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Subject: {ASSM} The training of Irene - part I
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This is a fictional story. Although it may eventually contain minors, it is 
in no way intended for them. It includes Femdom, Maledom, force, submission, 
dominance, torture humiliation, public nudity and anything more I can think 
of.  It's tailored to the mostly-fantasy life, which I call Life Plus, of 
the real life Irene, a stunning Asian female college student who contacted 
me after my first ever post.  Irene, if you read this post and are 
embarrassed that I've mentioned your name, make the most of it!



If you are offended by this kind of fantasy, please search for something 
else to read. I don't plan on it being tame!



This story may be posted on web sites and on line forums as long as this 
header remains intact and no changes are made to the text of the story. 
Please respect copyright laws and advise me if you plan to use it. And 
please let me know what you think!
Contact me at: Crikey_2004@hotmail.com







CHAPTER 1



She was no longer her own person.  She was now property.  To her, it meant 
never having to make another decision, work at a job 5 days a week, or 
answer to anyone but her mistress for her actions.  What she never 
considered was the full scope of her ownership.  At this very moment, her 
mistress was organizing her future, with no input from her.  Her needs and 
wants were, after all, not all that important to her mistress.



Janice had enticed the beautiful young Asian girl, not with false promises 
but with what she saw in Irene as a simple need that had never been met. 
Now that Irene was officially hers and had been physically altered with the 
addition of bars through her sensitive nipples and a ring through her nose, 
it was time to take away the last vestige of Irene's former life; her name. 
Janice had grown up always wanting a puppy, but had never been allowed one. 
Now as an adult, she could have her wish, but having Irene as a tame animal 
was far more attractive to her.  Irene could be made to learn all the tricks 
she'd dreamed of teaching a puppy, but this pet could please her in ways no 
puppy ever would have, such as making her cum on command.  It was with this 
thought in mind that Janice decided upon Irene's new name.  From now on, she'd 
simply be called pet, un- capitalized, as befitted her pet's new status. 
Janice imagined making pet beg, roll over and fetch.  These thoughts made 
her pussy tingle, so she decided to take a break from her planning for a 
moment and instead enjoy her new pet's talented tongue.



She did nothing but sit at her home office desk with her skirt hiked up and 
her legs spread.  Her new pet did the rest.  When she'd had enough of pet's 
tickling and probing tongue, she allowed her out from under the desk.  After 
sending pet off to get dressed, Janice jotted a couple of notes on a scrap 
of paper.  When pet returned, Janice scrutinized her critically, looking for 
something she could find fault with in the way pet had chosen to dress.  Her 
slave had done well though, her short, flimsy skirt just barely covering her 
hairless and pantyless pussy, a top two sizes too small to advertising 
rather than hide the fact that not only was she braless, but pierced as 
well.  On her feet were knee high black patent leather boots with a 6 inch 
stiletto heel, her makeup done to emphasize her lips, cheeks and eyes, and 
her long dark hair in a ponytail, making her look every bit the cheap whore, 
just the way Janice enjoyed most.



"I have an errand for you to run," she told her slave.  But first, I have an 
announcement to make.  From now on, you are no longer Irene.  If I hear 
anyone ever call you that again, I'm going to punish you.  Understand?"



"Yes Mistress," her slave answered timidly.



"Instead, your new name is pet.  If anyone ever asks, that is the name your 
mistress gave you.  Do you understand that too?"



"Yes Mistress, your pet understands.  Thank you Mistress for giving me a 
name."



Janice gave Irene the scrap of paper, a ten-dollar bill and a cell phone. 
"As my pet, you need a few supplies.  Firstly, get a nice big studded 
collar.  If possible, a pink leather one, but black will do.  You'll need a 
leash too and a tag that reads 'pet', in lowercase lettering.  When you get 
these goodies, try the collar on and tell the sales person you'll be wearing 
it home.  Then call me and have the sales person confirm how much you spent. 
Oh, one other thing," Janice said, reaching into her drawer.  "Here's a 
condom.  Bring it home with cum in it.  I imagine you'll have to make up the 
difference as ten dollars probably wont cover what these things cost, so you 
can make any arrangement you like.  Just bring the condom home used, even if 
you have to get someone off the street to fill it for you.  Now scat," she 
said, smiling at the horrified look on her pet's face. "Don't let me down 
pet.  I've not yet had to punish you, but I wont hesitate."



