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THE TRAINING OF SLUT HEATHER
OR MY WEEK-END OF SERVITUDE AND HUMILIATION
CHAPTER V THE FLOODING BEGINS PUNISHMENT TIME
Saturday Morning we slept in a little latter than usual, since we were out
rather late the night before. After serving Ann and Tom their breakfast in
bed, Tom dressed and left for his rounds at the hospital. He reminded me
to "Call Lolita" (the waitress from the club last night), and take my
"Little purple pill." After taking the serving tray down to the kitchen, I
took my "medication". I didn't know what it was, but did suspect that it
was a female hormone as the druggist had implied. Then I called Lolita.
After a short "Get acquainted chat," I invited her to our party Sunday
morning and gave her the details, and address, and just before hanging up
she said I still want you to "eat me."
I said, "I will and maybe more!"
She giggled and said, "I can't wait, honey," and hung up.
Ann came down to the kitchen as I was finishing cleaning up the dishes, to
get a refill in her coffee cup. Ann took a sip of her coffee, and said,
"Heather, when you finish putting up the dishes, come up to my bedroom, it
is time for you to experience a 'heavy flow' day."
I wasn't quite sure what that meant, but knew that I wasn't going to enjoy
it. When I went into her bedroom, there was the dreaded IV stand sitting
close to her bed, and a white cart next to it with a large pitcher like
container, the douche powder bottle, a bottle of vodka, small bottle of
green soap, vial of red dye, and several other containers that I could not
make out. Nurse Ann came out of her bathroom, dressed in an erotic version
of a nurses white uniform that showed plenty of cleavage, the skirt part
was so short that there were white garters peeking down below the hem line
that held up her white back seamed stockings, and 4" spiked high heels.
When she heard me come in she turned around and put her hands on her hips
and told me to undress.
I kind of blushed and said, "Everything mistress?"
And she demanded "Everything!" I did as I was told, laying all my clothes
and pads on a Ottoman setting in the corner of the room.
While I was undressing, Ann reached down to the bottom shelf of the cart
and pulled out what looked like a leather bra, with cups no larger than
"A" size, that had holes cut in the center of each cup. Gingerly she
handled the straps of the bra straightening them out and arranging them
properly. She reversed the bra so that I could see the inside of the cups.
There I saw a pattern of several dozen needle points about 1/8 of an inch
long arranged in a pattern starting from the center hole and spiraling out
to the outer edge of the cups. I let a loud gasp, and asked, "What is that
for?"
She said that is to create tender and aching breast's like women have when
they are in the heavy flow stage of their period. She gently laid the bra
out on the bed and reached down to bottom shelf again and brought up a
pair of what resembled alligator clips (I recognized them since they
resembled some that I had used to temporarily hook up some accessories to
my computer), but each clip was attached to a length of small chain.
Again I gasped, "Oh no, what are they for?" (knowing full well where they
were going).
"These are to sensitize your nipples and take your mind off the achy
breast, bloating, cramps, and inner irritation that women suffer from each
month."
By this time I was completely undressed and Ann motioned me to come
closer. She turned me around until I was facing away from her. She picked
up the bra and slipped the straps over my head and laid them across each
shoulder, and gently positioned each cup to center the hole over each
nipple. After a couple adjustments to properly align the chest straps and
cups, she pulled one strap back and threaded the mating strap into the
buckle and pulled it firm against my body. I let out a loud gasp and
started breathing in shallow panting so as not to expand my chest too
much. Next she adjusted the shoulder straps until she had the bra
perfectly adjusted to my body and the holes centered right over my
nipples. Then she cinched the chest strap a notch tighter, and not so
gently patted each cup with her hand causing sharp pains every time she
touched the cups. I was in a very distressed feeling of aching and sharp
stabs of pain.
She inspected her handy work and said, "That will do for now, at least
until you get acclimated to the needles, then I will make another
adjustment!"
I cried, "I don't think I can take it any tighter!"
She responded, "You can, and will sweetheart, until I am done with your
treatment. Now, go over and lay down on the bed," she added and pointed to
the area where there was a large absorbent pad spread out similar to one
used to change babies diapers.
