Archive-name: MrWade/mrwade21.txt
Archive-author: Master Wade
Archive-title: MRWADE= Monica's Early Training:
Even though Monica and I had spent alot of time on the telephone
discussing our favorite fantasies, it wasn't until she moved from New
York that we really were able to begin making some of those fantasies
come true. No matter how frank and honest you are with someone over
the telephone there is a difference when you are really with that
person. It becomes impossible to hide excitement or disgust and all
the shades of emotion in between when you're actually together. So,
even though we were already speaking of each other as MASTER and
slave, we started out slowly as we embraced the reality of being with
each other in real life.
Monica moved to a small town 30 miles away from me when she
first moved from the "Big Apple". Her divorce wasn't final yet and
we both wanted a chance to make sure we were making the right
decision about our future together. It worked well; we were able to
see alot of each other, but we still had enough space between us to
reduce the pressure that we might have felt otherwise. Those first
few months were spent getting to know each other even better and they
were special in every way.
It became more and more obvious that we were both glad that she
had moved to be near me. We were just as suited for each other in
real life as we had believed ourselves to be as we had talked on the
phone. We had agreed to give ourselves six months of normal dating
before we allowed ourselves to endulge ourselves in the mutual
enjoyment of our fantasies. The time was just about up when Monica
broached the subject one evening.
"Two more weeks and it will have been six months", she said with
a smile. "In one way the time has passed quickly...but I must admit
that I've been anxious for us to begin my training."
"I know what you mean, Monica", I said, returning her smile,
"I've felt that beautifully submissive nature of yours stirring deep
inside you when we've made love. Its been hard for me to stop myself
from playing on that; very hard."
"Do we have to wait any longer? The time is almost up and I
really want to begin so much! Do you have any doubts that we are
ready?", she asked.
"No, none. The time limit we set was rather arbitrary anyway.
If you like we can start right away. I'm just as anxious as you
are."
"I'm so glad. I know we did the right thing, but I've been so
hungry for you to dominate me sexually like you did on the phone.
I've missed that so much!", she said sincerely.
"Well, we will still go slowly, Monica. You've alot to learn
about how to conduct yourself in our encounters. Have you been
studying the rules that I gave you?"
Monica nodded and replied quietly, "Yes, I have. To be honest
I've read them over and over and over again. I've read them and
masturbated as I've read them. I know them all by heart. And I
can't wait to obey every single one of them."
"Good girl! You have to understand that I, as your MASTER, have
a great deal of flexibility and can use those rules in whatever way I
deem it important for me to. But it is important for you to know
them and accept them. Shall we begin tomorrow?"
"Whenever you say, MASTER! I really can't wait!"
"Then tomorrow it will be. When you come to see me tomorrow
night you will bring all your clothes with you, Monica. I'll need to
have time to examine them all closely and see if they meet with my
approval or if they need any modification. You'll be allowed to take
just enough clothing with you to last until you next come to my
house. I'll decide what you are to take. How many garter belts do
you have?"
"I only have the one, MASTER. I know that doesn't please you,
but I've been spending all my spare time with you and just haven't
been able to buy any more yet."
"One certainly won't do, but we'll go shopping together soon and
take care of that. If you have any pantyhose you may throw them
away. You'll need a few pair, but I'll select them and buy them for
you. They will be quite different from the ones you have. If you
have any bra's that do not have matching bikini panties you may also
throw them away, along with any gowns which are either not see-
through or short enough to show the cheeks of your ass. Do you have
any crotchless panties?"
"You know the kind of life I've led up to now, MASTER. Some of
my lingerie is sexy, I think, but none of it is the type that you
will want me to wear. I'm sorry if that disappoints you."
"It doesn't disappoint me, Monica. I'll make sure that you have
everything you need. You run along home now and I'll see you
tomorrow night. You may need to pack some things tonight before you
go to bed."
Later that night I straightened up the closets in my house,
making room for Monica's clothes. I also cleared out three drawers
in the chest in my bedroom to allow her to have room for her
lingerie. I was sure that she wouldn't need three drawers to begin
with, but I knew she would fill them all up before we were through
with her training.
