Katyas Training

Welcome to my first story published on Nifty. The themes and subject matter in this story are adult, including but not limited to both consensual and coerced sexual acts between persons of the same gender.

This is a fantasy. In reality, I advocate the principles of Risk Awareness; Safe,Sane and Consensual BDSM and always observe safer sex guidelines. Safer Sex is a way of life.

If reading about power dynamics and graphic smut between women is illegal in your jurisdiction or offends you, please leave now.

One of the characters in this fantasy is sixteen, the age of consent in my jurisdiction. Again, I point out that this is a fantasy. In real life, my personal preference is for older women.

In my fantasies, anything is possible.

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Katya's Training

copyright 2006 by dr_country_mouse_top

Story codes: F/g, F^g, teen2, BD, anal, reluc, spank, sm

Nifty category: Lesbian/authoritarian

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She was better looking than I anticipated.

Katya was sixteen, and looked it, thank god. I was conflicted enough about taking on a girl so young. I consoled myself with the knowledge that she was at least legal. Sixteen was the age of consent.

I had more qualms about her age than I did about buying another human being.

She had one of those indefinably Russian faces, like so many of the little blonde tennis princesses the former USSR was apparently cranking out of some factory. It was, I decided as I studied the girl's slightly too thin form, probably located next to the factory where all professional golfers acquired the evidently mandatory blonde wife.

She had hazel eyes to go with the badly cut blonde hair, green and gold most prominent. Her skin was fair, stretched tightly over the high cheek bones. Her mouth was too wide, her neck long and graceful. She was not beautiful. Her features were too strong for that. But she looked interesting, as if she might grow into someone beautiful.

Even in the shabby clothing that may have even been her own, she had the leggy, vaguely athletic look of the young Katherine Hepburn. "Do you know why you're here?" I asked her pleasantly.

She licked her lips nervously. "Yes, ma'am," Katya's voice was quiet, cautious. I had been assured that she was completely fluent in English.

"Then drop trou, pants, underwear, whatever, shove it all down to your ankles. I want to have a look at you."

Katya blushed but she obeyed, with only a slight hesitation, her eyes flicking towards her escort. The men who had delivered her were impassive, carefully uninvolved. The girl unbuttoned the cheap polyester trousers, unzipping the fly to reveal plain white cotton panties. Her breath hitched but she hooked her thumbs inside both trousers and underwear and shoved them down to her ankles.

She was a natural blonde, I noted with approval, although she would be removing the dark blonde pubic hair in moments. "On your knees, dear, forehead to the floor, ass up."

I pulled on a latex examination glove, enjoying the familiar snap at my wrist. "Has anyone or anything been inside your ass?" I had paid the additional hefty fees required to obtain an `untouched virgin'. I had little doubt that I would find her hymen intact, but I was less sanguine about the status and recent history of her asshole.

"The doctors," Katya said, sounding rather breathless. I squeezed a generous dollop of lube on to my fingers and then smoothed it over her tiny wrinkled hole. She squeaked a bit over the temperature of the lube and I chuckled.

"Sorry, kiddo. I was too lazy to warm it for you." I circled the tight ring of muscle with a latex covered finger tip, tracing the rim and then tapping gently at the entrance. "Anyone else?" I squeezed more lube on my finger.

"No, ma'am."

I entered her in one slow, sweet plunge, sinking my finger deep into her ass. "I'm going to spend a lot of time in this ass of yours," I told her as she gasped in shock. It was an abrupt entry, but no worse than people experienced every day in a doctor's office. I knew that although Katya was probably shocked, and perhaps a little uncomfortable, there was no true pain, not from my slender and very well lubricated finger.

"I'm going to spend hours and hours just playing with this ass. I'll train you to orgasm from anal stimulation alone," I told her casually, holding my finger still, letting her get used to my presence in her body. "Are you sure you're in the right place?"

Her answer was slightly muffled by her position, but it was still clear. "Yes, ma'am."