I eased myself down on the bed because any sudden movement forced the
needles to prick my breast even deeper. Ann picked up the large pitcher
like vessel from the cart, and went into the bathroom. I heard water
running for a few minutes then the splashing of water into pitcher, I knew
she was filling the pitcher with very hot water. She returned to the cart
and added 3/4 cup of vodka into the pitcher and informed me she was using
vodka since it took less volume than wine to achieve the same results, and
would not cool the water down too much. Next she added 2 tablespoons of
the powdered douche, 2 teaspoons of the green soap and several drops of
the red food dye. She picked up the other vials and read the labels and
finally selected one and put several drops into the pitcher, and stirred
the ingredients vigorously for a minute or two and sighed, "I think it is
ready for you, then flashed me a big wicked smile.
She picked up a strange looking pillow that had a big "U" shape depressed
in the center, and told me to lift up my ass very high. Using my elbows
and feet, I arched my back as high as possible, while she slipped the
pillow under the small of my back, leaving my ass off of the bed about 4
inches. Next she retrieved from the cart a latex glove and tampon, and
unwrapped the envelope slipped on the glove and smeared KY on the tampon
with her gloved finger. She added more Ky to her finger, and came over to
my side of the bed with her KY finger held up on one hand and the tampon
in the other. She stopped for a minute to let me see that she was ready
(and prolong the suspense, with a wicked smile) and then said, "Are you
ready for your flooding to begin?"
I responded, "Please Mistress, don't do that horrible thing to me again!"
"Honey, we haven't done anything quite like this before, I assure you. You
will remember this afternoon for a long time I promise you," she added.
She reached down with the hand holding the tampon between her fingers, and
with the side of her hand cupped my balls and sack, and lifted them out of
the way while she slipped her Ky dabbed finger into my ass. After a few
strokes and wiggles, she removed her finger, and inserted the tampon as
far and deep as she could before pushing the plunger and releasing the
tampon even farther in me. She slowly pulled the applicator out, and
gently pulled the string up and out of the way. I watched her return to
the cart to get the pitcher with a dreadful feeling that I was about to
suffer a lot. She poured the contents of the pitcher into the enema bag,
and barely got it all in and not overflow the bag. It had swelled up to
almost the size of a basket ball and I thought sure I saw steam coming
from the open top.
She held the long vaginal nozzle over the pitcher, tilted up a little and
evacuated the air from the tube and nozzle until several drops oozed out.
With a loud click she shut off the flow, and rolled the IV stand over
closer to my side of the bed. Again she lifted my balls and sack up to get
a good view if the spot where the string was exiting my ass and slid the
nozzle into me part of the way. Again like she had done in the past
treatments, she opened the valve a little and let enough of the solution
to seep in until the tampon had softened and swelled up. I could feel the
tampon getting bigger in me, and the warmth of the water. This started me
breathing a little heavier, which in turn increased the discomfort on my
breast's. Then she eased the nozzle in a little farther, and moved it
around a little until it entered my inner sphincter muscle, then pushed it
all the way up in me.
I heard the click of the nozzle as she opened the valve a little more, and
explained, "I will let you get accustomed to the solution, before the
flooding really increases!"
I started to gasp and breathe heavier despite the pain it caused on my
chest.
Ann asked in a quizzing voice, "How does that feel my dear?"
I responded, "Oh Mistress, it is making me feel awful, please stop the
flow, at least for a few minutes."
Ann responded in an instructive voice, "Heather, a woman can't stop her
period just because it is causing a little discomfort."
"You will just have to suffer and bear the total anguish of God's bane on
womanhood dear." With that remark she reached over and clicked the valve
open another notch, I could feel the liquid draining in a little faster
since the temperature of fluid was getting much warmer, and causing
increased waves of cramping, and I was feeling like I was bloated like a
balloon. But, the bag was only half empty, and I felt like I had to get
relief, so I begged, "Please Mistress, I can't take any more!"
