The mornings of our first month...sex and pain

After our classroom lessons and good breakfast all 15 of we "chattels-in-training" would proceed to the training rooms to start our long and tiring day of practical training. We were clamped uncomfortably into metal frames, it being early days and we were all quite fearful once we had been fixed tightly into the frame, often with our nipples clamped to start our pain tolerance ...and so very often bent double and exposed... for use...we would wait and squirm...and always start with the servicing of one or more of the male trainers whilst we were held in metal frames, this would ensure we experienced very little pleasure ourselves whilst also working our bodies to be more flexible.

It also began to teach us what we were as chattels; just bodies to provide pleasure with no thought of our own. Very often they would use our mouths to ejaculate into, to ensure we always swallowed the semen, no matter how it tasted, but if they did spurt into our vaginas we were all fitted with coils by the palace clinic, of course. Sometimes another Trainer would simply finish off on our face as the other used our mouth, it was just all part of our training...

Naturally, we were never allowed to orgasm and if the trainers, who were so very skilled, detected any semblance of this pleasure they would immediately pull out of us and give us 12 strokes with their canes or floggers, and so we began to learn to control our own urges.

This copulating would continue for about an hour, after which we’d naturally be quite sore down below and our immobile arms and legs would ache a great deal. Sometimes a Trainer would also bind our breasts with very tight and rough ropes if he thought they were moving too much!

If we’d behaved well our Head Trainer would release us to fall onto the floor mat, but, if she thought we’d not pleasured the trainers properly, or had orgasmed ourselves, she’d apply 18 hard strokes of her cane (or even a male Trainers cane) to our bottoms or breasts. Kneeling on a table, our bottoms high in the air for the cane to slice it's marks into us.

How much it would hurt - especially on our poor breasts, for which we had to sit on a stool, place our hands behind our heads and bear each stroke in silence!

We’d be allowed 15 minutes of rest now and we’d stand in a row in the dark cold chamber, getting our breath back and talk about our families and how proud we were making them before being taken to the gymnasium for our daily physical exercises.

The gym was always hard work, even for me as a country girl used to exercise - for the lazy city girls and aristocratic daughters it is very much harder. The instructors come from the Molonian army and are very tough on us indeed, it seems to me that they take extra delight in making us girls with bigger breasts jump and run and skip more than the others just to see our boobs bounce.

An hour of this made my boobs very sore indeed, but we would still exercise on equipment, the trainers loved to see us on the exercise balls, displaying our vulvas as we worked on our core strength...

Our final period of the morning was the worst for me, for 30 minutes we “serviced” machines with our mouths, bottomsor vaginas in order to teach us restraint, patience and endurance when we have to serve our aristocrats. We are always tightly clamped and bound for this in uncomfortable metal frames so that we cannot really move as the big dildos continuously thrust in and out of us causing us to get excited and sore at the same time, but never being able to relieve ourselves of course.

As always, the Trainers would often cane us as we were held in these machines, our bottoms, mons and breasts so exposed for a swift stinging slap. All this is essential to our training if we are to become fine Royal Harem chattels.

I really hated one of the the "oral trainers", held motionless in a metal frame, our heads between two wooden blocks a large dildo is inserted into our mouths and, squatting there as always naked, it is slowly and relentlessly thrust in and out eventually causing us to drool and gag all down our chins. It really was awful and my poor mouth would get very sore indeed; I think our Head Trainer always used a larger dildo for my mouth as my “Procurement Report” had said I was a "good little cock sucker"!

Other oral training was less sophisticated, bound once again a Trainer would thrust a huge dildo deep into our throats until we gagged - eventually, of course, the intent was to completely rid us of this reflex in order to service our aristocrats to the best of our ability!

Once over, we were released from the large chamber and sent to shower before lunch. But those of us who had not impressed our Trainer would always get 6 strokes of her cane on each breast, and sometimes our tummy too... and most of us would not impress her!

Often, my poor big boobs would often be striped and sore as we went for lunch!

(with beautiful illustrations Dear Reader - https://tatyanas-story.blogspot.com/2023/02/the-mornings-of-our-first-month.html)