I suspected she was well aware of what her alternatives were. Girls that ended up sucked into the 21st century's equivalent of the slave trade rarely had an easy time of it. Had she not been a virgin, Katya would have been forcibly addicted to heroin, gang raped until she was totally broken and docile then sold to a brothel in eastern Europe or the Middle East.

"I'm going to examine you and put you through a rather extensive testing procedure." Her ass was exquisitely tight, clutching my finger in a rippling embrace. "Not much has been in your ass, that much is clear," I acknowledged breezily. "But you're of no interest to me unless you're fully functional. I'll be testing your sexual responsiveness and orgasmic capabilities."

Katya didn't move, breathing just a little too fast as I dismissed the three men who had escorted her, graciously turning them over to my housekeeper, who would serve them tea and an assortment of freshly baked goodies. "Stand up, pull your pants back up and follow me."

I turned and left her. She would either follow me or not, and now was the time to find out. I walked through the house down the central hallway and then out the door, following the covered walkway out to the playhouse.

I was almost to the playhouse door when I heard her hasty footsteps behind me. Katya had apparently made her choice. She followed me into the playhouse, looking around curiously. "If you stay, this will be your domain, although you may be called up to the main house on a regular basis. But in the absence of specific orders otherwise, you will remain in these quarters.

"You will not, however, be a prisoner. You'll wear a tracking device, for your own safety, but you may earn privileges and a certain amount of free time. I will also either enrol you in school or find you a tutor. You will have exercise periods and enough intellectual and social stimulation to ensure your mental health. You're an expensive, high maintenance pet, but I suppose a girl's gotta have a hobby. The garden club just wasn't cutting it, even at my age."

I grinned at her and she did not look reassured at all. "Take off all your clothes. You will be naked inside this building unless given specific orders otherwise." She stripped obediently, casting me an anxious look and then carefully folding her clothes. "Just leave them there for the time being. If you stay, we'll dispose of them."

There was true fear in her face. "Please ma'am. Let me stay." Katya swallowed audibly. "I want to stay." The alternative was evidently less palatable than anything she thought I might do to her.

"We'll see how well you perform before we talk about you staying," I chided her gently, and she blushed, hardly reassured. "Look around. Feel free to touch things or ask questions. " I studied her naked form as she wandered about, looking at the sling, the spanking horse, the fucking machines. I could see her throat working; she swallowed nervously as she took in the whips and paddles and floggers hanging on the walls.

There as a wet tiled area for messy play, including a small Spartan bathroom with a toilet, a bidet and a small hand basin. The shower was open to the rest of the play space, bright with reflected light off the clinically white tiles, with built in tiled benches and an intriguing collection of hoses and nozzles. There was even a special table designed to facilitate the delivery of enemas and high colonics. It was a clever bit of equipment that could be altered with a few, relatively swift adjustments into a gynaecological bondage table.

Of course, there were a variety of horizontal surfaces for displaying my pet, a leather sofa, several platforms with bondage furniture of various configurations. My favourite area would always be the far corner on the same long wall as the wet area and the toilet cubicle. It was set up like a doctor's office, complete with another gynaecological bondage table, featuring modern stirrups formed of some space age plastic. There were glass fronted cabinets displaying a variety of medical toys under spot lights, glistening off highly polished surgical stainless steel.

I led Katya to the small toilet area. "I don't want to deal with your shit," I told her, taking one of the Fleet enemas from the cupboard. "I'm told you're fluent in English. Read the directions and give yourself an enema. Call me when you have it all inside you, and leave the nozzle inside your ass until I've checked to make sure you've taken it all. I don't want you to release the enema until I give you permission, but if you leak, you're the one who has to clean it up."

Katya blushed like crazy when I asked her if she knew how to masturbate. "Yes, ma'am," she confirmed quietly.

