Brittany stared into the bathroom mirror eyeing her reflection with disgust, washing the last bit of cum off her face. "Okay Britt, it was only by far and away the slutiest you've ever acted, no big deal right?" she nervously laughed. She additionally had to wipe between her legs with a towel as the wetness had become near unbearable. Despite all evidence to the contrary though, she held on to the notion she wasn't as aroused by all this as she seemed. Lance simply had a nice body and a big dick, that's what turned her on, all of this pain stuff and name calling didn't have anything to do with it. A sturdy dam of pride that still attempted to deny the young woman a flood of pleasure that was quickly rising against it. One had to ask how long could such a thing hold against the surging waters of lust?
Looking down into the sink she began to take soft deep breaths before looking back up, "Now you gotta stay calm, girl! You're just gonna keep proving this perv right!" talking to her reflection as a coach would a player on their team. "The less you think about this next part, the faster it'll be over!" she reasoned with herself. Her eyes now filling with optimistic vigor as she rallied her confidence, the hearty forces of her self regard hanging strong. "Remember what they taught you in yoga, inhale count to 7 exhale.'' She quickly began practicing the technique in the mirror, taking a deep inhale then counting to seven before exhaling. After a couple of minutes she felt her heart rate begin to slightly lower, grinning in satisfaction she nodded at her reflection.
"See, piece of cake!" she remarked to herself smiling. "He just tries to intimidate you with all those silly phrases, like being a good...a good pain slut..", Brittany seemed to bite her lip almost immediately after speaking the words, the arousal she had worked so hard to suppress begun to return with avengence. "...and p...pussy training..." she spoke softly as the now all too familiar feeling of her nipples standing up radiated across her chest. Brittany closed her eyes and ran her right hand down her stomach towards her reawakened clit, the left traveled up fondling her breast and nipple. She thought about the rhythmic tappings of Lances whip against her body, the delicious sting of it smacking against her exposed bosom over and over. Her right hand now passing her stomach and opening up the hot wetness of her folds to stimulate the swelling bead underneath.
"It was kind of sexy though." she admitted, licking her lips with still shut eyes, "Laying there covered in cum..." she whispered, her hand now rubbing in a circular motion across her clit. "...just where a little whore like me belongs..."
Brittany snapped herself out of it with a mighty jolt, "Oh fuck.." she exclaimed, examining herself in the mirror she realized her face was even more flush than before. Between her legs she could feel a tsunami coating her, completely soaked once again. All her work to calm down had been negated in about thirty seconds, Brittany hunched over defeated before shaking her head and looking up to the mirror. She glanced off to the side for a second, as if what Brittany wanted to say to her reflection was right on the tip of her tongue but she couldn't look herself in the eye to do it. Finally, with a deep breath, the poor girl looked up exasperated and admitted "This is gonna be bad..."
Lance patiently waited for Brittany to finish cleaning off in the bathroom, he had left the dungeon temporarily and returned with a small blue cooler which he placed on the ground near the imposing St. Andrews Cross in the corner. Walking back over to the cabinet in the center of the room, Lance reached in and removed several items; a magic wand style vibrator made of black material, a large green plastic ball gag, a medium sized bottle of lubricant, a polished stainless steel set of nipple clamps, a towel, and a small metal box. Setting the items on the top of the cabinet next to his rack of paddles and whips Lance carefully selected one of his leather paddles from the top of it, placing it alongside the previous items.
He was still shaking from his experience of teaching Brittany cock worship, the look in her eyes as her face was dripping with hot cum, how she took him in so deeply. It was an intoxicatingly deep submission in her eyes, focus needed to remain though, the next few steps were crucial. Training a whore is a delicate balance you see, one must control their body and mind in equal measure. They must be taught their body exists to be abused and fucked while their mind had to be broken of any notions they have control over themselves or what happens to their body. Only then can a whore finally blossom into her own and take full acceptance of her submission, until then they still hold the false belief that they can use their body as a weapon, a thought that must be expelled from the slut's brain at all costs.
Lance realized she had tried to sexually command him with her fellatio spectacle and was dying to get her back, now the opportunity had arisen. The clever dom had taken care to not touch Brittany's pussy much as of yet, despite the deliciously juicy treat it seemed, because if this experience was indeed turning her on he wanted to make sure it was a boiling mess by the time he started. See to tame a slut's pussy one must always keep it uncontrollably wet, which isn't hard to do given how easily aroused whores are, arousal keeps whores obedient as they will follow any commands necessary to get their aching vaginas played with and penetrated to climax. It's important however if you do allow a slut to climax you continue to force orgasms from her body, least she start to believe she has a say-so on when she orgasms and how much. Brittany was no exception to this rule and now Lance was going to get to show her that, if he had played his cards right so far (which he believed he had), Brittany was sitting in that bathroom a soaking wet mess currently.
Walking over to the cooler he brought down, Lance opened the top, inside were several bottles of water and gatorade as well as plastic bags filled with ice cubes. He grabbed two bottles of sports drink and pulled them out before shutting the lid, walking back over to where he had placed the folding chair earlier in the day Lance sat down and cracked open one of them and began guzzling down the orange flavored liquid. Looking over toward the secret opening to the dungeon's restroom he brewed with anticipation, within a few moments that felt like hours for Lance, four gentle taps came from behind it. Walking up Lance pressed his palm against it and the door slid open, revealing a nude Brittany on her knees, he had instructed her to not wear the boots for this lesson as they would get in the way of things.
Brittany methodically emerged from the hidden room, her legs were shaking so bad she thought they may cave beneath her as she crawled toward Lance, though they were definitely enjoying the freedom of being outside those damn boots. Her throat was dry as a desert despite the many gulps of water she had taken from the bathroom sink, her heartbeat raced as he led her toward the center cabinet, the bathroom door sealing closed behind her as if to signal there was now no escape. Lance kneeled down and handed her a bottle of gatorade, a devious look in his eye, Brittany sat on her knees and drank it while Lance reapplied her collar. About 40 seconds later Brittany handed back the half finished bottle and Lance placed it to the side.
"Lesson two is pussy training and how you will properly serve as a painslut" he began, "since your little fuck hole is the reason you exist, you must be taught how to properly use it to please men". Tugging on her collar he continued, "You will first learn to present yourself to your master, a simple act that you have probably done quite a bit in your life, though no doubt under the false pretense you were the one controlling the encounter. Lance pushed on her head and forced it down on the carpet, "Ass up, whore" he commanded, reaching over he grabbed the paddle he had selected earlier off the cabinet top.
Brittany did as she was told, thrusting her rear up as though ready to be bent over and fucked deeply. "When I say present yourself this is how you will sit for me, it is called presenting yourself because it gives Master potential access to all of his whore's holes", kneeling down he sat the paddle on the floor, then took his fingers and began massaging her wet labia. Grinning, he realized his suspicions of her arousal were correct, Lance began to speed up his fingers wanting the girl's desperately aroused flower to thoroughly soak his hands. Brittany gasped as she tried to hold back lust filled moans.
