"Stand as you see Brenda stand. Feet two feet apart, hands clasped behind your back. This will be your default stance. Understood?"

I nod my head tentatively as I spread my feet apart and clasp my hands behind me.

"Good girl. You shall always address me as Miss Locke from now on. Take off that dress for me."

I tentatively pull the dress over my head, displaying my body to my new mistress. I feel as exposed and naked as I ever have. The thought of her being my mistress brings on another round of quivers.

She walks around me slowly, examining, but not touching. After several laps, she stops behind me and whispers in my ear, " You have a great body, very strong and lean." She traces her fingers along the curve of my shoulder and along my back. "You have a tight, sexy ass," she says as she runs her fingers ever so lightly over my butt. I am visibly shaking now.

Moving around again to the front, she runs her fingers up my flat stomach to the underside of my breasts. "You breasts are much larger than I had anticipated. I like you long hard nipples. No wonder you wear those thick bras and the oversized clothes.you are trying to hide these slut nipples of yours, aren't you?"

I am ashamed and humiliated by her degrading comments, and more importantly, by how true they were. And despite this unimaginable position I am now in, I feel an exhilarating rush that more intense than anything I have ever experienced.

She flicks my sensitive nipples a few times before trailing her supple fingers down to my vagina. She smirks as she feels the wetness between my legs. Her touch sends waves of exciting sensations through my sex and I am shocked at how horny I am becoming. She uses her fingertip to rub my clit in light circles, driving me insane with need. Her experienced touch drives me quickly towards an orgasm. My breathing increases as I rapidly approach the edge. She stops right before the moment of bliss. I can't help but release a deep groan of frustration.

"Perfect. You will be a better pet than I had hoped for. Brenda, please prepare my room while I explain the some things to our new pet."

I am lead through the long hallways of the first floor and up a winding staircase to the second. "You will be my sex slave," she explains as we walk. "Tonight, I will secure you to my bed and you will be brought to levels of bliss that you have never dreamed could exist. After tonight, you will need my permission to cum. So take in all you can tonight, because it may be a while before you will get the chance again."

By this time, we have arrived at the Master Suite. Brenda is already finishing her work on the four-poster king sized bed.

"Lie down on your back." Brenda secures padded leather cuffs to my wrists and attaches them to cables that run from the corners of the headboard. My arms are help comfortably above my head. My ankles are then secured in the same fashion to the cables at the foot of the bed. Janice then presses a remote device, pulling my arms and legs towards the corners. I groan as my body is stretched as taut as a bow. A thin piece of jewelry was locked around my neck.

"That should be good. Brenda, I want you to give our new tease slave a night to remember. I want her addicted to the power of her orgasms. If I am not happy with your results, I will punish you so severely you will wish you were never born." With that, Janice left the room, leaving me to the human Barbie Doll.

What Brenda did with me that night was beyond words. She uses her fingers and tongue to slowly bring me back to the edge of orgasm. For hours she teases my nipples and clit, occasionally licking my asshole as well. I have never been more turned on in my life and I am moaning with lust and frustration.

"PLEASE LET ME CUM.I NEED IT.I REALLY NEED IT.I AM BEGGING YOU." Yet she keeps teasing, over and over and over again. When I can no longer stand even the gentle touch of her fingers and tongue, she pulls out a feather and uses it on my clit. I scream and beg her to let me cum. She only smiles at my torment and keeps going.

Hours later, with my body drenched in sweat and exhausted from this sensuous torture, she lowers her tongue to my painfully erect clit and starts to lap at it. The orgasm that finally washes over me is exponentially more powerful then anything I could have ever imagined. I can't utter a word as the waves wash over me.

As the sensations become too intense, I beg her to stop. Yet Brenda keeps licking. She is determined to take another huge orgasm out of my body. And another. And another. And another.

"PLEASE STOP! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP! UGHHHHHHHHHH!" I can't breath. My muscles ache from the hours of struggle.

"OH.MY.GOD.NOT.AGGGAAIIINNNNNNN!" I thought I was going to die.

' MERCY.OH GOD.PLEASE.MERCY.STOPPPPPPPPPP!" It feels as though my soul is being raped.

I finally pass out.

When I awake, I free from my restraints and curled in a fetal position in the middle of the bed. Although my body aches, my throat aches, and my sex aches, I have never felt more alive and clear-headed. This is what pure contentment must be like. I am even still horny. I luxuriate in the fine satin sheets for a while, allowing myself to relive the exquisite evening.

"You are awake. How did you like the first evening of your new life, my tease pet?" asked Janice from the doorway. She looked awesome in her tiny little bra and panty set. "Get up and kneel beside me."

I jump at her words before she even completed them. If this is my new life, I want to get started immediately. I sit on my legs, prone and naked in front of the woman who will bring me tons of pleasure and tons of money. What could be better?

"Today will be a busy day for you. Brenda has much to teach you in a short time, so we have no time to waste. Now run and take a shower. I want you to shave your body, including your pussy. Except for the hair on your head, your body is to remain smooth as a baby at all times.