"I want you to masturbate as you give yourself the enema. Feel free to orgasm if you can," I assured her, "just ask me for permission before you come. I'm a sexual sadist. It will make me wet to spank you and torment you in a variety of delicious ways. But I will find it almost equally as entertaining to watch you come. One of the primary ways I'll teach you to love being fucked in the ass is to make sure that you always come hard and often whenever I play with your ass. Now go clean yourself out and call me when it's all inside you."

Looking a little stunned, Katya padded off into the toilet cubicle, dutifully calling me when she had emptied the pre-packaged bottle of enema solution into her ass. "Good girl," I told her, patting her ass. She had chosen to self-administer the enema while on her knees, with her face on a folded towel. Her hips were tilted, revealing her sex, wet with arousal. Her cunt was pink and pretty, particularly with the way her genitals plumped up, engorged with sexual arousal. My pet had evidently obeyed me, stimulating herself during the enema. "Did you orgasm?"

"No ma'am," she gasped.

"You may go to the toilet and empty yourself as soon as I leave the room" I said, not unkindly. "Use the bidet to wash yourself and refill the bottle you have in your ass with plain water. Rinse yourself, making sure to masturbate. I won't make you try to retain an enema without a plug, so empty yourself whenever you're ready. Shower, shave your armpits, your lower legs and your pubic hair; wash your hair and condition it. You'll find everything you need.

"When you're done, dry yourself, give yourself a manicure and a pedicure and be sure to take care of your skin. There are moisturizers for hand and body as well as a complete range of skin care products for your face. Ask me if you have any questions about anything."

I reminded her to call me if she wanted permission to orgasm. I was, as I explained to her, a responsible pet owner. I might be indulgent and authorize orgasms with lavish generosity, but I wouldn't fail in my responsibility to witness and control them. Katya was quite desperate to release the enema at this point, so I left her to deal with the less pleasant portion of the program in privacy.

I had given her a deadline of two hours. She appeared ten minutes early, looking decidedly frazzled and quite edible. Her hair just brushed her shoulder, a thick mane that showed a tendency to wave as it dried. Her pussy was neatly shaven, although I suspected I would have to clean her up a bit.

I had checked on her frequently, which only seemed to add to her nerves and amused me. I praised her for her punctuality and ordered her over to the examination area.

Katya used the small step stool and sat down on the end of the table. She raised her legs, settling them into the stirrups and scooted down on her bottom, until her ass was where I wanted it. I secured her using the straps attached at her ankles and high on her thighs, making sure the fastenings were tight. A few small adjustments with the stirrup settings and I had the girl spread wide, legs securely restrained, her hips strapped to the table, arms fastened over her head.

"There comes a time in a bar dyke's life when she's lost count of how many anorexic pink haired girls with too many earrings that she's slept with," I paraphrased a famous line from one of Pat Califa's novels as I pulled on a fresh pair of examination gloves. "Colour me shallow, but I don't want to process, work through it or indulge in primal scream therapy in the middle of a scene. I don't care about some woman's co-dependent ways or her chemical sensitivities and her angst ridden relationship with a man she still calls `daddy'. I just want someone to play with; someone to tie up and hurt and fuck in the ass."

I put the big pump bottle of lube within easy reach and used my left wrist to depress the plunger, pumping out a generous squidge of jelly. "Lube is your friend," I intoned solemnly. "One can never have too much of it. I like my women juicy."

Katya huffed out a breath, a startled little ghost of a laugh. Then she gasped as I smeared lube over her clit, gliding over it with three firm slick fingers. Using my right wrist this time, I pumped out more lube on to my left hand. I raised my hands and wiggled my slick fingers at her playfully. "Left hand for the ass, right hand for the clit and cunt."

I lowered my hands and began to circle her still slick asshole with the fingers of my left hand. My right hand returned to her clit, petting it gently. "I think women's bodies are amazing. Two holes and a clit to play with; what fun!" I slid my fingers over the tight ring of muscle, pressing briefly at the tiny mouth. "If I am satisfied by your performance during your examination today, I'll keep you and begin your training."

