Trish's Training

I thought I'd share with you (and your visitors) a story about an experience I had recently.

I was taking some courses at a local university. I'm in my early 30's, so naturally I was older than most of the other students. Like any campus, this one had an ample supply of attractive co-eds, but I never paid much attention to many of them being that I was in a relationship at the time and most of the young women seemed to be lacking in maturity.

The woman that I was seeing at the time was into chastity and discipline. I was sitting in a lecture hall waiting for class to start when I checked my Blackberry and found a message from her. It was something to the effect that she had been naughty that day (unauthorized masturbation, so I sent off a brief reply to let her know that she would be punished and that I would be locking her in her chastity belt for a week. I wasn't thinking much as I sent it, but after I had sent it something made me look behind me and there was a young co-ed sitting in the row behind me and to my left. As I looked back at her, she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She immediately looked away as I turned, and began blushing somewhat. I figured she may have been looking over my shoulder as I was sending the message, but I didn't care. I pretty much forgot about the incident after a few minutes, and concentrated on the professor's lecture. After class, the girl quickly scurried out of the classroom.

The next day I happened to bump into her in the hall, and she shyly said 'hi'. I replied with an obligatory hello, but nothing more than that. She was cute, but no cuter than dozens of other young women running around campus. Cute face, nice body, but nothing to write home about.

The course ended a few weeks later, and then summer started. A few weeks into summer, I happened to check my university email account, and low and behold there was an email from 'Trish'. It read:

Hi Greg,

My name is Trish. You may not know who I am, but I sat behind you in Econ lecture last semester.

I know this may sound very nosey of me, but I happened to oversee a message that you were sending on your Blackberry during class. I couldn't help but notice that you were sending it to a woman and you were talking about chastity belts and punishing her. This has been a secret fantasy of mine for as long as I can remember, and when I happened to see you writing this message, my world just stopped!

Now its weeks later, and I still can't get this out of my mind. That's why I'm emailing you. I'd really like to learn more about this underground world. I'd love for you to email me back... But, if I'm being a bother please forgive me and I won't bother you again.

Trish

I remembered the incident a few weeks ago, and I remembered who she was. I decided to reply:

Trish

Meet me at 9 PM tonight at the Carnegie Tavern.

Greg

I figured most likely she would probably chicken out, but if she happened to show up, the Carnegie Tavern is a nicer place in town where we could sit down and have a few drinks and talk fairly privately. I got there around 8:45 and asked the maitre d' for a table away from the other patrons. I sat down and had a few drinks, and low and behold Trish arrived promptly at 9:00.

She had obviously spent a lot of time getting her self ready. She had dressed to show off her body with a short denim skirt and a tight top that showed off her chest. She was small, probably 5'3" and no more than 100 pounds. She was more attractive than I had remembered, and I noticed she was carrying an expensive bag and was wearing expensive jewelry. I figured she must come from a well-to-do family. She walked over and sat down nervously.

I got right to the point. "So, Trish, what is so exciting to you about female chastity and submission?" I asked.

She blushed slightly, then began explaining that she has always been a 'spoiled brat', as she put it. It turned out that she was 20 years old, and she had lost her virginity at age 17. She always got what she wanted in life, whether it was from her parents (both of them were successful attorneys) or the guys that she dated.

The waitress came by, and I ordered drinks for each of us and some food.

Trish continued to explain that she was also a 'sex-aholic'. She loved sex, although often felt unsatisfied with the guys that she slept with. As a result, she had a chronic masturbation habit - masturbating several times a day. In fact, she even carried a small, quiet vibrator (which she showed me) in her pocketbook, and frequently used it in the stalls of public ladies room.

She continued to explain that her love for sex has earned her a reputation for being 'easy', often screwing guys on the first date - although it usually ends up in a let down for her, and she finds herself in the bathroom afterwards with her vibrator while the guy is sleeping.

She was really opening up a lot about herself, and I continued to listen.

Trish explained that all of the above had lead her to a state of depression. She had been to a few therapists to talk about her problems, but none of them could relate. Then came the interesting part. She said that she knew exactly what she needed, and its something that none of the guys that she dated could possibly understand. Trish went on to explain that she thought that both problems (her bratty attitude and her insatiable sex drive) were related, and that what she needed was an authoritative man in her life that could take charge of her and enforce on her the discipline that she needed to break her out of her habits. She then corrected herself - "I don't need it... I CRAVE it". She said.

