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The themes and subject matter in this story are adult, including but not limited to both consensual and reluctant (including coerced) sexual acts between persons of the same gender.
This is a fantasy. In reality, I advocate the principles of Risk Awareness; Safe,Sane and Consensual BDSM and always observe safer sex guidelines. Safer Sex is a way of life.
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One of the characters in this fantasy is sixteen, the age of consent in my jurisdiction. Again, I point out that this is a fantasy. In real life, my personal preference is for older women.
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Katya's Training: Chapter Three
copyright 2006 by dr_country_mouse_top
Story codes: F/g, F^g, M/g, teen2, BD, anal, reluc, spank, sm
Nifty category: Lesbian/authoritarian
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"Oh, may I show them, daddy?"
I chuckled. Katya was adorable, the smug little brat. She loved showing off. "Gloating is not attractive," I chided her gently. We were at a gathering of perverts in Sydney, one of the smaller play parties surrounding Leather Pride week.
Katya flashed her dimples at me. "Oh, come on, daddy," she pleaded. "Let me show off. You indulge me shamelessly and I love every minute of it." We were surrounded by a group of leather dykes. It was a mixed crowd, the amorphous tribe of kinksters who had the reputation for the nastiest parties and the raunchiest private lives. There had been questions about us.
My boi was a fine, fine thing to see. I was proud to have her at my shoulder. She followed at my heels without any need for a leash, although she did wear a collar. Katya was 5 foot ten inches tall in her bare feet, so the cowboy boots with their undershot Cuban heels brought her to an even six feet tall. She wore faded denim jeans that clung lovingly to her legs and ass.
Katya had somehow fixated on James Dean in Giant. It was funny as hell. She dressed like a 1950s cowboy. Her teeshirt was sleeveless, to show off the muscles in her arms, with the slogan Daddy's Boi printed across the front. The tee shirt was thin and tight, clinging to her small firm breasts, proudly displayed on a muscular, gymnast's upper body.
Her jacket was black leather, cut in sharply at the waist, with fringe on it. Her hair was cut like James Dean, a rough mane of thick blonde hair. Katya's dog tag, attached to her collar, proudly labelled her Daddy's Fuck Toy. Katya strutted, the cocky little shit with her bad boi smile and wicked eyes.
She made people blink, look twice, and then look again. I thought she was sexy as hell. I looked around at the curious group around us, judging the temperature of the room. We might shock a few people, but I didn't think Katya's display would endanger us in any way. Hell, there were two girls in 1940s glamour gowns pissing on people over in the corner and somebody getting fisted in the sling.
"Please, daddy?" Katya wheedled. "You know you wanna..."
I laughed. "You're a spoiled brat. Go ahead."
Katya flashed me a grin and promptly whirled to present her ass to our little group of kinky dykes. "You want to know about me and what I do with daddy?" Katya began, tossing a playful look over her shoulder at the watching women. "Take a look. What we have here is a world class piece of boi butt."
Katya shrugged out of her jacket, and presented her ass again. Hell, she arched her back, arms raised like a gymnast at the end of a routine. "Daddy likes boi butt," Katya explained, spreading her legs wide, bending at the hips to lean down and grab her ankles. "Daddy likes my butt a lot." Katya wiggled her ass impudently and grinned boyishly.
Standing up, Katya unbuttoned her jeans and wriggled out of them, revealing her cute boy cut knit briefs. "Aren't they cute?" Katya gloated, wiggling her ass again. "Uke briefs, like something out of a yaoi manga!"
She pushed her underwear down and arched her back, holding the pose as if it were part of a gymnastics routine. "See my hole? Isn't it pretty?" Katya reached back and held open her buttocks. "I used to shave but then we changed to waxing and finally the laser stuff. Now I don't have any hair to clutter things up and it won't grow back. See how pink and pretty my hole is? And do you see how it shines?"
"I'm all sweet and clean inside and slick and ready for daddy to use my hole." Katya slid me a hopeful look. "I've been really good, daddy. Will you use my hole? Let me show them how good I can be."
"Not yet, baby. Finish what you're doing first."
Katya sighed, her hips wriggling impatiently. "I'm a boi, and boi love having things in their ass. It's how daddy gets me off. I love getting fucked in the ass. You have absolutely no idea how hard and how often I come when daddy plays with my hole. I make sure I'm ready for use all the time. I don't ever want to miss a chance for daddy to use me. I even carry stuff in my bag whenever we leave home, just in case. It doesn't matter if we're just going to the grocery store or into town just to pick up the mail. I carry the basics with me whenever we leave the house."
