The Farmer Gets A Wife, Chapter 5; A Day Of 'Rest'? free porn video

DAY 5 BILLY The first thing that I noticed when I awoke the next morning was that for the first time since I had been kept down here I hadn't been left chained to the bed overnight. There was no collar on either, maybe he had forgotten, maybe he was testing me or maybe he was giving me a little more freedom? Whatever the answer was it would make no difference to the way that I would behave; the door would no doubt be locked and even then where would I go and more importantly I knew that my whole room was covered with CCTV. There was no point in trying to escape or attempt anything else foolish; if it went wrong it would surely earn me at least a couple of days punishment? The second thing that I noticed once I was fully awake was his strong masculine smell still lingering just under my nose. And then I remembered just how last night had ended and realised that it was the vile aroma of his sperm that had dried to my face that I could still strongly detect. I remembered with shame and embarrassment having to look up at him as he sat astride my face and ejaculated several thick streams of his horrid spunk all over my face. I remembered that I had been forced to watch his disgusting brainwashing type porn movies with his sticky cream still on my face. And I faintly remembered being carried to my bed later on when the cannabis cake had rendered my legs almost useless. He had left me wearing the clothing that I had been wearing for him when he had so brutally abused my mouth and I had soon fallen asleep Knowing that I was quite possibly being watched at this very moment I was very careful in my following actions; I got up and walked in a girly manner towards the bathroom. I quickly undressed, sat down to pee like a girl then washed my face before having a nice hot refreshing shower; symbolically washing that bastard off my body! I had only just finished drying myself and slipping on the little satin gown when with his usual 'coincidental' timing he came walking through the door bearing a tray of food for me. "Morning sissy," he boomed quite happily. "Morning sir," I dutifully replied. He made a little a small talk about the weather and how cold it was getting and that winter would be here soon, etc while I ate my breakfast of cereal, toast and jam with a cup of hot tea. Then he told me, "You won't be seeing much of me today sissy, I have work to do in the morning and in the afternoon I have to drive into the village to pick a couple of things up." "You won't be chained when I go out although of course the door will remain locked; you have the freedom of your room but there is no way that you can get out." "Even if you did; you would never get passed the dogs and it's a long way over the moors to any kind of civilisation. So best you just relax and spend the day usefully." He didn't need to keep telling me how hopeless my predicament was; I was fully aware that escape from here was all but impossible. Just when I was thinking that I was to have a full day on my own to just sit here and try and forget about things for a while he informed me of what he had meant by 'spending my day usefully' "I will leave you now sissy, I will be back at lunchtime; here is a schedule for you for this morning and remember I have you on camera at all times and will be checking to see if you are complying." He handed me a list, firstly it said 10pm, practice make-up for an hour; before I had a chance to read more he stood up and said, "It's almost 10pm now sissy, get to work I will see you later." With that he got up and left, locking the cellar door behind him; this was the fifth day that I had been with this fucking pervert and the fourth morning that I had awoken in this cell. I had never in my life spent so long stuck in one room and longed for the day that I would get out; if I had known the price that I would have to pay for being allowed out I may have opted to stay where I was? I sat in my short satin gown by the dressing table and spent the next sixty minutes applying, removing and re-applying make-up as I had been instructed. It was obvious that he would expect me to try my best and would want to see my make-up done as neat as I could; I dare not anger him! After an hour my face looked as feminine in the mirror as I could possibly make it; and to be honest I shocked myself with just how convincing it looked when I made the effort. I moved onto his second instruction, 11am, pick something pretty to wear and practice walking and posing so that I can see you on the camera. Of all the humiliating things that he made me do or say the thought of having to pick my own clothes for his amusement was the one of the worst. Even though it involved no pain or actually abuse it was the mental side of it that cut me the most. The thought of having to make myself look pretty and sexy like a woman for another man removed all my dignity and self respect. I looked in the wardrobe and drawers through the collection of his ex- wife's things that he had left down here for me and selected a few things that I hoped would be sexy enough for him yet not too slutty! As