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 This is a story I've been working on. It's incomplete. And this is a VERY rough draft. It needs a ton of editing. I'm just having fun messing around writing it.

Chapter 1: Now (Slave)

“You are my slave, and you have no choice but to submit!” The Master’s voice echoed cruelly around Ava, reverberating off the bare, dank walls of the basement. She winced at the sound of his whip whistling through the air, cracking just short of her left shoulder.  The sound was loud and, despite herself, Ava tried to move away, straining against the short chain attached to the wall behind her. The collar around her neck brought her up sharply: With less than a foot of chain between the collar and the wall, her movement was restricted to a very small area.

The collar…Ava thought back. Was it only six weeks ago that she had allowed the Trainer to place it on her? It seemed an eternity, a lifetime. She was no longer the same person who had walked through the doors of the mansion and willingly given herself over for training. She almost smiled at the memory of her own innocence, but caught herself quickly: the Master did not appreciate unsolicited humor, as she had learned the hard way.

She focused her attention back on him now, careful not to look him in the eye until given permission –another hard earned lesson. She lowered her head submissively and waited, trying to anticipate his movements. Was he still angry, she wondered fearfully? What would today’s training session entail? She wished she could scan his face for some clue as to what awaited her, but maintained her docile posture with her eyes on the floor as he reached his powerful arms around her to unlock the padlock that secured her collar to the wall chain.

She bit her lower lip to prevent it from trembling and allowed the Master to pull the collar around so that the metal ring faced the front. With practiced ease, he clipped a leash to the ring and gave it a sudden jerk to be certain it was secure. Ava winced as the collar cut into the back of her neck, but didn’t make a sound. The Master had commanded her to be silent last night and until he gave her permission, she knew she mustn’t speak or make any noise, no matter what.

“Once an order is given, the slave must obey it until the Master specifically commands otherwise.” The rule came unbidden to her mind and she frowned inwardly, trying not to let it show on her face. So many rules: that had been one of her first lessons- to learn all of the rules. And yet there always seemed to be more to learn. Always rules she was breaking without even knowing about them until it was too late.

Except for the one rule, of course, she thought regretfully. The one she had willfully, defiantly broken. The one that had earned her almost a full week of punishment already.

A sudden tug on the collar brought her back to the present. “What’s the matter, slave, not enough sleep?” The Master smirked at her. Okay, she didn’t dare look up at his face, but she could hear the smile in his tone as he enjoyed her discomfiture. Of course there had been no sleep at all – being chained to a wall with no way to lie down or even sit for the entire night had left her exhausted and he knew it. He chuckled softly as she struggled to keep her breathing calm. Her temper had gotten her into so much trouble already.

“Follow!” The Master’s tone suddenly turned impatient as he turned on his heel, heading toward the basement exit, and she hurried to obey. She knew that hesitation to follow any order given in that tone would earn her an immediate crack of the whip or worse. He headed for the steep stairs and took them two at a time, pulling Ava along by the leash as she tried to keep up. Climbing the flight was difficult with her hands still restrained behind her back and the constant tug on the collar keeping her off balance. He was doing it on purpose, she knew. He enjoyed making things difficult for her and then watching her fight to overcome her temper and remain docile.

At the top of the steps, Ava blinked in the sudden light, after the darkness of the basement, grateful for the pause in the Master’s movement. He seemed to be considering where to lead her. “Hmmmmm,” he mused, turning to face her, “I wonder what would be fun today?” he counted off options on one hand: “Maybe I’ll tie you to the rack and clamp your nipples and your pussy until you beg for mercy, or perhaps some water sports to see how long you can hold your breath. No? let’s see, how about I tease you until you can barely even walk and then have you run up and down the stairs a few hundred times, begging me to finish you off on ever step?” Ava winced visibly this time, dammit he was still angry with her. “What’s the matter, little slave, “ he said, his sharp eyes missing nothing. “Don’t’ like any of my ideas? I know! Let’s try something different today. It’s time for some outdoor sports!”

Outdoor? Ava wondered perplexed. Since arriving at the mansion, she had barely been permitted outside, except to be lead from one building to another and then she had often been blindfolded –a measure designed to disorient the slaves, preventing them from anticipating where they were going, or knowing whether it was even day or nighttime outside. She only had a hazy recollection of the way the grounds had looked on her first day of arrival, a little over six weeks now.

  

Chapter 2: Then: (Max)

It had been mid September, when she first arrived at the ornate wrought iron gates that guarded the large property and pressed the buzzer with a trembling hand. The Indian summer weather, along with her nerves, had made her perspire, she remembered, and a single bead of sweat had trickled down between her breasts as the camera swiveled to take her in and then the gates silently opened before her.

The letter of acceptance she had received –printed on expensive stationary- had said to come by taxi and bring nothing with her. Not even a purse. And so, she had found herself empty handed, making the surreal walk down the winding gravel road that led to the mansion. It had taken her nearly 20 minutes – her original research had informed her that the property encompassed almost 40 acres and six buildings including the mansion, stables, an indoor pool, a tennis court, a secondary cottage, and a gymnasium. Well, that’s what the website had said anyway. Little had the writer known that the stables actually contained no horses, but served as slave quarters, and that the “gymnasium” was in fact an elaborate dungeon with equipment designed to test and train any slave with a mixture of humiliation, stress, pleasure and pain.

What was I thinking, she wondered to herself for the millionth time since her arrival. What had possessed her to volunteer to become a slave in training for a period of four full months? But she knew the answer. It was Max. Maxwell Benedict. She was doing this for him. Her heart gave a painful little squeeze as she remembered how she had felt the first time he commanded her to get on her knees and bend over. Nobody had ever spoken to her in that tone before and she had stared at him, wondering if he was drunk. But her musings had been terminated by him spinning her around and tossing her to the ground, pulling her hips up and toward him even as his long fingers reached inside her without permission. She had tried to resist at first, but had had grabbed a fistful of her hair and the next thing she knew, she had been experiencing more pleasure than she had ever dreamed was possible.

That was how it had started, and the next few months were whirlwind as she learned that the devilishly handsome, always self-assure, high powered lawyer  named Maxwell Benedict whom she had thought she was casually dating, was also a Master in the world of Dominants and submissives and he fully expected her to please him in every way as a good submissive should. At first, she had resisted. She had even “broken up” with him and spent a completely miserable few weeks alone, waiting for him to call. But he never did. And in the end, it was she who called him. She who begged him to take her back. She still remembered the whipping he had given her on their reunion night: She had been sore for a week afterwards.

She kept telling herself that she was insane: That any self respecting woman would just end the relationship and move on. Except for one thing: She was madly in love with Max. Head over heels, there’s no tomorrow without Max in my life kind of love. And more than anything she had ever wanted in her entire life, she wanted to please him. She yearned to do things that would bring that sweet smile to his lips. She lay awake at night thinking of how to earn his quick praise: “Good girl, Ava!”

She tried so hard to do the things he asked of her, and some secret part of her delighted in it. But she had always had a temper and she found herself quickly rebelling when pushed to explore her limits, and frequently earned herself punishment for her defiance. She hated to see Max look at her with disappointment, shaking his head in frustration at her stubbornness, but she just didn’t seem to be able to help herself. And that’s why, when he brought up the idea of the slave training, she hadn’t immediately rejected it.

The idea was at once ludicrous, exciting and terrifying: A property nestled in the  western Appalachian range of mountains in North Carolina, dedicated exclusively to the training of submissives. And the barriers to being accepted monumental: Maxwell’s large bank account had come in handy as the tuition was enormous, more than Ava had made in six months at her job as a secretary. There were endless forms to fill out, multiple interviews of them both separately and together, medical examinations, psychological tests, and more. And of course, the fact that, officially, the property didn’t exist. But eight months after they had begun the application process, the letter had finally arrived.

