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Confessions of a Sadist
*MasterN*
There's no doubt about it…
…I've always fallen in love with sluts.
Most of the other trainers don't understand my proclivity for the "bad girls".Put off by wantonness, they would prefer what I call a "debasement of virtue"… seductionand use of innocents that find their way here.
But if I don't hurt the sluts, who will?
It's a very important role I fulfill, making a fallen girl's dark dreamscome true. It's their prison, within the walls of this prison.
Most of my girls know right away who I am, and why I am standing at theend of their leash in such dark, unsettling territory. They give me that lookthrough watery eyes that says, "I'm finally home."
Others have yet to figure this out. Sure…they know that tight shortsand tube tops are what got them here, but they are confused about why tiedelbows and public nudity make their cunts wet. My job is to clear away thoseclouds of confusion, my mission to introduce them to themselves, and I am verypassionate about it.
Our prison for women is just what you'd expect…dark, frightful andvery secluded. Think of it as Roissey without room service.
…or polite invitations.
You'll find a military order to things here. We set new standards for disciplineand cruelty every day. The ladies are brought in from all over…partycolleges, spring break beaches, sometimes its even frustrated parents who bringtheir 18 year olds here, falling for our "Home for Wayward Women" front, hookand sinker. All of them need to be quickly processed and indoctrinated to ourrules and expectations. We sort them by sexual capacity, rather than by ageor physical characteristics. Virgins, for instance, go to block A. SomedaysI will see them led in that direction with their blank, uncomprehending eyes.
* yawn *
Other types fill the remaining blocks…frigid school marms, genderbending athletes and pure lesbians. They all have a promising future as chattelfor the slave markets. But if you ask me, it's a slut who makes the best servant.My coworker would agree; there are too many of these trollops for one bossto handle, so we have those evil processing bitches divide them into two groups.They use one simple rule: any girl with panties on gets them ripped and stuffedin their mouths (my partner gets these), while nymphs caught without come tome with bright red ball gags in place. You might think my partner gets mostof the new clients based on this rule, but you'd be wrong. No matter…aball filled mouth keeps my girls separate until they get their permanent numbers.
All kinds of girls find themselves here…shy lilting waifs or haughty,defiant hellcats. What they all have in common is a healthy, raging libido.I have my personal favorites among these as well. These are the troublesomeones, as if they came straight off the TV talk show stage. These "Girls Outof Control" are done cursing at booing crowds of morons. In me they will findtheir biggest fan, a true admirer of their libidinous ways. Truly, I love thepower of their sexual confidence, and now I'm going to help them focus it inways they'd only fantasized about.
First, we change the way they process physical sensations. Sexually, they'vebeen working overtime, so we'll stroke, pinch, bite and whip every part oftheir bodies except their slobbering cunts. Like a formof blindness, deprivation is great for heightening other sensations.
And it all becomes easier for them once they accept their fate. That seemsto be the case with the latest arrival. She's a striking, curvy brunette withpendulous breasts and pouting red lips. She tries not to make eye contact withme. It's not that she doesn't want to…its that she fears what will berevealed if she does. If that makes sense to you, then you understand whatkind of girl this is.
…gee, do you want a job here?
Her pretty green eyes are already pouring out their tears, painting herface with with beautiful black streaks.
*sigh * I can already feel my blood starting to roil hot. Sometimes theselittle bitches know how to task a sadists self control…or perhaps itwas involuntary?
They think I ignore their cries. After all, I hear little sluts bawlingday and night. But to me, each one makes a unique sound. I recognize this oneright away…and its different from the frantic choking type I often hear.Rather, hers are soft sobs of shame…. And something else…
…relief.
There comes a time in every tease's life when she confronts the truth aboutherself, when her own body betrays attempts at self-control. It often happensas they kneel before me on this cold hard floor, experiencing an erotic kindof epiphany. It leaves them more naked and open to life than the day they wereborn.
Eventually, her cries trail away, replaced by tender whimpers of acceptance.
"Now, that's a good girl" I say, hanging up the single tail. "You aren'tgoing to be any trouble for me, are you?"
Soothing words…coming as a surprise to her. She closes her eyes asthe answer comes…
Her head turns slowly, first to one side..
