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Chapter 1 - Training Routine

 

In 'The Curse,' I told you about my curse, the desperate need for a cunt on my cock, and how it was cured, by accepting a goddess as my brain, telling me what to do.

She didn't do it, her guards did, and they went to the extreme. I didn't have to think about anything, even things that came naturally to every person, they told me when, and how to do it, right down to finite details. Like, "Pick your panties up, now open them by pulling the sides apart, now lift your leg. The larger area of cloth is at the back, and now slide that leg into the leg opening on the right-hand side, because you lifted your right, leg. Now, lift the left, leg," she instructed me, and so on, finite details.

That was just the dressing, but it went on, everything, I was from now on to do like dress, apply my make-up, clean that was funny, "Pick the duster up now spray the duster gently, not too much, now apply the duster to the table, and move your hand in small circular motions, covering the entire surface with it, now take a clean duster, and polish it in the same way," she told me.

This carried on for a week, as I learned how to look after my Mistress, apart from her telling me every little detail, there were erotic elements as my Mistress's private and personal maid. I also had to bathe her, now that was exciting. Not only did I get to fondle her tits and clit, and what a magnificent pair she had. A handful would be correct, a nice firm, handful, lifting one to bathe underneath it, with my cock reacting; it knew dam well where I was bathing, and began to rise. Again, although covered with a towel this time, I had to lift, and dab it dry underneath, and she was a perfectly formed female, with two of them to wash and dry, individually. A soapy finger in the entrance to her clit, washing it, then a towel covered finger, to dry it, and then finally to ensure there was no soap left up her, the tongue test. I knelt before her, and probed her clit with my tongue, making sure I couldn't taste any soap, left behind.

Now my cock went hard, and throbbing, hoping for the main event, but not at this point in time, just the torment of licking her out, ensuring no soap had been left behind. It was not always like this, as I put her to bed the process was repeated including the massage of the essential oils into her fabulous body, each mound massaged individually, just inside her clit, ensuring every inch of skin, was oiled.

I can only assume that because of the extra massage at bed time, and perhaps the time of day, she rose higher and needed satisfaction.

OK, the instruction was a waste of time, I knew dam well, what was needed, but every little detail had to be imparted, that irritated me, but I had to be, perfect.

Mind you the practicing was great, every night after her massage I had to lie down, and she mounted me. Lying on my back on my bed, obviously, she was not allowed to sleep on a wet bed, so it had to be mine, or the bathroom floor, which was cold.

She straddled me, her clit ready for a deep penetration, she hovered over me. Then so, so slowly she lowered down. I felt the tip entering her, and she held the pose for a moment, then so, so slowly, she encapsulated my cock into her clit, and paused feeling my cock throbbing hard, as if undecided, as to what she, wanted.

Then the long, slow insertion, filling her cunt with my cock, and she settled on my groin with my cock deep inside her throbbing hard. She rose slowly, and descended just as slowly, another slow rise and fall, before she began to speed up. That was until she was ramming me in hard and fast, my condom covered cock sliding in, and out so, so, gracefully, as she crashed into my groin with an, harrumph.

I lay back watching her tits wobbling so delightfully, until she crushed them, squeezing then life out of her nipples between her fingers. On and on she would ride me, racing towards her first orgasm. Now I don't mean to brag, but I was not a quicky fuck, every female on my cock enjoyed more than one orgasm, perhaps, that was why she agreed to, take me, and make me her, sex slave?

On and on she rammed my cock into her cunt hard and fast, until I felt the squirt running off my balls, as she enjoyed her first orgasm. She slowed, rising up my cock to about half way, and stopped. She gave a shudder, her head back, revelling in the orgasmic thrills, as her endorphins raced about, stimulating her. A glow lit her face up, as she hovered there, my cock half way into her cunt as she rode the orgasmic thrills. Then she slowly lowered down again, and rose slowly, before ramming my cock in hard and fast, as she raced towards her second orgasm.

I lay back quite relaxed at this point, the urge was there, but not the demand, while she rammed my cock into her cunt, hard and fast, racing towards a second, orgasm.

Once the orgasmic thrills are released, they race into the female, and the second orgasm doesn't take as long to arrive, and she was no, exception. The second orgasm of the act raced into her as she slowed, and stopped, with my cock half in, and half out of her cunt. She threw her head back, revelling in the orgasmic thrill a second time, and I felt her squirt again, dripping off my balls as she gave her shudder.

Then so slowly, as if fearful of damaging the equipment, she slipped me back into her cunt deep, and satisfying. She rose slowly, but then rammed me in hard, and then she raced off, expecting a third orgasm, and I was not about to disappoint her. I was still quite relaxed, holding on for her, as she rammed me in, hard and fast.

