Chapter 11

We began by clenching spiked anal beads, removing them from each other’s well-lubricated assholes with our teeth, sucking them clean, and reinserting them into each other. It wasn’t all that different from the previous day’s exercises and required a lot of pussy and asshole control.

We got stretched until our assholes and cunts were extremely wide and pliable. Then we’d practice clenching and tightening while licking. The pain was often introduced in a number of ways – muscle cramps, small needles, very cold objects, and very warm ones. There were excruciating tortures like holding two bricks while resting our backs against the wall that made my solar plexus burn with pain.

There were others that felt like torture designed to break me. Pepper pulled my fingers backward and dug his fingernails into my softest pink parts. Tucker dunked my head underwater and waited until I nearly drowned. I tried to accept it placidly, but he spanked my ass and forced me to struggle – insisting he would drown me if I didn’t fight back.

I can’t fully express how terrifying it is to be drowned – especially while you have a gag in your mouth and water is entering through the sides of the gag slowly. It involves a lot of trust that the person will let you up in time. When you are terrified, though, you still can’t find that trust – you just start to panic. It causes the body to wiggle, jerk, spasm, and release a lot of adrenaline.

Karen HATED it, but she couldn’t stop her orgasms either. She was in her element, being dunked and left gasping for air like a flopping fish. It wasn’t my favorite thing, and I doubted my husband would do this to me- but I was glad I endured it.

I found it hard to understand, but my teachers didn’t want me to be a zombie and get into “subspace” where I could process the pain differently. They wanted me to be in the moment and experience everything without going into a trance to protect myself from the pain.

Pepper insisted that “Aftercare” was a crutch and that as a real slave, I should be the one to aftercare the Master for the emotional experience of shared pain, but not be a blubbering jellyfish. I felt bad because I often craved the aftercare snuggles. They were absolutely correct, though – that was for my pleasure and no one else.

Pepper and Tucker applied hot candle wax to our bodies and demonstrated how it stung when it was close to our skin. They made us scrub it off with abrasive sponges, and then they brought out the big canes and paddles. They taught us what it felt to get the snot beaten out of us while we were tied up and when we were simply ordered to stand still.

In the final hours, I had tears in my ears, and bruises all over – some were small and purple, and some were huge and orange. I didn’t get cut or bleed, but at times, I really did want to force them to stop. I was glad that I did not have a ‘safe word’ I could have blurted out to make it go away. I would have used it -instead, I had to rely on my ability to absorb pain and just deal with it.

In the last hour, Tucker choked fucked us with his cock, and Pepper slapped us with a big strap-on she used to fuck us silly. It was the roughest sex I’ve ever had. I thought the gangbangs I had in Minnesota were rough because the men treated me like a rag doll, but Pepper proved me wrong. She thoroughly left me flat on my belly, panting, huffing, sobbing, and aching like a total cum rag.

Strangely, after it was all done, I began to feel this euphoric sense of victory – like I had endured and survived. I believe a lot of it was dopamine that my brain generated to help me deal with pain, but honestly, I was smiling and so completely worn out that I wasn’t sure which way was up.

I barely noticed when we got a final enema and locked back into our chastity belts. It only registered when Pepper attached two heavy one-pound weights to my tits with jagged binder clips. They dangled from my chest and made me wince like I was slicing onions. The other girl had the weighted clips as well.

“By now, you are probably feeling the tingle and itch of the Ben-Gay that we rubbed into chastity belts. It should sting as a gentle reminder that you DID it – you cunts. You fucking made it through your next to the final day of evaluation!” Pepper said with pride in us. She attached a tube of Ben-Gay to the weights hanging from our tits.

It stung, but I also realized that my clit had been stretched and extended so that a portion of the meaty-pink center was extended through two metal teeth in the front. A clip had been screwed down on either side to hold my clit out and extend it through the grid that I usually peed out of.

