Rosebuds Second Day

Hey lovely readers,

This story is part of a series about the capture and training of a woman by a gentle dominant and his sadistic assistant/slave. I've tried to make each chapter a standalone, but you may want to start with the first one anyway.

As always, this is just fantasy, and very much not something you should try.

-IT

A friend and client once joked that I pick names like a demented horse trainer. I suppose it looks that way from the outside. Most trainers give their girls fairly normal names, although with a preference for the exotic and suggestive (Candy, Cherry, and the like.) But I like a name to mean something more than, "hot girl." The names I give my hobby girls (i.e. the ones I intend to keep for a while) reflect something about the personality of the slave, generally based on something that happens during training.

Take my assistant Cubby Hole ("Cubby" for short.) She's a petite girl with a dancing and gymnastics background. I acquired her almost by accident while exploring an old, abandoned building. She was an aspiring photographer at the time, and had gone to do a a shoot with a friend -- a tall, skinny tattooist and aspiring model looking for an unconventional setting to setoff her striking looks. She fought like hell at first, but I quickly discovered something about her: Cubby liked bondage. She was especially keen on confinement, and even during those first weeks, would get quite docile and horny when I had her packaged up tight. So I gave her that name, and had her friend tattoo it over her bare mound, adding a cute graphic of her tight little ass peeking out of a drawer on her lower back. It gave her a new identity based on something that we'd experienced together, which helped her form a new identity around her place in her master's household. I kept the friend around long enough to teach Cubby some basic technique, and then sold her off to some fashion designer and bondage afficionado as a living doll.

Perhaps I was pushing things this time, but to me, the name just seemed right for my new slave. After all, she'd mostly go by Rosebud, which was a pretty name. And the experience of her sudden attentive compliance as soon as I stuck my cock in her bum was a moving milestone in her training, for both of us, I think. And if I ever did sell her or give her away, the name would ensure her new owner never lost track of how to maintain the girl's devotion.

At any rate, I hadn't had a girl with such a natural aptitude for submission in quite a while, and I was eager to give her every opportunity to excel in her training. So I arranged for Cubby to give her the tattoo the next morning. When Cubby walked her up to me at breakfast, I could see that she'd progressed over night. She was still kept blind, as per my instructions, but as soon as she heard my voice, she rushed over to me, wrapping her arms around my legs and pressing her face against me.

Of course I knew this wasn't just a show of affection for me; the nervous way she'd whimper and glance blindly behind her at her mistress made it very clear that she was trying, in her limited way, to entice me to keep her to myself. But motives don't really matter at this stage. Given enough repetition, worshipping her master and appeasing her mistress would become second nature, however mercenary her apparent affection at the beginning.

The girl got restless after a moment, sniffing the air forlornly as Cubby cooked a meal of sausage, eggs and hashbrowns. "Are you hungry, girl?" I asked, stroking her head. She nodded, climbing up my legs like an over-excited dog, and began nosing my crotch through my pants. No doubt, she thought if she could entice me into accepting a blowjob, I'd have to take out the gag and, perhaps, feed her.

"Aww, good girl. Were you good for Mistress?"

She froze for a moment, then went back to nosing me even more enthusiastically. I sighed, pushing her back, and lubing up a dildo. "Turn around, Rosebud," She spun, took a deep breath, and then raised her ass in the air, wiggling it. She yelped as I pressed the dildo home. "I asked you a question, slave." Were you good for Mistress. She nodded, swallowing audibly.

"You followed all her rules, and didn't act up?"

"Mmhmm," Rosebud squeaked out, pressing her face against the floor as if she thought she could disappear into the floor. I resisted the urge to chuckle. Instead, I began to work the dildo in and out. Her ass was red from bare-hand smacking, but there were no stripes. Then again, there wouldn't be -- Cubby knew better than to damage the canvas in a slave we were about to mark.

"What do you think, Cubby? How did she behave?"

"Like a dumb, spoiled little cunt, Sir." Rosebud audibly whimpered at the description, but by Cubby's standards, it was practically praise -- Rosebud had put up some resistance and perhaps there'd been a bit of a power struggle, but no real rebellion or serious misbehavior.

I shared a smile with my assistant. "That's too bad. How much punishment has she earned?"

"I'd say a nice whipping and two hours in The Machine should do it."

"The Machine? Wow. I thought you said you were good, Rosebud."

