What's New Pussycat?

Which is why he took the toy out from between her legs.

Mouth held open by the gag, the noises she made then weren't anything like words, but he could guess what they were about. The frustration showed on every inch of her. Shining sweat, flushed face, heaving breaths. It was too much.

That was the point.

"There there," he said, pinching one of her nipples and causing her back to arch, chest pushing up into his hand. "You're doing very well, but really you're going to give in sooner or later."

He pinched harder. Her gurgle rose in pitch.

"I know explained this at the start, but I'll explain it again. Repetition is part of it, Bunni. The idea is to try and start you again, start over. A clean slate. You were a nice girl, yes, but I want you to be my girl. Totally. With nothing else."

Her head shook weakly. The blindfold stayed on, as did the gag. Blind and dumb, but not deaf. She had no choice but to listen. Listen and shiver as he trailed a finger up her leg, up her side, across her belly...

"Now, if I'd told you any of that a week ago you probably would have laughed. Ridiculous, right? Now though? Now you're not so sure. Now you're a little worried. And it only took, what? An hour to get you like this? Or was it two? Or a day, maybe? Oh, you don't know, do you..."

He leaned in close, put his mouth by her ear.

"You're going to forget your name, you know. The name you think is yours now. I'm going to take it away from you. Maybe you'll hear it one day from someone, someone talking about someone else, and you'll have a moment where it sounds familiar, but then it'll pass. Just some girl you must have known once. But not you. Not my Bunni."

The gag made her whimpering sound dumb and needy. He gave her hair a stroke, tidied some of it up a little.

"It's okay. It's not your choice. It's going to happen, and you won't even remember anyway. Good girl. I think you're ready to keep going now."

Buzzing low, the toy was pressed back against her slit and the groan she let out was completely mindless for a good few seconds until she struggled to get back a little control.

Tiffany, an oral training example for travelling salesman, Herman Kuntz

Tiffany winced as her demanding Mistress, Lori, tugged on the two large nipples rings freshly pushed and then snapped through Tiffany’s tender tits. 

They were easily twice as thick, and twice as round, as her normal nipple rings. The difference in size she uncomfortably felt both in the dragging down weight of them on her breasts and in how they had to be forced through the much smaller, permanent holes in her nipples.

In fact, the poor slave girl had ended up bawling and begging as some nameless man at the secret club, that her Mistress loved to drag Tiffany too, pushed and yanked the rings through the much smaller holes. 

Thankfully two additional members of the club had volunteered to hold Tiffany’s trashing about body steady so her tits could be easily manhandled and the new rings forced in through her nipples as her owner, Lori, looked on with deeply aroused interest.

Tiffany’s armbinder trapped limbs jerked away behind her back as the men laughed and took great delight in controlling her. She could only stand there sobbing while two men gripped each of her shoulders and her mistress reached up under her own short skirt and she rubbed her own pussy. 

One man also had a firm hard grip on one of Tiffany’s toned ass cheeks. One of his wriggling and probing fingers was threatening to sink past the one knuckle depth it was already at, violating her clenching back entrance.

The other man was gripping her thick, neck squeezing posture collar that he had just wrapped around her neck, as she was forced to stand there. Her mistress, Lori, pulled her fingers out from under her skirt and licked them as she grinned at the shocked Tiffany. Then she said,

“Nice job, boys. Just what Mr. Kuntz was requesting…Now where is that man?”

Instantly a man in a badly fitting brown suit stumbled through the doorway into the room carrying along a large briefcase. He raised a hand to wipe the sweat off his brow and shouted, “Don’t worry, I am here, damn traffic and next to no parking.” 

The room they were having fun assaulting poor Tiffany in was one of many in the basement of the secretive club that was well soundproofed and had in the center just one firmly anchored wooden post. A post that could be used for all sorts of decadent, devious, predicaments and painful punishments.

Tiffany was eyeing it with great trepidation because as she had been fitted with the thicker and heavier nipple rings, another pair of long-time club members had happily worked away adding features to the post, under the guidance of a silver-haired elderly lady.

The woman in her late sixties, Tiffany had come to know well, including her hairy musty old cunt. A cunt that Tiffany had on many occasions been forced to lick, lap and suck at.

That woman then motioned for more men, and even a few well-dressed women, to enter the room and take a seat on the fold out chairs that were being brought in. 

Soon over two dozen men and those elegantly gowned women, were all sitting and staring at a naked and shivering Tiffany. She was still standing there, head bowed and trying to hold back her scared whimpering.