“Tomorrow is going to be the worst of it, so get some rest, and reflect upon what you learned this week. I expect you to have some questions,” Pepper said as she walked us to the door. I felt like I was hobbled and only noticed after nearly tripping that they had tied a spiked rope around my ankles to force them closer together. I would have to walk in tiny steps all the way home.

“Are we going to learn to eat shit and drink piss, Mistress?” I asked without thinking about my question. I had been thinking about what Bambi had said before class about limits. I had been wondering how I’d react if my husband decided it was for the best if I did.

The others stopped and looked at me as if I had just farted loudly – which, given all the gaping our pussies and asses had done, wasn’t uncommon during sessions. I wanted to take the question back.

“No, you won’t be expected to do that as part of your evaluation,” Pepper replied patiently. She didn’t laugh at me for asking, though. “We do offer advanced seminars on fire-play, scat, needles, ritual scarification, and a number of kinks.”

I was surprised that she took my question seriously, but then I realized that Pepper was a professional dominatrix and she had probably seen and heard almost everything from her customers.

“I feel like I drank about a gallon of piss from all of the pussy I’ve eaten today. I haven’t eaten this much pussy as I have this week in my entire life,” Tawny declared with a hearty laugh.

“Karen has been through the seminars and is a piss-drinking, shit-gobbling whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Karen blushed and looked down at the weights hanging from her tits. She didn’t have on a traditional chastity belt. Instead, she wore a painful metal belt that was much more intricate than the one we wore. Hers had a terrible jagged opening in the front that forced her entire clit out, and it already looked a little swollen.

Karen would be spending another night tied up and bound in front of the community center.

Tawny’s daughter and sons were waiting on her when she hobbled out of the community center. “Oh my god Mom, what happened to you?” Dawn immediately gasped.

“I got the ever-loving shit knocked out of me today. Still want to be a slave?” Tawny joked as she gritted her teeth and limped over to her kids.

Bambi and I had to wait only for a minute at the front of the sidewalk before her father pulled up in a golf cart. “I just came by to see how things were going,” he said as he looked us over. I am sure all the welts and small bruises on his daughter concerned him even though he clearly expected it since he was a member of the H.O.A. board that approved her training.

“Good, Sir,” Bambi seemed contrite but not very talkative. It was clear that she had endured a lot and was still processing all of the experience.

“Your sister Fawn wanted to give up after Pain Day,” Eddie sounded like he was teeing up the punch-line to a joke as he tried to add some levity.

“I do not want to give up, Sir,” Bambi replied somberly.

“It wasn’t pain day that bothered her. It was service training on the final day,” he quipped. Bambi did not even smile. I smiled politely.

“Do you want a ride home? You look like you could use it.”

Steven and Mike were standing nearby and patiently waiting to walk me home. They would have understood if she had said yes.

“I was hobbled and weighted for a reason, Sir. I will meet you at home if that is okay with you?”

“I am not your Master. You made that abundantly clear, so even if I wanted to order you to take a load off, I won’t. I am PROUD of you, though, Bambi, and I think your Mom would be as well.”

I’ve never seen Bambi not respond to a direct statement or question from somebody else. She seemed to acknowledge her father’s statement but did not reciprocate anything other than a short “thanks.”

“Take care of my daughter, or I’ll take it out of your asses,” Eddie joked with my sons and then bid Bambi and me a fun walk home before riding off. He waved at Pepper and Tucker as he honked and drove away.

“Wow, did you get guys to get hit by a Mack truck, Mom?” Mike observed.

“It feels like it, Sir, but I learned a lot today,” I said as I followed the two of them. The Ben-Gay creme had fully kicked in, and now I was wishing I could tear off the chastity belt and rub it off of my pussy. It was making me dance a little as I hobbled forward.

“Is it really worth it? Can’t you just wear any collar you want?” Steven asked.

“It wouldn’t mean as much if I do not earn it, Sir,” I shrugged. Even moving my shoulders took effort and sent fresh spikes of aching pain through my body as the weights on my tits clapped against my ribcage.

