Just what? I'm trying to relax and get this reading done for work.
“I know but your fingers...”
What about them?
“They're edging me really, really close!”
Yes, that relaxes me. I think you knew about that.
“Yes, Sir, but-”
You want me to be relaxed, right?
“Yes Sir, but...”
But what?
“It’s just my cunt is so close and needy and aching.”
Wait. Whose cunt?
“Nnnhhh...”
Whose?
“Yours, Sir.”
So my cunt is very close and very needy and very, very aching, is that right?
“Yes, Sir. So much.”
But, is it any of your business of yours what I do with my cunt?
“Nnngh… Sir…”
I have lots of stress from my work, and I have a bunch of things I need to read through tonight. If it relaxes me to edge my leaking little cunt while I do it, is that your business?
“Nnnn. No, Sir.”
No. And shouldn’t good girls mind their own business?
“Yes, Sir.”
That’s better. Besides, even if it were your cunt, I would have thought you would want to let me edge it, and help relieve my stress. Is that not true?
“No, Sir, it is true.”
Is it really?
“Yes, Sir. It is, it’s just… I’m so close. And you never, never let me go over.”
That’s true, but that’s how I like to keep my cunt. I don’t like it having orgasms, and it’s my cunt, not yours, so that’s just how it is.
“But...”
I’m getting there. It’s true, we keep Sir’s cunt right down there between your legs and you get to feel those really big strong edges. But that just means I really really need your help, so when I edge it so so close, we work together to make sure we keep it from cumming. I can count on you, right, little helper?
“Yes, Sir. It’s just so hard…”
I know. But you’re a good girl, and I know you’re strong enough to do what Sir says. I wouldn’t make you do it if I didn’t think so.
“Okay. Okay, thank you, Sir.”
You’re welcome, little cunt. Now I want you to be a good girl and a good little helper. Just stand nice and still and mind your own business about what Sir does with his property.
Always thank him every time for every little thing when he uses you. He's put in so much time and effort to train you to please him, the least you can do is say thank you. And not just a quick "thanks honey." Use complete sentences, use his title, use degrading language, and be specific! Say what he did and how it made you feel and show enthusiasm for him with your words and body language. Try to express your gratitude uniquely every time unless you know he loves hearing the same type of thank you over and over.
With a little practice instead of saying "thanks for that" you could be blushing bashfully while saying "thank you so much Daddy/Sir/Etc for mounting me like a bitch in heat, I feel so full and claimed by you. Thank you for reminding me I'm your plaything, I needed you so much." You want to please him don't you? Then give him a thank you he'll never forget. It doesn't take much effort on your part and he'll be flying high from it for days. The return on investment of a good thank you is enormous.
And without him you wouldn't be the obedient little pet you always wanted to be, so it's important to have humility and practice gratitude eagerly and often. A sign of a good thank you is that you should feel a little humiliated for having said it. After all, saying thank you and showing how grateful you are to provide him pleasure is a taboo and vulnerable thing to do.
But more importantly a good thank you will leave you feeling even better and proud to please him. And it shows him how much you care. And doms, make sure you reward that gratitude every time. Do not take it for granted, or it will ring hollow. Praise kink and gratitude kink go hand in hand. 💛
So many years of the wrong kind of behavior have left you unprepared and unable to comprehend the kind of life I have to offer.
The shame, the pride and self-confidence you feel at the idea of serving a Superior Man will all need to be erased. your very way of thinking will need to be altered so drastically that you eventually will stop being the woman you are now.
Life as a slave not only means service but also being what your Owner needs.
The fact that you stand there covering your tits in shame means you are nowhere near what I need from a female.
Are you ready to take the long journey to re-enlightenment and, exactly how far are you willing to go to become exactly what I need?
she'd originally come to Him to quit smoking but He'd made the observation that she was also a prude and that He would be willing to help her in that area as well.
Happily agreeing, she put her life in His hands.
Now, a week later, she entered His office and closed the door. As she did so, she removed her dress and shoes and left them on the floor. Per His instructions, the trimmed pubic hair above her cunt was now completely gone and she'd left her bra and panties at home.
He'd taught her to enjoy how her tits felt swaying and bouncing under her dress... The feeling of her nipples as they rubbed against the material made her cunt wet and that wetness had only increased since removing her dress.
How do you feel this morning, gwen?
