Coed to Slave--A summer in chains.

Chapter 1

Some people say that a person becomes a dentist because they enjoy giving pain. It is the perfect career choice for the sadist. That may be true in many cases. To me it’s more than that. It’s about control. For the length of time a person is in my chair, they are at my mercy. It doesn’t matter if they are a 300 pound wrestler or a frail woman. They are equally helpless to the Master... Me. Sometimes I have a little fun bringing some macho asshole to a sobbing mess. Equally satisfying is the total bitch that makes people’s lives miserable.  I make sure they are in too much pain to yell at anyone for a few days.

       But those are just ways to pass time. I consider it community service. What I really enjoy is working on a young woman with a beautiful face and body.  Even more important is to find one that displays submissive tendencies. Many women are submissive at heart. They just don’t always know it. But I am also the Master at reading the signs and know how to exploit them.  Many women have no idea of their need and capacity for use of a Master.

       My dental office is attached to my house. Next to it is a sound proof dungeon of my own design.  My dental assistant (required by law) is also my slave.  She assists me in many ways and her silence allows me to keep select patients after hours. Different types of women require different types of persuasion. Women that I could sense were born to be controlled were easy marks and I could do most anything with them and they would be begging to come back.  Those that were not sub or I had no time to train but I wanted to use anyway I might drug.

       But this was all fun and games. My true passion (and lucrative sideline) was finding, training and selling very select women. No, not to the typical human trafficking market that would take nearly any beautiful woman and make her a prostitute somewhere on the planet. These women had to be very special. Some would, if they were lucky, become a true slave to a demanding Master. That would be the best case. Much worse that they would be sold to some sadistic bastard that did not know or care what a prize he had bought.

       My most recent “trainee” practically fell into my lap. One evening I was thinking it was time to find another woman and prepare her for sale. I keep my eyes open for the right type but abduction and a few weeks of training is risky so I make sure the woman I select is worth the time and the risk.

       A knock at my door interrupted my thoughts. I was surprised to see my daughter Victoria. I was glad to see her. Though Victoria is very much a Daddy’s girl, I didn’t see her often since she had been away to college at UCLA. My daughter is a beautiful latin mix. She also has a wicked streak that she no doubt inherited from me. Makes me proud. She knows about my dungeon, though not about my hobby of selling women into slavery.

       We shared a bottle of wine and she confessed she had a favor to ask. It seems a local girl she had grown up with had continued to be her friend but rival at college. She was a spoiled little rich girl that loved to tease men and steal boyfriends though she never seemed to keep one for very long. Her name was Jennifer and she was from Taiwan. It was then I realized just who this girl was. Years ago when she was about 13 or 14, I had put braces on her teeth. Each time she came to my office, as soon as she was in my chair her brashness faded. When working on her braces I could see the sexual flush across her chest above her halter top. I could see the body language in the slightest parting of her legs and the sweet perfume of her arousal was in the air. After the work it seemed all of her responses were “Yes, Sir” in a meek little voice. All signs that her attitude with others was a ruse to hide the fact that she was a true slave and submissive at heart and a prime candidate for my special teaching talents.  She was too young at that time but no longer.

       Victoria wanted me to teach her a lesson. Change her attitude. Show her that she couldn’t control people, with her beauty, but my mind was already way beyond teaching her a lesson to picturing her in collar and chains. My daughter had much of the plan worked out practically handing Jennifer to me on a silver platter. Victoria had arranged for them to take an environmental study trip as soon as classes were out for the summer.  The place was remote and no phone access. Instead I would have her for about five weeks. After that Jennifer was supposed to board a plane for Taiwan. Victoria didn’t know that I planned a much different journey for her friend.

       Victoria and I discussed the plan a while longer and fine tuned it over the remaining weeks before summer break. I told her I would get her a prepaid cell phone to use to call Jennifer shortly before they were ready to leave for the retreat. Later if questioned, she could say when they met up to leave Jennifer had told her she had received an emergency call and said she could not go with her but asked to be dropped off downtown. But what Victoria would tell Jennifer is that was that she had to stop by my place to pick up some money from good old Dad. Later I would get rid of the cell phone and Jennifer’s backpack. No one would ever know where the mysterious call came from. Victoria would tell the people at the retreat about the call and no one would be looking for the pretty little Asian for five long weeks. I could do a lot in that amount of time and even better…  I also had time to plan and anticipate.

       The day finally came and everything was going well. The girls finally arrived. Dressed for the warm weather and a long car trip, they were dressed comfortably and sexy. Victoria was in short shorts and Jennifer was in a mini skirt. Both girls wore halter tops. Victoria with her C cups would draw any mans attention, but my eyes were glued to the young Asian.  The satiny material stretched tight over her smaller breasts and her nipples seemed to grow as I stared.  The sun glittered off her silver hoop earrings. Maybe she remembered me too. Though Jennifer had the pure beauty of her Asian heritage, she had come from Taiwan to the states before kindergarten. Now, truly Americanized, she was a haughty little bitch from what my daughter had told me. I knew though that this was just a façade that I would break her of forever. Perhaps she had even convinced herself that she was superior to men. Sometimes, with proper training, this type of woman made the very best of slaves.

       I told the girls to wait in the office while I got the money for Victoria and that I would be right back. I walked into the next room where I could watch from a one way mirror. There were only two chairs in the exam room. Victoria had immediately sat down in the assistant’s chair and soon after as I had hoped Jennifer sat in the exam chair. I waited only a few moments and walked in I handed Victoria a folded wad of bills and turned to my victim.

       I said “Ahhh, good, Jennifer, I want to see how your teeth turned out since it’s been ten years since your braces. Her tremble was nearly imperceptible. Her nipples instantly grew harder. In almost a whisper I heard her say, “Yes, Sir”. I leaned the chair back a little and told her to open wide. When she did, I slipped a spider gag into her mouth that not only kept her mouth wide open it didn’t interfere with my exam of her teeth and she could no longer talk and she definitely could not scream. Since she hadn’t really seen the gag I told her it was just my new tool for keeping the patient’s mouth open for exams and dental work. She shivered again and nodded.