Ann looked at me for a long minute and I guess she saw the desperation on
my face, and said, "Alright, I will slow it down for a little while, just
because I want you to take it all and hold it until you feel the full
effects of the solution."
I was thankful when I heard two clicks of the valve and the warmth started
to subside, but the cramps and bloating still persisted. Since I wasn't
feeling the pressure of the water mixture going in me, I started feeling
the irritation of the douche, the aching of my breast's, and the effects
of the vodka. For the next 10 minutes, Ann busied herself with taking my
temperature, blood pressure, and heart rate, then feeling my forehead,
what for I didn't know, I only know I felt better knowing she was
concerned about my health.
By the time the last drops of the enema had drained out of the bag the
pressure and cramps was really getting worse. She removed the nozzle and
exclaimed, "That was two quarts that you took, very good for your first
time honey, now you must hold it for an hour!"
I was in near shock since I felt that I couldn't hold it for another
minute. I really tried to stick it out, but a strong wave of cramping hit
me, and I involuntarily relaxed my sphincter muscle, and a small volume of
the liquid squirted out and soaked into the absorbent pad. I screamed and
jumped up and ran for the bathroom with one hand held over my bottom hole.
Ann yelled at me to hurry before I made a mess on the floor. That little
squirt was like opening the floodgates once it started, there was no
stopping it at least until half of it had shot out of me and into the
toilet, where I was thankfully able to make before I made another mess on
the floor. I spent a full 15 minutes expelling the intoxicating fluid
before I felt as normal as one can while wearing a needle encrusted bra
tight against my chest. I did notice that during my elimination that there
was considerable amount of solid matter mixed in, and realized that I had
not had a bowel movement since Thursday night's first period experience.
All of the other events had been retained so long that I and absorbed most
of the fluid and only released the tampons and a few ounces of liquid.
As I returned to the bedroom I moaned, "I'm glad that is over."
Ann retorted, "Bitch, it only has started since you disobeyed me and
aborted the treatment before I told you to. Now you will have to start all
over again, but this time with a more irritating formula, larger volume,
warmer temperature, and longer retention, say 75 minutes!"
I pleaded with her that I couldn't take all that and she said, "You can
and will, just trust me."
I noticed that she was standing next to the cart with her arms folded
across chest, and a very stern look on her face. I shirked back a little
bit and sobbed, "Please Mistress, don't make me endure that horrible
treatment again."
Ann demanded, "Get your slutty ass back over here and face away from me."
I did as instructed, and she tightened the chest strap another notch,
causing me to winch in pain, and I screamed out, "That really hurts
Mistress."
She just answered, "That is what I meant for it to do, so quit crying and
learn to accept the inevitable without whimpering and crying like a baby.
Now go over there and lay down in the middle of the bed, over the triple
layer of adsorbent pads I put down for you."
I eased myself onto the bed with a great deal of effort trying not to
expand my chest any farther than I could help. I felt that those needles
must be embedded deep in my breast and puncturing the skin. I could only
imagine that my breast's would look like a bloody mass of hamburger, if
and when she ever took it off of me. I positioned myself on the "U" shaped
pillow again, and tried to get as comfortable as possible.
Ann reached down to the bottom shelf of the cart again and pulled out
several hanks of rope and said, "Now, you won't be able to relieve your
self until I let you up."
And with that remark she started tying my wrists to the head end bed
posts. Then she went to foot end, and tied the rope around my ankles, but
instead of tying the ropes to the lower part of the bed post, she was able
to tie them up to the top of the posts which caused my feet to be about
two feet above my head. Since their bed was an oversize king bed, I was
spread eagled, about as wide as I ever felt was possible. Ann started to
mix the dreaded solution starting with the extra hot water, and a full cup
of vodka, three tablespoons of powdered douche, three teaspoons of green
soap, and more than a few drops of red dye, and several drops from both
unknown vials on the cart. She repeated the process of inserting the
tampon, starting the flow of solution, but this time she kept the flow to
a slow trickle. She said that the previous flow was too fast for the water
temperature, and this should help me retain it better.
