Mountain Hike, chapter #5, The end, my end !
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The next day my trainer continued my training in earnest. My balls were wrapped in thin leather strips and my leash was attached to the cord.
"I bet now you'll follow me very close eh boy. We're having a guest today so this is kinda like your debut," he told me.
I didn't really know what he meant then. It wasn't very long until I was ordered to kneel in the corner, ready for our guest. I was surprised when a tall, pretty woman of about 45 showed up. After some small talk I was ordered to crawl over for an inspection. I know that this must have looked very awkward; it's hard to move with your hands behind your back. The lady seemed very interested in me and asked if she could inspect me. I was soon told to get on my feet. As I stood there like a docile puppy dog she walked around me slowly groping me and commenting like I wasn't there. "He's not too bad is he? How is his service, has he been well trained ?
Master answered, "Actually Jane he has just begun training but I'm encouraged so far. I don't know how good a cunt lapper he is but I think he's going to be a premo cock sucker. It seems that he's a natural slave, really getting off on the shear joy of the act of submission. If you keep the humiliation factor up I think he will do anything you want, a true slave, personality."
"Well we'll soon see eh," she said.
I was really surprised at how different being a slave in front of a couple of people was. She cupped my balls and gently squeezed them as she smiled at me. That made it doubly surprising when she slapped me across the face still smiling as she said, "You're to keep your eyes lowered unless your owner tells you different. You're a slut pig and you have no ight to look at your betters unless ordered to. Do you understand pig?"
"Yes Mistress , yes I do," I answered. I noticed that my trainer just sat there smiling.
She said, "I don't suppose that you think you know how to serve a couple eh , well we will make sure that you learn. Understand that your nothing but another animal to use as far as were concerned, like a kitten or puppy. To us your mouth-cunt is your best feature. You're to keep quiet unless you're told to talk, were simply not interested in any opinions you might have. As I said you keep your eyes averted and always fall to your knees with your hands behind you and your eyes lowered when an owner approaches you. You are never to refuse a Master's order, never. Don , I see you've kept his wrists restrained , that's good. Have you broken him to a phallus yet?"
My trainer answered her, "No I really haven't had the time and I'm not experienced enough to break a boy to a phallus; it would be interesting to watch you though."
" Get him dressed and we'll take him home to continue his training, before were done he'll be as great a Ladies maid as he is a cocksucker. I really don't even want to inspect him here" she said.
I was dressed and put in the back seat and driven to their house in town, boy it felt good to be without handcuffs. I followed them into a large addition in back of the house. I was very apprehensive.
After they had availed themselves of some wine they again returned to me as she said, "Well boy you'll now see the difference in how a Woman trains and controls her slave. Slave, we must remove all of your clothing. Give them to me."
She used a key to open a small, wood-paneled locker while I sat on an ottoman and took off my shoes and socks. Afterward I stood and unbuttoned the rest of my garments, surrendering them to her until at last I wore only under shorts.
"Those, too," Mistress said, holding out her hand.
Even after what I had been through in the last few days a flush of embarrassment swept over me. I hesitated. "Come on," she urged. I put my thumbs inside the elastic and slid the garment past my knees, to the floor and stepped out of them. I was now totally naked in front of them. She smiled and let her eyes wander over me, then put my shorts in the locker and turned the key. I stood next to the ottoman and could tell that she was pleased with the image of my ass globes in the mirror.
She opened a drawer and found the handcuffs, saying. "Slave it's important to follow the tried and true training rules. I know it's difficult but I'll be with you as you learn, turn around and give me your left hand." I hesitated, then faced the mirror. She quickly handcuffed my hands rather comfortably behind me, double locking the ratchets. She turned me around, explaining in a firmer voice, "Now we want you to spread those legs. You must remember to do it this way," she said to her partner, tapping my inner thigh. She urged my feet outward on the warm carpet until my legs were spread unnaturally, stretching my thigh muscles tightly. My genitals hung free and glaringly exposed. She moved her hand over my ass globes, feeling and squeezing. This treatment made my erection grow rapidly, to her satisfaction.
She returned to the drawer and withdrew a white hand-towel and a small tube of clear jelly. She opened the towel and lay it on the table, put some jelly on her fingers and carefully spread it over the head of my cock, causing it to surge rigidly upward. She closed the tube and laid it on the towel. I was ashamed yet so excited by being handled like this.
"I know that you haven't participated in breaking a slave to the phallus" she said to my trainer.
She carried a small leather case and I wondered what it held. I saw her glance fall to my genitals as she put the case down and walked slowly around me, circling me like a cat would a trapped mouse, her eyes moving over my body from head to toe. She continued her appraisal for what seemed like several, long minutes.
She finally asked my trainer, "Have you whipped him?" "No, he's new and untrained, a beginner, Jane."