A whimpering that became a shriek as Lori stepped into Tiffany’s chest and her long nails dug into Tiffany’s proud tits. The demanding woman grabbed both of Tiffany’s newly applied nipple rings. With no words, but a violent tug down, she had Tiffany collapsing onto her knees.

“Oh lovely, just lovely. On her knees where she belongs…and such pretty rings on those lovely tits!” exclaimed the older woman.

She was the longtime Matron in charge of events at the secret club. She clapped her hands together with excitement and then introduced the man in the brown suit.

“Everyone, this is Herman Kuntz…I know, great name isn’t.” she giggled with crowd. 

“So, Herman is a salesman with a very secretive and discrete company. And he is here tonight to show us a couple of his company’s latest inventive and cruel products, including a very fun and nasty way to oral train your slave, bitch, cunt or whatever you call that thing you own!”

The crowd murmured its acknowledgement and interest in the nervously grinning salesman’s soon to be presented products. 

He looked at both the old woman and Lori for the go ahead to begin his pre-planned presentation. Both nodded their approval, so he reached into his briefcase and pulled out the dual ended, spring-loaded cable. It was a simple set of two tight coil springs attached by one strong cable.

“Oral training your slave. We can all agree it is highly necessary. Both in the beginning and for the long term to keep their oral abilities as pleasurable as you deserve. And we can all agree that there are many ways to do it.”

He paused and reached down to pat Tiffany’s bowed head. While he had been speaking, Herman Kuntz had walked to a point where his thigh and then crotch, now rubbed easily up against the side of her anxious face.

“And at the Institute, that you may know simply as the IDD, we have come up with many interesting and long term oral training methods. And our latest simple one, I am here to show you tonight, using this sexy leather-bound cunt, courtesy of Mistress Lori.”

He nodded at Lori, From the watching crowd even a polite round of light hand clapping sounded out. This only made the naked Tiffany more nervous as she knelt there in front of the post with its huge phallic dildo menacingly protruding out at her face level.

She was so nervously staring at it that she missed out on fully comprehending the next series of scentences Herman spoke. But words like ‘long term’ , ‘improve depth’, ‘throat banging’ and ‘painfully stretched’ leaked into her mind.

She shook her head and looked up with a jolt when she made sense of Herman’s last sentence, which ended with ‘painful predicament-based consequences that ensure your slave cunt will try its best to deep throat the trainer you have lodged in its slobbering mouth!”

“Shall we proceed?” asked Herman to the crowd. A crowd that enthusiastically shouted back at him, “YES”, along with lots of clapping and laughing.

Tiffany didn’t know it, but a plan for the deviant night had been already set out and agreed to by both her Mistress and the club’s management. A plan that Tiffany would learn, as the long night dragged on, demanded that she suffer in some new and inventive ways and all in front of the leering large crowd.

“Please hang the bell now…oh… and yes, please display the carbon cane, Model XW100 that I brought. ” Herman stated.

The smirking man who had fitted Tiffany’s thick nipple rings, approached the post. He hung a bell on the piece of protruding steel at the top and then tossed the brand new, super lightweight cane onto the floor.

During all this Herman went about unzipping his fly. He shamelessly pulled out his thick erect dick as if it was a most normal occurrence. Which in his line of work and the people he sold to, it was.

He gripped Tiffany’s convenient pony tail and forced her head to tilt and twist. The nose and cheeks on her dismayed face were instantly glistening with his pre-cum as his erection tapped at her face.

“Ah…I love a good ponytail. The best way to keep your slave’s hair if you intend to make it perform lots of oral services.” He said to the watching crowd with a wink.

Then he looked down at the sniffing Tiffany and he added, “Now put your sexy slutty lips around my dick. We need to set a base line for tonight.”

She didn’t understand what that fully meant until she saw him whip out a ruler from inside his suit pocket and he jerked her head around so that her lips were sandwiched firmly up against the head of his dick.

“Open up and suck my dick into that spunk loving mouth of yours. We need a quick starting measurement to go by, to assess how you’ll hopefully improve much later tonight.”

She opened her mouth and tasted his sweaty dick. Its veiny thick flesh slid in over her tongue. His hip movements slower than most men who fucked her mouth as he sunk inch after inch into her reluctantly accepting mouth.

When she started to gasp and gag, he took a quick measurement of both how much dick was in her mouth and how much there was left for her to swallow. 

Herman called out the numbers, and the silver haired old woman wrote them down. Tiffany was gasping for air as he held her mouth steady on his dick. A dick she could feel pulsing on her tongue as his unexpected ejaculation hit.

