A Special Training Session

A Work in Progress ... by Kitty

One of my fantasies.

We are at home, and you are preparing me
for a night out. You will not tell me where,
keeping me wondering until we get there. You
dress me in nothing but a simple tank dress,
buttoning all the way down the front. It is made
of a dark purple silk, which seems to whisper
when I move. As always I am not allowed to wear
anything underneath, as I am always to be
accessible to you at any moment. This I do with
pleasure, because I am always eager to please my
Master. I turn around slowly, looking for your
approval. You smile, and come to me saying that
there is something missing. You take each nipple
between thumb and forefinger, and pinch them
hard, causing a moan of pleasure to escape my
lips. The purpose of not wearing a bra is so
that you, and anyone else, can see them, and they
should be that way at all times. You take me in
your arms, your hands sliding down to cup my ass,
and you decide I need a spanking with your paddle
before we go, so my ass will be nice and warm to
your touch. My heart pounds with joy and I
eagerly lay across your legs after you send me to
bring it to you. You lift the hem of my dress to
expose the firm tan cheeks, and swat me 6 times
until they are the deep red color that you like.
You pull my dress down and caress my ass,
deciding that it is warm enough for now, but I
should tell you the minute it seems to fade, so
you can warm it up again. Now we are ready to
leave.

I remember to lift my skirt before I take
my seat in the car, and in reward you tell me I
am your good little whore, to which I reply
"Thank You Master!" It is not a long ride, and
you pull up to a well established restaurant. I
see what seems to be some very distinguished and
conservative people walking in, and make a
mistake of questioning if this is the kind of
place that would not be appropriate for us, and I
receive a hard swat on the thigh that leaves your
warm hand print as a reminder never to question
my Master. I bow my head, apologize and beg you
to allow me to make amends. You tell me that I
would enjoy it too much, and I must wait until
later. We go into the restaurant and order
dinner. I sit quietly, answering you when you
speak to me, all the while hoping you will allow
me some kind of release for the warmth building
up inside me, but I know it will come when you
decide the time is right. Several people come up
and speak to you, evidently friends or
acquaintances. They speak to you in a low voice
seeming to purposely ignore me, except to glance
my direction, and you do the same. I ask no
questions, and accept the exclusion as being my
just treatment. After we are done, you tell me
that this is a unique restaurant and I am to be
presented to the gathering of guests in a short
while for inspection and approval. I wonder how
I am to be presented, and then remember it
doesn't matter, I'll do whatever my Master
wishes.

You motion to someone I thought to be a
hostess, and send me with her to be prepared for
presentation. She takes me into a small room
towards the back of the building, and removes my
dress, and attaches a clamp with a small bell to
each nipple with a chain in between, a fine gold
chain around my waist, and leather cuffs around
my wrists, which she then attaches together
behind my back. I ask her what to expect, but
she refuses to answer. She tells me to wait
there, and leaves the room. Shortly she returns
with you, and you lead me out to what appears to
be a small stage in the center of the room. On
the stage, there are two shackles attached to it
about two feet apart, which you attach to my
ankles. My body begins to feel warm, and my eyes
close at the unnecessary embarrassment I feel.
You tell me I must open my eyes, and look only at
you or the floor, unless otherwise instructed.
These people were here to see and learn how to
train their own slaves. I was chosen to be their
example because I was such a good slave that I
would do exactly as I was told, including being
disobedient so as just to give them an example of
how to discipline. I felt greatly honored that
my Master was so proud of me, but I dared not
show such pride, as I was to be completely
submissive. You then told me that if I did a
really good job and set a perfect example to the
Masters and their slaves that I would be rewarded
later.

First each one of the Masters would come
and look me over. They came up to me four or
five at a time, and slowly walked around me, just
looking at first, until you tell them they may
touch, pinch, slap, or probe anywhere they like.
One was very interested in my nipple clamps, and
tugged lightly on the chain causing the bells to
jingle softly. Another was feeling the smooth
skin where you had shaved my pussy completely
bare, sliding a finger down lightly over the
lips. I was enjoying all the strangers touching
me so much, my knees grew weak, and I swayed away
from the probing finger. You immediately grabbed
my arm and jerked my back upright, and I realized
what I had done, not because I wanted to get away
but because it felt so good. Still I had
embarrassed you in front of the other Masters,
and must be punished. My ass had lost its red
color and warmth since we had left home anyway,
so it was an even more opportune time for
punishment. I hung my head in shame at having
displeased you, but secretly was glad that it had
happened and while I was begging for forgiveness
and mercy outwardly I was eagerly anticipating
your swift hard strokes across my ass, to myself.
I wondered if you would do it yourself, or if
one of the guests would be permitted to do the
honors, and I wondered if you would use the
paddle, the crop, or if you had brought something
else to surprise me. All I could do was wait
patiently and take care not to displease you
again.

