Part 3: Her only purpose
Chapter 7
Naked outdoors
Today Three would be in for a surprise, our planned meeting was not until tomorrow, but I had planned an improvement date for her.
According to Ines N’s schedule, her last lecture ended at 2 pm, so I waited for her at the parking lot.
Dressed like a businesswoman with a black briefcase and mirrored sunglasses, she walked purposefully towards me, looking stunning.
She was already heading towards her Porsche when she suddenly saw me leaning casually beside the car. She paused for a moment and then ran towards me, laughing happy.
She almost called my name, but then corrected herself: “Sir, I’m so happy to see you, do we eat out?”
“That’s why I’m here Three, we’re having a picnic, come join me, I have already prepared everything.”
My Tesla parked a short distance away and I opened the car door for her: “Please get in, submissive girl, we are going for a joyride.”
She knew exactlywhat I mean and who would probably get joy, but she did not bat an eyelid and sat down gracefully.
We were delighted by the drive on this sunny day. The car pursued silently
on the road through the outskirts of town. Soon we reached our destination, a viewing tower in the forested hills, and I parked the car.
“We’ll take a walk for the last mile, there are picnic bags in the trunk, take it out and follow me. But leave your blazer in the car, it is warm.
I wo shorts suitable for a hike, a T-shirt, sports shoes, and a light backpack with a water bottle and a surprise inside.
Three was dressed too formally, especially her elegant high-heeled shoes looked out of place.
“A backpack and two bags and everything so heavy Sir, did you pack any stones? I smiled; the little one was not stupid.
She struggled to lift everything out of the trunk. When she noticed that I was not making any move to help her, she slung the backpack around her shoulders and grabbit the two bags.
The path led into the forest and then steadily uphill. Three was panting and panting, her white blouse was sweaty after 10 minutes. “You are dressed wrong,” I laughed at her, “How about you take off your blouse and skirt?”
She realized what was coming but did as I “suggested.”
She stood there in her panties and bra in her beige pumps with black lace and looked at me.
I snapped my fingers, and she stripped naked. I was pleased that she was wearing the collar with the Three pendants and that the butt plug was in place. She had accepted her role as owned slut.
“The shoes, take them off silly,” I snapped at her, put the stuff in the backpack, but pronto.”
She obeyed, strapped the 35-pound backpack on, lifted the bags, each weighing twelve pounds, and Followed me.
Almost sixty pounds with a body weight of less than 106 pounds and a height of five feet 2 inches. It was as if I had to carry 110 pounds with my 6,2 feet and 190 poundds.
She stumbled often, sharp stones and roots caused trouble on the soles of her feet, and I heard suppressed sounds of pain.
She pulled through another 10 minutes before she found herself hunted over, gasping for air, her head red. I handed her my water bottle; she drank gratefully and greedily. “Sir, I can’t do it anymore, please I am very sorry,” she pleased.
Without a word, I took the Cattle Prod out of my backpack, turned the device on, and let it emit a snapping electric shock in front of her eyes.
She saw the electric spark and at once moved again, slowly, too slowly. The two protruding tips of the device touched her left ass cheek, the shock of electricity made her bounce and yelp.
“You probably want it the hard way, do not make me drive you like cattle. Obedience is only complete when it is total. Even if it is difficult.”
She sped up a little but staggered like a drink with every step. I took out my mobile phone and filmed the hot scene from all sides.
Suddenly voices, two hikers appeared from the forest and looked fascinated at the exhausted naked woman. Three was very tired, she forgot to cover her nakedness. Lucky girl, I would have punished her for it.
The older man stared at my slave’s shaken cleft, but the woman, pulled him by the arm and continued the walk with the words. “Whore, rabbit”
Then they were gone. We heard only her bickering voice. Three stood there frozen, but when I approached her with the Cattle Prod, she stumbled back to her ordeal.
We finally achieved the goal I wanted. After we left the path and fight our way forward through bushes for about fifty feet, our view fell on a rocky outcrop.
The stone slab only measured 120 quadrat yards but offered a fantastic panoramic view. The observation tower was about two hundred yards below our position. “Stand still Three, there is a step drop down on the edge.
I freed her from her burden, took her by the hand, and led her towards the abyss. The view, the beauty of nature, and the semiconductor naked woman at my side made my heart beat faster.