Please Sir, you know i like it better when You call me cunt.
Dr Grant smiled at cunt.
Very well, cunt. How have your exercises been going?
Very well, Sir.
i've been crawling naked at home, eating and drinking from my bowls like You told me to and masturbating almost constantly.
And at work?
Yes Sir. i've been going without my bra and panties each day and wearing more revealing, shorter and low cut dresses that show off my tits and ass like You suggested.
Have you been sitting as I suggested as well cunt?
Yes Sir. i've caught the Men at work staring and taking pictures as i sit with my legs spread under my desk.
Do you ever find yourself wanting to close them?
No Sir. i love the attention of the Men around me. It makes me super horny, Sir.
Have you started wearing the new plug you ordered?
Oh, yes Sir. I have it in right now. Would You like to see?
Yes cunt. Drop to the floor, crawl over to the couch and spread your legs so I can get a good look.
Obeying immediately, the naked young brunette did as she was told.
Smiling, Dr Grant looked down to see the large silver plug buried in His patient's tight, little asshole.
As cunt spread her legs, Dr Grant could see how wet she was.
Good cunt. you deserve a reward for your progress.
Oh, thank You Sir!
cunt love her rewards. Dr. Grant's cock was so big. It didn't matter where He fucked her but she absolutely loved when He'd use her mouth, cum all over her face and let her wear it home afterward.
As her cunt dripped onto the expensive carpet, she smiled up at Him and opened her mouth.
she felt like such a little whore... and she loved it.
He started her out small. Tweaks to her personality and mannerisms. Rules she had to live by or be punished. Making her lower her gaze when faced with Men. Making her defer to the Men around her and even stop talking when a Man was around her. He was humbling her the way she always should have been humbled from the beginning.
Next, came her bras and panties. Gone. Made to burn them in front of Him to help her resist the temptation to wear them when her insecurities overwhelmed her... How heavy and large her natural tits were, how her nipples stuck out against the material of her dresses and how frequently the short skirts He made her wear rode up on her hips to expose her wet cunt lips....
Humbling her even further.
Freedom was the next to go. He made every one of her decisions no matter how big or small, reminding her constantly that she was either too dumb or too pathetic to make them on her own.
Lowering her self esteem.
At home, she was kept naked, chained and on all fours. Kept not so differently than any pet. Crawling, eating from bowls on the floor and even being taken outside to use the bathroom.
Lowering her dignity.
Times increased where she would be locked away in the basement when His friends and hers stopped by. He'd make up an excuse that she was away or visiting family while she sat one floor below them chained naked and gagged with a vibrator buried in her cunt.
Increasing her humiliation.
In time, she would be made to come out to all of her friends as His slave.
she would no longer wear clothing in His home willingly whether friends were there or not.
your first date should be a memorable occasion. Do not overthink it, however. Finalize with Him when He will arrive. Ask Him to make the arrangements. you've never been good at planning anything or thinking on your own. Don't be afraid or too shy to admit you're stupid.
Before the date begins, take a long soothing bath to relax you. Make sure to allow time to shave your legs and cunt to keep yourself looking acceptable. Once toweled off, do not dress. Chances are you'll pick something He won't like anyway.... but what He will enjoy is seeing you naked once he arrives. Do not think this is too forward. Clothing only covers what He really wants anyway.... and bras and panties... they only either get in the way or make your tits appear perkier and fuller than they really are. It's best not to start the night out with the wrong information.
The right look is not to remain standing when He comes to the door. Instead, leave the door unlocked and drop to the floor with your head down, face on the floor and your ass in the air with your legs spread and back arched. Whether you face the door or let the first thing He sees be your wet little holes can be your own personal preference. There is no wrong answer so don't think you'll offend Him by choosing one or the other.
Once He steps through the door, ask Him to take command of you and the situation. He is more equipped to make the decisions going forward anyway and likely always was.
Thank Him for coming and follow His lead. What happens from then on will be entirely up to Him.
The drive home from dinner buzzes with unspoken heat, your thighs pressed together under that tight red dress, the fabric clinging to your curves like a second skin. You've been teasing me all night with those sly glances, your young body shifting just enough to make my cock twitch. As soon as we step through the door, I grab your wrist, yanking you toward the bedroom. Your breath hitches, eyes wide with that eager mix of nerves and want. I don't waste time, my hands grip your hips hard, lifting you off your feet before slamming you down onto the bed. The mattress bounces under the force, your body jolting, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as the air rushes out of you.
