Sir trained me to be his perfect slave girl. For the most part, I stayed in the basement playroom all day and night. At a certain time each day, I would here a ding of a computerized bell. This was my signal that I was allowed to go upstairs and into the kitchen, but only the kitchen, all other parts of the house were off limits to me. I would make myself a sandwich and pour a glass of milk and eat as I stared out the window to the spacious grounds of Sir's estate. I was able to determine the season and the month by what I saw outside, the leaves on the trees turning gold and red meant it was Autumn, snow falling and swirling all around meant it was winter, and so on.
All too soon, another ding would sound which alerted me I only had two minutes to return to the playroom. I placed my dirty dishes in the kitchen sink and returned downstairs.
When the basement door shut behind me, I heard the sound of the bolts locking automatically. I wore a special computerized collar around my neck at all times unless I was showering. My collar collected data such as my movements in the house and even my heart rate. Sir could look at an app on his phone to check on me through the collar information. Sir also had cameras set up and he was able to watch me in real time, also on his phone.
I knew Sir went somewhere everyday, his job, perhaps? I would hear voices coming from upstairs but it didn't sound like the words were English. I could hear a vacuum running above me, the maid, I guessed.
I didn't have a TV or a radio or a phone. There were no books or magazines in the playroom, either. I spent much of my time during the day sleeping on the concrete floor but after I had completed my training, Sir generously gifted me with a soft, warm blanket.
Sir visited me every day, bringing me my evening meal and allowing me to use the toilet and shower. Sometimes, we did a scene together and other times Sir simply returned back upstairs, leaving me alone again.
A scene, as Sir called them, was when he tied me or strapped me down to a beam or a chair or a structure pole. He might blindfold me or put a gag in my mouth, or not. He would do what tickled his fancy in the moment, maybe put clamps on my nipples or labia. Or use toys to stimulate and tease me into a fury of need for sexual release but then leave me wanting. He hit me with a flogger, the leather strips stinging my soft skin. He also used a paddle and his bare hand. He often told me that he enjoyed watching my butt turn from peach to pink to red. Sir had a medical fetish. He had a chair in the playroom that had feet stirrups, like something you would see in a gynecological office. Sir would direct me to sit in this chair and strap my arms and legs down tightly. With my feet in the stirrups, my legs were stretched wide apart with my feet held high above my body. The "Doctor" scene basically consisted of Sir performing a gynecological exam. Sir had acquired actual medical tools like speculums and would exam me very thoroughly. During these scenes, more often than not, Sir would administer an enema. The first time he did this, I had never even heard of an enema before and I had no idea what was happening as he inserted the hard, plastic tube into my rectum and then proceeded to fill me with fluid. It felt so strange and then as I began to fill up, the waves of cramps hit me. Sir took the plastic tube out and pushed in a butt plug as I sweated and whimpered at the uncomfortable full feeling and cramping. Next, Sir massaged by distended belly with his hands, digging his fingers into me, telling me he was helping me with the cramping but this only amplified my distress. Finally, Sir, unbound me and I was allowed to evacuate my bowls on the toilet.
Other times, during our Doctor scenes, after giving me my exam, he would fuck me, still bound in the straps to the exam chair. He loved this especially. Standing at the edge of the chair next to my pussy, me completely immobilized and spread open for him to do just what he pleased.
During our very first Doctor scene, Sir inserted a metal device through my cervix and into my uterus. The device served two purposes, one, it was birth control and two, it made it so I did not have my monthly menstrual period. Ever. The insertion of the device was excruciating.
I learned after, Sir was not actually a doctor and looked up online how to insert it into me. After a lot of painful tries and missteps, he finally got it into me, but by that time I had passed out.
As time went by, Sir spent less and less time with me, all too often, giving me my evening meal and returning upstairs without saying so much as a word to me. This was very distressing for me. Sir was the only person I interacted with for months, and it had seemed he had lost interest in me. I knew I had not displeased him, in fact if I had, he would have punished me with the excited glint in his eyes that he had whenever I needed to be taught a lesson.
Perhaps now that I was trained and very docile, he was bored with me.
I was to learn some time later this was not the case at all. The truth was Sir was seventy two years old and running a large multimillion dollar company along with his younger brother and his nephew, Tom. Sir worked twelve hours a day at his office and by the time he came home, he was exhausted. Most evenings all he could manage was to eat his dinner, watch some TV and go to bed, engaging in a scene with me or even going downstairs for a simple blowjob, seemed like too much effort for his tired body. Sir knew he was neglecting his slave and felt guilty about it. He knew he needed to figure out a different arrangement, but what? He wasn't sure.