Suddenly and to my surprise, I tenderly kissed her soft lips. We sat on the edge of the stone slab, and I let her drink from the water bottle.
Playing children on the viewing platform waved to us and we waved back.
Luckily, we were sitting, so they could not see that Three was naked.
…and deranged, sweaty, dirty.
Three slowly recovered from the struggle I had subjected her to. Suddenly I had a precious conscience, was I treating her too badly, was I being too hard on her?
In the sun the sweat dried on her white skin, she looked irresistibly beautiful and fragile.
The feelings for Ines that I had suppressed for a long time, were Suddenly back, I felt a wave of heat in my head.
I looked deeply into her eyes: “I want your body, Ines; I want you like I never wanted a woman before.”
She helped me undress, we kissed,Our tongues dancing together in this hot, intimate kiss. I eagerly licked the sweat from her body, everywhere, her slit tasted slightly salty, and then our bodies pressed against each other.
I whispered in her ear that I loved her and that I wanted to climax with her together.
We let ourselves drift in an endless lustful embrace. Three whispered words of thanks in my ear, again and again, but I Still held back.
“Please, Sir, do not move now,” she whispered, and I feel the rhythmic pulsation of her slit, getting stronger and faster until I discharged.
She managed to climax in concert with me. We held each other tight.
For minutes I felt wiped out.
In harmony with the universe, happy.
Ines gently stroked my temples. Smiling she said:
“I do not regret to have ruined my Dior Shoes, Sir.” We laughed together.
Slowly my senses returned, and I knew, I had to assert my authority again. Her name is Three not Ines! She is a slave girl, not abeloved wife!
I had promised myself to keep love and sex separate.
Not to treat her like a princess, because she would despise me.
The real bitch inside her had to stay locked in.
With a firm voice: “I loved your performance, but don’t flatter yourself Three. Now bring the cooler bag here, it is in the backpack.
“Right now, Sir,” she put the sandwiches on a tray, poured me a glass of wine, and knelt next to me to wait on me like a maid, a naked maid.
“When I was full, I fed her the leftovers treating her like a puppy. Then I handed her the water bottle again.
“Now drink up, pack everything, remove the stones from the backpack and the pockets, stuff the empty pockets into it.
I have comfortable sports shoes, training pants, and a T-shirt, in your size for the way back.
Three looked at me gratefully and anxious to carry out all my instructions.
We slowly walked back to the car like a normal couple. On the way, I told her about the time for our meeting the next day and made her aware that her slut slave training would continue.
I told her, “Tomorrow I want to share you for the first time.” I showed her the medical exam of the person I had invited. “But it’s a woman!” She bucked. “I’m straight”
“Three you are a lesbian if I am ordering you. This question is not at issue”
I put my hand under her chin, “Look at me Three. Do you accept, that I own you?
“Yes Sir, but…”
“Without fuss and quibble, Three. You will do as told.” In a sharper voice “Did you get that?”
Now with a little girl voice “Yes Sir, I understand.”
Chapter 8
Oral-service
Today Three had to lick Sophia. Three did not I had a huge Danish mastiff in mind, Three would get used from the front and then from the rear, the giant beast hatchelling. Finally, the dog’s cock, still dripping ejaculate, goes into her beautiful mouth.
Kinky forbidden fansies.
Sophia was my tax advisor; we had had meetings and business lunches, and I knew, she was into women. She was engaged to a young Thai girl. The younger Thai sister was also part of the arrangement, in any case, they all lived together.
I had made her curious by announcing that I would let her watch the training of my slave girl. I told Sophia that I wanted her to teach my slave girl how to serve a woman. Everything was planned.
Three had already completed half an hour of training on the dog leash when Sophia finally showed up. We shook hands, I invited her in.
Three was kneeling on all fours and seemed quite unlucky. The best daughter, a university professor and an important member of society,
became a humiliated naked and exposed slut. Reduced to a pet.
“Position one,” my voice sounded sharp, Three hurried to take the inspection position.
Sophia approached slowly, she seemed to enjoy the scene, “what is the name of the beautiful naked woman?” she asked.
“Answer Three”
“My name is Three”
The whip cracked “Go on,” I thundered, and call Sophia as Mistress”
“… I am my master’s slave, he trains me to be a slut and a three-hole whore, Mistress.”