"Do you hair and makeup and apply the skin lotion you find on the counter. You should find that everything here is the best in the world. Then dress in the outfit that will be left for you on the bed. You will do everything that Brenda instructs you today. If she is even slightly unhappy with you performance, she can punish you hard and often. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Locke," I beam.

I rush into the shower. I use the razor I find on the counter to shave my arms, legs, and eventually the light hair from around my vagina. My hands play over the smooth feeling around my mound. My nipples and clit are still super sensitive and I can't help but start rubbing my clit with my familiar touch. In record time I bring myself up to the edge of an orgasm. This one feels much bigger than any I have masturbated to before. Just as I am bringing myself over, I feel a scorching pain shoot through my neck. I scream out in agony and drop to my knees.

I forgot all about the thin necklace locked tightly around my neck. What the hell brought that on? The massive zap of pain ended, but it takes at least half a minute for the after-shocks to clear.

I decide to end my shower, dry off, blow-dry my hair and enter the bedroom. I put on the tiny little bra, which fits under my heavy breasts and displays them to perfection in the completely open cups. I slide the matching g-sting on, which barely covers my vagina. I bend down to fasten the open toed stiletto heels. The straps have small luggage locks, which I lock in place with a little thrill shooting through me. This is so decadent. I do not realize how high they are until I try to stand. These heels must be at least 5 inches.

I walk tentatively to the large mirror near the door and I am amazed by my look. I ooze sex. I can't help but admire how hot I look. My brown hair flowing just past my shoulders and my blues eyes make me look a bit like Jennifer Aniston. My large breasts sit high on my sleek torso. The g-string and the heels make my strong legs look a mile long.

I can believe how aroused I am right now. I instinctively push my g-string aside and start rubbing my turgid clit. In world record time, I am about to hit another massive orgasm when the blinding pain shoots through my neck again. I fall to the ground screaming in pain.

Brenda laughs in the doorway as I struggle to regain my breath. "That is your first lesson of the day. That collar is locked permanently. It is a technological wonder invented by our mistress herself. It accomplishes two tasks. While I played with your body last night, it identified the nerves and synapses that react most intensely to sexual pleasure. It then replicates those signals of sexual arousal and keeps sending low-level pulses through your body 24/7. Basically, It keeps your body artificially aroused and ready at all times. The second job of the collar is to punish you when you are about to orgasm. Reading your system, it knows the signals of your approaching orgasm, and will counter those signals with false signals of excruciating pain. They only last a couple of seconds and do no damage to you body. Fiendish, isn't it?"

I grab for the necklace and feel it, looking for a way to take it off.

"Don't even try. It won't come off unless Mistress wants it off. If you do well over the next few weeks, it will come off. But for right now, it is an integral part of your training," she says proudly.

"You will be living with us for now on. You will maintain your apartment on the East Side for appearance sake, but you will be staying here most of the time. Today and tomorrow I will teach you how to behave around our Mistress. We will start training your mouth to bring hours of expert pleasure to Mistress' body. You will be put on a rigid workout program to make you strong and fit. Believe me, you will need it. Although you have large tits, eventually you will be augmented from your small D cup to at least a full DD. We will ring your nipples and clit.

Expect to be horny all of the time. You will be teased constantly to high excitement levels without allowing you to cum, unless the Mistress authorizes it. And that is an infrequent occasion, at best."

I panic and try to rip the necklace from my neck. Brenda touches a button on her wristwatch and I am zapped again.

And so goes my training. I am taught the proper language of a tease toy. Vaginas, breasts, penises are replaced with pussies, tits and cocks. For hours I am painstakingly taught the techniques of proper pussy worship. I thought that my tongue would fall off and my jaw almost locked in place. I am taken through a 3-hour workout that includes cardio, weights and yoga. I workout every morning with Brenda. I am trained how to walk, kneel, talk and act while in the presence of the Mistress.

And all the while, Brenda will tease my constantly erect and horny clit and nipples, keeping me hovering near an orgasm without setting off that fucking collar.

Each night, I am brought to Miss Locke so she can judge for herself my improvement and Brenda's effectiveness. The first night, I am forced to kneel with my legs spread painfully wide. Ankle cuffs are locked on and attached to ropes that are attached to the walls and keep my feet pulled back and wide apart. My wrists are cuffed together. I am helped back into lying position. My arms pulled underneath my back. A rope is attached to my wrists and is pulled between my legs to the wall that was in front of me. The rope is tightened until my shoulders are painfully yanked underneath me and towards my knees. I am forced to bow my back and stick my crotch and chest into the air.

Miss Locke proceeds to play with my large breasts. Tickling them, smacking them, clamping the, tying the. She is fascinated with them. Occasionally she flicks my clit, just to keep me on the edge. She then lowers her pants and exposes her shaved pussy. She sits on my face, and despite my exhausted mouth, I use my new training to bring her to hours of pleasure as she continues to play with my body. I was screaming my frustration into her muff as my tired tongue and lips kept working he r to orgasm after orgasm. How unfair. I do the work and she gets the pleasure. II need release. I NEED TO CUM!

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