Her First Submission (Kathryn's Training) (3 page)

Kathryn felt a moment of bizarre unreality as she stepped through the door and back into the central bar. For a moment she wondered why the Saran wrapped girl still lay on the stage, her mascara now streaked down her cheeks from tears of frustration and denial of completion. It took a moment for Kathryn to remember that only an hour has passed since she handed her tray to Henry and climbed the stairs to Stephen's office. It felt like days. In fact, with her new collar around her neck, trailing two steps behind Master as instructed, Kathryn felt like a completely different person to the girl who'd begun the night as a serving wench.

"Take a seat, Kathryn," said Master, gesturing to a table beside the stage.

Kathryn hesitated, suddenly uncertain. "Master, wenches aren't allowed to sit in these chairs."

The spank was light; just a warning, not intended to cause pain but simply to remind her of her position. Even so the slap to her tight, latex clad ass cheek drew a gasp of surprise from her lips.

"That was not a request, girl. Please don't make me do that again." Kathryn began to approach the seat, but Master held up a hand. "Go to position two," he ordered, pointing to a spot on the floor beside the chairs.

Kathryn lowered herself quickly to her knees, uncomfortable on the hardwood floor, and Master took a seat in the chair beside her. She held her hands behind her back and straightened, determined to maintain the position exactly as directed to avoid another spank.

"Now, look at the stage. Tell me what you see."

Kathryn looked shyly up at the girl on stage, lying on her front and facing them. Her hands and feet were now unbound, and the Saran wrap had been torn at her breasts, pussy and ass. A short, naked man stood over her with a black riding crop in his hand.

"Uh, I see a woman - I think her name is Phoenix - lying on the stage. She's covered in Saran wrap, and the clients are allowed to do whatever they want to her."

Master looked sharply at Kathryn. "Really? Whatever they want?"

"Yes, Master."

He smiled. "So if one of them was to, let's say, hit her in the face with a baseball bat, knocking out her teeth, that would be OK?"

Kathryn frowned. "Um... well, no, I don't think that would be allowed."

"And if I was to climb onto the stage and cut her breasts with a razor, do you think that would be alright?"

Kathryn realized he was toying with her, but she didn't understand where he was going with it. "No, I don't think that would be alright."

"So you lied to me. You said that the clients can do whatever they want with her, and yet now you're telling me otherwise."

Kathryn felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I... no, I didn't lie. I mean, uh... I'm sorry, Master, I don't know what you want me to say."

Master smiled. "It's quite alright. You should never apologize for not knowing the answer. Let me draw your attention to the rack by the side of the stage. Do you see it? Tell me what you see there."

Kathryn hadn't noticed the rack earlier. It consisted of two small wooden shelves, each neatly filled with objects, some of which she recognized and others that meant nothing to her. She peered at the shelves in the dim light.

"I see... there's a thing I think is called a flogger. It's a sort of whip with lots of leather tassels. Then there are a few dildos and... I don't know what that black bar is. And I see a packet of clothes pins. That's all I can see from here."

Master smiled and laid his hand on her shoulder. "Good girl. Everything on those shelves was selected by the girl - Phoenix, I think you called her. The clients are only permitted to use what they find on those shelves, unless Phoenix agrees otherwise."

"I see, Master," replied Kathryn, though she was still confused as to what he was trying to tell her.

"So would you like to revise your statement?"

"I... um... I think the clients can do whatever they want with her using the things on the rack."

Master nodded. "Well, that's not quite it, but it's closer to the reality. Kathryn, what I'm trying to tell you is that all of this, all you see in this club, is not as cruel and chaotic as you imagine. Everyone here, from the slaves to the clients, are simply acting out scenes. They're role playing fantasies. When you see a slave whipped by her master, it is only possible because both slave and master have agreed to it. When you see a girl forced to sit for hours in a small cage it is only because she has consented to and asked for such treatment.

"The power, you see, is not only with the Dominant. The submissive sets her limits, and her Dominant works to push her as close to them as possible - and sometimes, if she is able, beyond. What you see is a relationship, symbiotic, in which one party enjoys a feeling of control and another enjoys relinquishing the same. Phoenix enjoys offering her body to her masters, and her masters enjoy using it to arouse her. Do you understand now?"