..then the other.
Ass training starts immediately. All of my girls become "anal sluts",and will eventually have the ability to orgasm this way exclusively. The challengethey face, however, is their lack of experience in this area. I can't blamethem for this shortcoming though. Think about it…would you trustsome young frightened, fumbling punk with this part of your anatomy? Of coursenot.
My current charge is much like the rest, having had nothing more than herown finger twisted up her winking hole. Therefore, I select a number two forthe occasion (for those of you who think I'm referring to golf clubs, leavenow), and lube it up for the journey. I always get an intense reaction fromthe girl when I press the tip against her opening. This one ushers in the plugwith plaintive moans. Not the protesting kind, but low and controlled. If youlisten carefully my fellow sadists, you can hear a smart slut negotiate herbody into acceptance. I urge the plug in, carefully for my novice little tramp.Her moans peak as the wide part of the plug stretches her wide. As it passesthe "point of no return" her ass greedily sucks the rest in. Whenit is seated firmly home, I give her a gentle pat on the head followed by areassuring "Good girl". She sighs, cuz she knows that she is safe.Well, as safe as she can be with a pervert like me.
Think I'm a son of a bitch do ya
Yeah…I get that a lot.
An evaluation of oral skill is next, since we all know every girl is different.Unlike anal, they've all had practice of some sort…whether it's beenwith cucumbers, their mom's dildo, or the real thing. They're being trainedto serve a variety of men, so she gets it all: Brutal, choking mouth fucks,all the way to the tender, sliding tongue stuff. She might have to swallowcum in gulping mouthfuls, or take it served up on the tip of her pink littletongue. It's all part of training designed to make a superior sex slave.
..I do have a reputation to uphold, you know.
The gag finally comes out, releasing her mouth just long enough to gasp "Please…!" beforeI replace it with a meaty cock.
Hmmm…what do you think she was trying to say? Please don't? Or pleasemore? I have my own theory, but I won't spoil things by revealing too muchnow.
Ah yes…captive sluts. I almost pity them at times, the way they workso hard to satisfy me, to bring me to the peak of arousal with such genuineenthusiasm, only to have to suffer for it. I say almost, ofcourse, because I know its what they truly crave. It's a truth I have seenborne out time and time again in the twisted faces and piercing screams ofthese bad girls gone "good", but a "good" that only a sadistcan understand.
What's that…."sick bastard" did you say?
Why thank you…I've been trained by the best.
I would explain all of these concepts to the new girl before me, but itsnothing we both don't already know. Instead, I mutter something about sodomy,and am favored by the most delicious whimpers possible from a full, workingmouth.
Reluctantly, I pull out of this warm moist refuge, leaving it open to hearthe steady entreatments and pleas for "mercy" and "gentleness…soundsthat only make a bastard harder.
The plug has done it's job, and it comes out next, prolonging her beautifulcries.
"Don't fret little one" I soothe, "you'll come to love thisin time."
It may sound like a line from a bad movie, but I can say it with a straightface; especially when I've seen it as often as I have. What's more difficultis to describe to you what it feels like to violate a well-greased butt holelike hers. I am often unsure whether these tight passages are trying to expelme, or hold me fast. My squirming trainee isn't any surer of these things herself,only that my movements preclude an imminent orgasm. I share with her the graphicdetails of my "gift" to her, and that it will be something she cancovet until our next session together.
No sooner have I disengaged from her than I hear a most earnest and sincere "Thankyou, Sir".
Goodness! Maybe I haven't seen everything after all!
I may have to keep this one for myself. Indeed, I've been considering retirementfor some time. And while most of my contemporaries receive a gold watch forfaithful service, a live in slut like this one would do nicely…especiallyif she is as winsome and responsive as this one.
I'll ponder that thought for awhile. In the meantime, I will hang on tothis little angel face with the whore's body, keeping her close by. It's theonly way to see just how much of an old pervert she can take.
Right now she is on hands and knees, nuzzling my leg like a week old kitten.Nice response, think I. I can't wait to see what a month's worth of undividedattention will bring out in her
Yup…that's me alright…
…the brutal, cunning, twisted owner of the latest slave slut in training…
and I think we're falling in love already.
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