“It’d be like printing out a diploma on your home computer and saying you graduated with a doctorate,” Bambi observed politely. We tried to keep time with each other and walk side by side, but that was difficult given the weights, hobbles, and our general physical conditions.

“I’d hardly say sucking cocks and coming out looking like two crack whores emerging from the alley is the equivalent of a doctorate,” Mike said sourly. He was correct, but it came out harsh and rude. I almost told him that, but I remembered my place and smiled.

Mike apologized when he saw that we didn’t laugh and then said that, given the circumstances, they wouldn’t smack our asses as hard as they could with the wooden dowels. “We practiced all the way over here,” he seemed disappointed.

We saw Tawny’s family smacking her and Dawn’s asses and laughing. The boys were teasing the girls playfully, and Tawny seemed intent on teasing right back. “You guys really are meanies. I am going as fast as I can. No fair, Dawn isn’t hobbled! Dawn, you want to look like this?”

“Three hundred pounds of bald ass, cunt, and tits? No!”

“You little twat!” Tawny joked wryly with her daughter in that ribald sort of sassy, Waffle-House waitress manner she had.

I addressed my sons.

“Mistress Pepper told me today that your father makes the rules for the house but that I need constant practice to be ready for my evaluation. I doubt they are going to be gentle on evaluation day. It’s up to you how hard to smack our asses, tits, and cunts.”

“Wait, I can smack your cunt...” Steven corrected himself and chose an alternate word like pussy to finish his question.

“We are still on Grove Street, so you can pretty much do anything you want to me to as my escort, Sir,” I reminded my son of the rules. I wasn’t reluctant about it at all. It was starting to feel less like a silly roleplaying game and more like my new reality every day.I added that as long as he was escorting me inside Dolphin Shores, I believed it was acceptable to use the rod on my cunt, ass, tits, and anywhere on my body except my face. I hadn’t been told that the face was off-limits but my Master used a cane on my face. He rarely even slapped my face and usually only during intense sessions.

“I think a good rule of thumb is you shouldn’t be able to spank a cunt until you can say the complete word without mumbling, Sir,” Bambi explained. She seemed to be in a better mood despite the pain and added that went for her as well. “When we are in high school, a pinch to the ass or titty is as far as you can go.”

“Girls like you wouldn’t even talk to boys like in high school,” Steven pointed out that he only expected to be our escort within the walls of Dolphin Shores. He was shy at school, and he had never had a girlfriend that I was aware of. Mike hadn’t had much luck dating either.

“Girls like me? Bald crack whores, Sir?” Bambi’s joke was respectful but snarky.

“I didn’t say that; Mike did! And no, I mean hot girls. I am sure you have lots of cool friends. You may talk to us because we live here, but I doubt you would if you had some of the cool guys from school!”

It wasn’t like Steven to be so down on himself, and even Mike seemed surprised by his sudden suggestion that Bambi was only friends with them for convenience and would ditch them in school.

“Cool guys?” she challenged his prediction.

“Cool guys with mustaches and cars. I do not even have a moped,” Steven sounded sour. I knew SOMETHING was bothering him.

“Ah yes, cool guys with mustaches and cars! Well, I appreciate the fact that you think I wouldn’t talk to you at school, but believe it or not, the bald cunt with a dog collar kind of seems like a weirdo and an outsider too.”

“Sorry,” Steven shrugged and changed the subject. He patted our asses with the wooden dowel and asked me what I learned today.

“It was pain and sex day, so that is why I am so banged up. They taught us how to endure canes as big as pool cues and take objects up our asses as big as baseball bats!” I admitted proudly. A week ago, I would never have dreamed of telling my sons that much detail.

“The small end of the baseball bat or the large end?” Mike opened his hand in a rounded shape to indicate the rounded tip of a baseball bat which is about 9 inches all the way around.

“Yes, that big,” I blushed. He stared at our butts as if trying to imagine how we could have spread our buttholes that wide. “The asshole or the cunt?” Mike asked bluntly.