I looked inside her inviting mouth at her perfect teeth, praising her and my work. When I saw her eyes close I rested my hands on her wrists while still talking. Slight pressure caused the leather cuffs from the armrests to surround her wrists. I quickly snapped them into place. That was it…the point of no return.  Her hands were bound and she could not scream. She was now my captive. Her eyes were wide in shock and confusion that would soon turn to fear. She began to struggle as I took each of her slender ankles and secured them in another pair of leather cuffs at the foot of the chair. I then hit a button and the chair lay back and the foot came up converting completely to a doctor’s exam table. She lay helpless before me. I hit one more button and the bottom of the table began to split. Spreading her legs wider and wider till, though laying on her back, she appeared to be doing a cheerleader’s split.  Painful probably, but a first step behavior modification.  Her red thong panties were now clearly visible under her short little skirt.  Very inviting to be sure but more important this is the position I wanted her in for some of the “procedures” that I had planned for her. I turned to Victoria and said ‘Thank you for this rare gift. Is there anything you want to say to her before you leave?”

       This probably gave the girl her first clue that this wasn’t just a joke. Victoria took her cue. She walked up between our captive’s splayed legs and leaned over her. She looked deep into her wild eyes and said.. “Daddy is going to change that attitude of yours, you little bitch. He’s going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget. I almost wish I could stay and watch.”  Then she leaned in even closer and whispered something  that I couldn’t hear. As she moved away, Victoria reached down and ripped Jennifer’s thong away revealing a very smoothly shaved treasure. As a last thought but only the first of many humiliations she would endure in the next few weeks, Victoria pulled out her camera and snapped a few pictures. I laughed.

       I walked my daughter back to her car leaving the helpless girl alone. I took the prepaid cell phone and Jennifer’s things, then gave Victoria a huge hug and a kiss on the forehead. We gave each other a grin, knowing this was going to be a most interesting summer.

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I was scared.  I would have said terrified, but looking back, I think I was in such shock, that I could not process the situation completely.  The stress of the school year was behind me, and I had joyfully anticipated several weeks away with one of my best friends, Victoria.  We had known each other for years, had shared many happy experiences and even shared boy friends.  And now all I saw was Victoria with a hateful expression on her face, nearly spitting vindictives in my face.  But the last thing she whispered to me so her Dad couldn’t hear is what scared me the most. She had said… "When next I see you, your precious virginity will be nothing but a shattered memory."

I was alone in the office, strapped to the same dentist chair that I remembered as a young adolescent, my mouth propped open with some sort of metal hinge.  Victoria had ripped my thong away, completely exposing my shaved pussy.  I struggled to find some slack in the bindings, to no avail.  I was aware of the moaning, the only sound to escape my dental gag.

“Well, it’s just the two of us now.” Dr. Fernandez’s voice surprised me and my eyes shot open.  I had been lost in my nightmare and my thoughts.  I tried to beg for release, but all that came out was some muffled groan.  “I imagine you have many questions, but we can talk about those later. Right now, we have work to do.  “Oh, what’s this?” and I felt him run a finger or two along my shaved slit.  He held his now wet finger in front of my face, making my humiliation complete.

“I knew it.  I knew it when you were only 13, when I first put on your braces.  I could see it in the flush of your chest, the smell of sexual arousal that lifted above your slightly parted legs.  You love it.  You love the feeling of helplessness, of something begin done to your body without your permission, of being in bondage.”  As he spoke, he held his finger under my nose, and I could smell my own sexual juices.  “..ooooooooooo…” I tried to deny his accusations, but my body, for some unknown reason, betrayed my denial.

“My daughter, Victoria, tells me you are a slut, and this confirms it.  You dress like a slut, you tease boys and girls alike with your sexy body, and you steal her boyfriends and toss them aside, just like a slut.”  Again, I tried to deny his words, “…oooooooooooooo…”

“Well, now you are my slut, to enjoy and to train, for the next 5 weeks.  Your family will not expect any communication from you for this period of time, and Victoria can easily explain your absence at the camp.  My fucktoy for the next 5 weeks. Christmas comes early, Jennifer.”  I just stared at him in disbelief, realizing he was right, there would be no rescue.  I had to look for an opening to escape, that was my only hope.

“Let’s see if we can turn back the clock of time.  I know you loved your braces and there are so many creative things that we can do when your teeth are in bondage.  I still have the dental records of several years ago, so this should be quite easy, at least for me.  You may not enjoy it quite as much as when you were in middle school, but you will quickly remember the erotic feel of metal on your teeth. Let’s get started.”

I couldn’t believe it!  He was going to put braces back on my teeth, my perfect, white, beautiful teeth.  Over the next hour or more, he carefully fitted one band after another onto each tooth, gluing them on tightly.  After a few feeble attempts at protest, I just lay there quietly, helpless.  My pussy had stopped juicing, thank goodness.  I can’t explain why it starts and stops secreting my love juices, but it does and I cannot control it.  The pain in my jaw was becoming intense.  I tried to groan my discomfort, but Dr. Fernandez ignored me.

After the last metal band was glued to a back molar, he spoke for the first time since the procedure began.  “There, done.  All glued solidly to your teeth.  Lovely.  I imagine your jaw is beginning to ache.  If you promise to make no sounds, not one word, not one protest, I will remove the spider gag.  Do you understand?"  I quickly nodded my head in agreement. 

As he released the gag, my jaw muscles nearly cramped and in agony I cried.  Of course, I wanted to plead with him, but I was already thinking of escape. I had to make him think I was docile and obedient.  I twisted my head left and right to relieve the pain, when suddenly I felt his finger entering my pussy once again!  I gritted my banded teeth, to keep from calling out, and just grunted in displeasure.  "Hmmm, dry.  I'm surprised.  Maybe there are only certain kinds of pain that turn you on.  We will have to examine that in the weeks ahead, slut." 

“Weeks ahead…”  Those words echoed in my head and added to my shock.  I had to get away, somehow, someway!

“Let’s finish your treatment, so I can release you from the chair.  Will that please you?”

Even in my despair, I realized the double meaning of his question.  Yes, of course, I wanted to be released from the chair, but if I nodded yes, I was also giving my approval to this so-called treatment.  Still, I saw no sense in saying a word, so I just nodded my agreement.