With her pants down around her knees, Katya leaned down with a gymnast's grace to show them the contents of her toy bag. There were two prepackaged Fleet enemas, which were convenient in a pinch although we rarely used them at home. Katya received so many enemas that we used sterile saline and electrolytes to keep her extremely well irrigated bowel healthy.
There was lube in numerous varieties, including several squeeze bulbs, as well as condoms, examination gloves and dental dams. Katya never left the house without her training belt, although she was only permitted to wear it as a special treat. Just having it near focused her concentration wonderfully. There were an assortment of plugs and dildos and a variety of specula. A tawse, a slapper, several paddles, a riding crop and a small latex whip were also included, all pain toys of relatively modest dimensions and thus easy to transport. There were clips and clamps and a TENS unit with numerous attachment as well as several vibrators of various sizes and function.
Eyes widened as Katya displayed her travel supplies, with wolf whistles, catcalls and applause for each item, the crowd coalescing into a hunting pack, predators scenting prey. "I'm daddy's fuck toy," Katya explained proudly, turning to display her ass once more. "I don't care if daddy spanks me or whips me or fucks me or ties me up and teases me. I just want her to play with my ass and make me come again and again."
She cast me her best entreating smile, winsome and so sincere.
I think we've already established the fact that I spoil her rotten.
She came twice as I was fitting her with the plugs I had chosen for her to wear in the training belt. Katya was perfectly darling, shouting 'I'm a good boi' and shuddering and squirting all over the place as she did when she was really excited.
I locked the belt around her hips and let her crawl up on her knees to straddle my boot. She rocked herself to another three blistering climaxes, rubbing her well trained clitoris and gushing cunt against the polished leather, riding the plugs in her holes until she came, convulsing and crying out.
Having assured that Katya would continue to look forward to wearing the training belt, I let her settle down a bit and simply enjoyed the company of my peers. I was approached somewhat later by several leather daddies who had admired my boi's performance. They were intrigued by Katya's avowal that she was a boi, although quite convinced by her reactions that she did indeed love getting fucked in the ass like a proper boy.
Katya boldly informed him that she gave one hell of a blow job too. The little shit was bragging, taunting the guys, offering to give any or all of them blow jobs to prove that she was as good as their best boy. One of the older guys smirked, and unzipped his jeans.
Katya grinned like the imp she is, and hot footed it over there, already gloving up, a condom between her teeth. The gentleman in question raised his eyebrows at the glove and Katya laughed, the cheeky brat. "If I'm giving you a blow job, I'm playing with your prostate too. What's the matter? Aren't you man enough to take it in the ass? I do."
She reduced him to a whimpering puddle of goo. The utter lack of a gag reflex seemed to surprise them, as did her avid hunger for having a cock down her throat, hardly quantities one expects to find in the average dyke. The gentlemen were fascinated by Katya's training regime.
I explained that Katya had been sedated, a training tube inserted down her throat while she was unconscious. When she slept off the sedative, her found herself with her head was bound to the table, mouth clamped open with a whitehead gag, throat filled as she breathed through the training tube. The usual probes filled both her holes and poured current through the clamps to her clit. As long as the training tube was in her throat, Katya was stimulated non-stop. She came dozens of times.
After several hours, we advanced to swallowing the tube down, ruthlessly ignoring her gag reflex, pairing the moment the tube was beyond the choke point with her favourite settings for stimulation. It wasn't long until she was lunging down the dildo to take it as deep as she could, shuddering and convulsing as she orgasmed. We even made it a form of breath play, pairing the oxygen deprivation with arousal and orgasm.
The boi had a damned good mouth. Her thighs were wet to the knees before she was done as she rocked herself to several orgasms on the plugs in her training belt. She was painfully aroused by the process of giving head, a pretty trick that would stand her in good stead someday. Butch dykes love watching pretty bois get off on giving head.
Besides, it was a fun party trick for mixed parties. Gay boys can be so self righteous about their cock sucking skills. I rather enjoyed blowing their minds when they met my pet.
Katya loved her training. She loved long term bondage, self hypnosis and mind control games. She adored the medical kink and the high tech electrical toys. She also had a very clever mind and a seriously twisted imagination.
"I know I need to study and become useful," Katya assured me earnestly. "I don't want you to grow bored with me. But I also want to step up my training. I think I can do more; I can be a better boi with a little discipline."
I certainly would never want to discourage self-motivation, particularly when it results in something so deliciously kinky. Despite having to build an addition to the playhouse to handle the expanded wet area and toilet facilities, I found Katya's new routine highly entertaining.
After much discussion, planning and the necessary renovations to the facility, Katya's new training discipline began. Beginning this time with three days of celibacy and meditation, Katya asked me to help fasten her into the bondage to begin her new conditioning program.
