Sasha was still stunned at hearing her Aunt announce that 'training' would now begin. She hadn't any real idea what they could mean by that, and wasn't sure she wanted to find out either. But 'want' never entered the equation, no more then it had since she'd been caught down here early this morning. When Courtney took the leash again, giving it a gentle tug Sasha just docilely followed along. She didn't quite know what to do with her hands, it felt weird being leash-led and walking with them uncuffed. So she just held them at her sides and followed along behind Courtney as she walked back outside into the main room.

They stopped in an area that was thickly carpeted, which felt nice under her bare feet. There were several padded chairs there, with some small end tables by each one. Courtney turned, removed the leash and coiled it up, then sat down in one of the chairs, facing her slave. "You've already been given some instructions and rules Twerp," she began, "but your real training begins now. Pay close attention because, if you goof up, you'll be punished. Understand?"

Sasha dumbly nodded, nervously shifting her feet. Then jerked as Courtney snapped, "Hold still! You haven't been told you could move!" Huge, rounded eyes gazed at Courtney, stunned and startled. But she also stopped moving, too.

Courtney waited a few seconds, just sharply glaring at Twerp before she leaned back again and relaxed. "I'm going to explain a few things to you, then Mom is going to take over with the rest of today's training. So listen up. You're a slave Twerp," she stated. "My slave. My property and possession. You exist for one reason, and that is to obey and please me. Your sole purpose is to serve and be pleasing, even if I'm just enjoying my slave as a playtoy. Understand?"

Sasha swallowed, hard, then nodded. Oh, she understood, yes. That didn't necessarily mean she accepted or liked it, though.

"When told to do something, you're to do it right away. No balking, no hesitation. The only excuse I'll ever accept is if a slave doesn't understand what she's supposed to do. And since I'm gonna make sure you do clearly understand everything I tell you to do, I'm not likely to accept even that as an excuse." Courtney's voice never rose above her normal, soft, fluting tone. But Sasha started trembling anyway. "You're never to speak again. Maybe, one day, if you prove to me your worthiness, I'll change that. But, until and unless I do, you'll never say another word. Ever." Her voice grew quite sharp and stern at that and Sasha quailed, remembering that, not too long ago, she'd angrily snapped at Courtney.

"Your body is mine. To do with as I please, when I please," Courtney continued, "and not yours. It's my right to make my slave feel good with pleasure or to ache with the pain of punishment." Courtney breathed a mental sigh of relief at getting that part out without stumbling or messing up. These were pretty important points to make, and Mom had suggested good ways of phrasing them. Which didn't make it any easier for Courtney to get it out without a hitch! "That means a slave doesn't touch herself to make her feel good. Or press, lean, rub or anything else to do that either."

At first Sasha's face flushed, remembering being caught in the cage doing just that, then paled as the full import of the words hit her. And it only got worse.

"There are only two times when a slave may do that. One is when I've told her to touch and play with herself, because I want to watch her do that. And the other is when I have you tied up or something, and I tell you it's OK to rub up against stuff. But, those are the only times my slave may do that. And, if she disobeys me in this, I will make sure she regrets being able to feel those nice feelings."

Sasha had no idea how that was possible, but Courtney's grim, stern tone told her that it was, and she had no desire to find out what that would be like. Then she furiously blushed, tiny toes dug into the carpet as the rest filtered in, as she pictured Courtney telling her to rub her own pussy as she watched! She couldn't do something that embarrassing and humiliating! She just couldn't!

But she felt a ball of ice in her tummy knowing that, if she didn't do just that when told to do it, she'd be punished. And she had an awful suspicion that a paddling might very well be the least of her worries.

She was right, too.

Courtney looked up at her Mom then, as she'd finished saying all she was supposed to say. Samantha stepped forward then. "Twerp," she called out. Twerp looked up, quite visibly nervous and no little fearful. "Today we will be going over proper slave posture and positions. We will begin now."

Twerp just gave a tiny little nod. Suddenly she seemed to feel everything with crystal clarity. Her being totally naked in front of these two. The weight of the locked collar around her slender throat. The locked cuffs around her small wrists and ankles. Her utter, absolute helplessness, even when completely free and unbound.

"We'll start with kneeling," Samantha stated. "Kneel," she told Twerp who, with a bit of unsure hesitation, eased down onto her knees. "Legs firmly together. Insteps on the floor. Butt firmly on your heels. Back straight. Chest pushed up and out. Wrists crossed behind you at mid back. Head straight and erect but eyes looking downwards." With each correction Twerp made the appropriate adjustment, and all the while those tingles were gradually building again. She'd daydreamed all during this week what it would be like to be captured. Kidnapped. Made into a slave and trained as one. Well, now that was no longer a daydream. There was no mistaking, now, they really were serious about training her as a slave.

Up to this point, everything that had happened could have been just a very unusual, extreme punishment. But there was no need to include things like how to kneel properly, or 'slave postures and positions' if this was meant simply as punishment.

Courtney paid very close attention, too. Just like Twerp, all of this was new to her. And she'd be responsible for making sure that Twerp did everything correctly, something she couldn't do if she herself didn't know what was required. Unlike Twerp, she did have a 'cheat sheet' Mom had provided. But it was one thing to read about what each pose and position was supposed to be, and quite another to actually see them.

"That's a good start," Samantha said. "Now, stand up and kneel again. Only this time, make it look smooth and elegant." Cheeks heated at the chiding Twerp stood back up, then immediately sank to her small knees again. "Much better," Samantha praised, and Twerp felt a sudden heated tingly flush at her approval. "Hands a little higher. And push that chest up and out. Proudly show off your breasts."

Twerp really blushed at that, hot and furious. Instead of doing just that, she self-consciously hunched over. Courtney immediately scolded. "Twerp!" The little slave cringed at the sharp tone, nervously peeping up at Courtney who was scowling. "You were very pretty and graceful when you were a girl instead of a slave. And you didn't have any trouble wanting to show off your boobies then!" she said, sounding semi-exasperated.

Twerp blushed even deeper. It was true, though. She'd been inordinately proud of developing, of actually having breasts, no matter how small they might be, and had taken to wearing thin, light tops that clung and molded to her. She'd also been walking with a somewhat exaggerated lift to her chest, so that her breasts did show off better. It hadn't been exactly intentional, but it also hadn't been entirely subconscious either.

"As a slave, you should be even more graceful," Courtney continued, still scolding. "And proud. A slave should be proud to show herself off, show how pretty and graceful she is. You have very pretty boobies," she said, sounding envious, "and you should feel proud showing them off."

Now that both stung and complimented. Stung, in saying she looked clumsy and oafish. And complimented in that Courtney admitted thinking she looked pretty and graceful. And that her breasts looked pretty, too. Without really thinking about it she lifted her chest up, pushing her breasts more up and out.

Samantha was very glad Twerp wasn't looking at her right then, for her jaw had dropped. Where in the world did Courtney come up with that? she wondered, amazed.

"Much better!" Courtney said, sounding quite pleased. "Now, stand back up and show me how much better you can do that."

Twerp rose back up, much more flowing then she had before, then sank down to her knees yet again in a smooth, supple motion. This time everything clicking in place; hands, legs, back, head, eyes . . . and chest.

"Oooh yes!" Courtney breathily said, sounding awed and delighted. "Much better! Very good Twerp!"

Twerp was very confused. This should be terribly embarrassing and, in many ways, still was. But she felt a gentle wave of warmth flow through her at Courtney's sincere joy and praise.

Even Aunt Samantha sounded warmer then usual. "Very nice, yes. Tuck your tummy in just a little more though. It needs to remain nice and flat and taut. Yes, just like that. Good slave!"

Twerp's tiny toes gently wriggled as another flash of heat coursed through her. It had been a very long time, it seemed, since anyone had praised her. And while she might not approve of the current circumstances, she wasn't immune to the feelings.

"Now, this position is called 'Tower', Twerp," Samantha explained, shamelessly 'borrowing' the term from a popular fictional series. This position, and some of the others, weren't strictly the same as they were in those books, but Samantha had started calling them by those terms years ago and had never bothered to change or rename them. "Unless instructed otherwise, this is when a slave will be in Tower: whenever a slave is not actively doing something, she will be in Tower; whenever a slave is summoned, she will assume Tower upon arriving at her summoner; whenever she is being led, each and every time the one leading her stops, she will assume Tower. Understood?"

Twerp cautiously nodded. Jeez, this sounded redundant and complicated!

"Now, lean forwards. Extend your arms in front of you, wrists crossed. Touch the floor with your forehead. Keep your back straight and your arms fully stretched out."

Moments later Twerp was in that position. It felt a little strange, and for the life of her she couldn't figure out the purpose. She visibly tensed when Samantha announced the name of this particular position.

