Bought and Trained (3 page)

“Exactly,” Leo said. “How does it make a modern girl like that feel to have panties
on top of her head?”

“Ashamed,” Rose replied, in the same whisper.

“Embarrassed,” Leo said, “degraded, humiliated, debased, and abased. You’re a clever
girl, Rose,” he continued. “Can you connect the dots? Why does it make you feel ashamed
to be wearing your panties on your head?”

“I don’t know,” Rose said, a sullen note now entering the tone of her voice.

“Oh, I think you do,” Leo said. He put down the plate with the sandwich on it, and
picked up the
Penthouse Forum
magazine from the couch. He leafed through it. “Look at this, Rose,” he said. “I
bet you read this one a lot.” He held up in front of her eyes a story entitled ‘Backdoor
Pleasures.’

“The magazine just fell open to this place,” he said. “I wonder why that is? What
is this one about, Rose?”

Rose made a tiny shake of her head, clearly trying not to let the panties fall off.

Still holding the magazine up in front of her in his left hand, Leo gave her another
spank with his right. Her head jerked, and the panties once again fell to the floor.
Leo gave her three spanks for that, and then returned the panties to their position.

“Oh, please…” Rose said.

“Please, what?” Leo said.

“Please, Master?” she asked.

Leo chuckled. This was going very well. “Please, Master, what?”

“Please don’t spank me.”

Leo spanked her. Rose cried out.

“We’ll continue our discussion of your reading material in a moment, Rose,” Leo said.
“But now I think we had better inspect the state of your pussy.”

“Oh, Master, please, no… I…”

“Do you want to confess something, Rose?” Leo asked.

“I’m wet,” she whispered.

Leo put his right hand on her bottom, and began to caress it, and Rose sighed and
moaned. Leo worked his fingers down further and began to caress her along the pussy
lips that would not have their cute blond hair for very much longer. Rose cried out
in her forced pleasure.

“What is this little essay about, Rose?” Leo asked again.

“Oh, please, don’t make me, Master,” Rose said.

“Do you want a spanking, or a wanking?” Leo asked, and gave her three hard spanks.

Rose yelped at each one, and said, very quietly, “A wanking, Master.”

“Then tell me about this lovely article, Rose,” Leo said. “What is it about?”

“Anal,” Rose whispered.

“Anal what?”

“Anal sex.”

“Oh, really?” Leo said, as if surprised. He turned the magazine back so that he could
read it, and read out loud, “The first time my boyfriend had my sweet ass, I was so
ashamed I thought I would die.” He turned back to Rose. “If I had to guess, Rose,
I would say that you probably had that first sentence memorized. Let’s have a little
game. If you can recite that sentence for me, I will give you a little reward. Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Rose said, her voice fearful of what Leo might mean by a reward.

“Alright, go ahead, Rose,” Leo said, beginning to fondle her cunt again.

“The first time, oh my God, the first time… my… oh, Master… my boyfriend had my… sweet
ass…”

“You’re not doing very well at getting to the end of the sentence, are you, Rose?”
Leo asked as he pumped three fingers in and out of her pussy. “It seems like this
could take a while.”

“Oh my God,” Rose groaned, “the first time my boyfriend had my…”

Suddenly Leo withdrew his hand. “Why do you think she was ashamed?” he asked. “I mean
the narrator of the essay.”

“Oh, please, Master… Don’t stop.”

“This is part of the game, Rose,” he said. “To keep going, you’re going to have to
answer my questions.”

He patted her little pussy very lightly, and gave it the tiniest of wanks. “So,” he
continued, “why do you think it made the narrator ashamed for her boyfriend to have
her sweet ass?”

Rose gave a whimper of frustration, and said, “Because it’s dirty!”

“Really?” Leo asked. With his middle finger he worked between her lovely bottom cheeks,
and brought the tip of his finger up against her cringing anus. Rose gave a little
cry of astonishment and humiliation.

