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of a Sadist
on his life with his real life slave wife
no doubt about it
I've always fallen in love with sluts.
Most of the other trainers don't understand my proclivity for the "bad
girls". Put off by wantonness, they would prefer what I call a
"debasement of virtue"
seduction and use of innocents
that find their way here.
But if I don't hurt the sluts, who will?
It's a very important role I fulfill, making a fallen girl's dark dreams
come true. It's their prison, within the walls of this prison.
Most of my girls know right away who I am, and why I am standing at
the end of their leash in such dark, unsettling territory. They give
me that look through watery eyes that says, "I'm finally home."
Others have yet to figure this out. Sure
they know that tight shorts
and tube tops are what got them here, but they are confused about why
tied elbows and public nudity make their cunts wet. My job is to clear
away those clouds of confusion, my mission to introduce them to themselves,
and I am very passionate about it.
Our prison for women is just what you'd expect
and very secluded. Think of it as Roissey without room service.
or polite invitations.
You'll find a military order to things here. We set new standards for
discipline and cruelty every day. The ladies are brought in from all
party colleges, spring break beaches, sometimes its even frustrated
parents who bring their 18 year olds here, falling for our "Home
for Wayward Women" front, hook and sinker. All of them need to
be quickly processed and indoctrinated to our rules and expectations.
We sort them by sexual capacity, rather than by age or physical characteristics.
Virgins, for instance, go to block A. Somedays I will see them led in
that direction with their blank, uncomprehending eyes.
* yawn *
Other types fill the remaining blocks
frigid school marms, gender
bending athletes and pure lesbians. They all have a promising future
as chattel for the slave markets. But if you ask me, it's a slut who
makes the best servant. My coworker would agree; there are too many
of these trollops for one boss to handle, so we have those evil processing
bitches divide them into two groups. They use one simple rule: any girl
with panties on gets them ripped and stuffed in their mouths (my partner
gets these), while nymphs caught without come to me with bright red
ball gags in place. You might think my partner gets most of the new
clients based on this rule, but you'd be wrong. No matter
filled mouth keeps my girls separate until they get their permanent
All kinds of girls find themselves here
shy lilting waifs or haughty,
defiant hellcats. What they all have in common is a healthy, raging
libido. I have my personal favorites among these as well. These are
the troublesome ones, as if they came straight off the TV talk show
stage. These "Girls Out of Control" are done cursing at booing
crowds of morons. In me they will find their biggest fan, a true admirer
of their libidinous ways. Truly, I love the power of their sexual confidence,
and now I'm going to help them focus it in ways they'd only fantasized
First, we change the way they process physical sensations. Sexually,
they've been working overtime, so we'll stroke, pinch, bite and whip
every part of their bodies except their slobbering cunts. Like a form
of blindness, deprivation is great for heightening other sensations.
And it all becomes easier for them once they accept their fate. That
seems to be the case with the latest arrival. She's a striking, curvy
brunette with pendulous breasts and pouting red lips. She tries not
to make eye contact with me. It's not that she doesn't want to
that she fears what will be revealed if she does. If that makes sense
to you, then you understand what kind of girl this is.
gee, do you want a job here?
Her pretty green eyes are already pouring out their tears, painting
her face with with beautiful black streaks.
*sigh * I can already feel my blood starting to roil hot. Sometimes
these little bitches know how to task a sadists self control
perhaps it was involuntary?
They think I ignore their cries. After all, I hear little sluts bawling
day and night. But to me, each one makes a unique sound. I recognize
this one right away
and its different from the frantic choking
type I often hear. Rather, hers are soft sobs of shame
. And something
There comes a time in every tease's life when she confronts the truth
about herself, when her own body betrays attempts at self-control. It
often happens as they kneel before me on this cold hard floor, experiencing
an erotic kind of epiphany. It leaves them more naked and open to life
than the day they were born.
Eventually, her cries trail away, replaced by tender whimpers of acceptance.
"Now, that's a good girl" I say, hanging up the single tail.
"You aren't going to be any trouble for me, are you?"
coming as a surprise to her. She closes her eyes
as the answer comes
Her head turns slowly, first to one side..