The slave whimpered miserably. In reality, there was no piece of equipment we called "The Machine," but the name worked wonder on the imagination of a new slave.

"It's a pity," Cubby said, solemnly. "Such nice skin. I didn't want to have to, mar it so quickly. But you know, rules are rules."

"Hmm." I pulled out the dildo and knelt down behind Rosebud, stroking my cock. "What if we marked Rosebud another way?"

"You mean a tattoo? I don't know if she can sit still that long. She was pretty fidgety last night."

"What do you think, Rosebud?" I asked, sliding into her ass. "Instead of welts and scars and all that nastiness, we'll give you a pretty little tattoo right here?" I slapped her ass to demonstrate. "Just a rose and your name."

Rosebud took in a deep breath and held it, as if trying to figure out how to make a counter-proposal with her mouth glued shut and my cock up her ass. She let her breath out, sagging in defeat. "Mmm hmm."

"If it's okay with Mistress, of course," I added.

Rosebud immediately tried to sit up, begging in the style her mistress preferred. It did not work with my dick in her ass, and she grunted in pain and nearly fell on her face, but Mistress chuckled good-naturedly.

"Just this once, Rosebud."

I washed up and hooked up Rosebud's breakfast: a meal replacement shake in a bag, fed through a little valve that screwed into her gag. She huddled on the floor, sucking it down while the two of us enjoyed Cubby's home-cooked meal. I thought she looked a little better afterwards and seemed more steady on her feet, but her mood was sullen and withdrawn, and the morning enema did not improve it. It was probably starting to sink in that she wasn't getting out of this any time soon -- especially now that we were permanently marking her.

Too much time to think isn't good for a new slave, so I decided to drug her to get her mind off things. This time, I opted for a muscle relaxant and a hefty dose of hash oil in a syrup. I'd found a bit of marijuana in her bag, so I hoped my own supply would have a salutory effect on her mood. It was hard to guess what was going on inside, but by the time we finished eating and led her out of the kitchen, she seemed pretty chill and peaceful. She plodded along passively, and would pressed against me sensuously when I stroked her, her skin prickling with goosebumps.

For the massage, we had her on a special worktable, with a built-in wedge that lifted her ass up nicely and displayed both of her holes. I was contemplating starting a streaming channel for her, and made sure to set this up carefully, so it would all look consentual should I use it later. Her hands were still in the ratcheting gloves, and her feet, contained in training ballet boots with ultra-high stilettos that could be unscrewed from a threated socket under the heel..I removed the stilettos, bolted the bottoms of the boots to pedals on the sides of the tables, and ratched the gloves closed on a bar in front of her, so it looked like she were holding on, posing herself for the activity. Her head was through a massage-table style hole, her collar bolted down out of view of the cameras. I kneeded her sex while Mistress got everything ready, setting things up for the ubiquitous cameras we'd installed all over the house.

"Look how excited our little Rosebud is for her first tattoo," I said, pulling out my finger to show how wet it was. "It's not too late to pull out and play with The Machine instead. Are you sure this is what you want?"

:Mmmh," she purred, sleepily.

"Good girl. I know how horny this makes you, so we'll be sure to take breaks if you need a little extra stimulation. If you need anything, just raise a hand." She gave a rueful snort at that, jiggling her hands, but I knew that it would read as acknowledgement from the camera's perspective.

I continued to kneed her sex as Mistress traced the design onto her ass. Rosebud was surprisingly relaxed; in the few minutes it took her Mistress to trace the design, she was already breathing slowly. She must have fallen asleep, because she gave a little jump when the needle started, seemingly confused momentarily, but I stroked her head, telling her what a good girl she was, and she settled down again, and soon was stil and quiet.

Now and then, Mistress would stop and stroke Rosebud's sex with her thin, agile fingers, and the slave would stir, pressing herself against the digits, but it was just as a way to establish her as a sex-obsessed character for her future fans. We'd planned to just do the line work and come back for coloring and shading, but Rosebud was doing so well, we opted to stay an extra hour to finish it.

When it was done, I rubbed Rosebud's back gently, waking her up, and gave her a slap on her unmarked cheek. She giggled, stretching as much as she could in the bondage. "We're gonna give you a little buttplug to set it off. You ready?"

It was an artglass buttplug with a lead jewel on the base. Rosebud was a quick study at anal, and it went in quickly with a bit of lube and a little twist, the jewel sparkling in the bright light.

