She is a beautiful girl this friend of mine. Not exotic or typical, but an uncommonly obvious, genuine beauty. Tall, fair skinned, long brown hair with the slightest hint of red, thinner than I; but perfectly curved, she has the largest brown eyes that only accentuate her heart shaped face, and those exceptional tits. I love you with the deepest sense of belonging to you, but there is something in me that wants her so much. Not to keep her, but to control. This part of me wants to teach her everything I have learned from you, my great master.
This intrigues you; I can tell when I mention her name. Making you wonder if your little slave has really truly retained all you have taught her. I speak of her ever so often and we discuss her as we fantasize during our smutty long distance calls. So it's no surprise when my next commandment is: "you have one month to teach her everything. Strip her of all she's ever known about passion, sex, and obedience. Leave her only with the knowledge that you will be her new master. At the end of that month I will come visit you both. Present her to me as you please but know that I will claim her." So I now have until the middle of February to turn this beautiful girl into our little pet. The thought of watching you drive home into that tight little pussy of her, and coming all over her perfect chest makes me clench so hard it begins to become uncomfortable.
It doesn't take much convincing when I talk to her about it; she is too much of a sexual person. Not slutty mind you, just a natural sensual vibe that permanently moves through her. Though beautiful, and submissive, I wonder if she has ever been properly trained; the way every true good submissive deserves to be controlled. "We will start from the very beginning. It is to be understood from now on that you know nothing about physical pleasures except for what I will be teaching you. Do you understand?" sitting quietly on the edge of my bed she says nothing but hangs her head and nods in agreement. "Good girl. Now stand up and move to the middle of the room so I can properly size you up. I may have agreed to please my master but he has made it very clear that if you don't please me then maybe you're not as enticing as I thought you were and I don't have to train you."
"Yes master." She listens well. I walk around her gliding my hands around the back of her waist all the way up her stomach, along her cleavage poking out of that bright red corset (which is part of her natural attire, not something she has been commanded to wear). I stop to face her but her height (and her love of heels) makes it impossible for me to meet her eyes. I continue circling her feeling her smooth ivory skin over her collar bone, gliding a finger or two along her neck line distracting her with one hand. I let the other trace up the lacing, between her shoulder blades, then finally along the base of her hairline wrapping my fingers deep into her hair gripping at the scalp; bringing her directly to her knees without a second thought.
She doesn't lift her head or her eyes. "Look at me." No response, so I grip harder. "That wasn't a question girlie; look at me!" she gasps nearly falling over, she tries to regain her balance using her hands to find the floor. She looks up. "Yes I think I would like to train you very much; you may stand." Making sure my new toy is comfortable, we start simple and I tell her to let me know when she is ready to get started. We go to my bed and sit there for a while talking to one another about our day, joking and what not. After about a half an hour or so, she smiles and innocently enough lays her hand on mine.
"Are you sure that you're ready?" Saying nothing, she nods. I lift her head and lean in to kiss her, but stop just shy and begin running my tongue along her lips just to see how long it will take her to go after it. Her eyes go shut, and her mouth parts and she tilts her head just enough that my mouth will automatically plant on hers. I pull away and her eyes open, almost defeated. Grinning at her "It's about self control my pet. If you're really ready to be under my control you will wait for me to come to you." We play this game a few more times before she finally realizes I wasn't kidding. When she is relaxed and ready I tell her to respond naturally, not to think about what she is doing and I want that to be her only response for everything that may or may not happen.
Placing my lips on hers, parting her mouth with the slight pressure of my tongue. She responds by running her tongue along the underside of mine, as we continue kissing she feels it necessary to place her hands on my back. So I respond with both hands gripped in her hair. Pulling so tight her mouth seems pried open and she is hard pressed to respond at all. "Did I say anything about you touching me?!" Her hands fall to her sides and the rest of her body goes almost limp except for her hips thrusting against mine as I respond by pushing her back on the bed with mine. After I let go of her hair I give her permission to move her hands as she pleases, but is not allowed to travel anywhere on my body other than my back, or my head. Her moans increase and only get louder the deeper and more intense our kissing becomes.
The next few nights are similar, until she has learned how and when it is, and when it's not okay for her to respond with touch. I keep you informed of her training, and I beg for you to tell me what to do; but you have none of it, telling me she is my responsibility. After a week of kissing and controlled touch, she is permitted to move her hands freely in response as she pleases. Every night starts out similar with teasing and light play. Then, she stops me. "Master I feel there is something I need to tell you... shortly after we began my training I took someone home." Irritated I walk away from her and into the bathroom to calm myself. Moments later I come out and she is still in the same position on the bed, knelt down with her shirt off exposing her blue laced bra, her thigh highs rolled down and her hair a ratted mess.
I walk to her, taking her to my closet by the hair putting her in, shutting the door. The box under my bed and the hooks on the wall are begging to be used. Pulling out a tripod and my camera, I set it up in the corner, opposite the closet so it can view the entire layout of the room and press record. I line up the riding crop, French tickler, cat o nine tails, paddle, wrist and thigh cuffs, and my other whip along the hooks. Leaving the box open on the bed, I change into some vinyl spiked boots, black pencil skirt, fishnets, white button up, and pull my hair back to reveal the thick black collar locked around my neck. I reach for the closet door. "You may come out now." I walk to the chair and take a seat. Timidly, she crept out of the closet closing the door behind her, dropping straight to her knees with her head down. "I'm not sure why I bothered trying to train you. It's obvious you don't want to be here or you would have taken it more seriously. It's a shame too; I think you would have made a good pet for my master. I'm not forcing you to stay here. If you wanted you could've said stop... but you didn't. Now is your chance, there's the door. Do what you want, but know that if you want to stay, until we are done with you; we are the only ones allowed to play with you. You have ten seconds to walk out that door."
"May I speak master?" I nod as she looks up with only her eyes, never lifting her head. "Please forgive me master, it was a moment of weakness. At the time I wasn't sure how serious this would get, I got excited and drunk, I felt lonely. It won't happen again master, please..." I say nothing just stand and walk up to her stopping at the box pulling out the first item to be used. I wrap the tape around her wrists, tearing it apart with my teeth only so I can get down to her level and lift her chin with my finger. Looking her straight in her eyes telling her without words that this will be the last time she will ever be allowed to pull this kind of shit, and that she is going to pay. I run my fingers along the instruments on the wall, debating the toy I will use next. Grabbing one off the wall stopping behind her bringing my foot up to her back forcing her to catch herself with her hands, putting more pressure on her until her face is pressed against the cold hard laminate floor.