Even though the flow was slower, the cramps, and bloating soon returned,
and soon after the irritation in my bowels started up causing me extreme
discomfort. But, since the flow was much slower, the increased pressure,
bloating and cramps took much longer to develop, and by the time the bag
was nearly empty, I was not in as much distress as the first time. But
then Ann did something strange, she clipped the valve shut just before the
last vestiges of the solution had drained out of the bag.
She said, "I told you that this would be a larger volume, but I will wait
for this to take full effect first, then add more. By shutting off the
valve at this level in the bag, I can add more without inducing air
bubbles into your bowels. But first, we need to increase the sensation of
your breasts, then I have a job for you to learn to do."
She lifted up the alligator clips and held them close to my face so that I
could see how menacing they looked. I cringed again and whimpered, "Where
are you going to put those things?" Without a word she opened one of them
and snapped it onto one of my nipples that was protruding through the hole
in my vicious feeling bra. I yelped out loud, but that didn't stop her
from repeating the process on my other nipple. Then she lifted the chain,
and gave it several light tugs, which caused me to yelp several more
times, then she jerked a little harder, and it felt like a white hot
needle had pierced my nipple and I screamed louder.
She just smiled, and said, "That should take your mind off the cramping
and bloating for a little while honey. Now I have a chore that you are
going to learn to do like an expert. Now I want you to pay close attention
to what I tell you, and remember the exact technique. Is that clear?"
Not knowing what she was alluding to, I instinctively said, "Yes Mistress,
if it pleases you." With that she stood up, reached behind her back and
unzipped her nurse' uniform and pulled it off, and unsnapped her bra and
let those beautiful breast's loose, and then pulled off her panties.
"Now," she said, "I am going to teach you the proper way to eat a girls
pussy, so listen closely and do exactly as I tell you."
With that said, Ann crawled up on the bed and over to where I was spread
eagled and proceeded to straddle my face. I looked up and while feeling
like I was in hell, I thought I was staring into Heaven. She said, "First,
stick your tongue into my cunt."
I stuck out my tongue, and she eased down on it until I couldn't breath,
so I hurried up and pushed my tongue as deep as possible into her pussy
hole. She instructed, "Now move it in and out, that is it, now slide your
tongue forward and up until you feel my clit. Ah, yes, that is it, right
there, oh yes," she moaned. Next she told me, "Flick your tongue over it
slowly by drawing your tongue back away from it then flick your tongue up
against it very fast. Ah, this is it... yes... again... honey, faster, oh
...yes, yes!" Then she moved her ass forward some until her ass cheeks
were over my mouth, a moaned, "Now stick your tongue into my rosebud, and
ass fuck me with your hot tongue. Yes, that is it, deeper if you can."
I strained as hard as I could to push my tongue as far into her rectum as
possible. Then she urged me, "Now move it in and out real fast...that is
it ... Oh. That feels good, keep it up, Honey ...Yes, Yes, that' so hot!
Now do my cunt again."
All this time I am trying to do exactly as she told me, while trying to
breath between her movements. Then she repeated the cycle, with me probing
her cunt with my tongue, licking up and down her slit before flicking her
clit slowly, until she swooned again and moaned with ecstasy, "Yes, now
you've got it Honey, keep that up, while I enjoy the sensations you are
creating!"
She kept moving backward while I made love to her cunt, then her clit,
then she would slid forward until her ass was over my mouth, and then
press down to get the maximum penetration from my tongue. She kept doing
this for about ten minutes before she started to moan again. Then she
pulled on my nipple chain until I let out a loud AAArgh. She really
started moaning and whispering, "Yes, Yes,....faster, ...Oh God yes,
......faster.... flick a little lighter now,.... Yes, Yes, .... now,
faster, ...oooooh, YES, Yes," she shouted and started to tense up and
shudder all over her body, pulling tighter on my chain causing me to
scream again even louder, then she let out a loud, "OH God YESSSS!"
She sat there on my face for several seconds pushing down so hard I
couldn't move my tongue or breath. Then she said very sweetly, "That was
fantastic, Honey, especially when I made you scream, that really made my
orgasm so intense!" She rolled off my face and lay beside me panting and
gasping for breath.
