Community?”

“So that I might be of maximum service, Governess?” asked Ada.

“Very good,” said Governess. “You need a lot more practice before you’ll be skilled enough to serve any of the Masters. But we do allow our male Bottoms to be serviced on occasion and our Attendants are provided with regular servicing.”

“Yes Governess,” said Ada.

“Miss Harris,” said Governess, “Please schedule for us to have approximately ten more training sessions just like this one with Bottom Ada. Following that, I’d like her to service at least two men daily for the next three months. Start with the men with smaller endowments and we’ll work up to the larger ones.”

“Certainly Governess,” said Miss Harris.

“Ada,” said Governess, “When it’s time for you to service a man, you’ll be brought to a room like this and expected to kneel as you wait for him. He might keep you waiting, and you’re expected to maintain position for as long as it takes. Typically your hands will be bound behind your back to help reinforce your submissive role.”

“Yes Governess,” said Ada, still reeling at the idea of serving two men daily.

“Some of them will ask that you be blind folded. Others will allow you the privilege of sight, but of course you’re never to look them in the eye.”

“Yes Governess.”

“Most will expect you to swallow their ejaculate, but some will prefer to administer it to your face or body. It will remain in place, and you will remain in place, until allowed to leave your position by an Attendant.”

“Yes Governess,” said Ada, her voice quavering, imagining being left kneeling with a hot load all over her face, obediently maintaining her position even through the humiliation.

“The man will tell the Attendant how long to leave you in position. If he’s extremely happy with the service you provided, this may only be a few minutes. You should know, however, that I have known Bottoms to be left in position for as long as three hours.”

Ada’s face flushed. Could she handle that? Suddenly she realized she had not answered. “Yes Governess,” she rushed to say.

“If that is a problem for you,” said the Governess dryly, “We’ll be sure to provide you with a little distraction in the form you experienced here today.”

Ada could still feel the greasy menthol in her bottom, could still feel the stinging of her nipples.

“I want to serve well, Governess, and will do my best. Thank you for the opportunity.”

“Very good, Bottom Ada,” said Governess, and waved to the Attendant to lead Ada to her room.

Although it was not bedtime, Ada was secured in her bed for a half hour to process all that she had just learned. She felt like the dildo was still penetrating her throat, it was though it had left a lasting impression. She lay there helpless, bound to her bed in a spread eagle position, with nothing covering her naked body. As was often the case at the Community, she felt she was being pushed to her very limits. She questioned whether she could stay and continue to serve. She knew she was free to go at any time, simply to request release and go back to her old life.

Ada felt the wetness between her spread legs and knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She speculated on whether the male Bottoms were undergoing similar lessons, not on proper fellatio, but on cunnilingus. She wondered if at some point one of these bottoms would be forced to practice on her. She hoped so.

*Author’s note: I wrote this story while anally plugged. It took almost fifteen minutes to insert the plug, which is large enough to be slightly outside of my comfort zone. I forced myself to sit up straight, even as this made me feel more deeply probed. I told myself I would not get up or remove the plug for any reason until the story was complete. I believe it helped me not only to access Ada’s mindset more authentically, but also to better stay on task and focus. I may add nipple stimulation for the next story I write.