She continued to explain that none of the guys that she dated were mature enough to even remotely relate to this, and that they were interested in little more than a blow job or getting laid. When she oversaw me working on my Blackberry, it rocked her world because what she saw was exactly what she craved.

"I'm wondering if... maybe you are that man... ", she said looking down, almost inaudibly.

I told her that her perceptions were very astute. I explained to her that she was correct that her behavior and attitude could be modified by a man that understood her needs and understood how to properly administer a training program of discipline and enforced chastity.

"Curing your masturbation habit is the easy part", I explained to her. "A well crafted chastity device would prevent sex, masturbation, or any sexual stimulation whatsoever. Your hungry pussy would just stew inside the locked device". I noticed a small gulp as I explained this to Trish.

"Getting rid of your spoiled-brat attitude is a little more difficult", I continued. "You've always been pampered, and you've always gotten whatever you want in life. Now you have come to expect to expect nothing less. To get rid of this expectation, you must get used to doing things that you find unpleasant instead of doing only what you want to do, and having things done to you that you find distasteful, instead of being pampered. In essence, the opposite of what you are used to. Part of the program will involve exactly this. This will be most difficult for you."

I continued, "Discipline will need to be administered in the event that you fail to meet the required expectations of you. The discipline will be harsh - unlike anything you would have ever experienced during your pampered life."

Her breathing changed noticeably as I explained this to her, and I noticed that she had started to move her finger in small circular motions over the tip of her straw - no doubt a subliminal response to what I was saying. I figured the circular motion of her finger probably mirrored her masturbation technique. She sat silently, listening, her eyes staring straight down. I noticed her shifting her position in her seat, almost squirming. There was no doubt a fire starting to burn in her panties. I paused to let her digest what I was saying. She took a sip of her drink, then looked up at me.

"I'm willing... ", she said quietly.

I told her that she better take some time to think about it before rushing into anything. Furthermore, I wasn't sure if I was ready to commit myself to taking on this 'project'.

"Think about this carefully for a day or two, and then email me if you are still interested", I told her.

We finished our drinks, I paid the tab. I walked her to her car and she thanked me for taking the time to talk with her.

The next day, she emailed:

Greg

Thanks for last night.

I thought about what you said, and this is really what I want. I hope you are willing to be my 'personal trainer'...

Trish

I replied and told her to meet me again, same place, same time.

She arrived, prompt as the previous night. Again, she was dressed to impress. Another short skirt, and a top that was even tighter and showed even more cleavage than last night's. She was obviously wearing a push-up bra. She sat down, nervously cracking a smile.

I begin by asking Trish a few more questions.

"Do you have any piercings?", I asked.

"Yes. My bellybutton and my left nipple are pierced", she said, somewhat mischievously.

"How many men have you slept with?"

"11"

"How many guys have you given head?"

"Many more... ."

"Have you ever had anal sex?", I asked. "NO!", She responded with a somewhat astonished look on her face, like she had just eaten something bad.

"When was your last period?"

"It just finished two days ago", she replied.

I explained to her that for me to take on the responsibility of training her would be a huge commitment on my part, both in terms of time and energy. She nodded to indicate she understood.

That being the case, I explained, "You will be expected to comply with whatever is asked of you without hesitation, no matter how unpleasant or distasteful you find it. There will be times when you fail to meet expectations. This is OK as long as you try. In these cases, you will be disciplined. But, if you fail to meet expectations because you didn't try, then all bets are off and your training program will end immediately."

"Yes, Sir", she replied in a soft voice.

Fortunately, I am fairly well-off as a result of having started and sold several small companies, so I could afford to pay the costs involved in this 'project', and devote the time required.

"Should we agree to do this", I continued, "I will have a special chastity device custom made for you, and your pussy will be locked in the chastity device on day one. This way I will have complete control of your pussy, and I will control when you cum, how you cum, and how often you cum."