"This is called 'Tower for punishment'," she explained. "There are two variations to this, as well. If a slave is simply told to assume 'Tower for punishment' this is the position you will take. A slave may also then be told to 'Extend'. If so, this is what you will do. Lift your butt up, until your thighs are straight up and down. Slide your crossed wrists and forehead forwards as needed to keep your back straight."

Twerp didn't like this position much at all. She felt horribly vulnerable in it, and her excellent imagination had no difficulty picturing what it would be like being paddled like this.

"Tower," Samantha finally said, after giving Twerp about a minute to contemplate - and fully appreciate - that position. It wasn't terribly easy shifting back into that from the extended pose, but it wasn't awfully difficult, either. She almost looked up at her Aunt when she was back in position but caught herself at the last instant.

"Now, place your palms flat on the floor behind you. Wrists together. Deeply arch your back, thrusting your belly and chest up. Your breasts are to be the highest point of the arch, and pushed up the highest. Roll your head back, fully exposing your throat."

Twerp swallowed, face, throat and chest hotly blazing. Her throat wasn't going to be the only thing exposed like that! However, not wanting a graphic, personal demonstration of the immediately former position, and not seeing any other option, she hesitantly moved as told, horrendously blushing as she, very intentionally, pushed her little breasts upwards as instructed to do.

She couldn't see herself in this pose, couldn't tell if her nipples were hard but, from the growing tingles she had the awfullest feeling they were. Samantha and Courtney, however, had absolutely no difficulty noticing them. Tiny, hard, rosy peaks, taut and erect, crowning the very tops of small, firm, proud nascent breasts. Breasts that, unlike those of a more mature, older girl or woman, didn't change shape at all with them being upthrust but, instead, held the same gentle swell they did when Twerp was upright.

"Oooh, very lovely!" Samantha admired in a soft, wondrous voice. "Isn't she Mom?" said Courtney, sounding just as awed and charmed. Twerp's tummy abruptly tightened even more, the heated tingles increasing at their sincere, pleased admiring tones. They weren't teasing, taunting or ridiculing, they really thought she looked pretty! They liked this! And her!

"This is called 'Display' Twerp," Samantha finally explained. Considering what she must look like, that made perfect sense to her! "When told to display when in Tower, that is how you will do it. Tower," she then told Twerp, who struggled back into that from her former pose.

"There is one final variation of Tower," Samantha stated, "and that is 'Tower relaxed'. It is a more informal pose then the others. Should a slave be told to relax she may ease her posture. Her legs are still to remain tightly pressed together and her eyes downcast. But otherwise she may seek a more comfortable posture, permitting her hands to lower and allow her body to relax." Samantha did not, however, instruct the little slave to test try that position, something that Twerp didn't miss.

"Now, that is how a slave kneels when she is with anyone else but her Mistress. Unless, of course, her Mistress instructs otherwise." Twerp almost missed what followed, startled by that. With anyone else? she uneasily thought. Surely Aunt Samantha didn't mean others would share in this, did she?

"Once again, the commands for those positions are Tower; Tower for punishment; Tower for punishment, extended, or simply 'Extend' if already in that position; Tower for display, or simply 'Display' if already in that position; Tower relaxed, or simply 'Relax' if already in that position. Understood?"

Twerp weakly nodded, feeling a bit overwhelmed and nonplused, not even thinking that those last verbal instructions seemed a bit repetitious. All she was hoping was that she could possibly remember them all, as she hadn't ever thought there could be so many different ways to kneel. She was even more stunned moments later.

"The position a slave will kneel in for her Mistress is known as 'Nadu'. It is exactly like Tower, except you open your legs as wide as you can. Now, do it."

Shifting back and forth as she remained kneeling Twerp slowly opened her legs. Further and further, blushing more and more the wider they spread, until she really couldn't open them much wider without discomfort. She was very aware of how open and exposed that must make her appear.

"Not too bad for a first effort Twerp," Samantha informed her. "I'm sure you'll be able to open even wider after a few weeks of stretches and exercises."

Twerp just kept her eyes cast down, as she'd been told to do. Which gave her the proverbial 'bird's eye view' of her exposed posture. Which was, she guessed, quite intentional, as her Aunt continued explaining, "You are your Mistress' slave Twerp. Your body belongs to her, and her alone. Thus, only to her will a slave kneel in this fashion, concealing nothing that belongs to her and exposing to her sight and touch everything that is hers. Only when instructed by your Mistress to kneel in this manner will a slave do so when others are present. Understood?"

Again Twerp weakly nodded, stunned by that explanation. Again and again, against her will and determination, she was feeling more and more like the slave they had made her.

Samantha walked her through the variations of this pose, too. Which, save for her slender little legs being spread wide, were identical to the ones for Tower. What wasn't identical was how Twerp felt about them. For the punishment ones made her feel even more dreadfully vulnerable, and the display one, well . . . even more appallingly open and bared.

Currently she was in Nadu displayed, her small budding breasts lifted high, and her pussy very open and exposed. Again both of them made muttered sounds of admiration and pleasure as she held that position in front of them. Twerp didn't see Courtney get up, she couldn't possibly see that with her head rolled all the way back. Nor could she hear her walk over, the thick carpeting muffling the sounds of her small boots as she approached. But she did sense her when she crouched at her side.

"Jeez Twerp," Courtney softly whispered, still sounding awed, "You look awful pretty like this."

Twerp brightly blushed, both embarrassed and quite flattered. Then her taut tummy twitched as a tiny warm hand lightly rested atop it. Courtney didn't say another word, just lightly started caressing her tummy, sides, hips and inner thighs. Inner thighs held so very wide open. The caresses weren't light enough to tickle, just real gentle. But for all their gentleness they abruptly fanned the tingles thrumming in her. Made her tummy feel tight and achy.

Tiny fingers brushed just under the swell of small budding breasts, not quite touching. Lazily drifted just to either side of her pussy, again, not quite touching. Yet still Twerp's breathing slowly grew ragged, her skin flushed. Courtney's huge eyes widened in delight seeing her slave's nipples grow even harder, more erect. Saw her pussy glistening with sticky threads of cream. She still thought that looked icky, but she sure liked knowing what that meant! And that she was the reason Twerp responded that way!

Samantha just watched, not interrupting. The training was, by no means, over. Yet it wouldn't hurt - and would even help a great deal - to have Twerp earn this sort of encouraging reward. She had to sternly control herself, because she, too, wanted to just caress the little beauty kneeling on display. And she was finding it more and more difficult to remain as purely, strictly objective as she intended.

Although she wasn't at all sure that's what she really desired, after all.

She'd been a practicing Domme for over 13 years, although she'd 'dabbled' in it since her late teens. And had played her share of 'tie-up' when she was a child. Sometimes as the tie-er, but just as often as the tie-ee. And although those games had been innocent, the daydreams she'd had about them had not. So Samantha could certainly sympathize with Twerp in that regard.

She'd never before had any trouble separating in her head the difference between the innocent, innocuous tie-up games of her childhood and the more erotic, sensual and lascivious 'games' she played as an adult. Never before had she pictured a child - well, other then herself, anyway; quite often she'd enjoy little fantasizes of if-only-I-knew-then-what-I-know-now in the privacy of her own mind and imagination - involved in the latter.

Until now.

Despite armoring herself behind a wall of cool, serene impassivity, those walls were being assaulted. Battered and crumbling from the sheer, unadulterated erotic vision of Twerp. Samantha had never seen anyone or anything as purely, utterly sensual and erotic. Perhaps it was the apparent dichotomy between that of unsullied innocence and sheer raw lust. Curiosity versus primal desire. And perhaps it was also the singular uniqueness of the situation: that of an ingenuous, naive child poised on the verge of budding maturity, intellectually, consciously ignorant yet instinctively, innately needing and longing, seeking and desiring, yearning and craving. And given no choice concerning what, when or how things happened to her.

Whatever it was, Samantha was not immune to the effects that had on her. She couldn't deny it, and wouldn't if she could. She found this entire situation, and Twerp herself, exciting. Thrilling. Electrifying. Stimulating.

Arousing.

Oh, not in the I-need-to-hump-a-doorknob arousing. Or even the I-want-to-jump-in-bed-with-her arousing. Much more a gentle, tender, affectionate intimate arousal. Much more tenderly sensual then egregiously, flagrantly sexual.

But, sexual it was, as well. And Twerp's sheer guileless yet eager passionate cravings were the flame to Samantha's moth. She might flutter in circles around and around for a long time but, in the end, Samantha knew she'd be consumed. She might have a great deal of will power and control, but she wasn't stone. If she permitted things to continue as they currently were, that flame was going to devour her.

And that wasn't even considering how this was effecting her daughter.

