As she prepared to walk out of the small room where she had slept Joyce already felt different about herself.   Perhaps it was the fact that she was not wearing a bra under her blouse and had on crotchless panties with no panty hose on under her skirt.   But, it was more than that, Dennis and Ellen had gotten closer to her inner self than anyone else in her entire life.

Ellen met Joyce in the hall as she prepared to leave. She told Joyce that they would probably want her to come back the following Monday for her next training session.   That way she would be rested from this first session and be able to return again the following Friday night for an additional session. Ellen stressed that the Friday night sessions are very effective because they can be more intense since there is no need to get up for work the next morning.   She told Joyce that either her or Dennis would call with instructions, but in any case Joyce should not have intercourse or masturbate before the next session.   She reminded Joyce that she would be asked about this when she returned.   And any dishonesty would be dealt with harshly.

At her desk in the office, Joyce found it difficult to focus on her daily assignments.   Her ass was still tender from the night before.   There was still a slight burning sensation in her left nipple.  And every time she moved on her chair, the small ring between her legs sent stabs of pain shooting through her. She could feel her sensitized nipples rubbing against the fabric of her blouse and could feel the coolness of air against her exposed pussy.   No matter how she tried to ignore it, there was a dampness between her legs that would not go away.  Perhaps, the crotchless panties were simply a way to make Joyce aware of her own lack of control.  She was being taught a lesson right there are work. She feared the wetness would show on her skirt and she was also sure everyone in the office would notice her braless tits through the sheer blouse she wore that day.

With all this in her mind, she almost didn't hear Janice say hello. In a way Joyce was glad it was her.   After all, Janice knew why she looked the way she did.   How'd it go, Janice asked.  I'm a little sore, Joyce said as she smiled.   Janice asked if Joyce wanted to talk and Joyce nodded yes. They left the office for a "coffee break" and went outside to a courtyard where they could have some privacy.

When they sat down, Janice leaned over and gave Joyce a sisterly hug.  It made Joyce feel good.   She would be comfortable talking about what happened to her.   Janice was a good listener, after all she had been through the training herself.   She asked if Joyce had been beaten, if she had been pierced, and if Dennis had taken her sexually.  To all Joyce answered, yes. After Joyce had gone over most of the details Janice asked Joyce if she was going to go back.   The question seemed strange to Joyce in that she hadn't really thought of that as an option. Somehow, as humiliating and painful the evening had been, she felt obligated to return.  Janice was pleased to hear Joyce felt that way.   She went on to prepare Joyce somewhat for what would happen next.   Janice said that things would get tougher yet. Dennis and Ellen would expect more from her and be less tolerant of mistakes.

Finally, she gave Joyce perhaps her most important advice. She said that ultimately dealing with the physical pain would become easier in time. The hardest thing to do was to give up control of your mind, heart and soul. These steps in the training would in truth be the hardest of all.  As Ellen and Dennis take more and more of you, each time will be more and more difficult.

As disturbing as some of the things Janice said were, the talk made Joyce feel better about what was happening to her.  At least there was someone she could share her feelings with.==   When Joyce returned home, the light was flashing on her answering machine. She hit the playback button immediately.  It was the call she was waiting for.   Ellen had called.   Her voice sounded so casual, just like a next door neighbor.   She said for Joyce to arrive at their house by 7:00 pm Monday night and after entering, go to bedroom "B".  That was about it for the message except for an almost personal reminder from Ellen to Joyce.  She said, child remember what I told you about masturbating, be good for me this week, ok?   Joyce got the message.   That night there was no trouble following Ellen's orders.   By nine o'clock Joyce's lack of sleep caught up to her.  She slipped out of her clothes and into bed.  In less than 15 minutes she was soundly asleep.

