Domination/submission Erotica
"The Training of Elizabeth, Part II," a Licorice Whips Slave Story by Sumiko
Elizabeth woke at dawn to the presence of a man looming over her bed. Bleary eyed, she peered up at the dark figure; he wore chaps, a black leather mask covered his face, a studded leather vest hugged his well defined chest. A whip made of black leather straps rested comfortably in his hands. A tingle of fear and anticipation made its way through her body.
Her boss' voice came from behind the leather mask. "Get out of bed Elizabeth, it is time to continue your training."
She arose from the bed, feeling weak with fear. He allowed her to urinate, gave her a cup of coffee and he sat in a large stuffed chair and demanded she kneel before him. Cupping her breasts in his hands he began to explain the rules.
"Elizabeth, if you wish to continue to work for me, this is what I expect of you. First, each morning I will come to you as I did this morning. I will expect that you arise and clean yourself, brush your teeth, shower. You will have an enema, and then I will insert what I feel to be an acceptable object into your anus; this will change on any given morning. You will then dress in the attire I choose for you. This too will depend on my desires of the day.
"Second, you will be brought to the kitchen for a light breakfast: coffee and a bit of bread and fruit. We will read the newspaper together. We will discuss what we have read and I will quiz you on your knowledge of world affairs. You will be expected to study those areas where you lack knowledge, and eventually I will expect that we have informed discussions in which you will have formulated educated opinions.
"I will then position you for your morning discipline. I will sit in this chair as I am now and you will position yourself over my knees so that I can soundly spank your bottom until it is bright red to my satisfaction. If you attempt to cover your bottom, or if you try to move out of the path of my discipline, you will be tied up and whipped. You may cry, but any other displays will be severely punished.
"This will be how you pass your morning every day from now on. You will be trained, my lovely Elizabeth, to accept my discipline and eventually you will do my wishes, whatever they may be, with no reservation.
"After the morning discipline, chores will begin. Each morning you will be handed a list of daily chores, and often I will contact you from work to tell you any additional expectations I may have that must be completed by the time I return. When I arrive, I will inspect everything you have done. If you pass, I will reward you. If there is anything amiss, anything that doesn't meet my satisfaction, then the evening will be one of severe punishment. I look forward to the time you disobey me, I imagine even now the marks on your ample ass, back, thighs and breasts...so think long and hard before defying me.
"I will occasionally bring home guests. I expect you to be a giving hostess and pleasure them in any way that I direct you to. Any protest of such action will be met with discipline and discipline by my guests, some of whom you should be aware are more severe than myself.
"Now Elizabeth, do you understand your duties, and do you accept?"
"I do." She lowered her head and glanced at his strong hands as they massaged her breasts, such kindness.
"Well then, Elizabeth, let's begin our morning routine."
As he described, she was bathed and given an enema. Her boss chose a solid, black anal plug to insert into her bottom. It was the smallest of the three he presented to her but he promised they would use the larger ones in days to come. He ordered her to bend over the bed and spread her legs wide. He applied a dab of lube to her tiny puckered anus and slowly worked the plug into the hilt. She gasped with every motion, and when she stood she felt as if she would not be able to walk.
"Don't worry, you will grow accustomed. Try to imagine that is me in there, perhaps you will derive some pleasure." He then handed her the attire he had chosen, a simple black dress. "No underwear today, just slip this on over your head." The dress barely came to below the bottom of her butt cheeks. She knew that if she bent to pick anything from the floor, not only would her privates be exposed, but all the world would see the large black base of the anal plug protruding from her bum.
"Now Elizabeth, since you've already had your coffee this morning and because I'm quite pleased with how you look in that dress, let's begin our morning discipline." He ordered her over his lap and she complied reluctantly. He rubbed her bottom gently until she moaned over his lap. It felt so good and she felt a warm wetness spreading between her thighs and her bottom started rising up toward him; she desired his touch.
"Oh, you like this Elizabeth," he said and his fingers softly touched her wet pussy. She ground her hips down hard, trying to insert his fingers into her vagina. He withdrew his hand, and then the spanking began. It was methodical, first one cheek then the other, light slaps initially, then increasing firmness. Her bottom was burning with pain; she instinctively reached behind her to cover herself with her hands. She was greeted with the sharp slap of the leather strap, a shock to her as she had just accustomed to herself to the slap of his hand. "Elizabeth, what did I tell you about covering yourself? That is your only warning."
"Ouch!" she cried out, but the leather strap repeatedly slapped at her bottom over and over, one side first, then the other. Then, as suddenly as it began, it stopped. Burning in pain, she sighed with relief. Her face was buried in the arm of the chair, her ass exposed to his abuse. His strong arms held her firmly in place.
She felt his fingers touching her pussy once again, and then she felt him spreading her pussy lips apart. A large, cool item was being slowly pushed into her; it caused a stretching sensation as it tried to fit into her pussy hole made ever smaller by the plug in her anus. But it felt so good. She wriggled, trying to take the whole thing in. As if he sensed her burning desire, he withdrew it, leaving her longing for it.
The slap of the leather strap once again. Over and over, again and again. "Oh!" she cried, "Please, please..." she moaned and cried. He held her down firmly and continued to strike her. Then again it stopped and the cool object slid up into her pussy again. She gasped with desire. He started to fuck her slowly with the phallus, then faster and faster. Her pussy pushed into it as it fucked her. Suddenly, he took hold of the anal plug and withdrew it, causing her to squirt her juices all over her master's leg. Spasming in satisfaction she sighed and went limp.
"You are a very good girl Elizabeth," he said rubbing her juices over her sore bottom. "This is a very good start."
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Copyright November 2005, Sumiko (originally published November 2005 - "Taboo!")
Published with permission from author on OystersandChocolate.com. Copying or reprinting this work in part or in whole without permission is illegal.
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