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LUCY4 young woman with feminist opinions and


STAFF TRAINING (mc, md, humil) (c) 2002, B. Devlin

Part Four - Settling In

I guided her out to the car, still sobbing, still clutching my hand,
the pathetic little bitch.

"I'm so sorry, Master," she babbled, "I couldn't help it, really I
couldn't. It turns me on so much to be near you that when you kissed
me it was like a floodgate opening."

"I only kissed you because I felt sorry for you, Lucy. I wasn't
expecting you to make a public exhibition of us both."

Oh no, of course I wasn't, and I hadn't enjoyed every minute of it,
not at all.

"I'm so sorry, Master. You won't fire me will you? Please, I really
want this job."

"I never fire anyone on their first day, Lucy."

She sniffled to an stop with the crying, and said, "Where are we
going, Master?"

"To my home. I think after that performance you'd better compose
yourself before you face your colleagues again. We'll do the rest of
the day's training in privacy at my place."

The truth-drug programme was still on, so her mouth just blurted out
her thoughts

"Privacy would be so good, because when I'm near you, all I can think
about is kissing and fucking, and how wet my cunt is, and after that
climax I'm not sure if I can control myself. I've never come from a
kiss before, and even though it was just a kiss, I came harder than I
ever have in my life. As it is, I can't bear not to touch you, Master,
not when we are this close."

"You won't be having any more unprompted orgasms Lucy, _(unprompted?
sure)_ Company policy dictates that female staff climax on the command
"Come, now" from the boss and keep climaxing until he says stop, but
they can never have an orgasm in his presence if he doesn't give the

"I'm sorry, Master, I won't come unless you tell me to. Sorry."

Suddenly, she seemed to get a little of herself back and demanded
"What about male staff, Master?" just as if she wasn't the only

I laughed. "Male staff may only climax in my presence if I provide
them with the means to do so, just like the female staff."

She nodded as if that sounded fair and equitable, clearly totally
unaware that the only 'means to do so' I was likely to provide my male
staff was porn videos - or her.

We pulled into my driveway, and I let her into the house. With the
door still open onto the street I told her "Company policy dictates
that female employees wear only shoes, stockings and garter-belts
inside my home Lucy."

"Yes, Master," she replied, and started to strip, in full view of the
street. I swung the door closed.

I looked at her in wonder as she stood like a whore, naked apart from
the high heels and underwear. She was flawless, everywhere, even her
bush was neatly trimmed. I felt my cock rise at once.

"Do you usually enjoy being naked around strangers, Lucy?"

"No, Master. I feel a little uncomfortable now, to be honest, but I
know it's the right thing to do, because it's company policy, and I'm
also wondering if it will turn you on," She lifted her hand and
stroked my face, idly, "I want to turn you on, because I really,
really want to fuck you. I can't get the idea out of my mind, and my
cunt is dripping at the thought."

"Why are you stroking my face?"

"Because I need to touch you, Master. I can't help it, I'm sorry, I
really need to have some part of my body in contact with you."

"In that case, we'd better go through to the living room. I'll sit on
the couch and you can sit on my lap facing me."

"Oh, thank you Master! That would be wonderful!"

As she sat, straddling my body with her gorgeous legs, her pussy pushed tight against my groin, I put her under again. It was so easy,
and I had so many ideas running through my brain, that I wanted to get
on. I thought of Bill's advice, and wondered if I was overloading
her, but I wanted to reach the potential of the situation quickly.

I instructed her to be ashamed when she acted like a slut, but
reinforced that when I was around, she couldn't help it, because she
wanted me so badly, that she would beg me to take her whenever she'd
been in my sole presence for half an hour without being fucked. I told
her that even if I let her come, it wouldn't be enough unless I also
came inside her, and that she would do *anything* I asked of her to
persuade me to take her and that she would love whatever she was doing
to please me, despite her shame.

She nodded eagerly at every instruction. This girl wasn't capable of
being overloaded, I was sure of it.