I put on the black stockings, suspender-belt, bra and panties I could imagine the ass-hole sitting somewhere getting off on my shameful submission. Next I put on a dark red satin blouse, black pencil skirt and black heels and finished off with a bracelet and necklace from the jewellery drawer. I spent the next hour or so practicing walking in the heels, curtseying, etc. Wearing a skirt seemed to change my body language, even the way that I sat down was different I needed to sit with my knees together or legs crossed like a woman if I was not to endure the shame of flashing my stockings and panties. JOHN. I had a lot to do today, firstly in the morning I had to attend to my cannabis plants out in the barn and in the afternoon I had to drive into the village to the post office as the items that I had ordered online a few nights ago had arrived and I would need them for the 'big day' tomorrow. The bitch was going to have a relatively easy day, the last few days she had taken my cock and cum down her throat but today she was getting a day off. This wasn't because I had any compassion for her, far from it, my reasons were purely selfish; I wanted my balls to be bursting with seed tomorrow, it was gonna be the day that we had been working towards all week! She could spend the day learning how she could make herself more girly for me and getting used to the idea of wearing her feminine attire at all times; even when I am not present. I wanted her to learn, to be conditioned into behaving like a bitch and thinking like a bitch as well as dressing like one. I had been lucky with this one; of all the people that I could have come across the other day this one was just perfect. Not only was she slim and had the body of a young woman she was naturally smooth all over, only above her little clitty did she have any body hair at all. But most importantly for what I had planned for her she was weak, weak physically and weak mentally; a stronger personality would have put up more resistance than this little sissy bitch. If she had shown more fight on the first night I probably wouldn't have thought it was worth the effort, I would have reluctantly had to let her go. But she was weak, she was already broken; I had planned on taking two weeks to train her but she was almost ready now after only five days as my guest. Tomorrow she would be allowed to come upstairs and use the rest of the house but first she would have to earn that privilege. The fear of another day of pain like her first day must remain with her although I will only punish her if it was necessary. A good wife must fear as well as love her husband and master and my little sissy will be no different. There would always be the fear of an over the knee spanking for even the most minor of transgressions. She would become my servant, my slave, my maid, my cook, my cleaner, my whore and my plaything to keep me company through the long cold winter. I spent the morning out in the barn tending to my crop; there was more to wholesale cannabis farming than just planting a few seeds and hoping for the best. An important part of producing top quality weed is in the drying as much as in the growing; it was a full time job keeping a rotation of crops growing and drying and delivering to my customers. It was however, very highly lucrative with each crop netting many thousands of pounds. I had invested the money in an electricity generator to avoid suspicion from the power companies and improved my growing conditions to maximise the crop. I had also invested rather a lot in security, so I was quite confident that my little sissy bitch would not be going anywhere. Every so often as I worked in the barn I would take a little break and check up on her. The cameras in the cellar were linked straight to my mobile phone so that I could watch her on my device. I smiled as I watched her repeatedly applying and removing her make-up; practising making herself look pretty for me. And I chuckled aloud as I watched her choosing an outfit and putting it on for me; imagining the mental torment and humiliation she must be going through as she does so. At lunchtime I went back into the house, prepared her a sandwich and a drink and went down to see how my pretty little princess was getting on. Before I entered the cellar I checked on my phone to make sure the dumb bitch was planning anything silly like waiting behind the door for me with a heavy object; surely she wouldn't be so fucking dumb? Of course she wasn't, she was for too weak and scared to risk anything like that; instead she greeted me obediently with a deep curtsey and a "Good afternoon sir." She had chosen her outfit well and I complimented her on it, "What a very pretty little outfit you have chosen for you man, I am pleased with you for taking so much effort to please me." Well it didn't hurt to be nice to the dumb little cunt every once in a while; after all she was gonna to have to learn to endure her life if not enjoy it. What she wanted didn't matter now, only what her husband and master wanted from her is important. I gave her the food and informed her that she would be on her own for the afternoon as I was