A makeshift gag. [-trader route]

As I restore order to my office, I looked over at Valerie from time to time. She knelt very still except for her breathing. She looked like a proper **** already, with her mouth open and waiting, her tongue sticking out over her bottom teeth.

I picked up a few sheets of paper that had no value and crumpled them into a huge ball, tightly compressed. "Open wider. Wider!" She strained to spread her jaws just a tiny bit more, and I shoved the large ball into her mouth. Her jaw immediately relaxed slightly, and the ball was trapped behind her teeth. She whimpered as the hard pints of the folded paper poked the roof of her mouth.

"This is punishment for wrecking my office. You can spit that out as soon as it's soft enough that you can touch your molars together. Nod that you understand."

She nodded quickly, wincing around the uncomfortable gag of paper. It would go faster if she chewed on it, but the ball was lodged behind her teeth, and it would be very painful to crush it using the soft roof of her mouth. She'd be **** to let her pooling saliva soften it gradually, and she knew it.

"Good. Now don't move."

She stirred a number of things within me all at the same time. She was undeniably attractive, with her lithe body and pert breasts. I could fuck her. Right then and there. Part of me wanted to, even. No one could stop me; no one would think to. I knew her body would be exquisite, her mother's sure was when we first married. I could take what I wanted from her and leave her chained to my desk at all times. It was within my rights.

However, as a practical man, I knew that would be a complete waste of Valerie's incredible potential. She had an innate desire to submit that was truly special. Like plucking a rare flower and tossing it aside to rot where no one could appreciate it, I couldn't do such a thing. She needed proper **** training.

I wasn't sure I would have the time to care for Valerie properly. With my plastic surgery practice booming and my wife still requiring a fair amount of attention and training, herself. I would only be able to offer a poor effort, unless I rearranged my schedule significantly.

Setting my laptop back on my desk, I checked it to ensure it was still working properly. Fortunately, the screen came up from sleep without any issue. No damage. I noticed a tab on my browser and clicked it.

Ah yes. I had been researching the newly formed **** culture that had come up ever since the TRAP. It was a web site for the buying and selling of women. Some of them tamed and trained, others still what the community described as feral: women who refused to accept their new station in the world and needed a strong hand. I had no intention of selling my wife, of course. Despite her new status, I still cared for her. She'd always been a loving companion, after all. If anything, the TRAP had improved out relationship. No, she was mine forever.

I could sell Valerie, I realized. Looking at her, she invoked memories of her mother. They had a similar body shape, although Valerie was much younger. Fully trained, she could be worth a small fortune.

More curious than anything, I poked around the site for comparable women and found only a few who had her youth, beauty, and natural drive to submit. Sure enough, they all approached six-figure sums.

Ah, but not one listing for identical twins of such a quality. Together, they would be worth millions. There were of course twins on the site, but they were plain or untrained or old, or fraternal, or otherwise inferior to my sweet girls. Identical eighteen year old beauties. Fully trained, submissive, eager to obey... It was actually tempting to consider the massive sum of money they could fetch.

I closed the laptop. I did care for my daughters, if not in the same way I cared for their mother. Could I do such a thing? I shrugged. I could always make that decision later.

I turned my attention back to Valerie, still exactly as I'd left her. So obedient. If I was going to sell her, this would make for good advertising on the site. Picking up my cell phone, I snapped a few pictures of her, letting the artificial shutter sound play loudly each time.

Valerie whimpered softly, knowing I was photographing her in her humiliating state. I took pictures from a few angles, then approached and nudged her knee with my shoe. "Open your legs. Show me your pussy."

I couldn't see her eyes behind the blindfold, but I read her tense body language. She was humiliated, but she still obeyed, spreading her knees apart and exposing a surprisingly damp snatch to my camera.

I snapped a few pictures. "Look at that. You're wet already. Such a needy little slut, aren't you"

She shook her head slightly, blushing. It was cute to see her so shy after her bold move earlier, forcing me to punish her.

"Tell you what," I began recording a video, which produced a musical tone to indicate recording had started. Valerie stiffened in understanding, but I continued. "If you can last three minutes without coming, I will end your punishment early and you can go to bed. But if you come, your name will be Slut for a week." It was good for her to fully understand how little control she had of anything anymore, but the game was too tempting.

I extended my right hand to her hot slit and pressed two fingers inside her. In her heightened state of arousal, her flesh yielded easily for me. I pressed my thumb to her clit and began to finger fuck her, focusing on the rough ridges of her g-spot as I circled her clit with my thumb.

She gasped around the ball of paper and shuddered in her restraints. Her arms below her elbows were not bound and she flailed with them as if trying to reach me, but there was nothing for her to grab onto.

She moaned, helpless as I continued, capturing the entire moment on camera. She tried to close her thighs together at one point but I leaned down and bit her left nipple hard enough to make her jump and help. Her thighs shot open again and she didn't try that again.

I was ruthless, using every trick I knew to excite and arouse her body. She panted and squirmed, her pussy dripping from the effort of holding back her obvious pleasure. She was putting up quite a fight; it was admirable really. I looked at the time on my phone. Two minutes had passed.

"Two minutes down, one to go. Think you can hold out?" She groaned pitifully, a **** cry. Her breathing was fast and deep. Her entire body had taken on a slight sheen of sweat from arousal and exertion. She was so wet that each thrust of my fingers made a slick wet sound, proving she was indeed a slut, getting so turned on by her father's fingers.

She was barely holding it together, I could tell. Any second now she was going to explode.

"Thirty seconds."