Date: Wed, 7 Jul 2004 16:19:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Johnson <specialemailus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training of Slave Bob #15

"Let's go, PussyBoy, you need your rest. Today was
about multiple fucking and orgasms. Tomorrow will be
about stretching. i will be exposing your ass to
larger toys. You will probably have multiple orgasms
again, as your realize the pleasure in a fullness you
have never known. Perhaps I will even fist you, as I
know you really want to be. Even back when you tried
to deny your role as PussyBoy, you were jerking off
watching boys get fisted. And tomorrow your dream will
come true."

The words rang in my head as I thought of it. I had
only been fucked recently and was scared at the
thought of fisting. Sure, watching it always turned me
on, but I didn't think I could take it. But I knew I
had no choice. Of course Master would not stop until I
was stretched around his wrist, way more that I had
ever taken. And I knew I probably would enjoy it once
I got over the discomfort. But I was scared. I barely
slept all night, in fear of what was in store. Master
left me to sleep without a plug; he wanted me to start
from scratch and stretch more than I ever had. And I
would let him.

Because he is my Master. And I am his PussyBoy.

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Master woke me early in the morning. He did it in the
most direct way; he slapped me in the balls, and then
grabbed my cock and began pulling in a manner that
left no choice but to jump up and follow him. He
dragged me to the bathroom. Master laid me in the tub
and ordered me to piss on my face. I thanked him and
began to, but as soon as I started, he grabbed my cock
at the base roughly as he screamed "STOP!" I was still
groggy and confused by Master's orders.

"PussyBoy, you need to learn to control those muscles
on command. You must realize that your cock has been
way to free. You've been allowed to cum way more than
a slave ever should. You need to learn to clamp closed
on your urethra to keep from cumming, so we may
develop the deeper anal/prostate orgasms that a slave
should properly have without spraying your cum
everywhere. That gives you an artificial sense of
pleasure; I know you have the desire in you that will
come with absolute control of every sense and
reaction. Now clean this mess."

Master shoved his hand in my face. My pee had dribbled
onto his hand. I cleaned it off, glad to have the
circulation return to my cock, even if the need to pee
was overwhelming. As soon as I finished licking my pee
off his hand, he slapped me across the face very hard.
I looked up in amazement. "That is for daring to piss
on your Master. Slaves are meant to be pissed on. If
you can't handle that, then just hold it. Every time
you dribble like that, the punihment will only get
worse as you've been warned." With that, Master
ordered me to pee again. As soon as the stream hit my
face, Master yelled "Stop!" again. I tried, but still
a little got on Master's hand. Without saying
anything, he had me clean him off. Then he grabbed my
feet and pulled them back over my head. He gave ten
hard slaps down onto the backs of my thighs, where
enough of my ball were exposed to cause a dull pain to
shoot through my gut. He let go of my thighs, and had
me start up again. I couldn't, because of the pain in
my groin. I only delayed a second, but Master slapped
me across the face again.
"I said Pee, PussyBoy. What, do those balls sting? In
case you haven't noticed, I am fully in control of
what I am doing. I know when my slaps withh sting and
when they wil cause a dull pain that makes you forget
your orders or loose your focus. If I was playing with
your pussy, I could understand the confusion. But we
are only dealing with pain and pressure in your cock
and balls. In case you haven't realized, these are
sensations that do not matter to me and should not to
you either. The sooner you learn to totally ignore
such sensations, the better. Especially when you
realize those feelings are wasted on you. You used to
pee when your bladder was full and cum when your balls
hurt from fullness. Both of these are no longer true;
as PussyBoy, your bladder is empty or full because I
say so. You cum when I permit it, when you've earned
it, not every time you feel the urge to cum because
your balls are full or are aroused by what's going on.
So spread your thighs [I did so and Master slapped me
squarely in the balls, causing extreme pain.] Now
pee!"

