Bridal Training

This is the sequel to The Bargain, the idea for this story occurred to me one night when I was literally beating some tail in my friend’s dungeon. I used to be a full time Dominatrix and still enjoy doing it part time. This is meant to be done in the style of Man with a Maid, by Anonymous.

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Kodachi blushed as she got married, most brides did, but she had a better reason than most. It had been one day since their marriage was registered, so officially they were already married, but Hiroshi had insisted on getting married before a priest right the next day. So it was all done in haste at a small, rather dingy wedding chapel. Nabiki had somehow managed to procure her a white wedding gown, but what a gown it was. The bottom was ballroom style that was made of floaty white tulle. The corset top was made of white satin and was straight cut across mid-bust, Edwardian style and then had a v-cut panel in front that plunged to her navel. The v-cut wasn’t just cut straight down, but on a vertical angle on either side. On either side, were grommets and laced only with flimsy elastic laces at could not be adjusted, they were only strong enough to keep the dress from falling off and not to provide any support to the wearer. It yawned open depending on how well endowed the wearer was and Kodachi was very well endowed. This left the majority of her breasts exposed, threatening to show her nipples at the side or over the top, the satin fluttered dangerously every time she breathed.

“Nabiki, I can’t wear this!” she protested when it was shown to her in the bridal dressing room

Nabiki smiled, Kodachi’s groom had requested a revealing dress like this of Nabiki, so she had got Kodachi’s measurement off of her clothing and ordered it for her. Nabiki had purposefully ordered the top two sizes to small, allowing for maximum exposure and humiliation. “It’s hardly my fault that the pair of you decided to get married in such a hurry. This is all that I could find on short notice!” she retorted impatiently and put it on the unhappy girl and did up with zipper, causing the dress to part in a scandalous way and causing Kodachi to blush.

“At least let me wear a bra!” she protested.

That was precisely what Hiroshi had forbidden her to wear; he really wanted to show off his hot wife to his friends. “It would show, you look great and the ceremony is starting in a few minutes,” Nabiki pointed with false sincerity. “What do you think Akane?” Nabiki asked.

The normally kind hearted Akane was too annoyed at Kodachi for what she did to her sister to feel any sympathy. “She’s going to be a beautiful bride,” she said enthusiastically as she admired the cringing girl.

Hiroshi knocked at the door, just as the Nabiki and Akane had suggested he do. Nabiki answered the door and smirked at him while he looked at Kodachi, she took a step back to see him. He gave her a lustful look that caused her to shiver.

Flashback

He had showed up at her place last night for what he termed their ‘wedding night’. It was like before, no seduction; he had just seized her arm and pulled in the direction of her room. He undressed her as fast and causally as before, as if he was pulling the peel off a banana rather then stripping an unwilling female body. This time however, she tried to talk him out of it. She wrapped her one arm across her breasts and used her other hand to shield her vagina from his view. He sneered at her efforts “why bother? I already know what you look like, hell, I know what you taste like and feel like too,” he said crossing his arms and running his eyes along her exposed skin. “Heck, I even know what you sound like while I fuck you, man your pussy gets really wet” he taunted.

“You know that I’m not doing this by choice; you’re forcing me” she cried, blushing agonizingly red under his gloating gaze.

“I guess that you would know about forcing people. Should we ask your brother and Nabiki about that?” he said, taking a hold of her arms. “Better yet, shall we go to your school and you can tell all your snobby little friends about what you did?” he asked cruelly. He felt the fight go out of her and forced her unresisting hands away from her body. He feasted his eyes on her exposed charms; man he could never get enough of seeing her naked. It was almost as good as fucking her; he gloated at her expression of remorse and realized that he would allow her no mercy tonight. He pulled the almost catatonic female inside her ensuite washroom and turned on the tap “wash that gunk off your face” he commanded, “I don’t like women in makeup,” he explained, feeling powerful when she did so in a resigned way. To further insult her, he pulled the ribbon out of her hair and shook it free, so it tumbled down her back. He admired his handiwork, naked, without make up and with her hair down; she looked like a proper slave girl, complete with the woebegone expression. Placing his hands on her shoulders and he pushed her down to her knees; she gasped realizing his intentions.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she cried. “I’ve done nothing to you” she said a shiver of disgust. He seized her hair and pulled her head back, so that she was forced to look up at him. He reveled in her fear filled eyes and the base position that he had forced her to take.