The Masters returned to their seats, as
you had decided that you would deliver the first
punishment yourself, and I knew then it would be
a long and painful, yet enjoyable night. A hook
was lowered from the ceiling; you unfastened my
hands from behind my back, and fixed them
securely to this hook. It was then raised again
until I was stretched up and I could just barely
keep my footing. One of the other Masters
supplies you with a riding crop, and you whisper
in my ear that if I embarrass you again, I will
be punished more severely. Not wishing to
provoke such anger from you this early in the
evening, I promise to be a good little whore.
The first blow lands right across the center,
leaving a bright, visible red line. It stings,
but I remember not to disobey, and remain still,
so as not to disappoint you. The next lands just
at the crease below the cheek, and above the
thigh. This one much more painful than the last.
You put your arm around my waist, moving me so
that my ass is easily visible to all that are
watching, and delighting in the red stripes
across my behind. You beckon to the Master that
I moved away from, wanting him to feel the welts,
and the heat. He runs his hands over my ass
commenting on you accuracy. He steps back saying
he thinks I need a few more, and you quickly
oblige with six more strokes, evening out the
pattern so it is pleasing to the eye, and
satisfactory to the gentleman.

It is time for the inspection to continue, and
you decide that I will remain attached to the
hook. I secretly glance at the "audience",
wanting to see the reactions of the other slaves.
In these faces I saw fear, curiosity, and in
some, much to my surprise, I saw admiration.
Now each one to come up runs their hand over the
stripes to feel the warmth. Some of the crueler
Masters swat my burning cheeks, hoping to
increase my agony, little did they know how much
I enjoyed each and every infliction of pain. Not
only for me, but even more because I knew it
pleases my Master. One woman spoke to you about
a more permanent variation on my nipple clamps,
suggesting piercing them, and attaching a chain,
or leash of some kind between. You say you will
consider it, looking to see my reaction, which
only shows in the sparkle in my eyes. Of course
you know that I will accept anything you want as
my duty to you, and be grateful for it. They
continue to inspect me, complimenting you on my
obedience, and attractiveness, as they touch, and
probe my entire body. When they have all
finished with me, you place your hand between my
legs to determine my reaction, and discover that
it is very wet. You tell me that it is now time
for their training. I am unhooked, and you lower
me to my hands and knees, push your hand into the
small of my back, forcing it to arch and present
my ass higher into the air. I ask you what is to
become of me now, and for questioning my Master,
I receive another hard stroke of the crop across
the back of my thighs leaving an angry red line,
and I wince in pain, and my eyes tear up. I
would promise never to question you again, but I
know that in the end, this pleases you, and is
beneficial to the spectators.

The stripes on my ass are beginning to fade again
so you invite them all to refresh the color, this
time with your paddle, as you do not trust them
not to damage me with the crop.

I am frightened at this, because there are at
least twenty of them, but I am resolved to
maintain my obedience. Each one approaches, only
this time they are accompanied by their slaves,
so that they will see exactly what is expected of
them. The first blow lands with accuracy, but
isn't as strong as I would expect. I think maybe
because he doesn't want to hurt me too badly
without your approval. You see this, and explain
that being such a good whore; I can take quite a
bit more than that. I smile at the praise from
my Master. The gentleman's slave is then
instructed to rub the marks, and feel the heat
the swat inflicted. She does so, and is told that
eventually hers will be much more painful. The
next pair approach and this time it is much
harder, and causes me to tear up again. One by
one they deliver my "punishment", each one harder
than the last, and soon I am sobbing softly, and
cannot help but wince and cringe with every one.
Yet at the same time, each one of their slaves,
some men, some women, each one becomes more
sympathetic, and gentle in their rubbing. Some
of them even sliding their hands down and
massaging my pussy, and probing both holes,
hoping that it would be of some comfort to me.
You deliver three more stinging swats, and I
almost collapse onto the floor, but I refuse to
disappoint you, and steel myself for whatever
else you have in store. My ass is gleaming red
now as you stand me back up. You run your
hands over the redness, and whisper that you are
proud of me. I smile at your compliment through
my tears.