The next two days went by quickly and Saturday Joyce spent a relaxing day visiting a local museum she enjoyed.   That evening she tried to ready a book, but seemed distracted and never got into the plot.  Finally, she decided to draw a warm bath to relax before bed.   After the bath was filled, Joyce added some scented bath beads to the water and lit a candle on the sink.  The warm water felt good, she felt instantly more relaxed. But as she relaxed, her hands began to rub across her stomach and legs, then her shoulders.  She took a heavy breath as her hands curled around her breasts.  How warm and full they felt.   She brushed her finger tips across her nipples.   The sensation sent a shiver through her body.   She let her eyes close as she kneaded her breasts.   They were becoming flushed with a pinkish glow. She paused to touch her nipples once again and sighed. Almost involuntarily, her legs pressed together, applying a light pressure on her clit.  While it felt good, Joyce felt the ring Dennis had placed in her folds guarding her most private parts. Suddenly, she could hear Ellen's voice warning her about masturbation.  The thought stilled her actions for a moment. But still the need lingered inside her loins.   Her fingers touched the ring, then rubbed around   the edges of her opening.   She took her second finger and slipped it inside her cunt. What she was doing was wrong, but she couldn't prevent it.  She pushed harder inside herself, probing her G spot.   She pushed against her clit and pulled at the nipples with her other hand.   All memories of Ellen's stern warning were long forgotten, Joyce was lost in her desire.  Soon she would be a the point of no return. Then it hit her.   She cried out as the orgasm rocked her body with wave after wave of delight.   It took several minutes for her to come down from the incredible high. She realized there were tears running down her cheek. Although she had just experienced an exquisite climax, she was crying in pain.   Tears flowed as Ellen's words echoed in her brain. Joyce had failed to keep her promise to her Mistress.

Still, it was hard for Joyce to sort out the emotions of the moment.  Many nights she would fall asleep feeling wonderfully fulfilled after an evening of masturbatory thrills.   Why did this betrayal of Ellen hurt so much?   She had only spent one evening with this woman, why was she now crying herself to sleep?   Finally Joyce remembered what Janice had said about how giving away a part of your soul was the hardest part.  Perhaps she had already somehow given a small part of her inner self to Ellen, Mistress Ellen.  As sleep took her, Joyce tried to understand.==   Monday at work, Joyce found it difficult to concentrate on her work. The events of Saturday night haunted her.   She watched the hours slip away with a mixture of anticipation and dread.

Her heart was pounding and her hands trembled as she opened the door to Dennis and Ellen's home.   They did not appear to be about.   She went directly to the assigned bedroom to begin preparation for the evening's training.  On the bed were laid out the items she would wear for the session.  She picked up a leather slave collar and lightly ran her finger across a brass plate that ran along the side.   Engraved on it were the words "Pussy slave Joyce". Just reading the words sent a chill through her body.  A note in Ellen's handwriting said Joyce should wear this collar at all times in their presence. Also laid out was a short leather and studded bra, which was obviously only designed to push the tits up higher and tighter making them more accessible to her Master and Mistress.  Most of the breast would still be exposed and vulnerable.

Suddenly, she remembered the time and quickly set out to prepare herself for the session.   First she prepared the enema.   She soon realized it would be more difficult to administer without Ellen's help.  But finally, the apparatus was in place and she began to fill herself with warm water. Then she had to wait for the procedure to have its necessary effect.  Ellen had instructed Joyce to hold in the fluid for 5 to 7 minutes.  Joyce felt like she would burst after 2 minutes.   With that plus the fact that she was running late, Joyce aborted the process early.  She moved on to quickly shave her pussy.   This she also found to be more difficult than expected. It was extremely difficult to reach so far between her legs and see every inch of flesh needing to be shaved.   She tried the best she could.   As she made one final attempt to reach a stubborn spot near the bottom of her vagina, the sharp blade caught her flesh, drawing blood.  The cut was small and the bleeding stopped quickly, but Joyce knew that Dennis and Ellen would not be pleased with her appearance when they inspected her body.  What already promised to be a difficult night, had just gotten tougher.  With tears in her eyes, Joyce wrestled with the bra, collar and her wrist and ankle restraints as she got dressed.   Finally prepared, she put on a red lace robe and headed downstairs to the dungeon.