“I am doing this because I have the right to as your husband to oversee your sex education, which as been sadly neglected until now. Now the first thing you shall have to learn is how to orally pleasure a man” he instructed and silenced her moans of distress with his cock when he pulled her mouth onto it by her hair. He sighed at the feeling her hot wet unwilling mouth provided to him. Her next moan of distress occurred when he shot his hot spunk down her throat, he held her in place until she swallowed every vile drop amidst her gags of protest at the taste.

She gasped when he picked her up and carried her to the bed. “Please, you’ve already had me the other way” she pleaded when he set her down and started stroking her silky skin. He knew that her outer skin was just a tease; the real silk was inside her pussy and he intended to explore that many times that night. He loved how she shuddered with revolution under his hands. He didn’t keep her in suspense and ran his hands down her body to claim her pussy, he enjoyed each gasp of outrage as he stroked her thick hair, teased her lips apart, titillated her clit and pumped his questing fingers inside as deep as they could go. He smiled in satisfaction to find that she was already sopping wet.

“Yes, but I want you this way; right here in your soft, soft pussy. Your mouth is fine for foreplay and teasing and your ass, I intend to save for a special occasion to break in. But for now I want to fuck you here” he said, continuing to lovingly stroke the part in question, despite her distress at the knowledge that pleasure was starting to engulf her. He leaned down and captured her lips in a loving kiss while still digitally ravishing her. He smiled against her lips when she moaned and parted her legs wider. Taking this as an invitation and before she could protest, he pushed himself through her gateway of bliss and into heaven itself, her pussy clenched around him greedily. He fucked her all night long, no sooner was he finished one fuck, when he was ready for another. He couldn’t get enough of her because of the fact that he owned her as if he had bought her and she couldn’t deny him anything. He wanted to cum endlessly inside her so recently virginal body until she was full of his corruption. She would protest her being sore, but submit to his demands in the end and spend with just as much force as him.

Kodachi though she was going to throw up as he forced her into baser and baser positions, while he pounded his cruel lust into her. Compelling her unwilling body to accept him endlessly, ravishing not only her body, but her mind and spirit too. Forcing her to become little more then rutting beast; gone was Kodachi the proud gymnast and arrogant daughter of a rich man. In her place was a filthy, cock hungry whore who embraced her ruination; in her depths of madness, she laughed at the silly little prudish cock tease she used to be while her husband positioned her on her hands and knees. She gasped at the sensation as he pushed one finger up her ass, moving it in time with the cock in her raw, sore pussy so that she could feel it through the thin casing separating the two holes. He smirked into her back, relishing the rich bitch’s fall from grace; he could probably do her in the mud right now, like the base animal that she was and she would beg for more. It was just like the first time; she seemed to hate it and resisted the pleasure, until the sex started to take control of her. She was raw sexuality itself that until now was untapped: so wild, so perfect, and so trainable. He rubbed her clit with almost bruising force and smiled in satisfaction when she came with the force of runaway train. He leaned forward so he could kiss her and reveled in the taste of his spunk on her angelic lips.

End Flashback

He almost laughed out loud of at the look of fright on her face when he stepped into the room. She took a step back from him, her wanton behaviour of the night before vanished and her innocence back in place. “You’re not supposed to be here!” she said with a hot blush.

“Nabiki and Akane, do you mind leaving?” he asked, trading a look of glee with the other two as they filed out.

“You stay back,” she ordered ducking behind a chair. He simply lifted it out of the way and captured her around the waist, pulling her against him and slid his hand down her barely there top. She gasped in outrage as he captured a breast and began flicking the nipple.

“No, I prefer to be right here like this” he taunted as her began running his hands all over her covered curves.

“Let go of me! Didn’t you get enough last night?” she said almost pleadingly.

He narrowed his eyes at her “You don’t get it, do you? I own you now; you sold yourself to me to save your precious reputation. I own these,” he said, giving her bare titties a good squeeze; her moans of distress music to his ears. He reached down and lifted up her skirt, attacking her pussy through her panties, reveling when the crotch seemed to become instantly damp “I own this too” he whispered into the agitated girl’s ear, flicking his tongue against the shell of it. “Now to prepare you for the wedding the way I want you” he said. First of all he pulled the pins from her elaborate up do and smoothed the curls so they looked slightly disheveled. Making it look like she had been rolling around in bed, to the back of this, he attached a comb topped with a large white floppy bow on it, giving her the little girlish touch he liked. She had worn lots of makeup in defiance and he made her wash that off. She gasped as he tugged the top of her corset even lower, so that she was in danger of falling out all together, splitting the top of the dress open even farther, so that her nipples were just shy of being displayed at the edges of the v. He also buckled a pearl choker around her neck that looked suspiciously like a dog collar; this was made of white velvet and studded with pearls. There was a long string of pearls that attached to the d-ring of the collar in front in like a chain. This he threaded all the way down her cleavage to her navel, and then he worked it around her waist inside her corset to attach it like a belt. He latched it in front, so that would serve as a body harness for when her clothes were taken off of her. The worse part for her was when he slid his hands up with skirt and took her panties off, commanding her to step out of them; she complied with a sinking heart. She cringed when he smelled them, closed his eyes in ecstasy and then put them in his pocket. “Sit down, I have a gift for you” he said and held up a strange, looking rubber purple butterfly with a bunch of straps dangling down from it

