The Slave Training (Part 2)
I grabbed a few tools off the shelf so I could restrain Jihye's body the way I actually wanted.
The shackles can stay as they are. I just need to swap the handcuffs for a new pair that matches the collar.
She'd done her best to bind herself, as far as she was able. But tying yourself up alone, with no one to help, only gets you so far — it wasn't the complete restraint I had in mind.
If she'd been a sex slave whose primary duty was sexual service, the way a maid's would be, I wouldn't have needed to bind her this thoroughly. But she was a slave, period. Nothing more and nothing less than a tool whose personhood had been erased. She deserved treatment to match.
"Stay still, Jihye. Otherwise I'll have no choice but to take the whip to you again."
"Nngh..."
As I reshaped her into the form I wanted, Jihye accepted my hands without a hint of resistance. Was it fear? Or had she truly made up her mind to become my slave? Even if I'd known the answer, it wouldn't have changed how I bound her, so I didn't dwell on it. I just kept working.
"There. Done."
"Mmph?!"
"Well? You like it too, don't you?"
Once I had her fully bound, I stepped back to take in the finished product. Her face was unchanged, but from the neck down, almost everything was different.
The collar cinched around her throat was a rigid belt-style piece, nothing like the one she'd worn during her bitch training. That earlier collar had been there purely to remind her she was my property. This one existed for one reason only: to restrain her. In front, a chain ran to the nipple clamps biting down hard on her areolae. In back, it connected to the handcuffs locking her wrists. She couldn't lean forward or arch back without consequence.
Bend forward, and the arms bound behind her would wrench upward. Lean back, and the clamps would yank her nipples taut. The only way to escape the pain was to stand perfectly straight.
Of course, letting her hold that posture easily wouldn't have been any fun.
"Still manageable, Jihye?"
"Nngh...!"
"It's all right. This is where it starts getting interesting."
I pressed a button on the remote. The device in my left hand was linked to the dildo buried inside her pussy — a convenient little thing that let me change the vibration's intensity and pattern with nothing more than a few taps.
"Nnngh...♡ Hnngh♡"
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Nnhk...! Hnngh♡ Ahh... Eughn♡"
She started squirming, trying to escape the pleasure the dildo was pumping into her. But the toy was locked firmly in place by a chastity belt. Every effort she made to push it out was wasted, and worse, it only made her posture collapse. The moment she broke form, pain lanced through her arms and breasts. The pain shattered her concentration, and her posture collapsed all over again. Caught in that vicious cycle of agony and ecstasy, she began to stagger, looking ready to drop at any second.
"Ahhngh♡ Hnnh♡ Heeugh...♡"
"Go ahead. Sit down or fall over. See what happens."
"Mmph?!"
"I've got a much worse punishment waiting if you do."
"Aughh...♡"
Tears welled in her eyes as pain and pleasure wracked every inch of her, but I ignored her reaction and kept my voice firm. She'd asked for this in the first place. She'd wanted this kind of play, and she'd come here ready to endure it. I wasn't about to let cheap pity ruin everything.
"There. Starting to get used to it? Then let's try walking."
"Hngh?!"
"Follow me quietly. You'd better not even think about running."
"Mmph..."
Once she'd grown familiar enough with the pain and the pleasure to hold herself upright, I took hold of the chain linking her collar to the nipple clamps and pulled. Her nipples, her throat, and the arms bound behind her back all drew taut at once, and a pained moan spilled from her gagged mouth. I ignored it completely and kept pulling, until at last she began to take careful, tentative steps. The shackles bound her ankles together, but I'd left enough slack for walking, so she had no real trouble keeping up.
"I have to say — volunteering to become a slave this thoroughly. You're something else."
"Nnhp..."
"Don't make the mistake of thinking this is just play. For as long as this training lasts, you are a slave with no human rights whatsoever. Understood?"
"Mph..."