“Good, good, now you’re getting into the spirit of things.  I want you to open wide, just as you did when you were a young girl, so I can finish wiring your brackets and adding a few enhancements.”  I just stared at this mad man; why would I willingly open my mouth for this nonconsensual invasion of my mouth and body. “Or,” he quickly added, probably seeing my look of rebellion, “I can insert the spider gag again, increasing the opening, of course.”

Again, no choice, so I opened my mouth, quietly groaning in frustration.  Over the next hour, Dr. Fernandez inserted the upper and lower wires, using unbreakable metal thread to tightly tie each to a bracket, one tooth after another.  At first, there was no additional discomfort, but as the number of wired teeth increased, the pressure on my teeth equally increased, and I began to whimper in pain.  And worse;  I knew my pussy was beginning to secrete its nectar and that the mad orthodontist would soon smell my musk.  I shook in anger at my inability to hide my arousal.  Pain and pleasure, I was unable to tell them apart at that moment.

He had not said a word for almost an hour, but suddenly rolled back in his chair, indicating that he was done.  Then he whiffed the air and I knew that he knew and I let out a small cry.  He looked directly into my eyes and smiled, “Ah, just like when you were younger.  Your pussy is giving away your secret.  You may not like agonizing pain, but pain from discomfort or bondage makes you hot, doesn’t it, slut?”

My eyes teared, but I didn’t say a word.  I wasn’t sure I was allowed to talk and I didn’t want to admit my weakness.  “Oh, you are being my obedient slut, by not speaking.  When I ask you a question, I do expect a reply, so answer my question.  Does putting your teeth in bondage make you hot?”

I just couldn’t answer that question, so I just whimpered and tears ran down my face.  His twisted smile faded and he suddenly looked very mean.  He lowered his gaze and I saw him reach beneath my skirt.  The next thing I felt was a terrible pinching.  He had reached within my pussy lips and was pinching the skin near my charged clitty.  I couldn’t help but scream in anguish.  “Answer me, now!” he shouted.

“Yes, Sir,” I wailed.

“Yes, what, slut, what are you agreeing to?”

“Yes, Sir, Iiii’m hot, Sir!” 

“Why are you hot, little slut?”

“I don’t know, Sir! I don’t know!”

“I’ll tell you; it’s simple.  You are a slut.  Your pussy controls you, not the other way around.  I will help you release your inhibitions, to revel in your sexuality, to juice and cum on command.  Would you like that, slut?”

Again, a double-edged question?  How could I answer this, but his harsh look meant I had no choice, and so I lied, “Yes, Sir, I would like that.”  I could not control the sobs that followed this blatant lie to my captor.

He laughed deeply and sadistically.  “We need to finish up here, slut.  Open your mouth,” and he rolled back to the side of the chair, as I obeyed.  “A few additions to what you experienced when you were a child.  Then it was to straighten your teeth, which meant constant pressure.  Now your teeth are lovely, so these braces will serve another purpose.” 

He reached onto his side tray and I saw him pick up little springs and hooks and the needle-nosed tool that he used to tighten the ties.  I could feel the additions being attached to the brackets, all near the back of my mouth.  After some time, he ordered me to bite down and when I did, I felt him maneuver the appliances on my teeth.  When he asked me to open my mouth, I could not budge it at all!  My eyes opened widely and when I saw him smile, I tried to utter some complaint, but with my jaws locked tight, it was futile. 

“Here, take a look, slut,” and he held a mirror up to my face.  I pulled back my lips like a snarl and all I could see was metal!  My beautiful smile was gone!  I reached into my mouth and pulled back my cheek. “It’s perfect, isn’t it, slut.  If I need to gag you, all I have to do is lock this hook to your lower teeth, and you are silenced.  We could be walking through the mall together, and no one would have any idea.”  My eyes teared once again; I was powerless to protest.

Chapter 2.

I could tell what she was thinking about… How to escape. Since she was beginning to realize this was for real and her situation very serious, getting free would be the only thought in her mind. Actually she really had no clue how serious this really was and what was about to happen to her. Since her mouth was wired shut and she was still bound, it was a good time to talk to her. She couldn’t interrupt. She was a captive audience in every sense.

       “Jennifer”, I began. “When Victoria told me about you and asked my help with her revenge, everything about you became clear to me. Feeling you tremble under my hands years ago and now hearing about your attitude. Then finally seeing how aroused you got when I put your braces back on, especially when you knew how easily I could control your mouth and speech. You know that is just the beginning though.”

       “Your attitude does seem to have everyone fooled. Whether you come off as sweet or a bitch, I know it is all an act consciously or subconsciously to hide your true feelings.” I could see the question mark on her face even though she could not speak as I continued. “You, my lovely little slut, need and even crave to be dominated by men… to have your body used by men for their perverse sexual pleasures. Sure you will deny it but that is also a part of you. You need to be taken, controlled, forced to do depraved things.”

She was shaking her head side by side. “That is not only what you need but who you are. If you could scream right now you would say.  ‘NO NO NO’ but your body betrays you once again.” I had seen the glistening wetness between her legs as she squirmed and whimpered. I ran two fingers over her drenched slit collecting an ample amount of her juices. She moaned between her bound teeth. I tasted her deliciousness on my fingers then rubbed them over her lips forcing her to taste herself.

       “Actually, I am going to do you a favor. Over our next five weeks together I am going to remove this false front you have created so you can revel in your submissiveness. That you are just a little bitch in heat that knows her place is chained to her Master’s bed and begs to be fucked if in fact I permit you to speak at all.  I will unleash those slave fires within you by reminding you that you only exist to please me. A true and total sex slave. That is what a slut like you is for. You will learn how to please me in every way. You will even beg for forgiveness and discipline if you do not.

       “Ahhhh, discipline. It will be a part of your training. How often and how harsh will be entirely up to you. There are many forms of discipline depending on the infraction. Insolence and disobedience will be dealt with severely. Right now your thoughts are of escape. I advise against any attempt. Also you yourself may be thinking of retaliation after your summer is over. That can be dealt with in several ways but we will have to talk about that at a later time.