She slept in extreme bondage, as she would through the entire length of the more disciplined and rigid training program. There was a choice of layouts but generally they were all positions that took advantage of her extreme flexibility. The suspension cuffs and medical restraints held her securely in any variety of poses. Regardless of how she was slept, her sex and ass were to be open and available. That was the entire point of being bound in that particular position.
Although she was accustomed to beginning her day at 7:00, the new discipline began that first day at 5:30 a.m. sharp, as one of the staff members inserted freshly carved ginger plugs in Katya's ass and cunt, strapping the freshly cut face of another whole root over her clitoris. She neither heard or saw their arrival, deaf and blind inside the hood.
The staff handled her like livestock, and not a sentient being at all. She was a pet, and they paid no more attention to her than they did to my poodle. The handler was all business, simply plugging Katya's holes and covering her clit with fresh ginger. The motor for the sucking machine hissed and thumped, immediately drawing Katya's nipples up the tube. I swear, that boi wanted her nipples to look like radio knobs.
I arrived around 7:30, as was my habit. Katya was still bound. That first morning she lay on her back with her legs tied open at 180 degrees, in a lateral split. Her hands were in suspension cuffs that let her lower her wrists as far as her shoulders. The position put a constant pull on her hamstring and groin muscles -- or would have if she wasn't a gymnast. Her nipples were extended a good six centimetres up the suction tubes, the flesh a deep rosy purple.
Katya's inner labia was flushed bright red, the tender inner lips engorged after their contact with the raw ginger plugging her virgin cunt. She had juiced up nicely, fluids spilling from her cunt to leave slick, glistening trails across her abs and ass. The records would tell me for sure, but it looked like a good morning already, if the quantity of pussy juice was any indication.
It was one of Katya's more delightfully wicked ideas. "Figging" or the use of ginger plugs would stimulate her holes and clit quite nicely, causing an increase of blood flow to the area. The ginger burned, fiercely and quite painfully, but it would cause no lasting injury and was not something Katya could develop a tolerance for. Nor would it carry any concerns about drug side effects. We had used pharmaceuticals before, and would again, but ginger was one less stress on Katya's system.
I didn't bother with preliminaries. Although I would stay with Katya throughout this entire first rotation, there were staff members trained to handle everything as well. There were several in attendance as I pulled the ginger out of Katya's ass and immediately entered her, pushing the first suppository deep. Two more times I plunged in as deep as I could go, shoving the suppository as far as possible, wiggling my gloved fingertip energetically in Katya's gut.
I immediately pumped lube on to my fingers and returned to Katya's ass, this time with two slick fingers. She had a well educated asshole, and her sphincter surrendered easily. "Oh, yeah, open me up daddy," Katya purred inside her mask.
The anal beads were quite substantial, slick with lube, each bead precisely an inch in diameter, the connecting silicone cord no larger than my smallest finger. Moving with slow deliberation, I eased the beads into Katya's ass, one after the other. The last bead, as always, provided a convenient handle for later removal.
The staff immediately moved, moving her in her custom designed body harness to begin the rest of the day's activities. The exoskeleton was of Katya's design, my boi being something of a nerd underneath the cocky bad boi exterior. The renovations to the playhouse now included extensive trackwork in the ceiling, designed for the lifting and handling equipment developed for the care of quadriplegic patients crossed with some particularly perverse robotics of Katya's wicked design.
The harness would tumble Katya about like a puppet. With a whir and the soft hiss of hydraulics, Katya's position was changed from on her back with her legs spread absolutely open wide to on her knees, legs spread as wide as possible, back arched. Katya was panting in anticipation, thighs quivering as she pulled against the steel and neoprene leg restraints. Her clit and cunt still burned with fresh ginger, her ass full of stool softeners, glycerine, mineral oil and laxatives and the string of anal beads.
I used the slapper to turn her ass and thighs bright red.
She came twice.
I laughed, delighted.
The staff pushed a button and Katya was rotated in the air with a hiss of servos and hydraulics. Her knees came up to her shoulders, thighs spread as she was folded into a squatting position, suspended in mid air. Still blind and deaf inside the hood, Katya was trundled along the track towards the wet area where staff members in rubber boots and aprons were on duty.
Swinging a little, Katya was lowered in her flying frog position down over a broad deep trough with running water flowing through it. There were several hoses and nozzles waiting on hooks for the staff. The women were adept, handling the hoses and equipment with a deft touch, the bonus scheme ensuring that they did their best to ensure Katya came long and hard.