Dennis and Ellen greeted Joyce with warm hugs and kisses.  They were genuinely glad to see her.   Dennis remarked how hot she looked in the red robe he had picked for her.   All of this attention was making it even harder for Joyce.   She knew they would soon discover her failures.   Ellen lifted the robe off Joyce's shoulders and took her by the hand saying, let's take a look at you child and see how well you learned you lessons in preparation for you Master and Mistress.   Joyce stood almost limp as the restraints were locked down and her legs were spread by a bar secured by her ankle straps.  She closed her eyes as they cranked on the winch that pulled her off the floor. Soon her arms were pulled almost directly over her head as they now held her entire weight.   Her feet no longer touched the floor.

The inspection began.   Dennis discovered two hairs under her right arm pit. Tweezers plucked each one out, sending a sharp message of pain with each pull.   Dennis said you know this is unacceptable.   With that he took a small paddle in this right hand and felt her right breast with his left hand.  For a moment, Joyce relaxed as he softly caressed her.  Then with amazing swiftness, the paddle caught her tit with full force.  She saw stars. Dennis said, you have another coming for the other hair you missed.  Joyce was breathing heavily now, preparing for the second assault, but again he softly massaged her nipple.   Just as she relaxed, he struck again, this time catching more of the nipple with the blow.  Her body jumped on the impact, tears rolled down her cheek.   Already a redness was showing on her breast. Her nipple felt like it was on fire.   But the inspection wasn't over yet. Her body was already covered with a light sheen of perspiration.  She began to notice a cramping sensation in her abdomen that seemed to grow worse with every moment.   Ellen, who had moved in for a closer look at Joyce's most private parts, called to Dennis to look at some thing she had noticed.  It was the cut alongside her vagina.   Joyce knew they had found it.   Sweat poured off her forehead.   Get me my glove and the horse whip, Ellen told Dennis.   She put the glove on her right hand and put her left on Joyce's stomach.   Without a word, she began the assault on Joyce's ass.  Ellen was angry.   She screamed at Joyce.  This was a childish mistake.  How could she cut herself and do such a sloppy job in preparation. Did Joyce not care enough for her Master and Mistress to show them the proper respect.  How could they train someone with such lack of discipline. Ellen paddled Joyce like a child.   Over and over her hand cracked across Joyce's backside. Finally, she paused to take the whip.

The cramping inside her was becoming unbearable.  Joyce now realized that the enema was still working on her.   If she could not reach a bathroom soon, she would lose it all there in front of her captors.  She pleaded with Ellen to let her go to the bathroom.   This only made Ellen madder.   Joyce had screwed up the enema, too.   The whip bit into Joyce's back and buttocks time after time.   She was screaming now, desperate for relief.   Finally, Dennis stepped in and restrained Ellen.   Joyce was allowed to leave.

She ran up the steps trying to hold her legs together.  She got through the bedroom door and into the bathroom, but could not hold back another instant. The brown liquid shot out of her, down her legs and onto the bathroom floor. Seconds later she reached the toilet, but the damage had already been done.

After about ten minutes, she had finished cleaning out.  At that moment Ellen and Dennis walked in on her, still sitting on the toilet.  They saw the mess on her and the floor.   Ellen screamed out, you little dirty slut, how dare you do this to me in my house and slapped Joyce across the face.  At that moment, Dennis stepped in and pulled Ellen away.  He said, let me handle this, you're too upset at the moment.   Ellen agreed and left to compose herself.   Dennis helped Joyce up and told her, you're going to have to clean yourself up and this bathroom.   Both should be spotless before we can continue.   This is a serious situation.   You have been a major disappointment for both of us tonight.   You should prepare yourself for a long night.   This may even last well through tomorrow before we are done with you.  Don't even plan to go to work tomorrow.   First, I want you to clean this room from top to bottom.   It should be "marine clean" when you are finished.  Then you must prepare yourself.   When finished I want you to put on your wrist restraints and lock yourself to the water pipe along the sink.  We will come back for you after Ellen has regained her composure.  Right now, I think she'd rather just throw you out on the street, naked and dirty and never see you again.

