You go buy your "first"

You put on your coat and head outside. To your surprise and glee; every woman you pass is collared and being led by a man. Some women bear marks of whippings and canings but nothing that would cause permanent injury; as per your rules. You follow signs for the local Auction House.

As expected; outside are half-a-dozen women; all naked and varying ages.

They are all wearing wooden signs around their signs announcing their age and any sexual experience they have. Your attention is drawn to a young-looking woman with large D-Cup Breasts.

You look at her sign.

**** For Sale:

18 Years Old

No Sexual Experience

Offers no less than $50K

You then realise you made the rule that women had to buy their freedom at their cost and should have predicated that this would make younger women so much more expensive than they could ever afford to pay off...

"I'll take her." You announce.

The Auctioneer looks at you as if he want's to ask how much for; but instead quickly changes his look and nods at you. He unchains the woman and puts a collar and lead on her.

Somehow both are engraved with your name.

You take the lead.

"Kneel, bitch."

She complies quickly.

"Now crawl."

She crawls behind you as you lead her back to your mansion. Your other two slaves are waiting for you at the front door.

"Take her to the Dungeon. I'll be there shortly."

They both take an arm and guide the naked, scared, eighteen-year-old to the dungeon.

You remove your coat before heading down to the Dungeon yourself.

The soundproofed room is impressive and dark.

Your new **** looks scared; propped up by your two other slaves.

"Tie her to the vaulting horse and go back to work."

They quickly follow your instructions.

"Now, what is your name?"
"Whatever you want, sir." she responds.

"I already told you, earlier. What is your name?"

"I don't know." she whispers, scared of your reaction.

You select a cane. She struggles against her bonds.

"Stop that."

She does.

"Now what is your name?"

"I don't know! Please!"

CRACK

You swish the cane against her defenceless backside.

She cries out in shocked pain.
"Your name!"

"I don't know, please!"

CRACK

"Then we'll be here a long-time! Your name!"

"Bitch?" she said, clearly trying hard to think of what you referred to her as at the Auction.

"Well, you do know then. So you lied."
"No! Please! No!"

"Lying is a serious crime, Bitch. I think twelve to each of those delicious breasts will remind you to be honest..."
"Yes, sir."

Clearly resigned as to her position she accepts her fate as she is untied from the vaulting horse and tied to the x-frame.

"Stick your breasts out as far as you can; stick your head back."

She follows your instructions. You run a hand across her generous breast, feeling across her nipple; rubbing until the nub appears. You then let go of her breasts. You collect two nipple clamps and come back. Both nubs of her nipples are still visible as she looks to the ceiling not knowing what was about to happen. You snap both clamps on at the same time; much to your slaves casternation.

She cries out as you pull them down...

Then you go and get your nursery cane and come back

THWIP

You swish the cane into the fleshy undersides of her boobs. She screams out in pain, you ignore this and swish again into the same area. She shakes violently trying to ease the pain.

But you keep going. You promised her 24 strokes and 24 strokes she will get.

After 8 to the undersides, you deliver 8 equally wicked strokes to the tops. Your slaves screams get louder and louder. Then you deliver the most painful 8 strokes; right across the clamped nipples...

Already made ultra-sensitive from the clamps; the nipples exploded in pain for the poor woman and the cane slashed across them... Feeling sick; she screamed. But seven more strokes landed there.

"Do you think that was an acceptable _performance _to accompany your punishment?"

"I don't know, sir."

You look at her; eyes streaked with tears. You run your index finger across her cheekbones, removing the tears from them.

"I'm doing this to make you better. To improve you as my ****, you want that don't you?"

Your question is dangerous; it could break apart every rule you wrote if she answers any way other than yes.

"Yes, I want to be your ****..."

"Good. Then you will take twelve lashes to that virgin pussy of yours silently unless you want me to start again with your boobs and pussy."

She shrieks but accepts the punishment offered.

You replace the cane with a riding crop.

THWAP

You swish it into the folds of her vagina, eliciting a moan from your ****.

THWAP

You swish another to the same place. She throws her head back; trying to absorb the pain.

THWAP

The strokes are clearly very painful. After 10 are taken silently; you open the door and call for one of your slaves to come... Anne runs towards you.

"Good, you came quickly. Hold her flaps open, I want to be able to strike her clit."
The **** quickly complies with your instructions from behind your new **** to keep out of your way.

You swish again; catching the nub of the clitoris.

You **** shakes violently but manages to catch her scream. But when you deliver what should have been her last stroke she screamed out as the crop caught the same swollen part of the clit.

"I guess we must start again then. Anne; get a ball-gag; make sure it's tight."

Anne complies.

Then you swiftly deliver all of her repeat strokes... The woman's screams quietened by the gag...

Finally finished you throw the crop down.

"Anne; kindly attach two clamps; one to each pussy flap; to Bitch. Then attach the weight clamps to her breasts, 4kg each, chain her tightly upright and then join me for lunch. She can stay down here for a few hours to ensure she learns her new place here."

Anne quickly follows your instructions; much to the pained wails of your ****. Her swollen nipples and flaps made for difficult work applying the clamps.

But they were soon attached and she was left hanging there on her tip-toes; straight-backed holding up eight kilograms with her sore nipples and having her pussy flaps pulled down by 2kg weights.