Training Program

As you lie there, trying to catch your breath, your stepfather's voice cuts through the silence, "I think it's time we began Luna's training.

"Begin training program", he says loudly. The automated voice responds,"Training program initiated."

The room falls silent, except for the sound of your own ragged breathing. Your brothers exchange a look, their faces still flushed from their exertions. Mira's eyes gleam with excitement as she watches a mechanical arm come down and attach a leash to your collar.

The automated voice continues, "Training program: obedience and submission for designated pet Luna."

The mechanical arm starts tugging on the leash. Not wanting to be dragged, you scramble to your hands and knees. You obediantly follow the tug of the leash as you're led blindly out of the room.

As you move, you hear the murmur of your family's voices, their words indistinguishable, but their tone filled with excitement and anticipation. Your mother's voice rises above the others, "I think she's going to make a wonderful pet."

Your stepfather's deep voice responds, "She seemed to enjoy it, but the training will ensure her obedience regardless."

As you crawl away, the mechanical arm continues to tug on the leash, guiding you through the darkness. Your leather hood remains securely fastened, blocking out any visual cues, and the ring gag still stretches your lips wide, making it difficult to speak. Your mind wanders to the events that just transpired, and you can't help but feel a lingering sense of arousal. You wonder what's in store for you, what this training program entails, and why you seem to enjoy the rough treatment your being inflicted upon you.

The sound of your own ragged breathing fills your ears, and the creaking of the leather as you move is the only other noise you can discern.

The mechanical arm's grip on the leash remains steady, guiding you through the darkness. Your knees scrape against the floor, the sound echoing through the silence.

Eventually the leash's tug slows, and you sense a hesitation in the mechanical arm's movement. Your heart rate quickens, anticipating what's to come. Your leash is pulled up slightly **** you, and you're brought to a stop.

Your wrists are grasped firmly by cold, metallic cuffs. Your lifted to your knees and then your lifted off the floor. Your startled by the sudden movement, you restrained legs flail in the air, as a third arm supports you rear.

You start to descend, and feel as your placed sitting in a new machine, its surface cool and smooth against your skin. The mechanical arm that held the leash, detaches it and retracts. You hear the soft whir of machinery as it disappears into the darkness. The cuffs that grasped your wrists **** them behind your head then stay there securing you. Your legs, still restrained and bent at the knee are **** to spread wide open. You feel straps wrap around and pull tightly against you. The leather hood still covers your eyes, and the ring gag remains firmly in place, making it difficult to speak and impossible to see what's happening around you.

A cheery automated voice welcomes you, "Hello, Luna! Welcome to your training program." Its cheerful tone a stark contrast to the cold automated voice from earlier.

As the voice finishes speaking, you feel a slight loosening of the straps that hold your head in place. The leather hood remains securely fastened, but the ring gag is carefully removed from your mouth. The metal ring slides out of your lips, leaving them feeling tender and slightly bruised. You strech your mouth and jaw.

The automated voice pauses for a moment, and then asks, "Luna, do you know your name?" The question seems almost redundant, given the phrasing and the events that transpired earlier, but you sense a hint of expectation behind the voice's cheerful tone. You take a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill your lungs, and respond, "Y-yes... I'm Luna." Your voice sounds hoarse from the throat fucking Alex gave you and you can't help but wonder if your response was satisfactory.

The voice acknowledges your answer, "Excellent, Luna! You are indeed Luna. You are a good girl and good girls are rewarded"

"Can...can you remove the hood then", you ask hopefully.

"No", it answered back cheerfully, "until your obedience reaches the requirements desired, the hood will remain, to keep you from being distracted."

Your hopes of regaining your sight are quickly diminished.

"Training program will now proceed to the next phase. Please remain calm and still. Remember good girls trust their master, and for this training program I will be your master."