It had simply informed her that she had been accepted as a submissive in training at the property know as The Mansion and that she should present herself at the front gate on the sixteenth of September with no luggage or possessions beyond her identification. She was to remove all jewelry prior to arriving and wear clothes that she didn’t care about.

Ava had been terrified when she had received the letter and had thought about tearing it up at first, but then, she thought of Max and how much she wanted to please him and she had obediently brought him the letter instead. His reaction had been worth it: He had spent the entire night playing with her until she was an exhausted ball on the bed, worn out by peaks of pleasure and pain that had lasted until dawn. When he put her on the plane, Max had held her possessively close and whispered in her ear: “You are mine, Ava. You belong to me. Go learn to obey me so you can please me the way a slave should.” And she had smiled up at him and promised to become a good little submissive, to do anything he wanted her to.

So what had gone so wrong? Her temper again. Always her temper. It seemed at times to be simply beyond her control: She would see red, and next thing she knew, she was doing or saying something she knew she shouldn’t. And it had always gotten her in trouble. But nothing like the trouble she was in now.

Chapter 3: Now: (Harness)

“So, little slave, how would you like to have some outdoor fun?” The Master’s voice taunted Ava out of her memories. It was difficult for her to focus, exhausted as she was. “Let’s go!” he commanded and snapped the leash, forcing her forward. Ava turned resigned to whatever fresh torture awaited her today and followed in his footsteps like the obedient slave she was supposed to be. He quickly led her down the hallway and past the gigantic marble staircase that led to the upper floors. As they passed several rooms, Ava slid her gaze left and right, while keeping her head carefully lowered, and caught glimpses of submissives and Trainers engaged in various training activities. The entire facility was designed for that purpose. Upon arrival, each slave was assigned to a training Master who spent every waking moment with them until their “graduation” from the program. In writing, the encrypted website had made it sound glamorous –so much personal attention- but in practice, it meant relentless training without a break, as Ava now knew firsthand.

When they arrived at the door, the Master let out a loud chuckle before opening it wide and Ava at once realized why: The Indian summer that had made her perspire upon her arrival was now gone and the chill of the early November breeze immediately made her nipples harden. Like all slaves on the property, Ava was naked except for her collar. It left the slave vulnerable and exposed at all times to anything the Master might wish to do, including expose her to the elements, she now realized bitterly as he pulled her forward down the steps leading to the courtyard and she shivered as goosebumps broke out on her bare flesh and the breeze made her long brown hair whip around her.

As always, the gravel cut into her naked feet as he strode, pulling her away from the mansion, toward some unknown destination, but she knew better than to complain. She was grateful she hadn’t been blindfolded for once and she took the opportunity to surreptitiously gaze around: to her right, slightly up on a hill, stood the stables that housed the slave quarters, and to her left was the large building which had originally been a gymnasium but had been remodeled into a series of individual dungeons designed for slave training.

“Stop daydreaming little slave, we have work to do!” The Master’s voice intruded on her thoughts and she obediently picked up her pace, wincing slightly as a shard of gravel hit a tender spot on the arch of one of her feet. She tried to tread lightly and followed him gratefully away from the courtyard and onto the grass of the lush lawn. Where could he be taking her, she wondered desperately. Was he really going to keep her outdoors in this cold? As if reading her thoughts, the Master turned suddenly and said: “Don’t worry, I’ll soon warm you up, my dear!” Once more his chuckle pierced the air and she tried to swallow in a suddenly dry throat. What did that mean? She knew how he delighted in watching her struggle through the most difficult and humiliating tasks. And he was still angry with her, she could tell. God only knew what more he had reserved for her today.

It wasn’t just the act of her disobedience that had so enraged him, she knew. It was the embarrassment she had caused him in front of the other slaves and Trainers. She had wounded his pride and he had made it his personal mission ever since to ensure that she would never, ever do it again.

It was a strange sensation walking across the lawn completely naked but for the collar at her neck and with her hands bound behind her back. Ava felt surreal for a moment – a feeling she had had many times since arriving at the mansion. Where could he be taking her? They seemed to be heading for some contraption parked on the law but she couldn’t quite make out what it was and she didn’t dare lift her head to openly stare at it. Instead, she snuck glances at it from under her eyelashes as they approached.

When they arrived at the object, the Master stopped and Ava’s surreptitious inspection told her it was some kind of cart, like the type a horse pulls at a horse and buggy race, she thought. It appeared to be lightweight and had just enough room for one rider. What now, she wondered, confused. As far as she knew, the property didn’t house any horses: the stables were reserved for the slaves instead of equines. So who is going to pull the cart, she wondered, and then flushed as sudden realization dawned. No. Surely he wasn’t going to strap her to the cart!

“Come here, little slave,” a sharp tug on the collar forced her forward until she was only a few inches from the Trainer. “You are going to be a good little girl today and give me a nice ride all around, but I’m going to make it a little more difficult and exciting for you first.” Ava gulped. She didn’t like that mocking tone of voice: it always preceded something particularly unpleasant.

“Spread!” the command was sharp and, despite herself, Ava obeyed automatically, spreading her legs wide apart. The cold air made her clit tingle and she yearned to hunker down to warm herself, but she knew better than to move an inch. She remained standing, her legs wide, her arms helpless behind her, with her head demurely lowered as she waited anxiously to find out what he would do to her.

“Look at me, slave!” Ava obeyed, lifting her head to gaze at the Master’s face. His grin told her he was enjoying the way her nipples were contracted to hard points and the flesh on her abdomen was trembling slightly both from the cold and from sheer nerves. “What’s the matter, slave,” he taunted her, “Are you an indoors kind of girl? That’s too bad isn’t it?” His grin widened as her cheeks reddened. With her watching his every movement, the Master reached into the back of the buggy and slowly removed a bag she hadn’t noticed before.

“Now what could this contain?” he mused, teasing her, knowing every passing moment was causing her to become increasingly agitated. Reaching in, he pulled out a sort of harness with a very large dildo attached to it by the base. What in the world, Ava thought, looking at the unfamiliar device with sudden alarm. What did that do? “First,” the Master said, clearly enjoying every minute, “we need some lubrication. Open your mouth!” Ava gulped. She hated having things put in her mouth and it had been the cause of her rebellion, and all of the trouble she had been in since then. And the Master had taken no end of pleasure in making it a special point of her training ever since.

Her every instinct told her to keep her mouth clamped securely shut, but she closed her eyes and forced herself to unclench her jaw, creating a small opening. “Wider!” the Master commanded. Ava struggled with herself and forced her lips open another quarter inch. “I said wider!” his tone was sharp and she felt the sudden sting of the whip on her bare buttocks. She swallowed the last of her pride and opened her jaw as wide as she could, knowing that he would beat her mercilessly until she complied.

“Good girl,” the Master crooned, enjoying every minute of her humiliation, and then inserted the dildo into her waiting mouth. “Lick it,” he commanded and she obediently tried to comply, although the width of it made it difficult to move her tongue much. “That’s enough”, the Master decided after swirling it around her mouth for a few more moments, and he removed it slowly. “Now, let’s get this inserted where it belongs, shall we?” Ava blushed. She couldn’t help it. Even after six weeks of training, having someone insert something inside her like that still made her squirm inside.

The Master grinned at her, and bent down, reaching between her thighs. His fingers quickly found what they were looking for, and she felt herself spread even wider and then she gasped suddenly as he inserted the head of the dildo into her opening. God it was wide, she could feel it push into her and she struggled to maintain her position as the Master slowly pushed it deeper and deeper inside, watching her face and enjoying her struggle to remain spread as he had told her. “There, that should do it,” he said in satisfaction just when Ava thought she couldn’t take another inch.