       “I hope you have been paying attention. The faster you learn and lay aside your old way of thinking and learn your lessons, the easier this will be. Remember, I am truly your Master now. Whether you eat, drink or cum is all dependent on my whim.” I strummed my fingers over her clit and saw her shiver. “Do you understand?” She hesitated and I was about to ram two fingers into her but she realized quickly and shook her head yes. “Very good” was my only response and then I saw her tears begin to flow.

       I picked up a sharp scalpel-like knife from the set of tools on the table and toyed with it as I continued to speak. Her eyes went wide with fear. “It’s time for me to unwrap this gift that my wonderfully wicked daughter has given me. I want to see what I have to work with before beginning our fun together.” I slid the knife under one of her halter straps. I wanted her to feel the back side of the blade against her skin. The cold hard steel against her soft, warm flesh. I hesitated a moment so she could feel the sensation then pulled the blade upward slicing the thin strap instantly. The barely audible moan that escaped her lips held combined tones of helplessness and arousal. I sliced the other strap the same way.

“Now it is time so see those breasts and those nipples that you use so well to tease men… and also visibly tell the world what a slut you really are.” I again slid the blade slowly under the halter itself between her breasts. The few seconds it took centered her attention on the dangerous instrument against her skin. Slight upward pressure parted the taught material with a snap. Her breasts were perfection. I took one in my hand and was the nipple, instantly harden. I laughed and she knew why. She was humiliated that her body was no longer under her control. I didn’t have to say a thing. I squeezed the nipple hard enough to see her wince from the pain. The other nipple hardened immediately also as though begging for the same attention. I smiled but did not touch it. All part of her training. There was a time to tease and leave her wanting… as well as a time to please and satisfy.  No doubt she had teased many boys and men with no intention of pleasing them. I then slid the blade ever so slowly below her navel and under her skirt. Her breath caught. Again there was fear in her eyes. I stopped when I thought the cold steel was about an inch from her clit. I looked deep into her eyes and I pulled against the skirt. It sliced cleanly and fell to each side of her hips. Though her shaven little  pussy had been clearly visible for some time, there is something about being naked that makes a woman feel very vulnerable. Completely naked that is, as I removed each sandal from her tiny feet and tossed them in the corner.

       I surveyed every inch of her body with both my eyes and fingers without saying a word. I could hear her whimper. I could feel her tremble. I caressed and squeezed both of her breasts, none too gently and felt their firmness, then I raked my fingernails down over her sensitive stomach. I pulled her pussy lips open for my inspection. She appeared tight and little used though I decided not to penetrate her at this time. Her clit was peeking out of its hood and grew larger and I brushed it with a finger. Her juices now were dripping profusely. I parted there cheeks of her lovely bottom and saw her tightest opening wet from the flow of liquid. I pushed a in a finger about an inched then forced it another inch just to feel her reaction. Her body jerked and she moaned. I said to her… “ What a tight little ass you have. Don’t tell me that with all your teasing yhou haven’t been fucked in all your holes many times. No matter though. They all belong to your Master now to do with as I please.

       “I can see you have no tattoos but have three piercings, two ear ring hoops and a belly ring. Three circles. Very symbolic actually. This pleases me. Your body is perfect and should not be covered with ink that cannot be removed if your master doesn’t like it or tires of it. However, piercings in various places allow adornments that are both fashionable and functional. They can also be removed or changed at my will. Before we finish up for the day and I show you your accommodations, I am going to give you three new ones, and no doubt more later.”  Again the wild-eyed look. I could only imagine the things she wanted to say to me but I wasn’t ready for that yet.

       “Since you have been pierced before, I won’t have to remind you of the necessity of being very still.” I picked up a small gold ring from the table and held it for her to see. “The nose ring is both symbolic and functional. Picture yourself being naked on all fours, a gold chain connected to this ring and your Master leading you around in public showing you off like a prize pet.”

       I had the tool to quickly pierce the septum of her nose and it was over in a second. I slipped the gold ring through the hole and fastened it shut. I held a mirror up to her face so she could see it. She was crying again perhaps partly from the pain and partly from the humiliation.

“Notice that the ring is tight against your septum.  In fact, if you tilt your head downward slightly, others may not even notice it.  I could have inserted a 1 or 2-inch ring that would hang far down your upper lip, but I am showing compassion.  This ring is actually quite fashionable, slave.”

       I continued to talk as I picked up a long sterile needle and held it where she could see. Your breasts are perfect and your nipples very responsive.” Along with my words I took one breast roughly in my hand and squeezed the nipple as I had before. It hardened immediately. Without hesitating I pushed the needle through it. I picked up another gold ring somewhat bigger than the one that I had put in her nose. I rolled the needle as I pulled it out and inserted the ring in its place. Her eyes were filled not only with tears but also I am sure with a hundred emotions. Since I was standing between her outstretched legs she would sometimes feel my erection brushing against her. I could feel her wetness of course but ignored it as I worked. I knew her mind was in turmoil. Denial about what her body was feeling and wanting. I said nothing more as I repeated the process with the other breast.

       As I stepped back to admire my work, I said one more thing to assert my control. “Very beautiful.  In the next day or so I will add more piercings. Won’t your Mom be so proud of her slut daughter?” Her eyes widened again in shock and she began to sob uncontrollably, but I knew her attitude would return. She was far from being fully trained to be a willing slave.

       This was enough for the day though there was still one more shock in store for her. I brought her legs back together and the chair back to the upright position. I removed the springs from her braces. She opened and closed her mouth twice as if to make sure her jaws still worked but before she could speak I put a plastic ball in her mouth that was just large enough so she couldn’t scream and also that she couldn’t remove without the use of her hands. I unfastened the cuffs that were around her ankles from the chair and locked them together. I did the same with the cuffs on her wrists but made her lean forward so I could connect them together behind her back.

       “Now I am going to show you your room.” With that I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder like a sack of laundry. I carried her into my dungeon, turned on the light and dropped her on a chair that was fastened to the floor. There were several chains dangling from the chair. Right now I only needed to connect one of them to the cuffs on her ankles. I went back to the door, locked it ceremoniously making a loud click. I also turned up the lights so she could clearly see her surroundings.