“What is it?” she asked confused and took a seat. She stared in confusion as he slid her dress to her waist, baring her pubic patch and slid the straps up her legs and adjusted them so that the butterfly was resting firmly against her slit. She was answered when he took out a small remote and activated the clit vibrator. She gasped when it started vibrating against her most intimate places, titillating and teasing them, causing waves of pleasure to wash through her.

“Take it off me,” she begged when he pulled her skirt down and stood her up on shaky legs. She could feel the coils of desire already tightening in her belly, threatening the onset of her orgasm.

“No, you’re going to wear throughout the day until last banquet guest has left, then we’re going some place special. It’s another wedding gift for you,” he said.

“What it is?” she asked in a quivering voice, as the coils tightened in her.

He watched her succumb to the allure of the venus butterfly as she came hard. He waited until she stopped panting, “you’re getting a make over, you’re pretty now, but by tomorrow you will be beautiful” he explained to the confused girl.

He left her in the hands of Akane and Nabiki, who were acting and bridesmaids and making sure that Kodachi wouldn’t back out of it. They took in her flushed face and the slight humming noise that couldn’t quite be placed; they exchanged gloating expressions. They easily guessed what she was wearing under her gown and loved it. Akane emitted a small giggle of pure pleasure when the anguished girl bit down on her lip to stifle an orgasm as she walked down the aisle.

Kodachi couldn’t understand why there were so many of her classmates in attendance. She didn’t know that the same flyer company that she hired to advertise Nabiki’s pregnancy had been hired to announce her wedding, as Kodachi wasn’t at school that day. They had been hired to flyer both schools, so her wedding turn out was impressive. She could hear her cattier classmates murmuring about how cheap and slutty she looked in her wedding dress. Kodachi’s face burned while they mocked her. She was normally the instigator for this treatment of others and never had been on the receiving end before; she hated it. To mock her self proclaimed title of The Black Rose; Nabiki had gotten her a bouquet of dyed black roses. Hiroshi stood at the end of the aisle and gave her a supposedly tender smile, which looked mocking to her. He held out his hand and reached out and tightly gripped her upper arm, pulling her possessively beside him and smiling pleasantly at the priest.

Kodachi stood trembling before the priest, who seemed to keep on looking around to find the source of the humming sound. She exchanged glances with her father, who looked away to see his daughter so exposed and humiliated. Especially knowing that he couldn’t prevent it; she’d chosen her punishment and now must comply with it, so he turned his gaze away from her imploring eyes and sipped sake straight from the bottle. Realizing she would get no help, Kodachi numbly went through the western style ceremony, preformed by the drunken, unkempt priest, which bound her life to the monster beside her. With every vow, she felt like she was being trapped tighter and tighter in a spider’s web. She went pale that Hiroshi had included the vow “I will love, honor and obey thee all the days of our lives and promise to serve you body and soul” and was forced to recite it. He still held her upper arm in a firm grip; she shuddered when the back of his hand pressed against the curve of her breast. He carefully moved his hand so he stroked it once; this he had explained, was the signal that he wanted to fuck her. She gulped when he did this and in a distant way registered that they were pronounced man and wife and told to kiss. He kissed her deeply and passionately, she squealed involuntarily when he used to the remote control without warning, to switch her clit vibrator to top speed. Everyone laughed at this.

The rest of the ceremony was a nightmare as he dragged her from one of his friends to another who ogled her and gave him a knowing smile. She trembled in anger each time he introduced her. As he would stand behind her and slip his hands inside the v of her dress, pulling it sharply open; allowing them a flash of her fully naked breasts. She burned with shame with he did this in front of her high school friends, who responded with a flurry of giggles. When she wasn’t burning with shame, she was repressing cries of ecstasy as she orgasmed; she could feel her juices running freely down her inner thighs from her spending so much.