He then deftly attached the harness that was connected to the dildo: it ran up her belly in the front, crossing between her breasts and then with one strap coming over each shoulder. In back, the harness narrowed to a single leather thong that the Master pulled tight between her cheeks and ran up along her spine until it forked to meet the two shoulder straps. He pulled the buckles on each one tight, securing the dildo in place, and making it impossible for Ava to escape it. “How does that feel, my little slave pony?” he asked her, clearly pleased with his handiwork. “Now straighten up for me!” his laughter cut the air, and Ava knew immediately that something was about to happen.

Sure enough, as soon as she tried to regain a normal position, two things occurred at once: She immediately realized that the dildo’s sheer width would make it difficult for her to stand with her legs close together, let alone walk, and she also felt the immediate strain on her clit and cleft as the leather thongs bit into her as she straightened, making her want to hunch over. How in the world was she supposed to move, let alone pull a cart like this, she wondered desperately.

“Stand straight, pony girl,” the Master commanded, we haven’t even begun to play yet!” And he reached into the bag again and brought out a small object which he held in his hand. Ava couldn’t make out what it was but it soon became apparent when, to her horror, he casually pressed a button on what she immediately realized was a small remote control, and the dildo inside her buzzed to life. She gasped in shock and took an involuntary step backwards, but he had been prepared for that, and immediately yanked her forward by the collar, the leash wound around his left hand. “What’s the matter, don’t you like my harness?” He taunted her. “That’s just the first setting too! There are ten!” He grinned wickedly as the blood rushed to Ava’s face. TEN? She thought to herself. Setting one was already making her start to drip inside. She could feel the juice wanting to run out of her. She groaned aloud at the thought.

“Did I give you permission to speak or make any sound?” The Master’s voice was sharp as he grabbed her by the collar. Ava shook her head frantically. Dammit she hadn’t meant to, she had just been so startled by the buzzing she had forgotten herself for a moment. “When I command you to be silent, you will remain so!” the Master snarled at her. “It does NOT please me when you are disobedient! Do you understand, slave?” Ava nodded her head as hard as she could, pleading with her eyes. The Master glowered at her, and pulled her upwards by her collar until she was standing on her tiptoes. The leather at her crotch bit mercilessly into her most tender areas and it took all of her self control not to whimper. “Do I make myself clear?” Ava nodded again, trying to apologize with her eyes. She was already in so much trouble. She did NOT want to piss him off!

The Master held her there for a moment longer, and then grinned and pulled her close, kissing her hard. Suddenly, the buzzing inside her jumped up several notches and she gasped as the sensations of pleasure and pain combined, making her head spin. “Good girl,” the Master said, releasing her, and pressed the remote control again, causing the vibrating to stop. “Now, it’s time for you to show me what an obedient little pony you are.”

  

Chapter 4: Now: (Pony Training)

The Master walked her over to the cart and quickly attached her to it by additional straps that connected to the harness she already wore. “Very nice”, he said, stepping back to observe her once he was done. “You will make an excellent little pony. All we need now is the bit and you will be perfect.” Ava almost groaned aloud again, but caught herself in time. Of course, she thought, there would be something in my mouth. The Master smiled, clearly enjoying himself, as he produced a head harness complete with a plastic bit and attached it to her. The bit prevented Ava from closing her mouth all of the way and she chomped at it fretfully –just like a real horse she thought, in frustration.

Once all of the straps to the head harness were in place the Master pulled experimentally at the reins, and Ava felt her head turned from left to right, out of her control. “Perfect!” he declared. I believe we are now ready to go! And he disappeared from her sight behind her. She heard him jump up into the buggy and then felt a sudden sharp sting and she realized that he had cracked his whip against her bare bottom and he meant for her to move forward.

For a moment, Ava struggled, and thought she wouldn’t be able to move the buggy at all. But it was lightweight and the wheels must have been well oiled for, as she leaned forward and pulled against the harness, it began to move behind her: slowly at first and then smoothly. “Good pony!’ The Master’s voice came behind her. “Isn’t this fun?”

Fun? No, Ava thought, not exactly fun for her. The dildo within her made it hard for her to walk properly and every step caused the built in ridges to stimulate her, while the leather continued to mercilessly cut into her soft cleft. Every step was a torment of pleasure and pain. She longed to reach down and pull it away, loosen it, but her hands were bound securely and she was helpless to do anything but obediently pull the cart along with the Trainer behind her.

“Very good,” the Master sounded extremely pleased with himself, “Now let’s make things more interesting. I think it’s time for you to trot! I want you to lift your legs up nice and high with each step and move faster!” Ava struggled to obey, but lifting her legs higher was difficult with the dildo inside and caused even more friction with each step. “Higher, pony! Higher!” The whip caught her square across the back this time: Two quick lashes and Ava hastened to follow the Master’s directions. “Excellent my little pony,” he called out when satisfied and next thing she knew the dildo was vibrating inside her again. She gasped and faltered for a second, but another lash, this time against the tender back of her thighs immediately reminded her to lift her legs high as commanded.

“Isn’t this nice?” the Master’s voice taunted her as Ava struggled to lift each leg high as she pulled the cart over the vast expanse of grass. The buzzing inside her and the friction of the leather against her clit with each step was making it increasingly difficult for her to focus. “See, I knew you’d enjoy outdoor sports,” he laughed. “Faster little pony!” and the whip lashed out again against her rear, causing her to push forward even faster. “Don’t forget to lift those legs!” the Master taunted, cracking the whip in warning, and then laughed even harder.

Ava didn’t know how long the training session lasted, but by the time the Master had finally commanded her to halt, she was breathing heavily and covered in perspiration. She was no longer aware of the cool breeze, or even her aching legs: All she could think of was wanting to get the harness off and the dildo out of her. She hadn’t cum yet, but her insides ached with desire and she could feel her own juices running down the inside of her thighs. After six weeks, her Trainer knew her well enough to keep the vibration just high enough to torture her without permitting her release and she knew he was enjoying her increasingly desperate need to cum.

“That was very good, Ava,” he told her, as he detached the head harness, freeing her from the bit at last. “Master Max may be pleased with you after all.” Ava brightened at once. Any mention of Max always had that effect on her. Probably the worst part of having been so disobedient was her imagining his disappointment. God, how she wanted to please him. She imagined pulling Max in the cart behind her, the whip in his hands, and she couldn’t repress a smile at the thought. The Trainer nodded in approval. “Good girls are obedient and please their Masters.” Ava nodded and lowered her head submissively as she had been taught was the proper way for a slave to behave when a Master was present. The Trainer patted her gently. Maybe he isn’t still so very angry after all, she thought in relief. Maybe I can redeem myself.

“Now, time for you to get some rest, pony girl,” the Master grinned. And he reattached the leash to her collar, leading her toward the stables which housed all of the slaves. Each slave had their own “stall”, complete with restraints to prevent them from leaving it until a Master came to fetch them. At first, Ava had been horrified that she was expected to sleep on the floor like an animal, but as the weeks had progressed, she had slowly earned the privilege of a pillow and blankets and she had come to welcome the small space as her one refuge from the Trainers. Of course, in the last week, since her disobedience, she had lost all privileges and had spent most nights in misery as part of her punishment.

Now her heart leapt with joy at the sight of the beautiful old building and she allowed herself to hope that this meant she had done her penance. The Master led her inside, past the many empty stalls –at this hour of the day, most slaves were busy in training and they seemed to be the only two people here. “You have a few hours to rest,” the master told her, swinging the gate to her assigned stall open, and then tonight you will have to endure one final penance for your defiance before all of the assembled Trainers and slaves. If you perform well, your period of punishment will end. I suggest you take this time to think carefully about what it means to be a submissive and whether your Master would brook that type of behavior.” Ava blushed in shame and hung her head. She knew she shouldn’t have done it. She just hadn’t seemed to be able to help herself.

“But,” the Master continued, “I think I will leave the harness on you while you try to rest,” just as a reminder to you that you are not in control here. I am. I decide whether you get to eat or sleep or experience pleasure or pain. You are here to learn to submit and serve and disobedience will not be tolerated. Do I make myself clear?” Ava swallowed and nodded, her eyes still on the ground, swimming in tears now. She really did want to be good. She would try harder she told herself. She would behave.

