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Where young slaves go (willingly or not!) to learn how to behave.
Sophie strained pitifully at her restraints, choking back some accumulated drool in the back of her throat. She tried to whimper, to make some noise to alleviate her stress. But her plugged mouth was not going to let any recognizable sound escape.
Her neck hurt from the thick metal collar encircling it. The collar, bolted and locked solidly. it strictly held her in place. In a place of pure submission and utter discomfort. Her shoulders screamed in agony and her wrists chaffed horribly in teh tight ropes.
Kneeling there for hours and hours now, she heard her Mistress , Madame Clair, enter the small chamber from off to the side.
“Good morning child, I see we appear suitably distressed?” The tall commanding woman approached, dressed in a plain black leotard and white tights. Her black dance heels clacking along the hard wood floor as she walked towards the shivering and crying young girl, clad only in ballet shoes and a see through pink chiffon ballerina skirt.
Madame Claire stood before her young charge and reached out to stroke the girl’s wet cheeks. She rubbed away some of the tears trickling out from Sophie’s tired eyes. The agony of her predicament evident in them, as the severely roped teen looked up at her mistress.
“My young Sophie, Master Smith has told me you have not been able to get more than three inches of his ample cock into your pretty little slave mouth. Now I know when he first acquired you, you probably never dreamed of this life. But here you are young lady, you are a slave girl. You belong to Master Smith and you must learn to please your master, no matter the burden of pain or discomfort.”
“That is why we he has brought you to me. To train you to be a good slave girl, a proper submissive piece of flesh, to be the best little slave you can be. Trust me my dear, you don’t want to be a bad little slave. We have ways of making those girls disappear…painfully and slowly…” Madame Claire growled as she cupped Sophie’s drool covered chin and looked closely into the young woman’s fearful eyes.
Standing back up straight and pacing the room, the older woman announced, “So over the next few days you will learn the virtue of being able to fully accept your master’s cock orally, while being in any position, in any amount of discomfort or outright pain.
As a good young slave girl you must learn to swallow whole, your master’s ample and proud cock. You must learn to swallow his every drop of seed. No matter your level of suffering, accept that you are his property, his toy, his object of pleasure to do with what he pleases.”
As she returned to stand in front of Sophie, she sat a long wooden shaft, topped with terrifying looking chrome balls, on the floor in front of the now petrified and trembling teen.
“Now Sophie lets shorten up that distance on your collar. Time to get your throat familiar with being full. And when I return later this afternoon, we shall see about upping the discomfort for the night. I think It’s time we train your ass and mouth at the same time. Master Smith will be very pleased if I report back that you can take both, at the same time without causing to much of a commotion.”
For the next series of agonizing hours, Sophie stared down at the tool lying on the floor, as she tried not to choke on the thick rubber appendage wedged in her mouth and tickling the back of her throat.
Her arms and legs aching from their roped up awkward predicament she had been trapped in. She could only suffer in silence. A silence only intermittently broken by the soft sounds of her lonely cries and gagging choked sobs, wondering when it would all end...
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Another Madame Claire’s Obedience School story…
Where young slaves go (willingly or not!) to learn how to behave.
Sophie strained pitifully at her restraints, choking back some accumulated drool in the back of her throat. She tried to whimper, to make some noise to alleviate her stress. But her plugged mouth was not going to let any recognizable sound escape.
Her neck hurt from the thick metal collar encircling it. The collar, bolted and locked solidly. it strictly held her in place. In a place of pure submission and utter discomfort. Her shoulders screamed in agony and her wrists chaffed horribly in teh tight ropes.
Kneeling there for hours and hours now, she heard her Mistress , Madame Clair, enter the small chamber from off to the side.
“Good morning child, I see we appear suitably distressed?” The tall commanding woman approached, dressed in a plain black leotard and white tights. Her black dance heels clacking along the hard wood floor as she walked towards the shivering and crying young girl, clad only in ballet shoes and a see through pink chiffon ballerina skirt.
Madame Claire stood before her young charge and reached out to stroke the girl’s wet cheeks. She rubbed away some of the tears trickling out from Sophie’s tired eyes. The agony of her predicament evident in them, as the severely roped teen looked up at her mistress.
“My young Sophie, Master Smith has told me you have not been able to get more than three inches of his ample cock into your pretty little slave mouth. Now I know when he first acquired you, you probably never dreamed of this life. But here you are young lady, you are a slave girl. You belong to Master Smith and you must learn to please your master, no matter the burden of pain or discomfort.”
“That is why we he has brought you to me. To train you to be a good slave girl, a proper submissive piece of flesh, to be the best little slave you can be. Trust me my dear, you don’t want to be a bad little slave. We have ways of making those girls disappear…painfully and slowly…” Madame Claire growled as she cupped Sophie’s drool covered chin and looked closely into the young woman’s fearful eyes.
Standing back up straight and pacing the room, the older woman announced, “So over the next few days you will learn the virtue of being able to fully accept your master’s cock orally, while being in any position, in any amount of discomfort or outright pain.
As a good young slave girl you must learn to swallow whole, your master’s ample and proud cock. You must learn to swallow his every drop of seed. No matter your level of suffering, accept that you are his property, his toy, his object of pleasure to do with what he pleases.”
As she returned to stand in front of Sophie, she sat a long wooden shaft, topped with terrifying looking chrome balls, on the floor in front of the now petrified and trembling teen.
“Now Sophie lets shorten up that distance on your collar. Time to get your throat familiar with being full. And when I return later this afternoon, we shall see about upping the discomfort for the night. I think It’s time we train your ass and mouth at the same time. Master Smith will be very pleased if I report back that you can take both, at the same time without causing to much of a commotion.”
For the next series of agonizing hours, Sophie stared down at the tool lying on the floor, as she tried not to choke on the thick rubber appendage wedged in her mouth and tickling the back of her throat.
Her arms and legs aching from their roped up awkward predicament she had been trapped in. She could only suffer in silence. A silence only intermittently broken by the soft sounds of her lonely cries and gagging choked sobs, wondering when it would all end...