The door was slightly ajar. I stepped closer to my New York City apartment entrance and reached my arm through the dull yellow light of the hallway to grasp the tarnished knob. This was how I'd ordered it to be. I smiled, imagining my girl scurrying around the rooms, making sure everything was perfectly in order. I grinned harder imagining the obscure things I would have to criticize to be sure she was properly punished. My shined leather shoes thumped gently onto the immaculate flooring of my home. Despite the less-than-ideal location, I made sure my apartment was richly furnished and grand enough to represent my substantial income, yet out of the way enough that no curious coworkers or girls came poking around in my life.
I'd acquired my newest sub from a club that I frequented regularly. She had been given to me to train, which is what I refer to as, 'my second, more pleasurable, occupation'. I was well known around the BDSM scene as a dependable dom that could train nearly anyone with the slightest streak of submission in them. I even admit, I never fail my duty. Each slave I train is exponentially better than when she started. This one would be no different, I was sure, although she had a bit more fire than most of the others.
I'd called her earlier, giving her instructions as to how to prepare the house for my arrival. So far, she appeared to have obeyed. I looked casually to the right, giving me a view of the hallway that held my bedroom and bath. Kneeling on the carpet was my newest project. Her name had been 'Calli' but now she was to be called Slut, Whore, Slave, or whatever other vulgarity I saw fit. Soon enough she would learn to be proud of these titles.
I ignored her and stepped to the kitchen table, which held a glass of merlot and a small platter of crudités and cheeses. I sipped the merlot leisurely, knowing that the slut was watching with a growling stomach as I reached towards the cheeses. She hadn't been allowed to eat the whole day due to some previous infraction.
"Come here, slut." I barked.
She immediately rose from her trained position and then resumed it near the table at which I sat. I didn't look at her as I slowly turned a piece of carrot in my hand before crunching it loudly. I chewed slowly before offering her any further instruction. Her naked breasts were almost bouncing as she tried to be discreet about staring at the food.
I'd taken her clothes the first day. I'd told her that a slave has nothing to hide from her master and was to be on display at all times for my enjoyment.
"Are you hungry?" I asked the girl in a dismissive fashion. She nodded vigorously.
"Answer your master properly, whore! I asked you a question!" My yelling made her jump slightly before twisting her mouth into a nearly unintelligible rush of syllables in her hurry to obey.
"Rub yourself on the leg of the table until you cum. Then, I'll consider letting you have something to eat."
I could see the flush of humiliation and defiance creeping around her ears and neck. I glared at her. My blood was hot, especially near my groin. I could feel my cock beginning its slow ascent to half-mast as she had her internal debate.
"Now, Slut." This was my favorite part of every girl's training. I loved watching them battle their pride. I knew she would do it eventually, I would see to that, but I wanted her to do it now, against every self-respecting fiber in her body.
She inched closer to the leg of the table, still looking wistfully at the food upon the table. I smiled to myself. This would be a show. She spread herself around the wooden pole and then began pumping up and down over her sensitive nub. I briefly regretted not shoving a dildo into her before she started, then reasoned that her lack of fullness would prolong the humiliation. She was shining with the sweat of sex and I could smell her sweet pussy wafting up to my nose. Her blush was now full fledged. She pumped faster, whether to satisfy her desires and pleasures or to speed up the shameful demonstration I knew not.
I could see the slime covering the pole now and a small mess was forming on newly cleaned tiled floor. She was close and trying to stifle her moans. Finally, her body went rigid and her restrained cries gave music to my ears. I had a prime view of her vagina spasming before her tired body slumped to the floor and her swollen lips obscured her slit. I now had a raging erection. Watching the girl fuck my table had been incredibly erotic and I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in her silky wet crease and fill her with my hot cum, but that would come later.
When the girl came back to her senses I forced her to lick up her mess. Her face was contorted in a grimace the whole time. As she finished I got a bowl and placed some vegetables in it.
"No hands." I told her.
She bent over the bowl and ravenously devoured the roughage. I almost felt sorry for her and gave her some more, but my needs came first and right now I needed her mouth caressing my dick. When I told her to "swallow my cum" she crawled over and began milking me with her mouth. I'd taught her earlier how to stimulate my balls while teasing my cock to make my climax more intense. She cradled them and did her best to swallow my nine inch long member. I felt her tongue swirling deliciously around my head. I moaned gently, urging her on. She ran her hot tongue down the underside of my shaft and massaged the base of it where the cock meets the balls. It was becoming too much. I couldn't hold out much longer. I grasped her hair and impaled her mouth on my cock, fucking her face brutally. She was gagging but I knew she could take it. My cock twitched and then jerked as it released its cum into her gaping throat. She swallowed all of it, not letting any slide out the side of her mouth.
She kept sucking my now deflating shaft, making sure every last drop of me went down her throat. I was still reveling in the aftermath of my orgasm. When she finished I gave her another bowl of veggies, adding some cheese this time. I didn't feed her much though. I decided it was time we went out somewhere. Of course, to be legal, I would have to have her put on some clothes. Luckily, the amount of skin the clothes revealed was not a matter of the law.
I retrieved a thin white tee and an erotically short skirt for her to slip into, no underwear. Her inner thighs were still glistening slightly, peeking from the shadows of her skirt. I also made sure she had some hooker heels to exaggerate the swaying of her ass as she struggled not to topple over. We went to a café a few blocks down. Before we went inside I slipped a small vibrator into her palm and told her to go to the bathroom and insert it into her pussy. I held a small controller that would affect the rate of the vibrations.
We were seated in a booth along the back wall. She sat across from me uncomfortably now that she had the toy inside of her. When we placed our order, I told the waitress what we wanted.
"A club sandwich for me and for the girl a plate of potato chips."
Before the waitress walked away I turned on the vibrator, causing my girl to gasp and squirm right in front of the waitress. I smiled as she showed obvious signs of embarrassment.
While we waited I intermittently changed the settings, causing the slut to orgasm at least three times.
We left the restaurant with her nipples protruding from her shirt, hard from arousal. I could hardly contain a laugh as the waiting customers stared blatantly at us leaving. The men passing us on the street also stared, though equally as much at her visible breasts as at her wet bottom. The girl was almost in tears before we got back to the apartment.
"Why are you blushing?" I asked her when we were safely inside.
