Basic Training, Part 1

“Tell me why we’re here, slut,” he ordered.

Kneeling, she stole a brief glance around the hotel room before looking up at him and replying “Because I want you to teach me how to be a good whore, sir. I want to obey every command you give me, and satisfy you in any way you desire.”

“Mmm. And do understand that once we start, there’s no going back? There’s no ‘safe word’ here and no matter how much you might protest certain things, or think you can’t handle something, it will only mean a more severe punishment rather than an easy out?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then let’s begin,” he said, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. He walked over to a bag that was lying on the bed, explaining as he began shuffling through its contents. “From this moment on, you are my slave. That means you do what I want, when I want. Hesitation will not be tolerated, but not only that, when I give an order, I expect you to comply with eagerness, is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

He continued, still rummaging through the bag “It’s not going to be easy to retrain you to respond to my needs; it’s human nature to resist certain commands ,” he paused for a moment, finally having found what he was digging for. “Which is why,” he said, removing a dog collar from the bag “we are going to take the ‘human’ element out of the equation right away.” He looked over at her, admiring her large, exposed tits, waited a few moments for a verbal reaction, and getting none continued “The way to prove to me that you can be my slave is to perfect your obedience. If you can follow my commands as a lowly dog, I’ll be confident you can perform for me whenever and wherever I want.”

Her heart skipped a beat, and despite the small nugget of fear she felt, along with the stream of thoughts running through her head: I can’t believe this is really happening….can I handle this? Is it too much? Oh, but I want it sooooo bad…… she couldn’t deny that the thought turned her on immensely. She could feel her pussy getting slick already.

“I’m ready for whatever you feel is necessary, sir. ”

“Crawl over to me, whore, and get your collar on like a good doggie.”

Feeling more than awkward, she hurried to comply, her tits swaying ridiculously as she covered the 10 feet or so across the room to where he stood. Back on her knees, she waited.

“Good girl,” he exclaimed, patting her head. As he worked the collar around her neck, he laid out some of the rules. “Once this collar is fastened, you don’t speak unless spoken to. You no longer get the privilege of using the toilet, and you’ll eat and drink like a dog does. Any questions?”

“No sir,” she replied as the collar was fastened.

“Would you like to suck my cock, whore?” he asked.

She nodded her head. “ Yes please, sir”

“Then show me how you can beg” he ordered, as he released his bulging cock from his pants and placed it tantalizingly close to her face.

“Please let me lick your cock, sir. I promise to suck your cock good if you let me…..please let me feel your cock at the back of my throat, sir….please” she begged, giving him an imploring look. He moved his cock close to her open mouth, and began to slide it in. She jumped at the opportunity and hastily closed her lips around his shaft, her tongue already working in circles around the head.

“No!” he snapped, and gave her a light slap on the cheek. “I didn’t give you permission to suck my cock yet, did I? “

“No sir…I’m sorry, sir!” she cried.

“Even the poorest trained bitch knows not to reach for the treat until given permission” he stated. “You’re going to require even more training that I thought. You’re not a stupid slut, are you?

“No sir”

“No sir, what?”

“I’m not a stupid slut sir, I can be taught”

“Let’s try again then. Open your mouth,” he ordered. She opened her mouth as wide as she could-until her jaws ached a little from the strain-and waited. He stroked his cock, and waved it under her nose. He slapped one cheek with it, then the other. Finally he put it in her mouth. This time she simply waited for his command as he moved it farther and farther into her mouth, fighting against the natural urge to spring into action and suck it like she so badly wanted.