“I suppose I can see why people think that fucking an ass is a dirty sort of thing,”
Leo said, casually. “I mean, it’s all about what comes out of there, I suppose. At
the same time though, when we’re talking about a backside as lovely as yours, Rose,
you would think that after a girl has played with herself to a story like this one
as many times as you must have, she would stop feeling quite as ashamed. But that’s
the wonderful thing about shame, isn’t it, Rose? It never really goes away, does it?
I mean, a girl who has
Penthouse Forum
and
Schoolgirl Tales
and a cute little vibrator in her dresser drawer—you wouldn’t think she would think
twice about having panties on her head.”

Casually, he returned his hand to her pussy, and began to stroke and rub it again,
and Rose whimpered in response.

“But I know that when I tell you that the time will come when you will go out in public,
with your new master, and he will tell you to take your panties off, and give them
to him, and he might very well then put them on top of your head—I know that when
I tell you that…”

Rose’s hips were bucking against his hands now as he brought her closer and closer,
and she was moaning uncontrollably.

“Well, let’s just say that I know it has its effect on you, Rose,” Leo said. He withdrew
his hand again, and Rose screamed with frustration this time.

“Alright,” Leo said, “let’s have another try at that sentence.”

Rose gave a little sob, and said, “The first time my boyfriend had my sweet ass, I
was so ashamed I thought I would die.”

Leo returned his fingers to her pussy, and began to move them very quickly. “Let me
tell you a secret, Rose,” he whispered in her ear. “Your master has reserved your
anus for himself. We’re going to be getting you ready there, to be sure, but it will
be your master who fucks you in your bottom for the very first time.”

Rose sobbed in shame and pleasure. “When?” she grunted, sounding like an animal in
heat.

“Oh,” Leo said, “I’m estimating a month from now.” He put the magazine down, so he
could bring his left hand atop her bottom, and touch her anus with his middle finger,
as with his right he brought her over the edge. She came, with a sob of submissive
pleasure that told him everything he needed to know about the state of her erotic
imagination.

Rose was developing right on schedule. These first forty-eight hours were crucial,
but the Institute’s philosophy was that they should serve as a kind of mini-course
in submission. Nothing was to be too severe or discussed in too much depth, but the
girl’s fantasies were to be brought before her and she was to be made to feel that
her trainers, and then later her owner, would know how to take her in hand entirely.
Rose was new, but she had to be made to feel that she was just as completely owned
as a concubine who had been in her owner’s possession for a year or more.

As Rose’s muscles relaxed after her orgasm, Leo patted her bottom gently. “You did
very well, sweetheart,” he said. “Did you like your reward?”

“Yes, Master,” Rose said weakly.

“That’s the kind of thing that will happen when you’re a good girl,” Leo said. “It
will happen here, and it will happen at the Institute, and then it will happen with
your owner. Do you think you’re ready to be a good girl, now, and come have some water?”

“Yes, Master,” Rose said.

“Very well,” Leo replied.

He untied her wrists and ankles from the chair, and helped her to her feet. She looked
up into his eyes, clearly unsure of what she was supposed to say to him, or whether
she was supposed to say anything at all. Leo knew that a part of her mind was now
racing to catch up with events. That was the part that could be expected to attempt
to find some way to escape. One of his most important tasks was to make sure that
voice of flight never got so loud inside her mind that she did something foolish that
might hurt her, to try to get away from him. Leo’s job was to walk the line between
her consent and her pleasure, to let her feel for the very first time how much her
wanton nature yearned to be made the instrument of a master’s lust.

“In general, Rose,” Leo said, kindly, “you are not to speak unless you are addressed
directly. The exception to that rule is expressions of gratitude. You may thank me
for untying you.”

“Thank you, Master,” Rose whispered.

He took her hand, led her to the sink in the kitchen, and filled a glass of water
from the tap. He was fairly sure of what would happen next, so when he handed the
glass to Rose, he didn’t take his eyes off her. That was when he realized she was
crafty, as she waited until he pretended to look away, with the full intention of
looking back instantly, to do what he had been expecting: she threw the glass at him.
Sometimes it was the glass, sometimes it was just the water, but the ones who threw
the glass were his favorites. Most of the time, like now, he was actually able to
catch the glass, as the girl went running past to try to open the door. Leo put the
glass down, and took the three steps necessary to grab Rose, who was screaming bloody
murder. She only screamed for the tiniest of moments, though, before Leo’s right hand
was once again across her mouth.

