"Owww!!! Aaagghhh!!! Nnoo!!!...Plleeaasee!!! God!! Mistress!!! I'm nothing!!!!
I leaned back against the island and watched as Ariel held Connor's naked body down over her leather covered thighs and proceeded to thoroughly spank his bottom. I couldn't help but smile at how Connor's wiggling, twisting, twirking butt almost appeared to be to dancing under the steady rapidly lifting and falling rhythm of the repeated loud cracks of her palm against his flesh. Then she stopped.
"Good boy. I think you do understand now," Ariel said almost as a sigh her arms now resting across Connor's silently heaving back. "Are you straight Connor?"
"No Mistress," came a soft reply almost floating up from beside Ariel's left thigh amid muffled whimpers.
"What was that naughty boy I couldn't hear you?" Ariel inquired patiently.
"No Mistress, I am not straight," Connor replied again, softly his resignation clear.
"Tell us what you are naughty boy and be clear so we can have no doubt," Connor's new Mistress demanded of her slave.
"I am what you and Master tell me I am. I exist to serve, Mistress," the young slave finally submitted.
"Good. Now stand up as you were when I entered the room," without another word Ariel stood almost causing Connor to fall off her legs onto the floor.
Connor immediately assumed his previous position before Ariel dragged him over her knees, standing up straight, feet well apart with arms behind his back and hands clasped together, face up and eyes forward.
"That's very good, Connor," I said, "Your feet should be a little wider apart."
Connor instantly wiggled both feet until they were an additional three inches apart.
"Perfect. You are a newbie, so as part of your training you are going to learn the positions we require of you. Anytime either of us tells you to assume Present Position this is the position you will assume. Do you understand?" I asked.
"Yes, Sir. I understand. This position is the Present Position," Connor answered.
"Connor, during your stay with us you will wear several collars. The collar we are going to strap on you now is your slave collar," Ariel informed Connor as she strapped a one-and-a-half-inch wide black leather collar accented with a chrome buckle and a single row of small flush mounted chrome pyramid studs.
As Ariel was strapping the collar around Connor's neck, I told him, "Before we go out for dinner we'll get rid of your pubes and any butthole hair if need be. At that time Ariel or I will strap a matching harness around your package. If we decide you require a leash that's where it will be attached, to your neck or your package."
A little while latter with Connor having been shown the bedroom he would be using for the weekend and the things he brought with him put away, Ariel took our young slave to my home gym for a short workout while I attended to some office work. For the next half-hour or so while I finished up the last of my work for the week I was treated to the distant sounds of various pieces of equipment in my well-equipped gym being utilized and an occasional yelp caused I assumed by Ariel correcting some deficiency. When I wandered down to the gym about thirty-minutes later I was amused to find Connor up on my treadmill jogging at a brisk pace with his very stiff cock arching up and swinging from side to side above his swaying and bouncing ball sack. Ariel was seated comfortably on a stool beside the treadmill urging him to keep running with hard cracks of a leather paddle to his very red ass. "Keep running Connor," Ariel would calmly say over and over, "Lift those knees up higher," she encouraged as she landed swat after swat on his undulating buttocks.
"Yes, Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!" the collared and sweat coated young man always instantly replied as the paddle burnt his ass, his muscles strained and his knees lifted as high as they could for her.
Smiling over the machine at me, Ariel placed a hand on Connor's shoulder and as she shut off the treadmill told him he could stop running. Guiding the trembling young man away from the machine she slowly began to push him to his knees. I took that as an indication that this might be a good time for me to make some preparations for the evening.
With Connor now collared, panting, sweat-coated and on his knees before her Ariel placed the fingertips of her left hand lightly against the underside of his chin and gently tilted his handsome face up until he was looking into her eyes. "Slide my shorts down." She commanded.
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied as his hands reached up to her hips and his fingers hooked under the waistband of her shorts and began to slowly ease them down her long legs.
"Panties too...slip them off," she instructed.
"Yes...Thank you, Mistress."