I told her that if we were on our own, she should tell me everything
she wanted from me, and to do to me, but when we were with others, she
must wait for me to ask her. I decided not to turn truth-drug off - I
thought it might be fun to watch her being completely honest with

Finally, before I woke her up, I told her that when she was alone, her
humiliation would become overwhelming, and she would cry about it for
half an hour and have to call someone and confess her behaviour so
they could absolve her before she slept. When she asked who to call, I
told her "Bill Eames" and gave her his number. He'd get a wonderful
surprise tonight, and he deserved it.

Once I brought her out of trance, she started speaking immediately.

"Please Master, fuck me! I need your cock inside me so bad, I'm aching
for you!"

As she spoke, she was rubbing her wet little pussy against me, and it
felt like heaven - but I wasn't going to let her know that.

"Lucy, your cunt is dripping on my trousers."

"I'm sorry, Master, oh PLEASE master, fuck me!."

"Shut up Lucy. If you want to be fucked there are things you have to
do first, and most important is that you don't say another word until
I tell you to. Nod your head if you understand."

She nodded, emphatically.

"Stand up, then kneel on the floor, and undo my trousers. Take them,
and my pants off."

In total silence, she obeyed.

"Now, suck my cock. I expect you to deep-throat, I don't expect you to
stop till I come, and you will, of course, swallow every last vestige
of my semen. When you're done, you can thank me for letting you blow
me, because it is, after all a very high compliment, but after that I
want you to shut up again."

No woman had ever taken me into her mouth more eagerly than Lucy did
that first time, and as I said before, I've tended to date submissive
women, some of whom have been enthusiastic cocksuckers, but then, I'd
never had what was, to all intents an purposes, a slave who had to
please me, to get what they needed.

It's possible that she wasn't practiced or skilful, but the urgency of
her desire to please meant that she used her tongue like a pro, first
flickering, then stroking in long, slow passes from tip to root. I
felt her gag as I started to slide into her throat, but she overcame
the reflex, and my cock was totally enclosed in her mouth within a
minute of her lips first sliding over the head. I didn't even have to
thrust, as the horny little bitch did everything for me, sliding up
and down the length of my rigid shaft with a smoothly increasing
pressure and pace. Her hands cupped and stroked my balls while her
mouth worked me, and I was soon moaning from the delicious sensations
of this sucking-licking-sliding-stroking worship of my cock. It was
worship, too, there's no other word for it - my pleasure was
everything. I put my hands behind my head and just went with the flow,
watching the steady-becoming speedy-becoming frantic bouncing of her
dark head and the swaying of the perfect round arse that she stuck up
in the air while she serviced me.

Eventually, I felt my balls tighten, and so did she. She slid swiftly
along me to take the whole length in again, sucking hard and jamming
her nose deep into my pubic hair, so that the first gush of spunk squirted straight down her beautiful throat. The tongue kept right on
stroking as she contracted around my cock with her first swallow,
coaxing my come into her accommodating mouth, in a series of
electrifying spurts. When she was sure that she'd drained me, she
pulled back her head, slowly, letting me slip gently out of her lips,
over her trailing tongue.

"Thank you for your come, Master," she purred, "I am so glad I could
please you," then she looked up at me in mute appeal her green eyes
big and beseeching.

I patted her head, so patronisingly that I know she felt a flash of
anger, but immediately her lust and need took over, and she laid her
head in my lap, so that my flaccid cock lay along her cheek, and she
rubbed against it like a kitten.

For one moment I was almost scared of the depth of passion my
manipulations had released. I was looking down, I knew, at a very
intelligent, self assured young woman, with feminist opinions and a
loud mouth, and the fire I'd lit for me in her cunt had her acting
more lasciviously than a twenty year whore. It was a startling

I laughed then, at myself. This was after all what I had wanted - her
humble, humiliated and desperate for me, and it was hardly a threat to

"Stand up," I told her. She did.

"Do you still want fucking?"

She nodded so hard that her breasts bobbed in time with her head.

"Stay there," I commanded.

I walked to the kitchen, pulled open the fridge and grinned. I could
see just the thing. I grabbed it and took it back to the living room,
then turned a dining room chair so that it was facing my armchair. I
sat down in comfort, and gestured to the hard seat.