You stare up at me, chest heaving, that red dress riding up your thighs to flash the edge of your soaked panties. Fuck, you're already dripping for this, aren't you? My blood roars with need, the sight of you sprawled out like that, young, tight, begging to be taken, driving me wild. I climb over you, knees pinning your legs apart, and seize the neckline of your dress in both fists. The fabric strains, then gives with a sharp rip, tearing straight down the front. Buttons pop and scatter across the floor, exposing your bare tits bouncing free, nipples hard and pink. I keep ripping, the sound echoing like a promise, until the dress hangs in shreds around your waist, your panties yanked aside to reveal your shaved pussy, glistening and swollen, lips parted and slick with your arousal.
'Look at you,' I growl, my voice low and rough, thumb brushing over your clit just to watch you squirm. 'So fucking wet already, you little slut.' Your pussy clenches at the words, a fresh gush of wetness coating your inner thighs. I slide two fingers along your slit, feeling the heat radiating from your tight hole, then shove them inside without warning. You're so goddamn tight, your young walls gripping me like a vice, sucking my fingers deeper as I start pumping them hard and fast. The wet squelch fills the room with every thrust, your juices dripping down my hand, soaking the sheets beneath your ass.
You moan, back arching off the bed, your hands clutching at my shoulders. 'Oh god, yes,' you whimper, voice breaking as I curl my fingers inside you, hitting that spot that makes your hips buck wildly. I fuck your cunt relentlessly, adding a third finger to stretch you wider, the urgency building as your pussy flutters around me, coating my palm in your slick. Each plunge sends obscene sounds through the air, sloppy, desperate, and I can feel your clit throbbing under my thumb as I grind it in circles, pushing you closer to the edge.
But I want more control. My free hand shoots up, wrapping firmly around your throat, fingers digging into the soft skin just enough to make your eyes flutter. Your gasps turn shallow, ragged, each breath hitching under my grip as I squeeze, feeling your pulse hammer against my palm. 'That's it,' I rasp, leaning down so my breath fans your face, my fingers still slamming into your dripping pussy. 'Take it. You love being choked like this, don't you? My eager little whore.' Your body responds instantly, thighs trembling, pussy clenching harder around my fingers as the pressure on your throat heightens every sensation. Stars burst behind your eyelids, the mix of air restriction and rough fucking making your head spin, your clit pulsing wildly.
I tighten my hold just a fraction more, watching your lips part in a silent plea, your face flushing red as you struggle for air. But you're soaking even wetter now, your tight young pussy gushing around my thrusting fingers, the lewd sounds growing louder, messier. Your tits heave with each labored breath you steal, nipples begging for attention, but I keep my focus lower, finger-fucking you with brutal speed, scissoring my digits to stretch your walls while my thumb mashes your clit. Sweat beads on your skin, mixing with the scent of your arousal—musky and sweet, filling the room as your body starts to shake uncontrollably.
'Cum for me,' I command, voice thick with dominance, my hand on your throat unyielding as I drive my fingers deeper, faster, feeling your pussy spasm in warning. You try to cry out, but it comes out as a choked sob, your whole frame quivering under me, overwhelmed by the raw intensity. Your nails dig into my arms, legs wrapping around my waist to pull me closer, but I hold you pinned, owning every gasp, every twitch. The pressure builds, your dripping cunt milking my fingers like it never wants to let go, teetering right on the brink...
And just as your eyes roll back, body tensing for release, I ease the grip on your throat slightly, letting you suck in a desperate breath, only to tighten it again, drawing out the torment, keeping you hanging on that edge of ecstasy and control.
Naked, gagged, strapped in place, deaf and blind to the world thanks to the headset that had been put on her, the girl waited. Whatever she had to say about it came out muffled, and there wasn’t anyone there who might care to listen anyway.
Trapped in silent darkness, she didn’t see the two men walking in some minutes later, one of them with a tablet. Neither of them paid her that much attention. The one with the tablet gave her a glance, but then started swiping.
“Alright, case eight-five-eight-two. Name, Rose Smith. She’s listed as a ‘disruptive influence’ - been causing trouble and getting other girls into bad habits,” he said.
“We can’t be having that,” said the other.
