After I got a shower and got dressed, I left the house for a couple hours, to give Mara time to absorb the subliminal programming. This was the first major step in her training. If all went well, she'd have a strong desire to obey me, but still be able to think for herself. I'd have to train her to do several things. Once her training was finished, she'd be picked up and I'd get my money. I'd get a lot for her if I could keep her mind intact, maybe upwards of 50 grand!

I went back to the house and just about ran down the stairs to the basement. Mara was sitting right where I'd left her. She was sweating and breathing heavily. The I.V. bag was only half empty. I turned the computer off and removed the needle from her arm. She'd had enough for now. I undid the straps and pulled her out of there. Her eyes were totally blank and lifeless. I had seen many womens eyes like this before, but this time it bothered me. Had I ruined her? No... No it was just the effects of the drug. I sat and waited for her to come around.

She started blinking, becoming more aware of her surroundings again.

"I feel dizzy..."

"It'll pass." I said.

"What did you do to me?"

"I went ahead and gave you your first training session. You are a slave now. Your only purpose in life is to serve and obey your master, which currently happens to be me." I said.

I waited for her reaction. At this stage, reactions varied. Some broke down weeping, others called me an assortment of names... Jessica had actually gotten up and slapped me, then tried to leave. Mara just sat there for a moment or two.

"What about my job? They'll miss me sooner or later. I can't call in sick every day. They'll eventually fire me."

"You're going to call up your job and quit. The reason you are quitting is because you are moving away. That's all you need to tell them." I said.

"Do you want me to call them now?"

"No. That can wait until tomorrow." I said.

I had another test for her. I led her back to my bedroom. I had her get on her hands and knees and remove her thong. I took an assortment of toys out of my closet.

"I'm going to train you a bit more now. All you have to do is obey my commands. Do so, and you will be rewarded." I said.

"Yes sir."

"Address me as Master." I said.

"Yes Master."

"Good girl."

I put on a rubber glove and lubricated it. "Crawl over to the front of the bed. Lay over the bed, keeping your knees on the floor and your legs spread."

She obeyed without comment. I knelt behind her and started probing her with my fingers.

"I want you to be as relaxed as possible. The more relaxed you are, the easier this will be."

I inserted one of my fingers inside her anus. I left it in there for a few moments, to let her get used to it, then I removed it. I slowly inserted two fingers next, slowly pushing in deeper, stopping incrementally to let her get used to it.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Quiet. I want you to remain silent. Put your head down on the bed and look at the covers."

She complied and I resumed my probing. I slowly moved my fingers in and out. She made a small noise as I did this. Three fingers were next, then four. Once I was certain she was relaxed enough, I grabbed a medium sized buttplug, lubricated it, then slowly inserted it into her rear end. She exhaled loudly as it settled into place.

"You will wear this all the times, except when using the bathroom, or bathing. It's presence will remind you that you are my property. It will also help to prepare your body to handle anal sex."

She trembled a bit, out of fear or excitement I wasn't sure. I commanded her to relax. She stopped trembling. I spreaded her legs a bit wider, then I took off my glove and started probing around her womanhood with my fingers.

"You like this don't you? You like having a man play with your body don't you?"

She nodded.

I started rubbing one of my fingers against her clitoris. She moaned weakly. I grabbed a vibrator and turned it on. I teased her clit with it, then slowly inserted it into her.

Her breathing became heavier. I picked up the thong and put it back on her. I then got out some leather shackles, some straps, and a spreader bar. I cuffed her wrists behind her back, and shackled her legs to the spreader bar. Then I took several of the long straps and restrained her upper torso to the bed. I put a soft gag in her mouth and tightened its straps gingerly. My goal was to restrain her, but keep her as comfortable as I could. For a finishing touch I put two small pillows under her knees, to save them from getting roughed up.

Once she had gotten comfortable, I increased the speed setting on the vibrator. She started squirming and moaning. I knelt above her and cupped my hands around her breasts.

"Relax and let it out. Don't hold back. Enjoy the pleasure of being filled up and played with, like a sex doll."

Her body settled into a rythim, her breathing slowed a bit, but remained heavy. I occasionally smacked her ass which caused her to tense up. I could see that the first of many orgasm's was almost at hand.

