A Woman

"I will begin your first lesson by telling you this," She shifts her weight to one leg, making her bulging D-cup breasts jiggle in their corset. "Today marks the beginning of your training, ****. You will learn your place, and you will learn to love it. There is only one way that you will leave this compound, and that is by completing your training. You will progress through three tiers of training, and you will pass a final exam."

She stops for a moment, watching you ogle her shaved pussy. "I see that look in your eye. Do not worry, my strong-willed little neophyte. You are given a choice after passing the final exam. If your will is still intact by the time we finish the exam, you may leave of your own accord. It is in my contract that the **** is to agree of their own volition to be sold, and my clients have always honored their decisions." She chuckles and continues on.

"**** is your given name for the duration of your training, any other slaves that you encounter will also be referred to as '****'." She nonchalantly grooms her long and curly, pitch black hair as she recites the her script.

"If any of my staff enters this room, and they will, you will refer to them as 'Master'. It is in your best interest to utilize the naming protocol, since failing to do so will result in punishment, each and every time you fail." She taps the belt that sits on top of the midpoint of her corset.

"You have been chosen by our clients, and they will watch your training as it progresses, (that's part of the cost, you see)." She points around the room, at what are apparently hidden cameras. "It is your choice if you concern yourself with the cameras, though I've heard that thinking about them only makes it worse."

"Now, I'm certain that you are starving. You have not been fed in over 12 hours."

Your stomach gurgles as if responding on cue. The woman takes a few steps to her left and puts her hand on the male mannequin.

"These two, are your new best friends. This is how you will eat." She smiles, bending down to grab the erect prick of the male sex toy, "These are fully functioning training toys. If you want to eat, you must suck or lick your way to your next meal. Each model has sensors in the correct spots, and trust me, there are many "correct" spots. But suffice it to say that you must "work" on either of these toys for a minimum of 5 minutes in order to earn your meal."

"What do you get to eat? It's random, but it aids in your training. Every few hours the pipes beneath these toys switch, one will give you potato soup (you can really live off of that stuff, 'cause we make damn good soup here), and the other will give you cum. If you need water, you can simply shut off the pipes using this switch here and you can suck water from either toy, (it also helps rinse the pipes). If you want soup and you get cum, you will have to service the other one for your meal. If you got soup and you want cum, (and trust me you will by the time I'm done with you), you will have to service the other trainer. Either way, it is best to brush up on both sets of anatomy, as you will need to pass tests on both." She wiggles the fake dong at you for emphasis.

"Now ****, come eat." She commands, "It will always be your choice which one you service first, but I can guarantee you that this is the only way you will eat. If you refuse to eat, we will ****-feed you, but the result will be the same."