FACT!  by JMC                                                                             


 She awoke to the sound of a key entering the lock of the metal cage door. She wasn't sure which one of 
them it was, but she had learned by this time not to try to remove her blindfold. Two hours in the black 
latex encasement hood, while being forced to ride the Japanese wooden pony had broken her of that 
disobedience. She thought her pussy would be allowed to rest after being so roughly pressed against the 
wooden plank of the pony for such a long period. Her hands chained above her head, while she strained on 
tip-toes to keep her weight from pressing her crotch hard onto the edge of the wooden board that was 
mounted between her legs. She shuddered slightly at the memory. She was learning.
  She felt the hands unchain her leather wrist-cuff bound hands from the night chain. "Good morning 
number three". It was the voice of the Master.
"Did you sleep well, pretty slave?"
She knew better than to say anything about the soreness of her buttocks, and the dildo strapped inside her 
all night making her sleep a little uncomfortable. She knew that would not be showing proper compliance 
and appreciation.
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir" she replied.
"Good. Stand up. Turn around and face the bed. I suggest that you don't forget to keep your legs spread 
wide."
  She had been trained to keep her thighs open at all times, unless directed to close them. To not do so, 
would hinder freedom of access to her most intimate parts, and would also be exhibiting modesty. Neither 
of which were tolerated to any degree, and always resulted in swift, harsh punishment to correct and train 
her.
"Yes, thank you Master."
"Now bend over and put your hands on the bed."
The bed was actually more of an iron cot with a mattress on it. It was pushed against the black concrete 
wall that she was chained to each night that she wasn't required to spend in the chamber of Master or 
Mistress. Sometimes she was chained at night in the cell of one of the other female slaves for lesbian sex 
training. She was never sure where she would find herself during the night.
"Your ass shows the marks of a well worked slave, number three. It's time to now to remove the dildo from 
your pussy."
The dildo inside of her had a small metal ring fixed to the butt end of it. The ring fit through a slot in the 
leather strap pulled firmly between her legs. The strap was attached to a leather belt around her waist. As 
the Master spoke to her he pulled slightly back and forth on the dildo ring, causing the stiff rubber cock 
dildo to move around inside her. She blushed as he did this, but remained obedient. She could feel her 
juices starting up again between her legs. Wearing the cock-dildo all night had kept her in a constant state 
of low-level arousal.
  The Master reached under and detached the leather strap from the front of the belt, pulling it through her 
legs and flipping it onto her back. Then he grabbed the dildo ring with his thumb and forefinger and slowly 
pulled it out. When he got to where just the head of the seven-inch cock was still inside her, he stopped and 
held it there.
"Now fuck yourself slave. Move your ass back and forth on the cock, and I mean the entire cock."
She blushed deeply at his words. This was just her first week here, and she sometimes still felt 
embarrassment.
"SMACK,SMACK, SMACK!" The Masters hand came down hard on her ass.
"Now slave!"
The Masters hand stung her already sore ass, as his voice jolted her into obedience. At once she slid herself 
back, impaling herself again on the dildo.
"Back and forth, number three."
She humped her ass back and forth, fucking herself on the cock-dildo that the Master held still in his hand. 
He watched her intently.
"What do you say number three?"
"Thank you…..M-Master…" she gasped.
"You like that in your pussy, don't you slave?"
She could feel her face flush with embarrassment at his words. Hearing the wet squishing sounds of her 
pussy as she fucked herself. 
"Y-Yes sir….Thank you sir"
"Are you ready to come slave?" 
"Almost…M-Masterrr" she grunted.
"Good" he replied. "Now…..Stop!"
She slowed down, squeezing the dildo inside of her. 
"SMACK!" His hand stung her ass even harder than before, sending waves of pain/pleasure through her.
"Stop, slave!"
Panting, on the verge of cumming, she stopped. She knew she'd be in trouble for not stopping immediately.
"You will be corrected for that slave, in a moment. But first, kneel in front of me. Now!"
She turned around and went to her knees, making sure she kept her thighs wide apart.
"It is time for your feeding", he said. "An opportunity to show your appreciation and gratitude"
He bent over her and secured her wrist cuffs together, behind her back. He unzipped his leather pants and 
pulled out his firm cock. Grabbing her by the hair at the back of her head, he pulled her up until her still 
blindfolded face was directly in front of his cock. 