I don't know how many times she came, but it was at least a few. Eventually her body grew limp and she just laid there panting rapidly. I switched the vibrator off. It was my turn for some pleasure. The thong came off and I removed the vibrator. I decided to give her a few minutes to rest. I sat down on the bed and petted her head.

"You did very well. You have what it takes to please a master and please him well. I'll give you a few minutes, then you will please me one more time. Then you may get cleaned up and rest."

She responded with a weak moan. I ran my hand down her back, caressing her skin with my fingertips. She shifted a bit, trying to direct my fingers to a certain spot on her back.

"You want your back scratched?" I asked.

She nodded.

I figured why not? She deserved it. It would be a reward for her good behavior..I started scratching her back. One of my hands was near her face. She nuzzled it as if to thank me for scratching her back. I smiled for some reason.

After she had rested a bit I began to fuck her again. She let out a few weak moans, but that was it. She was nearly exhausted. She wasn't used to so much pleasure for so long. I decided enough was enough and finished up. She had done very well, considering she was new at this.

I carried her to the bathroom, seeing as she could barely walk. I had already filled the tub. This was another test. Some slaveowners preferred their slaves keep themselves clean, while others liked to personally clean their slaves. A few oddball owners had a strange fetish for washing their slaves hair, why I have no idea. Regardless, I figured that getting Mara comfortable with being watched and handled while bathing would make her more appealing, and up the price she could be sold for.

She slowly got into the tub. Her slowness wasn't due to shyness or resistance. She was still tired. I lathered her hair up. Some girls didn't mind being bathed, others felt ashamed and embarrassed by it. Mara was one of those who didn't mind it at all. Her eyes started to close as my fingers ran through her hair, lathering it with shampoo. I rinsed the soap out of her hair and realized that she had fallen asleep.

I shook her gently. Her eyes opened.

"You can get out now. I will dress you, then you can lay on my bed and get some rest."

She slowly got out of the tub, and stood obediantly as I fastened the collar around her neck, and put the rest of her clothing on. I led her back to my bedroom. She got into my bed. I closed the bedroom door and left.

A couple hours later I decided to check up on her. I went back into my bedroom to find my bed covers all rumpled up. She laid there, wide awake.

"I can't sleep." she said.

"I see that. You told me this morning that you normally had trouble falling asleep. Why is that?" I asked.

"Ever since my parents died, I've had problems falling or staying asleep. Sometimes I'll go two or three days without sleep... not by choice."

"You didn't seem to have any trouble falling asleep last night, or in the tub earlier today." I said.

"I know. It's weird. Last night was the first time since my parents died where I just nodded off like it was the easiest thing in the world. I wasn't even really that tired."

I had a hunch. I climbed into the bed and put my arm around her. I told her to relax and close her eyes. Not even 10 minutes later she was snoring softly. Something was going on here. I hadn't programmed any sleep commands into her. I had never seen this happen before. Stranger still, I had the feeling that had I been tired enough, I would have fallen asleep too. I removed my hand and got out of the bed slowly. I quietly closed the door and left.

A debate started inside my head. My usual self wanted to continue with her training, while another part of me wanted to keep her for myself. The slave ring frowned upon trainers keeping the slaves they trained. This was why all slave trainers were Ice Men. One of the reasons I became a member was because I was considered to be an Ice Man. An Ice Man was someone with no feelings and no conscience. Ice Men trained the slaves, put up with their begging and pleading, and ultimately broke their wills one way or another. They wern't supposed to develop any emotional attachments to the slaves they trained. If they did, then the consequences were unpredictable...

It was important to stay focused on my work. I needed to finish Mara's training. There was one part ahead though that I was starting to dread. The slave ring required that all slaves nipples be pierced. Piercing involved basiclly sticking a red hot needle through the nipple, then fitting it with a ring. It was policy that the needle be red hot so it could go through the flesh easier. Needless to say, this was extremely painful for the slave. Normally I enjoyed doing this, especally to slaves who gave me a hard time. I remembered Jessica screaming as I grabbed the glowing hot needle with a pair of pliers and pushed it through her nipple. I pictured myself pushing the red hot needle through one of Mara's nipples. I started to shake. I began to have doubts that I could complete her training.