The powerful stream of water poured over Katya's clit in a frothy torrent, sending the freshly sliced ginger half flying, the current tugging the ginger plug free of her cunt. My boi wailed as a staff member grabbed the last ball of the anal beads with a gloved hand, pulling the beads free of Katya's ass in one long slow steady pull. Grunting, Katya bore down, emptying her bowels as the water flowed over her clit, powerful streams that sent her wild with pleasure, triggering convulsive orgasms as Katya strained to empty herself.
The water never stopped pounding her clit, even when the orgasm was shattering and left her clit hypersensitive. Her thighs trembled and quivered as an attendant worked a well lubricated nozzle into her ass, diverting water from the shower to fill her for the first time. The powerful hydrotherapy provided constant levels of stimulation, pummelling Katya's exposed clitoris, wracking my boi with pleasure-pain as her ass filled with water.
She shuddered and moaned when the plug was removed, water and waste jetting from her explosively. Still deaf and blind inside her hood, Katya was filled and emptied once more before her position changed.
The servos whined and Katya was tipped forward and then suspended as if she were kneeling in mid air. The robotic ball joint that handled the hip angles spread Katya wide, tipping her hips up. The lubricated nozzle slipped easily into my boi's hungry ass. The staff soon had streams of water pulsing over Katya's clit, with a sharp spray of icy cold water stinging her nipples.
I connected the articulated arm to the base of the plug in Katya's ass, setting the powerful vibrations to a slow, relaxing throb. I let the computer handle the steady dilation of the nozzle, turning the toggle that began the flow of heated oil into Katya's ass.
The servos tumbled Katya about numerous times, turning her upside down, spinning her slowly head over tail and then tumbling her about at random, the changes of position slow and steady. The nozzle's powerful vibrations relaxed Katya's sphincter, coaxing it into opening as the nozzle slowly dilated.
Katya moaned as the oil continued to fill her, the pressure backing up and finally forcing open the second sphincter, the streams of water steadily stimulating her clitoris. Only the computer counted how many times she came. When she had taken the full four litres, tumbling the entire time, the servos moved her into her next major position.
Katya wailed behind her mask as the restraints opened her legs even farther apart, exposing more of her clit and sex to the powerful jets of water. The central portion of the ass plug was removed, allowing the oil to spray from Katya's body with the pressure of a fire hose. Her breasts jiggled from the force of the icy spray assaulting her nipples.
The colon tube was only of a modest gauge. I had no difficulty snaking it through the central opening of the plug, wriggling it energetically to work it past curves and well beyond the second sphincter. The plug held her dilated and wide open as heated oil flowed through the colon tube to spill out high in Katya's small intestine, her position ensuring that the fluids drained as quickly as they were pumped in, flushing her thoroughly and then spilling out the open center of the plug as Katya twitched and convulsed under the constant spray on her clit.
I removed the colon tube and the staff moved in with their brushes and hoses. They scrubbed and buffed and polished, using the exoskeleton to position Katya as they fancied. The servos and the restraints moved through a predetermined stretching exercise, moving Katya into deliberately difficult and demanding poses, putting her through the stretching program that would enable her to endure the program she had developed.
It was based on the physical therapy programs used to manage coma patients and those suffering from total paralysis. Katya's althleticism and lifetime of gymnastic's training meant that the computer would push her through a stretching program to suit her abilities.
Oil continued to dribble out of Katya's ass, the plug holding her open, keeping her dilated at a respectable two inches. The restraints were temporarily removed, one band at a time, exposing whatever skin the staff needed to clean and massage.
Katya's clitoris was swollen and thoroughly tenderized, her entire vulva engorged from the powerful spray. She whimpered as the vaginal plug was inserted, shivering as the clamps fastened all along her clitoral shaft. Katya didn't even fight the first time when the staff inserted the whitehead gag, opening her mouth in preparation for her feeding.
The helmet straps and the gag held her helpless as the silicone cock was forced down her throat. She worked the head with her throat to get the fluids started, milking it with her throat muscles as she swallowed repeatedly. The nozzles filling her holes and the clamps on her clitoris all began to sizzle with current set at precisely the voltage and frequency that pleasured her best, sending her rocketing immediately towards orgasm.
It was perhaps the kinkiest twist to my boi's twisted brain. She had utterly no sexual interest in men, but her fascination with being a boi meant that she was fixated on gay men, who had just as little sexual interest in her. Somehow it tickled her fancy to be able to reduce even the most stoic gay leather daddy to a purring puddle of goo. Katya had come up with the initial suggestion to make sure she enjoyed blow jobs, and insisted on making it part of her new discipline.
The cock slid past her throat ring and the current to her clit cycled higher and faster, triggering an explosive and inescapable orgasm as the cock stayed deep in her throat. The computer held the cock in Katya's throat for the precisely designated number of seconds in the program, pumping Katya's meal directly down her throat. It was a special liquid designed for feeding coma patients and those who needed to be fed through tubes for one reason or another.
