Chapter 5

Friday evening - lessons

“Take the special shoes off, slave.” I watched as she flexed her feet. “Come into the living room. There are new things for you to learn. Get me a bowl with a few ice cubes, slave.”

“Ice cubes, master?”

I jerked her arm and she spun around to face me. SLAP. SLAP. One on each cheek – to get them red again from the bright pink they’d receded to. “Do you think you’re here only for sex? You have to learn to obey. Obey. Anything I give you is a task you’ll do. Repeat it: I will obey anything my master tells me to do.”

She repeated it. “Say it again, and again, and again. As you go to the kitchen, get a bowl and bring it back with a few ice cubes.” She repeated it. I could hear her saying it as she did what I asked.

She brought me a large bowl with lots of ice cubes.

“Stand in front of me. I want to inspect my bitch.” She stood at attention, her ankles touching. My gaze traveled up. She was so thin that her thighs didn’t touch. There was a gap of about ½ inch at the crotch. I could see the lips of her pussy hanging down – just a bit.

You know how some women have a pussy that was a little bit forward, and some were directly between the thighs. She was one of the latter. I guess that meant her cunt was a little closer to her asshole.

I stretched a hand into the space between the thighs. “How can I inspect you if your legs are closed? Spread your legs. Let me see all of you.”

The 15 year-old spread her legs. She was all legs and tits. Didn’t have any curves at all at the waist – yet. “Place your hands on the back of your neck.” She did so. “That will show off your boobs. Are they boobs? Or titties? What do you call them?”

“They are yours. What do you want to call them?” I thought that was a very good answer. She was looking at me, her blue eyes tried to bore a hole into mine. She was excited about being used.

“I think I will call them trouble makers.” SLAP. SLAP. I gave each of her tits a hard slap. That elicited a surprised “Oooh!” from her. SLAP. SLAP. I could see the imprint of a hand on each of the ‘trouble makers.’

“No, silly girl. Not “Oooh” but “Thank you, Master.” Or “Thank you, do it again, please, Master.”

I reached out and grabbed the deep pink erasers. I pinched them hard and gave them each a 180º turn – like the knobs on a gas stove.

Her voice gurgled in her throat, but then I heard “Thank you, may I have another, please.” I twisted them farther. “Master.”

“Down on your knees, slave. Spread your knees as wide as possible. Kneel up, tall as you can. Like there was a thread pulling you up. Clench your ass muscles and always, POINT YOUR TOES. Hands at the back of your waist.” I waited as she complied, her eyes were locked on mine. “Now slave, is your cunt touching anything at all?”

“No sir.”

“Do you remember what I told you when the ring was in your mouth?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Repeat it. When I touch you...”

“When you touch me anywhere, I will get aroused. My face, my boo ... I mean, my trouble makers, the back of my throat. I will get more and more aroused. But I cannot cum without permission.” She moaned quietly.

SLAPP. SLAPP. Once only on each cheek. She moaned. “Thank you, Master. May I have another?”

SLAPPP. SLAPPP. One for each cheek. Harder this time. Her face was starting to pink up, nicely.

I took an ice cube in each hand and touched them to her nipples. “Oooooo. Thank you, Master.” She pushed her chest against my hands. I noticed that her hips began to move, forward and back, in a counter move with her chest against the ice.

I moved my hand down to her belly. She shivered. “Master! That’s evil. Makes me wiggle.” Then I moved the ice cubes down another six inches, until it touched her clit. He hips jerked forward against the frigid ice. She moaned and didn’t stop. “It burns, Master. So cold. Makes me hotter. Please, Master. I need to cum.”

“No, cunt. That’s what you are now. A cunt. All your senses are concentrated in your cunt.”

“Yes. Yes! I am your slave cunt. Please, Master.” She pushed her clit against the ice cubes in my hand. They were melting fast.

I slid down another few inches and pressed the sliver of ice against her labia. “Aaaaa!!” She screamed and pressed her cunt against my hand. “Master! I can’t stop myself. I’m going...”

I pulled back, and her cunt tried to follow. “Noooo. Don’t take it away. Please, Master. I was so close.”

“Look at me.” Her eyes met mine and she had tears on her cheeks. She sobbed. “Who controls when you can cum? Is it your need or my pleasure that controls your orgasm?”

She took a long, shuddering breath. “Y ... you, Master. I can control it and just wait, if it pleases you.” She tried to wipe the tears on her shoulders. “Will you take me again to the edge of an orgasm? I...” She struggled for the words.

SLAAPPP. I hit her cunt so hard and so fast that she literally came off her knees. But then quickly came back down and pushed the cunt against the ice in my hand.