And then a possible solution came to him. His nephew Tom! Tom was a lot like Sir had been at his age, brash, determined, overly confident but smart and most of all very controlling. Despite Tom's good looks and intelligence, he had stupidly set his sights on seducing a good looking dyke from the sales department. Yeah, the girl was smart and had a killer hot body but again, she liked to eat pussy so it was a lost cause for Tom. Sir could see Tom's frustration building over this girl and decided to let Tom in on a little secret of his: me.
One evening, I heard the basement door open and I immediately put myself in position. "In position" was the term used to describe the position I was be in to greet Sir with when he first entered the basement. 'In position' was me on my knees, ass up facing the stairs, and head and arms on the floor. Every greeting between Sir and I consisted of me in 'in position' so that Sir could put his finger or fingers into my asshole. He referred to this as my ongoing docility training. I suppose it was to remind me that with every interaction I had with Sir, I was his stupid whore to be used as however he felt fit.
I was shocked when I heard what sounded like two men having a discussion as they came down the stairs. Sir had never brought down a guest before! I felt both frightened but also very excited and curious!
From the position I was in, I could not see the other man standing next to Sir in front of me but I could sense his presence. The man said, "Whoa!!!" when he first entered the playroom but I didn't know if he was reacting to me, the young woman on her knees with her ass high in the air in front of him, or the playroom itself. I tried to stay very still but I was dying to get a look at the new visitor, from just the sound of his voice he sounded young! Like maybe thirty, perhaps! Much younger than Sir, that's for sure!
"Slave bitch, position two!" Sir barked loudly at me. I quickly stood up and placed myself in position two with my arms behind my back, tits pushed up and out, my eyes staring straight ahead.
I could see my new visitor now. He was very good looking! He was tall and well built like maybe he played football in high school and maybe in college too. His shoulders were broad and his chest looked strong and unyielding. I felt my mouth get wet as I observed him from my position.
"Slave bitch, meet Tom. You call him Master. You are his slave bitch now as well as mine." Sir explained, sounding angry, but that was the tone he always used whenever he spoke to me.
Master Tom's eyes stared widely at my nude body from head to toe and back again. He took in my dark brown long hair, my thin body, my young twenty year old's firm breasts with light brown pointy nipples, down to my flat stomach, full hips, my pussy covered in dark pubic hair and then my shapely legs.
"That's quite a full snatch!" Master Tom commented, staring straight at my pussy.
"I prefer them natural." Sir answered.
I could tell Master Tom did not and I felt ashamed of my hairy cunt, I did not please him.
"You should punish slave bitch for not keeping her cunt clean for you!" Sir instructed handing Master Tom the wood paddle.
I could tell this surprised Master Tom, how was I supposed to know to shave my cunt for him if I didn't know he was coming to see me and he liked a shaved pussy? But questions like that didn't matter in the playroom. The fact is, Tom was here, he didn't like my pubic hair and now I should be punished for displeasing him. Tom accepted the paddle from his uncle. He walked behind me and struck my ass, hard, three times before handing the paddle back to Sir. I was curious how Master Tom felt about doing this. I got my answer when he was in front of me again. I could see his large dick pushing out from under his pants and he had a wild and thrilled look in his eyes. Paddling me turned him on, just like his uncle.
Sir instructed Master Tom how to treat me, like a master treats his slave. Sir also introduced Master to the exam chair, demonstrating how to strap down my arms and legs and how to use each cold, steel, medical tool, opening parts of my body so that he could poke and tickle deep into my body. Even I got the sense that Master Tom did not have this particular kink and my first time being examined in the chair by Master Tom was also the last.
Master Tom liked blow jobs. A lot. He also liked anal and he fucked my pussy, too. I enjoyed having sex with Master. He was so much younger and stronger than Sir. He smelled so good, just his natural smell as he did not wear cologne. He also seemed to really enjoy fucking me, unlike Sir who seemed to prefer the lead up scene to sex rather than the sex itself.
Doing things like attaching clamps onto my nipples, did not so much thrill Sir sexually but instead, just seemed like it was a needed addition, as part of the scene.
Sir had the three of us go through scenes in which Sir would whisper to me ways in which I was so supposed to behave badly, like standing up without Master's permission to do so first and the game was Master had to notice my failing and then punish me. Sometimes, like Sir, Master would use the flogger or his hand to redden my ass with for no other reason than they enjoyed doing it.