The feeding continued, the current holding Katya locked helplessly in orgasmic spasms until the computer approached the limitations of the recommendations about blocking off Katya's air supply. A longer feeding would put Katya's brain into oxygen debt.
The cock withdrew and the current to Katya's clit stopped at the same moment. My boi gasped and shuddered, catching her breath and riding out the aftershocks of her climax, the nozzles in cunt and ass dilating steadily. She gargled and gagged a little when the cock returned, but the current in her cunt, clit and ass instantly had her moaning as the cock forced its way passed her throat ring to feed her for the prescribed number of seconds, the current forcing her to orgasm for precisely the same amount of time.
This process was repeated until Katya had received the full feeding recommended for her bodyweight. What it lacked in efficiency, it made up for in ensuring that Katya was properly conditioned to find sexual pleasure in giving blow jobs. The feeding cock and mouth gag were finally removed and Katya was repositioned for the next phase.
The nozzles were removed and Katya was spread wide, both holes wet and slick and open. Charming. The clitoral sucking tube was lined with soft rubber tubing, fitting tightly along the entire length of her clitoral shaft, slightly smaller than the usual pussy sucking device. It fit closely inside the folds of Katya's outer labia, a long narrow mask to fit precisely and exclusively over the clitoral shaft. The violent wand hissed and crackled, the narrow shaft attachment concentrating the shocks. I dabbled it in Katya's ass, sparking off her relaxed sphincter, shocking her repeatedly.
I amused myself by shocking her open holes, making the muscles twitch and spasm. I put the nozzles back in before she closed up too much, fixing the TENS pads to fire off either her ass sphincter or her vaginal ring. The violet wand was my little entertainment for the morning, in celebration of the new program. In my absence, the staff would have simply replaced the plugs at the designated time.
Electricity can be unbelievably pleasurable, firing directly into the nerves like nothing else. Katya was instantly rewarded for clamping down on the plugs by a burst of electricity that pleasured her through every contact with her body. The suction tube sucked relentlessly at her tenderised clitoris, enlarging it to almost comical dimensions. The harder and longer Katya clamped down, the more she was rewarded with that wicked wonderful current that was pure pleasure.
The combination of stimuli sent Katya tumbling over the edge into thigh trembling, shuddering orgasm, convulsing and jerking as the clitoral suction continued unabated. Katya clenched and trembled, trying to clamp down harder and longer until she was shaking with the effort.
Katya's discipline ensured that she was reinforced for clamping down for precisely the same amount of time she was reinforced for opening her holes. The computer cycled her through dilation and then back to clenching down as hard as possible. All the months of mapping Katya's responses and building her endurance had led to this.
She came as many times as the computer told her to, the electrical stimulation inhumanely accurate. Katya shuddered and twitched and came endlessly, her clitoris grossly swollen and purple, her sphincters and PC muscle clenching rhythmically. It had taken thirty minutes to dilate her and another thirty minutes to give her muscles a thorough workout. Each repeat of the cycle was shorter and faster. Finally she was dilating to three inches within five minutes, and clamping down hard on the nozzles in their smallest and most narrow dilation in another five minutes. The nozzles shrank and swelled according to the program, making Katya orgasm multiple times with each cycle.
At the end, Katya just jittered and shook in the restraints, trembling violently, her clitoris hugely distended, both sphincters and her PC muscle clamped down with merciless strength on the nozzles in both holes, the contact strips sizzling around the sphincters clenched so tightly as the current made the nerves dance.
Open and shut, dilation and clamping tight, over and over, Katya cycled through the looped program regardless of whether she was conscious or not. A water bottle was near her mouth for her to suck if she needed hydration as the program continued to put Katya through her paces for the designated number of hours.
It took quite a while for Katya to be able to organize her limbs, even long after she had been lowered into the pool. But eventually she stepped free of most of the restraints, still wearing the body harness. She swam, a bit dazed at first but eventually she picked up the pace and swam a good workout, the nozzles still firmly in place in her ass.
After two hours, she was well and truly exhausted, standing passively as steel and neoprene closed around her arms and legs once more, the servos linking up with her body harness. Katya whimpered a little as she was lifted from the pool and shuttled along the track over to the main area again. She knew what was coming.
While she was still panting and breathless with exertion from her swim, electricity began to flow into the plugs once more, pleasuring Katya with heartless skill. Hot lube flowed into both her holes from the central core of her plugs.
The plugs dilated steadily, the computer inflating the clever devices as current flowed and Katya clamped down hard, helpless to do otherwise as her muscles fired in response to the current. The clitoral clamps fastened in pairs, three sets all along the hugely distended clitoral shaft. Katya nearly came just from the pinch of the clamps as they closed all along her abused clitoris.