The next part of their training begins,
as you lay me on my back, and spread my knees.
My moist pussy open and visible to all whom are
watching. The Masters then instruct their slaves
to move forward, and study how the spanking has
made my pussy so wet. They must inspect it with
their hands, fingers, and even their mouths, and
if their Masters are not satisfied with their
thoroughness, they will be punished for their
incompetence. I feel the warm breath of the
first girl, as she looks closely at my hairless
pussy. She then strokes the smooth skin above the
opening, moving slowly so she doesn't displease
her Master. Her fingers lightly brush my clit,
and begin to rub. Moving lower, her fingers
trailing down the lips to the wet opening, she
seems to tease knowingly pushing only her
fingertip inside, then slowly deeper, until I
have taken it all inside. Her master asks for a
description, and she tells him how hot, and tight
it feels. I can feel the wetness dripping down
to my ass, causing me to close my eyes, and moan
in pleasure. You do not want my eyes closed, and
pull gently at the chain of my nipples to get my
attention, but I cannot respond as it feels so
good, so you yank the chain much harder snapping
my eyes open instantly. You speak quietly to the
other Master, and he orders her to bring me to
orgasm quickly or else, and you tell me I must
not close my eyes, but watch and respond
appropriately. It is a difficult task because I
need this release of tension so badly, but I will
not disobey. I watch her eyes, and mouth, as she
eagerly begins, and spares no effort to try to
please her Master, and me. The look in her eyes
seems to tell me that she is enjoying this task,
and she is doing this as much to please me as her
Master. This continues until each one has taken
their turn some even trailing their tongues down
to my ass. Sometimes I forgot and gave in to the
pure pleasure of the feel of each tongue, and
closed my eyes, each time snapping back open to
the sharp tug at the chain, which actually made
it that much more intense. When they were all
done, I am released and taken back to the little
room to rest at least for a while until the next
part of the demonstration would begin.


The woman who assisted me when we arrived
came back, and helped me bathe, and compose
myself, rubbing and soothing all over my body.
She then dresses me in another outfit of blue
leather, a "spanking skirt" that covers the front
of me, but has only a leather strap around my
waist, and two more just below my ass, and a
leather bra, made only of straps that crisscross
and leave just a bit more than my nipples exposed
at the center. The nipple clamps are put back in
place, and the outfit is then completed with a
pair of leather thigh high boots with 5-in. spike
heels. My ass is still slightly pink from the
last spanking, framed by the leather straps of
the skirt, and badly in need of warming up.

Finally you return, and I am told that
next I will be required to assist each Master in
training their slaves. You see my cheeks framed
in the leather skirt, and realize that I need
another spanking to warm up the color of my ass.
I have been waiting silent but impatient for
this, and hope you will use both the paddle and
the crop, knowing the effect the pattern of red,
with deeper red stripes will have. You have the
woman, whom you call "Monique", sit in a nearby
chair, with her legs open, and I am to get on my
hands and knees with my head in her lap. Of
course I obey without question, eagerly awaiting
the touch of whichever instrument of discipline
you decide to use. I can smell her sex, and
breathe deeply, wishing I could taste it also,
but not daring to ask permission, and waiting for
your instruction. You tell Monique to raise her
skirt and instruct me to wrap my arms around her
waist. I do so just a little too quickly, and
you give me the first stinging swat, for being
too eager. It is hard enough that my eyes
immediately begin to tear, and I apologize to
you, my Master. I bury my face deeper into her
lap as you give me three more. ***

Now it's time for me to continue the final part
of the demonstration, and you and Monique give me
a paddle, crop, and a strap-on. There is also a
large basket filled with collars, wrist and ankle
cuffs, nipple clamps, and other various toys, and
body adornments. You tell me that I am required
to assist each master, and do exactly as they
say, only giving my opinion when asked. I will
be asked, because I am so well trained, and they
are not quite as experienced as I am. I, in a
sense will be training the Masters as well as
their slaves. I am still wearing my collar, and
you attach my leash to it, and lead my back out
into the main room.

It is our turn to inspect each of the attending
potential slaves. You instruct the other Masters
to bring them up to us, to be evaluated, and as
they do I realize they are being allowed to walk
side by side with their masters. I ask you if I
may suggest something, and you allow me to do so.
I ask you "shouldn't they walk behind their
Masters, or on their hands and knees?" You
agree, and explain the idea to them, and they
comply. One by one, the slaves are brought to
us, and you have me fit them with collars, and
wrist cuffs. I put them on the "stage", and
attach the shackles to their ankles, spreading
their legs wide apart.