going to be busy. I left her a list of her instructions for the afternoon along with some notes for her to read and an educational booklet illustrated with photos, cartoons and drawings for her to mentally digest and accept what her future holds entitled; MY HUSBAND, MY MASTER. She didn't know it yet and I wanted to keep it to myself until the last minute but I had big plans for her tomorrow; she was gonna become my wife, she would learn what it is to be the wife of a real man, a superior alpha male. That is why I was resisting the temptation of using her pretty little mouth today; I was saving all my spunk for the big day and the even bigger, longer night! I bid her good bye and delighted in her quick curtsey and reply and after locking the cellar door I headed off to the town to collect the parcels from the post office that I had ordered. BILLY His first instruction was for me to change my make-up and nail-varnish to 'pretty girly pink', as he put in his notes and to get dressed in the outfit of his choosing. This time he was quite specific in what he wanted me to wear which in a way was relief from the demeaning task of having to choose my own outfit of degradation and humiliation. However I'm not sure which was the worse shame and embarrassment, choosing my own or wearing what he chose for me. It was a very short tight bright pink mini-skirt with a matching crop top, a pair of white hold up stockings, with bright pink bra panties and heels. It took me about an hour to get ready and I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a dumb bimbo in my mini-skirt and heels with my longish dirty blond hair. Wearing the heels stretched my calves and legs lifting up my ass in a very provocative way and I began to understand just why women dress as they do. I must admit that it was a little bit unnerving, frightening even to see that once I was fully dressed and made-up I did look quite feminine. And knowing how fast my hair grew I could only imagine that I would look more and more like a woman the longer my imprisonment lasted; if only I had known just how true this would become, it was beyond my darkest imagination! After completing the first of his instructions I continued to the second, it was to, read the contents of the first envelope followed by the instruction to 'memorise to the contents, you must live by these rules at all times and you will be punished for failure to do so. You have one hour to read the contents of the first envelope then you must move on to the second. I opened the first envelope and took out the couple of pieces of A4 paper and began to read. At the top of the page it read, 'RULES FOR SISSY', I instinctively knew that this was not going to be an easy read for me! With trepidation I began to read, my fear turned to panic as I started to see that this cruel bastard had given my 'future' a lot of thought. My eyes darted from one rule to the next as I read them in no particular order. They were designed to further humiliate me and re-enforce my place; I couldn't take believe what I was reading I read them and re- read them in a blind panic. They were something like the following. Sissy shall accept that she is inferior to any REAL MAN, especially her owner. Sissy's opinions, views and conversation will not be required at any time, as sissy's opinions will only ever reflect those of her owner. Sissy will walk in an effeminate mincing ass wriggling manner and speak with an exaggerated high pitched sissy voice at all times Sissy will dress as a woman at all times and will always bear in mind that sissy is dressing to please her man not for sissy's convenience. Sissy will assume a submissive, eager to please demeanour at all times and be ready to worship your superior alpha males cock and balls at the click of his fingers. Sissy will never contradict her owner as he is always right, she will never question him, she will never say no to him and she will always obey him instantly. Sissy must think of and refer to her body parts in the feminine form at all times; she has titties, a clitty, pussy-lips and a vagina. Sissy will be prepared to accept her owners discipline at all times and remember that when he punishes her he does it for her own good to make her a better little sissy wife. Sissy must deport herself in a feminine way at all times in the way that she moves, sits, stands and in every other action; she must adopt the body language of the inferior female. SHE IS 100% FEMALE NOW! Sissy will accept that she has no rights whatsoever and that from now on she is completely dependent on her owner's goodwill for any privileges that he may grant her. Sissy will not make eye-contact with her owner unless he tells her to; she is not his equal and must always remain respectful to him. There were more rules but I struggled to take it all in, there were rules reminding me of the positions, kneeling, standing, etc that he had 'taught' me yesterday. I sat on the bed dressed as a girl, the prisoner of some kind of deranged pervert; my hands were shaking with fear as I held the papers in my hand. I knew that I would have to learn as many as possible in the next hour or so as I was sure that he would test me at some time. It would be difficult as my head was literally in bits; in a futile hope I tried the door but it was locked and even if it wasn't, where would I go! After an hour I moved on to my next instruction which was to open the second envelope, inside was a booklet entitled, MY HUSBAND, MY MASTER. On the cover was an erotic looking drawing of a girl in a wedding dress on her knees. Her hands were held up in front of her and were clearly attached together by a metal chain between her cuffed wrists and she was holding a small bouquet of flowers as if in presentation? I opened the first page and read the introduction. 