I knew better than to obey the pain, and immediately
peed in my face again. Master yelled for me to stop,
and this time I finally clamped well enough. But
Master decided to fuck with me. He gave my cock a
squeeze from base to tip, and some pee dribbled out.
Master had me lick it, then again pulled my legs past
my head and slapped my thighs and balls ten more
times. And then he ordered me to pee again, which I
did in spite of the pain. I finally had drained my
bladder, but my crotch was still on fire. When I
finished, I prepared for Master to piss on my face as
well. However, he had other ideas. Master handed me a
new harness and ordered me to put it on. It was
different than the last one he gave me; It didn't
simply holf my balls and cock against my thigh; it
totally restricted me. It had an inch wide strap that
went around the base of my balls, holding them out
from my body. It then had a strap which pulled up
between my balls, separating them. To this strap,
Master attached what looked like a short leather cone.
I soon realized its purpose. My cock fit in it
comfortably when soft. However, any slight erection
would force my cock into the narrower part of the
sheath, making it more and more painful as it grew.
With my cock and balls totally bound, erections nearly
impossible. Master then handed me the enema bag. I
knew I was in trouble. I had been using enemas for a
year and a half. It had been the first object Master
had made me buy as his cyberslave. I had never used it
without getting an erection. I began sucking the
nozzle as I always did, and I could already feel the
pain in my cockhead squeezing into the tight leather.
I carried on, fucking my mouth and then my ass with
the enema nozzle, until Master released the fluid. My
guts were soon full, but Master did not permit me
release. In fact, he placed his foot on my bound cock
and pressed down. Then he placed his foot on my belly
and applied pressure, increasing the pressure and
pain, and testing my anal control. I finally was
allowed to go to the toilet, where Master had me hover
and thank him before releasing. He had me repeat the
process, but wait even longer before release. I
thought I was done, but Master stood me up against the
sink. Master placed his cock head at my anal ring, and
pushed slowly in. He stopped when only the head was
in, and I realized why. Instead of fucking me, he
released the piss I had expected on my face. He filled
my ass with hot piss, giving me a warm fullness
different from any enema. Master allowed me to release
his piss, and I thanked him. He then told me it was
time to begin my anal training for the day.

"PussyBoy, today is the day your asshole will become a
total, compliant, supple, and responsive pussy. You
will be permitted to cum several times today, but you
will truly earn each one. I will permit your first
orgasm after you have earned it; this will be reached
when you get to a plug larger than you have ever
taken. You will work the first three plugs into
yourself, then perform some chores, and then insert
two more before being allowed your first orgasm. But
first, show your dedication and trust. Finger your
pussy and taste your fingers."

I did so, and tasted an odd mix of Master's morning
piss and musty ass sweat. Master then reached one of
his thick fingers and roughly shoved it into my ass,
before swirling it around. He found my prostate and
began to apply pressure, causing a painful
semi-erection in the cock sheath. I looked up at
Master and saw in his smile that he was enjoying the
pain he was causing in my pathetic little cock.

"Amazed that that sheath is even tight on your sorry
little cock. I bought the smallest they had, but still
thought it too big to cause you real pain. Guess I
underestimated you, PussyBoy. Now remember, no matter
how good your ass feels, how full you get or how
painful your erections get, you may not touch anywhere
near your cock nor cum until the fifth buttplug is in.
Now lets get started."

Master grabbed me by the balls, which were fully
exposed and standing out from my body in the harness.
They were still wonderfuly smooth from the work Kevin
and I had done. Master dragged me by my swollen balls
as I walked behind. He brought me up to the dungeon
and placed me on the table on my back. He wheeled over
one of the cabinets, and opened a drawer where plugs
were lined up in size order. My eyes bulged as I saw
the largest. At the widest point, it was wider than a
fist. It did not seem like much of a sex toy, more
like a cone purely for anal torture, and I had little
doubt Master would use it on me before the day was
out. I was still truly scared, but had dreamed of
being fisted and had gotten off for so many years
watching Bareback Boys and other fisting movies and
satisfying myself with only a couple fingers in me. I
needed to be stretched, to blow my mind with an
amazing fulness.