The next day I went shopping to get some things that we would
need. I'd been accumulating things for months in anticipation of her
coming to be my slave. I had outfitted the slut-bag and it was now
brimming over with deliciously wicked d&s sex toys. I'd changed the
closet doors to mirrowed ones and had hung large mirrors where
possible on the other walls in the bedroom. I had bolted the bed to
the floor and had just purchased a new mattress and box springs for
it as well. But there were still some last minute things to take
care of before she arrived that evening.
When I got back from shopping I checked my answering machine for
messages and found one from Monica. "Hello MASTER! I'm so excited
about coming to see you tonight. I'm glad you made me throw some
things away. I felt as if I was throwing off my old nature and
becoming a new and different person. I can't wait to turn over all
my clothing to you and let you decide what I am to wear from this
point on. I love you so much! See you later...bye!"
I smiled to myself and put the things I had purchased away. I
was just excited as Monica to begin our new roles with each other.
We had both been anticipating this new beginning for a long time and
it was going to be a special time for us.
Monica arrived earlier than I had thought that she would and
eagerly brought her things into the house. I had her lay her clothes
out on the living room floor for me to examine. Some things I would
want her to model for me, others I would be able to judge from just
glancing at them.
"I'm sure you remember from the course material that you've been
reading that when you offer yourself to me as my slave you give up
any right to wear clothing on your slut body, Monica", I said.
"Clothing now takes on an entirely different role in your life. Even
your thoughts about clothing will now change. You will think of
clothing now as a slave-slut and you will be aware that I have chosen
the clothes that you have on for a purpose. Every morning when you
dress you will be reminded of your submissiveness to me and the
control I have over your body."
"Yes, MASTER, I know...I feel so submissive already, laying out
my clothing in the floor for you like this", she sighed.
"The clothing that is laying in the floor belongs to your MASTER
now, Monica. It is not YOUR clothing, nor will you ever own any
clothes again as long as you are my slave. I will require you to
wear clothes from time to time to suit my own purposes. Sometimes it
will be to attract other men, to make their cocks hard. Sometimes it
will be to cover up your slut body in order to avoid situations where
others would become aroused by you. I'll decide what you'll wear and
when you'll wear it. If you ever have any desire to wear some
particular item of clothing you will clear it with me in advance.
Otherwise I will make the choices for you at all times. Do you
understand?"
"Oh, yes, MASTER, I do understand. And I want it to be that
way, very much!"
"What I'm going to do tonight, Monica, is to go through the
clothes that you own and determine if you have any slut clothing. If
you have items which qualify as slut clothing I will keep them.
Those items which do not qualify, no matter how dear they may be to
you will be thrown away."
I looked over some of the clothing she had laid out and began
making a pile of items that we would have no further use for. "Strip
naked for your MASTER, Monica and add those clothes to the ones on
the floor. Which of these jeans that you have brought to me are the
tightest?"
Monica laid her last remaining article of clothing on the floor
and knelt naked at the pile of jeans and selected one pair which she
handed to me. "These are the tightest ones, MASTER. I have to lie
on the bed when I put these on."
"Put them on for me now and let me see how they look on you", I
instructed.
Monica laid in the floor and pulled and tugged the jeans up her
beautiful legs and over her tight little ass. When she had finished
she stood, allowing me to see how they clung to her body.
"Does the crotch pull tight against your slut cunt?", I asked.
"Yes, it does, MASTER. Perhaps another pair would be more
comfortable."
"Comfort is not our concern, Monica. If you wear a garter belt
under these jeans will the garters show?"
"Yes, I'm sure they will, MASTER", she replied.
"Good, then they will do. Toss the rest of the jeans in the
throw-away pile for me. Did you bring a pair of white pants?"
"Yes, I brought these", she said, lifting a pair of white cotton
slacks from the floor.
"Good, keep them and throw the rest of the pants in the discard
pile. You won't have many opportunites to wear pants from now on.