..then the other.
Ass training starts immediately. All of my girls become "anal sluts",
and will eventually have the ability to orgasm this way exclusively.
The challenge they face, however, is their lack of experience in this
area. I can't blame them for this shortcoming though. Think about it
you trust some young frightened, fumbling punk with this part of your
anatomy? Of course not.
My current charge is much like the rest, having had nothing more than
her own finger twisted up her winking hole. Therefore, I select a number
two for the occasion (for those of you who think I'm referring to golf
clubs, leave now), and lube it up for the journey. I always get an intense
reaction from the girl when I press the tip against her opening. This
one ushers in the plug with plaintive moans. Not the protesting kind,
but low and controlled. If you listen carefully my fellow sadists, you
can hear a smart slut negotiate her body into acceptance. I urge the
plug in, carefully for my novice little tramp. Her moans peak as the
wide part of the plug stretches her wide. As it passes the "point
of no return" her ass greedily sucks the rest in. When it is seated
firmly home, I give her a gentle pat on the head followed by a reassuring
"Good girl". She sighs, cuz she knows that she is safe. Well,
as safe as she can be with a pervert like me.
Think I'm a son of a bitch do ya
I get that a lot.
An evaluation of oral skill is next, since we all know every girl is
different. Unlike anal, they've all had practice of some sort
it's been with cucumbers, their mom's dildo, or the real thing. They're
being trained to serve a variety of men, so she gets it all: Brutal,
choking mouth fucks, all the way to the tender, sliding tongue stuff.
She might have to swallow cum in gulping mouthfuls, or take it served
up on the tip of her pink little tongue. It's all part of training designed
to make a superior sex slave.
..I do have a reputation to uphold, you know.
The gag finally comes out, releasing her mouth just long enough to gasp
!" before I replace it with a meaty cock.
what do you think she was trying to say? Please don't? Or
please more? I have my own theory, but I won't spoil things by revealing
too much now.
captive sluts. I almost pity them at times, the way they
work so hard to satisfy me, to bring me to the peak of arousal with
such genuine enthusiasm, only to have to suffer for it. I say almost,
of course, because I know its what they truly crave. It's a truth I
have seen borne out time and time again in the twisted faces and piercing
screams of these bad girls gone "good", but a "good"
that only a sadist can understand.
."sick bastard" did you say?
Why thank you
I've been trained by the best.
I would explain all of these concepts to the new girl before me, but
its nothing we both don't already know. Instead, I mutter something
about sodomy, and am favored by the most delicious whimpers possible
from a full, working mouth.
Reluctantly, I pull out of this warm moist refuge, leaving it open to
hear the steady entreatments and pleas for "mercy" and "gentleness
that only make a bastard harder.
The plug has done it's job, and it comes out next, prolonging her beautiful
"Don't fret little one" I soothe, "you'll come to love
this in time."
It may sound like a line from a bad movie, but I can say it with a straight
face; especially when I've seen it as often as I have. What's more difficult
is to describe to you what it feels like to violate a well-greased butt
hole like hers. I am often unsure whether these tight passages are trying
to expel me, or hold me fast. My squirming trainee isn't any surer of
these things herself, only that my movements preclude an imminent orgasm.
I share with her the graphic details of my "gift" to her,
and that it will be something she can covet until our next session together.
No sooner have I disengaged from her than I hear a most earnest and
sincere "Thank you, Sir".
Goodness! Maybe I haven't seen everything after all!
I may have to keep this one for myself. Indeed, I've been considering
retirement for some time. And while most of my contemporaries receive
a gold watch for faithful service, a live in slut like this one would
especially if she is as winsome and responsive as this
I'll ponder that thought for awhile. In the meantime, I will hang on
to this little angel face with the whore's body, keeping her close by.
It's the only way to see just how much of an old pervert she can take.
Right now she is on hands and knees, nuzzling my leg like a week old
kitten. Nice response, think I. I can't wait to see what a month's worth
of undivided attention will bring out in her.
that's me alright
the brutal, cunning, twisted owner of the latest slave slut in
and I think we're falling in love already.
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