The Master removed the leash and attached a chain that was embedded in the wall to her collar. Every stall had one, allowing the slave freedom of movement within the confines of the stall, but making it impossible for them to leave it. At least her pillow and blankets were back, Ava thought gratefully. At a signal from the Master, she sat crosslegged on a blanket, wincing slightly as the dildo penetrated her even more deeply. Once again, she wished her hands were free so she could move it away from her.

“Enjoy your rest,” the Master said, and Ava wondered why he sounded so gleeful. A second later her questions were removed as he reached into his pocket and she once again felt the throb of the vibration within her – not hard enough to make her cum, just enough to make it impossible for her to get any rest at all. His laughter echoed through the stables as he walked out, leaving her there to become progressively more and more frustrated by her inability to achieve any release as the hours went by.

Ava whimpered softly to herself and tried to curl up on one side to lessen the pressure of the harness on her clit and tried to ignore the steady throbbing inside her. Her mind strayed back to her first day at the mansion.

 Chapter 5: Then: (First Day)

The walk up the long gravel drive had been as if in a dream: The warm air and the exertion, coupled with nerves had her sweating by the time the mansion came into view. She caught her breath as she saw it, astonished by the sheer size of the large stone building. The website had explained that it was modeled after a sixteenth century building that existed somewhere in Spain.

All around her, it was eerily quiet, and she couldn’t see anyone – later she learned that this was part of the plan for the arrival of each new slave and the purpose was to make the submissive feel completely isolated from the world outside. She felt very alone and her heart thudded in her chest as her steps took her closer and closer to whatever fate awaited her inside.

As directed by the letter, she had walked until she had arrived at the massive front door: Oak studded with iron rivets and knocked timidly. Nothing had told her what to expect from this point on and she was both wildly exhilarated and completely terrified. After a few moments wait, the door had opened to reveal a tall and powerful looking man with graying hair. “Come in, Ava,” he had said, surveying her without expression, and she wondered how he knew her name. Her photograph she supposed –she had had to send in a number of them as a part of the application process. He ushered her into a study and wordlessly handed over a contract for her to sign. At least she had known to expect that much.

As she read it, her eyes strayed on certain paragraphs:

“I hereby agree to give up all personal rights and privileges for the duration of my stay at the mansion.”

“I give permission to the Trainers to use whatever techniques they deem necessary to complete my training including: the causing of intense pleasure or pain, restriction of food and water, denial of sleep, humiliation, mental and emotional stress, as long as these aforementioned techniques do not cause permanent physical or psychological damage to the slave.”

“I agree to non-disclosure of any and all activities I may either participate in or witness during my stay at the mansion. I certify that if I break the agreement, I am prosecutable by law for breach of the contract.”

Ava felt as if her head was spinning. Was she really doing this. Surely this was crazy! But she thought of Max –of his hand on her bare rear, of the way he looked at her when he was pleased and she signed the contract, handing it back to the man with shaking hands. She didn’t know his name, she realized. Later, she was to learn that all of the Trainers at the mansion were to be known to her only as “Master”, “Sir” or “Trainer”, but in these first few moments it felt odd. The man stood up, and left the room without another word, leaving her there, not knowing what to expect next. Ava shifted positions nervously in her chair, eyeing the door as she waited, trying not to panic completely now that she had committed herself.

In a few moments, she heard approaching footsteps and a man entered the room. He gazed at her, coolly appraising her, and she gazed back, wondering who he was. He was about a foot and a half taller than she was and powerfully built. She could see the muscles of his arms beneath the black T-shirt he wore. He had on black jeans to match and combat boots. His dark brown eyes seemed to take everything in and see through her as she sat there, unsure of what to do. His confident manner and frank appraisal made her skin tingle. Was he a Trainer?

“On your feet,” he commanded, his voice deep and seeming very loud in the otherwise completely silent room. Startled, Ava jumped to her feet and then just stood there, unsure of what to do. “I am your personal Trainer. You have been assigned to me, which means that I am your Master and you belong completely to me for the next four months of your life.” He smiled as he elaborated: “You will eat what and when I tell you to. You will sleep if and when I command it. You will suffer if it pleases me and when I wish it you will experience intense pleasure. You will learn to obey without question and serve me so that you may please your own Master when you have completed the program.”

Ava swallowed. She didn’t know what to say. She felt a blush of color rising to her cheeks in reaction to his words.

“Do you understand?” The Trainer queried.

“I –uh y-yes,” Ava stuttered, overwhelmed.

“Yes, Master!” The Trainer corrected her immediately, his voice sharp.

Eww, titles, Ava thought. She didn’t like titles. Her own Master liked to be addressed as “Sir” but she rarely used it because it felt so uncomfortable to her. She never managed to get it out without sounding like a rebellious teenager. “Yes…uh.…uh….Master,” she finally managed, but it sounded sarcastic even to her own ears.

The Trainer’s eyebrows went up and he suddenly crossed the room in three quick steps. Before Ava knew what was happening to her, he had her up against the wall, easily holding her there with one hand against her throat. “What was that again?”

“Y-yes Master!” Ava gasped, her voice shaking.

“That’s better,” he growled and released her. “Now, stand in the middle of the room, in the light, where I can see you,” he commanded. She hastened to follow his directions, worried about what he might do if she disobeyed.

When she stood where he pointed, he slowly circled around her, observing her from every side. Ava wanted to twist her neck to follow his progress but she didn’t dare. She wasn’t sure whether she was supposed to stare straight ahead like a soldier at boot camp or watch him.

When he returned to the front, the Trainer spoke again: “Slaves at the mansion do not have the privilege of wearing clothing,” he stated. “Part of your training is that every part of your body is to be fully available to your Master for his use and pleasure at all times.” To Ava’s distress, he then produced a pocketknife and flipped it open. Surely he wasn’t going to cut her clothes off her, she thought. But that was exactly what he proceeded to do: He gripped the bottom of the blouse she was wearing by the bottom and systematically cut his way up, removing one button at a time until her blouse hung open, revealing the lacy bra beneath it. With one deft movement, he pulled the blouse off her, and dropped it to the floor.

Ava blushed and looked down, embarrassed by his proximity and the sudden loss of a protective outer layer. But before she could even begin to compose herself, he was already at work on her pants. He used the knife to pop the button and the top and then unzipped them and let them drop to the floor, motioning her forward to step out of them, which she did. She now stood before him in only her underwear. For a fleeting moment, she hoped he would at least let her keep that, but that idea was quickly dispelled when he reached for first one bra strap then the other with one hand and deliberately cut through them with his knife. Then, using just the tip of the knife, he pulled the part right between her breasts away from her skin and ripped through it with a sudden sharp movement. Ava gasped as the remains of her bra fell to the floor, leaving her exposed.

The Trainer smiled and bent his head to survey her panties. He made short work of them with a single cut on each side where they lay against her hip and they fell to the floor, ruined. She now stood naked before him. Ava had never felt so exposed in her life: she felt like her face was on fire as he circled her once more, appraising her from all angles. “Very nice,” he pronounced as he completed his inspection. “I’m going to enjoy making welts on that nice white skin of yours,” he grinned wickedly and Ava gulped, her eyes wide.

“Now, let’s get down to business,” the Trainer continued. “As I mentioned, you are now my personal property for the next four months. This collar,” he picked up a box that Ava hadn’t paid attention to, sitting on the desk, and opened it to reveal a metal circle with a hinge at one end allowing it to be opened and shut and a lock on the other, with a metal ring protruding at the far end. “This collar signifies your surrendering yourself to me for training and will remain in place until you graduate and your true Master comes to claim you.” Ava looked at him out of huge eyes. She was having a hard time remaining attached to reality and everything seemed slightly out of focus.