I noticed another gulp, and again I noticed the circular pattern of Trish's finger on the tip of her straw, like the previous night. However, this time the motion was faster and the small circles were tighter. I continued, "You will be locked in the device initially for a minimum of two weeks. After two weeks, I will decide if you have earned the privilege of cumming, based on your progress". She nodded again, indicating that she was absorbing what I was saying.

I continued, "Now, just because you cannot get any sexual satisfaction does not mean that I can't. In exchange for me training you, you will be expected to serve me sexually using your mouth during your training".

Trish nodded in agreement. "Yes, Sir", she replied, this time in a somewhat stronger voice. This didn't seem to be pose problem for her whatsoever.

I continued to explain about the chastity device. "The chastity device will require you to have several more piercings. These will be made around your vaginal area, and rings will be inserted through these piercings. Your chastity device will lock to these rings. This way, your chastity device will be far less bulky and cumbersome than chastity belts for women that you may have seen pictures of. This is important since you will be wearing it for extended periods of time. It is also much more secure. It will have a small drainage hole for urination purposes, and it will have to be removed each day for cleaning and hygiene purposes".

I paused for a second to let her think about everything I had just said. Then, I asked her again if she was sure she wanted to do this.

She looked up at me, and without any hesitation in her voice, she said, "Yes, I am totally sure".

"Very well", I said. I wrote down directions on the back of a napkin to my house on the other side of town. "Be there at 8 PM sharp. Be sure to have your pussy completely shaved, because you'll be getting your piercings."

I paid the bill and walked her to her car, like the night before. When we got to her car, she unlocked it with her remote, and I opened the door for her to get in. As I stood holding the door, she unexpectedly hugged me, burying her face in my chest for several minutes. I heard a small sob, then she looked up at me with her big brown eyes and said "Thank You... Thank you, thank you, thank you... " I held her for a minute or two, and told her that it was not going to be easy, but it will be worth it. She replied saying, "I know, I know it will... This means so much to me... ". At that, she got in her car and drove off.

The next morning, I called a well regarded body piercer from New York City (about 100 miles away). I arranged for him to be at my house at 7:30 PM, so that he would be there when Trish showed up, and this gave me a chance to explain to him what was going on. Trish arrived promptly at 8 PM. I let her in, and I introduced her to Bill. She shook his hand awkwardly, as if she was being introduced to him at a party. I told Trish to remove everything from the waist down, and I pointed to a large upholstered chair in the center of the room where she should sit. I had raised the chair by placing it on top of several milk crates, so that Trish's pussy would be at a comfortable height for Bill to do his work. Without hesitation, she removed her skirt. Conveniently, she was not wearing panties. Wearing just a thin white tank top, she walked over to the large chair, and sat down. Instinctively, she crossed her legs, but I immediately instructed her to place each of her legs over the large, cushioned arms of the chair, thus exposing her clean shaven pussy. Using thin cotton rope, I proceeded to bind her ankles to the front legs of the chair so that she wouldn't be able to give into the temptation to close her legs as Bill was doing his work.

Trish seemed to be in a state of sub-space as she sat back in the large leather chair with her legs spread wide apart and bound. She obviously was not wearing a bra under the thin tank top, as her nipples were now quite erect and noticeable poking through the thin material pulled taught over her ample breasts. Her labia were now relaxed and opened to reveal her tiny button, and her moist insides.

I pulled up a small rolling chair with a height adjustment for Bill to use as he did his work. I proceeded to instruct Bill in a very business-like fashion. "We'll need two piercings just above her vagina with small rings", I said. "Then, four vertical rings spaced evenly on each side of her labia, also with small rings. And, finally, the last one just below her vagina - between her vagina and her rectum. We'll need a larger ring there". Trish didn't say a word.

Bill sat down, adjusted the chair, and got right to work. We was a consummate professional - proceeding in a workman-like style. I'm sure it's not every day that he works inches from a young, attractive woman's aroused vagina. But, you would not have known it by looking at him. He just went about his work as if it were any other job.

Trish was very good. She let out a few soft gasps as Bill pushed the needle through the sensitive skin around her sex, but she didn't scream or thrash. He inserted small gold rings through each of the first 10 piercings. When it came time to do the last piercing - through the thicker skin between her pussy and her asshole, she let out a stifled but noticeable "OUCH!" as he pushed his needle through and inserted a large, thick gold ring.