So far, Courtney seemed to be looking at this as a very exciting game. One that had solemn reasons behind it, true enough, and a very serious objective, too. But still an amusing, secret adventure.

So far.

Because Samantha couldn't forget how Courtney, while reciting the events of that morning, squirmed during lunch. Or some of her comments and observations, either. So, while it might be only a game and an opportunity for a well-deserved comeuppance, it might not remain that way for long.

Twerp, meanwhile, had softly closed her eyes. Her skin was delicately flushed, her body very gently twitching and wriggling as Courtney lightly caressed her. It was very difficult to remain in her current pose, both out of sheer utter mortified embarrassment and the fact that it was a strain to arch that way, but also due to the jolting, shivery tingles Courtney's tiny stroking fingers were shooting through her.

Courtney wanted to keep playing with her slave, but there was more stuff to cover first. And she'd have time a bit later to play anyway. "More, later," she airily promised, giving a gentle tender pet of a tiny hand right to Twerp's uplifted, arched up pussy.

Twerp sharply gasped, a breathy swift inhale as sleek hips bucked up. Then collapsed down, unable to hold the taut, upwards arch of her body. She gave a very soft, almost inaudible moan of dismay as she dropped down, a flutter of panic at her failure to remain in position. She struggled back up moments later back into position, eyes still closed, fearful of seeing expressions she was certain would be cold, stern and unforgiving.

So she was utterly surprised to hear her Aunt simply murmur, "Well done Twerp," actually sounding pleased with her!

"Tower," Samantha told her, and Twerp wriggled back up into that position. A silent exhaled sigh of relief, both at being spared scolding and punishment as well as that being easier on her muscles and joints, still flushed both from the caresses and from having been so exposed and displayed, and from the pleased tone of her Aunt.

"Next we will be covering standing positions," and Twerp smothered a groan. More positions!? she thought in dismay.

There were, indeed. Standing, which consisted of standing erect, feet shoulder width apart, wrists once again crossed behind her at the middle of her back, back straight, chest pushed up and out, head straight and eyes looking down. Then 'Stand for punishment', which required her to lean as far forwards as possible, gripping her ankles. And finally 'Stand displayed' which necessitated leaning way back, small palms flat against the back of her thighs and slid down as far as her flexibility permitted her to arch back, and her head tipped back, too, until she looked at the floor, fully exposing her throat.

And then there were sitting positions which, like the kneeling ones, had variations depending upon whether she sat for others or for her Mistress. In the former, Twerp would sit with her legs together, knees bent, with legs curled up at her side. While for the latter she would sit cross-legged, tailor-fashion. The unmodified 'Sit' position was quite similar to kneeling in that her wrists were, once again, to be crossed behind at the middle of her back, her back straight and chest pushed up and out, with her head straight and eyes looking down. There was, thank goodness, no 'Sit for punishment' (what a surprise, she thought, considering her butt was protected by the floor while sitting) but there were 'Sit for display' and 'Sit relaxed' ones.

By now Twerp's head was swimming. Jeez, but there were a lot of positions to remember! Was this ever gonna end?!

Well, all things, do, of course, come to an end. Fortunately for Twerp, today's training regarding positions was almost finished. There were several more, Samantha knew, but she wasn't too sanguine about including those yet. If ever.

As Twerp was already standing Samantha nodded to Courtney, who stood up and approached her slave. "When told 'Leash', or when seeing your Mistress or another about to attach a leash to your collar, you will take the 'Stand' position, except you will also tip your chin up, exposing your collar," Samantha instructed. Courtney reached out her small hand, the clip of the leash held in tiny fingers, and Twerp did just that, tipping her chin up. She couldn't help the little shiver that rippled through her at that as, once again, she was assisting with what was happening.

"When being led, a slave is to remain alert. She stops when her Mistress, or whoever is leading her, stops, kneeling as proper to the situation unless instructed otherwise. If specifically told to 'Follow', a slave will assume the 'Stand' position rather then the appropriate kneeling one at each pause or halt. She walks one step to the right and two steps behind, keeping a little slack in the leash. Her leash should never pull taut," Samantha firmly explained. "A slave is being led, not pulled along behind like a wagon."

At that Courtney said, "Follow," then began leading Twerp, making a wide circle around the area, stopping now and then. This time Twerp, when she followed, kept her hands crossed behind her back, feeling much like she had when being led when the cuffs had been locked back there. The only real difference between those other times and this one was that she had to keep her little chest lifted up so that small nascent breasts were proudly pushed out.

That was a decidedly odd, strange feeling, walking that way. A rather embarrassing one that, nevertheless - and like quite a lot that had happened so far - sent little jolting tingles shivering through her.

Over the next half hour Twerp practiced being led, both kneeling and standing at each pause, plus was put through a rigorous series of exercises, practicing what she'd already been taught and shown. Praised when she did exceptionally well, chided if she goofed a little, and scolded if she gravely erred.

She didn't dare hesitate, balk or refuse. Nor, she gradually realized as time passed, did she really want to. Other then being fatiguing and exhausting, this wasn't terribly bad or awful. And, if she was frankly honest with herself, it was even a little exciting. As if some of those vague, shadowy thoughts and images she'd daydreamed about had condensed and crystallized into tangibility. She hadn't really any idea what being 'trained as a slave' entailed, and now she was discovering those answers. Perhaps not willingly, and not in a manner she'd have chosen, but she was getting explanations nevertheless.

She was really being trained.

Not taught. Not having questions answered, her curiosity appeased. But trained!

By the time the lessons were over Twerp was quite fatigued, muscles achy and feeling weak. She was mortally grateful that they'd chosen the gag they had, otherwise she'd have been a soaked, slobbered mess and would have been panting through her nose. Instead she could much more easily swallow and breath through her mouth without difficulty. Twerp wished they'd give her a break though. She wanted to rest rather badly. It was getting harder, more difficult, to shift from position to position with anything resembling 'grace'.

However, Twerp didn't know that the lessons were over. Neither bothered to inform her of that little fact. She was just a slave, after all. So, when Courtney said "Follow" again, she simply - and understandably - followed along, assuming it was just more walking practice. She kept her eyes down as she padded along, like she was supposed to do, wearied and spent. Courtney led her on a different path then the other times, she was distantly aware of that. Then finally stopped. Twerp wasn't expecting the halt, as they weren't back at the practice area, and took another step after Courtney had stopped. She softly blushed, tensing a little, expecting a scold for her messing up. Then swallowed, visibly jerked and shivered, finally noticing where they'd stopped.

Not a foot away was the Y-shaped rack. The black leather of the padding softly gleaming in the lights. The rack she'd had the daydreams about. The same one she'd laid atop, eyes closed, slender arms and legs stretched out. Fantasizing about having her wrists and ankles locked in the cuffs, then her body being tightly stretched out, being unable to move or anything.

The same one she'd, later that night, daydreamed about lying in bed. Stretched out atop her sheets, pretending as if she'd been strapped down to it. Imagining that. Picturing what it would be like to be strapped down to that, unable to move. Strapped down to that by someone, who'd slowly tighten the chains to the cuffs until she was taut and strained.

The same rack that, when she'd daydreamed all that, had ignited her tingles as never before.

Had gotten her wet for the very first time.

Samantha had very expertly gauged when Twerp was worn out, giving her daughter a tiny nod as a signal as they'd discussed beforehand. Courtney had been very eagerly looking forward to this part, more so then she'd been about the more 'boring' practice lessons. She was still enthusiastically looking forward to this but, much to her surprise and astonishment, had found the practice lessons not as dull as she'd imagined they would be. It had been, she'd discovered, very exciting watching her slave being trained. As she performed, over and over, the poses and positions. Very exciting. Watching her slave's little, naked, collared and cuffed body slipping in and out of all those very fascinating positions!

More than anything else that had happened so far this made Courtney feel as if Twerp really was a slave. Granted, a lot of the other stuff had made it obvious they weren't treating Twerp as merely an errant, naughty, disobedient girl, true. But, somehow, this made it seem ever so much more real. And made Courtney feel very . . . nice inside. Big. Strong. Powerful. Tingly and warm.

Especially seeing Twerp's expressions. She didn't like or want this. It was embarrassing and humiliating for her. Even more so because she was getting excited by it, too. Courtney could tell that. And that was so very exciting to Courtney. Seeing that. Knowing that. Knowing that Twerp was unable to do a thing to change, prevent or stop anything that was happening.

Change, prevent or stop anything Courtney wanted to do . . . because Twerp was her slave.

Ooooooo!

It was playtime now, and Courtney had been looking forward to this part very eagerly. Tying Twerp down and making her squirm and squirm! She and Mom had talked about what she might do this time, and they'd settled on using the rack thing she'd stopped in front of. Well, Courtney had chosen it; she had the final say in things, which still stunned her at times.

