Page's Training Ch. 14

When I woke up, the room was warm with sunlight and I immediately felt a soreness in both of my holes. Both had been pushed to the limit the night before. I slowly sat up and made my way to the bathroom.

When I was finished in the bathroom, I arrived nude in the bedroom to find one of the staff waiting at the foot of the bed. "Master has already left for the office. He will be working a short day today, I will alert you when he is on his way." The man turned to leave.

Before he walked through the doorway, he turned and gave me his last instructions, "You're free to have the morning to yourself. Might I suggest some reading in the study? Brush up on your etiquette maybe?" And he was gone.

The man had a point. Punishments were harsh in this house, I would benefit from some study on the lifestyle and the expectations of someone in my position.

I found a pair of my transparent lounging pants with a matching long-sleeved shirt and headed downstairs to the study. The house was kept fairly warm and I didn't feel cold, really.

When I began searching the shelves of books, I found so many interesting subjects that I forgot what I was looking for. The man who had been in my bedroom appeared behind me, reached above my head, took a volume down and handed it to me.

I looked down to read the title, and when I shifted my eyes upward to thank him, he'd already gone. I settled into the couch and grabbed a nearby blanket and began to read.

The book was written by a submissive, a slave, who had fallen deeply in love with her Master. They were very much in love, though he was married to another woman and kept his slave in a different home with a staff to watch over her. She described her daily activities, her submissive nature, her love for him and her behavior in his presence, sensing his mood each moment.

What fascinated me was how she described the shift in her when he wanted to be intimate with her. She explained it as a veil that she would put over herself, assuming the role of obedient submissive and following instructions and proper demeanor. Almost like switching off a part of her self to be of service to him and whoever he shared her with. When he allowed her to be at ease, she could lift the veil and show him her love and passion without fear of punishment or judgment.

By the time I had finished the book and was contemplating how to put this information to good use, the man was back to tell me to prepare for Master's return. Would he ever be 'Nick' to me again?

I hurried upstairs, discarded my comfortable clothing and put on the rhinestone collar and wrist cuffs with the chains and made my way to the foyer to wait.

The man helped me correct my position, insisting that I spread my legs farther apart. I stared at the floor and imagined a veil falling over me. My own thoughts and feelings were hidden; I tried to be like the slave girl in the book. My devotion was to this man, pleasing him, obeying him. It was a new side of submission that I was determined to master. I could do this.

When Nick walked through the door, he stopped in front of me and was silent for a moment. I didn't raise my eyes from their position on the floor.

"Follow me." His voice was stern, but not angry. I tried to imagine his mood from he sound of his voice.

We walked into the study, where the book I'd been reading had been returned to the shelf and the blanket I'd used was folded neatly, back in its place. Nick took a glass of what looked like bourbon from a member of the staff and sat in his chair to read the paper he'd brought home with him. "Sit."

I moved in front of him, out of his way but facing him, and knelt down into the same position I'd been in when he arrived home and waited. Every few minutes, I would feel him look around his paper at me. I imagined he was enjoying what he saw, enjoying my body on display for him.

After a while, he set the paper down and stood up, "Follow me." We walked into the dining room where lunch was set out. Nick sat at the head of the table and I waited behind my chair for instruction. "You may sit."

I pulled the chair out and lowered myself onto the dildo, my sore insides expanding to accommodate the intruder. One of the staff pushed me up to the table and I waited with my hands in my lap.

"You may eat." We dined in silence, both in deep thought. I wondered what he was thinking, but my thoughts were mostly drifting to the slave girl and all I'd read that morning.

When Nick was finished and rose to leave the table, I laid down my silverware and waited. I was still hungry, as I'd skipped breakfast but I knew that if he was finished at the table, so was I.

"Follow me." Nick walked me back to the study and the doorbell sounded. The staff led in the same man who had been at the house the night before. I had decided to call him 'The Punisher'. I was instructed to go with the staff.

In the kitchen, one of the staff led me to a small bathroom, gave me a quick anal douche and rubbed warm oil into and all around my 2nd hole. He smiled at me, "He has specific tastes, and you should be well lubricated to accommodate him." I was given a nod toward the study and followed a staff member carrying a small tray with drinks back to the men.

"Sit." was all that was said to me. I centered myself between the two men on the floor, spread my legs wide and lowered my eyes to the floor. I listened silently as they discussed their business deal, absorbing the information like I was in class.