I paused to focus on the delight of massaging her inner labia. I would enjoy clamping them, perhaps another time. "Your primary function will be to my fuck toy, my pet. You will be cherished, well pleasured and tormented." I stroked her clitoris firmly, petting it with long slow strokes, sliding through the gelatinous goo, spreading it carefully. "I can try to take you to the police, but I'm not particularly confident that they'll be able to keep you safe, even here."

The Russian Mafia was something even I knew about, sheltered as I was on an isolated property in rural Australia. Even if I were to turn Katya over to the police in Sydney or Canberra, I suspect the Russian mafia would either pluck her from custody or arrange for her death.

"No, please, ma'am," Katya gasped, squirming a little against her bonds. "You don't know what these people are capable of. My father sold me to cover his debts. They took me to make a statement and would have had me on my back in one of their brothels to work off my father's debt. The order you placed with the acquisitions firm you worked with is what saved me. I had been thinking about this contract for more than a year. I chose this of my own free will. It's done."

I grumbled and kicked my conscience back under its rock. "Although I would be delighted to discover that you have a brain, you get points simply for being easy." I slid my fingers down to dabble one finger tip in the soaking wet little cunt, massaging it coaxingly. "You're property, treasured, perhaps, but the hard fact of the matter is that you have no choice. I can and will do anything I want to you."

I eased the index finger of my left hand into her ass, still patiently rubbing Katya's clit with the fingers of my right hand. "I will offer you my personal assurances that I will do my best to avoid causing you permanent harm or allowing you to come to harm through my inaction. You will be well fed, comfortably housed and very, very well fucked. "

She made small, delicious noises of distress and arousal, the unfamiliar penetration alien but I made sure it was without pain. I kept my finger still for a moment and concentrated on her clit, determining what strokes and pressure made Katya squirm and squeal and finally squeak out a request for permission to come.

"You may masturbate," I told her, petting her clit more teasingly, my finger moving gently deep inside her ass. "Don't forget to ask me for permission before you come. If you come without permission, I will whip this pretty clit of yours and then tease you for a week or so."

I released her hands and chuckled indulgently when her right hand immediately flew to her clit. She was embarrassed, but after the long tease, she was gratifyingly eager. I studied her, watching her choice of stroke, judging the firmness of her touch, smiling approvingly as she demonstrated her knowledge and command of her own pleasure.

It still didn't take her long. Long weeks of fear, little privacy, and then the exam ^Ö it was no wonder she was a little impatient. Katya's body was struggling against the restraints, but she could reach her own sex with ease. Long fingers flew over her clit, short increasingly rapid strokes focusing on the half way point of her clitoral shaft.

I snaked my finger in and out of her ass, using my thumb to penetrate her virgin cunt just far enough to give her something to clamp down on, but without going so deep as to actually endanger her hymen. She cried out in Russian, and then begged quite prettily for permission to come.

I granted it, delighted to see the way she strained against the bondage, her body shuddering as she brought herself to a delicious climax, gasping as her ass and cunt spasmed around my fingers.

"Very pretty," I told her indulgently as she lay sprawled in a post orgasmic daze. I was very happy to see that she knew her body well enough to get off. I had seen far too many women struggling with their sexuality, too hung up to get off, unable even to masturbate to orgasm.

Still bound to the exam table, Katya answered my questions truthfully. She was painfully earnest, solemnly recounting her story. There was something about her that made me wonder if she might be a good boi.

As an elite gymnast until a knee injury had ended her career the previous year, Katya had grown up with the best tutors and trainers, entering the Institute at the age of six. She had been carefully sheltered and even more carefully guarded.

Shortly before her fifteenth birthday, Katya suffered a serious injury in a bad landing off the vaulting horse. It was an important competition.

Katya had continued to compete, despite what was clearly a potentially career ending injury, in order for her team to secure much needed points.