       I have read somewhere that over the gates of hell there is a sign that reads…”Abandon hope all ye who enter”. My terrified little asian probably  thought that’s where she was. On the walls were displayed various whips, paddles and gags etc etc etc. along with artful erotic paintings of naked women chained in submissive positions. Around the room were devices for every perverse sexual use. There seemed to be chains and manacles everywhere. Some were hanging from the ceiling, from the walls, and from each corner post of an ornately carved four poster bed at one end of the large room. Along one wall there were also cages of varying sizes. Some of these tools and devices were extremely useful. Some were for effect. Intimidation is also a tool.

       I gave her a moment to look around, then I spoke in a tone she had not heard before… The voice of her Master. “Now… you are my complete slave. I am your Master in every way and you will address me as such. I am going to remove the gag and I give you permission to speak.”  Before her mind could process what I had said, I grabbed a fist full of her hair and jerked her head back. As I removed the ball and before she could react I covered her mouth with mine. I kissed her hard, brutally, probably bruising her lips, certainly crushing her tender lips against the sharp braces. I knew I was creating even more conflict in the battle already raging between her mind and body. I stepped back and said in the same cold voice of authority. “Speak now slave, while I still permit it.”

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I tasted my own blood, caused when he crushed my lips against the new braces. I also tasted fear and shock and a multitude of emotions I could not yet define.  I just stared at my former orthodontist, now my declared Master.

“I don’t know what to say,” I whimpered, unable to unscramble the random thoughts flooding my brain.  My lip hurt, my nose, from which a ring now hung, stung, and my poor ringed titties throbbed like beating drums.

“Let’s start with some basics,” he suggested.  “Repeat after me, ‘This slave belongs to you, Master.’”

I continued to whimper, no words forming at my lips, still tasting the blood and running my tongue along my bleeding lips and banded teeth.  He grabbed the ring in my right nipple and twisting it sharply, causing me to jerk in my bondage, he said, “I told you to repeat after me, slave!”

“Please, ok, this slave belongs to you, Master, please,” I quickly replied, hoping he would release my poor nipple.  Instead, he further twisted it, and angrily responded, “Again!” and then “Again”, and 4 more times, “Again!” each time I responded more quickly, “This slave belongs to you, Master!”

“Better.  When I tell you to do something, if you do not respond immediately, there will be consequences, and invariably these consequences will bring you more and more pain.  Now answer me, slave, why did your pussy swell and your juices run when I put your braces back on?”

I felt as lost with these questions as I might in some advanced science class.  How could I respond when I did not know the answer?  “Please, I really don’t know why my pussy juiced!” I cried out.  I expected him to jerk on my sore nipple once again, but instead his expression seemed to soften and he pulled up a chair to sit next to his bound and defeated slave.

“Slave 101, the basics.  Some females were born to be slaves.  You are one of those.  Your body reacts as it does naturally, because you are a slave.  Of course, you contribute to that feeling of being a submissive by your actions, consciously or not.  For example, your shaved pussy and hoop earrings.  Only slaves, whores, or sluts shave their pussy completely, as you do.  Only slaves, whores, or sluts wear hoop earrings as large as these,” he said, fondling my hoops. “Which are you, Jennifer?”

“None of these,” I barely managed to get out, sobbing as I was.

“For certain, you are a slave, my slave. Isn’t that correct?”  I nodded as I sniffled and tried to stop crying. 

“And even if you have not sold your body to others as a whore, you have sold it to your inner desires. Even the act of piercing your skin voluntarily was an act of submissiveness, symbolically representing your desire to be pierced, that is, fucked, by your Master.  You wear hoops in your ears to go on an outdoor trip?  Any girl without the desires of slavery would wear a stud, or something less slutlike.  The hoop itself is symbolic of your three holes, all open and available to your Master.”

I listened, shocked that it was actually making some sense.  Were his words really true?  I know that I dressed to tease guys, wanting them to desire my body, and then drawing the line.  I had read stories of girls that were raped and then blamed, because they had dressed or acted provocatively. That was me, in many ways.  Yes, many things that Victoria had spat in my face were true.

“Are you displeased with your new piercings, slave?”

“Yessss,” I sniffled.

“Why?”

“Because you did it to me without my permission,” and after pulling up the snot into my nose, “and because I don’t want anyone to see me like this,” I just could not stop crying.

“And yet your body tells a different story, slave.  When I put your mouth in bondage, when I pierce your septum and your precious nipples, your body responds by pouring nectar, love nectar, from your gaping and shaved pussy.  Your body loved every moment, even though your mind is not willing to admit it.  Listen to your body, Jennifer.  It knows you more intimately than your mind.  Your mind has been conditioned by years of others controlling your thoughts.  Your parents, your teachers, probably even your friends.  But their thoughts are not yours. Your body knows the real Jennifer and that Jennifer is a slave, through and through.  Do you agree?”

I was getting used to these forked questions, for which any answer had unpleasant consequences.  Instead, gaining some control, but still sniffling, I just looked blankly ahead.

“Haha,” he laughed lightly, “good, you are thinking it through.  Now, what did my lovely daughter whisper to you before she left?”

Again I hesitated, not wanting to reveal her words.  And again, Dr. Fernandez responded angrily.  He reached out and grabbed and squeezed my pussy, crushing it in his hand, digging his fingers into my precious pussy, causing me to twist and yelp in pain and despair.  “I told you to respond immediately. There is no reason to think, just respond,” he hissed.

“Please,” I screamed, “please, she told me to kiss my virginity goodbye!”

“Haha,” he laughed, releasing my poor pussy, “really, you are a virgin?”

“Yes, Master,” I answered quickly, having learned my lesson.

“You have three holes, slave.  In which hole or holes are you a virgin?”

I wanted to answer, but I was naïve enough not to be sure what the three holes were.  “I want to answer you,” I pled, “but I’m not sure what that means, three holes.”

“You really have led a sheltered life, slave.  Your pussy, your ass, and your mouth.”

My ass!  I never thought of my ass as a hole that could be used. “Yes, I mean, no, Master, I have never been used in any of those places!”