Soon there was sipping of drinks and silence. Then I heard, "Present yourself to my guest." I got on all fours, turned with my backside facing the man and spread my legs wide, pressing my chest to the floor. My pussy and ass were completely on display.

"I see the punishment has worked its magic; well done Nick. She's marvelous." I felt a finger in my ass, then two. "So slick and ready to be used. Outstanding." My sphincter muscle was relaxing and he added another finger as he pushed in and out, stretching me to accommodate his monster cock.

I heard his pants unzip and fall to the floor, then felt him kneel behind me. He grabbed both of my ass cheeks in his hands and pulled them apart; stretching my hole to face him. When the head of his cock began pushing into me, I silently breathed deeply, trying to relax and let it happen. The oil worked its magic and he slid in with no hesitation on his part. I silenced my moans; afraid he would take them as disobedient. He stretched me like I had never been stretched before, but with the oil to lubricate him, it wasn't as bad as the night before.

He slowly enjoyed me again, pushing and pulling his entire length in and out of me. Nick watched for a few minutes, then excused himself and I was left alone with the man. He kept his rhythm slow, but started talking his way through it. "What a precious piece of property you are. I will have to visit Nick more often to enjoy you."

It seemed as though he talked the entire time, "My cock usually drives the new slaves to punishments, but my how quickly you've learned. Nick is a lucky man; if you were mine I would use this hole nonstop. Oh yeah...oh your ass feels good on my cock. I bet you love being violated by my giant dick. Not afraid of it now, are you? No, you opened yourself up with no hesitation. Eager to be ass fucked, are we? You should be, a good slave is eager to do anything to please a man."

He sped up his pace, but kept talking, "That's it, slut, take it all and like it. You should see what it looks like when my long, fat cock disappears into our ass. It's a beautiful sight. Though I was hoping you would disobey so I could enjoy watching you be punished. Nick knows I like to watch the punishments."

The sadistic pig was pumping in and out of me quickly now, and I could hear his breath quicken. I focused on my own breathing and by now, my body had stretched and relaxed to accommodate him and it was feeling good. "I'm gonna cum so deep inside this pussy it will take two days for it to work its way out of you. That's it, take it all. What a whore you are, you love it. You love my dick in your ass."

His pace became frantic, "You ready for me? You ready to take my cum into your ass, whore? Here it comes, oh yeah, fuck yeah, here it is, bitch." He rammed himself into me, and I felt his cock stiffen and seemingly grow an extra inch as his hot spunk buried itself in my bowels. He grunted and leaned over onto my back, spent, panting.

He slapped my right ass cheek and pulled out of me, leaving my whole stretched and slightly agape. "Now you're broken in, little slut." He pulled up his pants and left the room. I stayed on the floor without moving; my last command from Nick was to present for this miserable man, and I was going to wait for his next instruction.

Nick returned and stood in the doorway, "Follow me." I stood, trying to clench to keep the semen from dripping out of me. It didn't seem to be anywhere near leaving the orifice. I obediently followed Nick, eyes down.

Nick led me into my bedroom, "The staff will give you an anal douche and clean you up. Some colleagues are coming buy for an afternoon get together. Put on your red bikini and enjoy the hot tub out back. We have entertaining to do, my pet." He caressed my cheek as I looked down, and then lifted my chin to kiss me deeply. I closed my eyes and felt his tongue exploring mine.

"I can't wait to hear all about what made this switch inside of you, Page." He kissed my neck, sending shivers down my spine and turned to leave.

Two of the staff gave me my anal douche and cleaned the cum out of my ass. When I went into the dressing closet, my bikini was laid out for me. The staff had to help me remove the collar and cuffs and I strategically placed the tiny triangles over my areolas, and then slipped on the thong. The front thong buried itself between my labia and teased my clit as I walked. I wondered why the suit at all? I was essentially nude.

When I stepped into the back yard, there were already nearly twenty men fresh from the office, standing with drinks and mingling. I walked straight to the hot tub, eyes downcast and eased myself into the hot bubbling water. It felt good to relax. I knew no one had missed my entrance, but I had avoided all eyes.

After about ten minutes, one of the staff came to help me out of the hot tub and led me, dripping wet, over to Nick and three men in a deep discussion. I kept my eyes on their feet and stood behind Nick, just in his peripheral.

Nick found a break in the conversation and turned his attention toward me. "Page, come with me." He led me by the arm through the yard to a soft patch of grass where there were stocks set up at knee-height. Nick lifted the top of the stocks and I got on my hands and knees, placing my neck above the center and my wrists in each of the side slots. Nick lowered the top down and locked it into place, removed my thong and returned to his colleagues.