The banquet was a blur to her; she was too wrapped up in her own misery to really enjoy it. She ate little of the food that her seemingly devoted husband brought her and just gulped the drinks nervously for fear of offending him, not knowing that they were laced with alcohol. The vibrator in her slit was driven up even further against her hyper sensitive pussy when she sat down and the flood running from between her legs, served to drench the back of her skirt. Boys of his acquaintanceship kept on stopping by their table to congratulate them. In her tipsy state Kodachi laughed along with their jokes, unaware that her seated position had forced her dress open even farther and that her nipples were fully on display or that catty female eyes were storing this information for later.

Staggering slightly, she allowed her new husband to lead her to the limo after their final guest had departed. “So is this some sort of salon?” she asked and giggled in a tipsy way.

“Something like that” Hiroshi said, admiring the beautiful woman by his side. With her expression slightly wanton from the vibrator and her breasts almost completely bare, he wanted to fuck her right now. But he decided to wait until her transformation was complete.

He had the driver drop them off at the back entrance. Kodachi looked curiously at what seemed to be a steel door in an alleyway, with a red light over the main entrance. There was no sign or markings on the door to let them know the nature of the business housed within. Hiroshi knocked a special code on the door of one fast and three short. It was opened by a man in a leather mask; this caused Kodachi to shrink against him. “It’s okay, they’re friendly here” he assured the frightened girl and traded a look with the man in the mask, letting him know to lock the door behind them.

Kodachi gulped to see what seemed to be a European style dungeon from a horror movie stretched out before her in the dim, red light. There was bondage furniture, equipment and glass display cases everywhere, the place was huge. Kodachi’s killer high heels, that Hiroshi had insisted she wear, kept getting caught on the uneven stone tiles. At the front of the dungeon stood a huge, Caucasian male in his early forties, with long grey hair, he had an impressively muscular body and wore only a pair of leather pants and a vest. A flogger was strapped to his side, handing just over his motorcycle boots and he was flanked by two equally impressive males, who wore just a leather jock strap and a leather mask each. “Welcome to The House of Pain; good to see you again Hiroshi” he said by way of greeting. “I am Master T and these are my slaves: Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb, you already met Tweedle Dumber at the door. Is this the girl?” he questioned Hiroshi, who shoved her forward and nodded.

Kodachi felt dread wash over her “what is this place?” she demanded, looking with alarm at the various pieces of ominous equipment lurking before her. Had she asked, she would have found out they were a: Saint Catherine’s Wheel, St. Andrew’s cross, Spanking Horse, Bondage table and Bondage Chair.

“You are in The House of Pain, we are a fully functioning dungeon, boutique, night club and styling salon, all rolled into one” Master T explained, he didn’t seem to be the least bit concerned by her alarm. “Your Master has brought you in for a makeover, so if you will just undress, he and I will decide what is to be done with you” he said nonchalantly.

Kodachi looked around in terror at the five men surrounding her; she couldn’t get naked in front of all of them! Surely they wouldn’t expect her to! She looked with crazed eyes at the impatient men before her, they didn’t seem lustful of her, more like they were weighing and measuring her. “I can’t do this here! I refuse to!” she cried and ran towards the door; they didn’t try to stop her. When she got to the door, she found out it was locked and couldn’t find a way to get it open. Terrified, she shrank against it and screamed at the advancing men; the one who opened the door earlier showed her an ornate iron key to taunt her.

“Bring her back to me” ordered Hiroshi. Kodachi shrieked and begged, while the three men dragged her back, but couldn’t fight them all and soon found herself held in place before Hiroshi. She gasped when he roughly pulled her top down and slapped her breast. “You stupid bitch, I go out of my way to treat you nicely and you humiliate me before Master T!” She moaned when he slapped the other one, then took a hold of her nipples and twisted them cruelly. “It seems that I have been too soft on you so far and now have to punish you for being an ill mannered little cunt” he cried. “Tie her hands to the suspension bar!” he ordered. The men dragged her forward and wrestled her hands into a pair of leather cuffs and then her body was drawn taunt with the winch. Kodachi swayed in her bonds and blushed while she was examined.

“She’s quite pretty for a woman, though I prefer men” Mr. T commented. “How do you wish to punish her?” he asked Hiroshi,

“With a cane, until she stops this foolishness and learns to obey my orders properly” he said.

“With her clothes on?” asked Master T.

“No, I shall remove them first” said Hiroshi, approaching Kodachi with a smile of amusement on his face. First he undid the concealed snaps that held the two pieces together and dragged the skirt off her, accompanied by her shrieks. Then he unzipped the corset and took it off of her; leaving her naked except for her collar, pearl body harass, clit vibrator strap on and blushes.

