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Subject: {ASSM} The training of irene - chapter 2
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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! I can be contacted by email at 
crikey_2004 at hotmail dot com.

CHAPTER 2









When she got home to Mistress's house, she found her still sitting at her 
office desk.



"You were very rude, pet.  I wanted to talk to you but you didn't even give 
me an opportunity.  That is not acceptable and I guess it's time to show you 
what happens to a naughty pet, she said, ignoring pet's outstretched hands 
that held the leash and tag.



"Strip, go to the basement and wait for me.  Inside the door, you'll find 
cuffs for your wrists and ankles.  Put them on."



When Janice appeared in the basement a couple of minutes later, pet was 
nude, wearing the cuffs and shifting her weight nervously from one foot to 
the other.



"You wait on your knees, cunt!" Janice loudly warned her with a malicious 
tone of voice that scared pet to the core.



"Get over to the whipping post, now!" She told the frightened girl, pointing 
to a pillar in the middle of the unfinished basement.



Janice quickly connected pet to the chains that were there then picked up a 
vicious looking whip.



"Fifty on your ass or ten on your tits.  It's your choice.  What is it to 
be?"



Fifty!  There was no way she could take that many, pet thought to herself. 
"The ten, Mistress," she replied with a sob.



"Very good pet.  Now this is going to hurt, but it's supposed to, or it 
wouldn't be a punishment, would it?  Each of the leather strands on this 
fine whip is going to leave its own mark and when they hit your nipples, you're 
going to think you're going to die.  But you wont.  That would be no fun. 
It's okay to scream though.  I'll like that, but I don't want you spending 
all your time blubbering, so you are to count each one.  If you forget to 
count, the stroke won't count.  Got it?"



"Mistress, I'm sorry I was bad and it wont happen again, I promise!"



Janice drew back her hand and before pet could react, landed a cruel blow on 
the upper slope of pets left breast.  Pet let out a scream and practically 
wet herself because the pain was so intense.  She'd never even been spanked 
as a child and now here she was, being whipped on her titties.



"That one didn't count.  It was just a light one to get your attention pet. 
I asked you a question and I expected an answer.  Just this once, I'll ask 
it again.  Don't go thinking I'll be so lenient in future though.  Do you 
understand that you are going to count each stroke out loud and if you 
forget I'll just have to repeat the stroke?"



"Yes Mistress, I understand," pet practically screamed through her tears.



"Okay pet, let's get started.



The second stroke was directed in a similar spot on pet's right breast, and 
was indeed much harder.  Again pet screamed, but this time she managed to 
count it out loud for her Mistress.  The third and fourth strokes were 
placed neatly below the nipples of each breast and pet counted these too. 
When Janice landed the next stroke on pet's left nipple, pet literally saw 
stars and wasn't even aware as she counted the stroke that she'd lost 
control of her bladder and had wet herself.  Janice noticed though, and 
smiled to herself.  The next stroke to pet's right nipple almost didn't get 
counted, as pet was becoming delirious with the pain and almost forgot to 
count out loud.  The fire in her breasts told her she'd be ruined forever 
and she dared not look down in fear of seeing her titties all mangled and 
bleeding, but through the pain, she noticed that the fire in her breasts was 
causing a similar, yet nicer fire to begin in her crotch.  The count 
continued as Mistress put another two blows against pet's right tit, this 
time covering the upper and lower slopes as well as catching a glancing blow 
to the distended, pierced nipple.  The fire between pet's legs grew as she 
screamed almost non-stop now, hardly able to think much less count and she 
wasn't even sure if she'd cried out a number or not.  Janice was paying 
careful attention to her pet, noting that she was still on her feet and 
especially that as each stroke landed, pet would unconsciously thrust her 
pelvis out as if in invitation.  The next stroke, on pet's left lower swell, 
was counted wrong, pet screaming out the number four instead of the number 
seven.  Janice paused to ask pet if she wanted six more or if she just 
couldn't count to ten.  The voice pet heard sounded like it was coming from 
a mile away and it was difficult for her to comprehend the question, but she 
knew it was a question and she concentrated really hard on the voice so she 
could answer.



"Yes, Mistress," she managed.



"Yes you want six more or yes, you can't count to ten?"  Janice stepped up 
to pet and despite the fact that pet had so recently wet herself Janice 
roughly pushed two fingers between the folds of pet's pussy, finding them 
soaked with pet's juices.  For her part, this was all pet needed and she 
climaxed on Janice's hand.



