The escort service staff advised me they had booked me all weekend for a client for the upcoming Friday night. I was advised that my client was a curious, submissive male. Having this information, I dressed in my black leather cat suit and my knee-high, black, stiletto boots. If my sub is very good, I may not make him lick my boot tonight, but that is doubtful.
I arrive at the address I was given and was escorted into the beautiful home by a very handsome man who exuded sexuality. He told me that my client was going to be his son and he needed help training him to be a proper slave. It seemed his son was a bit of a sissy and he didn’t find him good for much else. I was more than happy to help this handsome man with his problem.
Upon introduction of my new slave, I noted he was a puny little thing. I know that he was of legal age, but it looked like puberty had missed him. He was brought into the room wearing only his little pink panties. My new slave was small in stature. He had a bird chest and chicken legs. From the looks of his underwear bulge, he left a lot to be desired there as well.
This meant I was going to have to teach him to be a very good little subby cum-slut if he were ever to be useful to a Master or Mistress. Immediately, I began my training by forcefully pushing him to his knees in front of me. I tell him he may call me Mistress Suzy, but he must never address me unless I so address him first, and am waiting on a response. I explain that unless it is asked for, his opinion or response is not needed. As a subby cum-slut, he is to be seen and not heard.
I place a pretty little pink collar around his neck to match his panties. To the collar, I attach a 6 ft leather leash. This is all my little slave is to wear the entire weekend. “Slave, show Mistress Suzy what a good little cock-sucker you are”, I demand. As he tentatively begins to lick around the head, and tries to take a fraction of my she-cock into his cute little boy mouth, I let him know that will not work. I do not want my dick to be loved so sweetly. “I want it sucked hard and fast”, I tell him, just as I grab the back of his head and drive my cock into the back of his throat just as hard and fast as I possibly can. I face fuck my little bitch until I get close to release. He becomes weak from lack of oxygen as I use him, without giving him proper time to inhale before breaths. I give him no warning before I let a huge load of warm, salty goo go into his mouth. He swallows some of the cum, but part of that load is wasted down his chin. I advise him he will get 10 lashes with the cat-o-nine tails for spilling my precious cum. “You will learn to swallow every last drop before your training is complete,” I say. My new cum-slut says “yes, Mistress Suzy”.
I believe the beginning of my training is going well. I heard my slave’s Daddy on the other side of the door. I wonder if he will join in any of our sessions. I would so love to get a piece of that daddy cock…mmm
I have a new master. He thinks I am not a good enough submissive whore, so he is breaking me with slave training. I have been tied up in his basement for days. He has deprived me of every basic necessity, including my dignity. I am bound to a stake. No food, just a little bit of water here and there. It is dark down here. No windows. If I have to pee, I must do so in a bucket and only when he permits. When he is not down here with me, my mind goes crazy. I hear the rats, sometimes even feel them crawling across my body, gnawing at my flesh. Spiders too. I hate spiders. Most of the time I am cold, alone and terrified. I feel broken mentally and physically, but he still feels I am not a good enough slave yet. I pleaded with him that I was broken; begged for a chance to prove myself to him, but he took my pleas as attitude and doused me in a bucket of my own piss. I may be his prisoner forever. What does it take to break me? I can’t imagine feeling any more broken than I do at this moment.