The plugs deflated and were withdrawn with a plop. While each hole was still gaping and relaxed, I quickly squirted a final squeeze bulb of hot lube inside each orifice. The dildos were so slick that they were hard to hang on to. I finally got them fitted and set the controls to low.
Each dildo rotated smoothly in Katya's ass and cunt, the plug in her cunt carefully fitted so as not to endanger her hymen. They spun at the same rate of speed, but in opposite directions, a sensation that all but turned Katya inside out. The computer program had the dildos spinning at a rather desultory rate of speed, but she still came multiple times.
That was, of course, only a warm up. I soon changed over the fitting on Katya's anal dildo, tightened the grip of her restraints and fired up the Fucksall. The Drilldo rotated steadily in Katya's vaginal barrel as the Fucksall slowly picked up speed.
The restrained ferocity of the Fucksall shook Katya's entire body, the flesh of her lower body shuddering violently in rhythm with the machine's two hundred strokes per minutes. Her clamped clitoris was getting rather savagely stimulated as her body shook against the stationary clamps' unforgiving grip.
The addition of electrical current to her clitoral shaft through the clamps sent Katya screaming over the edge into release. The Fucksall and the Drilldo continued to deliver a flying fuck at their maximum speeds, electricity pouring through the clamps into Katya's battered clitoris.
Needless to say, she came.
Repeatedly.
She orgasmed and convulsed and shook and came again, over and over again until she passed out.
Both her holes were gaping and open, the sphincters caught in a spasm. The staff stretched her out in the next position scheduled in the rotation for her resting positions, leaving her aching and empty, securely binding Katya into a relatively stressful bondage position.
Katya would stay in that position until she woke or 5:30 the following morning, whichever came first.
Then the entire process would begin again.
This was Katya's idea of discipline.
It went on for weeks.
Sometimes she slept for two hours during her resting period. Sometimes she slept straight through the night. Sometimes she went through three complete cycles in a twenty-four hour period.
After the third day, I no longer needed to use the suction machines to encourage her clit's swelling. The tiny shaft was engorged and proudly erect, standing up as eagerly as a little penis. I still left standing orders for a standard clit suction tube to be used during the first long cycling through the clamping exercises.
I just liked watching the way Katya's whole body seemed to short out when her permanently engorged clitoris was mauled by the sucking machines. The additional suction would do little to change the existing level of development of Katya's well educated clitoris.
I introduced cunt whipping at the end of the first week, the latex slapper whistling through the air and landing with an increasingly juicy smack right on her swollen clit and oozing pussy. I waited til she was at maximum dilation and desperate with hunger.
She came, of course. Every day, I added a few more strokes until she was coming hard through all twenty-five sharp slaps to her abused cunt. I was particularly pleased by this little treat included in Katya's training plan. After all, we wouldn't want my pet to suffer from insufficient titillation of the clitoris. I thought the cunt whipping was a fair trade for the loss of extreme and prolonged suction.
Although I was satisfied with the level of swelling and engorgement brought about by several months of repeated suction treatments, I would need to return to the method frequently to ensure that we maintained her level of sensitivity and circulation. But even if the clit whipping provided an acceptable level of stimulation, I still always made time to watch that first sequence of clenching exercises.
The pussy whipping and high pressure hydrotherapy still left Katya's clitoris deliciously swollen and hypersensitive. Even thirty minutes of suction triggered such a delicious dance, that I often made a special point to sit in for that portion of each cycle's program.
Katya's body twitched and jittered, spastic shudders convulsing her entire body as the current forced her sphincters to clench down hard on the sizzling contact strips. She just shook in what the staff laughingly referred to as `the bunny fuck'
Day after day, Katya's training continued. Like a rat in a laboratory experiment, she was fed and exercised according to the computer's merciless instructions. The stretching, swimming and feeding cock meant that we could continue the conditioning for days longer than Katya would have been able to tolerate otherwise.
And for every orgasm, Katya heard the magic words: Good boi.
It was the only thing she heard in the silence of the first week. By the third week, new commands were introduced. "Open for daddy," was the cue given before the program began a dilation sequence. "Clench" was another cue, used at the obvious time. "Be good" was rather clever. Katya deliberately began triggering her memories of the hormone treatment, recalling the desperate hunger and need. With the aid of post hypnotic suggestion and the pathways burned into Katya's brain during that marathon seventy-two hours, she was able to cue the physiological reactions of extreme lust, and put it on cue.
