Melissas Training

1. Abduction

Melissa opened her eyes but saw nothing. Her head was still cloudy. Where am I? She tried to remember, but couldn't focus.

She detected faint traces of light from the corners of her eyes, but when she tried to reach up to uncover her eyes, she realized her hands were tied.

Oh God. Where am I? She wondered again, her heartbeat quickening.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" She called out.

The bar, she remembered. She had been at a bar with her friends. But then she had met... that man. She couldn't recall his name, but his face was coming back to her: dark hair and beard, blue eyes, handsome and charming.

Her friends had left without her; she had wanted to stay. But she recalled nothing else. She'd had several drinks, but not that many...

"Ah, good, you're awake.". A man's voice... the man's voice, she realized.

"Where am I?" She managed, her voice sounded calmer than she felt. She was trembling a little, and still a bit foggy-headed, but not scared. His voice was strangely reassuring.

"Are you cold?" He asked, ignoring her question.

She heard the crackling of a fireplace nearby and realized she was warm. "No... just a bit... nervous, I guess."

"Good. I don't think you'll be getting your clothes back anytime soon.". A hand caressed her bare stomach, raising goosebumps across her flesh.

Melissa's predicament began to sink in. She was bound and naked, and she had no idea where she was. And yet, she wasn't panicking. She must have been drugged, and she wasn't thinking clearly. But there was something about his voice that she found calming.

And then his hand, warm but rough, slid up and cupped her breast. His fingers played with her nipple, which stiffened in response. "I'm going to begin your training today. Are you ready to start?"

"I... umm..."

He squeezed her nipple hard. "The answer you're looking for is 'yes, sir'. Do you understand?". His voice was quiet, but firm as granite.

"Yes, Sir," she heard herself reply.

"Better." He released her nipple. "Now it's breakfast time. Open your mouth," he ordered.

Her mouth opened. He shifted her until her head tested over the edge of the bed. Then without warning, he thrust his hard cock into her, until it filled her throat.

She struggled to breathe as he fucked her mouth, not stopping even when she gagged. His heavy balls slapped against her face with each deep thrust.

She lost track of time, but finally, he stopped, his cock buried in her throat. She felt him throb as his warm cum spurted into her. He pulled out slowly, leaving a trail of his cum and her saliva across her face. Then she felt his lips on hers, kissing her deeply as his hand fondled her hair. And then he was gone. She drifted off to sleep, feeling strangely warm and comfortable.

2. Bathroom Duty

Later - she had no idea how long - she awoke. Stretching, she realized she was no longer bound. She was still naked but covered with a thick comforter. The nearby fireplace was burning, warming the small room. Next to the bed, she found a plate of warm crusty bread, cheese, and grapes, and a glass of wine. She was hungry, and the food was delicious.

The door opened. Startled, she pulled the comforter around her. It was he.

"I thought the smell of fresh bread might wake you up," he said, smiling. "More wine?"

"Um.. yes, please. Where am I?"

"My beach house. You'll see more later if you behave. Will you? Behave, I mean."

She thought about it. "Yes, Sir."

He smiled. "Good. It's a small gathering; a birthday dinner, for a very important friend of mine. The guests will expect a certain... level of service. Come with me." He didn't wait for a response. Melissa looked around the room but saw nothing to wear. She didn't want to keep him waiting, so she steeled herself and followed him.

He led her down the stairs and opened a door for her. "This is the bathroom the guests will use," he explained." You will remain here, and see to their needs. Understood?"

She had no idea what he meant, but she felt compelled to nod. She didn't understand why, but she wanted to please him. He seemed satisfied. He took a thick towel from the closet, folded it, and told her to kneel on it. Then he took the toilet paper and left.

She waited... and waited. She could hear the guests arrive, and hear the occasional laugh from the dining room. But no one disturbed her. Finally, perhaps two hours later, a woman peeked in. "Ah, found it," she said to herself.

She was an attractive, dark-haired woman, wearing a silky crimson dress. She didn't seem surprised to see Melissa kneeling there. She pulled up her dress and sat on the toilet. No panties, Melissa assumed

As she peed, she looked over at Melissa. "Jack has good taste, you are a lovely one.". She stood, noticed the empty TP holder, and moved to stand in front of the kneeling woman, still holding her dress up.

