Heather
- 3 years ago
- 353
- 0
The Training Of Slut Heather 3 free porn video
THE TRAINING OF SLUT HEATHER
OR MY WEEK-END OF SERVITUDE AND HUMILIATION
CHAPTER III HOUSE MAID FOR THE AFTERNOON THE TRAINING WALK
Upon returning from our shopping trip Mistress Ann told me to carry all
the packages up stairs, then I could go to the bathroom and relieve myself
of the tampon, then take a shower. I did as instructed and was really glad
to rid myself of that irritating plug and the mind bending solution I had
to retain, and that was causing the waves of cramps every so often. Next,
I showered and washed my ass very clean, being careful not to get my new
hairdo wet. Then I wrapped a towel around myself and went in to my bedroom
and presented myself to Ann. She had been opening all the packages and
laying them out on the bed along with some of the clothes I had brought
with me.. She had them arrange in matching out fits with the shoes between
groupings of outfits, and noticed me standing there. She remarked,
"Heather you have nice taste in clothes, I think we can dress you in some
very nice sexy outfits and then some real slutty outfits as the mood moves
me."
"But now, it's time to get you dressed for your household chores, I think
you would look good as a French Maid, don't you?"
I nodded yes in embarrassment at having to dress like that. Ann spoke up
and said very sternly, "You will always address me verbally with a, 'Yes
Mistress, if it pleases you.' Do you understand me?"
I realized that I had made a mistake in my embarrassing moment and
responded, "Yes Mistress I will."
She replied, "That is better slut, you need to remember your position here
in this house. Now I have also laid out your red corset, matching red bra
and red bikini panties for you to wear under your maids outfit. I noticed
the label inside the corset that it is from B&R Creations here on the west
coast. I know them well, and can tell it was custom made for you."
"Yes it was," I responded.
"Good, now put on the bra with the 'D' silicone pads, the red back seamed
stockings that I bought you, and the panties while I get you a maids
outfit that should fit you with the proper lacing of your corset."
Just as I had finished putting on the bra, stockings, and adjusting the
pads, Ann returned with a red and white satin maids outfit trimmed in
white lace. "Get those panties on slut," she ordered, "we don't have all
day."
"Yes Mistress," I murmured, and scurried to retrieve the panties. Ann
proceeded to straighten out and loosen the lacing's while I stepped in to
panties and positioned it properly.
"Now, I want you to face the bed post there and get a hold of it with both
hands while I tighten the lacing's."
I did as instructed and Ann wrapped the corset around me, fastened the
clasps in front and started to tighten the lacing's. I had only worn this
corset twice and was able to tighten the lacing's to leave a 2 inch gap in
the back, I knew that it was designed to draw down to leave a 1 ? inches
gap. That way while in corset training there is enough space to reduce the
waist size another 1 ? inches before needing to purchasing a new one.
After a few minutes, Ann had the corset tighten down at least closer than
I ever was able to get it, and I was starting to have trouble breathing.
She said, "That will do for now until we get your stockings clipped on the
garter straps." She went around and fastened all four garters on my left
leg and then did my right leg then adjusted their length until they were
stretched very tight up my legs, and I could feel the strain pulling down
on my corset. Thinking she was done, I let go of the bedpost and started
to step back when Ann slapped my bare ass cheeks so hard that I am sure it
left a scarlet hand print there, and said, "Bitch, I am not through yet,
get a hold of that post again!" Then she proceeded to work her way down
the lacing pulling them even tighter. "There," she said we are down to a 1
inch gap, and that should be enough to get the maid's outfit on, but let
me measure to make sure." By this time I was really having trouble
breathing.
She went over to the dresser, and pulled out a seamstress's tape measure
and pulled it around my waist and exclaimed "Oh good, 22 inches, just
right for this maids outfit." I was horrified since I had a 29 inch waist
before she started. She proceeded to help me put on the layered white
crinoline slip, maids outfit, and zip me up, adding the satin apron and
little lacy cap on my head. Then completed the outfit with the new gaudy
bracelets, choker necklace, and long dangling earrings. She turned me
around and led me over to the mirror, and said, "don't you look real sexy
and slutty dear?" I was amazed how the outfit looked, and how narrow my
waist was, just like an hour glass. But, the restriction was very
uncomfortable, and breathing was coming in short gasps. Next she helped my
get into the 4inch red platform shoes and buckled them up for me since I
could hardly bend over.
