Bondage U

My cum slut has gone back to school, and while I am sure she can learn from books and study, I believe she has always responded best to hands on experience. I began as her online Master. She was nervous, but curious; skittish, yet always eager to try and please. This truly makes the best pupil and submissive. I would give her assignments like, “Do not wear panties today,” or “Let me hear you grunt as you cum.” At first, she would cry when she came, but soon one “DO IT SLUT” from me, and she would be at her homework.

When she would sign on, she knew she had to greet me properly, and she knew I did not like to wait for her response. I could type “Whore, take off your clothes,” and she would do it, or “Play with your tits.” Often I would command her to put her feet on her desk, with her legs wide apart, as I started oiling and stroking my cock to hardness. If I called her, I often had her put her fingers in her cunt so I could hear the slurping sounds of her wetness, and the slut would do it every time. It was Bondage U, and she was an eager pupil.

I would set lessons and trials that became more and more difficult. How else could she advance in her studies? “Put your slide clamps on your nipples, Slut.” The little whore needs to learn her lessons.” If she would complain of the length of time that had passed, or the pain, I would simply say, “Your assignment tonight is to leave the clamps on until 9:30,” or I would tell her to leave them on until I contacted her again.” “Are your nipples hurting, Pet?” I would ask her. "Yes Sir, very much so." "You may take one clamp off, then you may remove the other in fifteen minutes." She always did as I said, and if we were on the telephone, I knew if she told me she was wet, then she was wet. All I had to do was say “Take the other clamp off,” and I could audibly hear her gasp of relief when the blood returned to her nipple.

Now where is the port on this machine? I need to set the slut up with a vibrating egg, so I can key in a command and keep her cunt alert and where it should be focused. Forget studying browsers and align=”direction”. Study this, slut: rigid cock . How do you embolden your mouth to hold my cock?

So many lessons. Always be ready for my cock. Always be available to me. Never suck without permission. Handle your submissive items with respect. If I order her to fuck herself with the vibrator she was given, I want to hear her cunt juices dripping off the wand. “Sopping wet already, aren't you, Whore? You slut! What will you do when you receive my cock? You will never be able to obey me." That tight pussy of hers. I would order "Is it in?" "Not yet,” she might say, (and I could hear her straining,) or “It's in, but it hurts.” She had to be able to take deep cock. “Fill your cunt with the big dildo." "Yes Sir.." "Put it in deep!" “It is, Sir." "That's a good whore. Totally filled up. Now if I were there, I would fuck your tits, too. Or fuck your mouth and make you choke on my cock. You would like that, wouldn't you?" "Yes Sir." "I knew you would, Slut. Go and lie on your back and put the vibrator on your clit."

Why does she need to know XHTML? Come to think of it, she does need to know how to do that. So the slut may create this blog of her stories to please her Dom. It's going to be a productive summer.

The Lesson

He took his key and entered the house. He never had to announce his arrival. She had been taught over the years to always be prepared at any time for any thing, yet his stealth never failed to startle her. There was a reason behind that. He kept her unbalanced and in a constant state of tension, wishing to give him perfection.

She lived on an empty stretch of beach, across an expanse of water from his home. It was Spring, and the air was still cold and full of sea. Society remained retreated from the sand. His sub was hot, however, and always eager to suck his cock. Her role was to receive, and she did it so well.

“A natural born sub,” he thought. If anything, her eagerness to submit needed to be subdued and that meant he would have to be cruel. “I don't want her spoiled,” he reasoned. Ascending stairs from the lower entrance to the house, he entered the main living level and saw her staring out the window over the water. She turned to greet her Dom with a slight smile on her lips. She remained silent. That was a given. Her eyes widened as she realized this visit held education. She knew from past lessons that education meant pain.

He yanked her away from the window and pressured her into the wall where he pinned her body down as he whipped off his belt. He pulled down her pants and paused to rub her ass which she thrust back at him. “Always ready to serve,” he observed. “The attribute had its pro’s and its cons.” There were times, when nature kicked in and she fought him, that could definitely increase the frisson of his erection and orgasm. All of the sudden, without warning ... SWACK! He knew this was not her ideal scenario, but tonight she had to be taught a lesson, even if he had to "lecture" her more than once. She squirmed to remain upright under the leather, but the way he had her positioned only made her struggle useless. She must remain still. She knew. Yet her ass quivered under the welt.

Putting his hand between her legs, he checked to make sure her pussy was waxed. He loved feeling bare cunt lips against his cock. No panties were allowed to block his entry. No hair would block his entry. The softness was delicious. She must be in complete and total openness to his desires. Her ass was good and red now. She bit her lip so she would not cry out, but a whimper escaped, and he whipped again. Harder. Her whimpering made him rigid, but he held back. Was the slut learning? She choked back her next moan. Good. Lesson over. Now for the test. "Where do you want me to fuck you?" he asked. "Speak, slut." He waited for her answer.