After a few minutes she calmed down and slid off the bed, and said, "Now I
need to continue your flooding period, with a little more volume, and
added discomfort." She picked up the pitcher and went into the bathroom
again, ran the tap water for a long time and returned with the pitcher,
and a little device in her other hand. She set the device down on the
night stand next to a little wicked lamp that I had not noticed before.
She emptied the pitcher into the enema bag, and pulled the IV stand closer
to the bed. She clicked the valve open to a trickle.
Immediately I felt the hot burning sensation enter my insides, and moaned
loudly, "Ow, that is burning!"
She only said, "I meant for it too!"
Then she picked up the devise that she had brought in and held it up for
me to see. It looked like a printers lead type in a very large font, with
a wooden handle attached to it. I couldn't see what the type face looked
like, but it was about a two inch square block and had a raised figure on
it. She picked up a lighter and lit the little lamp and said, "This is an
alcohol burner, it doesn't leave much soot on an object put in it like a
candle does, and it burns much hotter."
She sat down on the edge of the bed, next to the table, and started
playing the metal block over the flame, all the while she had her other
hand between her legs and rubbing her pussy. I couldn't take my eyes off
her gorgeous naked body and watching her titties bounce as she stimulated
herself with her finger. Every now and then she would take the block out
of the flame and touch it to a folded tissue, then place it over the flame
again.
By this time the bag was almost empty, and my bloating was worse then
before, and I was really feeling the effects of the vodka, and the other
nasty things she had mixed up. I started crying to let me up, but Ann just
ignored me and was watching the flame like she was in a trance, and
fingering herself even faster. Finally, she pulled the block out of the
flame, touched it to the tissue, and instantly a wisp of smoke curled out
from under the block. Ann smiled, and started breathing heavier and
moaning a soft AHHH while she returned the block to the fire to replace
the heat that was lost on burning the tissue. She removed the block from
the flame and slowly rolled over on her stomach, and crawled over to me
and propped herself up on one elbow with the block between her fingers and
her other hand held between her legs. She held her face real close to my
crotch, and slowly lowered the block to my crotch, just above the base of
my cock.
She cooed real soft, "I love the feel of a crotch shaved as smooth as a
babies ass." And with that she pressed the searing hot block into my
crotch.
"EEIEEOW," I screamed as loud as possible, before passing out.
The next thing I remember, was Mistress Ann holding something under my
nose that was taking my breath away every time she waved it under my nose.
It cleared my head, but the pain was aching in my crotch area, and I could
feel that the absorbent pad under my ass was wet. She said, "I am glad you
survived that little ritual honey, it looks so bright and clear down
there," pointing to a red blotch on my groin.
I was able to lift my head up and see what she was pointing to, a large
capital block letter "A" branded into my crotch. As Ann was removing the
nozzle, and then the ropes, she said, "Honey, I really loved the way you
took the punishment I dished out to you. You gave me the best orgasms I've
had in months, dear. But, I need at least one more, but latter, we need to
get you cleaned out."
She unclipped the alligator clips for my nipples, and the pain shot
through them instantly as the blood started to return and caused me to
yell again. Ann just smiled at my screams like it was music to her ears.
It was then that I realized Ann was a sadist, capable of being a sweet
caring, sexy lady one minute and a cruel pain giving bitch the next.
After taking off the diabolical bra with the needles, she sent me in the
bathroom to relieve myself. Later, I came dragging out of the bathroom
exhausted and hurting all over my body, my breast had a deep reddish color
all around, and had dozens of dents embedded into the skin, but none of
them had pierced the skin. Ann sat me down on the edge of the bed and
gently sprayed a antibacterial onto my branding that must have had a
anesthetic in it, as the pain slowly dulled to a mild ache. She put a
bandage over it, and handed me a night gown and told me to go back to bed
and take a nap since I had a grueling morning, and we would be out late
that night. I didn't argue with her and eased my way back to my bedroom,
and fell instantly asleep. I suspect the vodka and the stress of the
branding, was more than I was used to.
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