Ann marveled at how well the outfit fit me and the figure it produced.
Next, she said, "Now go over to your dresser and get your purse and put
the things we bought at the drug store in to it like I told you girls
should always carry."
I hobbled over to the dresser, opened the purse, put my lipstick tube,
comb and a small package of tissues, and compact in, and started to turn
around and then remembered the condoms. I tore off three packages of
condoms and dropped them in my purse and started to close the purse. Ann
spoke up in a stern voice and said, "Take a pack of cigarettes and the
lighter too." I was very surprised at that remark, but obeyed with out
question and murmured a quiet, "Yes Mistress, if it pleases you."
"Now follow me to the master bedroom where we will have enough room to
stretch you out and resume your period."
I was shocked, and gasped in horror, "How am I going to hold that nasty
solution in me with this corset so tight, can't that wait until later?"
"Heather, I told you that your period would last 4 days, and besides
Mother Nature waits for no girl during this time of month," she scolded
me. "Besides, I am sure there is room in you for that, but it may cause
you to cramp a little more, but that is what happens especially during the
first couple of days."
She lead me in to the master bathroom, and told me to stretch out with my
hands on the toilet seat and my legs straight out until my shoes pressed
against the far wall. I was laid face down almost horizontal supported
only by my hands and arms at one end and shoes against the wall at the
other. I heard her run the tap water and do some mixing, then heard her
pour it into the bag. She came over next to me and told me to spread my
legs wider, then stepped in between my legs to get closer. I felt
something slippery push into my anus again and move around, then slide
out, only to be replaced by the tube of the tampon applicator. I started
to grit my teeth ready for the sting and irritation of the tampon sliding
deep up in me. But this time it was not too bad, either it was the
position I was in or I was getting used to it. Then came the vaginal tube
into me, the familiar click of the valve opening, and the warm sensation
of the mixture flowing in me.
"We don't have all afternoon, so I am going to open the valve wider," she
informed me. Again the familiar click and I felt more pressure starting to
build up inside me. Ann said, "This formula is about the same volume and
mix as the one this morning but with a little more wine and a table spoon
of the douche powder. That should keep you occupied with the cramping for
a little while."
Even though the flow was a lot faster, it took almost 3 of the most
excruciating minutes for the bag to empty and by that time my arms were
getting tired, my legs sore and achy, and so much pressure in me I thought
I would explode.
Ann helped me up after wiping my ass, and took me by the hand, then said,
"Grab your purse and come with me." She led me back into the master
bedroom and over to a door that opened out on a deck that was about 20
feet by 12 feet and built over the attached garage roof. I was surprised
to see the deck was there since it wasn't visible from the street. The
trees surrounding their property also provided some privacy, and shade
around the deck. She then let go of my hand and sat down in one of the
deck chairs, took the purse from me, set it down on the table next to her,
and told me to start practice walking in the platform shoes.
As I started to pace back and forth the length of the deck she would give
me instructions like keep your head up straight, pull your shoulders back
and stick those tits out, straighten your back and stand tall." With each
command, I noticed I was able to walk with more balance and a steadier
pace. But it was still difficult with the bloating I was starting to feel,
and the cramps that was becoming more constant.
Then after about 5 minutes she said, "Come over here to me." She handed me
my purse, and said, "Now I want you to light up a cigarette, and practice
smoking it while walking."
I took out the pack of cigarettes and lighter and tried to open the pack.
Even though I had noticed that doing things, were more difficult with
those long finger nail on, I never realized just how difficult some tasks
could be. I fumbled for a few minutes trying to open it, while I asked her
why she wanted me to smoke.
She replied, "Honey, some of the men at the clubs we will be going to
tonight and tomorrow night have a smoking fetish and think it makes a girl
look more like a slut when she smokes, and I agree with them. So I am
going to teach you the proper way a slut smoke a cigarette, and I want you
to practice this afternoon until it is second nature for you."
"But I never developed the smoking habit," I pleaded.
She snapped, "That is why I am going to teach you slut!"
I finally got the pack opened, and was able to fish out a cigarette
without dropping anything, and proceeded to light it up.