Bill applied rubbing alcohol to all of the piercings, and advised Trish on aftercare. I paid Bill and he left. I then proceeded to take exact measurements of the distance between the piercings so that the chastity device would mate with the rings just right. Bill said that the piercings would need time to heal before we could install the chastity device. Trish would come back in 5 days. This would give me time to have the device made, and provide time for the piercings to heal. released Trish. She put her clothes on and we sat down and talked for a while at my place. She told me about her childhood, and how her parents were always too busy with their careers to spend much time with her or her siblings (she was the oldest). She explained that they tried to make up for this with expensive gifts, clothes etc. We talked well into the night - about a wide range of topics. Then, she left.

The following day I met with a jeweler that has done work for me in the past and makes fantastic custom jewelry. I showed him the measurements and explained to him what I wanted. Over the next few days, He proceeded to manufacture a beautiful piece made of 18k gold. It had 11 individual locks (all operated by the same key), each which would latch to one of the rings in Trish's skin around the perimeter of her pussy. It was concave in shape, so that it curved outward slightly, making it impossible for her to rub herself against the inside of it. It had a tiny hole near the base to allow urine to drain.

I figured the 18k gold was a nice touch - a small consolation to Trish knowing her taste for the finer things in life. On a more practical note, I wanted something that would not tarnish with urine or other fluids.

As arranged, Trish came back 5 days later. She knew this was D-Day, and she looked more nervous than I had ever seen her - like a student who was unprepared for a final exam. I told her she still had a chance to back out, but without hesitation she insisted that she wanted to go through with it. I again asked her to strip from the waist down and stand in the middle of the room, which she did without further a due. I proceeded to cuff her hands together in front of her. Then, I commanded her to raise her hands over her head, and using a short rope, I proceeded to tie her cuffed hands to a hook in the ceiling over her head. Then, I cuffed each of her ankles to a long spreader bar, forcing her to keep her legs spread wide apart. Again, she seemed to be in a state of sub space, her eyes almost closed and her breathing heavy. The piercings had fully healed. Again, her labia were relaxed and open.

"I hope you treated yourself to plenty of orgasms in the last few days, because you're not going to have that luxury for quite a while", I said in a sarcastic tone.

"Yes, I did.." she admitted, somewhat shyly.

I pulled the box from the jeweler from a drawer, walked over to where Trish was standing, and opened the box so she could see inside.

"It's beautiful!", she exclaimed. "It's solid gold!"

"Yes. Nothing but the finest for you", I replied. She smiled, appreciatively.

I proceeded to fasten each of the latches on the device to the rings through Trish's piercings. The device fit perfectly, just large enough to cover Trish's vagina, but no larger than it had to be. Trish smiled as I proceeded to lock each of the locks, finishing with the larger 'master' lock at the bottom that locked to the large ring between her pussy and her asshole.

I untied Trish's hands and uncuffed them. Her hands immediately went to the device now imprisoning her pussy. Her fingers darted over the rigid metal plate, trying to find any possible way of circumventing the device. The rings were too close together to allow her to sneak a finger between them. Pressing on the plate itself had no affect because of the space between her sex and the concave curvature of the piece. Frustrated, she slowly began to accept her predicament, as I unlocked her ankles from the spreader bar.

Trish put her clothes back on (jeans this time). She remarked how the device was completely unnoticeable under her jeans. Again we talked late into the night about a variety of topics. I explained to her that tonight I wanted her to be fitted into her new device, but tomorrow the real training would start. She understood.

I reminded her that part of our agreement was that she was to service me orally. Without hesitation, she proceeded to open my fly, kneel down on her knees in front of the chair where I was sitting, and take me in her mouth. Her technique was fair, but she used the trick that many women use when giving head - where they use their right hand to stroke the base of the cock so that they don't have to take the man's entire cock in their mouth. I quickly reprimanded Trish for this. Somewhat shocked, she looked up at me with her big brown eyes with my cock still in her mouth. I explained to her that her nose should touch right below my belly button each time she went down.. Now, with her hand removed, she tried to take me deeper in her mouth, but Trish still came at least an inch short of taking me fully in her mouth. I told her that this was unacceptable and that she would have to be punished for this tomorrow. She blushed as she continued to administer the blow job, trying as best she could to take as much of me in her mouth as possible. But, clearly this was not something that she was used to doing even through she indicated earlier that she was quite experienced in giving head. Eventually, I shot my load in her mouth, and she swallowed. She cleaned my off with her tongue, and a somewhat relieved look came across her face, as she packed my flaccid cock back in my pants. "I'll try harder next time, I promise", she said. I replied, "I know you will. You'll receive your punishment for tonight's sub-par performance tomorrow". "Yes, Sir", she replied.