"Show off your new work, girl. Wiggle your butt so everyone can see." She let out a sound like a low chuckle into her gag, shaking her ass back and forth. It really was good work. The rose vine snaked out of the cleft in her ass and over her right cheek, weaving through a three word phrase in simple, elegant lettering, before finally becoming a closed bud, like a period at the end. It read, "Shaft My Rosebud."

I kissed her tailbone. It was all so right. I could tell she was curious about what we'd done to her, but blind, deaf, and gagged, all she could do was give us little grunts and the only reply she got was fingers up her snatch.

We took her to our wardrobe room and screwed the stilettos back into her training shoes so she could walk, then fitted her into a silver bodycon dress with an ultra short skirt and built-in shelf-bra. Pulled down, it covered most of her ass, leaving the underside of her cheeks hanging out. It was perfect. Her big tits looked huge in it, and the skirt sexualized her ass in a way nudity alone never could.

I flipped on her microphone. "Do you feel sexy, Rosebud?" I asked, my fingers buried in her cunt as she teetered in her heels. She nodded, pressing against me. "You look sexy too. Especially with your new tattoo." I kissed her lips through the mask. "Do you want to see it?" "Mmm!" she chirped.

"Alright," I said, leading her up onto a little pedestal in front of a set of dressing mirrors. Then I stepped away into the shadows, and turned on her vision, so all she would see was herself in the dark room. She stared at herself in the dress, pressing her breasts together playfully, as she glanced over her shoulder trying to spot me. And then, she turned. She could see the bottom of her ass in the silver dress, and she hooked her fingertips under it and slowly pulled it up. I waited for a reaction, but she just stared, seemingly unable to process what she was seeing. She put her head down, as if to signal she was done. I darkened her vision, and walked up to her, stroking the side of her face.

"What do you think, Rosebud?" She didn't respond, her head down. I tried to lead her away, but she seemed dazed, and only stumbled when I pulled her hand, so I threw her over my shoulder and carried her off the platform. She hung there, limply, until I deposited her facedown on a matt I'd left nearby.

"Do you know why I gave you your pretty name?" I asked as I pulled out the buttplug. She gave a small, noncommital grunt. Sliding my cock into her ass seemed to revive her. She let out a series of grunts, although it was unclear if she was trying to communicate or just mumbling to herself. "I named you that, because you're such a good girl when you've got a dick in your ass." She huffed as I rocked my hips, building up a rhythm. "I will share you, and I may sell you or even give you away. But wherever you end up, I want your Master or Mistress to know how to enjoy my submissive little Rosebud just like I enjoy you. Do you understand?"

She was grunting now with each thrust. I saw that she'd shoved her hand under herself and was humping against it, turning and bending the wrist to try to get a little more stimulation. I fucked harder, until she cried out and I came deep inside, her ass gripping me like she'd never let go.

"Come on, Rosebud," I said, pulling out. "I have some friends to introduce you to."

An hour later, I had three men gathered in my sitting room, drinking. Cubby entertained, alternately playing piano and fluffing my guests. They were close friends and confidants. All of them were tested regularly, and they often came over to help me break in new slaves. I'd contemplated letting them all go at Rosebud at once, but she wasn't ready for that. For now, she was going to meet new people one at a time and learn to make introductions.

So far, I hadn't let Rosebud see anyone's face -- not even her own -- but for this activity, she'd needed use of her eyes, so I brought out masks for my guests. However Sten, my personal trainer and sometimes bodyguard, had opted to bring his own: a gas mask from his time in the military. I was wearing black slacks and a black button down, with a simple nylon mask. Sten was in ripped jeans and a fitted tee-shirt that showed off his muscled physique. I led Rosebud in in her silver dress, collar, and hood, her silver doll hands and sky-high heels. A harness held a curved vibrator in her snatch. It was currently turned off, its blunt head nudging her g-spot, ready to drive her into a frenzy.

"Damn, you're a pretty thing. What's your name?" Sten asked, pulling out his cock and stroking it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I'd instructed Rosebud how to greet my guests, and with a little encouragement she turned her back to him and bent forward, the position pulling the skirt up and revealing the tattoo. Sten chuckled as the skirt pulled up, exposing her tattoo.

"It's nice to meet you, 'Shaft my Rosebud.' I like a girl who knows what she wants. " He lubed up his short, thick cock and walked up to her, rubbing it against her back hole. She grunted, her legs shaking as he pressed the tip against her. Then all at once, he shoved it inside. Her legs collapsed, but he quickly wrapped her arms around her holding her in place.

