Errs in Training

Cunt finished supper, her mother clearing the table as dad went into the garage. Cunt didn't pay further attention to her parents as she picked out a textbook to continue doing homework. They all knew Mistress was going to summon cunt to serve this weekend, so cunt wanted to get as much schoolwork done as possible.

Mom could be heard rinsing the dishes, cunt aware her mom still had bruises from when mom served Mistress earlier this week, dad was undoubtably working out in the garage to be in better shape to serve Mistress after his session this week.

The agreement between parents and Mistress, was that daughter Beth, a cunt slave to Mistress already, could be trained by Mistress on weekends, but her college work came first during the week. So, instead of training cunt as usual, the parents took the training sessions during the week. This week mom submitted to be named pus-pus and later dad submitted to be named panties. Both were, after only one session, eager to return to show obedience and respect to Mistress.

Cunt spent two hours doing homework before its neck vibrated, a gentle vibration signaling Mistress was summoning it. Cunt closed the books, put the work away, and told her parents sitting on the couch watching TV, that she was summoned. Cunt had five minutes between summoned and knocking respectfully on Mistress's door, ready to serve. Cunt was knocking after only three minutes.

Mistress opened the door, cunt asking if it could serve Mistress for Mistress's pleasure, and was allowed in. As Mistress closed the door, cunt went to where it had to strip, before moving to kneel before the fireplace, taking the slave pose of knees wide apart, ankles crossed, fingers interlaced behind cunt's head. Cunt knelt upright, eyes down, waiting for Mistress to issue a command.

"Have its nipples stiffen."

Glancing down its body, cunt saw the nipples were a bit stiff as it thought of serving Mistress, thought of the times it was allowed to lick the bottom of Mistress's shoes, allowed to be used in humiliating ways. The nipples stiffened more, now hard nubs seeking attention. The only problem to cunt was that the same thoughts made its pussy drenched, the chastity belt doing nothing to stem the flood of juices.

"Crawl to the hoop."

"Mistress, thank you, Mistress."

Cunt went to all fours, crawling through to the kitchen to the door leading to the basement. Cunt was upright to go down the stairs, but back on all fours to crawl to the purple hula hoop on the floor. Once inside the hoop, cunt went to pose, waiting for Mistress to arrive, to do whatever Mistress desired to cunt.

The basement had a nice living area at one end, a large TV on the wall, this end was all about bondage and discipline, a large X by the wall, an iron cage in plain sight, a wall and table filled with various items to be used to either cause pain or pleasure, depending on how Mistress felt. Cunt was aware of both aspects from its previous visits.

The nineteen-year-old girl had no idea how long it knelt, there were no clocks, and the basement windows were blocked off. Mistress finally came downstairs, walking to the table, cunt getting more aroused as Mistress picked up the flogger. The strap hurt like hell, the crop was intense, the flogger felt almost erotic in comparison, so cunt could only react with pleasure at the idea Mistress might use it on the kneeling cunt slave.

"If Mistress sends cunt to an address, will cunt do as it is told?"

"Mistress, cunt will do what pleases Mistress."

"Mistress is sure it will. Cunt does have the option to not go."

There was no hesitation.

"Mistress, cunt wishes to please Mistress. If Mistress wishes cunt to go someplace for a reason, cunt will do so. Happily, Mistress."

"Mistress hasn't told her cunt what to expect. Did cunt want to know?"

"Mistress, cunt will do as told. Mistress, cunt will go whether Mistress wishes to tell cunt or not. It is only for obeying and pleasing Mistress."

A hand came down to raise cunt's face, so she stared into Mistress's blank eyes. The eyes were the first thing noticed, for they appeared to be dead, yet as cunt knew, Mistress's eyesight was normal. The impression of the dead eyes never seemed to leave cunt though, as it felt thrilled to be looked at directly. A rare honor for cunt.

"As Mistress has said, all three of cunt's holes are virginal and all three are for Mistress's usage only. If anyone at that address, tries to use them, cunt is to fight back and return. More, text Mistress if that happens."

"Mistress, yes, Mistress. Mistress owns cunt, Mistress only can decide how cunt is used."

The words were spoken, both aware they were truth to the kneeling submissive. It didn't take long that first time for Beth to be caught stealing from the neighbor lady to being a cunt desiring only to please Mistress. Now it was the main concept in its life, serving Mistress, pleasing Mistress, obeying Mistress.

"Does cunt own high heels?"

"Mistress, cunt has a pair from a school formal. They are white, with two-inch heels, with no adornments."

"Cunt should start wearing them to school to get used to them. Does pus-pus have any?"

"Mistress, pus-pus has four or five pairs of various colors and heels. Mistress, cunt does not know what they are but can send Mistress photos."

"Do so." Mistress walked away as she ordered cunt to stand up.

Cunt was standing in pose when Mistress unlocked the chastity belt, the knob coming out of cunt with a loud slurp sound. Cunt set it on a towel indicated by Mistress, the juices running freely down cunt's thighs. Mistress handed it a rose shaped object.

"Here, press this against its clit, and keep it there."

Cunt pressed the item only a few inches in length and diameter, the hole in the center of the rose going over its clit. Mistress blindfolded cunt before walking away, cunt not sure what was going on.