She was panting by now as she rammed me in hard, and she raced towards her third orgasm, which hit her, and she slowed, as the fourth one also hit her as she rose, enjoying the third orgasm.

She rammed me in hard, and tried to rise slowly, but couldn't, her endorphins were now in control, and she just rammed me in hard and fast, riding each orgasm as it hit her, while still ramming my cock into her, hard.

A fifth and sixth erupted, before she told me to, shoot.

"Fucking hell cunt, shoot, it is mind blowing, shoot cunt, shoot," she ordered me, so I obliged, needing to.

"Huh, the, huh, training in, huh, pleasing your Mistress, huh, is acceptable, phew," she told me, as my cock died, and fell out of her cunt, spent.

Now to put it in the vernacular, she was fucked, but being, the slave, I was not allowed to be, and I had to now wash her clit for her, and dress her for bed. Then tuck her in, and leave, going to my room, a broom cupboard with a mattress on the floor for me to sleep on. Once, I had removed my make-up, and dressed for bed, too tired, was not an excuse. I had to be perfect all of the time. To ensure I was, they had installed a camera in my bedroom, she may not watch it at that point in time, but I knew dam well she would do, later.

That first week was tiring, as she pushed me to work quicker, harder, adding extra jobs as each day passed by, trying to break me, making me an automaton, doing just as told, when told, and how told.

She wanted to control my mind, but I was not going to allow that, and although I knew it would mean a sore arse as I failed to do, as told, when told, I was determined not to give her, my mind.

After the first week training me in my duties towards my Mistress, there were three weeks of practice. For this I bathed two guards daily, with the full experience for them, even down to the four orgasms she expected. I gave them to the guards after bathing them, as I was expected to do. My job was to look after my Mistress, which included cleaning her apartment, serving her, her food, and washing up after each meal, which the kitchen prepared, and sent up to her apartment in the dumb waiter.

As I have just said, I also had to bath her, and fuck her, now my trainer, the female I had fucked stupid, and her two guards, when practicing, were very much my idea of a female partner, but what was my Mistress, going to be like?

During the interview, prior to them accepting, my scenario, I had seen several females, and all were of, or to, my taste, shall we say. Not perfect, but who is?

I was taken in shackles to the panel who would decide upon my Mistress, and they were definitely, not to my liking, older, not old, but older, too old for a twenty something male, shall we say? They were also not as shapely as I would like, but I had agreed to this, so I had to accept who-so-ever they decided upon. I knelt there in front of the panel, my head bowed in submission to them, waiting for their decision with, as they say, bated breath.

A female entered the stage to the left, and walked to the middle, now she was very much to my liking, what a sexy bitch she was, big tits, slim waist, and nice, shapely hips. She had the aura they all seem to have, of being in total control of any, situation.

"Mistress, I am very pleased to appoint you to a Madam, with control of the establishment in Devon, you have worked very hard, and deserve, the promotion," the central female said.

"Thank you, governors, for the opportunity to use the skills your excellent teachings have taught me. Seeing as I was to have the slave as my personal maid, may I suggest that Mistress Agony, be promoted to house Mistress, in my place. She has also worked very hard to achieve the standards we expect, and succeeding, in my humble opinion," the female said.

"Guards, take the slave down into the dungeon, and secure it in the cells, while we now discuss this change in the situation. Mistress Pain, being promoted, and opening up a vacancy for a new house Mistress," the woman in the centre of the stage said.

The guards led me by the lead to my collar down into the dungeons, and into a cell with a cage in it. They pushed me in the cage, and shackled me to the bars, closed and locked the cage door, then closed and locked the outer door, making sure I was, secured, very much so.

I had about six feet of movement in the shackles, and a chair to sit on, they fed me lunch, and left me while the panel discussed the situation. I half expected to be there for a few days even, while the panel made up their minds, but it was not to be. As they removed the empty plate following my dinner, the guards came for me, and led me back into, the audience room.

They took me to the front, I curtseyed, as expected to, then knelt down bowing my head in submission to them, and waited.

"We have considered the appointment of a new House Mistress very carefully. It is a very important step in the career of a Mistress, in this company. We are very impressed with the achievements of Mistress Agony, in her training of slaves, and have decided to appoint her to, House Mistress, and you will attend her, as her personal maid. Mistress Agony please take possession of your property, to have and to hold, for as long as the contract, lasts," the woman in the middle of the group said, and my trainer entered stage left.

"Exalted Panel, I thank you, for the opportunity you have given me, I accept the slave as my property, and will feed, clothe, and protect it, for as long as the contract lasts," she said formally, and turned to me, she picked up the lead, and tugged on it, telling me to follow her, which I did.

I must say, I was pleased with their choice, she was my trainer, and having fucked her, bathed her, and cut her food up for her, it meant that I would not have to learn the idiosyncrasies of a different person, I already knew, hers.