"Open your mouth." He said.
She opened and he pulled her head to his cock.
"Suck!"
She sucked her Masters cock deeply, as he held her by the long hair on the back of her head. Back and 
forth, back and forth, she sucked passionately, knowing it was better to do a good job then not. She badly 
wanted to taste her Master's cum. She wanted to cum badly, herself.
After a few minutes, he could feel his orgasm rising up from his balls. He shot a couple of  times into her 
mouth and then pulled out, finishing on her face.
"You will wear my cum on your face until I say otherwise," he said.
She felt the flush of embarrassment rise in her face again, and she was so wet she could barely take it.
"Thank you, Master," she said.
"Now stand up. On your feet, number three."
She did as she was told, making sure she kept her legs apart.
"Arch your back a bit, breasts out!" he commanded. "Spread your legs wider."
She obediently scooted her feet farther apart.
"Excellent," he said. As the Master started to speak again he walked over to the side wall, getting a long 
flogger with many thin leather strands. He spoke in an even and firm tone.
"You have been taught that your will is no longer yours. It is now an extension of either my will, or the will 
of your Mistress. I can tell by your display with the dildo that you haven't learned that yet, though. So you 
will be corrected with punishment. If you are receiving penetration training, or any other training, and you 
are commanded to stop, you will stop. You will stop immediately, and without hesitation. If you are 
commanded to start, you will start. You will start immediately, and without hesitation. Because you used 
your pussy to be disobedient, it is your pussy that will receive punishment. We'll start with thirty from the 
cat."
  With that the Master swung the first stroke up between her legs, stinging her flesh. 
"Whap!"
She flinched.
"Hold your position, number three."
"Whap…..whap….whap….whap.."
She tried very hard to hold her position as the leather tendrils stung her pussy and everything else between 
her legs within its reach.
"Whap….whap….whap….whap…whap…whap…"
She felt herself starting to pant. "Must hold my position" she thought.
"Whap…whap….whap…"
 She bit her lip and tasted the cum that was still on it.
"Whap….whap….whap…whap…whap…."
She could feel her thighs starting to tremble a bit.
"Hold your position," said the Master again.
"Whap….whap…."
"How many is that number three?"
"Uhh", she grunted, "Twenty, Sir." She had already learned to keep count. She never knew when Master or 
Mistress would ask her for the number.
"Good," he said, "Now turn your knees out a bit, and squat down about six inches for the rest."
In addition to opening her even more for the lash, she would have to mentally submit even more to keep her 
position. She would learn to accept. She would learn to obey. She would learn to keep herself open and 
exposed to the bidding of the Master and Mistress. Her erratic panting grew quicker as she obeyed the 
Master's command.
"Whap….whap…"
"Excellent slave," he said, "reach for it with your pussy. Stick it out!"
"Ohhh," she gasped, as she thrust her sex forward. The cat stung a little more in this position, and her 
humiliation welled up in her as she forced herself to hold her new position. She wondered if she could cum 
from the whip.
"Whap….whap….whap….whap…."
"What number slave?" he asked.
"Whap…"
"Twenty-seven, sir" she gasped.
"Whap….whap….whap!"
"Ohhh", she squealed. The last stroke was the hardest one.
"Good," he said, "and now for the next part of your correction."
He walked over to a wooden cabinet on the wall, and pulled out two alligator clips with small heavy 
weights attached to them. He crouched down in front of her and pulled her right labia down. As he attached 
the weighted clip to her labia, she gave out a sharp quick cry. He pulled down her left labia and attached the 
other weighted clip. 
"Aaaooh"
"Excellent," he said, and stood up to take off her blindfold, some of his cum still glistening on her cheeks 
and chin. She blinked and averted her eyes to the floor as he removed her blindfold.  He attached a chain 
leash to her collar.
"Now I will lead you to your Mistress's chambers. She requires that you service her orally."
"Yes sir. Thank you sir," she replied. She was learning. She knew she needed to show appreciation for her 
training.
He pulled on her leash, and she followed, walking cautiously as the weights sung between her legs.