I bring him into my Institute of Discipline on all fours, collared, leashed, and already far too confused for a sl*ve who is supposed to obey simple commands.

Sit. Pant. Down. Into your doghouse.

Even that seems to be an intellectual challenge for him, which is why I do not w*ste time treating him like someone whose opinion matters. I have brought him to serve under my supervision; and my friend’s heels are the first assignment. He is told to clean her elegant pumps properly, while I stand above him in leather, spurs, gloves and sunglasses, deciding exactly how much humiliation his mouth can earn.

Of course, he hesitates. They always do, until the alternative becomes worse.

So I show him the real lesson waiting between my thighs: my massive strap-on. Either his mouth learns devotion at her heels, or it learns discipline around my c*ck. Preferably both.

What follows is a deliciously degrading training session between two dominant women who have no interest in his comfort. His head is guided, corrected, slapped, pulled and repositioned. He l*cks heels, sucks straps, gags for our amusement, crawls back into his l*ttle doghouse, and is dragged out again whenever we decide his mouth has become useful enough for another task.

We sit above him, smoke, laugh, spit on him, use him as a human ashtray, make him kiss the crop, l*ck the floor and worship our boots from the exact position where he makes the most sense: below us.

By the end, even that is not enough. I decide the punishment bench should be prepared next ; because his mouth was only the beginning, and a sl*ve trained properly should never assume that one h*le is sufficient.

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