To become a Master

AN: this chapter is not the first one chronologically. This is the point where I started envisioning the story, and it will give you an idea of what will happen. Think of it as a glimpse of the future. Next chapter is where the story will begin. Feel free to give feedback.

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The loud slapping of flesh against flesh was the only sound that could be heard. "Ohh...fuck!" she cried with surprise as a small whimper escaped from her throat and consciousness returned to her; little by little, she became aware of who she was, where she was, and what was happening. "W...what?" she said, trying to make sense of things. This was not the first time she had been in this place, she realized, in this dream, or should she call it a nightmare? She knew what was happening -about to happen- and she knew there was nothing she could do. How would you define a dream that is lucid enough for you to move, to feel, and to talk, but still fixed enough that you remain a passenger, a spectator just along for the ride? It confused her to no end.

She could feel her hands tied securely behind her back. She never got to know how or what was used to keep her in position. Was it rope, cloth, handcuffs? Her imagination had taken her to ponder all the possible ways limbs could be restrained, but the end result was the same: no matter how much she struggled, she would not be able to break free. "Hmmmm!" A small moan passed her lips and broke her train of thought, bringing her back to her current predicament, not that she considered herself to be in any type of real danger.

The slapping sound stopped. "Oh, you liked that?" said The Voice.

As usual, she kept from answering, her stubborn mind refusing to acknowledge what was being done to her. The Voice just chuckled, a deep sound that sent a pleasant shiver through her spine. "You and your games. How long has it been? How many times have we played this game? Danced to this song? It always ends the same way, and you know it. So… How about we skip the tough girl act and go straight to the girl we both know you are? Then again, watching you break is always exquisite, so perhaps there is something to taking our time."

"No," she thought to herself, this time it would be different. The girl took a moment to evaluate her full situation, hoping that perhaps there would be something that stood out, some variation to her dream that gave her an out. The lighting was poor; a single light was placed somewhere she could not see far to her left, creating a soft glow so dim that she had to strain her eyes just to see her immediate vicinity. She was on some type of bed. She could not see more than a foot in any direction, so it was hard to tell, but the softness and the padding she could feel on her knees made her think it was a bed. She wore no clothes, her body on full display for whomever –The Voice- desired to gaze at it. She felt no cold; on the contrary, there was a comforting warmth that, she knew, would give her a small sheen of sweat in a few moments. She took notice of her position, hands and arms behind her back, knees firmly planted on the bed with her legs spread wide, hips held high, back arched, and torso pushed downward with her chest and shoulders pressed to the bed.

"Nothing different then," she thought, giving a mental sigh and bracing herself as she focused on what was really important about her dream: the things she wanted to endure, the things being done to her.

"Enough stalling, pet," said The Voice. "We have limited time, and I know your body is for a little attention."

Something…someone? Grabbed her thighs, and a soft gasp escaped her throat as she felt her body invaded, her tight passage spasming, molding itself to accommodate the girth of what she could only assume was a cock. "How can my body react to this? How is this stupid dream creating a feeling I have yet to experience in reality?" She thought to herself with what she knew would be her last coherent thoughts; for experience had taught her that as soon as The Voice—for who else could it be?—started moving, her conscious mind would take the back seat and she would become a writhing, sweating, delirious creature with one thing and only one thing in her mind: prolong her feelings as long as possible, no matter what.

The cock bottomed inside her and stopped moving; the walls of her pussy massaged the appendix as her mind was engulfed in a dense fog of pleasure. It was always like this; the first time it filled her, it marked her loss of control. A strong, full-body orgasm traveled through her body. It started out slow, warmth and pressure in her pussy mixing with euphoria; tingles of exquisite pleasure moving from her core both down her legs, thighs shaking and toes curling, and up her spine; back arching, chest heaving, and nipples hardening until it reached her head, a high-pitched cry of pleasure leaving her throat.

"Good girl," said The Voice smugly, and she couldn´t help the shivers of pleasure that enveloped her at the praise. "Let’s see how long it takes you this time, shall we?" With a final chuckle, The Voice went quiet, and the cock resumed its movement.

Slow at first, with long and deep strokes that robbed her of her breath, the cock started the relentless fucking. She both hated and loved the pace, as it allowed her pussy to contract and squeeze around its girth, a feeling she secretly savored, and allowed her to swim in slow and constant pleasure, but it lacked intensity and kept her from release, keeping her hostage on the brink of orgasm.

"Do you want to cum?" asked The Voice; a moan was the only answer. "Have it your way then; we have enough time, as always. You know what you need to do."

On and on it went; the cock never wavered, never missed a beat, a constant flow of pleasure that took away her sense of time, her sense of self. She became lost in the feeling, only aware of the hard cock inside her with its maddening slow pace, and the constant throbbing of her pussy, for a release that felt close but never came. Soon a sheen of sweat permeated her body, her long curls became a mess, her nipples dripped small drops of sweat onto the bed; and her pussy leaked, a puddle of grool growing by the second beneath her. Time seemed to have no meaning: a minute, an hour, a day, a month. "How long had she been here? How long could this go on? How long could she endure?"

