Dear Ms. Bonham,
I am writing to inform you and the editorial staff that I have successfully been accepted as a sexual apprentice of Carmen. I suspect that it is not her real name, but I hope that over the course of my apprenticeship, I will unravel the truths around her. This package contains several important items, including letters to my family that will explain my absence, as I suspect this apprenticeship could last months, or even longer. I trust you to deliver them safely. I also included documents for you that will allow you to freeze my bank account and credit cards until I return home. In addition, I have included a USB drive that contains a recording of my first encounter with Carmen. She is truly a seductress and sexual being of exceptional power. It is my intent to submit to her so as to understand her sexual composition, and ultimately triumph over her.
I would be lying, of course, if I did not confess that I want to taste her cunt and arsehole. She's got a spectacular build. A little plump in the middle, but in a pleasing way, and enormous breasts. Quite possibly the most perfectly sculpted and enormous arse I have ever laid eyes upon, and in truth, I have not had the opportunity to truly explore its contours. I've included a sketch of her in the supine position upon the chair, detailing her elaborate tattoos. Notice the lotus tattoo around her vulva. Currently, she has grown a thatch of pubic hair that conceals much of it, but I intend to see it in all of its glory.
After I suckled her breasts last night, she showed me to a small bedroom and locked me inside. There was nothing in the room but a nightstand, a jug of water, a litter box, and a bidet. I had to urinate and defecate in the litter box like an animal. More humiliating, however, was the fact that my arousal was at an all time high. I masturbated until the late hours of the night, spraying the sheets of the bed with my femininity. My cunt feels sore but is ready for whatever abuse I face next. In the morning, she slid some eggs and orange juice through a slat in the door, as well as some fresh clothes. A modest dress and some simple white knickers. I suspect I will not wear them long.
I was blindfolded and transported in a car to a secret location. I am currently in a room with white walls and some writing utensils, settling my affairs. She will not allow me to send you another letter until I complete the first phase of my training, so it may be a while until you hear from me. Included within here is a contract I have signed with her, appointing her as my legal guardian until the point that I graduate from the program, or resign. My resignation can be triggered by simply uttering the word "shibboleth".
I tell you this now, though. I will never resign. I will graduate, and I will make Carmen my bitch.
Regards,
Roisin
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The door of her room clicked open. "You're finished, then?" Carmen said. Today she wore a thick, black robe that concealed her body. It caused Roisin some considerable irritation.
"Yes," Roisin said, sealing the package. "I've addressed it correctly. You'll be sure to send it?"
"My secretary will take care of it." Carmen stepped inside. "Now then, we must begin your training. Follow me."
"Yes, Mami." Roisin followed Carmen down the hall, her bare feet cold against the tiled floor. They appeared to be underground, through sunlit slants broke through narrow windows at the places where the walls met the ceiling. The walls were adorned with various paintings, most of which were women in erotic poses. They came in all colors and builds, some with untamed pubic hair, others shaved bald, and still others in between with various stylings. She was particularly drawn to one of a woman seated in Carmen's pose from the previous night. This woman was slender and pale, with silvery blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. Her cunt was delicate, with a wispy landing strip. Tattooed chains whirled around from the edges of her painted labia.
"You like her, yes?" Carmen said, stopping. Her dark eyes pierced into Roisin, and the redhead felt her cheeks flush. Carmen was wearing heels, which made her almost as tall as Roisin. "She was one of my apprentices. Perhaps my greatest one. Gifted with the tongue of a nymph, and the cunt of a she-wolf in heat." Carmen reached out to grip Roisin's chin. "You have a long way to go if you ever wish to achieve a fraction of her sexual potential."
Roisin resisted the urge to snap at Carmen. The woman seemed to know just how to push her buttons, which was why it annoyed her that she could feel her loins heating up. "Are all of these women your apprentices?"
"Some. Some are lovers. Others are just gifts." She opened black, nondescript door and placed her hand on Roisin's back. "In you go," she barked, shoving the redhead in with harsh force.
Roisin hit the ground, her hands breaking her fall. The room was tiled, like the outside corridor, and from the ceiling hung a frightening looking contraption. Chains with cuffs and truss ropes in between, clearly designed to suspend a woman with maximum exposure of her most intimate regions. On the wall across from her was something that frightened Roisin even more. Wooden racks, filled to the brim with every kind of torture implement imaginable. There was no doubt about it.
Her training was about to begin.