“Ohhhh, SHIT…Sorry folks…I didn’t…expect…this…cunt’s…mouth…to…be…so….fuckable!” he gasped out through his gritted teeth.

He had a firm grip on both sides of Tiffany’s struggling head. She could barely breathe and his cum shooting into her throat was only making things worse.

Her black leather arm binder was bouncing around behind her back as Herman emptied his balls into her mouth. Some of his cum of course spilling out of the sides of her noisily sputtering mouth.

When he released her head with a final hard slap of her left cheek, the crowd applauded his performance. This pleased a man like Herman who didn’t often get to be the center of attention, and it was why he had surprisingly climaxed so quickly into Tiffany’s warm wet mouth.

Tiffany could only keep swallowing, gasping and appreciating that his smelly dick was no longer stuffed in her mouth. But during her choking and gasping fit she barely realized that she was being surrounded by the same three men who had fitted her arm binder, collar and then oversized nipple rings.

Yanked around by her hair and getting her knees banged about on the floor, Tiffany barely had time to open her mouth before they forced her head into the post. 

The massive, cock like thing hit her mouth so hard she feared she would chip a tooth as the savagely long fake cock filled up her mouth. She begn to gag as it rammed into the back of her throat. A nameless man’s large grabbed a hold of her ponytail and painfully tugged on it.

She tried to ease back, but the man’s hand was gripping her hair and holding her mouth firmly impaled on the dildo. That’s when she saw the two tightly coiled springs attached by a short length of cable, get wrapped around the post.

She could hear herself whimpering profusely as one of the men bent down and he roughly grabbed at her thick nipple rings. He pulled, yanked and twisted them for no good reason really, as he made her shuffle on her sore knees even closer to the post.

“Oh…this is gonna be special! Damn bitch, your pretty nips are not gonna like this!” he sneered into her anguished face.

Tiffany could feel her nipple rings and the ultra-sensitive flesh of her punished nipples extend and stretch as the man quickly snapped a coiled spring end onto each ring. The pulling pressure on her tits was excruciating as the springs stretched and tugged at her breasts. 

The only way she could relieve the punishing horrible pulling pressure was to try and sink her tortured chest closer to the post. But to do that, Tiffany realized, she had to take more and more, of the long fake cock into her mouth. 

The painful pressure on her tits only hitting bearable when the mouth filling dildo had sordidly inserted its length all the way into the back of her throat, and it was threatening to choke the daylights out of her if she didn’t find a way to open her throat up and rapidly swallow around it.

Seeing stars from lack of air, Tiffany violently pulled back from the post so only the last few inches of the sick and twisted oral trainer stayed in her mouth. A mouth soon shrieking as she felt an utterly agonizing and burning sensation in her trapped nipples.

The springs had stretched to allow her to move her mouth back down the dildo. But the steel springs had met their limit of her physical tolerance. The limit her screaming in pain nipples would take as she screeched around the fake cock. Her eyes clenched shut and tears now streaming from them.

She stayed like that for a few long seconds before succumbing to the pain in her chest.  Then she pushed her chest forward to relieve the agony in her tits. But then her mouth had to slide up the saliva slickened dildo, again. 

Deep and breath stealing, the phallic oral training tool drove into her mouth as she tried to take the pain out of her nipples. A relief that didn’t seem able to fully come, since the springs were never fully collapsed. 

Tension was always there in them. A stinging pulling pain persisted because poor Tiffany just couldn’t swallow enough of the dildo to let her tortured chest get as close to the post as her tortured nipples needed.

And so, the seesaw ride began. A back and forth between trying to limit the terrible pain in her nipples or trying not to gag around the air steeling, deeply uncomfortable fake cock rammed in her mouth.

Above Tiffany, his cock put back in his pants, Herman explained to the appreciative crowd,

“And eventually with enough back and forth, with enough of her suffering pulling, and enforced swallowing, even the most belligerent cunt will learn to swallow a much greater percentage of dick. And in our example here, we will give our model a most easy way out.”

Herman reached down and then flicked the bell. It rang out with a satisfying high melodic “ting”

“Eventually, when our sexy assed model slave, stuck here at our feet, gets her pretty nose to ring the bell. We will reward her with being freed from the trainer and then taken to one of the fucking rooms, where she can be tied down spread eagle and in time be fucked by everyone here as a reward for her successful efforts…And I mean suck…sessful!”

“And if this, or your own, hot piece of slave cunt is finding it hard to be motivated into pushing its cock swallowing limit beyond what it already knows…then may I suggest some added threats. 