So that was my new Mistresses name. "I certainly want to thank you for sharing a specimen with this much promise. Of course I'll have to examine him myself" she said.
"Of course." "Shall we begin?" Master answered.
She sat down on the other ottoman saying, "Bring him closer."
Master took my elbow and walked me in front of Mistress Jane, my erect penis had to be at her eye level, and again she tapped the inside of my thighs with the crop, I spread my legs wide and nervously pulled against the handcuffs, breathing faster as she said, "When you're finished here you will have become a trained, sexual slave in every respect. You'll be a prize for your owner, rather than just another clumsy submissive." She looked at Don, asking "Has he been sized?"
"No, but is it necessary, so soon," Master answered.
"Oh yes, we must do it right away." She said has she idly ran her hand up my leg, beside the scrotum, my balls tightened. Her fingers played with my testicles, one by one, moving them up and down, feeling their shapes. I couldn't help it, I emitted a small moan. Using both hands she stretched my scrotum out, testicles apart, and examined them. She lifted my balls and looked behind them, feeling the shaft at the base of the penis. Finally, with two fingers, she squeezed the very tip of my cock, forcing out a clear drop, saying. "Yes he is a remarkable choice, It's time for us to finish. Bring me the case, please, and if you have any questions as we go along, ask them."
Master set the case in front of Mistress Jane and asked, "How long must he be handcuffed?"
"Only until he learns not to touch his privates without permission. Some learn quicker than others. The training harness helps. I believe this will do." She said.
She chose a phallus from the case. It was a magnificent dildo smooth and veined like a real cock, with a ring attached to the base. "Bend him over the ottoman and bring me the jelly," she said as my eyes widened.
I was soon positioned with my legs spread, but my head down on the ottoman and my buttocks raised sharply. I was quite conscious that my balls were hanging down in full view of my Master and Mistress Jane. I could not see, but only feel what they were doing to me. Mistress Jane squeezed some jelly onto the tip of the cock like phallus. "Now Don stand beside him, turn his feet inward on the floor as much as possible and use both hands to spread his cheeks."
Master complied and I felt his hands on my ass globes, pulling them apart and exposing my asshole. My little hole was now fully open and exposed has Master asked. "But why do you turn his toes inward, Jane?"
She smiled has she said, "It prevents him from pressing his buttocks together to resist the training cock. Now watch carefully."
The jellied tip of the cock-phallus felt chilly and slippery to me as it touched the mouth of my ass.
She was talking now, "When you do this, Don, tease the sphincter with the cock-instrument as I am doing. It teaches his ass to grasp the tip and makes penetration easier. You might also pull slightly on his scrotum, like this. It's essential that this be done slowly and gently so he can absorb the full measure of his humiliation and also learn to crave the cock."
She took my scrotum, above the testicles, and pulled gently down in a milking motion. Again I couldn't help it and moaned loudly.
She spoke as she stroked me, "You see, this milking action relaxes the males and helps them learn to take the cock-phallus. Now feel his cock. Is it very hard?"
Master reached underneath my stomach and felt my penis. It was bone-hard. Another loud moan escaped my lips. Mistress Jane spread my cheeks again as she said, "If you looked at the end of his cock, Don, it would be red and flared," Mistress Jane continued, still teasing my ass hole with the cockhead of the phallus. "Relax and breath through your mouth, slave, it'll be easier on you if you pant."
How could I relax!!!!
She continued, "Now Don, when you push it in, do it slowly, backing out slightly, then in again, moving the shaft downward, this way," she demonstrated, as the tip disappeared into my ass and the shaft followed. I felt like I was hyper-ventilating taking deep breaths and gasping out air. She pushed it in to the ring. "See how the sphincter widens easily around the shaft? He is taking it well, Don And this is the right size training phallus. We won't have to find another size until he becomes used to this one."
Only the base of the phallus, and the attached ring, was visible. I was still panting in short breaths, with my hips moving slightly, causing the ring to bob up and down a few inches.
"Yes, I see, Jane. May I try it once?" Master asked.
"Of course, dear, remove it slowly, take your time, and then insert it again."
Master Don took hold of the ring and carefully withdrew the cock-phallus, pausing slightly as the head passed through the anal opening and my cheeks quivered violently.
She calmly said, "Before you put in back in, straighten him up and check his cock , this is a good way to find out if a sub is a true slave."
Don took my elbow and guided me to a standing position. My cock jutted straight out, pointing slightly upward.
She said, "Ha-ha just look at that cock, he likes this treatment just as I thought. That's why you do this so slowly and deliberately. He must understand just what a slut he is. It's important that he know. Now bend him over again."
Once more I was forced, head down, over the ottoman with my legs spread apart, feet turned awkwardly in. Mistress Jane applied more jelly to the cock-phallus and Master parted my cheeks.
