By the end of the week Brenda had made an excellent start at becoming the kind of slut I always knew she could be.By the end of the week Brenda had made an excellent start at becoming the kind of slut I always knew she could be. Her orgasms grew in intensity and regularity, yet they seemed to become less important to her than simply being used and being given the opportunity to submit herself fully to her Master. From having the opportunity to use her over and over again I began to develop the necessary feel for "who" she was and was able to "play" her like a musical instrument, helping her reach higher and higher levels of sexual passion as the days passed. On Friday, although her training was certainly not totally complete, I determined that she was sufficiently acclimated to the role of my slave that we could resume a more normal life-style. Sitting her down beside me on the bed, I spoke to her about the changes that had taken place during our time together. "Brenda, prior to our coming to this room together you lived life much differently than you will from this point on. In some ways you were a slut without a Master...fucking and teasing at random with no real purpose or goal. There were things that deep down inside you wanted very much to do and to be able to do, but you were unaware of how to go about doing those things, and I think, were frightened of actually doing some of them. |