Kathryn looked out on the stage, watching the short man slap the riding crop across the girl's tightly bound nipples. The girl winced in pain, but between blows she also seemed to gasp with pleasure. Her face alternated between teeth clenching shock and a wet lipped, dreamy ecstasy, and Kathryn noticed the girl had moved one of her free hands to cup her pussy, grinding the heel of her palm slowly across her dripping mound even as the riding crop swished down once more to her pink, tender breasts. With each stroke of the crop Kathryn felt her own pussy tighten, her nipples stiffen. The pain repulsed her but something in the girl's eyes, in the way she arched her back in response to each moment of agony, left Kathryn with a confusing sense of envy. Just for a moment, despite the horror of the scene, a small, hidden part of Kathryn made her wish she could be the girl on stage.

"I... I think I understand, Master." Again there was that tight little thrill between her thighs, that delicious feeling that came with speaking her Master's name. Could it be that this girl on stage was feeling a sensation many times more powerful, more pleasurable, when she submitted to the will of her clients; when she allowed them to use her body for their own pleasure?

"Good. Now, then, we can begin your training. Position one, Kathryn. Follow me upstairs."

Fear and anticipation coursed through Kathryn's body as she felt the straps tighten around her. Master worked silently, keeping his plans from her, expertly looping knots at her back.

She stood in position one, wincing each time Master pulled a rope tighter. They were thin and coarse, pinching her skin at the armpits and elbows as they pulled her arms uncomfortably behind her. One rope chafed the skin beneath her breasts, and the strap at her wrists forced her to hold her hands awkwardly, palms out, in a position that left her unable to so much as bend her arms.

Strangely, though, the position felt... kinda good. With her arms strapped firmly behind her back Kathryn's full breasts felt even more exposed than they had already been.
If Master wants to touch me, there's nothing I could do to stop him.
The thought of it warmed her pussy, and she wished he'd take advantage of her vulnerability. She craved the feeling of his fingers slipping down between her ass cheeks, delving deeper, finding her tight, dripping snatch and smearing her honey across her thighs.

"Have you ever tried anal sex, Kathryn?", he asked suddenly.

The question alarmed her. Kathryn had always been too afraid of the idea to try it. She'd never even touched her own asshole in an erotic way. Her ass had always been strictly off limits to the few lovers she'd had. "No, Master, I haven't." Her voice quavered with fear.

With one hand still on the rope he found the zipper at the back of her skirt and tugged downwards. The tight latex peeled away from her ass and fell down to her feet. The cool air felt wonderful on the pink, shaved skin of her pussy. "Are you afraid of it?"

She didn't know how to answer. Should she lie? By now she felt as if he could read her every move. He must have noticed her body tense as he raised the subject. He must already know the truth.

"I... yes, I'm afraid."

Master released the rope, satisfied that she was bound tightly enough, and moved a hand slowly down her back. His fingers tickled, dancing lightly, caressing her smooth skin, lower and lower. She remained silent as his fingers played across her splayed palm and reached the small of her back. A quiet gasp escaped her lips as his large hand closed over her left ass cheek, and she couldn't help but whimper when a finger delved slowly between her buttocks and pressed gently against the tight, firm button of her asshole.

"Why are you afraid?", he whispered, his lips close to her ear. The finger softly massaged her tightness, circling it slowly.

Kathryn could barely take a breath. "I don't know, Master. I always thought it would hurt too much."

His fingers moved down, slowly, inch by inch, until they reached the warm, wet opening of her pussy. Kathryn's knees bent involuntarily as he dipped a finger deep inside her, and it was only when Master used his free hand to steady her at the waist that she straightened again.

She felt her dripping pussy twitch as he slid his finger out, wet with her honey, and dragged it along her skin to her tight, puckered asshole. The warm wetness felt incredible, but she wished he'd simply leave her ass alone and fuck her in her eager pussy. It was aching for attention, and her clit throbbed jealously.

"Kathryn,” he whispered, as his moist, warm finger pressed more firmly against her hole. "Before tonight is over you'll beg me to fuck you in you ass. You'll plead with me to stretch your tight virgin hole with my cock. When your snug little asshole is pink and raw and dripping with my come you'll thank me. Do you believe me?"