With that Dennis left her with the cleaning equipment.  For the next twenty minutes, Joyce just sat and cried.

Finally, she resolved to get on with the cleanup, the room smelled awful and so did Joyce.   She added the cleanser to some water and sought out a rag to begin cleaning with.   Dennis had only left her with a small brush and a 5 inch square piece of a rag.   It was obvious, he wanted to make a point. Cleaning would take a while.   Going over the bathroom took well over a hour, but it sparkled.   Joyce then ran the shower and she took more than 20 minutes scrubbing every inch of her body.   She dried off and then touched up the bathroom one more time before she left to wait for Dennis and Ellen's return. She locked her hands around the water pipe and sat her in a small cramped place on the cold bathroom floor.

She had fallen asleep by the time they came for her.  Dennis didn't waste time removing her from the bathroom.   He removed the cuffs and blindfolded her immediately, then grabbed her by the upper arm and virtually dragged her down the steps to the training room.   She was deposited on the floor in a sitting position.   Her ankles were placed in restraints, then her wrists were hooked into an apparatus.   Then Joyce heard a cranking sound, she was being raised by feet and hands into a hanging position where all of her would be vulnerable.   It was not until she was in position that her blindfold was removed.

Joyce prepared herself for another beating, not only would she be punished for her mistakes in preparation, but Dennis and Ellen had not yet discovered her violation of the no masturbation rule.  Dennis began to ritualistically administer blows with a wide paddle.   It wasn't long before Joyce felt her juices begin to flow.    Ellen noticed the wetness, the floor below Joyce hand several drops of moisture already forming.  So your still a hot little bitch she said as she roughly pulled Joyce's head back with her hair.  Joyce said nothing.   Ellen demanded an answer.   Joyce softly said yes Mistress.   By now Joyce's cream was dripping steadily onto the floor below.  Dennis turned his attentions to her pussy giving it blow after blow with a riding crop.  Joyce could feel the pressure of orgasm raising inside her.  She began to moan and push her cunt higher to meet Dennis's assault. It was feeling so good.  But suddenly it stopped.

Mistress Ellen wondered how this slut could get that hot so fast. She admonished Joyce saying you've got to learn control child.  Joyce could not look at Ellen, but Ellen insisted.   Then she asked, did you touch yourself since our last session.   Joyce was silent.   Ellen hit her twice with a paddle.   Answer me whore, she said, Did you masturbate?   Joyce whispered , yes.   Ellen was enraged.  She lowered Joyce down and took her over her own legs.   She proceeded to give Joyce the spanking of her life. Tears flowed, she tried to protect her tender ass, but Dennis held her hands away.  Ellen would have her way this time.   Her attack was furious, first with a glove covered hand, then with a leather strap.  For nearly 15 minutes she continued without a word.   The only sounds were Joyce's screams.   Then Ellen pulled Joyce's face up to meet her angry stare and said, you will never touch yourself again without our permission.   She slapped Joyce across her face. Ellen yelled out, never again slut as she pulled Joyce's nipples.  Then she asked Joyce, do you understand.   Joyce nodded.   Still Ellen was not satisfied.   She grabbed a riding crop and came down hard on both of Joyce's tits.   She asked Joyce again, do you under stand.   This time in a voice barely audible, Joyce said simply, yes Mistress. Finally, Ellen was satisfied.   She let Joyce's limp body go and walked away. Dennis grabbed Joyce by her hair and literally threw her down into a small bare closet. You will stay here and think about what you have done he said.  But before he closed the door on her, he squatted down beside her face and put his dick to her lips.   She expected him to want her to suck it, but before Joyce could react a warm salty fluid began to pour into her mouth.  Swallow it bitch, he said. She tried but could not handle all of the discharge.  He then pulled out of her mouth and sprayed his piss all over her body.  When he had finished the door slammed shut.   Joyce was alone in the darkness, covered in piss.   The tears came quickly, then sleep.