Some more swiping.
“First offence though so it’s only a two hour correctional session.”
Two hours was usually enough for first offenders to ensure that they only ever remained first offenders. Only the truly bad girls ever required the full re-education programme. Having your whole personality dismantled and rebuilt to be more acceptable was difficult, after all, and not something undertaken lightly.
A few relatively minor adjustments, however, was far more practical. The girl didn’t look the strong type anyway. Just needed a little guiding back to the right way to be, that was all. Like most of the girls that came through here. Just a gentle hand.
The man with the tablet tucked it under his arm.
“Right. You want to set this one up or…?” He asked.
“You set it up. I’ll log it.” Said the other. They both nodded, and they both got to it.
For the girl, darkness continued. She groaned uselessly and squirmed uselessly, and then flinched when, seemingly out of nowhere, things started to happen.
A quiet ‘pop’ in her ears followed by a hiss let her know that something had turned on, and the darkness in front of her all at once lit up blinding white, setting her blinking. By the time she’d adjusted, the colours and the shapes had started. They were quite pretty, honestly, and flowed constantly and seamlessly from one to the next in a way that effortlessly caught the eye. It’d have been so easy to keep watching, but she knew that was what they wanted.
She closed her eyes, but the swirling colours were bright enough that it hardly mattered. Even through her eyelids she could see enough to make her head start swimming.
Then she felt something slick and buzzing press between her legs and jolted, more protests swallowed up by the gag. Try as she might she couldn’t move away, and try as she might to ignore it the buzzing soon got a reaction. She got flushed, she got wet.
The machines quickly adjusted to her and kept her on a rising and falling wave, bringing her just to the edge of cumming and then slowly, agonisingly pulling her back from it, over and over. Time was this had to be done manually - now it was all automatic. They just had to sit back and watch. The pull back was important. The first few times, when resistance was high, there was almost a sense of relief in her, that this wasn’t going to make her cum, how humiliating it would have been if it did.
But as it went on - and as the gaps between the peaks grew steadily shorter - resistance turned by degrees into desperation. The fear of humiliation shrank as the need to finally go over the edge mounted. Soon she was straining against the straps in the hope that if she could just move her hips that little, tiny bit she might make it. Of course she couldn’t and she wouldn’t. The machine had been designed with this in mind. No girl had ever cum during her correctional session, and no girl ever would.
By that point of course she’d long-stopped keeping her eyes shut. The colours and shapes were too pretty, and she was too needy to notice or to care about the words flashing through them, words synced up with the ones she could just about hear through the pulsing sounds filling her ears.
“Docile. Good girl. Don’t make trouble. Do as you’re told. Conform. Good girl. Compliant. Obey. Good girls are subservient. You are a good girl. Needy and submissive. A follower not a leader. Good girl.”
The words filled her head, slipping past defences she couldn’t think straight enough to muster anymore. They settled across her brain, mixing in with the thoughts she already had, weaving into the fabric of who she was. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t even notice it happening. She didn’t even notice that she’d started repeating them into the gag, too.
All the sense of outrage she’d had when they’d dragged her here - the sense of indignity when they’d got her naked and stuck her into this thing - that was all gone. She couldn’t even remember why she was here anymore. It didn’t seem important. All that mattered then was the orgasm ever-so-slightly out of reach and those pretty colours. Everything else could wait.
And even when the sessions finally finished and the buzzing withdrew and her restraints were unlocked and the gag and headset removed, she was still repeating them. Face slack, eyes empty, staring into nothing, just repeating.
“Good girl… docile… don’t make… trouble… obey… good girls obey… I am a… good… girl…”
With a little help she got back into the clothes that had been so roughly stripped from her on arrival, and led gently to the front desk to be signed out. Before her session she would have snapped at any man trying to lead her around. Now, she almost melted into them.
“Feel better?” Asked the man who’d had the pad, who looked her over.
“Yes sir…” she said distantly, eyes glazed.
Seeing a little trail of drool escaping the corner of her mouth he reached out and delicately wiped it away with his thumb, the contact making her shiver head to toe.
“Going to cause anymore trouble?” He asked.
“No sir… I’m a good girl…”
The man smiled, and gave her an affectionate little pat on the cheek. She smiled too, dumbly.
“Of course you are.”
They all were. They just needed reminding sometimes.
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