It was in utter turmoil that pet left her mistress's house and walked down 
the street.  She'd thought the biggest thing she was going to have to deal 
with was the embarrassment of being out in public dressed as she was.  Now, 
not only did she look like a whore, she had to more or less be one too. 
"Well," she muttered to herself, "I was a whore the night I met the 
mistress, so what difference does it make?"



Being pimped out was totally different to prostitution, as pet quickly 
discovered.  Her boyfriend had pimped her out to her mistress, and now her 
mistress was playing a similar game with her, but the difference was that 
she'd either have to try to have sex with whoever was running the pet store 
or approach a stranger on the street and offer sex for the money she'd need 
to buy the items that'd humiliate her to wear.  The distress she was in was 
apparent as even though she loathed what she was being forced to do her body 
was betraying her.  Her nipples were rock hard and she could intimately feel 
the steel bars.  Her secretions were becoming obvious as they made her legs 
slick, which only embarrassed her more and in turn, made her secrete even 
faster.  She finally decided to find out how much her pet supplies were 
going to cost her.  With a purpose decided upon, she made her way to the pet 
store.  It took her about 15 minutes to walk the distance and she was a 
quivering mess by the time she stood in front of the racks of various 
collars.  There was indeed a pink leather collar, but it was $45.00.  Next 
to it was it's cheaper $25.00 black counterpart.  Leashes ran anything from 
$9.95 to $25.00 and she also had yet to find the tag her mistress had 
ordered.  She finally found the tags at the counter, next to a pimply-faced 
youth who appeared to be the only employee in the store.



"Umm. how much are the tags," she asked humbly.



"Well it depends," the sales clerk said, eyeing her hard nipples in a way he 
thought she wouldn't notice.  "You can get blank plastic ones for $0.99 
cents and they run up to $4.99 for steel.  Then if you want them engraved, 
it costs an extra $5.00, which is cheaper than anywhere else around here," 
he added with pride.



A quick calculation told pet she was at least $31.00 short, not including 
taxes, but if she was going to be forced to wear a collar and tags, she 
wanted to be dressed in the 'nice' stuff, which would add at least $24.00 to 
the bill.  So $55.00 for a hand job, she said to herself.  Would the kid go 
for it?

"Would you do a special price if. ummm. we. ahhh. could come to a deal?" She 
stammered.



"What sort of a deal," the kid asked with interest, now unashamedly looking 
at her chest.



"I've only got ten bucks on me, but I wanted stuff that costs about $60 more 
than that.  If I ummm. show you my tits and ummm. ahhhh, maybe jack you 
 off?" She stammered hopefully.



"I could get one of the other whores down the street to do it for ten!" He 
exclaimed, "And I wouldn't get in trouble with my dad for stealing either!"



So he really thinks I'm a whore and it's his dad's store I'm in, she thought 
to herself.  Like that makes any difference, she mentally added.



"So what would you want?" She asked shyly.



"For sixty dollars, I could fuck any one of those whore's in the ass," he 
declared, hoping she didn't know any better.  Actually, he'd never had sex 
before and it had never occurred to him before now to even go to a hooker.



"You've got to be kidding!" pet practically screeched.  You couldn't pay ME 
enough."



"Okay then," he interrupted, thinking he was about to lose any sort of deal 
at all.  "Let me fuck you the regular way then.  But you have to do it here, 
coz I've got to keep an eye on the register," he said in a pleading tone of 
voice that pet immediately recognized.



"How about a blowjob?  That's the best I can do," pet finished, just about 
ready ride his cock for free anyway, she was so embarrassed and turned on.



"Okay, but make it quick, in case my dad comes back early."