"You obviously want six more, you horny little pain slut," Janice 
pronounced.



"Can't. count. Mistress," pet finally managed to force out.  "Hurts. so 
 bad," she added.



"So you're a stupid Asian cunt who cant count to ten and cums when someone 
touches your cunt, is that it?"



"Yes, Mistress," pet sobbed in humiliation and pain.



"Well, let's just get going again then, shall we?  The next number will be 
seven, then eight, nine and finally ten.



The pause in the whipping had given pet a moment to recover, but when the 
next blow landed, it was as if she'd been whipped non-stop all day.  She 
screeched out a seven, then an eight and a nine as Janice continued.  The 
fire between her legs was back and burning hotter than ever now.  As Janice 
arched back for the final blow, she was surprised to see pet unconsciously 
thrust out her chest to receive it.  It was a good one too.  Janice put all 
her strength behind it and pet screamed the loudest when it landed, the 
number ten she vocalized coming out as, 'teeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnn'. She 
was cumming again.  The longest cum she'd ever had and no one had even 
touched her pussy.  She finally slumped in her chains, he wrists holding her 
from crumpling to the floor.  Janice was as horny as she'd ever been after 
that spectacle and angry that her pet had cum and passed out before she 
could have her pussy eaten out.  She slapped pet's face once, then again, 
waking pet up.



"Stand up, you slant-eyed cum slut," she roared at pet.  I'm going to get 
these chains off you so you can eat my sweet cunt and you'd better do a good 
job or I'll lock you in a cage and forget about you forever!"



As soon as pet had found her footing once more, Janice released her and she 
fell to her knees in front of her mistress.



"Your pet is so sorry Mistress.  I'll try harder to be good, I promise," pet 
sobbed, crawling the two paces to Janice's feet.  In moments, Janice felt 
her pet's tongue on her pussy lips and she parted her legs to allow pet 
better access to her sopping pussy.  In minutes, Janice was cumming herself. 
After pet had licked up all her cum from her pussy and legs, she allowed pet 
out from between her thighs.



That was the first time that pet felt truly owned, so truly an animal, just 
the pet her mistress had named her. She'd been disciplined for being bad yet 
even then her mistress had given her the gift of a wonderful orgasm.  Her 
head was spinning.  How could she have been in so much pain, yet cum so 
hard?  While she hated herself for it, she knew she'd be naughty again.



Janice was facing a problem that had plagued her since her father had died, 
leaving her the sole heiress to his fortune.  Her companies ran themselves 
and all she could do was make an attempt to spend a portion of her income. 
Sure, men and even a few women regularly hit on her in an attempt to get at 
her money, but to her they were always so obvious that after Janice had 
played with them for a little while, leading them on so they thought they 
'had' her, she'd enjoy the look on her suitor's face when she cut them off 
for no apparent reason.  But that game can only be fun for so long.  She'd 
acquired her pet, but now after little more than a year, pet was beginning 
to bore her as well.  The little Asian did everything she demanded, if 
sometimes reluctantly at first.  Her only fun had been to humiliate the 
beautiful Asian slave and to punish her when she was slow to comply, or had 
messed up when she was attempting to do as instructed.  Janice thought back 
to the day she'd taken pet to the park.  It was one of those memories that 
not only lifted her spirits but was a source of inspiration as well and God 
knew she needed some now.



"We're going to the park today," Janice said to pet as she was served 
breakfast by her slave who was dressed in a mocking imitation of a maid's 
outfit.



The shiny black leather outfit only covered pet in places that didn't 
matter.  The skirt was only 6 inches long from the waist, leaving her bald 
pussy and the cheeks of her ass semi exposed.  The bodice was extremely 
tight, forcing pet to breath shallowly and only served to restrain her 
breasts while allowing her nipples to peek out.  The back was crisscrossed 
with leather laces that allowed Janice to make it as tight as she liked. 
She had a special black collar to go with this outfit.  It was a 4-inch band 
of shining leather with D rings riveted at intervals around it and a padlock 
that only Janice had the key for.  On her feet, pet wore 6-inch spiked 
stilettos that were padlocked around her ankles and particularly difficult 
to balance on, pet's feet being small to start with.  To finish off the 
look, pet wore her hair up in a bun with a few wisps of her glossy black 
mane purposefully let free.



"I'll get your outfit for you today," Janice declared.  "I'll leave it on 
your mat."



She was of course referring to the bearskin rug on which pet slept.



"Yes Mistress.  That sounds like fun!"

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