Pyx 2: Training Days
Chapter 1: Working Girl

Copyright© 2009 by Alan C. Zumwalt

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1: Working Girl - Pyx has chosen Alex as her master, but she has much to learn. But she's not the only one who needs training.

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Consensual   Hypnosis   Slavery   BiSexual   Incest   Sister   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   Light Bond   Humiliation   Sadistic   Harem   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Petting   Sex Toys   Water Sports   Enema   Cream Pie   Nudism  

The first day Pyx went to work was a big day. I gave her a set cooks whites, with her name embroidered in pink, above her left breast.

Vonda gave her a pink ballcap to wear, that covered her bald head.

Pyx started to tear up. "You're both so kind." she said.

I looked her in the eye. "While you are in the Flames, Paul is your master, in all things non-sexual. If he gives you an order, act like I gave it."

Pyx nodded. "Of course, Master."

"Only my orders have precedent over his."

"But don't call him 'Master'," said Vonda.

"Right. Call him 'Chef.' But for you, they're the same word."

"I understand, Master."

We walked her to the stairwell, and watched her walk through the door.

That night, Vonda and I went to eat at The Flames.

After we had ordered, Paul visited us at our table.

"How's our girl doing?" I asked him.

"Best worker, by far. I have to practically drag her away from her station, to take a break."

"Where do you have her working?"

"I had her working the prep table. You know, chopping and peeling food for the other stations.

"Now she's washing dishes."

"Ah. You're having her start at the bottom."

"I have to. She's a new hire, with no previous experience."

"She worked in the convent kitchen," injected Vonda.

Paul shrugged. "No W-2. No proof of employment.

"If I was to put her on the line, straight away, there'd be a mutiny."

"I understand," I said.

"If it were up to me, I'd have her with one of my veteran chefs, learning a station

"But she needs to pay her dues. Two, three weeks tops."

"Can Pyx come out?" I asked.

"I tried to have her come out with me, but she refused. She said you'd understand."

"I do," I replied. She remembered my instructions. Good.

It was just after ten pm when Pyx came home. Her whites were stained with sweat and soapy water. She staggered through the door, and collapsed in the nearest chair.

"Tired?" I asked her.

She nodded wearily. "Very."

"Too tired for me?"

This startled her. "Of course not, Master."

"Good. Take off your clothes, and prepared to be fucked."

"Yes, Master," Pyx stated, unbuttoning her stained whites, revealing her naked flesh. Her collar was around her right thigh.

"Part of being a slave means that sometimes you have to do things, even when you don't feel like it."

"I understand, Master."

"Put your hands on the seat of the chair, Slave."

Pyx readily complied.

"Vonda!" I called out.

My other slave came out of the bedroom, wearing only her collar. "Yes?"

I pointed to Pyx. "Make sure she's ready."

"Yes, Master."

Vonda got behind her and shoved her middle finger inside Pyx.

After she pulled it out, she studied the digit and tisked. "You've got to get wetter than that, girl."

"I know. I'm sorry," said Pyx.

"Don't worry. I'll get you ready." Vonda got behind the new slave, and lapped her clit and pussy lips.

"Oh, yes! That feels so good. Thank you, Vonda."

As soon as she tasted Pyx's sweet juices, she stopped. "She is ready for you, Master."

"Good, very good, the both of you." Positioning myself behind her ass, I slid my dick into her pussy.

She cried out. "Oh God! You feel so good, each and every time. Fuck me, Master! Make me cum!"

Starting at a slow and steady pace, I pistoned my cock in and out of her dripping twat.

"Faster, please Master. Fuck me faster!"

I stopped my thrusting. "No, Slave. You don't tell me how to fuck. You are the slave. I will fuck you how I please."

Pyx nodded her head. "You're right. I'm sorry, Master."

I started pumping into her again. This time, even slower than before.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" she cried, in time with each thrust.

I sped up, then slowed down again. I could tell that she was almost insane with frustration. But that didn't stop me from keeping it slow.

I could tell she was about to come, even with my slow pace. So I abruptly shifted into high gear, and started pounding her twat with a vengeance.

"Oh yes! Thank you, Maaas!"

Her whole body shook, and her vagina clamped on my cock. I shot my load deep into her womb.

I pulled out, and Pyx collapsed to the floor, under the table, still coming.

Sometimes, I envy a woman's ability to have multiple orgasms

When she finally came down, and her respiration slowed, I talked to her. "So, you worked hard today?"

Pyx smiled. "Yes, Master." She got on her knees and kissed my penis. "They said if I worked more days, they'd give me less hours per day."

"Well, that's not going to happen, until your training is over."

"Yes, Master."

"You know, you can quit, if you want."

"Oh no! Yes, it's hard work, but it is also fun. I am learning so much, watching the others cook."

"Did Paul explain why you are working the menial jobs?"

Pyx nodded. "And it makes sense."

I looked up. "Where's Vonda?"

Turns out, she was just a few chairs down, straddling it, backwards. She was slowly rubbing her clit in a circular motion with her right hand, and diddling her breasts with her left.

"Looks like I've been neglecting one of my slaves," I said to Pyx.

Vonda spoke in gasps. "But, you have ... been providing ... me with ... excellent ... entertainment."

"Let me provide you with more than that. Turn around, please."

That "please" let her know it was a request, not an order. She could refuse, if she wanted.

But she didn't. She turned around and sat on the edge of the chair.

I got on my knees and buried my face in her shaved pussy. Reaching up with both hands, I grabbed her glorious breasts.

Vonda let out a groan of appreciation.

This seemed to bother my other slave, though.

"Pyx, what's wrong?" asked Vonda.

"This isn't right. You're the slave, but he's kneeling before you."

I pulled my mouth out to speak. "Don't worry about it, Pyx. Go take a shower."

She fled the room.

After a few more seconds of my glorious cunnilingus technique, Vonda stood up. "I'm sorry. But she looked really upset. We need to talk to her."

I didn't see her, so I took Vonda's word for it. "Okay. Let's join her in the shower."

When we arrived, Pyx was there, with water running, crying.

I went in, and took her in my arms. Vonda quickly joined, making for a group hug.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Master. But seeing you on your knees, before Vonda. It just seemed wrong."

"And it got you upset?"

"Uh huh."

"I think you're very tired," I said.

"You're right, Master. I am."

"Would you like to sleep in the guestroom tonight?"

"No, I want to be curled up next to you, Master. I have such sweet dreams when I sleep with you."

We quickly washed Pyx off, and sent her to bed.

After she was gone, I leered at Vonda. "Do you want to finish what we started in the dining room."

"Let's do it tomorrow. I'm afraid I'm tired too."

"Fair enough."

We walked out to the bedroom, and found Pyx sound asleep.

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