"That's it sweetie, now take a long drag on it and hold your mouth open
like you are about ready to suck a big cock. That is it, now inhale
slowly, and tilt you head back and blow the smoke out up into the air
slowly again."
I did as I was told, and felt a real rush in the head that made me dizzier
then I was already due to wine in me. That is OK, but next time open your
mouth wider when you inhale, and tilt you head back a little farther and
blow a fine stream the smoke a little more over your shoulder. I tried it
again, and she said, now when you start walking again, lower you hand down
with the cigarette in it to hip level and a little wide of you hips and
swing it back and forth a little. I kept walking back and forth and
repeated taking a drag each time I turned around like she instructed me
to. After a few more passes, I realized that with my arm in that position,
and swinging, it made my hips swing in a more balancing manner.
Ann spoke up, "That is it honey, swing those hips and strut for me. Wiggle
that ass, slut, like you are trying to attract a man."
By the time I had smoked the cigarette, I was feeling more confident
walking in the platform shoes.
"Okay, let's go inside and start your maids duties. But, I want you to
come out here every hour and practice walking and smoking until you are a
natural at it, it must be second nature for you to strut and smoke like a
slut."
As we went back in the house, she said the first duty would be to run the
vacuum sweeper all over down stairs. She estimated that would take about
an hour, and just in time for my next walk. She led me down the stairs,
and I never realized how difficult it was to go down stairs in platform
high heeled shoes compounded by a very tight corset. I almost fell forward
twice and barely caught myself with the aid of the banister. Ann showed me
where the vacuum was and started me on my task. Sure enough, it took me
almost an hour to vacuum the whole downstairs since I was restricted in
the movements I could make with the corset and platforms on and the
cramping and bloating that was getting worse.
While putting the vacuum away, I heard Ann yell to me, "Time, for your
walk! Don't forget your purse and cigarettes."
While climbing up the stairs was not as difficult as going down, I still
had to struggle, and the movement of my hips and ass climbing up made it
more difficult to hold the wine/douche enema in me. Again, I went out on
the deck, opened my purse, retrieved a cigarette and lighter, and lit up.
I practiced walking for about 6 minutes while smoking like Ann had taught
me, put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the table and went back
inside. As soon as I closed the door, I saw Ann standing by the window
where she could see me walking.
She remarked, "That was very good, you are getting the hang of it, I think
a couple more trips out there will make a pro out of you. And you had
better look and walk like a pro, or Tom will take a quirt to your ass and
leave ugly red welts all over it!"
We went down stairs again and Ann gave me a feather duster and told me to
dust every thing in the living room and dinning room. I set about the task
very slowly since the cramps were really building up, and I was getting
woozier from the wine and smoking. When I finished, Ann again yelled down
to me, "Time for your walk." Again I gently climbed back up the stairs,
where Ann was waiting on me. She said that Tom was due home any minute
now, and she had several errands for us to run before we dressed for the
evening at "The Club" as she referred to it.
Ann added, "Since you have shown a real desire to retain that enema for
over 4 hours, and not complain too much, I will allow you to relieve
yourself and take a break for a couple of hours. And maybe you can improve
your walking and smoking without all that discomfort in you. Then before
we get dressed to go out, I need you and Tom to run a couple of errands
for me. Now go to your bathroom and let it out, then take your walk."
I was never so glad to hear those words in my life, but I had a hunch,
that it was going to get worse before it got better.
After my blessed bathroom visit, I went back out on the deck and lit
another cigarette and practiced my walking. I did seem to feel more
relaxed and at ease with the movements and smoking gestures since I wasn't
bothered with the bloating, and cramps. But, the corset was still very
restrictive, and my legs were getting tired walking and standing in the
platform shoes. I never knew what a female had to endure to look sexy.
When I finished smoking, I picked up my purse, and went back into the
house where again I noticed Ann was watching me through the window, and
this time Tom was watching too.
Ann said, "She is getting real good at it isn't she?"
Tom responded, "Yeah, she starting to look like a pro all right. A real
slut and whore, she will be a real hit at The Club tonight."
Ann then said to Tom, "I have a list here that I want Heather to pick up,
and then you need to go to the restaurant and pick up our dinner for
tonight."
Tom nodded his head and left the room to get has car keys, and Ann handed
me a list of things to pick up. I looked at the list and saw it was for a
lot of cosmetics all listed by brand name, and color or shades.