“Untie me” she begged, trying to hide herself as she tugged at her bonds. She shrieked even harder when the slaves attached two more cuffs to her ankles and with a touch of a button, her legs were drawn apart until they were hugely straddled.

“Please get me a cane!” Hiroshi requested of Tweedle Dee, at least he thought it was him; the three male slaves all looked alike as you couldn’t see their faces. He plucked one from the water-filled umbrella stand in the corner. He held it out to Hiroshi for approval. With a nod of thanks, Hiroshi took it from him and swished it through the air experimentally with a loud swooshing sound, causing Kodachi to jump.

Kodachi watched the surreal scene with crazed eyes. The men surrounding her made no attempt to conceal that they were examining her exposed form, while Hiroshi held a rattan cane in his hand. “Are you going to apologize to Master T for your ill treatment of him and quietly submit to your transformation? Or am I going to have use the cane to convince you?” he asked Kodachi, burnishing the thin, wet cane at her.

“Please Hiroshi, I promise to do anything else. But please not this!” she begged.

“Call me Master Hiroshi” he ordered her, pulling her hair back so that she was forced to look him in the eye.

In a rage she cried “fuck you, I hate you and am going to divorce you. Call the police, call the papers. See if I care anymore!” she challenged.

He answered her by unfastening her clit vibrator and letting it fall to the ground, she blushed when her girl cum drooled from her pussy. She heard a loud crrrarack and screamed when it felt like a lash of fire burned into her skin, she was barely over the first blow when the next came. She tried to be stoic while tears of pain ran down her cheeks and she involuntarily exposed every part of herself to the men watching with interest. “Mind if I join in?” asked Master T, taking his flogger from his belt.

Hiroshi paused and said “be my guest” Kodachi watched in horror as he took up a stance in front of her, then his flogger crashed against her sensitive breasts. She lunged back with a shriek, only to lunge back when the cane cut across her buttocks again; she was literally between a rock and a hard place. They kept playing with evil game with her for awhile, until her nipples, breasts and ass stung like they were on fire. Kodachi was by no means silent during this time; she screamed in agony and begged Hiroshi to stop. She even started calling him Master; her agonized supplications fell on deaf ears. The cane lashes she felt across her ass were nothing compared to what it felt like when he dashed the cane harshly forward between her legs. She screamed in agony when it bit into her slit itself, tormenting the skin that was already raw from being fucked so much. Hiroshi paused “you will receive a dozen more in the same place if you persist in your nonsense. Now do you give up?” he challenged.

“Yes” she said in a beaten voice.

“You will submit to me in every way that I deem necessary for your education or correction?” he asked in a harsh voice.

“Yes” she said dismally.

“Yes who?” he demanded, twisting her already aching nipples sharply.

She gasped from the pain “Yes Master” she cried and tried to lunge back, but he wouldn’t release her aching tits.

“Good girl” he said in approval, stroking her offended nipples and wiping her tears away. She didn’t try and stop him when he released her from her bonds and carried her to a chair opposite the throne Master T had taken. “Sit on my lap” he commanded, she went to sit sideways on his lap, grateful for at least being covered up that much. He stopped her “sit down on me like you normally would sit on a chair. With her face burning, she sat down on him with her legs positioned over his legs; he let out a purr of pleasure when her ass settled on his hard cock. She kept her legs together as tightly as possible, refusing to show Master T her most holy of holies. She gasped with shock as Hiroshi’s hands gripped her thighs and forced them apart. “This is the proper way that you show respect for a Master of Master T’s caliber” he hissed into her ear, she balanced on her toes so that her legs remained as he had positioned them. He started talking to the Master T as if she wasn’t even there and started stroking her exposed charms like she was nothing more then a pet. She gasped in outrage when his fingers slipped inside her and he started absent-mindedly fingering her. “What was that Sweetie?” he purred dangerously, as he used his other hand to spread her pussy lips to show it off completely.

“Nothing Master” she said in a resigned voice, with her face burning.

“Good girl” he said stroking her clit lovingly; she couldn’t repress a moan at this.

“As you see, she’s new to training, but has been responding to it well so far. She’s a tad inhibited and prudish, but it’s easy to break her of that; positive reinforcements and punishment when she’s bad. I shall need to buy the proper equipment to train her properly, of course” Hiroshi said, now stroking her nipples.

“What did you want to done to her tonight?” Master T asked, after commanding a slave in to assemble what Hiroshi would need for immediate use and what could be ordered for later.

