I had an amazing first night with Natasha. Waiting for the right girl had been the best idea of my life. Not only was she incredibly sexy, but she also seemed to be enjoying my unique blend of pleasure and pain. If she was like this at the beginning, what would she be like after a month of so of training? I couldn't wait to find out.
Before I did anything else, I needed to get Natasha a new wardrobe as well as teach her some basic positions. When I woke up, she was still asleep, and I let her have her rest. I called a friend of mine who specialised in women's clothing and told him that we would be visiting him shortly. He would have exactly what I had in mind for Natasha. I fixed breakfast for the two of us, and by the time I was done, Natasha emerged from our bedroom.
"How do you feel now," I asked her gently, as she made her way to the dining table.
"Great, Sire. I'd like to apologise for the mistakes I made last night. I'll try to make sure they don't happen again," she replied.
"Don't worry about those, Natasha. It was your first day. Besides, you didn't seem to mind being punished for your errors," I said with a sly smile.
Natasha didn't reply, but blushed a deep shade of red and smiled back. She wolfed down what I had prepared for her. We chatted casually over breakfast, both of us trying to get to know each other better. Natasha was an artist. Her work had been frequently appreciated at both the State and National level competitions, and she aspired to have some of her art permanently displayed in the National Museum of Art and Culture. I couldn't wait to see the wonders she created, and I promised that I would support her in any way I could.
Once we were done, I told her we were going shopping. She got dressed and we drove to my friend's shop. When we reached he greeted us at the door, and asked us to make ourselves at home. I could tell that Natasha was slightly disappointed with the clothes on display; they were highly conservative and not even a little sexy, in line with our nation's guidelines on women's clothing. I winked at my friend Jabbar and let her browse for a while. She did pick out a few things out of sheer politeness, but we both knew she didn't like them at all. Jabbar and I burst into laughter, and he explained that he had to maintain this stock to show to the government. He asked us to follow him through a locked trapdoor into the basement. Once we carefully got down the ladder, I saw Natasha's jaw drop in shock when Jabbar put the lights on. She had probably seen clothes this revealing only in American movies before this. There were racks and racks of mini dresses, spliced dresses, deep V gowns, corsets, tie tops, tank tops, shorts, leggings, mini skirts and tons of other stuff. Natasha took one quick look at me and knew what I wanted. She got herself measured and immersed herself in the picking and choosing what she liked. I didn't want to see what she was choosing; I wanted it to be surprise for myself. Jabbar and I waited upstairs for almost an hour while Natasha was experimenting with different things. She came to upstairs when she was done, and had chosen over three hundred articles of clothing. I signed the bill that Jabbar drew up without a second's delay, and he promised to deliver everything the same evening itself.
On our way back I told Natasha that we would be going a little further today. She looked at me uncertainly, slightly afraid, but felt I could sense a slight hint of excitement as well. Once we got home there was a palpable tension in the air. I had purchased all the equipment I needed to train Natasha and my subsequent wives a long time ago. I got myself a small single tail whip from my stash. I poured myself a glass of water as Natasha stood in the middle of the room uncomfortably, slowly understanding the whip was meant for her. I decided to begin without further ado.
"Natasha, take off your clothes now," I said, my tone confirming that the relaxed morning was over. She complied immediately.
"I want you on your knees. Spread your legs as wide as you can. Thrust your tits out and put your hands behind your back."
Natasha did as she was told. She spread her legs about two feet apart. I wasn't satisfied at all with her effort. Standing behind her, I gave her a quick strike with the single tail over her ass. She squealed in pain. I grabbed both her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and pulled her tits up. She got the point, and spread her legs much wider and held her breasts up.
I took a moment to admire my gorgeous wife. She waited demurely, without the slightest hint of complaint. Her eyes were downcast, and a bead of sweat trickled down her long, shapely neck. Natasha's beautiful breasts rose and fell with her deep breaths, her nipples hardening from the anticipation. Her ass stuck out from behind, inviting me to punish it. I broke out of my daydream and continued.
"This position is called position one. Whenever I say position one, you must immediately take your clothes off and assume this position. When I come home in the evening, I expect to be greeted by my slut in this position. Am I clear?", I asked.
She quickly nodded. I gave her two equally quick strokes with the whip over her ass in response.
"When I ask you a question, how must you reply?", I asked, with a third, harder strike over right outer thigh.
"Yes, Sir, I understand, I'm sorry Sir," she frantically replied, afraid of another lash.
"Good girl. Now, I understand that you have never given a blowjob before. This, however, is going to be part of your daily routine from today. I am giving you ten minutes, at the end of which I will decide how to proceed. I want you to make the best effort that you can. You must not use your hands. Use your mouth to remove my belt, unbutton my pants and then suck my cock. Your time begins now."
I stood before her, and Natasha began her attempt to unbuckle my belt. She tried frantically for almost a minute and a half before she was successful in removing it, and proceeded fairly quickly from that point on. She soon had my firm cock in her mouth, and began sucking it. However, there was no life, no movement, it was like she was just holding it between her lips. I didn't feel her tongue doing anything at all. In addition to this, I kept feeling her teeth, and getting though the ten minutes was more an ordeal for me than her.