She barely reacted to the question, so I thumbed the remote in my left hand and turned the dildo up. I set the vibration to about seven out of a maximum of ten, and she nodded hard, her whole body trembling.
"Understood?"
"Hnngh...♡"
"From now on, when Master speaks, you give an appropriate response. If you can't talk, you nod. Got it?"
"Mmph-mmph...!"
She nodded frantically. I smiled and gave the chain attached to her nipple clamps a long, slow pull — a reminder that I owned her body, and that I could control it whenever I pleased. I watched her writhe, torn between pain and pleasure, then let the chain snap slack.
"Good. We're heading to the place where the real training begins. You'll be walking quite a bit, so you'd better brace yourself."
"Ahhngh...!"
"Every time you collapse on the way there, that's one more punishment waiting for you when we start. Just so you know."
"Eugh...♡"
"Let's go."
I led her in slow circles through the house. Part of it was theater — I wanted her to feel as though she were being marched from the place she'd first been captured all the way to a distant training room. The other part was practical: I needed her to collapse from exhaustion a few times. I had no idea how long she'd last, but my goal was three falls. More falls meant more material to work with.
"Hnngh...♡ Haaah..."
"That's the third time you've gone down."
"Uunngh..."
"Don't worry. I've still got plenty of punishments prepared. About seven, give or take."
"Hehngh...?!"
"All right. Shall we keep going?"
After dragging her around for a good thirty minutes, I hit my target of three collapses. Time to head back. I put her through another five minutes of walking, then turned us toward the training room.
"Good. We're here. You can stop."
"Haaah..."
"Stand right there and wait while I get the punishments ready."
In truth, we'd done nothing but loop the house. But with the blindfold over her eyes, it would have felt like an endless march. As a small mercy for a Jihye worn down by all that walking, I switched off the dildo that had been tormenting her pussy. The nipple clamps stayed right where they were, of course, so she still had no choice but to stand perfectly straight. Even so, the sudden absence of stimulation between her legs must have felt like a blessing — a sigh of relief slipped from her mouth.
She wouldn't be sighing for long, not once she saw what was coming.
I set up the first of the punishment devices I'd prepared for her, then went back and spoke.
"The punishments are ready, Jihye."
"Nngh...!"
"Ordinarily a mere slave like you doesn't get choices. But this is your first time, so I'll make a special exception."
"Heuugh?!"
"Numbers one through seven. Pick one."
I'd already decided which punishment she would receive, but I offered her the choice anyway. And it wasn't an empty bluff. Her selection would change something about how the punishment landed. I just wasn't going to tell her what until the very end.
"Come on. Pick one, Jihye."
"Uunn..."
"Ah. Right. I should take that out of your mouth."
"Ahmph...!"
"Fine, I'll take it out. But if you say anything stupid, the dildo goes right back on. Consider yourself warned."
I unbuckled the gag so I could hear her answer, keeping my hand on the remote in case she tried to say something other than a number. Thirty-odd minutes of being bound and dragged around the house seemed to have done the trick, though. She was perfectly obedient, and offered nothing but her choice.
"Th-three, please..."
"Three? All right. Stay there a moment."
"M-Master..."
"Hm? Why are you calling me?"
"Would I... be allowed to know what punishment I'm going to receive...?"
She asked it so carefully. I said nothing, and yanked hard on the nipple clamps.
"Kyaah?!"
"You didn't actually think a slave would be permitted a question like that, did you?"
"I-I'm sorry... Master. Kyaahng♡ I was wrong..."
"This won't do. It seems I need to teach you exactly where you stand."
"Hnnh...♡"
"Follow me."
I led Jihye over to the punishment device I'd prepared. I stood her in front of it, then pulled the blindfold from her eyes. She blinked against the sudden light, and then her eyes went wide at the thing waiting in front of her.
"Well?"
"M-Master. This is..."
"Take a good look. This is the device that's going to help with your first punishment."
The first instrument I had prepared for training Jihye, now reduced to a slave.
It was a triangular wooden horse.