Hiroshi looked at the perfect naked female body on his lap and made her arch her back. “I want her nipples to be pierced” he said. “I also want the top part of her pubic hair shaved for a tattoo and the rest of it to be given a Brazilian wax; I understand that you can’t tattoo over waxed skin and want her tattoo done tonight. We intend to book appointments to have all of her pubic hair removed by electrolysis when her tattoo is healed” he explained. Kodachi turned pale at what he was saying.

“Sounds good. What would you like her tattoo to say?” Master T asked, leaning forward to study the naked girl to make suggestions.

“I want the kanji for ‘property of Master Takahashi Hiroshi’ right below where her pubic line begins. About two centimeters ought to be fine. I also want a black rose on either side of the characters; after all she is The Black Rose” Hiroshi said to mock her. “Then I want the girls in your salon to try her for a different hair styles. I like the school girl look with no ponytails, fun simple.

“Tattoos, piercing? But Horishi?” she protested. The added “Master, what if I don’t want any of that?” she said in dismay.

“You said that you would submit to me, I own you. So this is going to happen whether you like it or not. Are you going to do all that I say or do we have to tie you down?” he asked her harshly.

“Tie me down” she said hanging her head.

They tied her to a table where they first shaved her pubic hair and then waxed off the rest. She cried out in pain and outrage at having the last of her barriers ripped from her body, leaving her plump pussy lips defenseless and outrageously exposed. She shivered at the wanton image she was providing to all that looked on. She blushed as men’s hands stroked her bald pubic mount in appreciation without her permission; raining vulgar compliments on Hiroshi about her.

A biker tattoo artist was called in. He first put the stencil on her then consulted with Hiroshi about the placement of her tattoo until he was satisfied. Never once did the artist consult her. Kodachi cried out in pain when it felt like a thousand bees were stinging her pubic mount at the same time. She blushed at the intimate and unavoidable contact between her pussy and his gloved hands while he gave her the unwanted tattoo, while her husband looked on with lust in his eyes.

Finally, Hiroshi pulled her back onto his lap and had her hands tied to the arms of the chair while they pierced her nipples. She sobbed slightly as the piercing needle slid through her nipples and into the cork. Then the ring was threaded through; each captive bead has a black rose on it.

Kodachi was then whisked away to the salon section for the stylists to work on her hair.

The bald PVC clad woman approached the two talking Masters and announced. “Presenting the new and vastly improved Kodachi Takahashi” she announced and ushered forward a cloak draped form, only to remove it with a flourish. Hiroshi’s jaw dropped when he looked at his new wife. Someone had divided her hair into two French braids tied with pink ribbons; these beautifully framed her gorgeous, innocent looking face and made her look younger. Her nipples were swollen and the rings through her nipples glowed under the dim light. The black tattoo made the pale, almost obscene looking pubic mount look all that more poignant and revealed her sweetly delicate pink lips, adding just the right little girlish touch. Hiroshi didn’t like children, but he liked elements of them in the woman he fucked. She now wore only a black dog collar and tag that read “Hiroshi.” “You look perfect! See? You were pretty before and now you’re down right beautiful” he said, pulling the blushing girl onto his lap. He smiled when she instinctively parted her legs this time, draping them on either side of his lap.

“She looks wonderful” said Master T. “Are you sure about not wanting pussy jewelry?” he asked.

Hiroshi stroked her soft, smooth hairless mount, eager to try it out. He smiled when she didn’t protest; she just submitted to his caresses like proper slave should and moved her legs to aid him. “I couldn’t be without this pussy for two weeks while it heals. I look forward to exploring it every night; I’ve never seen a girl get so wet before” he said fiendishly.

“Perhaps we can watch while you have sex with her? This might help her become more humble” Master T suggested, causing Kodachi to gasp.

“Sorry, I already have someone in mind for when we do that” he explained and picked her up before she could ask what he meant. “The limo is right outside, please have my purchases and everything that she arrived in sent to our address” Hiroshi requested as he started for the door.

“No, I can’t go outdoor n-naked” she screamed when a slave went to open it for them. “Master” she added, without really thinking about this addition anymore.

Hiroshi set her down and glared at her “You only need to go into the limo, which is right outside that door and then to right in front of our private entrance way when we get home. You have been reborn tonight; you went from being a bitchy girl to a proper wife. Naked you came into this world once and naked you shall emerge again. Now kiss Master T’s boot and thank him gratefully for your transformation” he said with glee, wondering how much further he could debase her tonight.