The Trainer took the collar from the box and placed it around Ava’s neck, closing it with a metal click that echoed through the small room. When he let it go, it rested just at the base of Ava’s throat. “Very nice, it suits you,” he grinned. She blushed, and looked away, feeling the cold metal against her throat as she moved her head.

“Now the next thing you need to know,” the Trainer continued relentlessly, “is that slaves are not permitted to move around any part of the property on their own. They are always under the control of a Master. In addition, new slaves, always have their hands bound behind their backs for most activities as it increases the feelings of helplessness,” he grinned at this, “and forces slaves to be dependent on their Masters for everything, thereby giving up all illusions of control.”

He reached into the box again and produced a strange pair of leather cuffs. As he stepped behind her and reached for her wrists, pulling them back, Ava soon realized why the cuffs looked odd: instead of securing her wrists side by side as they would be in handcuffs, these secured one wrist crossed over the other instead, forcing her shoulders back. The Trainer fastened them one at a time, not so tight as to prevent circulation, but Ava knew it would be impossible for her to remove them on her own no matter how hard she tried.

He then walked back around her and surveyed his handiwork. He grinned when he saw her breasts protruding now that she was forced to stand with her shoulders back and her chest out. He reached for one and Ava instinctively tried to step back, but he was too quick for her: “Oh no you don’t!” he laughed as he easily caught her by her newly affixed collar and held her in place with one hand while cupping her breast with the other. Her nipple became hard beneath his touch and she looked away, embarrassed by the sudden response she felt deep inside her. He grinned and squeezed, pinching the nipple and then bent down and took it in his mouth. Ava tried again to pull away, but was held in place by her collar. The Trainer shifted position and took her other nipple in his mouth and she gasped involuntarily as he suckled there for a minute.

“Mmmm yes I do believe I’m going to enjoy you,” he grinned as he looked up at her red face. “All, of you,” he grinned wider, and to Ava’s horror, while he calmly continued to hold her steady with one hand gripping her collar, the other reached down between her legs. She tried to clamp them together in resistance, but the next thing she knew, she was dangling by the collar, gasping, as the Trainer had shifted position and was holding her by the back of it. He held her there for a second and then released her, switching back to holding her by the front. “It’s not a good idea to defy me,” he said, still perfectly calm.

Ava was panting, both from being choked and from the emotions running rampant through her. But when he once again put his hand down to her soft patch of hair, she obediently parted her thighs at his touch and allowed him to explore her cleft with his fingers. She gasped again as he teased her clit and then penetrated her with his index finger, exploring her depths. She realized she was trembling from head to toe, both with fear and with excitement. She had never felt so helpless or aroused in her life. He continued to hold her there while he completed his examination and she took it, helpless to stop him, gasping aloud when his fingers encountered a particularly sensitive spot.

When he pulled his fingers out at last, Ava was mortified to see that they were all wet. She turned crimson as he held them and smelled them, a deep smile breaking out across his face. “You are a wet girl, aren’t you!” he crowed in delight. “Oh I am going to have fun with you, my dear!”

When he finally released her collar, Ava nearly collapsed, and he had to steady her. She was trembling from head to foot with arousal and excitement and shame and fear. She had never felt this way before, with her head spinning, just trying to sort out all of the conflicting emotions she was going through.

 Chapter 6: Now: (Punishment)

By the time her Master came to fetch her in her stall, several hours later, Ava felt like she was going crazy: She had spent the afternoon trying one position after another, unsuccessfully trying to loosen the harness or alleviate the buzzing inside her, all to no avail. Just as the Master had planned, the low stimulation was just enough to keep her constantly aroused and aware of her increasingly swollen clit and vaginal area without actually allowing her to cum. The juice from inside her had continued to run, soiling her blanket and her inner thighs and with her hands bound behind her, she hadn’t been able to do anything about it. When he opened the gate to her stall, Ava was curled in shame in the corner, trying not to moan aloud. The Master took one look at her sitting in her own mess and grinned wickedly, enjoying her shame and frustration.

“What’s the matter, aren’t you enjoying my nice little harness?” he teased her. “You may speak now. Tell me what you think.”

“Yes, Master, I mean no Master,” Ava responded, trying not to whimper. Her voice was husky from not speaking for so many hours. The Trainer laughed. He clicked his tongue. “Tsk tsk, and you’re all a mess. Too bad you’ll have be seen by everyone like that. Very sad.” He grinned as Ava reddened in shame at the thought. She groaned aloud and his grin turned to laughter. “Well, it’s time to go, messy girl,” he chortled. “On your feet!”

Ava did her best to obey, struggling to her feet, trying to ignore the sticky mess between her thighs. The Master just grinned more as he detached her from the wall chain and clipped her leash on once more. To her horror, he then pulled her close and reached between her legs, feeling her wetness. She tried to slide away from him, but he grabbed her by the collar with his left hand, holding her firmly while he explored the edges of her swollen clit with his right. “Mmmmm, feels like you’ve had an interesting afternoon, slave, am I right?” he taunted her. “Y-yes Master,” she managed, mortified. He laughed again as he finally released her and then led her out of the stable.

Ava followed behind him, in misery, the dildo still vibrating deep within her, feeling the stickiness between her legs with every step. The movement also caused the leather to rub at her clit once more, making her juices run even more. She felt so helpless and so ashamed. And the thought of having so many people witnessing her shame was nearly intolerable. But she resolved to try to do whatever the Trainers demanded of her tonight. The most important thing was Max, she reminded herself. I want to be good for Max.

The Master led her across the courtyard, and behind the house toward the gymnasium, and Ava’s heart sank. The number and variety of devices designed to take a slave to their absolute limit and beyond that were housed in that building were enough to make any submissive tremble. Ava had already spent a lot of hours in there over the past few weeks in both intolerable pain and pleasure. If she could have, she would have slowed her steps to delay the moment of entry to the building, but as she was leashed, she had no choice but to follow obediently after the Master as he led her inside.

Once within, Ava blinked in surprise: she had always entered the building blindfolded before now and had had the impression that the entire building was divided into separate cells for training. But now, she realized that the space was large enough to accommodate both a full gymnasium as well as a separate area for individual cells. For the first time, the building seemed to actually live up to it’s name of “Gymnasium”.

Ava swallowed as she looked up and saw that, adding to the effect, was the long row of bleachers across one whole side of the edifice, full of Trainers and their submissives, all watching her. This was going to be even worse than she had imagined, she realized, as she felt the crowd’s eyes piercing her. Could they see her messy thighs, she wondered, as she tried to press her legs close together. But once again, the width of the dildo prevented it.

“Come, slave!” Her Master’s grin was huge now. He was greatly enjoying her discomfort and anxiety. Ava bowed her head and obeyed, following him to the center point of the gymnasium. “On your knees!” he snapped his fingers, and Ava immediately dropped to her knees before the crowd, knowing that this wasn’t the time to delay following through on a direct order from him.

“You have been disobedient,” her Master’s voice rung out loud enough for the entire crowd to hear. A rumble of disapproval went through the bleachers in response. “You have defied a direct order from a Trainer.” Another rumble, as Ava hung her head in shame. “You were sent here to learn that you are not in control. You have no say in what happens to you. You exist only to please your Master. Disobedience will not be condoned. Direct defiance will not be tolerated. You have already endured a week’s worth of punishment for your transgression, but tonight you will be thoroughly disciplined so that you learn never to question or attempt to disobey a direct order from a Master again. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master,” Ava’s voice was practically a whisper. “Louder, slave,” her Trainer commanded. “Yes, Master,” she managed louder, her voice trembling. “Now, I want you to recite the Six Core Rules for everyone here so that we can all be assured that you fully understand them.”

Ava took a deep breath as she prepared to recite, her mind straying back once more to her first day when she had been forced to learn each of the rules until she could say them in her sleep.

  

Chapter 7: Then: (First Training)

“A slave is silent, and obeys.”