Both Samantha and Courtney were startled at Twerp's reaction when they stopped there. She looked liked someone had jabbed a pin in her butt, a sharp jerk and a soft sharp inhale when she spotted the rack. And both were quick to observe small hard rosy peaks that tightened and puckered even further. All through practice they'd been gently puckered, but no sooner did the little slave spot the rack then they hardened to tiny points.

Samantha lightly patted the top of the rack, right at the point where the two split legs joined the other. "Up," was all she said. Twerp deeply swallowed, another shiver rippled her softly flushed skin. Slipping up on it she sat on the edge, facing them, little legs dangling, small feet off the floor. Courtney reached up and unclipped the leash then. Samantha started to tell her to lay back and settle herself into position then changed her mind.

Instead she simply nudged and pressed, easing Twerp down, then sideways atop the rack. The little slave didn't really resist, although her small body was quite tense. Now and then she gave barely audible little whimpers as Samantha positioned her atop the padded leather surface, little tremors visibly rippling her skin and muscles. Her slender arms were brought up overhead and left there, unsecured, while her lithe, coltish legs were left - for now - just next to each other.

Those soft whines and tremors increased as Samantha brought up and over from beneath the rack three sets of wide straps, lightly laying them over Twerp. She hadn't even known they were there! They weren't like anything she'd yet experienced, and feeling their cool, sturdy weight atop her bare skin made her shiver.

One set was slackly draped over Twerp low down at her hips, the second at her chest and the third just under her arms, then each was loosely snugged down and buckled. She just lay there, motionless save for gentle fidgets, huge emerald eyes wide, feeling her heart starting to race and pound as her Aunt secured the straps, hearing the soft chime of the buckles. Her pulse started thudding harder, her breathing starting to grow more rapid, as Samantha locked the ring of each wrist cuff to the ends of two chains, clearly hearing the light 'click' as each shackle was closed. Her little arms were now fastened shoulder width apart over her head. The tip of a tiny, moist pink tongue slipped past the rubber snaffle in her small mouth, trying to wet suddenly dry lips.

When Samantha stepped down towards her legs Twerp gave another mewled whimper, understanding what was to come next. Gently but firmly Samantha took a small cuffed ankle in her hands. Moving it far to the side until the slender lithe limb was fully stretched out atop one of the legs of the wide V part of the rack, she then locked the ankle cuff ring to the shackle there. Shifting to the opposite side Samantha repeated that, until Twerp's legs were spread quite wide and locked in place.

Twerp's breathing was growing more rapid and shallow, feeling more and more of her freedom to move helplessly taken from her. She wasn't totally immobile, but she knew - not guessed, but knew - that, very soon, that would change. She hotly blushed, well aware of what she must look like held down this way: pussy wide open, exposed and displayed. Vulnerable. Little shivers rippled her flushed skin, then she quivered deeper as Samantha brought up from beneath even more straps.

These were quite firmly buckled above and below Twerp's little knees, completely securing slender, slim legs down to the V-part of the rack. All she could do was wiggle her feet back and forth. Courtney was avidly watching the entire time, huge gray eyes sparkling with delight and eager anticipation.

Twerp's eyes were rounded, glazed saucers, able only to watch as her Aunt continued fastening her to the rack . . . just as she'd imagined this happening to her in her daydreams. Slowly, surely, implacably being secured and rendered helpless. And now she moved up to Twerp's head and without warning or fanfare began turning the wheel up there.

*click* *click* *click* *click*

One after another, with an eerie, dreadful ponderousness the ratchet of the pulley wheel clicked. Samantha rotated the wheel, slowly tightening the wrist chains, gradually drawing Twerp's wrists and arms higher over her head, stretching her out. With each tick of the ratchet, with each sensation of being drawn more taut and strained Twerp softly whimpered and mewled. Tiny toes and fingers wriggled, flexed, clenched. Small hands and feet twisted in the cuffs, her head looked wildly left and right. Yet small nipples grew impossibly tighter, a deep rose, small hard erect nubs that jutted up from flushed wrinkled aureoles.

Samantha stopped just shy of discomfort, then finished firmly snugging down the three body straps, watching Twerp's flushed smooth, soft, silky skin gently compress beneath the binding. The little slave was completely secured, all motion and movement denied her taut naked body save for impotent, useless motion of head and small hands and feet.

Courtney padded over then, her huge eyes fervently alight. She lightly caressed her tiny hands all over Twerp's taut, quivering tummy, looking very much like a kid let loose in a candy shoppe and not knowing what treat to start with first. "I'm gonna make you squirm!" she whispered in exhilaration, making Twerp shiver even more. Samantha just indulgently smiled, ruffling Courtney's hair before walking off to gather a few more items.

Jolting electric tingles raced through Twerp. Her heart was thudding and racing, her breathing swift and shallow. Virtually all of her was exposed to Courtney's sight and touch; nothing hidden, nothing protected. She couldn't move. Couldn't resist. Couldn't cover herself. Helplessly strapped down, drawn taut.

Courtney drank in everything with awed enchantment. From the moment Twerp had first spotted this thing ('rack', Mom had called it) she'd started getting aroused. Courtney could tell that, now, from what she'd learned today. She saw all the signs: the tight nipples, the wet pussy, the flushed skin and funny breathing, the gentle wriggling squirms. Oh yes! she thought with delight, her slave was very aroused! And Courtney hadn't even started playing with her slave yet!

This was so incredibly fascinating and awesome! She just loved seeing Twerp all helpless. All naked and embarrassed. All squirmy and panting. And all because of what Courtney had decided to do! And she couldn't do a thing to stop or prevent how Courtney made her feel inside. Way cool! This was just as much fun, just as exciting as paddling and cropping her had been!

She didn't want to rush things with Twerp yet. For two reasons. One was something Mom had suggested and Courtney thought sounded OK. The other was curiosity; she wanted to see what might happen if she just sorta teased Twerp for a while. How she'd react if touched everywhere but those two areas Courtney had discovered would force her to squirm.

Shifting down a little she started lightly brushing tiny fingertips up and down silken inner thighs. Slender, spread-wide limbs that quivered and tensed at the feathery-light caresses. That made Twerp inhale in that shivery weird way. Courtney liked how the tensed, corded muscle lightly quivering under her tiny palms felt. Liked seeing how her slave's pussy was gradually growing more puffy and swollen, more rosy in hue. And definitely wetter.

An abrupt, wickedly fiendish look spread across her face. Much like Courtney, Twerp was also very ticklish. Extremely, profoundly so. When they were littler they used to play tickle games with each other. But, last year, her cousin had stopped playing them, saying she was too ticklish and didn't enjoy being tickled any more. Courtney had been a little disappointed, but she respected that and so had stopped sneaking tickles in on Sasha. It wasn't a fun game, after all, if someone playing didn't like the game! It would have been mean, cruel and wrong of Courtney to have ignored her cousin's wishes on that. But this was Courtney's slave now, and it didn't matter if her slave liked being tickled or not. All that mattered was if Courtney did!

Twerp didn't know what was behind that diabolical, gleeful expression of Courtney's, but it didn't seem to bode well, whatever it was. She was spared, however, for the moment, by the return of her Aunt, who set some things down nearby, out of Twerp's sight. Courtney gave a final little pet to Twerp's tummy before padding up by her slave's head, then took the keyring from her belt. "Hold still," she ordered Twerp, then started unlocking the little padlocks securing the gag buckles.

Twerp held very still, once again more then willing to do virtually anything to have a gag taken off her. Although she had a very sneaking suspicion that this was only going to be a temporary respite.

Sasha just watched as Courtney removed the three small locks, setting them on the side before unfastening the three sets of buckles, reaching her small hands behind Twerp's neck to reach two of them. Once the straps were disconnected it was very easy to lift off the head harness, and the rubber snaffle bit simply lifted out of Twerp's mouth, the little slave assisting in that by opening her small mouth wide.

Courtney set that to the side alongside the locks before turning back to her slave. "Thirsty?" she asked.

Twerp timidly nodded. She was, although not as terribly parched as she had been several times today. She had the awfullest suspicion, too, as to how Courtney would give her something to drink as, flat on her back this way, Twerp couldn't see how she could drink even using a straw or sippy cup.

She was right, too, as Aunt Samantha handed Courtney a filled baby bottle. Obviously that had been one of the things her Aunt had gone and fetched. Courtney simply held it matter of factly to her lips, her expression no different then if she'd been watering potted plants. Aunt Samantha looked expressionless, too, as if this was perfectly normal, so ordinary and commonplace as not worthy of noticing.

Twerp parted her lips for the nipple and, remembering the earlier fiasco with the chocolate milk, took a cautious, testing suckle. Cool cherry flavored sports drink flowed into her mouth, the citrusy tart-sweet liquid tasting refreshing. Once she'd started drinking Courtney's eyes and expression did change, just like they had before. Gazing down at her as she held the bottle with huge, gleaming eyes, Courtney looked positively enthralled, fascinated, delighted and enchanted.