Afraid of being beaten again, the frightened girl did as she was bide. With a humble thank you to all participants in her downfall, she allowed her husband to lead her to the limo, grateful that they encountered no one.

Hiroshi was like a kid in a candy store and couldn’t stop stroking his new wife; his hands were all over her while the silent girl allowed it meekly. Hoping her would just slake his lust of her tonight and allow her sore body to rest. She didn’t even protest when he tugged her out of the limo by her upper arm; she could feel the limousine driver’s eyes following her nude form and was glad that it was a rental. He carried to over the threshold and simply took her immediately to bed. His eyes roved over her skin with excitement. “Are you happy of the improvements I’ve made to you?” he asked her sharply.

“Yes Master” she replied.

“Are you looking forward to your wedding night?” he gloated.

“Yes Master” she replied, and then wondered as he was turned her over, until she felt his tongue touch her rosebud. She gasped when she realized his intentions.

“Please not there! Please fuck my pussy, Master” she begged in earnest, trying to turn over.

“No my dear, a girl should be a virgin on her wedding night and this is the only hole you have left” he said gently, as if in sympathy and held her firmly in place. He slid open a drawer, took out a tube of cherry lube and coated his fingers with it. While whispering sweet nothings, he pumped his fingers inside her until she could take three with no trouble. Gently he helped her to her hands and knees; the look on her face was so resigned. “Besides, I really fucked you raw last night, this way your pussy has a chance to rest until tomorrow night” he whispered coaxingly, while stroking her back as he place himself against her shrinking back entrance. She moaned in pain when he breached her sphincter and held her hips still so that she couldn’t move. Then like magic, she opened for him and he eased himself inside, until he could move with little difficulty. He started slow at first, and then when she learned to accommodate him, he set to really plowing her dark cherry. He could really feel the difference between her two holes: her asshole was hot and so much tighter, gripping him almost painfully; whereas her pussy was soft and massaged him, until her walls churned when she came. He smiled when her moans of pain, turned to grunts as he stroked her clit while he pounded into her. “Say you’re mine” he commanded her.


She stiffened and came harder then she ever had under his hands. “I’m yours!” she screamed. The wild pulsations of her asshole caused him to shoot deep into her bowels with a cry.

Feeling that she needed a reward, he rolled her over and ate her hairless pussy, reveling in the taste and feel of it, vowing he would never allow hair to cover it again. He must have made quite a pig of himself, because she came four times before he could stop himself from tongue fucking her. “You were a good girl tonight” he praised, stroking her cane marks and poor abused breasts, as if begging forgiveness from them. “Your Master is pleased. Now you belong to me completely” he said to her forlorn looking face as he touched first her wedding ring and then the tattoo and piercings. Touching her, he got hard again. “Sorry, it looks like I need to feel your bald pussy on my cock tonight after all. However seeing I was just in your asshole, I shall go shower first” Hiroshi said and got out of bed.

Kodachi thought about running, but something stopped her. Instead she touched the collar at her neck, her nipple piercings and ran her fingers down her now bald lips and felt....safe and erotic in a strange way. By the time Hiroshi came back, she was flooded with need. He carefully eased himself into her sore pussy and was surprised when she yelled “fuck me Master, I’m your. My pussy, my tits, my ass, take them all!” and went off like roman candle.

When he was done he asked her “you know what it is you agreed to right?”

“I’m not sure” she said confused and too new at this stuff to totally understand it.

“Too late, you already signed my slave contract at the wedding. You did so when you thought it was part of the marriage certificate; which it is in a sense” he said holding out a copy to her.

She read with horror at what it said “you can’t enforce this! You tricked me!” she cried.

“Yes, I can Master T runs a court for slaves who disappoint their Masters, he’s well known for his harsh punishments. In fact I think that punishment I devised would look like a walk in the park by comparison. So I suggest that you study that and learn to follow the rules, or else be punished. If you fail me then Master T shall have to take over, he is especially harsh to women because he doesn’t much care for them and thinks they make miserable slaves. Don’t disappoint me” he threatened.

She read the contract and felt like her life was over. (A/N see below, this was copied from the House of De Sade website and listed as a sample, I would list the website, but it won’t post)

MASTER HIROSHI/ slave kodachi CONTRACT
Of my own free will, i offer myself in slavery to MASTER HIROSHI.
To be slave full-time to MASTER HIROSHI, throughout the rest of my days. i will devote myself completely and totally to the pleasure and desires of MASTER HIROSHI, without hesitation or consideration of myself or others.
General Rules
The slave agrees to obey MASTER HIROSHI in all respects. Her mind, body, heart and time belong to him.