"Tight one you got," he said, pounding her. "Can you add some vibration?" I nodded, turning up the vibrator/ Rosebud squealed and thrashed, but he just kept pounding away until one of her heels kicked him in the shin. He hissed and lifted her up, carried her over to a sofa and then rutted her over the armrest. "That's it, bitch," he grunted, burying himself one more time inside her. Then he slapped her ass and pulled out. "That's for kicking me," he said, and walked out of the room.

I turned off the vibrator and wiped her down. "Good girl," I said. "Shake your ass next time."

She giggled at that, which I didn't expect. And when I helped her up, she rubbed her crotch lewdly against my leg. "Later, if you're good," I said. We could hear the rumble of male voices in the next room, and Sten slapping hands with the other men.

The next one was Vince. He used to play piano at a local bar, then he was a roadie, before falling in with some mob guys. Now he was a connected guy, a sort of fixer for various illegal and semi-legal enterprises. He was chubby, average height, and wearing an immaculate suit with thinning hair slicked back. Over his face, he wore a red devil mask with a big nose.

"Well hello, sweetie," he said as he looked at Rosebud. "Who do I have the pleasure of meeting this evening?"

She turned aruond, spreading her legs, and waved her ass back and forth. "A backdoor beauty, I see," he chuckled. "Why don't you bring that a little closer?"

Rosebud carefully raised herself and walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively in the towering heels. "Good girl," he said, grabbing her collar. He pulled her down across his lap. "Nice find," he said, stroking her ass. "You mind if I use the cunt to lube up?"

Vince was like that: a little extra. I hadn't intended to let anyone else have her cunt for the time being, but it wouldn't do to quarrel in front of a trainee, and he knew it. I suppose I didn't mind doing him a favor after he rushed out in such short order.

"Suits me, if you'll put the equipment back."

"Equipment?" he spun her over. "Oh, I see," he said, rubbing against her outer lips. "Well, if she comes with a built-in vibrator, I guess I can't complain. Come on, backdoor, let's see that sweet ass up in the air."

Rosebud turned over, sticking her ass in the air. Her legs were pushed together, and I could see her grinding her hips, hungry for more stimulation.He picked up a bottle of lube off the side table and greased his shaft, then plunged into Rosebud. She let out a deep moan, pressing against him hard. "Easy, sweetie," he said, gripping her hips. "I like to start nice and slow. Hey, mind if I try out her remote?" I shrugged, tossing him the little toggle. "That's it, little fuckdoll. Damn, how'd you train her to grip like that?"

"She's an anal savant," I said, modestly. "All I have to do is encourage her natural talents."

"Natural entertainer, huh? Lucky you. You know, I could use a girl like this." He turned up the vibe so high that I could hear it humming across the room, and gave Rosebud a thorough workout.

By the time Vince was done, Rosebud was curled up on the couch shaking. She'd torn one of the straps on her dress with her thrashing, and I thought she was hurt for a minute. And then I looked closer. Her hand was at her cunt, desperately shoving as if trying to will the vibe back to life.

Ralph was last. I'd thought about leaving him out because he was a giant in every dimension, and none too gentle on top of it. I didn't know what he did -- he made it very clear early on that it wasn't any business of mine. But he'd been buying from me for years, and was always game to help "train up new snatch," as he put it.

Rosebud greeted him on her knees, her legs too wobbly to stand by this point. "You mind if I skip the formalities?" he asked in his deep rumble, one hand already greasing up his massive rod.

"Yeah, be my guest. Just take it slow with that thing."

"Story of my life," he chuckled. "I heard you got a vibe in her. I'd prefer using my fingers, if it's all the same." He held up a big, perfectly manicured hand for me to inspect.

I shrugged. He'd never hurt a girl of mine -- impressive, considering his dimensions. "Works for me, " I said, unstrapping the harness holding the vibe in, which practically shot out of her. Ralph chuckled as Rosebud immediately pressed her hand against her crotch, her whimpers sounding like she was complaining about having the thing removed. He knelt down and lifted her up with an arm around her waist. "Thirsty slut, aren't you? Let's see what you've got here." She whimpered as he stuck his big middle finger inside her. "Damn, swollen up nicely and still rearing to go. You thinking of selling?"