“Well, well, have I hit the lottery or what?” he grinned.  “You mean you have never sucked off a boy?  How is that even possible!  You drive guys insane with your sexiness, and then turn them away with a hard on?  Well, that is going to change.  And I think it will start now.”

Chapter 3

It was hard to believe that this luscious college girl was still a complete virgin at the age of twenty three. This did though explain why she didn’t keep boyfriends very long. To me this meant she was a different kind of slut. She was something far worse.  Well actually I didn’t think of a slut as a bad thing but she was a cock tease. A slut was a girl that had to have her holes filled whenever, however and by whatever she could, be it man, woman, animal or vegetable or a few of each. I knew Victoria was a slut. I don’t consider that a bad thing.  I was actually very proud of my little girl. I doubt she had kept her virginity past fifteen and though she may have done her share of teasing, I am sure she gave most of those boys exactly what they wanted. Speaking of Victoria, Daddy’s little girl deserved and would get a spanking for not telling me about Jennifer’s virginity. She was still a brat sometimes but I loved her and handing me such a prize would certainly lessen her punishment.

However, this new information added another dimension to Jennifer’s training. Different scenarios for deflowering her flooded my mind. I even considered letting her keep her hymen in place as that would double her price at auction. Money though was not the most important thing in my world. I once sold a woman for a dime just to complete her humiliation even though she had begged me to keep her. However, this jewel of the orient would bring a fair price as a virgin or not.

Her ass would definitely be my prize but I planned to build her anticipation and trepidation of that event. That of course left her beautiful lips, mouth and throat to be penetrated and filled. The first of her virgin holes to taste a man.  My cock hardened at the thought.

However, patience and control over my own desires are part of what makes a true Master, what he is and what sets him apart from all the wannabe’s and the rest of the male population. There was still other business to attend to.

I had learned long ago that when training a new sub that there was an order to the lessons taught. Two of the first things were helplessness through bondage and then discipline. A whip was an excellent tool for this. Whips come in many styles for many specific uses. By a Master, they can be wielded with just enough strength and in exactly the right places to bring pleasure or pain. They can tickle or torture. They are also extremely intimidating by both sight and sound. Of course I would never permanently mark such a flawless body but the girl does not know this. There are several reasons for such a lesson early. Respect for the whip and Master is gained at the outset of training which then goes smoother. Also marks left by the whip have time to heal before her body is exposed in front of potential buyers. There had to be, of course, a reason for the discipline. In this case she had already provided that with her history of teasing and tormenting the boys. Then adding insult to injury soon after her punishment her mouth would be virgin no more.

The lovely Asian was already scared and confused. She was beginning to question who she was. She was very vulnerable at this point. I tilted her chin up with a finger, my face within inches of hers. “But first you little bitch, you mean to tell me you’ve teased the boys with that body and those clothes that show almost everything and you’ve never even given a blowjob? Shame on you.  But my beauty, over the next five weeks I am going to train you to be the biggest slut in the city. Your body obviously knows it already. It’s time for your mind to know what you really are. You are going to be punished severely for the way you have treated men in the past. If I am right, your body will prove it by making you wetter than you have ever been in your life”.

She started to plead with me as I took the chains from her ankles, pulled her up by the hair and half dragged her to a bench about waist high. I pushed her face down on the bench. Her legs were dangling off one end while her head was about even with the other. I then took one slender ankle and pulled it to one side and chained it securely to an iron ring on the floor. I did the same with the other ankle in the other direction stretching her legs wide apart. Though she continued to squirm and beg, her legs were now secure with her ass just over the end of the bench and her pretty lips also spread open. I unfastened her hands from behind her and chained each wrist to rings just as I had her ankles. She was now completely bound and helpless. Her pleas had turned to sobs.

I selected a whip from the wall with great care and where she could see. I chose a cat-o-nine-tails. It is a short handled whip with nine heavy cords of leather. Perfect for this punishment.  I hit the leather chair hard that she had been sitting on. The sound was loud and had the proper affect. I saw the terror in her eyes. Her next plea was cut short as this time the whip connected with her round little ass. She screamed. I wondered if she had ever even been spanked before. I began to rain down blows on the backs of her legs, her back, but more concentration on her ass, near but not touching her cunt yet. Somewhere during the whipping her screams turned to moans. They were a combination of pain and arousal I was sure. I stopped when she was a perfect shade of red from her shoulders to her calves. There were deeper lines everywhere and small welts on her ass. No cuts, nothing that wouldn’t completely heal in a couple weeks.  I took my fingers then and slid them up and down between her pussy lips. Her juices covered my fingers and dripped onto the floor as I had known they would.  I wiped them over her lips and under her nose. “Taste and smell the slut you really are on the inside. Before long everyone will know because you will be begging for cock.” I ran the handle of the whip up and down her cunt spreading her lips even wider. “I could ram this up inside you. Would that be a way to remember losing your virginity?’ I then slid the whip handle between her ass cheeks against her most taboo hole. “Or here?  But no, I want you to think a while what it will feel like to be fucked there.”  She kept repeating, “No, no, no”.  “No?  No… to which?  No,  you’re  not the slut your Master says you are?  No, you don’t want all your holes opened up? Yes you are and yes you do and I will prove it right now. Then you will know that I am right and you will never say no to your Master again.”

I raised the whip again with a different target and from a different angle. By snapping my wrist, just the tips of the leather connected with her sensitive and still very wet pussy. The sting would send jolts all through her body. I began at the bottom of her hot cunt a slowly toward her clit. She was spread so wide she would feel the sting deep between those lips. When the leather found her clit her body shuddered and spasmed. She screamed again but this time in the most intense orgasm she had probably ever had. I stayed the whip as I watched her quiver and cum for a full minute or more.

I waited silently till her breath returned to normal. As I waited I studied every detail of her body that was afforded to me in the position she lay. I could see how wet she still was which gave me another wicked thought, though I shelved that idea for another time.

I spoke more quietly this time. “Now do you believe me? You got wet when I put your teeth in bondage.  Even more so when I pierced your body without your permission.  And now you cum from the pain of discipline.  Have I not proven that you are not only a slave to me, but to your own body as well. More important a slave to that fire burning between your legs. It has just begun to kindle. In the next few weeks I will turn you from a teasing bitch to a real bitch in heat. Nothing will matter except to please your Master so he will ease that throbbing in your clit and sooth the burning fire. Your will be at my mercy. Do you understand?” I heard a very quiet but definite… “Yes Master.”

