EXTRACT FOR
Love Slave Trainer
(Miranda Birch)

Around mid-morning, Bella decided to have snacks served by her personal slave. This would be the first time her two `newbies' had seen a real slave. It would help with their training. she range the bell, and moments later slave Andy rushed in, kow-towed, then stood up rigidly at attention, waiting to serve. Bella laughed at the expression on wanker's face -- jerkoff could of course see nothing, still squashed as he was under Bella's 70" backside. 



Wanker could not help staring, unable to believe that this... this creature represented his own future, what his wife fully intended, with Mistress Bella's help, to turn him into. The man was completely naked. But that was just the beginning. He was also shaven bare from head to toe. A large brass ring had been put through his nose, and smaller rings decorated his nipples. His penis was tightly restrained in a heavy-duty padlocked cock cage. 



"Time for a snack," Bella said casually. 



"Yes, Mistress," said the naked slave, and off he rushed. Moments later, he was back with a laden tray, which he presented to his fat owner. 



"Mmmmm," said Bella as she sampled one of her slave's offerings, a cylindrical pastry. "Reminds me of that little toy between your legs." 



She took hold of the the narrow, heavy iron tube which was screwed tight about her slave's flaccid penis. Total chastity was not just one of Bella's basic slave training principles -- it was basic part of her life -- and therefore of her slave's life! She waggled the trapped penis too and fro playfully. 



"Not that this little toy is played with any more, hmm?" she continued coquettishly. "But maybe -- just maybe! -- if you're very good for the rest of today, then this evening I'll let you do what this new student is doing for me right now. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" 



Bella smiled, and shifted her big fleshy bottom about on the face of the nude and bound husband who was being trained under her broad backside. 



"You like any kind of contact with me, don't you, hmm?" she continued, taunting her permanent slave. "How does it feel to be transformed from a sophisticated, worldy guy into a humble slave obsessed with my body? He-he-he!" 



Slave Andy remained silent, his features carefully composed. He was used to such taunting and teasing about his hopeless condition, but the words still stung. It was true that he was obsessed with his owner's body. Complete sexual deprivation saw to that. The closest he ever came to pleasure was worshipping his owner's body with his mouth. When she had trainees in hand, she enjoyed denying him this, since she got as much oral attention as any girl could want, training her newbies up to be good little body slaves for their wives or girlfriends.