The slave accepts the responsibility of using her safeword when necessary, and trusts implicitly in MASTER HIROSHI to respect the use of that safeword. If a condition arises in which the slave needs to use the safeword or gesture, MASTER HIROSHI will assess the situation, and determine an appropriate course of action.

The slave shall keep her body available for the use of MASTER HIROSHI at all times. In addition, the slave agrees that MASTER HIROSHI possesses the right to determine whether others can use her body and what use they may put it to. The slave shall demonstrate her acceptance of her role of service and availability at all times while at home and at other times and places specified by MASTER HIROSHI.

The slave acknowledges that MASTER HIROSHI may use her body or mind in any manner He wishes within the parameters of safety. He may hurt her without reason to please Himself. The slave enjoys the right to cry, scream or beg, but accepts the fact that these heartfelt expressions will not affect her treatment. Further, she accepts that if MASTER HIROSHI tires of her noise, He may gag her or take other actions to silence her.

The slave will answer any questions put to her honestly and directly, and will volunteer any information MASTER HIROSHI should know about her physical or emotional condition. While MASTER HIROSHI expects His slave to speak honestly and forth rightly about anything that bothers her, she is not to interpret that as permission to whine or complain. she will phrase her concerns politely and respectfully, and then gracefully accept MASTER HIROSHI'S judgment in these matters without further complaint.
The slave will always speak of MASTER HIROSHI in terms of love and respect. She will address him at all times either as "MASTER HIROSHI" or "SIR."

The MASTER HIROSHI may give the slave "free periods" in His presence during which the slave may express herself openly and freely. There will be no punishments applied during "free periods." It is understood, however, that the slave will continue to address MASTER HIROSHI with respect and love at all times and that deviations from this rule are subject to punishment at a later time.

The slave agrees that severe punishment may be assessed for any infraction of the letter or spirit of this contract, and will accept her disciplining gratefully. The form and extent of the punishment shall be at the MASTER HIROSHI'S pleasure, and the MASTER HIROSHI shall make it clear to the slave that she is being punished when punishment occurs. The MASTER HIROSHI shall endeavor not to inflict physical harm upon the slave that might require the attention of anyone outside the relationship. MASTER HIROSHI and slave agree that in extremes either may activate a free period by using the safeword. The free period will continue until both parties agree that the problem{s} concerned are resolved.

All rights and privileges not otherwise noted in this contract belong to the MASTER HIROSHI, and He may exercise them as He chooses.
Private Rules of Conduct
On days when MASTER HIROSHI is at work, the slave will greet Him wearing her collar, wrist restraints, and a shirt belonging to MASTER HIROSHI. She will wear no underclothes in His presence unless given permission.

On days when the MASTER HIROSHI is home, the slave will wear whatever is deemed appropriate by MASTER HIROSHI.

When in the same room as MASTER HIROSHI, the slave will ask permission before leaving the room, explain where she is going, and why.

At mealtimes, the slave will serve MASTER HIROSHI, and sit at His feet while He eats. Food for the slave will be given by the MASTER HIROSHI at His discretion.

When speaking to MASTER HIROSHI or being spoken to by Him, the slave will assume a demeanor of alert attention and will meet MASTER HIROSHI'S eyes directly, unless instructed to do otherwise.
Public Rules of Conduct
The slave will conduct herself at all times in such a manner as to not call attention to MASTER HIROSHI and slave. she will call MASTER HIROSHI by His name only if the use of "MASTER HIROSHI" is inappropriate. The slave will defer to her MASTER HIROSHI in public. The slave may dress herself, but must seek approval of any clothing she wishes to wear in public. Unless specifically stated otherwise, the slave may not wear panties.

Work Rules of Conduct

No part of their agreement is intended to interfere with the slave's career. The MASTER HIROSHI wishes the slave to work hard and honestly. To conduct herself in a manner calculated to bring honor and respect to them both. During periods of work, the slave is permitted to schedule appointments, to dress in a manner appropriate to work, and to leave the house when necessary. During periods of work, the slave may answer the telephone and discuss business without the expressed permission of her MASTER HIROSHI.

With my signature below, i agree to accept and obey all preceding rules as well as any rules MASTER HIROSHI may choose to issue at a later date. i gratefully consign by body and soul to MASTER HIROSHI for His pleasure and use.

slave ______________________ Date ________________

I accept My slave's desire to serve Me fully, and take responsibility for her well-being, training and discipline to serve My will.

MASTER HIROSHI _____________________ Date ______________