eenslaved:Her husband engaged a trainer for her. His young bride was to undergo “schooling” from 7
eenslaved: Her husband engaged a trainer for her. His young bride was to undergo “schooling” from 7:30 in the morning to 3:00 in the afternoon, the hours while her husband was away at work. School for her would end early so that she could return home and ready herself to greet and please her husband before he arrived home. A discreet white van picked her up every morning. She would be waiting outside her house in her traveling uniform, the only stipulation for the uniform being that it had to be a dress that could be unzipped or unbuttoned and that she could wear nothing underneath it. Her home was the second stop on the route to the training school, for another woman was always inside the back of the van. She never saw what the other woman looked like, or even how young or old she was, for her entire body was always encased in stringent black leather, even her head. The woman’s holes and breasts were covered with red leather panels that could be unzipped, and the trainers called her Dolly but usually by her full name, which was, as far as she knew, simply Fuck Doll. When she was helped into the van, she was made to strip. Her dress was then taken from her and locked in a compartment in the van. The inside of the van was lined with low bench seats against both walls. Rubber dildos and plugs protruded from the benches at spaced intervals, and there were numbers, one through six, above each “seat.” She was assigned to seat 2, diagonally across from Fuck Doll, who occupied seat 6. She was made to squat over the jutting pieces, which were squirted with lubricant, and impale herself. The pieces could be swapped out and different sized rods could be screwed in place. If she took too long to seat herself, she earned a punishment, to be received at The School. She lowered herself over the dildo and pointed conical plug, biting her lip in distress as she pushed herself down upon them, taking them into her body and securing herself for travel. Once she was seated, she spread her legs wider and placed her hands down on either side of her legs, so that her wrists and ankles could be cuffed into the stockades that formed the bench. There were always two trainers – one driving and one who remained in the back to watch over the passengers. The van made one more stop to pick up a third woman who was slightly older, in her mid thirties or so, with rich, mink-brown hair and ample, milk-filled breasts and a brass bell buckled around her neck. When she was led on board – the trainers called her Moo-Moo – the trainer would check his tablet for Moo-Moo’s daily instructions, which changed depending on her behavior the previous night. If she had been good, Moo-Moo would be milked half a cup from each breast on the ride there, obviously a pleasurable experience for the woman, whose eyes would flutter shut and release soft mooing sounds as her milk was relieved. If her performance had not satisfied her Master or Mistress, she would go unmilked until they reached the training school, and milk would sometimes dribble from the pale teats, and the trainer would gag the sweating woman to muffle the whimpers and groans of discomfort. Watching Moo-Moo embarrassed her terribly, but she couldn’t stop watching the other woman. Moo-Moo always rolled her eyes up to stare at the ceiling, and she never gave any indication of acknowledging the other passengers. This left her free to watch Moo-Moo’s milk-heavy breasts with long, fat brown nipples. As for herself, the trainers called her Mr. Olliver’s Slut, Wifeslut, or simply Slut. Her husband had enrolled her in a four-month program that would help turn her into a fucking toy that met his exacting requirements. He wanted, he told his bride, for her to always be wet and ready for a fucking from her Master, to respond to discipline and humiliation with intense arousal. Every day of her schooling, one session would be filmed for her husband to show her progress, until her husband had a verifiable movie collection of porn starring his young bride: receiving enemas, in a gang bang where she was held down by men and fucked in all her orifices with silicone dildos, bouncing up and down on the fucking saddle of a rocking horse, being passed around for an over the knees paddling by female trainers, receiving a face fucking from a mechanical dildo that pumped unceasingly into her mouth. She was only every penetrated with toys – cock, a real cock, was her utmost reward. After a month of the program, she dreamed of being possessed and penetrated by hard flesh, was eager to worship her husband’s rod whenever he allowed her to. She was unbearably humiliated – and thus, aroused – whenever she thought of her husband working in his office while she was delivered to a school to be trained to be a good Wifeslut for him. The School would help make her into the slut her husband wanted her to be. One Thursday during her filmed session, she was made to wear unusually padded underwear under sheer pantyhose once she arrived at the