There was no telling how much time had passed before Joyce was awakened.  The piss had dried completely.   All was left was it's smell on and around her. When the door opened, Joyce found it difficult to adjust to the light, but it was Dennis who had come for her.   He yelled, up cunt. She struggled to get to her feet, but due to her weakened state and cramped confinement, she could barely stand.   Dennis pulled her arms behind her back and pushed her up the stairs to the bedroom where the night had begun so many hours ago.  Once in the room, he threw Joyce down on the bed and began to talk.  He explained that the night had been a total loss, but Joyce was to clean herself up and again prepare her body for inspection and training.  This time she better be perfect.   Then his tone of voice softened he said that he and Ellen thought they had seen something special in Joyce when they met and that especially Ellen was hurt that Joyce hadn't shown her the kind of respect that a Mistress deserves.   That is why the past hours had been so difficult.   He said that Ellen was very upset and was resting in her room.  He doubted if Ellen would join in the training session when it resumed.  He then left Joyce to prepare herself for another session.

When Joyce entered the dungeon, she only saw Dennis.  She asked him if Mistress Ellen would join them.   He said shortly, no, then went about the process of hanging Joyce for inspection and discipline.  The inspection went better, only two hairs were pulled. Dennis then attached a pair of clamps to Joyce's nipples saying only, this will help you think.  After receiving an overall whipping, with special attention to her tits and pussy, Dennis lowered her and led her to the table.   Without a word, he tied her down.   His hand moved down her belly.   Swiftly, he plunged two fingers inside her cunt. She was extremely wet.   He probed her and fucked her with his hand until she almost went over the edge, then abruptly left her hanging.  He walk over to her head and placed his dick on her lips. Suck it whore, was all he said. Joyce did not want to displease her Master and worked hard to please him. This time he did not pull out of her,   she heard his breathing become heavy. His hand pulled her head up even closer to his body.  Then, the first burst of cum hit her in the back of the throat.  She joyously sucked down his seed hoping that in some way this would help make up for the evening's earlier events.   But he said nothing.

He left her there few at least 15 or twenty minutes, then returned. He placed his dick in her mouth again.   This time once he was hard, he pulled out. Again without a word, he moved between her legs.  He slid easily inside her. He began to fuck her slowly and sensually.  Joyce relaxed and let the feelings consume her.   She envisioned her coming in his arms.   He picked up the pace, her orgasm was approaching fast.  She was nearly there.   Then he pulled out, held his dick over her stomach and watched as his cum hit her from her tits to her pussy.   She was trembling so close to esctacy, but denied none the less.   He released her restraints as said only, get out of here and clean up.   I'll be up to check on you.

When she emerged from the dungeon, it was obviously after daylight. She cleaned herself up and waited.   Finally, Dennis entered the room. He said only, you need some rest.   He pulled her hands behind her and locked them down to the bed and did the same to her feet, then he left her alone. Although she lay near exhaustion, her soul was tortured her failure to please Dennis and Ellen.   She let herself cry and did so until sleep relieved her of her pain.

When Dennis woke her, it was nearly one in the afternoon.  He told her to go home and get some rest, she had only slept four hours.  He turned to leave. Joyce called out to him Master, how is Mistress Ellen.  He said only she is resting.   She then urgently asked when they would call for her next session. Would it be Friday?   Dennis only said, We'll see, and left.

The next several days were pure hell.   For one thing, Joyce felt pain in every part of her body.   It was hard to conceal some of the bruised areas from sight.   But worse than that, neither Ellen or Dennis had called. Perhaps they would not see her.   That hurt most of all.

Thursday night she waited for the phone to ring until midnight, then finally gave up and went to bed.   She had given up hope.   But at  4:30 in the morning, she was awakened by a ringing sound.  Once she collected her senses she realized it was the phone.   She grabbed it and said hello.   It was Dennis.   All he said was Joyce, be here tomorrow ready for training at 7 P.M., Bedroom "A".   Then he hung up.