"Professor?"
I stopped after seating it and patted her back to let her know she could stand up straight. "Yes?"
"What about taking a shit?" Her tone was only slightly non-plussed.
I shrugged as if the answer was obvious. "It's your new best friend. You work with it as you need to. Turn around."
I strapped the belt around her, making sure the electrodes were tight against her naked waist. "You'll want it as tight as possible, to reduce the pain."
Her eyes widened and she looked down. No doubt the bulge in my boxers caught her attention. I picked up the remote and turned it to the first setting. She should have jumped, but there wasn't a reaction. I flicked it to 2 and back again. Nothing.
"Turn around again." I jiggled the butt plug, moving it against her as best I could given how tight the belt was. She jumped. I looked at the remote and watched her spasm again in synch with the light.
"Ouch!"
I slapped her cheek. "Nope. Silence. This is level 1." She interrupted me with a moan. I swatted her again. "Nope. Keep quiet. Level 1. You'll get used to this soon enough. Kneel down." I motioned to the trolley.
The top surface was fabric. Originally it had been wool, but Cassandra was allergic, so I had it switched for something synthetic. Since the trainees would be kneeling on it most of the time, I wanted to minimize their discomfort from that part of their body. The focus was always on their holes. For this one, her asshole for the next week.
She jerked each time the insert pulsed in her rectum, looking up at me from her kneeling position on the trolley.
"The only way to make that stop is to keep your mouth firmly on my cock." Her eyes widened and with the next pulse, grabbed my boxers to pull my dick out. In two seconds she had it between her lips, sucking on it like it was her source of oxygen. I pulled my feet out of my boxers and kicked them aside.
I laughed. "You'll get tired if you work that hard, cunt. It's going to be hard enough without you trying to make me cum."
She stopped sucking and realized the pulsing still hadn't returned. Her tongue stroked me gently, her lips pressed more lightly. I could feel her breath rustling my pubic hair exhaling from her nostrils.
"Let's give it a whirl." I started walking away and my cock slipped out of her mouth.
"Fuck!" The pulse hit her and she reached her hands up to my ass to pull me back into her.
I kept walking, the trolley slipping along, her hands pulling on me, her mouth planted on my root. I gave her a tour of the house, making her twist around to roll backwards through doorways. Her abs would be sore for the next few days, but she'd get over it. I liked flat abs on the trainees.
My cock was pretty stiff by now. Not this week, this week was for her asshole, but by next week I'd expect her have it down her throat; she'd achieve that naturally.
"You're probably wondering what you'll do when I'm not here." She wasn't. They never thought about that at first. "Take a look."
Without taking her mouth off my cock, she strained to turn her head where I was pointing. On the wall was a black nylon sling attached to a long black phallus. "These are placed throughout the house at various heights and where you'll need them. Let's introduce you to how they work."
I placed the remote in the sling and felt her stiffen and moan against my cock. "You'll need to get your mouth around that fucker to make the pulses stop."
She pushed off of me and jumped to her feet, racing to put her mouth on the cock mounted on the wall. It wasn't so high that she had to reach for it. There were plenty of those elsewhere. She stood, facing the wall, her eyes on the remote, her mouth hooked to the dildo.
"If you need to move, you'll need to take the remote with you. But it will be unpleasant. Bring it over to me." She grabbed the remote and stiffened, the pulse pushing a moan from her. She leapt over to me extending the device. I took it and she jerked, involuntarily moaning again. She knelt back down on the trolley and grabbed my cock.
"Let me show you where the others are." We rolled around the living room, down the hall, into the bathrooms, the kitchen, my bedroom, and finally back to the training room where she had slept. Her eyes scanned the walls looking for any sign of a trainer and looked up at me, panic beginning to emerge. Ironically, there weren't any in the training room.
I smiled gently, trying to calm her. "When you are in the house, you will have your mouth on one of these cocks. That is unless you begin to like the pain pulsing up your ass. But of course, you'll want to be able to do your homework, and then there's sleeping."
She nodded slightly, swallowing her drool and rubbing her tongue so sweetly along my shaft. I would cum eventually, and she'd be delighted, no doubt, but I hadn't decided if I wanted that yet. I walked toward the closet, waiting for her to scramble her wheels in front of me to get back through the door into the kitchen.
"This," I held up the gag, "will work just as fine." It was a large black cock with a wide strap to go around her head. The nylon mesh remote holder substituted for its ball-sac. I put the remote in place and she quickly grabbed the thing, shoving it into her mouth before the next pulse. She put the strap around her and tried to tighten it.
"But as you're figuring out," she continued to try various ways to keep the thing tight inside her mouth, "you're going to have get really good at deep throating, or you're jaws are going to get very strong holding this up."
She moaned quietly, realizing it was going to be exhausting.
I patted her head. "I know you'll figure it out, cunt. You all do, eventually." I walked away, my hard on waving like a flag. "I've got to get ready for school." I continued toward my room and remembered a couple of things.
"Oh. You're probably wondering how to switch from one to the other. As you've noticed, the remote has to be in the sling attached to the dick you're going to suck on." I pointed to one on the kitchen wall next to the training room door. "Give it a try."
She reached for the remote to take it out and almost dropped it. The pulse was so much stronger. She cried out as the pulses continued while she crossed the room in a couple of steps, shoving it into the new sling and switching her mouth to its companion suckstick. She was whimpering.
"One more thing," I continued, watching her breathing against the wall, her ass cheeks clenching involuntarily from the echoes of the pain. "When you arrive in the house, as you are stripping and exposing yourself, you will announce yourself with the following declaration: 'I'm home, Professor. All of my holes are available to be used; my nipples to be abused.' Do you understand, cunt?"
She mumbled something around the dick. I walked quickly up to her and slapped her cheeks.
"What, cunt?!"
She sobbed as she pulled herself away from the wall cock. "When I arrive...ouch!, I will strip all of my clothes and..fuck!..announce: I'm home, Professor. All of my holes are available to be used; my nipples to be abused...shit! Professor." She shoved the cock back into her mouth and sobbed again, knowing she was likely to be spanked.
I complied, slapping those tiny cheeks over and over again until their natural carmel brown color was tinged bright rosy pink.
"Don't think you've avoided your punishment, cunt. I'll see you in class."
As I opened the door, I realized I had forgotten something important. I turned to shout over my shoulder. "In case you just can't take it anymore, I've given you instructions on how to turn it off. Just know that you only get an hour respite. If your mouth isn't on that thing shortly afterward it gets bad.
"Oh, and every once in a while, if you've been a very good student, I'll give you an hour or so reprieve so you can eat dinner or whatever."
As I drove to school, I couldn't focus on the road, my attention drifting to those beautiful breasts, those nipples, those incredibly small ass cheeks. I shook my head slightly, wiping at my eyes. The light turned green and I kept my mind on the road, my memory of Tee's torment just at the edges of my consciousness. It wasn't unusual for me to fixate on a new trainee. I'd learned to live with it, but something was different about this one.
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She stood against the wall, focusing on the remote, the defects in the paint, dust. Her ass hurt, the cheeks and inside. The pain was like a fingernail when the thing came on; a fingernail scratching at the skin in her channel, or a needle. A bunch of needles. She shivered at the most recent pain: when she picked up the remote it was like her ass was on fire on the inside. Like the day after a chili pepper contest. She closed her eyes, letting her mouth relax against the cock.
