Chapter 7: Yuki’s Training Continues

This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns will be found by reading the chapters in order.

Mai stood before the naked Yuki. “Stand up,” she commanded. Yuki rose shakily from her kneeling position, her legs trembling, her naked body balanced on her Valentino heels on full display. Her makeup was ruined from crying, mascara streaking down her cheeks, and her carefully styled hair was now mussed and tangled.

“We have stripped you of your clothes and dignity. Now we will strip you of your entitlements, and then we will teach you how to be a sex slave. First lesson in service,” Mai continued. “You’re going to make coffee for all three of us. The kitchen is through that door.”

Yuki stared at her. “I ... I don’t know how to make coffee.”

“Then you’ll learn.” Mai’s voice was flat. “Go.”

“But I’m,” Yuki gestured at her naked body. “I’m not wearing anything...”

“Exactly. You’ll perform all your duties naked from now on. That way you never forget what you are: a body that exists to serve, not to be admired.”

Yuki’s face flushed with repressed anger, but she walked toward the kitchen door on unsteady heels. We followed, watching as she entered the small office kitchen and stared at the coffee machine, not knowing what to do.

“I don’t, how does this work?”

Mai sighed and walked her through it with exaggerated patience. “Beans go in the grinder, water goes in this reservoir, then press this button. It’s not complicated. You just never bothered to learn because servants always did it for you.”

Yuki fumbled with the equipment, her hands shaking. She managed to spill coffee grounds across the counter, then overfilled the water reservoir, causing it to overflow onto the floor.

“Clean that up,” Mai ordered.

“With what?”

“Find something. Figure it out.”

Yuki looked around desperately, finally locating paper towels. She bent over to wipe up the spilled water, and in doing this, she exposed everything. Her naked pussy and arse were on full display as she crouched in her expensive heels, performing menial labour for the first time in her privileged life. Finally, after twenty minutes of mistakes and restarts, she had three cups of coffee prepared, if you could call the lukewarm result coffee.

Mai glanced at me, and I said, “Bring them to us,” before returning to the main office.

Yuki brought the cups on a small tray, concentrating intensely on not spilling any of the contents as she made it to where we’d seated ourselves. I was in my desk chair, Mai on the couch and Iku in the side chair.

“Serve your mother first,” Mai instructed.

Yuki approached Iku hesitantly, holding out the tray. But Mai stopped her. “No. You are Japanese. Kneel and offer it properly. On your knees, with your head bowed.”

Yuki’s face betrayed her inner anger, but she sank to her knees before her mother, holding the cup with both hands, her head lowered in submission.

“Iku-sama,” Mai prompted. “Address her correctly.”

“I can’t call my own mother...” Mai was behind her in an instant, her hand gripping Yuki’s hair and ripping her head back. “What did I say about speaking without permission? What did I say about following rules?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,”

“Too late,” Mai said and released Yuki’s hair and delivered a sharp slap to Yuki’s bare arse. Yuki yelped and nearly dropped the coffee. “Every time you disobey, you will be punished,” Mai said coldly. “Now try again. Offer the coffee with the correct form of address.”

A sobbing Yuki held up the cup to Iku with trembling hands. “Iku-sama. Please accept your coffee.”

Iku took the cup, then Mai gave the next order. “Now serve me.” Yuki crawled on her hands and knees to where Mai sat on the couch, her breasts swaying as she moved. She knelt again, offering the second cup.

“Mai-san, your coffee. I hope it is to your liking.”

Mai took it, sipped, and grimaced. “This is terrible. Weak and lukewarm. But I suppose it’s a first attempt.” She set it aside. “You’ll practice until you get it right.”

Learning quickly and without being told, Yuki crawled to me, kneeling between my spread legs as I sat in my chair. “Mr Sullivan, your coffee.”

I took the cup and set it on my desk without tasting it. “Now you’ll learn another form of service, massage.” This was following Mai’s script, but something within me was rebelling against being told beforehand what to do or say.

“I don’t know how to...”

Another sharp slap from Mai, this time on Yuki’s other arse cheek. “Stop saying you don’t know how. You’ll learn by doing.”

Over the next hour, we had Yuki practice basic massage. She knelt at our feet to rub them, stood behind our chairs to work shoulders and necks, always naked, body exposed, always performing a task she’d never imagined doing. Her technique, as expected, was terrible. It was too light, or she pressed the wrong pressure points and had no rhythm. But Mai was relentless in correcting her: each mistake earned another slap to Yuki’s arse. “Harder pressure there ... No, not like that ... Your thumbs, use your thumbs ... Are you even trying?” Slap. Slap. Slap.

By the time Yuki had worked her way through all three of us, her arse was red, her face was swollen from crying, and her body was trembling with exhaustion and humiliation.