“Think, Rose,” he murmured into her ear. “Do you really want to be gagged again?”

Rose sobbed, and shook her head.

“Will you be quiet, then, sweetheart?”

She nodded, and he removed his hand from her mouth.

He put his arm around her shoulders, as if in a friendly way, and led her, hesitating
only a little bit in the knowledge of her necessity, back to the living room. “I’m
going to show you what you just earned, Rose,” Leo said. “You’re going to be frightened,
and that’s exactly the way I want it. Look at my bag, Rose. Do you see the outside
pocket with the zipper?”

“Yes,” Rose said, in a mousy kind of whisper.

“I want you to go over to the bag, and open up that pocket and take out what’s inside.”

Rose shook her head violently.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Leo said, “I know how hard it is. But I promise you that if you
don’t do as you’re told, you have much, much worse coming.”

With a little sob, Rose took the two steps to the bag and knelt on the floor. Leo
watched her unzip the pocket that had the anal punisher in it. He pulled his phone
from a pocket in his shirt, flipped the camera on, trained it at Rose, and started
the video. This was the kind of thing that an owner would always be grateful for,
as well as being a staple of training.

As if on cue, when Rose reached her hand into the pocket, she gasped, and pulled her
hand out again as if she had been stung by a scorpion. Her cheeks flushed crimson.

“What is it?” she asked, turning to him, with a pleading look in her eyes.

She saw that he was taking a video, and she said, “Oh… no… please…”

“Your owner is going to enjoy this video very much, Rose,” Leo said. “If you haven’t
already figured it out, it’s your owner’s pleasure that I’m concerned with.”

“What is the thing in the pocket, Master?” she asked again, pleading with him to end
the mystery that was causing her fear.

“Take it out, Rose, and look at it, and I’ll tell you.”

She pulled it out. It was made of black rubber. It was long, and bulbous, and very
thick.

She gasped again when she saw it.

“I think you know what it is, Rose,” Leo said. “Tell me, where do you think I’m going
to put that in a few minutes?”

“Oh, no…” she cried.

“Never had anything like that up your butt, Rose?” he asked casually. “Ever put your
little pink vibrator up there?”

Her blush, which had faded slightly, returned even redder.

“Tell the truth now, Rose,” he chided. “I know you’ve been lonely for the last few
months, since your divorce. Lonely girls get up to all sorts of tricks with their
vibrators, don’t they? And yours is so nice and slim, it must go right up there easy
as cake. My anal punisher isn’t going to be that easy.” Leo looked into her eyes for
a long moment, then said, with authority, “You have an important choice, Rose. You
can tell me about how you put your little pink vibrator up your butt, or I can spank
you until you do. And I’m sure you can see that having me spanking you on top of your
cane marks yet again isn’t something that would feel very nice. Can you be a good
girl for me, and confess that you like to have a vibrator in your little asshole?”

Rose gave a little puppy cry of frustration, and blurted out, “Yes, OK, I do. I put
my little pink vibrator up my butt!”

“How many times, Rose?” Leo asked. “How often do you shame yourself that way?”

Rose shook her head at the relentless progress of the humiliation.

“Oh, come now, sweetheart,” Leo said. “This should be a lot easier than the last question,
shouldn’t it? I mean, when a girl admits that she puts her cute little vibrator up
her butt, doesn’t it stop mattering how often she does it?”

Rose closed her eyes, and just kept shaking her head. Leo could see that there were
tears leaking out from under her eyelids.

“That’s the trouble, isn’t it, Rose?” he continued conversationally. “It still matters,
because you always have your shame. It’s quite clear that you’re a little ass girl,
but when you were small, your parents told you that you had to be modest, and demure,
and that lesson never, ever goes away, does it? Unfortunately for you, I know it,
and your training master at the Institute knows it, and the man who has bought you
knows it too. Frankly, that’s why you’re so very valuable. I’m not sure you even have
the slightest idea what it does to a man like me to see a girl like you blush. One
thing I can promise you, though, is that by the time you leave the Institute with
your new owner, you will understand a great deal more about that.”