After drinking about half the bottle Twerp took a final swallow before releasing the nipple from her small pursed lips. "All done?" Courtney asked and, when her slave nodded, handed the bottle back to her Mom. "Now, open your mouth real wide," Courtney instructed.

Twerp deeply shivered again, sensing what to expect. Samantha handed her a foam sponge ball, one that looked horribly familiar. "Yuck!" Courtney exclaimed as the still-soggy, now feeling cold and clammy, ball was placed in her tiny hand. Holding it between a tiny finger and thumb she turned back to face her slave. Then literally froze as she mentally compared the size of the expanded ball with that of her slave's wide open small mouth. It just didn't seem possible that it would fit inside, and she looked over and up at her Mom, her expression clearly asking 'Can this really fit inside?'

Samantha just nodded so, with a little shrug Courtney looked back down at her slave. "Hold still," she repeated, this time as she carefully placed the ball right over her slave's open mouth.

Twerp was quivering harder now, plainly remembering how that ball had felt inside her mouth, gagging her. And remembering the sensation as she'd been the one doing that. This time, however, her little cousin was the one about to press that all the way inside, and she couldn't stop the racing, jolting shivery tingles that created.

With a soft, frowny look of utter cautious concentration Courtney gingerly pressed the ball down. It still seemed much bigger then where she was trying to put it. Tiny fingers carefully pressed and nudged, pushed and prodded, until the sponge ball started compressing as it was wedged in past Twerp's open lips and teeth. Each time her slave made a sound she paused, concerned she was hurting her or doing something wrong. And, after each pause, gradually started pressing it back inside more. As more and more of that started slipping inside Courtney's eyes got bigger and rounder. "Oooooo!" she breathily murmured, wriggling as she watched the sponge so completely filling the inside of Twerp's wide-gaped small mouth.

Finally the last was pressed inside. "Wow!" she airily whispered, absolutely amazed. And excited, too. Very excited. It was so cool seeing Twerp's mouth absolutely stuffed with that ball! So stuffed she couldn't even close her mouth again! Awesome!

Samantha ripped off a piece of tape, her eyes expertly gauging how long it needed to be. Handing it to her daughter, Courtney carefully (as Mom had explained to do) placed it right over the squished up ball just visible behind Twerp's teeth, firmly smoothing it across, from ear to ear. The second and third pieces made a big X right over her opened mouth, then Courtney smoothed them all down a second time with her little palm.

Twerp was already whuffling through her tiny nostrils, unable to breathe through her mouth now. Courtney hadn't seen her gagged this way before, as Mom had taken it off before she'd brought Courtney down that first time. But she'd told her all about it, and she'd been eager to see - and hear - what that had been like.

Tiny fingers lovingly brushed along the tape. Courtney softly whispered, "I love how this looks. I loved gagging you with that." Twerp's tummy plummeted, unwillingly accepting and understanding she'd better get used to this, as it seemed Courtney was planning on doing it a lot. She hoped she'd wash and dry the ball off first before reusing it, because it tasted really nasty and icky being put back in without being rinsed off first. But she couldn't figure out how in the world to ask Courtney to do that, so could only hope either her or her Aunt would figure that out on their own and take pity on her.

Courtney, however, wasn't done yet, it seemed, for she turned back around, taking what her Mom handed her. Twerp didn't have to wait long to have her nervous curiosity satisfied, though. Courtney got to see her huge, wide eyes round even more for an instant, right before slipping the black satin blindfold over her slave's eyes.

It was thick yet very soft. Completely covered her eyes, and had a little cutout for her nose. And, to make sure it would totally block all vision and light, the nose cutout had soft satin ruffled folds that molded against her nose. Two wide elastic bands were slipped behind her head, one above and the other below her small whorled ears. They snugly, uniformly held and pressed the blindfold over her eyes, and not a glimmer or sparkle of light could be seen.

A jolt of panic surged through Twerp at that. Being blindfolded 'upped the ante' on the helpless sensation she felt. Made her feel, somehow, more isolated. Alone. Her taut, stretched naked body jerked, she softly whimpered, that sound severely muffled by the ball stuffing her mouth. She whimpered again, a pathetic pleading sound, not liking this at all, just shy of actually panicking. Her heart was almost painfully thumping in her chest.

Courtney glanced at her Mom, noticing both her distressed sounds and jerks. Samantha thoughtfully pursed her lips, intently scrutinizing Twerp. That she was scared she didn't misdoubt at all. However, fear was not necessarily a bad thing for everyone. Some actually thrived on it, consciously or not. Certainly those into breath play and asphyxia did so! The question was . . . did Twerp?

Samantha was ready to instantly remove the blindfold if there was even a hint that Twerp might slip from fear into panicked hysteria. But while Twerp never truly relaxed, she did settle down just the slightest, even though she kept softly whimpering and trembling.

"I thought we might continue the anatomy lessons from this morning," Samantha softly stated, once she was sure that Twerp wasn't going to panic. She did tense at that, however, making a soft, low muffled embarrassed moan and flushing deeper.

"Kewl!" Courtney chirped. "I'd like that!"

Ohmahgawd! Twerp mentally whimpered, jerking and tensing, vividly and distinctly remembering what that earlier lesson had been like . . . and how and why it had taken the 'detour' it had. And she was even more helpless, even more utterly exposed and open then she'd been then!

The two of them meandered downwards, Samantha standing at Twerp's hips and Courtney - her Mom motioning where she wanted her daughter to stand - stepping right up between her little slave's wide-spread slender legs atop the V of the rack. Right before her very eyes, level with her small chest, was Twerp's smooth, bare exposed pussy. Courtney's huge gray eyes sparkled with delight and anticipation. Mom had the bestest lessons!

"You remember what I explained this morning, yes?" Samantha inquired.

"Yes Mom," Courtney replied, nodding. Then simply started repeating what she'd been taught. "This whole thing is called the vulva. Or pussy," she recited with a big grin, one with a trace of sanctioned naughtiness to it. As she recited her earlier lesson Courtney lightly traced the appropriate area with the tip of a tiny finger. As soon as Twerp felt that feather light brush she abruptly stiffened, her entire little body tensing, then made a low, soft little cry as she started quivering and trembling. "This is the mons pubis, or mons. And these are the la . . .la . . . labia," she finally got out, a huge grin as she remembered at last, "or pussy lips."

"Very good baby!" Samantha proudly said, at which Courtney wriggled with pleasure at the praise. Meanwhile, Twerp was wriggling for far different reasons. "Any questions so far?"

"Uh-huh!" Courtney instantly chirped. "Where does a penis go?" asking the one thing that her curiosity had been bugging her the most.

Samantha smothered a laugh at her daughter's wide-eyed, eager expression, while both of them ignored Twerp's sudden mortified muffled groan of dismay.

"Good question sweetheart," she said. "See the slit where her pussy lips press come together?"

"Uh-huh. They aren't really together any more though," Courtney noticed. "They're sorta swollen and pulled apart."

Courtney was correct in her observation. Between how widely-splayed Twerp's legs were and how swollen and puffy her pussy had become, the twin, soft smooth folds there had opened up. Flowering like a blossom they had somewhat pulled apart, revealing the glistening pink interior.

"Gently nudge them more open," Samantha instructed, again both of them ignoring any sight or sound of Twerp's protests. With the greatest of care Courtney lightly pressed against one, softly cooing as that cleft opened wider. "Oooooooh! Look!" she exclaimed.

Twerp's cleft had parted open at that light pressure, sticky threads of cream, like webbing, connecting the sides. And as they'd opened further they revealed, down below, the rounded darkness of her opening, clearly visible.

"See that opening?" Samantha asked. Courtney nodded. "That's called the vagina. And that's where a penis goes." She didn't mention, this time, that more then a penis could go there.

"Kewl!" Courtney excitedly burbled. "Can I touch it?"

Twerp tensed again at that, softly moaning in futile dismay.

"Sure," Samantha said with a smile, all the while keeping a close eye on the little slave firmly strapped motionless.

Twerp gave a series of light shudders and trembles as she felt the tip of a tiny finger trace around an opening that had never been touched before. That she'd never touched before!

"It looks awful small for a penis Mom," Courtney observed, literally staring right at it as she circled the warm, slick flesh, mentally comparing it's diameter to that of the penis of the gag.

Again Samantha had to smother a laugh at her daughter's dry, objective tone. "Yes, it does look small," she agreed. But it's basically a ring of muscle. So it can expand. Quite a bit, in fact."