With that, she got her things together and left.

The next day, I couldn't help thinking of poor Trish. Her pussy - so used to cumming every day, multiple times each day - locked away in its cruel prison. I could just imagine how it must be stewing in there. And, to make matters worse, she knew that she would be receiving her first dose of discipline that evening. I thought of how her mind must be racing with the suspense of knowing it was coming but not knowing what to expect.

Prompt as usual, Trish arrived at my place at the designated time. I let her in, and ordered her to remove everything, except the high heels she was wearing. She complied without hesitation. Again I bound her like I had the previous night. Standing in the center of the room, hands cuffed and bound to the ceiling overhead, legs spread wide.

I explained to her that first we would need to take care of hygiene issues with her chastity device. I placed a large pan between her legs beneath her, and I unlocked each of the locks holding the gold device to the rings in her skin, and removed the device. A few drops of urine dripped into the pan as I removed the device. I inspected the piercings for any sign of infection, and there were none. I produced a water bottle with a mild soapy solution, and handed this to Trish to use to use to clean her self as I temporarily released her hands. While she cleaned herself, I washed the device off in the sink in the bathroom off to the side of the room, keeping one eye on her to be sure she was not touching herself inappropriately. With everything clean, I proceeded to re-lock her pussy back in the cruel device. Trish let out a small moan - a mixture of disappointment and demise - as I locked her back in her prison.

"Now, time for your punishment", I said to Trish matter of factly. I commanded her to walk over to the large plush leather chair, where she sat when she had her piercings done. It was quite a site watching her walk in her high heels with her legs still held apart by the two-foot spreader bar, but she managed awkwardly make her way over to the chair. I had her position her self behind the back of the large chair, and bend forward over the top of the chair. Then, I proceeded to cuff her hands in front of her and tie her cuffed hands to a cross brace between the front legs of the chair. Bent over like this, propped up in her high heels with her legs spread wide, her small firm ass was perfectly presented to receive the discipline that I had in store for Trish.

I walked over to the closet on the other side of the large room, and produced a wooden paddle. Trish's eye's nearly popped out of her head when she saw the paddle, but she did not utter a word. I positioned myself behind Trish's upturned bottom, and explained to Trish that she would be receiving 5 strokes for last night's sub-par blow job performance.

The first stroke was moderate, not too hard, but hard enough to get her attention. She let out a stifled 'Ouch' as it landed.

The next stroke was harder.

"Ow! Fuck, that hurts!", she blurted out as it landed.

The next three strokes were much harder, and by the end she was bawling. I released her hands. She immediately sprang upright and her hands lutched her reddened ass as if to rub away some of the pain. I unlocked her legs from the spreader bar, and she danced around the room for a minute or two still rubbing and clutching her punished rear.

As Trish continued to massage her ass with her hands, I produced a large, thick rubber dildo which I had fixed to the base of a table. The dildo was considerably longer and thicker than an average cock, and had thick veins coursing the length of its shaft. Fixed to the table base, it pointed straight up and would be about chin height for Trish when she knelt in front of it. As I placed the ominous display in the center of the room, and Trish had a concerned look on her face. I cuffed her hands behind her.

"Since your blow job technique is somewhat lacking, this is for you to practice with.", I explained. "Now, kneel in front of this, and suck it like you are sucking me".

Trish knelt in front of the 7+ inch shaft, and went down on it as far as she could.

"Take it deeper", I ordered.

She took it as deep as she could. I could hear a gagging sound as the head of the large plastic cock hit her tonsils.

"That's better. Now keep bobbing - up and down".