She couldn't imagine she could ever beg to be penetrated in the ass, but there was something in his voice, an unshakeable confidence, that made her think it might be true; something in his tone that sent a thrill of pleasure pulsing through her body. The thought of abandoning control, allowing him to take charge of her body and use it in a way that scared her, it felt good. Kathryn, on an impulse, repeated the phrase she'd heard the girls downstairs utter when given a command they didn't like. "Only if it pleases you, Master."

She heard him chuckle softly in her ear, his hot breath on her neck. "Oh, it pleases me." His finger slipped from her asshole and traced softly across her rear, leaving a streak of her pussy cream cooling on her skin. "Position three," he whispered in her ear, pushing her gently to the ground.

Kathryn happily obeyed, eager to present her pussy to her new Master. With her arms tied behind her back there was no way to attain the true position, so instead she laid her forehead on the soft carpet, lifting her perky ass up into the air and spreading her legs slightly, showing Master her pink, plump pussy and hoping he'd see it as an invitation to enter her.

Behind her she heard his footsteps pace across the room to one of the many racks of toys, then back again quickly. An object was placed in her hands, small and plastic. "Do you know what this is?", asked Master.

The object felt conical, small enough to sit fully in one hand. "No, I don't know, Master."

She felt him lift it from her palm, and moments later heard something that sounded like the cap of a bottle pop open. "It's called a butt plug. Would you like to see it?"

Kathryn's heart skipped a beat.
He wants to put that thing inside my ass?
"Y-yes please, Master."

She turned her head to the side to see a small, black plastic cone, about three inches long and two inches at its widest point, with a narrow neck leading to the wide, flat base. Kathryn had seen them down in the club, sometimes much, much bigger that this one. Even so, the idea of that thing being pushed into her asshole made it pucker tight.

Master squeezed a generous squirt of lubricant onto the black plastic, allowing it to run down the full length of the plug, and then squeezed a little more on Kathryn's exposed asshole. She flinched as the cold liquid trickled between her cheeks. "You're not ready to take my cock just yet. I need to modify your body before you'll accept me, so I'm going to stretch you out just a little before I fuck you. Would you like that?"

No! No!
She wanted to yell and scream, jump up and flee from the room, but the words refused to pass her lips. She was overruled by that small but insistent part of her mind that was hypnotized by his voice; the part that made her pussy flood with sweet honey at the mere thought of pleasing him. The phrase
modify your body
intrigued her; the idea that she could be molded and adjusted to suit her Master's needs, just as his strong, comforting voice seemed to be effortlessly molding her mind. "Yes please, Master. I'd like that very much." As she spoke the words she was surprised to realize they were true.

Kathryn braced herself, feeling her asshole tighten in fearful anticipation. She flinched as Master placed his index finger against the tight hole once again, again circling the puckered pink mound, spreading around the lube. "You
are
tight, aren't you? It's going to feel amazing when I push my cock into you. I'm looking forward to making you come when my thick head stretches you wide open."

Kathryn gritted her teeth, determined to stay silent, but she couldn't help but whimper as Master's finger pressed more firmly against her opening. She clenched tighter than ever, but when he applied pressure to the hole she felt it give a little. Slowly, ever so slowly, she felt her muscles stretching around his finger, allowing it to slide into the tiny, wet hole, and after what felt like an eternity the finger popped in quickly, her cavity stretching to accommodate him.

Master slid his finger into the moist hole down to the second knuckle, gently swirling it around as he eased his way in. "Mmmmm, that feels good. You'll feel so much better after the first time I fuck you." Now Kathryn felt the tip of the butt plug press against the opening, and as Master slowly withdrew his finger he replaced it with the firm, cool plastic.

The moment his fingertip popped out he pushed firmly down on the base of the plug, ensuring her asshole didn't snap shut once more. Kathryn tried to shift forward, to resist the invasion, but Master gripped her thigh and pulled her back, ever so slowly drawing her onto the widening toy.

"Please," she whimpered, her eyes pricking with tears. "It's too big." She pictured her asshole spreading wide open, perhaps even tearing as the butt plug stretched her, but as she took deep breaths and allowed the panic to wash away she realized it didn't hurt. At least, it didn't hurt like she thought it would. The pain was... well, it was a
good
pain. As the tapering plug spread her wider and it pushed deeper she felt almost euphoric. Her tight ring clenched firmly around the plug, and when its widest point finally breached her sphincter it closed tight around the narrow neck, holding the toy firmly inside her. She gasped with surprise at the feeling, the pain all but gone and replaced by a hot, intense pleasure. She clenched her ring, delighted to discover the plug shifted deeper inside her in response to her movements.