Courtney nodded, wishing she could see what it looked like when a penis went in. Even if she personally thought that sounded disgusting. I mean, really! she thought. Who would want part of a boy's body pushed into them? That just sounded so gross!

She kept lightly brushing her fingertip around and around, feeling how wet and warm and slippery that felt. Watching as yet more of that cream stuff seemed to appear and ooze out, watching as Twerp - no matter how hard she struggled to ignore or resist what was happening . . . and miserably failing - started gently squirming again.

Then her clever mind thought of something. Looking up at her Mom she asked, "That penis gag Mom . . . that's how big a real penis is?"

Samantha nodded. "Yes sweetheart. A real one is that big around, yes. But a real one is also a lot longer, too. Average ones are about six inches long when erect and almost five around."

"Wow!" Courtney breathlessly exhaled, darting her eyes back to Twerp's exposed pussy. "That's huge!"

Samantha shrugged. "I guess so," she diffidently said, not really at all concerned about what the average male looked like.

"If that penis gag is like a real penis though," Courtney continued, going back to lightly stroking, "could I put that in Twerp, so I can see what that looks like?"

Both Twerp and Samantha jerked at that, although Twerp's jerking was accompanied by an indignant muffled squeal of protest and denial.

Samantha cut her eyes to Twerp. Her flushed skin had paled a bit at that question, but then another crimson tide had flooded her body. She was visibly trembling, small hands and feet tugging at the cuffs, little naked body twitching against the confining straps. Samantha didn't know just how much Twerp really knew, or had learned - or guessed - during her illicit explorations down here. It seemed as if she had some clue, though.

This, however . . . was the pivotal crux she'd been fearing. The critical juncture. On one side, the side she'd been keeping things at so far, lay, figuratively speaking, a more detailed, intimate version of playing 'Doctor'. While on the other . . .

There would be no way of rationalizing away, no way of 'spin doctoring', the other. If Samantha permitted things to cross over into areas like penetration with toys, this would become sexual. Not remain as it had simply been so far. Not simply sensual. Not just intimate. Not merely erotic.

Sexual.

It needn't always be sexual, of course. But, much like opening Pandora's Box, once this lid was open, you couldn't just pack away the experience and pretend it had never happened. Things had progressed far faster then Samantha had been prepared for. She still hadn't decided, one way or another, what to do. Duty and responsibility warred with morality and ethics, which battled with Samantha's own desire to teach and train which, in turn, skirmished with both Twerp's and Courtney's innocent yet driving burning curiosity.

Curiosity which, at some point in their lives, would have to be faced. Questions that would have to be answered. It wasn't a matter of if, but of when.

As Courtney's parent Samantha had the right, the duty and obligation, to teach her daughter. Society might frown, or even gasp in dismay and outrage, in how she chose to do that, true. But as long as Courtney wasn't harmed, wasn't forced, coerced or manipulated, society could take a long, slow drop into Hell for all she cared. She wasn't about to arm her daughter to face the world with a rubber band gun. Samantha knew, oh yes, how she knew, just how dangerous, wicked and evil the world could be to an innocent.

Especially an innocent with the frightening intellect and insatiable drive to learn her daughter possessed.

But, Samantha wasn't Twerp's parent. It wasn't her responsibility or obligation to teach and educate Twerp. She didn't have the right to decide to do that, the right to decide when or how to do that. And, much more to the point . . . Twerp, unlike Courtney, hadn't consented to any of this 'education'.

Samantha knew very well that, given ten entire weeks with Twerp, there was no worry or concern about her protesting to anyone about what had happened to her over the summer. One of the things that a Dominant was skilled in was manipulation. The difference between a true Dominant versus a predator or abuser was that a Dominant didn't use manipulation for purely selfish, amoral means. It was used to further a submissive's or slave's growth. Helped them mature and grow. A means to an end, yes, but that end was for the benefit of the slave, helping to nurture, teach, train and guide them, to become all that they could be.

Samantha mentally groaned at that last, the U.S. Army's jingle of 'Be all that you can be' ironically popping into her head. But it was true, nonetheless.

However, like any tool, what could be used for good could also be used for selfish motives. It wouldn't be terribly difficult at all to mold and control, finesse and charm Twerp, so that the problem of consent - or lack thereof - never became an issue at all.

That knowledge was seductively appealing and intoxicating. It was also terrifying as Hell itself.

Courtney was still inquisitively looking up at her, waiting for her answer. "Ummmm . . . yes baby," she finally replied, her words coming out quite slow. "You could, yes." Twerp sharply jerked at that, a deep, low muffled moan accompanying her abruptly tensing. Before Courtney could respond in any way other then her eyes lighting up Samantha made a curt cutting motion with one hand, silently mouthing 'Later'.

While she didn't understand what was up Courtney simply nodded, accepting her Mom's decision. Alas for Samantha, just because her daughter had accepted the delay didn't stop her fertile mind from continuing thinking on things. "Is stuff like that gonna be like the paddles and stuff?" she very softly whispered to her Mom, wondering if that was the matter while still lightly stroking all around that intriguing slick opening. That she couldn't use stuff like that on her slave until she knew what it felt like having them used on her first.

Samantha jerked, unable to control either that or her eyes widening. That was something she really hadn't considered. But she should have, because Courtney had asked a very excellent, very pertinent question. If Courtney didn't know what things felt like, be they floggers or plugs or whatever else, she couldn't be expected to accurately gauge how what would feel to her slave. She'd just hadn't considered items like vibrators, dildos and butt plugs, only ones like floggers, lashes, straps and whips.

"For now, let's just continue with the anatomy lesson, OK?" she said, while her mind chaotically whirled.

Courtney just nodded again. "Sure Mom. What's next?"

"Trace up the inside. See that tiny little opening up by your fingertip?" Courtney nodded. "Uh-huh."

"That's called the urethra. That's where you pee from."

"Oh kewl!" Courtney grinned. "Right here?" she asked, very lightly circling that minute hole with the very tip of her tiny finger.

Twerp blushed even brighter, both at hearing the explanation and at feeling Courtney gently rubbing her, right there! The muscles of her slender little thighs bunched and jumped, straining against the securing leather straps as she reflexively sought to close her legs, to pull away . . . and couldn't.

"What's this?" Courtney asked, spotting a small, swollen nub right at the very top where the lips met. Before Samantha could answer Courtney had, immensely curious, lightly brushed her tiny fingertip over it.

Faster then if she'd stuck her finger in boiling lead Courtney yanked her small hand back as Twerp instantly, immediately reacted to that delicate touch. She piercingly cried out, a swift sharp inhale through wide-flared little nostrils. Every muscle in her little strapped body tensed, standing out in stark relief. Sleek little hips tried to buck up, checked by the sturdy strap there.

Beneath the blindfold Twerp's eyes had expanded into enormous rounded saucers at that single touch. The profound jolt she'd felt at that, the intense tingle that surged from that tiny nub and then spread all throughout her made every other tingle she'd felt before pale in comparison.

Courtney stared at her Mom, shocked and startled at Twerp's reaction, blindly taken by surprise, having no way of predicting or anticipating that. It had been so extreme she was terribly worried, concerned she'd somehow managed to badly hurt Twerp with that touch.

"It's all right baby," Samantha softly reassured, seeing the intense anxiety in Courtney's eyes. Courtney immediately relaxed, then returned to staring, this time with wide-eyed wonder, at Twerp's pussy, and at that tiny little nubbin that had somehow made Twerp go spastic when touched. "That's called the clitoris. Or clit," Samantha explained. "As you might have noticed," Samantha drolly continued, her lips twitching, "it's very sensitive to being touched. Especially when she's aroused, and it's swollen like that."

"It's swollen?" Courtney asked, while Twerp silently asked the same thing.

Samantha nodded. "It's not always that big, no. Which you'll be able to see when Twerp isn't aroused. Assuming that ever happens," she added in a somewhat dry, teasing tone.

Courtney burst into giggles while Twerp hotly, furiously blushed all the way down to her tiny, tightly clenched toes. She was horribly embarrassed at that, but it wasn't like she had any choice or control over it!

"It's OK Twerp," Courtney soothingly cooed. "I like you like this. All squirmy and wet," she said, tenderly petting her tiny hand right atop her little slave's pussy.

Gentle, warm tingles raced through Twerp at each little pat. But they did that, too, at Courtney's words and tone. Once again Courtney wasn't teasing, mocking, belittling or taunting her. Not for being wet and excited. Not for her inability to prevent, avoid or control responding that way. She didn't think it was yucky, or gross, or silly or sick. Instead, she was pleased and delighted with that!

Good thing too, because she had as much chance of keeping herself from getting excited as she did levitating. It was impossible! She couldn't stop that from happening nor, once it had started, keeping it from getting any worse!

