slut training

Now Chalintra, do you honestly think I'd turn down such an offer, and I think I can speak for Oz in his absence. *Big and wicked smile*
 
((Somehow I´ve known that you´d say something like this Phoenix, but we should be fair and wait a day or two to see if badbabysitter will come back for good.))
 
OOC: I PM'ed her yesterday but got no response...... so again I say.....


IC:


"Is this our slut?"
 
Master Phoenix:

"Yes she is Oz or at least the little slut who's beginning her training.
"For now, until she's "earned" a slave name she answers to slut, bitch or whore," Phoenix replies.

Then looking at her, "Isn't that right little slutbitch?"
 
OZ

Oz walked up to the naked girl and took her firmly by the chin and looked directly into her eyes. He licked a finger and without letting her watch, lowered his hand below her eyeline and between them, parted the lips of her pussy and slid it well up into her.

He watched her eyes for her reaction... startled by his forwardness but trying to control her reaction. Yes.... Just the right mix.

He finger fucked her, slowly, three full strokes over a 15 second period, making her quiver ever so slightly. Was that a hint of a moan he heard?

His finger came out wet and slick. He brought it to her nose and wiped it dry on her upper lip, the scent of her arousal would be with her all night.

Oz released the girl from his grip. He nodded his approval to Phoenix.

"So Phoenix, has she been taught any tricks yet or do we have a blank canvas here?"


OOC: Pleased to meet you Chalintra :devil:
 
Master Phoenix:

(FYI: I've told Frenchgirl about the story, but no idea if she'll join us or not.)

"I was about to begin when you arrived. Thus far we've just begun to establish the ground rules about obedience or punishment and I was about to ask her about her hard limits, those things she won't do and violating would be a breach of trust and she'd leave.
"However, now, before she tells me what I, and now we, want to know I think little slavebitch needs to get us each a drink. Then she can kneel in front of us with her legs wide apart, back straight, shoulders back, tits thrust out and tell us what are "No's" for her."

"Slavebitch, I'll have some of the Old Forrester you'll find on the counter in the kitchen in a big glass with a lot if ice and ginger ale.
"Now ask Master Oz what he'd like to drink then get both, bring them to me and stand waiting with your leg apart if we're talking when you return."
 
((Well then, please let me resume if I´ve got the scene right in my mind.
First: The slavegirl Phoenix brought with him miraculously vanishes and has never been there.
Second: The `slut´ miraculously looks like the slavegirl had - well, in the end it´s me!
Third: The whole story takes place in the `sluts´ house - as she had opened the door for her strange visitors (isn´t a cabin a very small one? Sorry, still don´t know a lot of words in english)
Fourth: She (the `slut´) has asked for this kind of training?
Are those assumtions correct so far? Then, let´s have a go!))


Some time ago, may be during the last milennium or so, I thought that inviting a flock of guys to do such strange things to me would be a great idea. By now I´m not as sure any more.
Two men, each of them radiating self confidence and an aura that demands immediate respect - more than I could have wished for. But I´ve never thought that it all would start so fast! No time to say hello, just get out of your clothes first! Strange enough that I obeyed. Instead of getting familiar with each other the next thing that happens is one of them sticks his fingers - whimper - right in to me, just like testing an animal he want´s to buy!
Then getting down on my knees - can´t beliebe I´m doing that without any word of protest but hey, doesn´t this all feel good to some extend?
Then, there comes my first dilemma. Should I answer their question or should I crawl to get the drinl one of them demanded. Hell, I fear I don´t have the brand he´d chosen. I should have, oh what a pitty. Crawl and answer, answer and crawl...

"There are no "Nos" except a few. Don´t hurt me in a way that will leave scars or permanent injuries and if need shall be to get rid of something please use the toilet instead of me. To everything else you´ve got carte blanche"

Have I said this? Really? Must be mad without limits to stick to that idea. This had been my last chance to say sorry, please leave. Would have been easy, no fuss, no pain. But now I´m doomed, made me a toy for each and every whim they come up with.

It´s a pleasant view to watch her ass wiggle as she crawls to the kitchen to get a Drink for the two of them.
"What would you like to have, Master Oz?"

This is going to be a nightmare, but one to remember and, most of all, one to remember with delight. Sure I must be mad. Somehow....
 
OOC: <== means out of character by the way. Yes, a cabin is a small home or a second home or vacation home/ Cabins are typically in out of the way places, the woods, up in the mountains, sometimes the beach though the word bungalo is more often used for a beach cabin. They are sometimes made of logs, but not necessarily. They are typicallys 1 main room and 1-3 sleeping areas, demarked by a curtain, occassionally a separate room (with a door.)

IC: <== In character....

Oz

Oz was pleased that the girl immediately knew to address him appropriately. And she was attentive and directly answered the important questions regarding her limits. No disfigurements or scars, no scat. Surprisingly, not a long list. Most newbies thought they could control the sessions but then, that's the nice thing about semantics. Words can have so many meanings. nuances and flavors.

"Patron Silver, shots, two of them." Oz watched her crawl across the floor to get the drinks. Nice ass, no doubt it would take color nicely.....

"So Phoenix, Nice to meet you." I shook his hand and gave his body a cursory look. "I see you've already started..." I didn't go so far as to smirk, I wouldn't have appreciated it had our state of dress been reversed but I did raise an eyebrow. Let him wonder a bit about what I might be thinking. Just a mind game. Can't help myself.

"How do we work this old boy, Two doms, one sub? You've already given her orders I would punish her for doing on her own... The drinks old boy, the drinks. You told her to bring them both, two drinks, one trip?"
 
Way in the kitchen her mind was racing, but there wasn´t any clear thought to grasp. She searched for the drinks, the masters advice clearly remembering she found what she´d been searching for.
Strange. Simply do as they say and everything works smooth and easy. If I don´t ask how and why life can be so simple. Can make me happy. But sometimes humans tend to act different from the way they think it is the best and I´m damned sure Iwill too. It is going to make them angry, but I can´t swell my pride without any fight. It´s going to make them hurt me, but to be honest, don´t I somehow want them to?
This is going to be interesting, just as I planned it to be...

((OOC: Sorry to say this, but I fear that I have to leave untill next Tuesday. Time enough to make some nasty plan isn´t it?))
 
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