“Cum now, cunt. Cum for your Master.”

“Yes! Ohhhhhh. OOOooooo.” She crumbled into a ball, falling against my knees. I could feel the heat in her face, mixed with her tears. She screamed, the sound falling into a growl deep in her throat.

But I was pleased to see she kept her hands clasped behind her. I looked at her feet and her toes were still pointed. She was sobbing for air.

I’d never have someone so easy to train. Torn between her body’s need to be pleased and her mind’s need to please me.

I waited. She wound down. Finally she straightened up and looked at me again. “All better, girl?”

“Oh yes, Master.” A grin sparkled across her face. “May I have another, sir?” She laughed. And I laughed with her.

“If you’re very, very good,” I answered.

“When I came in your month, earlier, did you like the feel of my spunk in your throat, the slippery taste in your mouth, on your tongue, little cocksucker?”

“Yes, Master. I know that what I like shouldn’t matter, but I love your cum. It’s so thick. It slides down my gullet. So sensual. It almost chokes me on the way down to my tummy.”

“What makes the cum?”

She paused. “You do. Your balls, Master.”

“Don’t you think you should thank them?”

I was rewarded for thinking of such a good idea. She lifted up my cock, only half hard now, and then buried her nose in my sack. She licked like a good little pussy. “Will it hurt if I suck them into my mouth, Master?”

“No, little pussy. But be gentle.”

She slurped first one, then the other into her mouth. She washed each, pausing only to take a hair out of her mouth. As one ball and then the other slipped into her mouth, she felt the root of my cock between them. I fisted a hand in her mop of platinum hair and pulled her face off my ball sack.

She looked up at me. “That’s a good girl.” She smiled at the praise. “Time for more lessons. Tongue, slut.” The little pink tongue came out. She looked like an eager puppy. Her hand was still on my cock, her thumb just below the crown, scratching it gently. I was fully hard now, and there was a shiny gloss on the head.

“Clean off the precum, girl. You were naughty to get me so hard while you sucked on my balls.”

Her eyes twinkled. “Yes, Master. You weren’t hard when I moved your cock out of the way. You don’t deserve to be un-hard, Master.” She lowered my shaft and let the cock rest on her tongue, where she immediately started to lick.

“But my foreskin is still covering part of the head, girl.” Her hand was moving the shaft around so her tongue could clean the head. “Push the foreskin back, gently, until the head is exposed. Now lick, pussy, lick all the precum off the cockhead.” Of course, I continued to ooze precum as she stimulated me.

She concentrated on the slit at the head of my cock – where the watery precum came out. Her tongue probed slightly on the slit.

“Stop, slave. Put your hands behind your back, now. Slide your lips over the cockhead.” She pushed her face onto my cock, the tongue slipped under the shaft. “Now suck, little girl. The cock can go only to the blowjob point. ‘Til it fills your mouth. Keep sucking. You can stop only to breathe, then suck gently.” The conditioning mouthfuck. In and out. In, out. I kept it up for a few minutes. I switched the message in her earbuds to ’You are getting more conditioned to having the cock in your mouth. Your master’s cock. Feel how easily it fits in your mouth. You love to have his cock in your mouth. It belongs in your mouth.’ Over and over.

I brought her up to a lighter level of conditioning.

Her hips were moving forward and back, as she sucked. “This is nursing. You can do it when I’m hard or soft. Keep your tongue active, cocksucker. You are not trying to suck the cum out of my cock; you are just providing pleasure to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes mmaster.” Of course, she had to stop sucking to form the word. I SLAPPed her face, left, right, left, right.

“Did I tell you to stop sucking, bitch?” Her whole body twitched up with each SLAP, and her legs closed a bit as she tried to move her clit closer to me.

I pushed her thighs apart again with my feet. I reached into the bowl of ice cubes, and pressed two partly melted cubes against her clit. It was so hot, I could feel the ice starting to melt already.

I could feel her sucking at my cock, but she moaned at the sudden burn of ice on her hardening clit. She stopped sucking and took several breaths. “Ooo, yes, Master. You’re driving me crazy.”

SLAPP, SLAPP. “Don’t talk, slave. SUCK!” She sucked, harder than before. “Remember, you are providing pleasure. Don’t concentrate on your clit.” I moved the ice to her labia. “Or your cunt.”

I dropped the ice to the carpet, and rubbed her clit with my fingers. I slid the skin back on her little shaft, until the head of the clit appeared. It was cold, very cold. I rubbed it. I knew it was sensitive and knew it would hurt. The cold and the direct stimulation made her jerk her pelvis away from me.