It wasn't quite as striking as the effect of the hormone therapy, but it was still entrancing to see. During her rest periods in bondage, Katya had begun to go through the recollection sequence that would induce a deliberate flashback. It became the new routine, ensuring that the staff found Katya's empty holes wet and open and clutching desperately on air when they arrived with the ginger plugs at the beginning of each cycle.
It certainly guaranteed that Katya's days started off right. She would rock herself to numerous orgasms, coming hard from the burn of the ginger in her holes and against her clit after hours of self-induced desperate and unsatisfied lust, as Katya's mind manufactured almost the same level of animal need. It only took her a few hours to figure out how to come off the burn of the ginger.
Tracking the number of orgasms was problematical because of the lengthy hydrotherapy session. The computer could estimate, but it could only accurately track such things when the plugs were in place.
Katya had remembered her earliest lessons about conditioning animals. The clever boi had steadily worked at it, and with the strict discipline imposed under this new program, Katya was experiencing a minimum of one hundred orgasms a day. At least one hundred times a day, she heard "Good boi" and had an orgasm. She was the luckiest laboratory rat around.
Having firmly established the connection between climax and those two words, Katya had decided to use the new discipline to condition her body to respond to voice commands, pairing the key words with the helpless obedience of her body. The technology forced her to climax according to the software program, ensuring Katya's compliance with the reward and reinforcement phase of her conditioning.
With almost absolute control of environmental input, and the narrow band of sensations permitted amidst the sensory deprivation of sight and sound, the accuracy of timing meant that Katya's conditioning was highly effective. No human could have delivered such precise rewards, timing the delivery of the reward with clinical accuracy.
Given such conditions, any animal may be trained to do anything. Katya had created a sexual Skinner's Box, creating a world in which she could tinker happily with the workings of her own mind.
Like any adept trainer, Katya then raised the criteria. She expected more. As the days passed, she reduced the level of clitoral stimulation, particularly during the hydrotherapy segment as orgasms couldn't be tracked as accurately. After a rest cycle spent hypnotically recalling the state of advanced need induced by the hormone therapy, she normally managed to climax a dozen or more times simply from the stimulation of the ginger.
Reducing the pressure of the water reduces the subsequent swelling and engorgement, but Katya's clitoris was still mercilessly stimulated during the entire purging process, particularly since she was heavily reinforced during the less pleasant moments.
I knew the program would be a success the first time I watched her cycle through the voice commands without the aid of technology.
"Be good..."
I watched Katya's sex visibly plump and swell right before my eyes, fluid beginning to gather in her cunt, both sphincters softening.
Pavlov had trained his dogs to drool on cue, despite the fact that drooling is an involuntary action that dogs have no conscious control over. Pavlov modified the dog's physiological response through his conditioning program, putting the previously involuntary bodily response on cue.
Katya had been trained like any other laboratory animal, and she responded just as beautifully.
"Open your holes for daddy..."
Katya whimpered, her entire sex flexing and quivering, ass and cunt rippling and clutching and opening wide; twitching and pulsing until both holes were dilated to about two inches. That virgin cunt gushed clear boi juice, the fluids drooling and hanging in shining strings between her wide spread legs.
"Clench..."
In time with Katya's heart beat, delicate tissues pulsed and throbbed, rippling as the sphinchters clamped down. It took three or four pulses before her holes were clenched tight, the sphincters continuing to pulse in time with Katya's heart beat.
"Good boi..."
Katya orgasmed on cue, the response just as involuntarily as drooling had been for Pavlov's dogs.
Katya's conditioning continued, phasing out the stimulation at random moments, testing the reliability of the training. As the days continued, the Fucksall was phased out, replaced at first by the still highly stimulating Drilldo treatment. Katya still orgasmed at least one hundred times a day. She just did so with less direct stimulation to enforce her orgasms.
With each session, the stimulation was phased out, while still maintaining the same high rate of reinforcement. The repetitions, as each orgasm was properly called in a scientific sense, were still as frequent, but with less need for physical stimulation, it was less traumatic on Katya's physical body. It also took less time, enabling us to cycle her through the repetitions more efficiently, requiring fewer staff and support hours.
Soon Katya was receiving random `jackpots' of physical stimulation to enforce her orgasms and positively reinforce the conditioning, rebuilding the pathways built into nerves and synapses. One rather delicious little side benefit of this variable reinforcement schedule was that when Katya did in fact receive physical stimulation, her responses were correspondingly greater.
It was a good thing Katya was so perfectly restrained in the body harness and robotic restraints. She would have damaged herself badly had she not be secured when she received the now rare physical reinforcements, orgasming with stunning violence, her entire body convulsing in rolling waves of pleasure as she climaxed repeatedly.