“Kneel,” Mai commanded, and taught Yuki her default position of kneeling with hands behind her back, thighs spread, and tits thrust forward. “You’re learning,” Mai observed. “Slower than I’d like, but learning. Now it’s time for the real education to begin.” She looked at me. “Show her what she’s really here to learn.”

I stood from my chair and approached the kneeling Yuki. Her eyes were downcast, and her whole body radiated defeat and shame. Playing my part, I hissed, “Look at me.” I held her face and said, “You’ve had boyfriends before.” It wasn’t a question. She nodded slightly. “You’ve given blowjobs.” Her face flushed, but she gave another small nod.

“But you’ve never actually tried to be good at it, have you? You’ve just gone through the motions, let them use your mouth, gotten it over with as quickly as possible,” Mai interjected.

“I ... I tried.

“No, you didn’t.” Mai’s voice came from behind her. “You did the minimum. Let them push your head down, maybe you opened your mouth a little, and waited for them to finish. You never actually focused on their pleasure. Never studied how to be skilled.”

“I didn’t think...”

“You didn’t think it mattered because you’re beautiful and that was supposed to be enough,” Mai finished. “But beauty without skill is worthless. A pretty face that can’t properly worship cock is just decoration.”

I began unbuckling my belt, and Yuki’s eyes widened.

“No, please. I can’t. Not in front of my mother.”

“Your mother is going to watch,” Mai hissed. “She’s going to see exactly what you need to learn. What you’ve been fantasising about in all those videos.”

My belt came free. My zipper came down. I freed my cock, which was already hard from watching the start of Yuki’s systematic breaking, and it stood erect between her face and my body. “This is your new education,” I said. “You’re going to learn to service cock properly. To worship it. To make it your purpose to give maximum pleasure.”

Yuki stared at my quivering rod of fuck meat, and her breathing became quick and shallow. She’d seen cocks before, both in person and in porn, especially the JAV videos she’d downloaded. But this was different. It was real and required her active participation in front of an audience, which included her mother.

“Open your mouth,” Mai instructed. Yuki’s lips parted reluctantly. “Wider. Tongue out.” She obeyed, and Mai guided her forward by the back of her head, bringing her mouth to my cock. “Lick it from base to tip and show some enthusiasm.”

Yuki’s extended tongue made tentative contact with the underside of my shaft. Her lick was perfunctory, and her facial expression showed her distaste. Slap. Mai’s hand connected with Yuki’s arse. “I said enthusiasm. Show us you want it and you’re grateful for the opportunity.”

Yuki tried again, this time licking more slowly, from my cock’s base to its tip, her tongue making longer contact. “Better. Again. Learn the shape of it. Learn what he enjoys and wants.”

While Yuki practised her tongue work, gradually becoming more proficient, Mai caught my eye and gestured to the couch. She walked over and began undressing, stripping off her tight dress to reveal the expensive lingerie underneath. Iku, understanding what was going to happen, stood and did the same.

When both women were nude, Mai lay back on the couch and pulled Iku on top of her, arranging them in a sixty-nine with Mai on the bottom and Iku’s bigger body on top, with both women’s faces buried between the other’s legs. “Keep working,” Mai called out to Yuki, her voice slightly muffled. “We’re going to watch and provide commentary.”

Yuki glanced over at her mother and Mai locked in 69 and she paused, her eyes wide open with shock at what she saw, but Mai’s next slap, somehow delivered despite the distance and position, made her refocus on my cock in front of her.

“Take it in your mouth,” I instructed. “Just the head at first.” Yuki’s lips wrapped around my crown, her mouth warm and wet but completely passive. She just held it there, waiting for instruction, displaying no initiative or skill.

“Move your tongue,” Mai called out between licks of Iku’s pussy. “Circle the head. Find the sensitive spots. Pay attention to what makes him react.” Yuki’s tongue began moving, making tentative circles around my glans. She found the frenulum causing me to inhale sharply from the stimulation that it gave.

“There,” Mai observed. “You felt that. That’s where he’s most sensitive. Focus there.”

“But use variety,” Iku added, moaning as Mai’s tongue worked her clit. “Don’t just do one thing. Alternate, tease and build anticipation.” Yuki tried to follow the instructions, using her tongue to work my most sensitive areas while her lips maintained suction. It was clumsy but showed more effort than her earlier attempts at servicing cock.

“Take more,” I said, my hand threading through her hair. “Go deeper.” Yuki tried to take more of my length, but gagged when I hit the back of her throat. She pulled off, coughing, saliva dripping down her chin.

“Pathetic,” Mai commented. “You’ve watched hundreds of videos of women deepthroating. Did you learn nothing?”

“I can’t. It’s too big, and I’ll choke.”

“You can and you will,” Mai said firmly. “Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat. Let it happen instead of fighting it.”

Yuki took me back in her mouth, trying again. This time, when it hit the back of her throat, she paused, breathing through her nose like instructed, and managed to take slightly more of my baby maker before pulling back.