Ava vividly remembered her very first training session where the Core Concepts had been taught to her. The Trainer had completed his inspection of her every and most private part and then calmly blindfolded her before leading her out of the study. As soon as she felt the fabric against her eyes, the full vulnerability of her position had struck her: There she was, completely naked, with her hands secured behind her and a collar at her throat, and now she couldn’t even see where she was going.

Ava experienced a moment of sheer panic as her new Master had pulled sharply on her leash, commanding her forward. Since she had only seen the entryway and one room, she had no way of anticipating where he might be leading her and the blank darkness combined with the vulnerability of her own bare flesh made her break out in goosebumps from head to toe. She faltered, instinctively pulling back against the leash, but was immediately punished with the sting of leather on her bare buttocks. She yelped and moved forward and heard the Trainer laugh.

“You can follow me obediently or I can see just how many welts I can make between here and the training room,” he had told her, his voice mocking. “What do you think, slave? Would you like to help me break in my new riding crop?”

“N-no Master!” Ava had responded, trembling at the thought. She didn’t know whether to expect another blow and her exposed skin seemed to be electrified. After that, she had stumbled after him obediently, guided only by the sound of his voice, and the relentless pull of the leash.

When the blindfold was finally removed, she had found herself in cement room,  approximately 8 feet square. It was dark, except for a single light that shone in her eyes, causing her to blink and look down. She could see the Trainer’s shadow moving across the floor as he circled around to stand in front of her.

“The first job at hand,” the Master had informed her, “is for use to get to know each other.” He grinned. “Or, more precisely, I am going to get to know exactly what causes you pleasure, what types of pain are most effective in correcting you, and you are going to learn the rules of being a slave at the mansion. You will not leave this room until I am finished with you, not even to eat, to go the bathroom, or to sleep, so I suggest you pay attention.”

Ava gulped and nodded, trying to focus her spinning thoughts to take in every word he was saying. “It usually takes approximately…” he paused as if thinking hard and then laughed softly, “I believe ten to twelve hours is typical. Ava gasped in shock, twelve hours??!

“But, what if-“ she began but got no further. A sudden movement from the Trainer and she yelped as the whip caught her across the delicate skin of her abdomen.

“Were you really going to interrupt me?” the Master growled, his eyebrows raised threateningly. Ava whimpered as a second lash hit her, this time just beneath her breasts. She shook her head quickly, her eyes wide.

“That’s better,” the Trainer told her. “And that brings us to the first rule, which you will learn. Repeat after me.”

“A slave is silent and obeys.”

Ava quickly repeated the phrase, her voice trembling. “That’s right,” the Trainer continued, “and now you have learned this rule, I expect you to follow it at all times. While at the mansion, you will only speak to respond to a direct question or when commanded to do so by a Master. Your thoughts and desires are of no consequence here, as you have no say in what happens to you, so you will keep them to yourself.”

”Now,” the Trainer smiled in anticipation, “It is time to get you into position so I can enjoy getting to know you.” Before Ava knew what was happening, he had moved behind her and quickly removed her leather cuffs. But she didn’t even get a chance to inspect her wrists before he was attaching each one to a new cuff attached to a chain that seemed to be attached high on the wall on either side of her.

The Trainer pulled each chain until her arms were spread wide apart and above her head. Ava shifted her weight from one foot to the other, testing the strength of the bindings, but quickly realized that even if she put her full weight against them, they weren’t going to budge. Well at least they were still pretty loose, she thought, her attention focused on her arms.

Then she suddenly realized that the Trainer was now behind her and she couldn’t turn to see what he was doing. She bit her lip nervously and a second later, gasped as she felt her legs kicked apart. The Trainer quickly fastened each ankle into a leather cuff attached to either end of a long wooden pole so that she had no choice but to keep her legs spread wide like her arms. The pressure on her wrists was stronger now and she realized that the reason he hadn’t made the bindings tight at first was to allow for the extra pull, having her legs spread apart would cause. She was now spread open, and unable to move in any direction.

“Mmmm that’s nice,” the Trainer smiled as he circled back around her to inspect her. Ava looked back at him, her heart beating hard as she thought about all the things this man could do to her over the next twelve hours. She blinked back tears and tried hard to think of Max. “First,” the Trainer’s voice snapped her back to attention, “I am going to see what kind of pain gives you pleasure, what type of pain makes you beg for mercy, and how high your tolerance is for each type.”

Ava’s throat went dry and she trembled, causing the chains to make a soft clanking noise as she pulled helplessly against them. “You may cry out as much as you like,” the Master continued relentlessly, “but you may not speak unless I ask you a direct question. When I do ask you something, I expect an immediate an honest response. Let me be clear on this: If you lie to me, I will know it. And if you try it, I will punish you accordingly. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Master!” Ava nodded for emphasis. She couldn’t imagine daring to lie to this man.

“Good girl,” the Master seemed pleased. “Now let the fun begin!”

 

Chapter 8: Then: (The Core Concepts)

The next many hours passed in a blur for Ava. She couldn’t tell how much time had elapsed and the Trainer kept alternating between sharp and dull pain, interspersed with pleasure so she was never able to relax into any one single sensation, dulled by repetition.

He had tried out a variety of whips and canes on her, creating a series of raised, red welts on both sides of her body. Ava learned, as the Trainer did, that she was able to tolerate a wide leather strap well, and even a horsetail whip, but that the sharp sting of a riding crop and a cane in particular made her moan. When he had aimed the cane at her bare nipples, Ava would have collapsed if not held up by the chains around her wrists. She had whimpered and cried with each new whack on her sensitive peaks.

The Master had clearly enjoyed her pain and watching her progressively cry out more and more loudly. To her shame, the pain was often accompanied by an increasing sense of arousal and she had soon dripped a puddle onto the floor beneath her spread legs.

“Good girl!” the Master had praised her when he saw the mess she was making. “You like having your nipples whipped, don’t you?”

“N-n…I mean yes, Master,” Ava had gasped in response, her face burning, her nipples on fire, but unable to deny the sensations deep within her that made her ache to be penetrated. The Trainer had continued until she had begged him to stop and had then made her beg for ice to soothe the pain. When he was satisfied by her groveling, he had inserted a cube into his own mouth and provided her with relief by suckling each of her nipples in turn, causing Ava to become even wetter.

And then, when the ice was gone, he had brought his cold hard mouth down on her parched lips and kissed her roughly, pulling her head back by the hair to cause her to open her mouth so that he could explore it with his icy tongue. She had gasped in response and tried to keep her mouth open submissively but something within her rebelled and she had suddenly clamped her teeth shut, barely missing his tongue.

The Master’s immediate response was to yank her hair harder, forcing her head back as far as it would go, making it impossible for her to shut her mouth all the way.

“A slave submits completely to anything the Master does.”

The Master had her repeat the rule several times before releasing her and then quickly attached a ball gag, which forced her jaw uncomfortably wide and caused Ava to have to take her frantic breaths in and out through her nose only. “You WILL submit,” he told her calmly. “You will remain here until you do.”

Ava had hung her head, snuffling slightly through her nostrils, her tongue trying vainly to push the ball gag out of her mouth. She hated gags! She simply couldn’t tolerate having things put into her oral cavity against her will. She had shaken her head, trying to rid herself of the hated device, but the Trainer had just laughed at her efforts. “Well, well,” he said, I think I’ve just found one of your weak spots, my dear!” He sounded delighted and Ava groaned in response, the sound muffled by the gag, which just made him smile all the more.

The rest of the training session was even more intense for Ava: By this point, she was already exhausted and her skin tingled every time she attempted to move, the bright red welts across every surface stinging uncomfortably. The Master had tried out a variety of clamps on her already tender nipples and swollen clit and had then inserted a large vibrating bullet into her vagina and proceeded to whip her rear soundly, pressing the remote in time to each new blow, so that she wasn’t able to feel the ecstasy of the pleasure without the accompaniment of the pain. And, throughout it all, he relentlessly grilled her on the Core Concepts: At first she was just expected to repeat after him, but soon he wanted her to recite them on her own, a task that would have been difficult enough without him forcing her to do it while he was simultaneously whipping and pleasuring her.