And it wasn't just from being touched. It was so many things. Too many things. Being naked. Being collared and cuffed. Having no choice. Being looked at. Talked about. The training, the lessons. Her own thoughts and dreams did it to her!

"Does my slave want her Mistress to touch her there again?" Courtney softly crooned, jerking her back from her thoughts to the present.

She most certainly did not want to be touched there, or anywhere else, again! She didn't want to be used like some dumb old mannequin for anatomy lessons. She most certainly didn't want to be treated and played with like a toy.

She wanted her freedom again. She wanted her clothes back. She wanted to be her own boss once again. She didn't want any of what had happened to her, especially being helplessly touched all over like this!

Did she?

Even as she pondered all that, struggled with everything, she was very aware of the intense effort she was exerting to keep her hips motionless, when all they wanted to do was lift up and seek more. Her body certainly wasn't shy, hesitant or reluctant about what it wanted!

And the memory of that last little rub, of the shockingly intense, glorious tingle that accompanied it, still thrummed inside her.

I'm not supposed to be touched like this! It's wrong! [But it feels so wonderful! Like nothing I've ever felt before. Not even banister pressing!] I'm not some stupid toy to be played with! [But it feels so incredibly nice what they do. And they don't think you're stupid, just their slave] But I'm not a slave! I'm a person! I'm old enough to do whatever I want! [They made you their slave. It's not your choice] I didn't agree to anything! They didn't ask me if I wanted any of this! [You don't ask a slave if they want to become a slave. You just make them one] They can't do this! [They already have] I don't want to be a slave! [Then why is your tummy so tight and achy inside? So warm and tingly that you can't stay still?] Being a slave is embarrassing and humiliating! [They aren't acting as if it should be, are they? Are they laughing or poking fun at you?] They're just doing this to be mean to me. They don't like me any more and are punishing me for nothing! [If you hadn't been down here when you knew you shouldn't have been, if you hadn't been breaking every rule you could get away with, you wouldn't be in this situation. You did it to yourself. And have they really been treating you mean? Or just very firm and stern?]

Inside Sasha's head an intense spirited debate continued.

I don't want to be a slave! [Too bad, you are] I don't want to do any of this! [For a whole week now this is all you've daydreamed about] I don't want to be touched! [You can't even hold still you want another touch like that so badly] They didn't ask me first! [Would you have dared say yes? Could you have been that brave?] They don't care about me! I don't mean anything to them! [They care enough about you to take this drastic a step to correct your horrid, rotten behavior. They care enough about you to do it in a way that also make your dreams become real] I don't want this to be real! [Too bad. It is] I don't want this to be real! [Then hold still. Stop squirming. Stop feeling the tingles] They just want to do this to me out of revenge. That's why she's asking me that. So she can laugh at me doing something as embarrassing as saying I want to be touched again. [Well, do you? Want to be touched again?] NO!! [No? Are you sure?] Yes!! [Are you sure?] Yes! [Are you sure?] Ye . . . [Hmmmm?]

Courtney watched, entranced, as Twerp's tautly stretched body started shivering and trembling even more intensely, sleek little muscles twitching and jerking.

It's embarrassing. [Yes, it is. It's new and very different. You'll get used to it] I don't have any say in what happens. [No, you don't. Slaves never do] I don't like some things. [Have they really made you do anything that you dislike so badly you want to throw up?] N-o-o-o-oooo . . . Courtney even stopped that first time with the riding crop when she thought I was freaking out. [Yes, she did. She sure wanted to use it on you, too, didn't she?] Uh-huh! And she did, too! [Yep. After making sure you were OK, and after telling you it wasn't all that bad] I don't want to say I want to be touched. It's embarrassing! [Yes. But it's also exciting, too] They'll laugh! They'll say I'm naughty or dirty or something! [Oh? Come on now. Every time they've played with you they act like you're some sort of fragile, precious object] They . . . they do. Don't they? [Yes, they sure do. And it feels good being looked at like that, doesn't it?] We-e-e-e-l-l-l-l . . . uh-huh. [They'll look at you just like that again if you let them know you want another touch] You think so? Really? [Uh-huh. And you do want another touch there, don't you?] . . . [Well, don't you?] . . . [Well?]

Yes.

Twerp's skin abruptly turned a brilliant crimson, flowing down from her cheeks and flooding downwards. Tiny nostrils started flaring, her breathing whuffling in short, sharp pants. She made a very odd, low groan, then suddenly nodded, her head bobbing up and down in short, rapid jerks.

"Oooooh!" Courtney's eyes sparkled in pleased delight, her voice so soft and breathy. Again she extended her tiny forefinger, ready to rub there again when she froze, fingertip a hairsbreadth away, halting when her Mom suddenly shook her head. Samantha leaned down, lips at her daughter's tiny ear and quietly whispered. Courtney wrinkled her tiny pert nose as Samantha whispered, then her face lit up, a big grin on her face.

Reaching further down Courtney very daintily glided her tiny fingertip upwards along her slave's parted cleft, making sure the tip was quite coated with Twerp's cream. Twerp lightly shivered at that delicate brush, her soft, breathy inhale at that muffled almost into silence. Then, just as Mom had advised, she ever so lightly placed her now-slippery fingertip right atop the partially exposed surface of that slick swollen nubbin, gently rubbing once she lightly touched it.

The sturdy leather holding Twerp down hummed as her entire little body stiffened and tensed. Goosebumps rippled up and down slender limbs. Tiny nostrils flared, she inhaled in a shuddery hiss. All the tingles she'd ever felt prior to this, and the touch right before it, couldn't have prepared her for this intensity. It was like her entire essence, her entire being and focus, abruptly condensed to that one tiny area. Shimmering wave after wave of coruscating, scintillating, shivery tingles radiated from that tiny core, racing and spreading all throughout her, even out to the very tips of her fingers and toes. To the roots of her hair, even! It was like dropping a pebble in a bowl of water, except this was so powerful it was more akin to dropping a boulder in a wading pool.

Courtney just kept very lightly rubbing, the texture of that tiny bud like nothing she'd felt before. Firm. Rubbery-firm. And very slick and slippery. She felt her fingertip slipping over the surface, feeling like she was rubbing an oiled, warm rubber marble. And what this was doing to Twerp! Oh my!!

Samantha was certainly very aware of what the little slave was feeling. She clearly remembered the very first time she'd rubbed herself there. She hadn't know what she'd been doing, it had been more of an accidental discovery during a moment of indolent, relaxed, idle repose. She hadn't even consciously intended to touch herself there. But there had come a time when her fingers, as if on their own volition, had seemed to drift 'down there' and just lightly caress. Samantha had had no idea what she'd been doing, had only been distantly aware that it had felt good. But, when her fingers had found, then rubbed, that spot . . .

She'd called it her 'tingle bump' after that discovery. Because it was, and it did. And had whiled away many an idle afternoon in her room just lightly rubbing there. Not intentionally seeking anything, just languidly basking in the pleasant, nice feelings as she lay bonelessly sprawled on her bed.

But what Twerp was feeling now, and for her very first time, was magnitudes more intense. Instead of learning to float, then dog paddle and finally to swim she'd been tossed right into the deep end in the middle of an Olympic competition. Her body already primed and supercharged, highly aroused and quite sensitive, and those gentle touches were going to hit her like thunderbolts.

Rippling wave after wave surged through Twerp, intense throbs of sheer, blissful, shivery heated tingles pulsating through her, each one leaving her just a little bit higher, just a touch more sensitive. A sort of 'five-steps-forward-and-four-steps-back' that gradually, slowly but surely, drove her higher and higher. The first few jolts had been acutely shocking, literally stunning her speechless. Her mind dazed and benumbed.

Her body, on the other hand, had been anything but paralyzed.

She had a few seconds of clarity after those initial shocking, throbbing tingles. Just enough time to grasp just how stupendously powerful they were. And then conscious, rational thought started disintegrating under the steady barrage of surging waves spreading from her core. Her body felt as if it was shrinking even as that tiny little area was expanding. Until she existed only as a tingling, throbbing essence.

Oh, please stop! she cried out in her mind, frightened at how powerful this was, how everything about her receded and faded but a deep yearning, craving need. Oh, please please please stop! Please stop! Oh please, please, please . . .

Don't stop.

"Oh my!" Courtney breathlessly whispered, watching as Twerp started fidgeting again. Then shifting and wriggling. Then twisting and squirming. Then writhing. Her slave's pussy was even more puffy and swollen now, a duskier, softly flushed rose. And she was so wet!

"Easy baby," Samantha murmured. "Just very lightly rub her pussy now. Let her cool down a bit now."

Nodding Courtney started gently brushing tiny fingertips just over the puffy, smooth, silken skin of her slave's pussy. Twerp had been softly making muffled gagged noises the whole time, little light moans and whimpers. But no sooner did Courtney shift her fingers then she mewled. And when the fingers didn't return she wailed, keening her distress and driving need. Sleek little hips strained up against the leather holding them down as they instinctively hunted pressure.