'Too many young ladies today are under the illusion that they are equal to a man; this is a fallacy. It is nature's way for the female to play a more passive, subservient role to the superior alpha male. This is a training guide for how a woman SHOULD behave in a real man's world; she will learn that there is an inner peace and satisfaction in dedicating her life to her man. A woman should be grateful to be chosen by a man as only by serving him with all her heart and soul can she ever fulfil the potential that a woman should aspire to. That is complete devotion and submission to him and the acceptance that for her he is MY HUSBAND, MY MASTER' I shook my head in disbelief and despair as I opened the pages; it was quite obvious what my kidnapper had in store for me and also quite obvious that there was absolutely nothing that I could do about it. Inside the booklet there were illustrations, black and white pencil sketches of scantily clad women in different positions. There was a chapter on deportment, one on attitude? Another chapter was on discipline; yet another on household duties. Each chapter was accompanied by the illustrations to emphasise each role; in the discipline chapter there were sketches showing the various positions in which an unfortunate wife could be spanked in for any misdemeanours. For some reason the last few pages had been removed; I could see where they had been carefully cut out. Intrigued I flicked to the list of chapters at the front and read with severe growing misgivings the title of the last chapter; THE WIFE'S DUTIES IN THE BEDROOM. My hands were trembling with fear as I could only surmise just what was described in the final chapter. In my naivety I tried to convince myself that it would be just more of what I was already forced to perform for him; just sucking his cock and swallowing his sperm but deep down inside an uneasy feeling that he could possibly want more began to gnaw away at my already fragile state of mind. JOHN There was a simple reason for me having her keep getting changed and re- doing her make-up and it wasn't just for something to keep her busy. The reason why I insisted that she keep changing her attire and make-up is to condition her by re-enforcing her feminisation. I want her to become accustomed to wearing make-up and women's clothes so that it would become natural for her. There was also a very good reason why I had left her on her own to read my rules and the booklet; I wanted her to have the time to read them at her leisure so that she could absorb the lessons and contemplate her future in peace. I drove into the local town, it wasn't much of a place but I only really needed the post office; I could get everything that I needed online and have it delivered here. Obviously due to my illegal occupation I didn't want the postman or any other delivery drivers arriving at my farm so the only option was to do this. After the post office I visited the local chemist to buy in a large amount of lubricant gel. I figured that I would be getting through quite a lot of it over the next few months and my sissy bitch would be grateful for it. I didn't bother however to purchase any condoms; there would be no need for them and besides she was going to be my wife as of tomorrow! Before I set off for home a had a little peak at my mobile phone screen to check on how my pretty princess was getting on back in her room; the beauty of modern technology allowing me to keep tabs on her at all times. She was sat on her bed in dressed like a dumb airheaded bimbo, in pink and white, reading her list of rules with a resigned look of despair and defeat on her face. I could see the papers shaking in her unsteady hand and I could tell that her nerves were getting the better of her; I would remedy that with a large hash-cake later. On the drive home I thought about my plans for my little sissy; I had been doing quite a lot of researching online about the best way to make my scheme become a success. One of the things that I had discovered was just how easy it was to buy female hormones online. They were quite expensive but money was really no object for me; business was booming and she would be worth every penny. I learned from my research that the hormones would after a time affect her body in several ways. They would make her body-fat re-distribute giving her an even fuller ass, she would lose what little body hair she had, her voice would become more effeminate and most importantly she would develop real breasts for me to