“A slave-“ Ava gasped as the crop came down yet again across her sensitive cheeks, doesn’t anticipate-“ she groaned at the powerful vibrating sensation within her, making her swollen clit ache, “her Master.” She finished, panting.

“Very good, slave,” the Master had responded. “Again! And louder!” The time seemed to go on forever as Ava, helpless to move or protect herself in any way, was forced over and over to repeat the concepts while trying to focus through increasingly intense waves of pleasure and pain. Each mistake earned her more whipping with the gag back in place until the Master was satisfied that she was paying proper attention and then gag was removed and the recitation would begin anew.

Finally, when she felt as if her insides would literally explode from being swollen for so long without release, the Master crouched between her spread legs and proceeded to explore her with his tongue. Ava writhed and gave up all of her pride, begging him to penetrate her and allow her to cum at last. And he finally did, using a vibrating dildo while simultaneously fingering her engorged clit. She had cum explosively, with orgasm after orgasm shaking her body and leaving her weak as a new born kitten.

Afterwards, when he had finally detached her from the chains that had held her in place for so long, she had collapsed to the floor, every muscle shaking, unable to even stand, let alone walk. The Master had simply blindfolded her and picked up her now unresisting body and carried her to another place. When she could see once more, she found herself in an ornate bathroom with a sunken tub at one end.

He had led her into it and proceeded to gently wash every part of her body while she continued to be limp and docile to his touch. She had winced as the soft sponge traveled over her many welts but hadn’t uttered a word of complaint, letting him clean her head to toe without a sound. He had even washed her hair, his fingers gently massaging her scalp and she had relaxed into him, completely spent.

Once she was clean, the Master had wrapped her in towels and carried her, once more blindfolded, to what she was to learn later was the stable which housed all slaves. He had securely padlocked the chain to her collar, preventing her from leaving the small space and left her there on the ancient wooden floor with the simple words: “Good girl, Ava!”

Chapter 9: Now (Decision)

Ava tried to muster as loud a voice as she could, reciting the six Core Concepts in the way she had been taught. Her legs trembled against the cold hard floor of the gymnasium where she knelt and she tried her best to ignore the continued throbbing deep within her. Would it never end, she wondered? Would he never permit her release? She felt lightheaded and was having a difficult time focusing.

She kept her eyes on the floor because she knew it was the demure and submissive posture expected of her, but for once, she was secretly glad at the restriction, because she was so acutely aware of the crowd of Trainers and submissives watching her, the other Masters probably taking as much pleasure in her terror and shame as her own Trainer was.

He had produced a cane –her absolute least favorite method of discipline- and was making it whoosh through the air to strike her bare rear hard enough to make her yelp aloud in pain, just as she began her recitation of each Core Concept. Every time she heard the sound, Ava had to focus her entire willpower to not try to move out of the way. But she had earned this punishment after all, she told herself. And Max would be so angry at her if she failed now. She grit her teeth and kept reciting, knowing she wouldn’t be able to sit down without wincing for a week after this.

Once the recitation was done do her Trainer’s satisfaction, he came forward once more and faced her. “Ava, look at me.” She reluctantly raised her eyes and met his, afraid of what would come next. He gazed at her a moment, expressionless, before he continued: “You willfully and intentionally defied a direct order from your Master. More importantly, you then attempted to take control and behaved in a way designed to humiliate your own Trainer. This is conduct unbecoming of a slave and in breach of the contract you yourself agreed to when you entered this property, and you would normally have immediately been expelled from our program.”

Ava’s cheeks burned in shame and she wanted to hang her head, but she forced herself to continue to gaze up into the Master’s eyes as had commanded. “But,” he continued, “Your true Master Maxwell is a friend of this organization and we agreed to continue to train you after imposing certain discipline to see whether you were able to learn from your mistakes and behave as a true submissive. Tonight will determine your fate. So take a moment to think about what you are doing here, Ava, and whether you wish to be trained or not. You are either a submissive or you aren’t. Within this world there is no room for shades of gray. So think hard, and behave accordingly for your actions tonight will either end your association with us permanently, and I should imagine your relationship with Max as well, or else put you on the next part of your journey to becoming a model slave who pleases her Master.

Ava felt tears slipping down her cheeks as she thought of Max. They were giving her a choice: It would be so easy to just stand up and say it had all been a terrible mistake and walk away. But even thinking about it made her want to howl. How could she give up Max? And surely the Trainer was right: He wouldn’t want her once she refused to submit to the training he had wanted so badly for her to get. He had told her so many times that this was the best training program in the world and that people from all over sent their slaves here to learn proper discipline and etiquette. He had told her how proud he would be of her on graduation day when she would wear a new, solid gold collar, signifying his ownership of her and her status as a fully trained and certified submissive. How could she disappoint him? She ached so badly to make him proud of her.

No, she decided. She couldn’t simply walk away. She had already given up her ties to her former world: Quit her job, sold her condo. And she didn’t want to go back to that life. To wondering if she would meet a “nice guy” some day and settle down to a middle class life with a husband who would never in a million years make her feel the way Max did. She wanted so badly to make him proud. She would stay and take whatever punishment they had devised for her, she determined. She would make it through to the end.

Her Trainer had been watching her face as Ava was lost in her own thoughts and he knew her well enough by now to tell she had come to a decision. “Well, Ava?” he prompted. “What will it be?”

Ava took the deepest breath of her life and looked him straight in the eye.

“I’ll stay, and accept my punishment, Master,” she said.

  

Chapter 10: Then (The Rebellion)

She hadn’t meant to do it. Not really. Well, not at first anyway. But by then she was so angry, she was seeing red, and as was her custom, her temper got the better of her.

It had all started on an early morning a week ago when her Trainer had roused from an all too short sleep and told her it was time for breakfast. Ava hated meals at The Mansion. It had nothing to do with the food: It was excellent, actually, but she had struggled from day one with letting someone feed her.

As her Trainer had explained on the first day, new slaves went through most of each day with their hands bound behind their backs so that they were completely dependent on their Masters for even the simplest acts like toileting and feeding. Ava could take the whippings and the reprimands but being helpless to provide for her own most basic care frustrated her to no end. Plus, she had always hated the idea of anyone putting anything into her mouth against her will. So mealtimes were torture for her.

Of course, her Trainer had quickly caught on to her discomfort and seemed to enjoy making the feedings a torment for her, taunting her with comments like: “What’s the matter, widdle Ava? Can’t you feed yourself? No? Awww, well let me help you then. Open wide!”

To make matters worse, mealtimes were a communal affair with all the slaves and their Trainers gathered together in the mansion’s formal dining hall. The Masters all sat  at the long mahogany table, enjoying their meal while the slaves were each forced to kneel to the left of their respective Masters and hope to be fed from their plates if their Trainer’s mood was inclined to it. As slaves progressed through the weeks, they could earn the privilege of having their hands free and feeding themselves from their own bowl while still kneeling at their Master’s side.

The purpose of this was severalfold: First of all, it served to strengthen the lesson that submissives were completely dependent on their Masters for everything and had to learn to trust them to feed them or not, as they saw fit. Secondly, it provided an excellent and immediate means of punishment for any recalcitrant slave: Kneeling beside a plateful of food and being forced to watch every bite up close while not being permitted so much as a morsel, was enough to reduce most hungry slaves to begging. And finally, the sense of being surrounded by other slaves had the effect of peer pressure on most submissives, each trying to outdo the other with their obedience and perfect adherence to all rules, while the Masters often boasted to each other playfully about what they had trained their particular slave to do.