I made myself comfortable on the sofa and turned on the TV, as Trish continued to give the plastic cock the best head that she had ever performed in her life. She was taking it as deep as she possibly could. By now, almost the whole shaft was disappearing in her mouth each time she went down on it. She was a fast learner.

"I want you to keep this up for 20 minutes", I told Trish as I found the ball game on ESPN. Trish continued to bob up and down on the thick shaft with her hands bound behind her (so as not to supplement her technique with her hands as she had done the previous evening). As she worked, I watched the last 2 innings of the Pirates and the Dodgers. I found it entertaining to watch Trish work like a machine on the thick plastic cock when the game got slow.

Finally, 20 minutes were up and the game ended. I told Trish she could stop, and I uncuffed her hands. Her mouth was obviously fatigued as she continued to stretch her jaw for several minutes after her cock sucking exercise had ended.

I invited Trish to help herself to something to drink, and sit down on the sofa next to me when she was ready. She did so, and in a few minutes came and sat down next to me. We talked.

She talked about her first day locked in chastity. "I was so horny all day today", she said. "I don't think I have gone a whole day without touching myself since I was 12 years old. It was so frustrating for me... "

Then she talked about the spanking that I administered. "It hurt so bad... My whole ass was stinging. I've never been spanked like that... " Then, ironically, she thanked me. "Thanks so much for punishing me. I really needed to be taught a lesson... ."

Then she thanked me for the cock sucking exercise. "I hope I am much a much better cock sucker now. I didn't realize how much I had to learn.."

She continued to talk about experience, and how humiliating it was for her, yet how important it was to her. She was genuinely thankful for me taking the time to train her, chastise her, and discipline her. We talked deep into the night once again.

As her training went on, we frequently talked at length after her sessions. She shared her feeling during these conversations, and it was important to have that kind of relationship with Trish. It cannot be just about discipline.

I asked her if her ass was still sore, and she said it was. I asked her if she would like me to apply an ointment to her skin to help the healing, and she said she would. She bent over the same chair where I had administered the spanking, and I applied a liberal amount of the clear ointment to her still-reddened ass. She thanked me.

She slept over that night. We went to sleep in my bed. She slept like kitten, cuddled up next to me with her face buried in my chest. During the night, I noticed her right hand clutching the metal plate over sex-deprived pussy.

When we woke up, I asked her for head. She immediately began, and sure enough - the training had worked. She was now going all the way down on me, without using her hands on my shaft. I soon released in her mouth. As she swallowed, I remarked about her newfound technique, and she beamed with pride from the compliment.

She made breakfast and waited on me (her idea) wearing just her high heels and her tank top (and of course the ever-present cage over her sex). Then she left for the day to return that night.

Her training progressed over the next few nights. Each night started with her cleaning procedure where I bound her in the center of the room and removed her cage for cleaning. I noticed that her pussy was always moist in the cage whenever I removed it - a sign that she was now in constant heat.

Most nights ended with us staying up and talking for a while after we finished her training and she gave me head. She stayed over regularly, and I usually got head from her in the morning as well. By now, the head that she gave me was nothing short of exquisite.

One night, after she had been locked in the cage for about a week, I decided to do something interesting. As she was using the water bottle to clean herself, I purposely took my eye off her (or so she thought) as I went to wash the cage off in the sink. Unbeknownst to her, I could see her in the mirror above the sink. With my back turned to her, so she thought I wasn't looking, I saw Trish in the mirror touching her self using her middle finger on her clit. I watched for several moments as she worked slowly at first, then faster. Her eyes began to close, her head began tilting back, and her breathing began getting deeper as she continued to work. I let it go on for a little while longer...

Then, I spun around, "That the hell do you think you're doing?"

Trish looked like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar (... .well, I guess you could say she did have her hand in the cookie jar!)

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!", she stammered.

But it was too late. I immediately ordered her over the back of the 'spanking chair' and gave her 10 hard whacks with the paddle. While doing so, I informed her, "One more week." She knew exactly what that meant.

After the first 5 strokes from the paddle, she was bawling and tearing uncontrollably. So, for the last 5 I inserted a large red ball gag in her mouth. The red ball glistened with saliva and drool as I administered the final strokes. Her ass was fire-red when I was done.