Ann said, "Now go get you purse, make sure you have everything in it and
take your wallet so you can pay for all of it."
Tom drove us back to the drug store, we went in and headed for the
cosmetic department. I started to pick up the items on the list, Mascara-
black, liquid eyeliner-black, foundation- peach, rouge- rose, lipstick -
deep red, false eyelashes-black, long and full, eye shadows white and dark
green, eyebrow pencil light brown powder compact light beige. It took
almost an hour to find all those items, and Tom was busy reading the
girlie magazines at news stand. When I had finally picked out every thing,
I went over to the check-out counter, and the clerk gave me a very ogling
look and said, "Will that be all my little maid?"
I started to blush because I had forgotten I was still wearing the maids
dress (sans the apron and hat). By that time, Tom had put down his
magazine and joined me at the counter.
The clerk looked up at Tom and said, "Oh it's you Tom, is this lovely
young lady with you?"
Tom responded, "Yes, but she is no lady, and you know that Jim."
Jim only smiled and said, "I thought so, but I always try to be polite
with customers."
"Well you can treat her like a slut, because that is what we are training
her to be."
As Jim was ringing up the cosmetics, he made the remark, "Well she sure
has the make-up to create the look alright."
I was getting a little embarrassed by this time and wished that Jim would
hurry up and finish the job. As Jim was ringing up the total he asked Tom,
"Does she have any experience in giving oral?"
Tom said, "A little, but she has a lot more to learn."
Jim said, "I can be a very good teacher you know, Tom."
Tom replied with a smile, "Jim, you just want a free blow job don't you?"
Jim responded, "Hey it never hurts to ask, does it?"
Then Tom asked him, "When do you get off work?"
Jim looked up at the clock and told Tom that he would be off in about 5
minutes. Tom looked at his watch, and made a mental calculation and told
Jim that our carry out dinner would not be ready to pick up for at least
20 more minutes and he should meet us at his car out front ASAP. We walked
out to Toms car and I put the sack in the back seat and started to get in
the front seat when Tom told me, "No, stay outside and light up a
cigarette, while we wait. I want you to be smoking it like a real slut
when Jim gets here."
I fumbled in my purse, and finally found the pack of cigarettes since it
was starting to get dark, and my nails made it hard to feel for them. Then
more difficulty to open and fish one out, Next it took a minute more to
find my lighter.
Finally, Jim hurried out to the car by the time I had taken several long
slow drags on the cigarette. Tom motioned him to follow us, and started to
walk around to the back of the store. I followed Tom and at the back
corner of the store the black top ended and the area behind the store was
gravel. I was walking pretty good on the black top surface in my platform
shoes, but started to wobble a bit and loose my balance in the gravel.
Jim started rummaging around in the dumpster for a minute and pulled out a
cardboard box and flattened it out saying, "We don't want to ruin her new
stocking do we?" He dropped it on the ground behind the dumpster, and
motion me to get down on my knees. Jim lost no time in getting around in
position in front of me. I never saw a man get his pants unzipped so fast
in my life!
Tom then ordered, "Get to work slut, we don't have all night." I slipped
my mouth over his cock and went down all the way on it an held it there
for a minute while I worked my tongue around it and sucked real hard.
Immediately I felt his member start to swell up and fill my mouth. It
wasn't as big as Tom's, but it still was a mouthful. Jim must have been
very horny and in need of relief because it only took about 2 minutes
before he stiffened up and his cock started to throb, gushing a huge load
in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could and was able to keep it from
dribbling down my chin.
As Jim was buckling up his pants he said, "That was the best blow job I
ever got."
"Jim, you once told me the worst blow job you ever got....Was just
terrific," Tom said, with a big grin on his face. Jim thanked Tom for the
loan of his slut, and said if she ever needs more training, bring her
back.
We walked back to the car and drove to the restaurant where Tom went in
and pick up our dinner and sped back home. Ann had the table set, and we
sat down and had a lovely dinner while Tom told Ann about our trip behind
the dumpster.
Ann said, "You really know how to train a slut don't you Tom?"
He responded, "Yes, we both have a lot of experience don't we," and
laughed.
Safiya
- 31.01.2022
- 19
- 0
