training a slave part three

However, every new experience I imposed upon her brought a fresh challenge and it was
interesting to see her mental torment as she struggled against everything she had ever
been taught was decent, in an attempt to both obey her Master and avoid the pain of the
whip.

The first time I had commanded her to stimulate me orally had been like that. At twenty-
six years old, she had led an unadventurous sex-life to say the least, and had never
pleasured a man in that way. She had always found the thought nauseating, presume ably
a lesson gleaned from her religious, pious and eventually estranged mother.

It seemed almost comical that she had knelt naked before me, every part of her body
having been explored; her buttocks striped by the lash and still, have had qualms about
taking me in her mouth.

It was a task she looked forward to now, undertaking her duty with youthful eagerness,
lapping frantically at my engorged member, drinking down the warm salty fluid with the
satisfaction of a cat licking cream from its owners fingers.

Despite the undoubtedly extreme existence she led, I felt that she was becoming
complacent. Enduring her 'maintenance whippings' without complaint, and completing
her tasks around the house without a word.

It was time to begin the next phase of her training.

I chained her to the door handle of the large cast-iron cooker in the kitchen, supplying her
with a bowl of soapy water, a large ball of wire wool and a towel, and instructed her to
bring it to a pristine shine.

way towards my office, leaving her diligently scrubbing at the black, burnt on grease.

Ten minutes later I had telephoned several of my closest friend's inviting them round for
supper that evening.

Later that evening, as debbi settled down her cell for the night, alone with her thoughts.
She was surprised to see me returning down the cellar steps, carrying a bundle of clothes.
As usual, she stood to attention, wondering wildly what it was that had caused me to
break the routine she had become so used to.

I opened the cell door and threw the clothes at her feet. She looked with some surprise at
the faded tight jeans and thin white t-shirt she had been wearing when she arrived.
"Put them on!" I barked, stirring her from her confusion.

She began to slide the jeans up her legs, the stiff denim feeling unnatural against skin,
which had become accustomed to being unclothed.

Carefully tucking the t-shirt into the waistband she buttoned the flies, standing with her
arms by her sides, waiting with trepidation for her next order.

I stood back and stared. It seemed strange to see her dressed, her plump breasts and
nipples straining against the thin material, plainly visible through the sheer white cloth.

"Tonight I will require you to wait upon my guests," I informed her, to her shock. Other
than Chris, I was the only human being she had had contact with during her stay.
"You will of course obey my every command without question" she nodded dutifully,
although it had been a statement, not a question

"Any disobedience or attempt to embarrass me in front of my guests will be punished
with the utmost severity" I continued, watching her visibly shudder.

" Neither do I want my friends to guess that you are my slave, I want to surprise them"
"Yes Master"

"That would probably give the game away", I returned, sarcastically

"Yes M." she intoned, stopping in time.

I motioned to her to go upstairs and very nervously she made her way to the living room.

"Hi, Debbi," came the chorus as she exited the door under the stairs and walked self-
consciously into the room.

She stopped in her tracks, allowing her eyes to raise fro their usual subservient position
for long enough to take in her surroundings.

Lounging around the room, in various positions were the guests,

Chris, the woman who had so mercilessly pierced her was the first person she spotted,
smiling at her from the sofa. Sat next to her, one hand on her knee was her short-term
boyfriend, again one of my friends. I couldn't see the relationship lasting. Chris's
relationships never did. It wouldn't be long before Graham discovered her true, sadistic
character. As with the others, it was likely to be to his cost.

Next to them was Andy, and despite being and old and trusted friend I hadn't yet got
round to telling him about Debbi.

Lastly, squeezed together on the same chair were Shona and Mike. Although not
'together' they were very good friends, and both professed to be mildly interested in 'the
scene'. I had told them about Debbi, and they viewed her with fascinated interest.
Dragging his eyes way from her breast Andy ventured,

"I understand you're working for Tim now"

"Y.Yes" Debbi stammered uncertainly

"What were you doing in the cellar?"

I interrupted quickly

"She's cleaning down there," I said smoothly " I'm trying to get this house in some sort
of order at last"

"Is that what you do then?" persisted Andy, suspiciously eying her immaculate attire"
you're a cleaner?"

"Y...yes " intoned Debbi, catching on.

"She's being modest", I interrupted again "she works for me in all sorts of capacities"

"Ill bet she does!" joked Andy, causing the rest of the assembled company to chuckle.
There was an element of truth in what I was saying.

I addressed my guests; "Tonight she will be waiting on us while we eat. Whatever you
need, just give her the nod and she'll get you whatever you need"

"Really!" commented Andy, eyebrow raised. More sniggers from those guests who knew
her role in the household.

As my party moved to the dining room, taking their places and chatting easily, I guided
Debbi into the kitchen.

"Everything you need is laid out for you, it should be self explanatory"

The job she had left prior to entering my house was that of a waitress at a residential care
home, so I had no real worries regarding her ability to serve the food.

I left to join my guests. Before too long Debbi emerged carrying two plates filled with
spaghetti bolognaise I had knocked up that afternoon.

Back and forth she went, until every member of out party was faced with a plate of food.
"Are you not eating?" queried Andy, as she leant around him with the wine bottle, her
unfettered breasts accidentally rubbing against his arm.

"I.I've already eaten" she uttered. I relaxed. She was understandably tense, but Andy
seemed to be buying the story.

For the next hour she busied herself at the table, pouring glass after glass of red wine,
until the faces of my friends were quite flushed with an alcoholic glow. As Debbie
retreated to the kitchen to wash the dirty plates their inhibitions began to disappear.

"So where did you find this one?" smiled shona, a cheeky glint in her eye. She was only
too aware of my dominant streak.

"I've known her for years, " I answered truthfully "Its only just recently that I've been
able to offer her a job

"Very pretty!" risked Graham, instantly receiving a sharp slap across the thigh from Chris
"Really?" I asked with mock nonchalance "I hadn't noticed"

"You can't tell me that you didn't notice her." Andy cupped his hands in front of his
chest, the international sign for breasts.

"I must admit, she's quite attractive, "I conceded.

"And just what is it that she does?" Andy enquired. I got the impression that she'd had
quite an impact on him
.
"Anything I want" I informed innocently

"Anything?" repeated Andy, laughingly

"Yes. " I answered in a matter of fact voice.

"That's got to be worth a bet," he observed, looking round the room for approval. Playing
the game, the rest of the guests nodded encouragingly.

"How much?" I countered to Andy's surprise

"You're serious?"

"Yes, why not?"

"What, I can ask her to do anything?"

"Yes"

"Anything at all?"

"Yes." I smiled at him as he struggled to spot the catch. He made a swift decision.
"A tenner then"

"OK" I shrugged

"Easy money" gloated Andy as I called Debbie from the kitchen.

She came through promptly, standing at the head of the polished table awaiting
instruction.

"Debbie" started Andy; she looked at him briefly,

"Tim seems to think you'll do anything Ill ask. You wont be offended?"
She shook her head.

"Take off your t-shirt" he commanded, slightly nervously, waiting for the indignant insult
from Debbie. It never came.

Instead, her face drained of its colour and she began to tremble slightly as my plans
started to become apparent.