play with. There were however some side-effects from the pills although as far as I was concerned these weren't downsides, in fact if used to my advantage they were actually upsides. I read that the female hormones would make the sissy unable to get an erection and would eventually lead to their little bits shrinking altogether. Not really a problem for me I thought with a laugh, she wouldn't need that little clitty for anything other than peeing with. Although i would like to grab and squeeze it at times to show the cunt her place it was not something that I wanted to ever see sticking out, she was a girl now, only a man has the right to get a hard cock! The other main side-effect seemed to be the emotional state that it could leave a sissy in; my research told me that quite often the intense intake of the female hormone can make a sissy become very emotionally insecure. She would feel at times like a teenage girl going through puberty, unsure, confused and needy, emotionally dependant on me as the strong man in her life. I had laughed aloud as I had read these supposed downsides; as far as I could see these were distinct pluses'. I would be able to control her mentally as well as physically once she was on them; it was a win-win situation for me. I had ordered the first batch a couple of nights ago but they wouldn't be here until next week; I would start her on them the moment they arrived but I wouldn't tell her what they were, that would be a surprise for her later. She wouldn't know what was happening to her body at first or to her mind? Once I arrived home I checked the parcels to make sure everything was as I had ordered; it was mainly more bondage stuff, a spreader, some slim white leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles with D-rings attached, etc. There were some items of clothing, lingerie, nylons and some new shoes with five inch heels in various colours. Pride of place however belonged to the collar that I had got for her; it was stainless steel, rounded like a hoop with four D-rings at each side and a tight closing mechanism that fastened with a small padlock. It was quite thin as it would not need to be too heavy to serve its purpose and it would not interfere with any other necklaces and jewellery that she would be wearing for me. Once she became my little sissy Stepford wife she will be wearing this collar all the time to remind her of her place and role in life. It would also serve as a fail-safe way of tracing her movements for inside the little padlock I inserted a small tracking device connected to an app on my phone like the security cameras were. It was not a very sophisticated system but it would be good enough; the tracker would tell me how far away from me she was in metres and in which direction she was. The range would only be a couple of kilometres but once that I had given her a little display of it tomorrow I could exaggerate its range and sophistication, the dumb little cunt would not know any better? I thought it only fair to prepare her a small evening meal as I had seen from my constant checks that she had done as she was told. And so about 7pm I took her food down and entered her cell; she responded by jumping up and curtseying and correctly replied to my "Good evening sissy." "I hope that you have spent your spare time wisely young lady and have absorbed as much of the information I left you as your pretty, little, sissy, bimbo airhead will allow." "Don't worry, I have ways of reminding you of them should you need it sissy." BILLY. Even though my head was full of dark thoughts and my heart full of foreboding after my afternoons reading I managed to pull myself together in time as I heard him coming down the stairs and unlocking the door. I jumped up as he entered and responded to his greeting with a deep curtsey and. "Good evening sir." After I had eaten the small meal that he had made for me he told me to get changed for him while he took the used plates and cups back up stairs. He threw onto the bed another pair of white stockings, a white suspender-belt, matching white lacy panties and a short white satin baby-doll that barely covered my panty-clad ass. "Hurry up and get ready sissy; I will be back in ten minutes." I took the opportunity to go to the toilet and not forgetting his rules I sat to pee like a woman should. In a strange way it was beginning to feel natural to use the toilet this way; it would have been impractical to have held up my skirt and stood like a man and besides, I didn't feel much like a man anymore! When he returned I curtseyed to him the prescribed manner; only this time. Due to the shortness of the baby-doll it didn't require much for me to easily expose my stockings and panties to him. In fact I felt totally exposed and vulnerable in it in whatever position I was in. "Sit down sissy," he began. "We need to have a long a calm chat about your future here princess." Once I was sat down on the bed he gave me another one of his home-made cannabis brownies; he knew that the affects of the drug lowered my resistance to him. He also knew that the drug would make my mind more focused on his not so subtle attempts to warp