As time passed, the only sounds heard were her moans. Somewhat at first, but loud and constant as the fucking continued. It was not until they became that The Voice asked again, "Do you want to cum?"

It took the girl a second to realize she was being addressed. "Y…Yee….Yes…please" she said in between moans. "You know please is not enough pet, not anymore," replied The Voice, a hint of steel accompanied the words, letting her know there would be no budging.

"Please sir, can I cum? I really REALLY want to. I can't take it anymore, p...please...-oh god- PLEASE!" tried the girl, mewling sounds leaving her as she was rocked back and forth in a never-ending rhythm.

"Better, but not good enough. You need to tell me who wants to cum. Does the tough girl want to cum? Or maybe it is the proud one, the perfect student, the demure daughter, the role-model; which one wants to cum?" The Voice said

She knew what The Voice wanted, it wasn’t the first time they had reached this point, and she had been taught through sheer repetition that those girls weren’t the ones that wanted –deserved- to cum. Those girls were proper and dignified; they wouldn’t be in this situation, drooling on the floor, driven mad with pleasure and wishing for release. No, they wouldn’t have begged; they would have endured, or maybe even escaped; they were better than her, she reasoned; she couldn’t escape, couldn’t endure, and each time begging came more and more easily.

She knew which one she was, and she embraced her –became her. "Please, sir, can your pet, your good girl...cum?" She said, her voice deferent, submissive.

"And why does my pet want to cum?" said The Voice, its happiness at the imminent triumph audible in its tone.

"Because she’s a slut, your slut, and her wet pussy needs to cum!" she said. "Mmmmhh!" moaned the girl, her pussy contracting and her clit throbbing in silent agreement with her statement.

"Good girl" said The Voice. "You may cum."

No sooner were the words registered in her mind when the cock –that glorious cock- started moving rapidly, giving her the hard pounding that she had been craving.

"YES! ...thank you sir... Thank you!" She cried as her body teetered on the edge.

"CUM NOW!" ordered The Voice, and the girl willingly obeyed. Her body stilled as a sharp electric shock rocked her from head to toe. Her muscles seized and her throat let out a mighty cry of pure, raw pleasure. Her head tilted backwards, eyes rolling into her head, as her mind blanked completely as she was swept into the throes of orgasm. Her body started convulsing, with waves of pleasure leaving her core and overwhelming every nerve in her body. Her muscle control long gone, she surrendered to the feeling.

As the girl started her orgasm, the cock continued unabated, if anything, it increased the pace and the depth of each thrust, throwing the girl from what would have been a single glorious orgasm into a cascade of mind-blowing consecutive ones.

The girl, her pride long forgotten in the sea of pleasure, took it in stride and started mumbling whenever her breath allowed her to form the words. "Thank you…thank you, sir. Your pet thanks you so much! Please give her more; she wants more. YES, JUST LIKE THAT, more…please."

A loud smack to her ass broke the girl from her stupor just enough to hear The Voice—Sir—as it resumed speaking, the cock slowing just enough to allow the creation of coherent thoughts inside her mind.

"Who are you?" asked The Voice –Sir-

"Your pet sir, your slut" answered the girl, mewling with pleasure.

"Good girl" replied The Voice. The girl’s eyes fluttered, her pussy clenching as a small orgasm passed through her at the praise.

"She is coming along nicely" thought The Voice, grinning internally at the memory of their first sessions. As it remembered the once proud and pig-headed girl who refused to acknowledge its authority and ownership of her body, The Voice couldn’t help but chuckle. She had come a long way; she was starting to detach herself from her prim and proper persona. With each session it became easier for her to drown her mind in sensations, and soon all it would require from him would be a word, an order, for her to leave behind her morals and inhibitions and turn into the writhing sex-obsessed pet it wanted her to be.

"I think it’s time to bring her training into the awake world" The Voice reasoned. So far, her training had taken place solely in her dreams, her conscious mind forgetting all that happened the moment she woke up, only remembering her previous sessions when she next fell asleep. But her subconscious had absorbed enough to allow her to retain some memories; also, it was time to start testing her body’s response to triggers while awake, and The Voice was positively itching to see her reactions.

The orgasmic cry of its pet stopped The Voice’s internal monologue. The fucking had not stopped –it never stopped-, and by its estimation, she had achieved release 4 or 5 times since it questioned her. Her body was exhausted, and her moaning had reduced in intensity. "Perfect" It thought. "She will be perfectly docile."

"You are mine, pet" said The Voice.

"Yes, sir" moaned the girl quietly. Her mind barely recognized what had been said, but her subconscious agreed nonetheless.

"We are almost done for tonight, but this time I will give you a reward. When you wake up, you will remember me, you will remember what happened here. And even if your waking mind denies it and tries to bury my pet under the proper, prim, and boring person you foolishly think you are; all her attempts will be futile, for you, my pet, will no longer be away; you will wait just under the surface, patiently waiting for me," exclaimed The Voice in a firm tone.

"Yes sir, thank you," mumbled the girl, her mind finally shutting down and succumbing to sleep, or perhaps waking up.

"Remember your training pet; do not disappoint me," ordered The Voice with the authority of an owner over its property. "Now….WAKE UP"