Foreword:
Thank you once again for your enthusiastic support of the series. I'm honestly floored by the messages and comments. I'll keep the series going as long as people continue to show interest, and I'll keep incorporating your kinks where I can. As always, feel free to drop ideas in the comments and I'll do what I can.
Puppy Training
Josh sat on the bed next to a softly snoring Maria wondering if he was forgetting something. He pulled her soft hair aside, her red lips moving slightly as she dreamed. He placed a kiss on her cheek before standing up and stretching.
Elena's whimper caught his attention. Allison sat in her lap, arms draped around her shoulders, passionately kissing. Those two seemed to have really hit it off. Josh ducked out of the room, not wanting to interrupt them.
Josh walked down the hallway toward the kitchen, returning to his previous concern. He was sure that he'd forgotten something. He poured himself a glass of water, sipping it while racking his brain. Maybe Becky needed him for something? No, he hadn't seen her all day. He'd taken care of Dana's request with Elena, so that was all set. Mateo's request was in progress, so what was he missing?
Josh continued to ponder as he headed downstairs with an extra glass of water. It would probably come to him at some point. He should check on the other Elena. No, Slut. Right, while she was here, she was Slut.
He opened the door to the soundproof basement, the odd triangular foam padding jutting out of the walls. He shut the door behind him and then stopped. He cocked his ear.
Strange. What was that buzzing sound? He could make it out even over Slut's whimpers and moans.
He hissed, realizing what he'd forgotten. He rushed over to her and quickly turned off the vibrator that must have been running for over an hour. The little battery indicator on the back flashed orange. He grimaced. Maybe more than an hour.
Slut gave a shuddering sigh as the vibrations finally stopped. Her body lay limply on the bed, arms and legs still firmly tied down. Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to open them, but every ounce of strength was consumed by simply breathing.
Josh gently pulled the double-headed dildo beast from her holes to a wet popping sound. The bed was soaked, so she must have enjoyed it. She had to be dehydrated though.
Josh stood by her lolling head, unsure of how to get the water into her mouth at this angle as her head was hanging over the edge of the bed. He looked around at the various contraptions he'd bought. Surely something would be helpful.
Slut groggily cracked an eye open as Master moved around the room. He'd finally stopped her torturous orgasms. Her body tingled, every breath making her shiver at the pleasure she no longer felt. What would Master do next? Slut's battered pussy squelched in anticipation.
Slut grunted as Master pulled her head up by her scalp. Her face splashed against water, and she jerked it back further with a gasp. A bowl of water was inches from her nose, the surface rippling with water dripping from her nose. Yes, Slut knew what Master wanted. She was a bitch, and bitches drank like animals. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the water.
Josh smiled as Slut began drinking. She must have been thirsty. He let go of her hair now that she could support herself. He ran his palm along that silky blonde hair while she drank. His fingers ran along her shoulders and back. Such soft skin. She must moisturize.
"Thank you, Master," she panted between laps. "Slut was very thirsty."
"Drink as much as you want, Slut. We still have a lot to do for your training."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
Josh waited until the bowl was empty, her tongue running against the sides seeking out the last drops of water. He should probably take her upstairs for more at some point.
"Master?"
"Hm? Yes, Slut?"
She looked up best she could at the uncomfortable angle, barely making out Master's face.
"Slut hasn't serviced Master yet. Please, let Slut take care of Master."
"What a good slut you are, thinking of Master."
Josh held her chin gently in his hand, his thumb running along her red lips. She immediately opened them for him, sucking on his thumb, her tongue swirling around the tip. She moaned and strained her neck, trying to suck more into her eager mouth.
Josh unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his erect cock. It bounced on her cheek before she released his thumb. She didn't hesitate to wrap her lips around it, drawing it into her warm mouth. He groaned and stepped closer, luxuriating in the feeling of her tongue slathering his shaft as he sank deeper into her willing hole.
Slut moaned, the musky and sour taste of another slut on Master's cock. Her pussy twitched. Yes, Master had many sluts. It was an honor to clean Master's cock. To lick their cream from Master's cock. Slut loved Master's cock.
Josh grasped the back of her head and shoved his cock completely down her throat. Gags and gurgles came from her as he wetly thrust into her puckered lips, battering them with his pubis. Her tongue never stopped moving even through the retching noises she made. He pulled out, letting her catch her breath. She coughed and gulped in air, but then strained to get his cock back in her mouth, her lips puckering toward it. He gave her what she wanted, sliding it back down her tight throat.
Slut's vision blurred as Master hammered her throat. Her pussy twitched non-stop, loving that she was being treated like the slut she was. Her lungs burned, her throat ached, her jaw was sore, but her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. The thought of suffocating on Master's cock made her throat vibrate in a scream as she came. Whatever moisture she still had in her body squirted from her pussy as Master's cum washed down her throat.
Josh pulled out as Slut's head went limp, the vacuum pressure from her empty lungs pulling hard against his cock. When it popped out, she convulsed between gasps and coughs, drool and cum dripping from her chin and onto the floor.
Josh rubbed her back as she hacked and coughed, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. He undid the manacle on her wrist. Her arm dropped limply as she drew ragged breaths.
"Good Slut," he said as he undid the other manacles, leaving her completely unbound, but unmoving. "You've earned some time to relax. We'll use this time to select some appropriate clothes for you. A good slut knows when it's appropriate to be naked and when not to be."
Slut blinked her unfocused eyes at his words. The bed shifted as he stood, and she tried her best to track him.
"Come along, Slut."
Slut placed two shaky arms beneath her and pushed herself from the bed. Her arms collapsed beneath her, and she tumbled onto the hard floor. Her body stung, but somehow, even that pain felt good.
Slut got onto all fours, noticing the puddle of spit and cum on the floor. She bent her head toward it, lapping it from the ground. Master would be happy with Slut. Slut was a bitch, and Slut should act like a bitch.
"Slut. Heel."
Josh was pretty sure that meant 'come here' and it seemed fitting given how she was licking the floor and waggling her ass in the air. Puppy play? Was that the term? Either way, it worked with the whole humiliation theme, so it seemed fine to lean into it.
Her head snapped up at his call, tongue still darting around her lips. She scurried on all fours and sat before him, butt on the ground and her upper body supported by her arms.
"Good Slut."
Josh patted her head and Slut rubbed her head into his hand. He turned to the closet door. He swung it open, displaying the various costumes, complete with boots, headpieces, collars, gloves, and bodysuits. He'd bought them in a few sizes and guessed that they would probably fit her.
"Since you've been good, I'll let you choose which to wear. Pick two or three for various occasions."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master, for letting Slut wear clothes."