“Both, and sometimes at the same time, Sir,” I was hobbled. I walked forward while they prodded us gently.

“How does it close back up?” he asked me bluntly.

Yesterday, I might have been mortified by the question or waited for Bambi to offer one of her well-reasoned and to-the-point explanations. “Our holes are very elastic and can be stretched, and we exercise a lot to build up the strength of our cunt walls and asshole rim so that we can grip and clench on command.”

“Oh wow, too bad you have on the chastity belt. I’d love to see that!” Mike teased me. He smacked my rump hard. My ass jiggled.

“You would probably be disgusted by what you see in my butt, Sir,” I replied seriously. “Do you not remember when I was plugged before my evaluation? The plug forces my asshole wider, and then I squeeze down on it to exercise so that I can grip it, force it out without touching it, or pull it back in. That’s one of the reasons your father made me wear it.”I felt it was tremendously taboo to have this open discussion with my sons. If you had asked me if I’d be explaining how my asshole can be stretched out and closed up to him, I would have said no. It felt totally appropriate to explain since he wanted to know.

“I thought it was just a sex thing,” Mike said with an oblivious tone to his voice.

“It IS a sex thing; it’s there to stimulate me and make me horny, get me used to anal, and remind me that I am a full-service slave.”

“Full-service slave?” Steven asked.

“Cunt, Asshole, mouth, all open to suck or fuck cock or cunts,” I replied as calmly as I could. I would never have imagined this conversation with them months ago. I was aspiring to be full-service and I wanted it. I hoped they wouldn’t think too poorly of me for being so brazen about my appetites.

“Are you one too?” Mike asked Bambi before clarifying that he was curious most of all about her ass.

“Apparently, just mouth and anal,” Bambi sounded disappointed as she answered my son’s query. I knew she was referring to the end-of-evaluation tradition. “Are you guys going to be coming to the entire evaluation on Saturday, Sir?”

“I don’t know,” Mike said.

“If you do, you will watch us be gaped, spread, beaten, bark like dogs, the whole enchilada, but at the end, my mouth and asshole will be available to everyone in the community,” she clearly meant it as a subtle invitation. I don’t think the boys were savvy enough to pick up on subtle hints from girls.

“EVERYBODY? Even like old men?” Steven asked. We were passing a wrinkled old man who was gardening in his yard with his collared wife. He bent over, and his pendulous balls hung down as he tended the flowers while he waved to us.

“EVERYBODY, even horny boys who think I’d ghost them at school for a ride with Magnum P.I.”

“Magnum, who?” Steven didn’t get it. His brother told him he was a guy from the 1980s with a mustache. Steven understood. “Does that mean, like, people can, like, come to kiss you?”It was clear they were both excited now that they realized she meant they could have her, if they wanted.

Bambi seemed to be endeared a little by Steven’s question. “I doubt after you see what I do with my mouth and where I put it, you are going to want to kiss it,’ She made it very clear that she was open to the idea of being kissed. She opened her mouth very wide, displayed her tongue, and then breathed out foul-smelling breath. “That’s the taste of your Mom’s ass. Still want a kiss, Sir?” she smiled invitingly like a succubus trying to tempt my son into an obvious ride to hell.

“You are going to do it too, mom? Go to that crazy evaluation?” Steven changed the subject. I could tell he thought Bambi’s breath was a little stinky.

“Yes, Steven, I’ll be evaluated in front of the community. The tradition is at the end, the girls get locked into pillories, and everyone is invited to use them. I am full service, so even my Cunt will be available.”

“You don’t care?” Mike asked with an annoyed expression.

“Of course, I care, Sir. I am excited to earn my eternity collar and participate in the Dolphin Shore traditions. All the female slaves have done it.”

“I mean, do you care that you have to have sex with everyone that lives here?”

“I doubt very seriously that everyone that lives here wants to have sex with ME. I would be surprised if there are many that pick me over a ride with Bambi or the other two women.”

The guys looked like they were trying to process that. Bambi told me not to put myself down or underestimate how horny some of the men were.