Katya's first immersion conditioning session had been the seventy-two hour marathon with the hormone and drug therapies. It had taken her nearly a month to recover. The new discipline took a considerable investment of money for the necessary facilities and the wages for the enormous staff of kinky nurses, physical therapists and doctors necessary to keep someone in high tech bondage for that long.
The exoskeleton itself made it possible. The tumbling, slow motion routine during Katya's purging was nearly the equivalent of a daily Pilates session, albeit one while Katya was simultaneously receiving multiple enemas and a high colonic while the hydrotherapy and voice commands coming over the head phones ensured that she came repeatedly.
The daily swimming sessions provided a cardio vascular workout to help compensate for the long hours of restricted motion. Combined with massage and the isometric workout of orgasm itself, Katya's body maintained condition despite the marathon ordeal.
Katya's `discipline' lasted precisely thirty days. At the end of the thirtieth cycle, when Katya should have been returned to her resting bondage, the staff lowered her into the pool. The mask fit snugly, ensuring that Katya's air supply would remain uninterrupted despite immersion in the pool.
The steel and neoprene robot was dismantled, freeing her body as she floated in the heated pool. Soft webbing float up around her, freeing her from responsibility as she floated, breathing deeply as she cycled down in the first steps of a long exercise in self hypnosis.
Although she floated freely, Katya was still bound spread wide, no matter how gentle the restraint. During her twelve hours in total sensory deprivation, the cameras recorded her holes opening and closing at random. Katya came numerous times over the next twelve hours, calming as the hours wound down.
She was heavily sedated while still underwater and then lifted out of the tank. The staff washed her, shampooed and conditioned her hair, and moisturized Katya's skin. Still deeply unconscious, her body was massaged and stretched and gently tucked into her soft bed with its luxurious sueded silk sheets.
Katya's quarters were kept dim and quiet but the next morning she was up and wobbling about under her own steam. She ate a light breakfast and tended to her bodily functions without intervention. Amusingly enough, she moaned and whimpered her way through a bowel movement, reporting that a side effect of the conditioning apparently left her tremendously aroused by anything going through her ass in either direction. She flashed me a cheeky grin and assured me that it wouldn't make her orgasm, unless she received specific instructions to do so, hearing the magic words at the appropriate moment.
The bidet, on the other hand, did make her come, several times. It made Katya quite smug and cheerful. I was pleased to see her so bright and alert, albeit a little wobbly legged.
My boi explained that she had learned during her first experiment in conditioning, and designed the `discipline' knowing that she hoped for a more extended session. Katya insisted that there were many ways in which she could have pushed herself even harder. Her physical body was still in good shape, although it would take a few weeks of normal workouts to return her to peak competitive condition. Mentally she only had her own stress hormones and neurotransmitters to deal with.
With good data from all the months of mapping her responses to date, Katya had been able to fine tune the script she delivered to herself, with key passages and sentences and phrases coming from me, pre-recorded. There were long stretches of silence, but also soft music and the sounds of the ocean.
With variable stimulus in the script, it was less rigorous mentally. Katya had mapped a path through the thirty days that allowed for self correction. She clearly felt that the thirty days of discipline had been helpful. Now that Katya's orgasms were reliably on cue and her body had been classically conditioned to react to a variety of voice commands, my boi felt that she could learn to do so much more, and become more useful and capable.
"There's far too much to do to spend a month rebuilding my brain," Katya said with typically pragmatic Russian abruptness. "I have work to do if I want to be a better fuck toy."
That boi! So proud and cocky...and completely adorable. Once again, I found that my boi was more stable, showing a growing maturity and sophistication and a steady dedication that was doggedly perverse, with even a few unexpected twists. Katya was a wicked, kinky boi. She was also trustworthy, reliable, and had a work ethic that exhausted me.
Katya had thrown herself into being my fuck toy with the same zeal with which she had pursued her dreams of Olympic glory. My purchased boi had always been a willing and eager partner in her own corruption. We were both very pleased with the success of her conditioning program thus far.
We did recognize that we were wandering far afield, tampering with the structure of Katya's very personality. But she was happy and intent and determined to be a capable, autonomous boi who could be a productive and useful fuck toy, as well as a very fetching entertainment.
I suspected we might stray even farther afield, particularly considering Katya's continuing interest in brain architecture, neuropsychology and pharmacology, learning theory and good old fashioned nerdy engineering and computer technology. She had proven to be a clever technician with her design of the articulated exoskeleton.
You get what you pay for.
I had ponied up the additional money required to purchase a quality product. Katya had been bright and participatory in her training since her arrival. I wasn't sure what the future would bring, and how Katya's thirty day discipline would change her behaviour or personality.
One thing was certain. I would continue to enjoy Katya's training.
To be continued...?