“Very pleased Three, my correct name is Lady Sophia. Do you have experience with pleasure other women?”
“No Mistress, never”
“Oh, that sounds very dismissive, Three. Your master wants me to teach you how to satisfy a woman, I assure you will like it.”
“Sophia, I suggest we have coffee first, while Three continues her training.”
“Am I allowed to smoke at your place?”
“Unfortunately, no Sophia, but we could go to the roof terrace,” I suggested.
“Great idea, then Three can get trained out in the open.”
Three seemed to be horrified, wouldSomebody see her naked?
I opened the door to the terrace, “Sophia, please take Three’s leash and walk her out. I’ll bring the coffee straight away.”
Sophia and I took place on the large, covered terrace with a seating group. We had coffee together while watching the training.
Three, naked, alternatively hoped and crawled around us on all fours, forwards, backwards, her knees and palms on the hard stone slabs.
Our playground was not completely hidden from view, but I did not care whether someone from the few higher-roof gardens was watching us.
I showed Sophia how to use the cane, belt, dog whip, and Cattle Prod on Three’s smoking body and elicited interesting noises from the naked maltreated slave girl.
It did not matter, that Three had not made a single mistake with the positions.
Sophia had slipped her fingers under her skirt and was already massaging her slit, her panties lying on the floor.
Finally, she pushed her skirt up to her stomach, spread her thighs wide and ordered Three to crawl between her legs.
I was surprised to see pubic hair, the same colour as Sophia’s scalp, reddish blonde.
Three obeyed but then seemed to recoil in disgust and wrinkle her nose. I brought the cane down on her ass cheeses. “Put your tongue out,” I yelled, “Do not dare disappoint me.”
Sophia was not the sex partner of choice; she was in her late fifties and was more than twenty pounds overweight. Sophia giggled: “You will get used to my natural pussy Three.
You know, washing and perfuming is a waste of time, I want my pussy to smell like pussy….
… and my pubic hair saves the smell of my yellow narrowar.” Three pushed the pubic hair with her fingers aside and pushed her tongue into Sophia’s slit.
She observedly followed all the instructions, sucked on the fleshy dark labia, and searched for the pleasure points.
Obediently she tongued around the urethra, searched for the G-spot, sucked on the clitoris.
She had to knee in front of Sophia endlessly and Sophia reached two climaxes, directing Three by pulling her hair in the desired direction and setting the pace.
Three spat out a public hair now and then, the rest of the time she had to swallow Sophia’s spicy juices. “Now you must make me squirt, Little Three. Lick my cliporis, just gently and deliciously.
My pleasure Increases slowly, so take your time.
Suck a little faster, now slow again, now a little faster….
Sophia must have been horny as hell, she finally slide down to the stone floor, got into a benchmark position, presented her big ass cheeks, and groaned:
“Now put your tongue in my asshole, quickly, do it,” while she rubbed her slit with pleasure.
Three pulled the white but cheeses apart and stuck her tongue in Sophia’s anal opening. Sophia was now struggling her cunt extremely fast. Suddenly, a few drops, then a real jet, and her juices shot out.
“Lick it all up slut” she moaned, and Three seemed happy to finish her anal service.
Later Sophia and I enjoyed a cool Riesling, Sophia smoked her cigarette, and Three knelt next to us with Sophia’s soiled panties in her mouth.
“My little Asian sluts have their pole dancing lessons today,” reported Sophia, “that keeps them slim and supplement.”
“Good idea,” I said, “what’s the name of the studio?”
“Studio Dora also offers striptease and belly dancing classes. We have two poles installed at home and I order them to dance whenever I want.”
I planned to order dance poles for my penthouse and Three’s apartment. I decided, that Three had time left for dancing lessons.
I bowed Sophia out, wanting to be alone with Three. We vaguely agreed to meet again, as a group of five. “Well done, you can keep my panties, Three,” laughed Sophia as she waved goodbye and left us, obviously amused and very relaxed.
“You can spit it out, Three, bring it to me. I smelled a mixture of sweat, urine, and musk. “Throw it in the rubbish and take a shower, you stink. You may use the toilet beforehand and do not forget to rinse your mouth actively.”
Later when Three opened the bathroom door again, she was clean and dry, but her knees looked terrible, scraped, bleeding.
