She didn’t have to wait long as Anita arrived a few minutes later. Anita walked gangbang up to the kneeling, masturbating slave and slapped her across the face. She didn’t know how to react; what did I do wrong? Anita grabbed her hair, tilted her head and spit in her face. japan She then told her “You serve at my pleasure slut, and right now it pleases me to punish you. Turnover and stick your fat ass up in the air.” She quickly turned over with the dildo still embedded deep in her cunt. Anita walked over to the table and picked up a crop. She returned to her upturned ass and proceeded to pummel it again and again. She was howling in pain as Anita continued to beat her ass. After about 50 or so swats with the crop, Sandy was crying uncontrollably and begging to serve her Mistress. Her ass was striped with welts and completely a dark red color. Anita grabbed her leash and led her to her bowl to eat her breakfast. She was so hungry that even the kibble in the bowl from last night looked good. She lowered her head into the bowl and started to eat. And so it went for the two teachers. Each of the two sisters had different ideas of how to train their new slaves. Their mother had instructed them amateur on the finer points in training slaves. 1. Control everything, including eating, bodily functions, what they wear, and most importantly when they cum. 2. Punish them severely early in their training when they disobey even the smallest error. 3. Keep the slave constantly aroused. 4. Humiliate them often 5. Limit their food intake early in their training. A hungry slave is a compliant slave 6. Limit their sleep. creampie The lack of sleep makes it harder to resist your commands. Anita had decided to use the mind control method. Her mother suggested this method with Dawn as she thought Dawn had a more dominate personality. Susanna on the other hand, recognized that Sandy Hauser was much more submissive. She hoped that she wouldn’t have to use the mind control method. asian Instead she wanted to use humiliation and denial to train Sandy to be a good slave. If that didn’t work she would go with the mind control method. Anita agreed to not let the two teachers communicate until they were further into their training. So Saturday Anita took Sandy, dressed in only her coat, collar, leash, and heels out shopping for her new work wardrobe. Their first stop was a little boutique that specialized in club and fetish wear. She knew she wasn’t going to dress Sandy in these outfits at school, but wanted her to be afraid that was what was waiting for her when she got to school after arriving in only the coat. As they entered the store Anita had Sandy wait by the dressing rooms. She was mortified standing there with her collar and leash clearly in view. She couldn’t even look anyone in the eyes, only stand there looking at the floor. Several young women walked past her and laughed at the submissive teacher. After about 15 minutes Anita walked up to her slave and handed her several dresses and told her, “Take off that coat and change into each of these outfits and walk out here and let me see you.” Sandy’s mouth opened to say something but quickly thought better and untied the belt, slipped the coat off her shoulders and took the dresses from her Mistress. I gripped him with hunger. asian “Hell no; in fact I’m going to make sure that daddy sees up my skirt some more. Ranger bitch, I told you she’d-” Then he sat on the japan edge of the bed in front of her. My dick throbbed. “Fine.” I told her. “But if she’s trying to meet up and talk about what’s happened or anything… I’m really not up for it. He brushed past the naked temptress slamming the door as he went leaving with the image of her standing with the shit stained finger poking out her asshole. I reach down and rub my clit as my head bobbed up and down his thick cock. Happy and amateur smiling, she walks home. Now Fort William is the sort of shithole that makes Weatherfield look like a town, one fucking solitary shopping street stuffed with overpriced tat shops and everywhere the sound of tortured cats which they think is music being played on the bagpipes. Breakfast was very awkward (for my father at least). He turned his head, favoring Kara and myself with a gaze that conveyed a sense of thanks and appreciation. And that the memory of it flashed up before her eyes, gangbang when we encountered each other on the sidewalk with her leading her grandmother on some kind of fabricated excuse to get out of the house for a little bit. You were just acting...a little weird, that’s all.” "Being able to help right the many wrongs that we have seen, is more than worth the pain. She sucked him off fast and thankfully got him to cum, causing him to release his death grip on her tits. “And I think the world can all agree, that was a delicious thing to witness.” I look creampie up at Paul and smile as he takes my picture swallowing his length. Her father told her. I then approached the mother. The orgasm made to forget the pain for some moment.