"Sit on there, with your legs spread wide, and listen. Stroke your
slit while I talk, but don't put your fingers inside your cunt or
touch your clitoris."

Immediately, she complied. I found myself looking at a pair of
delicate pink lips peeping shyly from between the dark curls of her
bush, and her finger caressed up and down between them, glistening
with the fluid that was sliding out of her and falling in little drips
to the floor.

I leaned forward and held out a cucumber, fourteen inches or so long
and thick as her delicate wrist.

"Use that to screw yourself with," I ordered her. She took it, feeling
the chill on it, and looked at it wide-eyed and scared, but without
any hint of rebellion. As she held it at her opening, I ordered her to
close her eyes while it was inside her, as if she was fucking a
favourite lover, and not to open them again until I told her to. "Take
as much of it in as you can manage," I said, "and enjoy it. I want to
see the pleasure on your face. You can make sounds, if you want to,
but no words."

I watched the lips part and the vegetable start to slide in with my
mouth hanging open. It was even more erotic than I'd imagined,
especially when she whimpered while it filled her, and her tongue
darted across her lips. My cock stirred, despite the servicing it had
just received.

When she had taken in ten inches, she started to fuck it in earnest,
lifting her hips from the chair and beginning to move the hard, green
thing in and out. I picked up the digital camera, knowing that I would
treasure these pictures forever. She began to moan loudly as her first
hesitant, slow sliding gave way to faster thrusts, which took the
cucumber deeper in with each stroke. After about two minutes she was
pumping it desperately, barely keeping hold of the narrow end and her
face was contorted with lust, so obviously on the edge of climax. I

"Come now."

The shrill cries she gave echoed around the room, as she orgasmed,
never slowing in her urgent self fucking. She tossed her head from
side to side, the cucumber flashing in-out-in-out harder and deeper
than any prick between her spread thighs and the liberal coating of
her come making it shine in the light.

"Stop, Lucy"

She slowed her strokes instantly, until the end of the climax left her
panting, and she slid her vegetable dildo out of her cunt.

"Open you eyes Lucy, and lick all your juices off the cucumber."

Her eyes flew open and she blushed furiously, but she brought the
cucumber to her lips, looking right into my face over the top of it.
Her tongue curled out to taste her own come, and I knew this was a
first for her, but like everything else she'd done, initial hesitation
and shame was soon replaced by a kind of dirty delight.

I made her lick every trace off, and then whispered into her ear. My
cock was rigid and I couldn't wait any longer to mount her, but it had
to be on my terms.

She stood and pushed the chair away, then knelt on all fours in front
of me, her beautiful breasts hanging down, her legs apart and her arse
towards me.

"Fuck me," she begged in a tone full of longing, "Oh, Master, please,
I beg you, fuck me like the bitch I am. I'm your bitch in heat, your
slut, your whore, and all I want is you Master. I need your cock in
me, fill my cunt with your hardness master, please. Fuck me!"

This time I obliged, since she'd begged exactly as I told her, and
when I took her breasts into my hands and mounted her from behind -
the best way for bitches after all - she screamed out her thanks, just
as I told her to. She thanked me for every thrust, for my hands on her
tits and for every toothmark I bit deep into her flesh. When I felt my
climax building, I told her to come and the sheath of her cunt rippled
against my cock and finally, as I filled her cunt with my sperm, she
thanked me for that too, as if it was the best gift anyone had ever
given her.

I left her kneeling after I came and walked around in front of her,
while she panted and gasped.

"Company policy dictates that members of staff lick clean any cock
that's come inside them," I crooned, and laughed in delight as she
followed company policy.

The clock on the wall said three.

I helped her to her feet and held her hand as I walked her to the
door. "You've worked very hard today, Lucy," I told her. "Go home now,
and be here, at the house at nine tomorrow. We'll continue your
training then."

The voice that said "Yes Master, thank you" was hoarse from screaming,
but I've never seen a woman look happier than Lucy did, as she
clambered into her clothes and went home.


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