She had risen to the challenge, completing the other events despite a knee that was visibly swelling even as she moved through the rotation. It was, of course, utterly trashed by the end of the day's competition.

The Russian sports machine took care of her, although she had never been as breathtakingly brilliant as the thirteen year old wunderkind who would no doubt win the next Olympics.

Katya had received excellent medical care, the finest surgeons, sports medicine specialists and physical therapists ^Ö those who had not left for richer salaries in the west now that the State no longer spent quite so lavishly on its programs for elite athletes. The knee repair and rehabilitation had garnered cautious optimism from her medical team and trainers, however the long months of recovery had brought with them another complication.

Puberty, the death knell for most female elite gymnasts^Å. While Katya had not been subjected to hormone therapies to prevent physical maturity, the physical demands of her training regime had kept the percentage of body fat so low that it had delayed they onset of sexual maturity. Although she swam obsessively and ate a very carefully controlled diet, there was no fighting time.

She grew up, it was as simple as that. Her records indicated that she had shot up ten inches in the space of a year. Either event on its own may have been dealt with, but the combination washed her out of the program.

While she was still in the hospital, bed ridden except for carefully supervised physical therapy sessions and swimming in the pool, Katya was approached by a charming woman in her forties who took pity on the boredom of an almost fifteen year old girl. Katya had been given numerous books to keep her entertained and a rather remarkable proposition.

The woman introduced herself as a `spotter', and quite bluntly explained that there was a small but very lucrative market for virgins. While Katya's looks weren't spectacular, she wasn't ugly. She was just plain, although inoffensive enough. However her gymnastics ability increased her value.

Katya was given quite a stack of books after that, a collection of some of the world's greatest smut. I grinned when I saw the reading list supplied in Katya's records. The Story of O; several of John Preston's novels; a cluster of Pat Califia's best, including Coming to Power, written by the women of Samois, a classic reference that Califia had edited back in the early eighties; the Alex Kane mystery series, Carol Queen's novel, the reference manual Anal Pleasure and Health and all three varieties of The Joy of Sex guides for gay, lesbian and straight couples, numerous books on masturbation and self pleasure.

Although the medical staff and some of the therapists looked disapproving, they still put the videos on in Katya's room. A documentary made about Betty Dodson's famous masturbation workshops and several other very graphic sex guides, as well as a collection of very elegant porn.

When she returned to her dorm room at the Institute, Olga, her oldest coach greeted her with a scowl. She told Katya she was being groomed. The coach didn't like it, but didn't have the power to stop it. There was tacit authorization from high in the government, where the most powerful crime lords of the Russian mafia reigned with absolute impunity. While she made it clear to Katya that she did so under protest, Olga still set out the collection of spanking videos, a square mirror, the wet wipes, a stack of hand towels and several bottles of lubricant.

Katya was encouraged to masturbate and explore her body in the privacy of her dorm room, although she was cautioned not to penetrate herself because a good part of her value came from having an intact hymen. Her daily academic studies continued with her usual tutors, and hours of physical therapy replaced the time she usually spent training for gymnastics competition, each night after dinner Katya was instructed to read her books, watch her videos and masturbate.

One week later, the spotter showed up with another woman, escorted by a frowning and disapproving Olga. "Go with them," the coach told her gruffly.

The spotter led Katya to the Institute's clinic, the usual staff having abandoned the place. In the main room of the clinic, where Katya had been countless times before, there was a gleaming new examination table, with the odd metal legs where you were supposed to put your legs.

Katya shivered a little. She had seen those tables in countless videos over the last two weeks, at the hospital and at home in the dorm. There had been videos of both men and women strapped to tables like that, tormented and fucked and given both pleasure and pain.

"Take off your clothes, Katya, and hop up on the table. The doctor will examine you and we will test your responsiveness, to make sure you're fully functional," the spotter said crisply. "Have you been reading the books you were given?"