my mind to his way of thinking! "I am very pleased with your progress sissy and I feel that there should be some reward." I couldn't imagine what this ass-hole would consider to be a suitable 'reward' but as far as I was concerned only freedom would be enough for me and right now that was highly unlikely? So I sat quietly on the bed, meekly and demurely as I listened to the rest of his 'chat'. "So as from tomorrow I am going to allow you to come upstairs and have the freedom of the house." Even though I realised that it was only a very small 'reward' I thought it best to show some appreciation. "Thank you sir," I replied meekly. "Of course sissy you do realise that you are going to have to pay for the right to come upstairs; tomorrow you are going to become my wife." I took a sharp intake of breathe but said nothing. "As my wife you will have to perform all the duties of a wife; you do understand that don't you sissy," he snapped, his voice getting a little more aggressive. I hesitated a little too long to answer and was given a slap across my face, hard enough to get my attention although not hard enough to mark me. "Y-y-yes S-sir." My voice trembled in shock from his sudden assault. He grabbed me around my neck with one of his huge, rough hands and pulled me closer to him until his face was only inches from mine. He squeezed a little harder until I feared that he would choke me, he was so close his spittle sprayed my face as he hissed. "I am going to have to trust you bitch but remember one thing; if you fuck with me I will bring you back down here into this cellar and punish you so hard you will think that that first day you spent down here was just a warm up." "DO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW SISSY? Now reply correctly; sissy understands now sir." I could barely breathe let alone talk but I nodded my head as fast as I could and mouthed the words with a faint whisper, "S-s-sissy understands now sir." "If you try to escape, even if you are lucky enough to get passed the dogs and the fence; you can rest assured bitch that I will still soon catch you. That's if you don't die of exposure out there on the hills before I do?" "And if you are ever stupid enough to think that you can over-power me, ambush me or wait behind the door and hit me over the head or something?" "Well," he said as he stood up and picked me up by my throat. "Look at you, you skinny little bitch," he laughed and shook me. "You had better hope that you kill me bitch because if you don't then you can be sure of very, very severe consequences." "Look how easy it is for me to restrain you bitch, I am much taller than you and much heavier; and it's all muscle bitch, not fat; I am much stronger and cleverer than you." It was true he was a big man and I was only slightly built and not very tall; it was easy for him to physically control me and the more my predicament went on it was becoming easier for him to mentally control me. He slapped me again with his free hand and casually tossed me onto the bed as if to emphasise his point? JOHN I had to be a little rough with her tonight, not because the dumb cunt had actually done anything to deserve it but because I needed to instil fear into her if she was going to willingly co-operate for the next day's events. I needed to know that I could trust her to be left alone in the house and only fear would secure that trust. A woman is a very simple stupid creature and they need a real man to give them meaning in live and to truly please a real man a woman must know her place. Even though the silly little girl should feel herself grateful for being chosen by a real man she must also love, fear and respect him and not necessarily in that order? She would find tomorrow's event both traumatic and painful for her and I had to be assured that she would fear my anger even more than she would fear her fate? As of tomorrow she would become my pretty little sissy, Stepford-wife and as her HUSBAND AND MASTER I would expect to use her as any real man would use his wife! It was so easy to grab and hold her, so easy to nearly choke the life out of her with one hand and so easy to throw her down onto the bed like a rag-doll; she lay there with tears in her eyes desperately trying to look anywhere except at me. "You're mine now bitch," I began. "Mine now for as long as I want you or for as long as you please me? If you fuck with me bitch and become more trouble than you're worth I will have no qualms about squeezing your pretty little neck until you stop breathing, feeding your body to the dogs and burying what's left of your bones up there somewhere on the hills." She needed to know that this wasn't some kind of game, this was the real thing and this thing was for keeps. Although I did offer her some incentive as even I realised that to control her properly she would have to have at least a little bit of hope; that by serving me and pleasing me to her best ability would make her life bearable and may one day even lead to her freedom? "But if you are a good little wife you will have plenty to eat, a roof over your head and lots of pretty clothes to wear. And once the winter is