Master laid me back on the cold steel table. He placed
a spreader bar between my ankles and bound me to it.
He attached the bar to a hoist over the table and
pulled my legs up and back towards my head, leaving me
totally exposed. Master handed me the first plug and
turned on the cameras and monitors- one cam was aimed
at my ass and others above the table captured my face
and body. Master turned on the recording system, so he
could capture all of the images. Master placed a tube
of lube next to the third plug, making it clear I
would not be permitted any until I got there. So I
bean sucking on the plug and then pushed it into my
asshole in one motion. My ass was still supple from
the fingering and swollen from yesterdays sex, and I
easily accepted the toy. Once it was in, Master
noticed my painful erection forming. He grabbed my
balls and pulled my body up as little, and spanked me
five times hard on my ass cheeks. He then pushed on
the base of my plug, rubbing it around inside my ass.
He then pulled it out and handed me the next. This one
was larger than the first, but still like what I had
taken before. I licked it quickly, and then pushed it
at my ring, which gave easily and it went to the bump
with little difficulty. I pushed out slightly and took
the rest. As it popped into place, Master shoved the
first plug into my mouth, forcing me to taste my ass
on the plug.

Master followed the same procedure, pulling at my
balls, causing my erection to painfully grow in the
sheath. He spanked me 10 times, bringing a pink glow
to my smooth round ass. Master started to pull out the
plug, but stopped at the bump and rubbed it back and
forth in my ass, teasing my hole as the bump popped in
and out. He finally pulled it out and handed it to me.
I replaced the one in my mouth with this larger one,
filling my mouth. Master shoved two fingers in,
raching for my prostaste. He enjoyed watching me
squirm in pain, knowing I could not resist an erection
as he fingered me. He hooked his fingers in my ass and
began lifting, forcing me to either lift my hips
higher or have an unbearable pain in my ass and cock.
Master thought I might have had enough for now, so he
pulled his fingers out of my ass and placed the third
plug at my hole. He didn't allow me to lick it; he
just applied preesure at my hole and let my natural
sweat and ass juices take over. I had to push out to
avoid severe pain, but was soon full with the third
plug. Master slid it in and out of me, working up my
ass lube until it slid back and forth across the ring
of my pussy. Master then lodged it in and pushed on
the base, knowing the pressure was driving me crazy.

Master handed me my panties, then untied my legs and
stood me up. I put the panties on and tried to follow
Master. The plug filling my hole made this difficult,
but I walked faster once Master grabbed my balls and
pulled. I followed him to his chair, where he sat
down. I began to lay on his lap, but Master first
pulled my panties back down below my cheeks, pulled my
boung cock and balls back between my legs. He laid me
down, and started in on a firm spanking. After 25
strokes, he took a break from my cheeks and began
slapping my balls, causing overwhelming pain. He then
gave me another 25 smacks on my ass. He stood me up
and pulled my cool, silky panties over my burning ass
and instructed me to go clean the house. I went
downstairs and cleaned up from the party the night
before. I did Master's laundry. I was about to mop the
floor, but Master walked in with a hand scrub brush.
First he pulled my panties to my ankles and rubbed the
harsh bristles on my sore ass and balls, then on to my
nipples, causing them to stand up firmly. He then
pushed me to the floor, my panties still at my feet.
He filed a bucket and handed it to me, then watched as
I struggled to crawl around the floor with my ass full
and my panties restricting my legs.

I finally finished, and Master brought me back up the
the dungeon.

"You've pleased me, PussyBoy. Now it is time for the
next plug."

Master tied me to the table again, and handed me lube
and the plug, to prepare filling my whole with more
than it ever had.

To be continued...


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