Twerp had passed into a realm where conscious thought, reasoning, judgment, logic, emotions had no place there. They had all vanished, submerged and subsumed by a rising tide of arousal. Of longing want, craving need, urgent desire. Embarrassment had no place there, and neither did humiliation or shame. She didn't care, she didn't even consider, what she looked or sounded like. She just unblushingly wanted.

But as the seconds passed and no more of those touches returned, gradually her ability to sense, to think, slowly returned. Why did she stop? Twerp mentally wailed. What did I do wrong? Why am I being punished?

"Ppffhh! Ppffhh!! Hhmm hhuuhhee!!" she keened, distraught desperation in every pore of her being.

Courtney rocked back, startled at Twerp's abrupt, unexpected wail. Samantha was startled, too. But only for an instant, as she abruptly realized why Twerp was so distressed. She'd thought she was being punished for something she'd done wrong and was frantically apologizing. Before Courtney could blink, her Mom had gently taken one of Twerp's small hands in hers, trying not to wince as that small paw crushingly gripped hers. "No, no, little one," she soothingly crooned, "you didn't do anything wrong. You're not being punished." Samantha tenderly brushed Twerp's hair with her free hand. "It's all right, everything is all right. Just relax. That's it. Easy now. Don't be afraid, you aren't in trouble."

Within moments Courtney began lightly stroking the top of her slave's slender thigh, catching on very quickly to what the problem was. "I'm not mad or anything Twerp," she softly piped. "Honest. You didn't do anything wrong or nothing. It's just time to stop for a while, is all."

Twerp wanted anything but for it to stop. But that wasn't her choice and there was no changing their minds if they intended to halt. Her shudders gradually eased, though, as their words finally trickled through and registered. She hadn't broken a rule nor done something wrong after all. They'd just decided to cease for a while. But she didn't want it to stop! She didn't!

And neither did her body. Which relentlessly, unceasingly quested after more touches, more rubs.

Samantha and Courtney continued gently caressing and stroking her, soothing, almost wordlessly crooning. They were pleased with her. They were happy with her. Everything was all right. She was all right. The basic nature of their words and tones filtered through to her. And while that didn't do a thing to ease the strident, insistent clamor of her body - nothing was going to accomplish that - it did calm and comfort her tumultuous thoughts and emotions.

She'd been standing on a precipice. Ascending to that escarpment by remorseless, relentless touches. Then teetering on an edge she hadn't known, had no conscious knowledge, existed. Only sensed it. On an instinctive, subconscious level. An innate, intuitive impression of a fall just past that brink. What that fall comprised she never found out. For, as they started talking to her, as their words penetrated through the churning maelstrom of sensation and need she'd become . . .

. . . That precipice receded. She no longer precariously balanced on that height, but started slithering back down to a plateau. One still lofty and towering, its heights thrust far about the clouds, but a plateau nonetheless.

She could think again, to a degree. She still wanted. Craved and yearned. But not involuntarily, unwillingly driven.

Twerp struggled to control her harsh, panted breathing. Struggled to control the twitching spasms that jerked her muscles and body. Felt her heart pounding so hard, so fast, she swore it was going to explode from her chest. She felt filled to bursting inside with gloriously thrumming heated tingles. And as exquisitely marvelous as that felt, now that she could start thinking again it was also scary, too. Part of her essence still fought to return to that state, like steel filings seeking to cling to a magnet. And that's what was scary: feeling her own body totally ignore her, no longer having control over herself.

She felt like she was floating in a glowing, insubstantial fog, and she desperately needed solid ground once again under her feet. She needed some time, a breather, a rest. Just a little. Not much, just enough to regain her composure. Get her feet back on the ground, and was terrified that they wouldn't give her that time.

Samantha continued gently stroking Twerp's hair. She still held her small hand . . . although more precisely Twerp had hers in a grip of death, tightly grasping like a drowning man clutching a lifeline. Avidly watching everything Courtney kept lightly caressing Twerp, too, softly brushing tiny fingertips up and down the tops of her slave's thighs. Gradually Twerp's deep shudders diminished, the rasping, harsh pants through flaring nostrils eased. Yet her small nipples remained as tiny hard points, and her pussy was wetter then ever before.

Giving the top of a slender, quivering thigh one final pat Courtney turned to the nearby table, picking up the last of the items Mom had brought over. Seeing what her daughter was doing Samantha shook her head. Courtney got a mulish look. She wanted to play more with her slave!

Seeing her expression Samantha's grew firmer. Again she shook her head, silently mouthed, "No." Courtney lifted her small shoulders then dropped them as she gustily exhaled, an Oscar-winning pout on her face. This was so unfair! She'd only just started to have fun!

Putting it back down she padded over to her Mom. Standing on tippytoes Courtney whispered, her small lips right next to Samantha's ear, "But I wanna play more!"

Samantha whispered back, "She needs to rest."

"Phooey!" Courtney countered. "She likes this. And so do I. I was gonna play with her until dinner. And maybe after, too, until her bedtime. She's my slave, and that's what I wanna do."

Samantha took a deep, calming breath. Courtney didn't know any better, she simply didn't understand the breadth and intensity of what Twerp had endured. Didn't know or understand how frightening and terrifying that might seem to her slave, experiencing that for her very first time.

"No Courtney. She needs to rest. I know you want to play more. And you will. Later. And yes, Twerp is your slave, and you do have the final say in that." Courtney firmly nodded, her full lower lip stubbornly stuck out. "Except that you risk harming her if you continue," Samantha finished.

Courtney just couldn't see how that was possible. That seemed absurd. Preposterous! But Mom never lied to her. And so, whether she understood that or not, she accepted it.

Grudgingly.

Extremely disappointed Courtney deeply sighed, grumpy and annoyed. She didn't like having her fun curtailed so soon. Especially not knowing that that might happen! She sure didn't want to do anything that might harm Twerp, but she sure wished Mom had warned her or something that this might happen!

Gradually Twerp calmed down until she just lay there, softly breathing. Now and then she still trembled and quivered, but that was to be expected. Once she was relatively relaxed Samantha softly murmured, "That's all for now Twerp. A slave will now be stored away until she is later needed."

First the blindfold was removed. Enormous glassy, glazed eyes stared up at them both. Courtney gently removed the tape over her slave's mouth, then Samantha carefully removed the soggy sponge ball. Courtney was quite glad to defer that task, both unsure how to pluck it out without accidentally hurting Twerp but also because she didn't want to handle it after getting soaked with spit. While Courtney gave her slave the rest of the bottle to drink Samantha started removing the bindings. First she released the catch to the tensioning wheel, allowing the wrist chains to slacken. Then she unbuckled the three body straps before moving down to the leg ones. By the time Twerp had thirstily swallowed the last of the drink Samantha was just finishing up unlocking the last cuff.

Courtney attached the leash to her collar then slowly led Twerp back to the cage room. Samantha followed at her side, prepared to support Twerp if she needed assistance, as she was quite weak and wobbly. Neither scolded or chided her for her failure to walk as instructed. She was doing well just to walk as it was.

Several minutes later Samantha closed and locked the door behind them, Twerp bedded down in her cage again. This time with her cuffs unlocked although, of course, the cage itself was securely padlocked. "Did you have fun?" Samantha asked as they slowly strolled back over towards the rack.

"Uh-huh!" Courtney brightly chirped, then softly pouted again. "Except for having to stop way too soon. Why did I have to stop?" she complained.

"I know you didn't want to stop sweetheart," Samantha acknowledged, stopping by a dresser and removing four coils of soft nylon rope. "And I know you don't understand, exactly, why I had you stop."

Courtney perked up, seeing her Mom removing the rope and taking it with her, curious and eager to see what new plans there were for playing with her slave. She grew even more curious when she stopped a second time, this time removing a sponge ball from a drawer, this one just like the other but a little smaller. "Why another one Mom? Because the first one is so soggy?"

"No baby," Samantha answered, heading back over to the rack with the items, daughter in tow. "I needed a smaller ball."

"Oh!" Courtney chirped, then wondered why a smaller one would be needed. Maybe because a smaller one could be left in longer! "With the new one can I leave Twerp gagged all night then?" she asked, liking that idea a great deal.

It was patently clear to Samantha her daughter had absolutely no idea what it was like to be gagged for any length of time. Or restrained as her slave had been. Or, for that matter, compelled to just feel, incapable of avoiding the sensations forced upon them, unable to keep one's composure, self-control or thoughts. A decided lack of knowledge, wisdom and judgment; a very definite, and possibly grave, deficiency of experience.

A deficiency that was, very shortly, about to be rectified.