Where is the garter belt that you brought to me?"
"Here, MASTER", she said, handing me a black garter belt that
she had purchased some time back at my suggestion.
"Put it and the black stockings on under the white pants and put
on this white bra and that pair of white high heels. You may wear
that while I examine the rest of the clothing", I said.
"Shall I wear the black panties that match the garter belt?",
she asked.
"Normally you will not wear panties under your clothing, Monica,
but since they are quite likely to show through the white fabric of
these pants you may this time."
I watched Monica slide the stockings up her legs and attach the
garters. It was a sexy sight to see, but her performance could be
improved upon. I had made a study of women putting on stockings and
had compiled a collection of segments from movies on one video tape
that I made a mental note to require her to watch. She would have no
equal at putting on stockings sexily by the time she had completed
her training.
When she had put on the clothes I had told her to wear she stood
before me. The pants looked good on her and the high heels tightened
her ass cheeks and made them very attractive as she turned around
allowing me to see the view from the back. Both the panties and the
garter belt showed through the white slacks just enough to be
delightfully sluttish. The material clung to the little nubs of her
garters and the resulting bump was quite pleasing. I liked the way
the bottom half of her body looked completely dressed and the way the
top half of her body looked only partially dressed.
"You see, Monica, the effect of you having on what you have on
is very special. Its as if I have walked in on you while you're
dressing. But in fact you are finished dressing and you will wear
only what you have on until I tell you otherwise. I like to look at
you in a bra and I like the way the garter belt and panties show
through the slacks you have on. Only a slut would purposely dress as
you are now dressed, and every time I look at you or you think about
what you have on we are reminded that you are a slut."
Monica blushed deeply and replied, "I understand totally,
MASTER, and you're so right...I am a slut!"
I continued weeding out the clothing as Monica stood and watched
with interest. I kept most of the dresses and skirts that she had
brought, discarding only a few that seemed to have almost no
redeeming qualities to them. Some of the ones I had kept would have
to have the hemline taken up and some would have to always be worn
without a slip underneath, but they were generally acceptable. We
would buy others which would be more suitable for my purposes.
I then had Monica try on each of the dresses over her garter
belt outfit for me. She sat and crossed her legs and pulled the
dresses up in various ways at my request as I watched. Several times
I had her stand in front of a bright light to see what could be seen
through the material. When she modeled some of the shorter dresses I
had her bend over so that I could see how high they would ride up in
back. When I was satisfied that I had selected servicable items I
instructed her to throw away the discards and to hang up the ones I
had decided to keep in the closet. While she did that I began
examining her panties and bra's.
She had good taste in panties. Most of them were bikini panties
and she even had brought a few pair that would more accurately be
called g-string panties. I smelled the crotch of each pair as I
looked at them to see if there was any lingering aroma of her juicy
cunt.
Monica returned from her duties to see me sniffing at a pair of
pink panties.
"Are they clean enough, MASTER?", she asked.
"I'm not particularly impressed with panties which do not
contain the smell of your slut-cunt, my little whore", I replied.
"From this point on you will normally wear panties only around the
house and seldom if ever under other items of clothing. Usually you
will wear panties alone with high heels when you wear them at all,
and you will parade your semi-naked body in front of me or others as
I choose when so attired. You will always keep at least three pair
of panties available which smell strongly of your sex and will wear
them at my command. You will rotate these panties reqularly,
fingering your cunt with a fresh pair on when necessary to keep the
supply fresh and aromatic. If from time to time I give away a pair
or two of the juice-filled panties you will replace them
immediately. Do you understand?"
"Oh, MASTER....are you really going to give my smelly panties to
other people?", she asked with embarassment.
"You keep forgetting, my little slave-slut, that they are not
your panties, but mine. And, yes...I will give them to whomever I
choose whenever I choose, and the recipients will always be informed
that they contain your fuck juice."
Monica was kneeling in the floor next to me as I spoke to her
about giving others panties which had been soaked with her juices and
had begun to rub at her itchy crotch with her hand.