The first one is a very pretty young girl, long
blonde hair, green eyes, and a full mouth, about
five foot six. You tell me to look her over, and
tell you what I think, then you will do the same,
and adjust my judgement if necessary, and if I
don't pay close enough attention to what I know
you want, there will be punishment for my
neglect. I begin my assessment, and walk slowly
around her, running my hands over her firm ass,
then around her trembling belly. She is holding
her breath, waiting for my touch, so I swat her
ass with my hands leaving a handprint, and making
her inhale sharply. I continue to look her over,
and move back around to face her, taking her
breasts in my hands, and sort of weighing them,
flicking her nipples, and making them stand out,
hard, and eager. I look through the basket, and
find what I think to be suitable clamps for her
nipples. I find a nice silver pair with a light
silver chain attaching them, and another length
to dangle with a heavy steel ring for a sort of
leash.

I make her bend over at the waist, hands on the
floor in front of her. Her ass is high in the
air, for you, her Master, and I to see clearly.
I slide my hand between her legs, and run a
finger over the lips, to her clit, stopping there
to rub ever so lightly. She doesn't seem to
respond, and I think maybe it is because she is
scared, and unsure of what is happening to her,
but I know that she must learn. I trail my
finger up to her tightly closed asshole, and
press a bit, moving my fingertip in circles. She
tightens up, trying to prevent me from invading
her tiny hole, but I know that would displease
you if I had ever tried to deny you access to any
part of my body, so I insert two fingers quickly
into her cunt, working them deeper, in and out,
until they are wet enough. I take my fingers
out, and before she knows what has happened, I
shove them into her resisting asshole, up to the
second knuckle. She tries to wiggle away, and I
wrap my other hand around her waist to keep her
from getting away from my probing fingers. I
move them around inside her hot hole, and then
thrust them all the way in, pushing hard, trying
to push even my knuckles into her, wanting her to
know that this is the least she has to be afraid
of. Telling her, her Master, would probably not
be so kind. You can easily see that her ass is
not opened enough to please any Master, much less
you, so you tell me to put on the strap-on, and
open her until it is not too loose, but easily
accessible to whomever wished to enter it. You
help me fasten it around me, and tell me to move
behind her. I slide it into her barely wet
pussy, and move in and out of her until she
starts to moan, and I reach down to see how wet
she is. She is very wet, and just about ready to
cum, but that is not the purpose of this action,
so I suddenly pull out of her cunt, and quickly
insert the head of my rubber cock into her
tightly puckered ass. She tries to move away, so
you grab her by the hair to hold her still, and
tell me to rape her asshole, and make it suitably
open for anything or anyone her Master sees fit
to put in it. With just the tip stretching her,
I obey and shove the entire shaft deep inside
her, until I can see the tight ring of her hole
stretched around the base of my cock, and she
screams. I slide back out with some difficulty,
and her Master produces a small jar of lubricant,
and applies it to her hole, and my cock. Easier
now, I pound back into her, moving the cock in
wide circles deep inside her ass. She is crying
now, and trying to get away from the pounding and
pain. I reach around her waist and find her hard
clit, begging for some kind of relief, and I
pinch it between finger and thumb, and she moans
and moves against my hand. I pound harder and
faster into her ass, still rubbing and teasing
her clit, and she begins to respond, and bucks
back against my invading cock, cumming hard in my
hand. I look to you and you are watching
intently, and whispering to her Master. He tells
me to stop, and I obey ripping the cock out of
her, moving around in front of her so she can
suck and lick the cock clean. She is in tears,
and begs her Master for mercy.

You and her Master move to thoroughly inspect the
job that I have done to make sure it is
sufficient. Satisfied and pleased with her now
open hole, you suggest to her Master that I use
the crop on her already sore ass, because she did
not ask for his permission to cum. He agrees,
and we fasten her wrists together and attach them
to the hook that has again been lowered from the
ceiling. He tells her to arch her back to
present her firm cheeks to me for punishment or
it will be worse for her. I apply the crop to
her ass at least 8 times taking care not to cross
the stripes and leave a pleasing pattern for all
to appreciate. She seems to be almost in shock,
and doesn't respond when her Master touches her.
I see you nod your head at me, to get her
attention. So I move around to face her, and
reach out and grab the chain connecting her
nipple clamps by the steel ring and pull gently.
She begins to raise her head, but her eyes are
still closed. I tug sharply causing the clamps
to almost tear at her skin, but I can see in her
eyes that it is not an unpleasant sensation
anymore. You slip your hand between her legs to
confirm the look on her face, and find that she
is indeed excited and almost dripping wet. You
release her from the hook, and motion for her
Master to examine the results, and he is pleased.
You take my arm and pull me aside while he is
looking at her, and tell me you are proud of my
performance, and ask me if I like the looks of
this particular slave. I agree she is very
nice, and I could have lots of fun, if I were
allowed to continue her training.


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