We were bored. Tired of the same old routine that didn't do it for us anymore. We agreed that the future of our sex life depended on changing things up. We had tried dominant/submissive games and liked the result. She was more than comfortable exercising her dominance and I surprised us both by how easily I slid into the role of being submissive. But there was something missing. The games we played were fun but it all seemed too superficial. We wanted a more in-depth experience. She wanted to know what it felt like to really have complete control over a cock. To actually harden it when she wanted it, and make it cum whenever it suited her. She wanted to experiment with how far she could take her fantasies of sexual dominance. All I wanted to do was let her.
So we went back to Mexico, back to the same hotel where we first experimented with role-playing. We were in Mexico for one week to train, to work on obedience. That meant training me to obey all the time, not just on weekends. Our working vacation was almost finished and she told me she thought my training had gone well. She meant I had learned my place in the sexual hierarchy. She had been sexually dominant all week and I had been submissive, forced to accept her growing control. She said we would see how things went when we got back home. But for this week, my cock belonged to her.
Except for a leather metal-studded strap that she snapped tightly around my cock and balls the first day we arrived, she kept me naked and in an almost constant state of arousal. It was intense. I was hyperconscious of my nakedness and my vulnerability. I was also constantly aware of her dominance.
She liked to have me perform for her in our hotel room. That usually meant watching me gyrate naked. That often ended with me fucking my hand while she sat nearby, watching. I was only allowed to cum if she gave me permission, and that did not happen very often. She enjoyed keeping me on the edge. It amused her to keep me semi-erect, knowing that with very little effort, she could make her toy hard and use it whenever she felt like demonstrating control.
I was not allowed to speak unless I asked permission, even when we were out. I was never allowed to wear underwear, only loose shorts and the leather cock ring. That could be embarrassing when we went out. Her hand often made my cock hard under the table at a restaurant, but it was my problem when we got up to leave. She said she enjoyed seeing other women stare when I followed her with my obvious erection. She liked having a slut who did what he was told, and she liked having a cock she could use whenever she felt like it. I think she felt other women envied her and she was probably right.
When we first arrived she made me strip and stand at attention, naked in the middle of the room, with my hands on top of my head and my legs spread apart. She stood in front of me and casually handled my cock while she went over the rules. Once my cock was hard she strolled behind me, appraising her slut.
"Smack!!"
The sound of her open hand slapping my exposed ass echoed in the hotel room. She slapped my ass hard and pulled me toward her with her other hand tightening around my erection.
"Push your ass forward when I play with this. Understand Slut?"
I shoved my ass forward and grunted.
"Good boy."
"For the rest of the week you will answer to Slut. Stand up straight Slut!"
I straightened my spine.
"You need to understand that your cock belongs to me now. I expect my cock to get hard and stay hard for as long as I want to use it, whenever I want to use it."
She reached out and stroked her cock. I began to moan almost immediately. I felt like the slut she expected me to be.
"If you are obedient I may let you cum later, understand Slut?"
I nodded yes.
"Good, follow me on all fours and squat by my chair. I need to make a call."
I crawled after her on my hands and feet, embarrassed and excited by my need to be used by her. I squatted by her chair with my knees spread apart and my stiff cock shoved as far forward as it could go. I knew she liked that.
"Good Slut, if you can keep that cock hard without touching it for ten minutes I will let you cum in my hand."
I could do that. But that was not to be.
"Where's the fun in having a trained cock if you can't show it off," I heard her say, talking on the phone.
She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face away from her crotch where she had put it and kept it for the last 20 minutes.
"Change of plan Slut. Put some clothes on, we're going to visit a friend of mine."
I pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of loose fitting shorts over the cock ring. My hard cock stuck out conspicuously. She looked at her handiwork speculatively.
"Oh well, no one knows us here anyway. They'll just assume you're my slut, let's go."
She led me through the village to a small apartment building and rang the buzzer. A good-looking middle-aged Hispanic woman opened the door and invited us in.
"Juanita this is David."
Juanita did not introduce herself. Instead, her friend silently evaluated me. I felt like a prize at an auction. Her eyes travelled over my body then rested on my crotch.
"David will do anything I tell him to, won't you David?"
I heard myself say yes.
"That's a good cock slave. Take your clothes off."
I blushed in spite of myself, embarrassed to be seen as her willing sex toy; a sexual object to be used by others, even casual acquaintances like Juanita. But I took my clothes off as ordered and stood naked in the middle of the room with my hands at my sides and my cock jutting out in front of me. The cock ring put my boner and balls on prominent display for the two women.
I glanced at Juanita as she inspected me. Her long black hair was pulled into a ponytail. Her face was a striking combination of Mayan and Spanish features, exotic and cruel at the same time. She was not tall, but she was imposing in six-inch heels, and short jean cut-offs that showed off her ass. Her shirt was partly undone and I could clearly see the outline of her big tits. She was clearly accustomed to being obeyed.
She said, "I have trained cock sluts before and I can help you train this Puta so he will do what you want. He will learn to need you to make his cock hard. Once he understands that he must have permission to cum he will do whatever he must."
Superficially enough, my owner said, "I'm thinking of shaving him. It makes it easier to pull cock rings on and off, plus it's common knowledge that a shaved cock means a well-trained slut."
Juanita agreed.
"Spread you legs apart as far as you can and clasp your hands on top of your head."
I obeyed.
She spoke to Juanita, ignoring me completely; her slut, just there to be trained. She teased my now semi-erect cock until it hardened again.
"See how the cock stiffens up for me? I can keep it hard for an hour sometimes, if I don't over-stimulate it. But I want you to make him last longer."
She stroked my cock as she spoke, sliding her hand lightly up and down the hard shaft until I began to grunt.
"He's such a Slut. All I have to do is slap his ass and he gets hard."
Both women laughed.
"Here, you handle him for awhile, he needs more than one handler now if he is going to become a better cock slut."
Juanita's brown fingers closed around the base of my cock and she pulled me stumbling around the room behind her.
"Bueno, he is very obedient. Follow me on all fours when I walk, and squat beside me when I stop, Puta."