But, from day one, Ava had balked at the feedings, turning her head away and even refusing to open her mouth at all. At first, her Trainer had simply let her go hungry, figuring that she would eventually break. But he hadn’t counted on her stubborn streak and as the days went by and she staggered to the dining room behind him, dizzy with lack of food, but still refusing to submit, he switched tactics. She then endured beatings through every meal, until she opened her mouth and let him put the food in it. By her fifth week of training, she was allowing herself to be fed but still resisted her Master often enough that she had not yet earned the right to feed herself, unlike most of the other slaves who smugly held their own bowls as they gave Ava superior looks from the other side of the table.

On that particular morning, Ava was feeling particularly sour. Her training session the day before had been particularly grueling and she had failed to earn the small pillow she so yearned for to help her achieve some measure of comfort while trying to sleep huddled on the floor of her stall each night. And so she had spent another miserable night, torn between balling the blanket into a pillow and freezing slowly or else curling it around her and waking up with yet another headache from so many hours with her head on the hard wooden floor.

So when her Master came to get her for breakfast, she stomped along behind him, thinking grumpily of her luxuriously soft pillow top queen sized bed with the myriad of pillows she had left behind when she agreed to this training. She knelt beside her Trainer with inappropriate bad grace at the table and defiantly turned her head when he attempted to put a spoonful of oatmeal into her mouth.

“Not this again, Ava,” he had sighed at her, impatiently. “Don’t you want to eat? I know you’re hungry! Surely this isn’t that difficult! Now cut it out and open your mouth!” Ava hesitated for a second, recognizing that he was giving her a chance to obey, But then her temper flared, and she then turned her head away, in direct defiance of his order. Immediately, she felt a sharp tug on her scalp as her Trainer grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her head all the way back. All traces of his earlier patience were gone: now he simply looked angry.

“Ava, that’s enough!” he hissed at her, his eyes narrowed as he gazed down at her. “This has gone on for way too long. I said open your mouth NOW!” He yanked her hair for emphasis and Ava grunted in pain but still kept her teeth tightly clamped shut. She had never openly defied her Trainer like this before, let alone with others there to witness it,  but she had gone too far to stop now.

Her Master turned red with rage as Trainers and slaves all around the table stared in disbelief at the scene playing out before them. “You WILL open your mouth!” He growled at her and proceeded to put a hand over her face, pinching her nose shut. Ava immediately struggled but he was much stronger than she was, and he was using his foot to keep her leash tight, preventing her from getting up from her knees. She gasped and tried to breathe in and out through her teeth without unclamping them. The hand clamping her nostrils shut was over her eyes and she couldn’t see anything.

And then she felt a sudden sensation of panic as water poured into her mouth: she realized that her Trainer had picked up a jug of water from the table and was deliberately pouring it into her mouth, while holding her head tilted back and her nostrils shut. She breathed liquid and her lungs convulsed, causing her to spit it out and open her mouth reflexively. Her Trainer immediately banged down the jug and took the opportunity, while Ava was still gagging, trying to clear her lungs, to put a large spoonful of oatmeal in her mouth. “Now swallow it, slave!” he said in a satisfied voice.

That was when she lost control. Something inside her snapped: She had always been terrified of drowning and she was completely panicked by her attempts to clear her breathing. When she heard his taunting voice, it was as if the room turned red around her. And without a thought, she had turned and clamped her teeth down on the nearest available skin she could reach: His thigh. As she bit down as hard as she could, she distantly heard him howl in surprise and pain and felt a grim satisfaction mixed with horror. What was she doing?

All around the table, there was pandemonium as other Trainers leaped to come to her Master’s aide, tripping over their own slaves’ leashes in their haste. It took three of them to finally detach her from his leg and she eventually lay facedown on the rich oriental carpet, hogtied and panting, with the coppery taste of his blood still in her mouth.

Chapter 11: Then (Aftermath)

The next few days had been the worst of her life. Ava had been carried, still hogtied, to her stall in the stable and thrown in there unceremoniously. She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, unable to move, but as she slowly regained control of her senses, she started to contemplate what she had just done and what was likely to happen to her now.

She had openly defied her Trainer and then attacked him. What was the punishment for that, she wondered. Would she be expelled? Beaten? What was the consequence for such egregious behavior? She squirmed on the cold floor, trying in vain to adjust her position, but the Trainers who had secured her bonds weren’t taking any chances and she could barely even wiggle an inch. Her blankets were gone, she noticed absently, and the rough wooden slats of the floor were uncomfortable under her the skin of her bare breasts and abdomen.

She lay there for what seemed like an eternity, in a state of shock and fear, the blood in her mouth left her with a horrible taste and she longed to rinse it out. Finally, trio of Trainers had come to get her and had bodily carried her, still tied, to a training cell in the Gymnasium. Once there, she had been informed that her training would continue for now, but that she would be forced to wear a special O shaped gag that would prevent her from closing her mouth during all meals from now on. She would also, they told her, be submitted to an especially grueling week of discipline as a consequence of her actions.

Ava felt like throwing up at the thought of having her mouth kept pried open by force, unable to prevent anyone from putting whatever they wanted into it, but she didn’t complain. She knew that it was nothing compared to the punishment she was probably going to receive over the next few days.

The discipline began quickly, with the 3 Trainers removing Ava’s hogtie only to place her back in the same restraints she had been in on her first day of training. With her bare body spread helplessly, they took turns beating her with the cane until she sobbed and begged for mercy.

Then the door to the training cell opened and her own Trainer came in. Ava gazed up at him, unable to help herself from moaning in pain as the slightest movement caused the hundreds of red welts on her skin to throb. When they detached her from her restraints, she had collapsed at his feet and begged for forgiveness.

In response, he had simply produced a special head restraint with a mouth clamp that had a U shaped piece of metal that ran along her jaw on either side, making it impossible for her to close her mouth at all. He had then proceeded to feed her the bowl of oatmeal she had earlier refused, now cold and gluey.

Ava had submitted to it all without so much as a whimper of complaint, kneeling submissively on the floor before her Master. She knew from the expressions of the four angry Trainers that this was just the beginning of her punishment. She kept absolutely still and forced herself to swallow the cold gelatinous mass which she couldn’t even so much as chew with her mouth held forcibly open. To make matters worse, the O gag caused her to drool uncontrollably and her own saliva, along with a significant amount of the oatmeal wound up dripping down her chin and her chest, adding to her humiliation.

When the hateful meal was over, the gag was finally removed and Ava was reattached to the restraints that spread her arms and legs wide. From that point on, the other three had departed, leaving her alone with her Master for the first time since the incident. She trembled, wondering what would happen next, but he simply shook his head at her, his eyes conveying so much disappointment, she had cried and begged him for forgiveness once more. Without a word, he had turned on his heel and departed, shutting the light off as he closed the door to the cell, leaving Ava to hang in the utter darkness the entire night long.

The next morning, when he finally came to untie her, Ava had moaned in agony as her stiff shoulders and knees struggled to regain circulation after so many hours in restraints. The welts from the previous day’s beatings stood out in sharp relief all over her body and every movement was a nightmare. Her Trainer had attached her leash without a word and led her, hobbling painfully behind him,  to the dining hall for breakfast.

Once there, Ava had quietly submitted to having the hateful mouth restraint attached and had endured the shame and agony of being spoonfed while drooling and making a mess of herself under the leering eyes of all of the other Trainers and their slaves. She had wanted to curl into a ball and cry but had put all of her energy into thoughts of Max and had obeyed ever command her Master gave her, keeping her gaze and posture submissive throughout the meal.

The next few days had been a nightmare of grueling discipline interspersed with meals, each one with the horrible mouth restraint. But throughout it all, Ava maintained control of herself, trying desperately to redeem her terrible transgression. Her Master seemed to sense how sorry she was and how hard she was trying to please him, but she still could feel his anger at the humiliation she had put him through and she knew that she had a long way to go before he would ever trust her again.