school. She had been kept well-hydrated as usual, but unusually, the typical bathroom breaks had not been scheduled. After her noon feeding, the trainers began hydrating her through a bottle with a rubber nipple and gagging her when she wasn’t drinking. By 1:30 her bladder was near to bursting, but she was never ungagged long enough to request permissions to use the lavatory. Her heart quickened with dread as she surmised the direction she was being led in. The thick underwear, which had felt bulky to begin with, now felt not thick enough to serve as – she shuddered to even think the word – a diaper. She was led before the camera promptly at 2:00, having received several stinging lashes on her bottom with the quirt because she was taking mincing steps, attempting to keep her legs pressed tightly together. Seated on the edge of a bed, directly facing the unblinking camera eye, her legs were bound together at ankle and knees. “Put your hands behind your back, Slut.” Her stomach and breasts were quivering with anxious tension of needing to relieve herself, and she felt herself starting to cry from helplessness. One of the trainers knelt on the bed behind her and began to massage her breasts, fondling the heavy globes firmly at first, then increasingly more roughly until she was panting loudly from her nose, the gag effectively silencing her pleas. Her head lolled back onto the shoulder of her trainer as he plucked at her nipples, rolling the aroused buds between his thick and nimble fingers. She swallowed convulsively. “Mr. Olliver, Slut is wearing 100% cotton panties, thick enough to give the impression and sensation of being diapered, but not nearly thick enough to be truly absorbent,” the trainer narrated, sliding one hand down her front, skimming her pubis and dipping under her waistband. She bucked in reaction to his fingers delving between her folds, circling her clit, and groaned at how slippery his fingers found her. “Slut has already dampened them quite a bit,” he informed the camera lens, withdrawing his fingers and scissoring them in front of the camera to demonstrate. “As you can see, Slut has really lubricated herself, rather copiously, I’d say.” He wiped his fingers on her face, smearing her own juices around her nose. A fresh wave of humiliated tears fell and her chest heaved with her cries. She pressed her legs tighter and tighter together. “Slut is going to piss herself, and then we’ll be sending her home like this,” the trainer informed the camera. “As your Slut, she has no control over any of her most basic functions except that which you allow her. Granting her control over her bladder, like everything else, is a privilege that can be taken away.” She whimpered, shaking her head, desperate not for that simple need not to be stripped from her. Her trainer brought her hands from behind her back to her front. “Touch yourself for Mr. Olliver, Slut,” he urged. “That’s it. Touch yourself the way you like.” She pinched her own nipples hard, hoping the sharp pain would distract her from the need to pee. She still struggled to hold it in, even though the outcome was inevitable. “That’s it,” her trainer encouraged. “Pull those naughty nipples. They’re so hard right now.” His hand went back into her waistband and stimulated her slippery clit. To the camera, he said, “Your Wifeslut is really enjoying herself, Mr. Olliver.” His other hand rested lightly over her lower stomach and began to caress and press in circling movements. Her thighs clenched at the increasing pressure and she squealed and wailed behind the gag. “She’s putting up quite a fuss but Slut’s cunt is gushing. She likes not having control,” her trainer was saying. “You may wet yourself Slut, and you may come.” She came and relieved her bladder in a rush of liquid that felt like a torrent. She couldn’t tell if she was coming or peeing or both, but when she surfaced, her entire lower body felt sodden. Her hands were still pulling at her own nipples. “How do you feel, Slut?” “Wet,” she said without thinking, and then laughed or sobbed, and wasn’t sure which it was. “Good Wifeslut,” she was praised, as she was rolled to her back. The nylon rope was unbound, leaving her a limp, shaking mess on the bed. Because she hadn’t been told to stop, she kept squeezing her breasts in a repetitive, soothing gesture. “I am transmitting your homework to Mr. Olliver right now,” the trainer was saying, typing in his tablet. “You will present yourself in the waiting position for him at the usual time. You will not clean yourself, nor relieve yourself, though I don’t think that will be a problem for some time. You’ll be given six 16-ounce bottles of liquid to consume, and you will drink one every thirty-five minutes. You’ll also be given six diapers, and you must ask your husband to allow you to wear them.” Her body shuddered. Her mind was still blank, in disarray, not fully comprehending. Then it was time for the van to deliver her home. Would you like to read more? This is an excerpt from that longer length BDSm story I mentioned previously. Stay tuned…… -- source link