"You're making me very hot, MASTER", she cooed.
"Are you feeling the need to be fucked, Monica?", I asked,
teasingly.
"Ummmm, yessss! I am!! My panties are filling up now with my
juice, MASTER!"
"Then take off the pants and show me how you will finger
yourself with panties on in order to fill them with your cunt juice,
my little slut."
Monica removed the white slacks obediently. "I'll do just like
this, MASTER", she replied, opening her legs wider and sliding two
fingers into her pussy, pressing the crotch of the tiny panties
inside herself as she did so. "I'll push them inside my slut-cunt
like this and fuck my hips back and forth on my fingers and the
smooth panties covering them. Unnnnngh!...it feels so good,
MASTER!!" Monica fucked her hips back and forth as her fingers
plunged in and out of her fuck hole, carrying the fabric of her
panties with them.
"Yes, fuck yourself for me, Monica...fuck your dirty little
tramp fuck hole with your fingers while I watch you. You love finger-
fucking, don't you?", I said, taking my cock from my pants.
"Ohhhhh, yessss...I do love finger-fucking, MASTER, and I can
feel my juice leaking through the crotch of these panties and soaking
my fingers! Please...may I have a taste of my juice now?", she
moaned.
"Yes...feed your slut-mouth now, Monica...feed your upper fuck
hole some of your own cunt juice...lick your fingers and taste your
fuck", I commanded, stroking my hard cock eagerly as I watched her.
Monica removed her glistening fingers from her hole, the panties
clinging to the inside of her cunt and not withdrawing with them.
She moved them sexily to her face and smelled them adoringly and then
began licking her cunt juice from them.
"Ohhhh, its sooooo gooood, MASTER!", she said in between loving
licks. "Will you let me eat my juice often, MASTER?"
"Yes, little bi-slut whore, you will eat your juice often for
me. I like watching you lick it from your fingers."
"Can I get some more now, MASTER?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes, get more and spread the fuck on your face...all over your
face, Monica", I said hotly, my hand moving rapidly up and down my
cock.
Monica reached back to her hole and gathered more juice. She
fingered herself hotly, moving her fingers from side to side and up
and down and in and out, letting them become covered with her hot
lubricant. Her hand then moved to her face once more spreading the
juice over her cheeks and lips and even her nose.
"Look at my face covered with my cunt juice, MASTER. I love for
my face to be shiny with fuck!"
"Finger your hole some more my little slut...I have cum to feed
you!", I said, standing and placing the head of my cock at her
mouth. She opened it eagerly and I slid the thick shaft into her
mouth. Holding her head in my hands I began fucking my dick in and
out of her mouth.
I felt her cheeks collapsing on my shaft as I slid it in and out
of her sucking mouth. Even when I allowed it to move deep into her
and press against the opening of her throat she sucked eagerly and
hungrily. I thrust into her now, lost in my own passion, only dimly
aware of her fingers fucking in and out of her panty-filled cunt.
When the head of my hard cock moved into her throat I could
sense her orgasm beginning. It was as if taking me into her throat
had been the key to making her begin to come. In fact, it was. Her
head moved forward of its own volition, her lips moving to the base
of my shaft and her throat filling with dick. I sensed her body
tensing and lifting upward from her kneeling position and heard the
grunts struggling to bypass the thick meat which filled her.
My cock began to jerk inside her, spewing hot fuck down her
throat with each spasm. She swallowed hungrily, displaying no
tendency to gag, but seeming to love every moment of the assault on
her mouth and throat. I fucked her until all my cum had been dumped
into her and slowly withdrew my dick, feeling her lips clinging to it
as if she never wanted it to leave her mouth. I lifted her chin
gently, looking at the cum dripping from her bottom lip and the shiny
cunt juice covering her cheeks.
As I looked into her eyes lovingly she moved her hand to her
mouth and once again began to suck the juices from her fingers. If I
had had any doubts before they no longer existed. We had both chosen
well, this time.
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