There was a chin rest, thankfully so that I could relieve some of my upper body weight. I pushed my knees apart so that my legs were spread and arched my back a bit so that my holes were on display. I was determined to behave, and I knew that pleasing Nick and submitting to these men would earn me the time with him that I was craving.

The staff came and rubbed oil on my body, making sure to use a nozzle to squirt some into my ass and pussy. I was slick and ready to be used.

The staff brought out wooden racks and the men began to gather around me, taking off their pants and hanging them carefully on the racks. The business talk continued, the drinks kept coming and soon, the men were in front of me, one by one, pressing their flaccid cocks into my mouth until they were hard.

It wasn't frantic or hurried, the first man pulled out of my mouth as soon as he was rock hard and moved behind me. He pressed his cock into my pussy and it slid in easily with the oils. He moved slowly in and out of me, keeping up with the conversation. He wasn't incredibly large, but the sensation was amazing with the oils inside of me. I felt him stiffen and then pull out of me, shooting hot streams of cum onto my back.

The man currently in my mouth moved to replace him, and a new man entered my mouth. Each of them chose their favorite hole, either my ass or my pussy and slowly enjoyed me until they were ready to cum, then they would shoot their seed onto my body. I could feel the cum puddling and drying all over me, dripping down my sides...for some reason I found it incredibly sensual.

I hadn't been told that I could cum, and I was afraid of what might happen if I did. I checked out as I'd done before on my sybian at home and focused on the blades of grass beneath me. Some of the men came back for seconds, but the conversation stayed civil and professional while the men enjoyed Nick's new pet on the lawn. I could feel my own never-ending wetness, inviting the men into me. The smell of the semen coating my body was intoxicating. It felt like an erotic dream.

The men started putting their pants back on, one by one, and saying their goodbyes. Soon I was alone in the yard, the staff putting away the racks, leaving me to my own thoughts. I was covered in cum, my holes had been used more than they ever had been before and I still craved more. I craved Nick. I knew he hadn't been one of the men using me.

When things were quiet for a while, one of the staff came to unlock the stocks and help me up. I was taken inside and put in a shower to clean myself. When I was finished, the staff rubbed me down and massaged me with oils, relaxing my strained muscles. I was taken to the bedroom doorway where I kneeled, presenting myself and was told to wait for Master.

When Nick stepped into the doorway, he was silent for a moment and then stroked my hair. "At ease, Page."

I looked up at him and stood facing him, waiting. I didn't know what to say now that I was allowed to speak.

"Did you enjoy your day, my pet?"

"Yes, Sir. Very much."

"Tell me how it made you feel."

"I felt like a piece of furniture for most of the day, admired and used but not spoken to in any human way."

"And what do you think of it? This lifestyle? These expectations?"

"I understand it now." I looked into his eyes.

"And what are your thoughts of being used as you were this afternoon? That was more men than I've shared you with until this point."

"I ... liked it? I ... it felt so erotic and true to me."

"True how?"

"All of this training, all of these experiences I've had ... Today it all clicked into place for me. I wanted to be used, I felt proud to offer my body to your colleagues, proud to please them and in turn, please you."

"It does please me, Page. You have a desire to please me that is so strong that you've given up ownership of your own body. That's a gift I'm grateful for, my pet. Fear of punishment will only give you a desire to behave, to follow the rules. When those rules are followed, there are no punishments, no anger. Life runs like clockwork."

He stroked my cheek and kissed me deeply, pulling me against him. "Your body is mine to use as I choose, to share with whomever I choose. It was made to please, Page. And you have learned to please men so well . . . to cater to our egos and let us enjoy your body as it's meant to be enjoyed. Not many women can accomplish this."

He moved to the bed and sat down, patting the space beside him. I sat down next to him and looked at him. He was so handsome, so controlled, and so masculine.

"I'm so proud to call you mine, Page." He kissed me again and fondled my nipple, "The worst is over. Today is how life will be from here on out. Smooth, seamless understanding of everyone's place in the lifestyle. Now that you understand; you've given yourself over to it ... I do hope you'll stay with me."

"Of course." I looked into his eyes and smiled.

"Now comes the easy part." He smiled, "Falling in love."

He laid me back on the bed and began kissing my neck, nibbling at the muscles until my whole body was seized with chills. "Now that you know what your days will be like in this new life with me, let me show you what your nights will be like..."