I had one more thing to do. I walked to the wall where she could see and replaced the whip on its hook. I picked up a ring gag and placed it in her mouth fastening it securely in place. This had a couple purposes. One of course was to keep her mouth open. The other was a safety precaution. Though she was docile and submissive at the moment, I didn’t forget that she had a mouthful of metal. There was also a psychological reason. I held a hand mirror in front of her face so she could clearly see.

“Look,” I said. “You can clearly see that your mouth is just a hole for use. One of three as I said before.”  I put down the mirror and stood at the head of the bench. With one hand I reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back so her eyes were now level with my belt line. With my other hand I pulled the knot on my sweat pants and let them fall to the floor. I couldn’t see her eyes from that angle and she couldn’t speak. Neither mattered. Holding her head back put her throat in line with her mouth so I could slide right in. Of course she gagged but I pushed it into her throat anyway before pulling out again. I could have given her a few verbal instructions but I wanted to see how she handled it. I only had to force it down her throat and pull out about 3 times till she had the rhythm of relaxing her throat and breathing. As I thought, she was a natural. Then I began to ravage her mouth and throat. Along with the face fucking I verbally reinforced what a slut she was and how she was not only going to enjoy drinking my cum but anyone else’s as well.

I also watched her ass clench in time with my strokes. She was trying to push her clit against the padding of the bench. This was even better than I hoped. It probably seemed like forever to her but it didn’t take long till I was erupting down her throat but I made sure that some stayed in her mouth and wiped the rest on her lips. The best part was just as she felt my cum hit the back of her throat, her body stiffened then convulsed in another massive orgasm.

I removed the gag then held her mouth shut so she had to swallow. I released her head and I watched her lay her cheek down on the bench. Her breathing slowed and exhausted she drifted off to sleep. I watched her a few minutes and decided to leave her here she was. She might wake up in the morning, thinking it was all a dream. That is until she realized she was still in chains.

I retired to my bedroom which was adjacent to the dungeon, turning down the lights as I left. I decided to watch and evaluate my work of this day captured on video from various cameras in the examination room and the dungeon.  I would carefully edit these videos and even show one to Jennifer at the right time or if I had trouble with her. The threat of black mail could be as useful as a whip sometimes.

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When I awoke, the peace of sleep quickly became the fear of reality. I tried to move my arms and legs, but they were chained.  I tasted the cum in my mouth, from when he fucked my throat, the taste now sour and stale.  I ran my tongue over my braces, trying to salivate, to wash away the dreadful taste.  I had to get away; I had to find a way to escape. 

Locked as I was to the bench, I struggled to lift my head and look around.  When I arched my back slightly, I felt the whip marks from the night before. I imagined my unblemished, soft skin, now marked by this madman who used to be my orthodontist. 

I could feel the slight throbbing from all the piercings he had forced upon me.  The ring tight against my septum was the worst, truly marking me as nothing more than an animal.  Pressed down on the bench, my nipples ached as the rings pressed against my breast. I had to escape!

I could see nothing that I might use as a club, even if I managed to free my chained hands and feet.  There were paddles, chains, whips, some cages, but nothing that I could imagine using as a weapon.  I laid my head back down on the bench, as tears formed in my eyes.  They were tears of frustration and discomfort. I was not exactly in pain at this moment, but the frustration of being chained to a bench and the humiliation of what he had done to me was too much.

I heard the lock being opened and knew another day of horror was about to begin.  My tormenter walked into my field of view.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked

I was so tempted to spit out some sarcastic comment, but held my tongue.  “No, Master,” was my reply, trying not to upset him from the start.  I had to make him think I was compliant, that he had tamed me, so that an opportunity to escape would appear.

My eyes shot open in surprise.  He was standing in front of me, but suddenly there was a something cold running along my pussy lips.  I stared up at my orthodontist with a look of shock.

“Surprise!” he smiled with glee.

“Good morning, slut.”  Victoria!  My friend, my back stabber. 

“Victoria!” I yelped.  “Please help me!”

“Oh, that is exactly why I decided to come home and forget the outdoor adventure.  There is more than enough indoor adventure here, little slave girl!  Oh, Daddy, I always wanted a pet,” she giggled.

“Yes, darling, I know and now we have this new little bitch that we can train together.”

“Pleaseeeee,” I whimpered, then yelped, “Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!” as Victoria worked her way through the folds of my pussy and grabbed my little clitty, pinching it with her nails.

“Daddy, she is so wet down here, she must love her new home.  But don’t you think she makes too much noise?  Remember what the neighbors did with that bad little dog that wouldn’t shut up?”

“Oh, yes, dear, I forgot.  Let’s get one of those later this morning when the pet shop opens.  In the meantime, no need to hear her whining, I agree.”  He reached inside my mouth and in moments he had connected the attachments on my teeth that locked my jaws.  There was no fighting him, since he only needed to push my jaw shut by applying pressure to the top of my head and chin.  I was effectively gagged and could only make small hissing sounds.

Victoria knelt down in front of me, but I could not hold her gaze.  She mocked me with her smile.  “Oh, I love the nose ring.  Totally perfect,” and she reached up to slide her finger along the ring.  I could smell my pussy juices on her finger. "Curl your lips back, slave.  Let me see what Daddy did with your teeth.”

Of course, I refused, but when she slid her nails under the nose ring and gave it a tug, I had no choice.  I tried to whisper, “Eeease, ‘ictoria,” as I obeyed and pulled back my lips.  She ran her fingers along the metal braces, completely encircling my mouth, wiping the remainder of the juice from my pussy along my wet cheeks.

“Mmmmmm, little metal mouthed fucktoy, that is what you are, aren’t you?”

I ignored her rhetorical question, but when she flicked at my nose ring, I tried to agree, “Esss, owwwwwwwww.”

“Yes will not do, slut.  It is ‘Yes, Mistress.’  Say it again.”

“Esss, istress.”  I felt so foolish, so weak.