"Your slave cock is so hard Connor...why is that?"
"You've shown me your beautiful pussy, Mistress."
"Spread your knees very wide Connor...very wide. I want to see your balls resting on the floor and your ass back on your heels so your cheeks are spread wide apart," Ariel instructed. "That's lovely. Now stroke your hard cock for me, Connor, and reach back with your other hand and with just the tip of your index finger I want you to tickle your virgin asshole...just tickle that tight little pucker while I lower my pussy down onto your mouth."
He had jerked off imagining something like this so many times. Was this really happening...was she really standing over him, looking down at him with her pussy about to press down against his upturned mouth? Then suddenly her voice snapped him back to reality, "Open your mouth wide Connor."
Panting almost like a dog waiting to receive a treat, obediently stroking his rigid cock for her amusement Connor stretched his tongue out and gazed up into his Mistress's eyes as the folds of her warm, moist pussy settled on his wide-open mouth and spread over his extended tongue. Ariel ground her mound down against his handsome face. "Use your tongue and find my clit Connor. Do you feel it?"
"Yeaasshhh Maaaam," Connor's pussy muffled voice responded as his tongue twirled around her sensitive nub.
"Rub it with your tongue as you would a stiff little cock," Ariel commanded the now already on the edge of cumming young man . "And don't even think about cumming without permission, Connor."
"Nooooo Maaam," her sub gasped as his tongue began to flick, rub and twirl at Ariel's clit doing his best to pleasure it as he imagined a cocksucker would a demanding dick.
"Mmmmm...Ohhhh that is sooo nice, Connor. I do think you have natural talents that need to be developed," Ariel purred as she rocked her pussy against Connor's upturned mouth as the masturbating young jock nibbled and tongued her clit. "We will give you ample opportunity to develop your cock sucking talents this weekend...but enough of this for now." That said she lifted her pussy off her masturbating sub's face. Patting Connor on the cheek Ariel bent to pick up her shorts and panties, and as she walked out of the room said, "Go to your room. Remove your collar. Take a shower. Put your collar back on and join us in the living room."
As Connor turned to go Ariel's voice stopped him before he reached the doorway. "Oh, Connor, before you go take these," she said while moving to a built-in wall unit and opening a cabinet. Reaching inside she took out two small identical boxes. "These are Fleets Enemas. They contain mineral oil. The instructions for using them are on the boxes. I want you to clean yourself out," she stated the last bit while looking directly in his eyes.
Thirty-minutes later with Connor now fresh from his shower and it being late in the day, I took him into the kitchen to teach him how to prepare Ariel and my cocktails of choice, a vodka Martini up for her, very dry with an olive, and mine a bourbon Manhattan, also up. While we were alone I spent a few minutes training Connor how to be a proper servant -- to carry and present a drink tray and to stand silently and unobtrusively against a wall with head held high, hands clasped behind his back with his pelvis thrust just slightly forward as if offering his package. After all, I had spoken highly of him and wanted him to show off at his best for Ariel.
Over the next hour Connor proved what an excellent student and dedicated sub he really was as he served Ariel and I flawlessly while we chatted, catching up on all that transpired since the last time we had been together. Granted, early on he did require some correcting, particularly because when not actually busy serving he forgot to stand straight with his butt and shoulder blades touching the wall and his hard cock thrust forward. On those occasions Ariel or I would quickly have him bend over our laps for a ten-swat spanking. He only needed three of those before he learned to focus. I have to admit, watching Connor's very red ass and always stiff cock move around the room as he served hors d'oeuvres, cleaned crumbs off the table and refreshed our drinks was not an unpleasant sight at all. His performance pleased me greatly.
Eventually with drinks in hand and Connor, our now perfectly trained young butler accompanying us with his right hand balancing a round cocktail tray upon which sat a small polished stainless steel egg from one end of which extended a very thin eight inch long wire, Ariel and I escorted our guest down to my playroom which was separated from the gym by short hallway.