"Oh, God, that feels incredible!", she panted, drawing short, gasping breaths as the plug probed her. Master patted the base softly, pushing it ever deeper, and Kathryn felt her dripping pussy tighten and twitch. She moaned, feeling an orgasm thunder through her body, and Master responded by pushing the plug even further with the heel of his palm. She squealed as she came, gasping like a wild animal as her pussy throbbed and gushed honey down her thighs.

"Position two!", ordered Master sharply, pulling Kathryn up to her knees as the climax continued to pulse through her. The plug shifted deeper, and as she struggled to stay upright she was delighted to find the heel of her foot planted against the base of the plug, holding it firmly inside where she could enjoy it.

Master walked around to the front of her, pulled off his suit jacket and tossed it to the floor. His excitement was visible in the tented fabric of his trousers. Snaking down his left thigh his cock grew visibly larger as Kathryn watched, almost delirious. With each beat of his heart the tool swelled further, and in one quick movement he released his belt, tugged down his zipper and pulled out the large, firm shaft.

"Give me your mouth," he ordered, using one hand to steady the enormous cock. Kathryn opened her lips and dipped her head forward obediently, hungrily accepting the thick, firm head on her tongue. Her lips closed around him, and before she could even begin to move she felt his hands grip her by the hair and pull her head deep onto the shaft.

Master fucked her mouth hungrily, using her moist lips and willing tongue like a second pussy. The thick, salty sweet head of his cock slid just deep enough to reach the back of her throat, masterfully using her depths without cutting off her breathing. Kathryn moaned happily, allowing herself to be pulled and shifted wherever he wanted her, delighted at the feeling of the butt plug sliding back and forth inside her as her heel pushed it deeper.

Master pulled out of her mouth moments before he came, holding her head back and aiming the hot stream of his come at her chest. She felt it gush warmly across her, immense volumes of warm cream blasting against her heaving breasts and running between them to collect at the top of her corset. With her hands bound behind her back there was nothing she could do to protect herself from the thick stream of come spurting across her body. Nothing she wanted to do.

As the final warm spurt dropped between her breasts Master took her under the arms and lifted her to her feet, carrying her as if she were weightless. She followed obediently, too overwhelmed with the sensation filling her tight ass to worry about where he was taking her. His dripping, still erect cock slid against her thighs as he carried her.

In the corner of the room sat a padded wooden chair, and as they reached it Master deftly untied the knot holding Kathryn's arms tight behind her back. She sighed as the blood returned to her limbs, wincing as pins and needles pricked her fingers, but she soon realized the freedom would be short lived.

Master guided her onto the chair, making her kneel on the padded seat. He took one arm at a time and, with a curt order to hold still, retied her arms to the wooden frame. He then moved down to her feet, removing his brown leather belt and using it to bind her ankles together before finally moving up, wrapping a rope around the back of her knees and looping it through the chair back. When the final knot was tied she fond herself immobile, frozen on her knees with her gushing pussy in the air and the black base of the butt plug poking from her ass.

Now Kathryn felt truly at Master's mercy. She couldn't see him, couldn't know what he was doing behind her until she felt his fingers at her asshole. He gripped the base of the butt plug and began to gently pull. The moment it began to shift, sucking wetly out of her pink, tender asshole, she felt the approach of another orgasm.

Master felt it, saw it in the tightening clench of her pussy, and placed the flat of his hand gently on her ass. "You may not come until I allow it. If you try to come before my cock has stretched your tight little ass I'll have to punish you. Do you understand?"

Kathryn whimpered, unsure if it was even possible to hold back a climax once her body had decided it was time. "I understand, Master," she said, hoping she could find the will, and she bit her lip so hard she thought she might draw blood.

The widest point of the plug spread her now, stretching ass her wide and producing a sensation far from the pain she felt as it went in. The moment the wide point passed she wished Master would push it back in, slide it in and out. Without that solid block filling her asshole she felt empty, incomplete, and as the tip finally slipped from her she felt her ring clench, relax and clench again, as if her ass was desperately searching for something to fill it once more.