Another night, I decided to do something even more cruel than baiting her into playing with herself. Trish was bound, and her cage was removed for its ritual cleaning. When she finished cleaning her self, I cuffed her hands to the hook in the ceiling above her head. Then, I did something she never thought I would do. I produced a small vibrator, and begen using it on her dripping, sex-starved pussy. Inserting just the tip inside her, I slowly teased her. Ever so slowly, I began to give her just a little more of what she was so hungry for. She begged me to put it inside her deeper.

I continued to tease Trish ignoring her pleas. She began thrusting her hips now, as if trying to fuck the vibrator. I teased her by pulling it out of her for a few seconds, then again inserting it in her. Every once in a while, I would touch the tip of the vibrator to her swollen clit, and she would buck uncontrollably. This went on for several minutes, but I was careful not to push her too close to the edge. Her moaning was getting faster now, and her pussy was literally dripping with her juices. I could tell she was close to cumming.

I smiled at her, pulled the vibrator out of her pussy, and proceeded to lock her back inside her cage. As I did so, Trish, in a moment of weakness and frustration exclaimed, "You son of a bitch!".

Again, she was punished. 10 hard strokes with the paddle, another week added to her chastity.

As the training session went on, I began to devise new ways to work on the attitude adjustment part of the program. Trish was so used to being treated like a princess all her life - always getting what she wanted and having everything served to her on a silver platter. So, it was important for her to start getting used to more unpleasant experiences and learning that she can't always get everything she wants. To get her used to this, Trish is my dog several nights a week.

On doggie nights, Trish must act like a dog, and she is trained like a dog. She is completely nude (except for her ever-present chastity cage, of course), and she must go around on all fours. She must only make doggie sounds, and not people sounds. She drinks her water and eats her food from a bowl on the floor. She must obey simple commands like 'sit' and 'roll over'.

Many nights I watch the ball game while Trish is my dog. She sits on the floor in front of my chair as I watch the game. During commercials I throw her bone across the room and she fetches it.

It's quite a contrast from what she is used to, being treated like a dog instead of a princess. There were a few times in the beginning when she didn't obey quite the way she should have, and she was punished. But now, she is very well trained.

Trish says that the doggie training is the most humiliating part of the entire process. After all, think about how it must feel for her, coming from her background, to be forced to crawl around on all fours, bark like a dog. But it has really helped her to get rid of her spoiled, bratty, attitude. She has expressed profound thanks to me for this training.

One night, when I was administering a spanking for one of her transgressions, I decided that she should experience something else that she was sure to find distasteful. She was still bound over the 'spanking chair' - her reddened ass wonderfully presented, and her legs spread wide. Without her being able to see behind her, I glazed my finger with a liberal coat of Vaseline.

Then, I touched her where she least expected to be touched. Trish's whole body stiffened as the tip of my glazed finger touched the outer ring of her puckered little virgin hole. But, bound the way she was, there was little she could do to defend her self other than to tense up. I pressed a little firmer, and the tip of my finger now began to penetrate her tightly clenched ring. She let out a soft cry, "No... ... ..", as her muscles gripped down on my invading finger. She sobbed as I pressed on, and now my entire finger tip was intruding her most forbidden of places... .

I pulled back, and she exhaled deeply. Then I forced my finger back inside her once again, this time deeper than before. She tensed up again, squeezing as hard as she could, but was unable to keep my invading finger from entering her.

I repeatedly pulled out, and entered her with my finger several times, each time going slightly deeper. Soon, her muscles fatigued, and she gave in to the inevitable. I was now fucking her asshole with the full length of my finger as she sobbed in defeat.

We spent a lot of time talking that night. Trish talked about how defeated she felt from the experience, but she understood that it was just another part of her training - another step in learning to experience things that she found unpleasant as opposed to having what she wanted handed to her on a silver platter. She thanked me for taking her anal virginity. We finished talking, she gave me head and fell asleep with her head on my chest. As I dozed off, I couldn't help but to marvel at the very surreal - but yet very real - facts of what was taking place here. This hot little spoiled minx was now completely subservient to me. I now owned her pussy, and I her orgasms are completely at my will. She is my dog. When she misbehaves, I discipline her. I violated her anally. And, she thanks me for everything.

To be continued.

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