She Told Master, "That's right, tease the hole of the anus with the cock tip. Let the ass hole nibble and learn to reach for it like a trained horse takes the bit."
And indeed, as the tip of the phallus touched my nether hole I could feel that my ass opening flexed and nibbled, just like Mistress Jane said. After a moment, with Master's fingers grasping the base, Master easily slid the shaft fully in, provoking another desperate gasp from me.
She said, "In time he will get used to the phallus, Don. There is an alternate method of insertion that slave will now show you, however."
Mistress Jane slowly removed the instrument. My ass-cheeks quivered and flexed as the shaft withdrew and I moaned again as the large phallic head passed through my ass opening has he withdrew it.
Mistress said, "If you position the phallus below the anus you can force him to squat on it, thereby inserting it himself."
She held the shaft upright just beneath my ass hole and then, grasping the top of my scrotum between her thumb and forefinger, she pulled firmly down, obliging me to squat onto the phallus. Surprisingly it slid easily in up to the ring. She released her grip on my ball sack and I was grateful for that as she said,. "I think a training harness will do for now, and a leash. Then we can take a walk to observe his motion."
"Do you think he should be gagged" Master asked.
"I don't know" she said.
Another long moan escaped from my mouth.
"Perhaps it would be best since he has never been force-fucked before" he answered.
"I agree." She said has she laced a ball gag around my lips and locked it in place.
Mistress Jane then opened a drawer in the small table and removed a black leather harness composed of a belt and two thin straps, attached with buckles. She fastened the belt around my waist and turned it so the buckle was under my navel. The other two straps hung down together from the small of my back and fell between the cheeks of my ass sliding through the ring on the cock-phallus. It spread to each side of my scrotum where she attached them to the belt near my hips.
"Now stand him up, Don, and we'll collar him."
Master Don then stood me upright and I guess I jumped slightly, shaking my harness.
She smiled has she said, "See him prance, just like a young pony. It's their way of fighting and testing the cock-phallus, Don. They all do it, for awhile, until they learn that bucking the cock is useless. The phallus always wins."
Mistress Jane then took a small leather collar, no bigger than the circle of a thumb and forefinger, with a small ring set in the leather opposite the buckle, and sat herself on the ottoman. "Bring him here Don, facing me."
I was placed in front of her with my legs spread, breathing heavily and tensing my buttocks until Mistress Jane stroked the inside of my leg, saying "Easy boy. Easy now."
I was after all bigger and stronger than her, but she was certainly in control. She skillfully lifted my balls and slipped the collar behind and around both my scrotum and the base of my penis, positioning the small ring at the front, on top of the collar. As she tightened the collar I again groaned, panting noisily into the gag.
"Oh! Is he all right?" asked Don."
"Oh yes Don. Don't be alarmed. New slaves often react strongly to the harness and collar. He will settle down. If not, there is always the crop" she answered.
At that, I moaned a little and struggled slightly against the handcuffs. "Now bring me the leash and the real gag," Mistress Jane instructed.
Master went to the drawer and found them, a long black leash and a leather cock gag. "Kneel," commanded Mistress Jane, pushing down on my shoulders. I fell awkwardly to my knees and swayed slightly.
She told me, "I won't tell you again, but I want those thighs spread, even when on your knees," she reminded. "Now open your mouth, wider. Just suck on this. Yes, all the way back." She placed the gag, another soft, compressible leather cock shaped device scented with musk and attached to a strap and buckle, into my mouth. "It's a tongue suppressor and gag, both," she explained, pulling the buckle snug behind my neck. "In time, the scent of musk will arouse him." The strap covered my lips and completely silenced all but my most intense moans. She stood me up again so that my erection bobbed out in front of her completely giving me away.
She smiled as she saw me quickly spreading my legs to avoid the crop. She uncoiled the leash, snapped it to the ring on the small collar around my balls and handed it to Master, saying, "He should have knee hobbles." Then Mistress Jane took two leather cuffs, joined by a short chain, from the drawer and buckled my legs together just above the knees.
"Now observe Don, when you lead him, he's hobbled so you can always keep a slight tension on the leash. Break him to the leather-training phallus by walking around. Perhaps tomorrow you can come over and exercise him outside on the grounds."
Hobbled, I moved in quick little steps to obey commands from the leash as Master pulled me forward across the room. "You'll need this to keep his attention," Mistress Jane said, handing Master a short, black leather whip. "On occasion, smack his buttocks if he lags or balks. Later I will show you the art of finer whipping to raise his responsiveness. This is by far the best way for a woman to control a male slave."
Hobbled, with the phallus deep inside me, I really felt like the slave slut I was in training to be. I knew it wouldn't be long before I felt a real cock in my ass.
This chapter was written around the comments of a few women that wrote me looking for a more ritualized training than just the "quick ass fuck" in most stories.
End of Chapter 5, more to come soon.
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