"I'll just get the things I want then.  I'll be right back.  And I want a 
gold metal tag with the word 'pet', that's a small 'p', small 'e' and small 
't', printed on it.  Got it?" She asked.  She might be doing this because 
she had to, but she wasn't naive enough to believe he'd keep his promise if 
she made him wait afterwards.



While he got the tag ready, she went back to the collars, looked around to 
see if anyone else looked like they were getting ready to enter the store, 
then took down a pink one.  With fumbling fingers, she ripped off the tag 
and wrapped the collar around her neck.  It was a fairly tight fit, even 
though her neck was small, but she got it buckled.  As she reached for the 
leash she wanted, she shuddered and had a small orgasm from excitement 
alone.  After a couple of seconds she reached for the leash again and headed 
back to the counter.



"You need to talk to someone for me, okay?" she asked, remembering her 
Mistress's instruction at the last moment.  Without waiting for a response, 
she pulled the cell phone out of her tiny purse and dialed Mistress.



Janice answered the phone on the second ring.  "Mistress, this is pet," she 
whispered into the phone, hoping the kid wouldn't hear that part of the 
conversation.



Janice knew at once why she was whispering.  "I can't hear you dear, please 
speak up."



The second time she spoke, pet said it a little louder.



"Is that you Phyllis?  I still can't hear you," Janice said, continuing her 
game.



"This is pet, Mistress," pet practically sobbed into the phone loudly enough 
so that the sales boy looked up from what he was doing.  "I have the things 
you want and I'm wearing the collar now.  Here's the guy who's running the 
store.  He can tell you how much it'll cost."



Without waiting for her Mistress to acknowledge her further, pet handed the 
kid the phone.



"Hello," the boy said.  This is Pet Supply Depot.  Can I help you?" he said, 
the finished tag held in one hand, the cell phone in the other and his eyes 
alternating between pet's collar and her tits.



"Yes ma'am.  Um, hold on ma'am."  The clerk put down the tag and held out 
his hand for the leash and the tag that came off the collar.  He quickly 
added the items up on a calculator, including tax and spoke into the phone 
again.  It's $67.25, ma'am," the kid stated.  "Yes, ma'am.  Have a nice day 
and thank you for shopping at Pet Supply Depot," he added awkwardly into the 
phone.



"Quick, come around the counter," the clerk said after closing the phone. 
"I've done everything I promised, so now it's your turn!"



"As soon as pet got around the counter, she saw that there was a space she 
could kneel that would keep her hidden from view.  She also saw that the 
clerk had already unzipped himself and had his little erection poking out at 
her.  "Take your top off.  I've got to see them tit before you begin," he 
ordered.



Instead of arguing that it wasn't part of their deal, pet quickly discarded 
her top, pausing for a few moments to ensure he got a good look, then 
scrambled under the counter just before the store door opened and another 
customer entered.



As quietly as she could, pet pulled out the condom and tore open the 
wrapper.  She carefully unrolled it over the kid's throbbing cock and 
lowered her mouth over his knob.  It was all the boy needed and with a groan 
that made the customer look over at him from where she stood not 15 feet 
away, he came. Just as pet was about to remove the condom, the kid jerked 
around, out of her reach.  The female customer had spoken.



"Yes, ma'am, I'll be right there.  I just have to. ummm. put these things 
away under the counter.  Just a moment please!"



The kid was trying to bend down and put his still hard, condom-covered cock 
back into his pants at the same time.  In the end, pet quietly swatted his 
hands away, ripped the condom off him and tucked him away herself.  As the 
grateful hid adjusted himself and headed off to serve the customer, pet tied 
a knot in the condom and reached for her shirt.



She could hear the kid explaining the benefits of some item over another as 
she got up from under the counter, grabbed her leash and tag, and quietly 
made her way out of the store.  She was sure both the customer and boy were 
drilling holes into her back with their eyes as she made her exit.  She was 
also sure they could hear the noise of her thighs slopping together as she 
walked, her very visible secretions the most embarrassing part of it.

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