When Melissa looked up at her, not sure what to do, she gently took her head, guiding her mouth to her dark bush. "Be a dear, and clean me up.". It was not a request.

Melissa licked the woman's hairy pussy, cleaning off the remnants of her pee. Her nose was buried in the dark bush, rubbing her clit as she licked. "Very nice. Maybe we can continue that later?". She smiled, straightened her dress, and left.

It wasn't long before the door opened again. This time, a middle-aged man entered. He peed, washed his hands, and left with barely a glance at her.

But the next man, an older gentleman, was different. He stepped right over to Melissa, unzipped his trousers, grabbed her hair, and pushed his soft dick into her mouth. Before she could react, he started to pee, filling her mouth with warm, salty piss. She swallowed as fast as she could, but quite a bit spilled out and down her body.

A few minutes later, Jack came in. Melissa dutifully opened her mouth for him. But he simply shook his head and helped her up off her knees. He took a soft washcloth and soaked it under the warm water. Then he gently washed her body and kissed her forehead when he was done.

"You did well, thank you. Come with me now. The chef is preparing dessert, and is ready for you.". He lead her out, still naked, but clean now, to the kitchen. "She's ready for you, Michelle. Please serve dessert on the deck, it's a beautiful evening."

3. Dessert

"Oiu, monsieur," the woman replied. Jack left, and the chef had Melissa lie down on a small wheeled table, perhaps 4' long. Using padded handcuffs, the woman bound Melissa's hands to her opposite ankles, forcing her legs apart and her hips up.

With a large brush, she coated Melissa's body with a thin coating of something warm and sticky. Then she sifted powdered sugar over her until she was covered completely in the fine white dust. But that was just the beginning. Next, she decorated her with curving patterns of chocolate syrup and caramel. Melissa was amazed at how fast she worked.

Dozens of beautiful pieces of dark chocolate candies, raspberries, and strawberries were arranged on her, almost like decorating a Christmas tree.

Still not done, the chef took two ice cubes and held them against Melissa's nipples for a minute. Then she hollowed out two Hershey's kisses, melted the insides with a candle, and affixed one over each of Melissa's nipples. The chocolate quickly hardened, securing them in place.

She wiggled both breasts to make sure the kisses stayed on. "Almost done, cherie. You look delicious, but all desserts should have a few surprises!". She threaded a dozen bright red cherries on a string, and pushed them one by one into Melissa's pussy, leaving the last one nestled between her lips.

Finally, she took two tall, tapered candles. She pushed one into Melissa's mouth, and one into her asshole. She lit them and wheeled the table into the dining room.

"Ah, perfect timing Michelle. A little surprise for you, Edward." Jack stood and helped move Melissa onto the main table. "Happy birthday!"

The older man - the one who had peed in her mouth - leaned forward and blew out the candles. "Thank you, my friends, it's a lovely end to a splendid dinner!"

"Why don't you choose the first piece, Edward, then we'll all help ourselves," Jack suggested.

"So many succulent treats! But you know I'm partial to brandied cherries, and that one looks tasty". He leaned down, opened his mouth over her pussy, and used his tongue to lift out the cherry. But as he pulled back, another cherry popped out, and then another and another.

He laughed and then tugged on the string, exposing more and more cherries. Melissa moaned softly as they popped out of her pussy. The candle she was still holding in her mouth fell out, but no one seemed to notice. "My compliments to your chef, what a clever surprise!"

The dark-haired woman went next. "I think I'll have one of the kisses.". She reached for one, but it stayed attached, eliciting another soft gasp from Melissa, as her nipple was tugged. The woman laughed. "I should have guessed. I suppose I need to twist it off?"

"Perhaps a little warmth will loosen it?" Jack suggested. "I'll try the other one." He leaned down and covered the kiss and her nipple with his mouth. He sucked gently until the kiss came free. The woman followed his example and sucked on the other kiss until it too came free.

The four friends spent the next half-hour sipping espresso, chatting, and nibbling chocolates.