So, the stone slabs on the roof terrace had been rough.
I grabbed the disinfectant and treated her wounds as she stood motionless in the inspection position.
I then ordered Three to climb onto the dining room table and lie on her back, with her head in my direction.
“You will serve me now with your pretty mouth Three,” I said euphemistically, in fact, I wanted to abuse her mouth as an upper fuck-hole.
“Slide further forward, I want your head hanging off the end of the table, yes just like that. Good girl. Now pull your heels up to your ass and let your legs tilt outwards, yes, a perfect triangle with an unprotected cleft.”
I had prepared useful utensils on the serving trolley next to the table.
A jar of lubricant, paintbrush, tea lights, lighter, punishment utesils. Her gaping mouth was level with my erection, but first I buttered her tongue and throat with the lubricant by using the brush.
The lubricant was made of oil, and master’s spit and urine, mixed well.
It seemed well suited for a whore.
Then I used her ears as handles and slowly penetrated her warm, slippery mouth cunt.
She fought the gag reflex and obediently swallowed my cock. After her first tries, I finally felt her forehead touch my balls. Wow! I groaned; this was supposed to be a pleasure fuck for me.
In between I gave her short breaks to breathe, but I quickly pushed myself back into her to the hilt. Particularly arousing to me was the sight of the bulge the intruder made in her throat.
I playfully slide the cane over her crack and nipples, pressing the tip into the soft flesh, enjoying her reaction to it. Trembling. She was helpless; it gave her the creeps; and her slit was dripping wet. I knew how desperately she wanted to serve me in this way.
She had seen it in the movies, it hijacked her fantasy, and she had trained hard.
Subsequently, I hit her exposed front not only with the cane but also with the dog whip and the belt.
My cock had a wonderful time, every inch in and out, slowly in and out, she made gulping sounds.
I wanted to last for hours, but the feeling of absolute power almost made me explode.
An incredible orgasm slowly built up inside me. I placed the lit tea lights on her slit and nipples and watched in fascination as the wax slowly became more liquid.
I kept the same pace, slowly every inch going in, going out, my balls slapping against her forehead, I touched the bulge on her neck with both hands and felt the pressure on my cock. God, what a good fuck-toy she was.
Then gently pulling out, listening to her heavy breathing noises, otherwise wonderful silence, that’s how sluts weree bearable.
Her body compromised in delicious convulsions from the pain caused by the tea lights.
The fate of pain whores, to give pleasure and suffer in the process. And gaining no pleasure in exchange, nothing but serving in agoy.
To be a pain whore means to do anything for male validation.
There was no stopping me, I knocked over the tea lights, and the hot wax burned on her vulnerable areas.
The pressure on my cock seemed to increase. then I discharged while fucking her mouth with quick thrusts. Shooting my load all down her throat, calling her names.
Later I prayed Three for her satisfaction performance, told her how proud she made me, and how beautiful she was. Her throat was deflowered at the end.
We then had dinner together, a catering service had brought a plate of delicacies, and she was allowed to talk. It was like in the old days.
I soon was hard again and wanted to fuck her pussy. I ordered her to lie down on the floor and without more ado I penetrated her.
She was very wet, I had my pleasure, but I did not want her to come.
She had that sad and hungry look when I shot my load in her pussy.
Chapter 9
Twelve months later
Two naked women knee in front of me, blindfolded, one of them was Three, and the other was the new toy, Rita.
Three had made substantial progress during that year, her anus now dilated for constant use, the largest of her butt plugs permanently in place. With her vaginal muscles, she was able to exert so much pressure to make every man climax in a very short time.
Bu honestly, my cock liked to use her orally and unexpectedly more, ignoring her most holy parts.
Three had overcome the gag reflex and we had even extended her time to hold her breath by apnoea training.
In short, Three had become an excellent and obedient fuck toy.
I chatissed her not only for offences but also for a regular schedule. “Maintenance spanking” means evaluating her performance with later punishment, the intensity depending on my mood.
Her resistance to pain had improved greatly and I was rightly proud of her successful training. She endured the pain without complaining.
It made her hot to serve and suffer naked and bruised.
It was completely normal for her to get humiliated, beaten, and abused while serving as a sex slave, without climaxing herself. Sometimes I Still felt sorry for her, but then I thought again about the goal of wiping out the old Ines bitch.
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