The crowd laughed, but Tiffany wasn’t. She was gagging and gasping, her watery eyes almost unable to focus on the dangling bell in front of her. A bell that still looked many long inches away from her face as she saw his form shift.

Herman bent down and smiled into the side of Tiffany’s distraught face. Her rapidly shifting, tear pouring eyes, caught sight of him picking up the brand-new cane. And even with the fake cock rammed six inches into her mouth, she began to shudder and whimper between gasping chokes.

“This super light, carbon fiber cane, applied first as a light constant tapping to her ringed nipples, then building to some serious painful snaps to her tits, will, I am sure, aid in making her realize that she needs to do a better job, and swallow more.”

Herman repeatedly tapped the cane across Tiffany’s left nipple as she desperately tried to move her mouth up past the seven-inch mark. But she was still inches away from freeing herself from this utterly degrading, painful, and exhausting predicament.

But then her efforts at trying to swallow the dildo literally doubled up, as Herman, ever the salesman, followed up with,

“And ladies in the audience, this new cane, weighing in at only 200 grams, will put next to no strain on your wrists as you whip the law into whatever you own. In fact, why don’t you all come up here and try it out.  See how easy it is to deliver tens, if not hundreds, of painful cracks of this new carbon cane to this slave’s tits, ass or pussy, if you can get in there!” 

Herman deftly flicked the cane down in between Tiffany’s bare, yet slightly semen covered, trembling thighs. Rapidly snapping away at the insides of her quaking thighs, one flick eventually made contact with her mound. 

The captive slave girl shrieked and threw her head back. Her mouth slid back down the dildo to a point where barely two inches of training cock remained in her screaming mouth. And of course the springs had stretched out their furthest yet, to brutally pull on her trapped nipples. 

She wailed around the fake cock stuck in her mouth as he flicked the lightweight cane back up to attack her heavily distended nipples from both underneath and above. 

Her mouth she quickly drove back down on the dildo to escape the pain in her chest. Her neck visibly showing a bulge, as she desperately tried to get past seven inches and ring the damn bell with her nose. This because out of the corner of her tear streaming eye, she could see Herman handing the cane of to a stern looking and elegantly dresses woman and telling the crowd,

“And I am sure by the time you’ve all had a turn; Lori’s slave will be trying harder than she ever has in her enslaved life, to deep throat dick. Heck, we’ll even take more baseline measurements using all you fine gentleman here tonight…And may I add, if you like this new training system…I will be taking orders later tonight. And of course, Lori, you get to keep this sample one, for this here whining and sobbing slave to enjoy at home…and for free of course.”

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[TRANSCRIPT:

Mafia dude: BOSS! We found out who the mole is! It’s polyamorous Tony.

Mafia leader: that rat fuck! I want him dead! I want his wife dead! I want his wife dead! I want his wife dead! I want his wi-

I have lots of ideas for kinky meals, but one thing I know I always want is for them to wait for me to take my first bite before they may start eating. Just an easy to follow rule no matter where we are or who we're with that shows submission to me.

A few ideas in no particular order, anywhere from tame and romantic to nasty and degrading. What would you make your sub do at the dinner table?

Have a handfed dinner night, where they kneel leashed to my chair and only may eat what I handfeed them.

Giving them cum dressing for their salad or a cum dipping sauce for their food.

Feeding them their dinner in a pet food bowl on the floor.

Having them lay down on their back and using them as a serving table; them pressing their thighs together to form a cup for me to dip the food arranged on their tummy in; drizzling warm melted chocolate onto their nipples that hardens until I bite it off.

Feeding them their favorite fruit while they're curled up on my lap.

Serving them "yellow wine." Iykyk.

Making them eat their dessert off of your cock/strap/pussy while you enjoy yours normally.

Just giving them smaller utensils or finger foods while you eat normally with regular utensils.

Taking them out and ordering their food for them. When you get really good at ordering for them, don't even let them see the menu. That's for you to decide and them to thank you for.

Using their back as a table to eat off of, when I finish my portion I can put the dish in front of them on the floor to eat out of while I use them as a footrest.

A quick but painful spanking when they're done cooking and then have them sit their tender ass on the most uncomfortable chair we have with sandpaper padding.

I dress up formally while they eat naked.

Using their tears as seasoning for my meal.

Uncomfortably large suction cup dildo on their chair for them to sit on.

Hands and feet tied to their chair so they can only eat by pushing their face into their plate.

A tiny clip from this performance with @biankastrange