The rose came alive, the soft petals around the hole vibrating, sucking on the clit. Cunt jumped but held the rose in place as the vibrations changed, cunt shaking with need as the item drove its clit to spasms of pleasure. The vibrations changed yet again, the sucking sensation getting more and more and then less and less before increasing, each time the vibrations changing.

"aaggg! Gggnnnnanannana!"

It was the best cunt could do as its body was tipping to the edge, cunt taking deep gulps of air, its reaction to Mistress's changing the patterns very noisy and very vivid as cunt finally had to fling out an arm, grabbing the table to it would not fall over as Mistress changed the speeds and action. That all cunt had to do was remove the rose from the clit and it all ended, didn't occur to the suffering denied orgasm. All cunt could use a rational mind for was to think of obedience to Mistress, the last order being to hold the rose in place.

Satisfied all seven patterns of her new toy worked well, Mistress simply turned it off, smiling as cunt didn't seem to notice for a few minutes as the naked body shook with need, the sweat gleaming in the ceiling light, the puddle between the legs growing into a mini lake. Once it was back from the edge, cunt tried standing back into pose, one hand still holding the rose to the clit until Mistress allowed otherwise.

Mistress removed the blindfold, cunt staring with glazed eyes, chest still heaving from the exertion of trying not to cum without permission.

"Put the rose with the belt and pick up the pussy."

Blinking, cunt absorbed the command, setting it on the towel next to the chastity belt, and picking up the fake pussy on the table.

"Put it between its legs, get it soaked in juice like a real pussy."

Cunt did so, finding as dripping wet as its pussy was, it was easy to coat the fake pussy as it let juice drip into the rubbery folds.

"Lick it clean."

Mistress leaned against the table, watching her teen neighbor bring the pussy to its face and start licking the outside of the pussy where it dripped on to its hand. Mistress nodded a bit, noting the slave never hesitated in taking in pussy juice, but then cunt had licked a real pussy once and didn't hesitate then either. Or when sucking its first real cock, tasting it as it grew to an erection when sucked, cunt discovering it couldn't suck it all into its mouth.

"Douse it again."

Cunt coated the pussy a second time, bringing it up to lick clean.

"Shove its tongue deep into that pussy, make it feel how a tongue should."

Cunt pushed the pussy over its mouth, driving its tongue deep into the rubber folds, cunt having no idea how it looked as it suck and licked the fake pussy.

"Keep it there, cunt, suck it deep, and cum for Mistress."

"aaahhthtieoppggeooee!"

It made no sense to Mistress who watched the fake pussy mold to cunt's face as it screamed in orgasm, allowed to cum after being denied for almost two weeks. The body shook, Mistress thinking Elvis couldn't match the movements on his best day. Juice squirted all over the floor, coated cunt's legs and feet, the upper body shaking as if being tased. Finally, with a bit of eye rolling, cunt fell to the floor, the fake pussy falling away, Mistress reaching out to catch her slave before it slammed into the floor.

Cunt was left on the floor, Mistress moving to open a cabinet door, revealing two men in bondage gear waiting for Mistress to command them. She did so, sitting comfortably as the men moved cunt to the side, mopping up the floor, cleaning the chastity, rose, and pussy in the sink, at least by the time cunt revived, the smell of its orgasm wouldn't be so sharp. Cunt itself was left alone, still covered with pussy juice.

Within fifteen minutes, the two men were back in the cupboard where they would reside until sunrise when they would be released, fully appreciative of Mistress allowing them to be objects to be used before they went home to prepare for their Saturday shifts at work. Cunt was tapped awake with a crop hitting its ass.

Cunt blinked, taking a minute to remember where it was and why. It quickly went to kneeling pose, ignoring its own condition, as it waited for Mistress to take command.

"Cunt, go home, get some sleep. At ten, come back here and be wearing the heels. Cunt will be gone for several hours, make sure its parents know that. Also, tell them to get a gate for the back, so cunt can crawl from house to house without using the sidewalk."

"Mistress, they are its parents. They may not take to cunt simply telling them to do something."

"Did Mistress stutter? Tell them and let them deal with the problem."

"Mistress, yes, Mistress."

A weary cunt came inside to see its parents sitting on the couch, still watching TV. Both looked at it with a bit of alarm.

"What did Mistress do to you?" mom asked.

"Mistress allowed cunt to have an orgasm. After generously allowing cunt to recuperate, it was sent home. Cunt has to be ready to see Mistress at ten in the morning."

"Better shower, you stink." Dad told her.

"Yes, it intends to. By the way, Mistress suggested since cunt will be gone for several hours tomorrow, you may want to look at putting in a gate in the back fence, so we have better access to Mistress."

"Gates cost money. It will take time to have that in the budget."

"Cunt did mention its parents wouldn't take to cunt telling them to do things. Mistress suggested you take it up with Mistress."

Cunt walked upstairs, showered, and dropped into bed while still naked, spending the night on the covers, exhausted from the orgasm. Dreams of the session invaded its mind, cunt aroused when it woke Saturday morning at nine.

Another shower, shampoo, time to find the heels (finally, behind some clothes on the closet shelf), donning a fresh dress, eating a quick breakfast of cereal, grabbing a jacket for the cool air, and cunt was knocking on the door at ten exactly. What threw it off was Mistress telling cunt to go to the garage as is, before shutting the door.

Cunt hurried around the corner, going into the garage where the BMW sat alone. This was a first, cunt already feeling the moisture as it wondered what Mistress had in mind this time.