over, then who knows, I may even let you go, I may even take you down to the big city myself just like I originally promised you?" "Now only my wife can have the freedom of the house and to become my wife you will have to give your vows to me and promise me your devotion." "Have you ever seen the movie The Stepford Wives sissy?" She shook her head and replied, "No sir." "It's very good sissy, it is almost like a training film for just how a good little wife should behave; I will let you watch it sometime soon." I could see the look of confusion mixed with anxiety on her face and I could see from the glazed look in her eyes that my hash-cake was starting to take effect. I added to her fears by continuing. "Of course sissy I have got a pretty little dress for you big day and tomorrow you are going to spend all morning on your nails, make-up and hair; a sissy girl should want to look her best for her new husband, shouldn't she sissy?" "Yes sir," she whimpered like a beaten dog, or bitch to be more precise? "You will dress like me perfect little virgin bride for your wedding and afterwards you will learn how to become a proper wife." I grabbed hold of her and yanked her to her feet. "Come bitch, time for some more movies," I said as I dragged her to the chair by the television. Her body had become loose and pliable due to the drugs and it was easy to force her into the chair. "Watch and learn sissy," I said as i tied her to the seat. These videos that she would be watching tonight would go much further than the movies that I had so far exposed her to. The ones that she had watched for her first few nights had concentrated mainly on mentally preparing the bitch for her oral duties as that was the role that I had required of her during her initial sissy training. Whereas the movies that she would be watching tonight would be more focused on my other need, I had prepared a four hour long play-list of some of my favourite porn; which I must confess was comprised mainly of sexy sluts in stockings and lingerie getting fucked up the ass! There were some quite intense scenes that would probably scare the hell out of her but it would ultimately be better if she knew exactly just what a husband would want from his wife. Some of the films showed the men climaxing inside the sluts ass with his sperm running out of her gaping hole. A couple of movies showed sluts tied up in various positions and totally at the mercy of the man. Again I wanted her to see that if a real man was set on fucking a cunt then there were always ways in which he could guarantee her compliance. There were scenes of sluts dressed as maids, dressed as secretaries, dressed as housewives, schoolgirls, whores; any outfit to make a slut look fuckable. She would need to learn that the reason a bitch wears a skirt and fancy frillies is so that her man can bend her over, lift it up and pull them down to fuck her, wherever and whenever he likes! I left her in the chair, the cannabis would focus her mind on my collection of porn and her stoned mind would slowly absorb the lessons drop by drop. She would have these sessions regularly until she had become my little brain-washed bimbo; until she had no other thought in her empty little head other than to be my ideal woman! This gave me time to go upstairs and prepare everything for tomorrow; firstly I went to the room where we would have our short 'wedding service'. it didn't take long to put everything in place; I printed out her vows and placed the wedding ring, her new stainless-steel collar and a riding crop as a symbol of my power on the small table at the side. On the floor I placed a small white satin cushion for her to kneel on to heighten her feeling of inferiority and submission. Upstairs in the bedroom I laid out the tools that I would need for her wedding night; she was a virgin and as much as I would have like to have fucked her tight cunt I realised that she may need a little stretching first. There was a small thin smooth vibrator about seven inches long, a slightly larger penis shaped one that I would only use if required and a set of anal beads. There were several types of lubrication as I didn't want to damage my little princess on her first date; including some fruity flavoured ones to make it a little more bearable for what will become her mandatory oral duties after sex. And just to be on the safe side there were several bondage items, wrist and ankle cuffs, chains, a leg-spreader, ball gag, etc; just in case she coy little girly sissy virgin needed to be held in place for her de- flowering? As a further encouragement I left in view the riding-crop, cane, flogger, the electric wand that had caused her so much pain last time and a nasty looking whip to remind her of the alternative? There were a couple of hours left to kill before her special movie series was finished so I had a couple of joints and a whisky while I watched her via my CCTV as she watched her future on the television dressed in her pretty pink. By midnight I could see that she was falling asleep so I went down to the basement and put her to bed; there was no need to chain her to the bed, she was going no-where now!