for training

All I remember is going to sleep in my bed at night, just as any other night. But the morning certainly isn’t.

When I wake up, I find myself in a room without windows, without wallpaper, the floor and three walls covered with bathroom tiles and the fourth with a gigantic mirror. It is brightly lit, with very unusual furniture.

It is only when I try to get up from the simple mattress I wake up on, that I realize that I am wearing cuffs, and that my hands are locked behind my back. Still I manage to stand up. The room looks gruesome. Dildos and vibrators are scattered around, extending into the room on poles from the floor, walls or ominous looking machinery which are the majority of the furniture. Otherwise there is only the mattress, a large dinner table, and a kitchen chair which would be entirely simple and unremarkable if there hadn’t been a dildo sticking up from the middle of the seat.

Glued to the wall is a single piece of paper. It says:

“My dear prey,

Let me start by making clear that you have lost your freedom and that you will regain it only on the day that you die. The career options open to you from here only encompass fuck toy, chatel ****, sub slut, daddy’s little girl, and the like.

When I say “until the day that you die”, it can mean different things. It could be in half a century, after a happy life in bondage, adored and pampered by a loving man.

It can be in three days as well. You are under current evaluation on your overall suitability to slavery. This evaluation will consist of three chapters. If you will execute them all, you will be admitted to the training program; if you don’t, you will be executed yourself. Prove your ability for sluttery, and live. Be stubborn and resistant, and die.

Your first challenge is about your orgasmic abilities. You will have 72 hours to work yourself to a grand total of 30 orgasms. You are allowed to use all the objects in the room to evoke them, although your hands will remain tied so you can’t achieve your goal with simple rubbings. You must straddle, and bend, and stretch, to bring your pussy to all the elements in the room, which can provide sensations to your pussy.

And for that, we have a wide variety. For your convenience, several dildoes rise up on poles from the floor, to a height where they can comfortably be kneeled across. Others reach higher, and will allow you to stand. The ones extending horizontally into the room will allow you to go down on all fours, press your ass to the wall so the dildo penetrates you, then ride it from your hips. All are provided in various types and sizes, so you can pick the type which works best for your hornification.

When you’re bored of penetration, you may notice not all of the poles end in dildoes. The ones with the smooth semi-globe at the end are called Hitachi’s, and they are not meant for insertion; instead, they provide vibration, and their most common use is in pressing them to your clit. I am sure that you are no different from the rest of womanhood, and that it will provide pleasurable shiverings within you also. It shouldn’t be too hard to derive just as much arousal from them as the dildoes can provide.

Another part of your arsenal are the pairs of electrodes you may have noticed across the room. They provide TENS treatment, a form of low voltage electro shocks. Applied to thighs, chest, buttocks, and of course genitals, they can fire titillating bolts into your most sensitive areas, like a modern version of Eros’s arrows, sparking lust wherever they hit you.

When you get tired of providing the motion of your fuck yourself, there is a small assortment of fucking machines available to you, extending dildoes into the room, providing a fucking locomotion. Just kneel and bend to take their dildo into you, and enjoy the ride they will give you from there. Mind you, this is of course when you lose control of your masturbation. The power and the motions of the machines will be out of your control, and they will provide rhythms and depths which will each shock your body in unexpected thrusts.

For your spiritual stimulation, you may have noticed the big screens on some of the walls; these will soon play hardcore porn scenes, where voluptuous blondes with megaboobs are skewered by unlikely-sized black dicks, and the assholes of skinny neogoth teenagers are spread wide to accommodate the silicone buttplugs inserted into them, and all of them moaning and begging for more.

So I really believe you are equipped with all the tools you need for this challenge. Thirty orgasms may sound like a lot, it may even sound impossible, but once you get started and get into the right flow, you will find that you can create strings of them like travelling in the mountains, getting to several summits not more than a few minutes apart. Counting them will be easy and smooth when you get there.

Don’t bother about doing an act which involves a lot of moaning and throwing your head to the back of your neck, but which have nothing to do with experiencing orgasm. Several medical measuring chips have been implanted into your body, which will report unmistakably whether orgasm was actually achieved or not. Those will be counted, not the little pieces of theatre you might decide to play. I want a slut ****, not an actress.

We will see if you are the slut I am looking for, the slut who is willing to embrace her own sluttery and work hard to squeeze her lust from herself like a lemon, to the last drop. When you’re not, I have no further use for you and I will dispose of you. But when you are, I am happy to present you with the option to be trained into a full-fledged SWAT fucktoy.

The choice is yours. I hope it will be a wise one.

Your dungeon keeper. “