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Carmen slammed the door shut behind her. A heel came down and pressed onto Roisin's back. "Now then, let's get started." She reached up and grabbed one of the cuffs, strapping Roisin's wrist into it. The girl yelped out, but it was only a small taste of the pain she was about to receive. Roisin was a filthy, depraved slut, who needed discipline. "Here we go, cuff number two," she said, locking up Roisin's other wrist. The machine began to raise the girl up into the air, her legs still swinging about. Carmen applied another cuff to her left ankle, this one hooked to a spreader bar. The final cuff was at the other end of the bar, and she affixed it to Roisin's right ankle. The girl was now suspended from the ceiling, parallel to the floor with her face down. Carmen slipped a hand into her robe to rub her aroused cunt. She loved the look of fear in Roisin's eyes.
"Are you comfortable, whore?" she said to her new apprentice, walking around to survey the girl. Her breasts were still tight and perky, even with gravity tugging at them in this position. Carmen was jealous, though she knew her own breasts were of a different sort of quality, and equally as desirable. "Today we are going to conduct a baseline assessment and grade your primary sexual characteristics."
Roisin struggled against the restraints, whimpering as Carmen adjusted the spreader bar, widening her stance to bare the girl's vulva and rosebud. They were absolutely delightful to gaze upon, and though she really ought to have resisted, Carmen decided she needed another taste. Stepping in between the suspended girl's legs, she brought her tongue to the nub of Roisin's clit and lapped it gently. The girl melted under her practiced tongue as she drew a broad stroke up the labia, then flicked back down to the clit.
"Oh fuck..." Roisin's taste was rich on Carmen's tongue. She was reminiscent of spring water and meadows, and was worthy of lazily lapping at, much like a fine whiskey. But Carmen was a cunt connoisseur, and she knew not to overindulge. She pulled her tongue back inside her mouth, savoring the tortured groan from her apprentice, before firing it out like a bullet, straight into Roisin's puckered backhole.
The redheaded slut shrieked. Her arsecheeks vibrated with the strength of the sensation and Carmen brought her big, strong Latin hands down on the pale, freckled globes. Once, twice, thrice, each time harder than the last.
"Please, Mami," Roisin pleaded. "Lick me some more."
"No, I'm afraid I can't do that. We need to start our examination." Carmen stepped away and walked to the other end of the room, then looked towards the door. There was a knock, and then it creaked open.
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Roisin was in hell. How could Carmen do that? With one tongue motion, she had loosened Roisin's entire arsehole, made her body desperate for more, and unable to do anything but drip her essence onto the tiled floor. The woman was undoubtedly every bit the sexual virtuoso she claimed to be.
Hearing the door open, she strained and struggled against the cold hard restraints, but there was nothing she could do. She just hung there, swinging slightly, as her cunt and arsehole throbbed. A figure walked by her peripheral, and Roisin was surprised that it was a woman in her late fifties. She had iron gray hair, pale brown skin, and green eyes behind thick framed glasses. Roisin had a feeling she was of South Asian origin. The woman was slim and wore a proper business suit, with fine pantyhose that tucked down into professional looking heels. The only thing remotely inappropriate about her outfit was the cleavage her blouse showcased, revealing her aged and quite impressive bosom.
"Are you," she grunted, the restraints constraining her speech, "the secretary?"
She yelped in pain as something flicked across her left nipple. Her blue eyes flicked up to look at Carmen, who now held a thin cane in her hand. "Don't be fucking rude, slut. You will refer to my secretary as Miss Azad."
Miss Azad gave Roisin a curt nod and sat down at a desk near the wall of implements. "I am privileged to meet you, apprentice number twenty-three."
Twenty-three?
"You've had twenty-three apprentices?" Roisin said, her jaw dropping. A twinge of jealousy flashed inside of her. While she knew that she was only doing this for the story, part of her had felt real pride knowing that she'd been accepted to Carmen's schooling. Seventeen apprentices made her feel as though she were cheap.
"That is correct," Miss Azad said, as she pulled out a laptop and began typing away. "Though to be clear, the number of graduates of this program is much lower. Domina," she said, now addressing Carmen, "the subject is already dripping. Has she been prematurely aroused, or is she a natural slut?"
Carmen scowled. "She's a natural slut, all right. You read my file on her."
"Mami had a taste," Roisin protested. "She made me wet!"
Blinding hot pain flashed across her breasts as the cane went whack, thwack. Two hits in quick succession and Roisin felt tears spark in her eyes. Her arse still hurt from the spanking, and she could tell things were only going worse.