“Does fucktoy need to pee?” she asked.  I nodded my head up and down.

“Say it correctly, slave.”

“Esss, istress, eeeeseeeeee.”

Her father began to release my arms, but with my legs still immobilized, there was nothing I could do, even had I wanted to fight back.  He released my wrists from the bench, but immediately locked them behind my back.  Then he released my ankles, but quickly linked the chain between them, leaving only a foot or so of slack.  Together they helped me from the bench and led me to the back of “my room”, the far corner of this horrible dungeon.  He opened a door and Victoria guided me into a tiled shower room, with a toilet.  The floor was cold and I shivered.

“I’ll go prepare some breakfast, while you prepare our pet,” he said.

“Ok, Daddy.”

She led me to the toilet and I sat down, head bowed in shame.  Victoria stood before me and it was obvious I would have to pee with her watching.  When I finished, without being allowed to dry my slit, she stepped forward and forcing my legs apart, she ran her finger along my slit, so that it now dripped with my piss.  She held it up to my lips and I was shocked.  She then wiped the piss along my lips which were sealed tight.

I tried to shift my face to the side to avoid her awful actions, but then she widened her fingers and dug her thumb and “fuck me” finger into opposite cheeks.  When I looked into her face in shock, I saw a face that was totally unrecognizable.  How could she have been my friend for so long and now clearly hated me so much.

With her other hand, she reached down to tug on my new nipple rings.  “Oh, this is very nice, very nice, indeed.  Such little breasts you have, but then most slant-eyed sluts do, I notice.  But your titties seem to love the attention and are standing up very nicely.” I could only moan in frustration. 

“Do you like it when I play with your nipple rings, slave?” she asked.  I shook my head from side to side and said, “ooooo, eeeseeee, ooooo.” 

“I’m going to release your braces.  If you say one word, I will slap you silly, do you understand, slave?”  I nodded my head up and down.  She put her fingers inside my cheeks, examining the locking device and managed to free my jaws. I licked my lips, and immediately regretted it, the taste of urine making me scrunch my face in disgust.

Victoria helped me off the toilet, my arms still locked behind me, and ordered me to kneel before her.  When I was in position, she inched down her shorts and let them fall to the floor.  I was staring at her shaved and glistening pussy, only inches from my face.  “I have waited for this moment a long time, slave.  Stick out your tongue and worship your mistress’ pussy.”

I couldn’t imagine doing this, and before I knew it her open palm slashed out to my cheek, knocking my head sideways, crushing my cheek against the braces.  I tasted blood.  “Obey, instantly, all my commands, and you will avoid a lot of pain, slave.”

I didn’t even cry, I was so shocked.  I immediately stuck out my tongue as she moved into my face, her tanned legs surrounding my head. I tentatively stuck my tongue to get a small taste of her labia lips.  She swatted me on the side of my head and hissed, “Unless you want to be punished beyond your wildest dreams, I suggest you improve your technique, NOW!”

She pushed my head into her crotch, my nose now buried against her skin, making it hard to breathe.  “Move your tongue, deeper slut, move it, faster, deeper, yesssss, deeper, move it, that’s right, slut, yes, oh, yes!” Victoria screamed.  I had no choice.  I was forced to tongue fuck my once best friend as she moaned in pleasure.  When I let up, she used her thighs and hands to push me deeper into her slit.  I tried to use my tongue to push my face away, but the effect was to bury it deeper in her pussy, driving her near the point of orgasm. 

“More, faster, in faster, more, yes, oh yes, yesssssssssssssss,” and she came with a shout, her juices nearly drowning me, with my nose compressed as it was.  I fought for air, and the frantic motion of my tongue and face actually prolonged her orgasm. 

When she finally stepped back, panting and breathing deeply, I knew my face was covered in her juices.  I tasted another woman for the first time in my life and while it was not unpleasant, the circumstances were humiliating.

“Oh, that was good, very good, slave.  When Daddy’s adds a stud or two to your tongue, it will be even better.  Let’s clean up.  You already had your breakfast, but I’m starving.

“Nooo,” I thought, not more piercings.  And surely she did not think that small amount of pussy cum was my breakfast!  My stomach felt empty and actually slightly nauseous, from the unpleasant and new tastes that I had been forced to experience in the last day.

“Stand over there, near the far wall, and face away from me, slave.”

I took short choppy steps, obeying her command.  When I reached the wall, a jet of cold water hit my back and I yelped in anguish, “Please, noooooooo, it’s freezing!”

Over the spray of the shower Victoria scolded me.  “Don’t be such a baby.  Your life as a pampered coed is over, slave.  Turn around and stop being such a sissy!”

I twisted around and tried to avoid the direct spray, but it was useless.  As the seconds passed, the water did get a little warmer, but by then I was covered in goose bumps and my teeth were chattering.  With my hands chained behind my back, there was nothing I could do to protect my breasts and genitals, as she ordered me to turn back and forth.  Finally she turned off the water.  I must have looked totally miserable, drenched like an alley cat.  But she had no mercy.

“Get over here so I can dry you off.  Can’t believe I am doing all this for you, when you are the slave, but Daddy has the key to the locks, so there really is not much choice, I guess.”  She took a large towel, and working from the top down, dried my hair, showed no compassion around my newly pierced nipples, and was especially rough between my legs.  I just stood there in defeat.

“I’m thinking you need less hair,” as she completed drying my head. “Too much hassle to get it dry.  Hmmmm.”  I quaked at the thought that she might do something to my hair, my beautiful, long, black hair. 

“Well, that’s good enough, I guess.  Just stand here, slave.”  I obeyed, as she walked over to the wall, where several leather items were hung.  She returned with a wide, black, leather, studded dog collar and silver chain leash.  I just stared in a continuous state of shock.  She reached around my damp hair and  wrapped the collar around my neck snuggly.  It was wider than a usual dog collar, with two buckles. I heard a “click” and then another “click”, as she locked it to my neck.  She then attached the leash to the front of the collar.  “Just be thankful I didn’t attach the leash to one of your rings, slut.  Let’s go.  Daddy waits,” and she led her miserable, chained, collared, naked slave out of the room.