A little stunned, Katya nodded, occupied with stripping down to her panties and singlet. The life, and wardrobe, of the elite athlete had become more Spartan as the budget from the State had shrunk, not that Katya cared. All that she cared about was that perfect routine, and the high scores from the judges, and best of all, a smile from Olga.

"Just face the table and stand there," the doctor instructed firmly when Katya was naked. The girl obeyed, certain she could feel the eyes of the two women behind her. There was a small pause and the doctor continued. "Yes, that ass will bring a good price, particularly among the spanking and leather crowd," the doctor said judiciously. "Up on the table with you now," she said with warm professionalism.

When Katya turned around, she was a little startled to discover that the spotter had a digital video camera in her hands. Katya blushed, but dutifully climbed on the table, and let the doctor guide her into the proper position. Katya was a little scared and a lot turned on, despite the fear. She felt incredibly exposed and helpless, her mind whirling with memories of women being bound and tormented, given enemas, shocked with electrical wands, speculums spreading their bodies open, fucked by machines, both men and women repeatedly forced into orgasm.

She was scared and breathless and so horny that she would have given just about anything to just run back to her room so she could lock the door and put her hands down her pants.

"Look into the camera and tell me your full name," the spotter ordered her calmly. Katya obeyed, answering the further questions about her age, and when she would turn sixteen. The doctor turned on a heat lamp that lit up Katya's genitals and suffused them with voluptuous warmth that the doctor told her was intended to `soften her up a little'.

"This may feel odd," the doctor warned her, "but it shouldn't hurt, as I'll go slowly and I'm using plenty of lube. I'm just going to have a bit of a wander about inside your vagina and check to see if you have an intact hymen."

Katya gulped, but stayed still, grimacing a little at the alien sensation of being gently penetrated by a slick finger. The doctor's touch was carefully clinical, firm and sure, moving slowly inside Katya's body. The girl blushed furiously as she felt the wet heat pooling in her loins. There was no way that the doctor couldn't notice.

"Don't be embarrassed, Katya," the doctor chided her. "It's perfectly natural to be sexually aroused by this. I'm almost done." She pressed gently on Katya's lower belly, pressing upwards inside her, palpating her ovaries and testing whatever it was that doctors looked for. "Definitely an intact hymen," the doctor announced with obvious satisfaction. "You're a good girl, Katya."

The doctor withdrew her fingers to add more lube. "I'm going to do an anal exam now. Most people find it very erotic and arousing," she explained with an encouraging smile. "One of the things we want to check is to see if you know how to masturbate successfully and have a good hard orgasm. Have you been practicing?"

Katya blushed but nodded. "Yes, doctor," she confirmed quietly. It had taken her a couple of days to sort of get the hang of it, but Katya had indeed practiced, finally astonishing herself by learning how to orgasm, an experience that was addictive. She was a healthy girl, having just turned fifteen in the last few days. Given access to good information, and instructions from the Institute that had all but raised her to study the books, watch the videos, and learn to masturbate until she orgasmed, Katya had obeyed.

The pleasure only encouraged her. She had always been a good student, a voracious reader who always had a book in her bag for quiet moments at practice. So she read and she studied the books, watched the porn and the sex education videos and, after a day of misgivings and nerves, she had locked her hospital room door and started learning how her body worked.

Four hours of deliberate sensuality and masturbation every night had given Katya a chance to learn a few things. She found that she climaxed about 90 per cent of the time. The ten percent when she didn't get off left her incredibly horny and desperate and she would come twice as hard when she got off the next time. Katya had even squirted something once, a dribble that might have been one of those female ejaculations she had read about and watched on the videos.

She was incredibly curious about anal sex. Her reading materials and videos had been carefully chosen to encourage her interest, and to provide her with accurate information about anal play of all kinds. Katya almost envied men because of their prostate glands. But she figured maybe being multiorgasmic might compensate for the lack of a prostate. And there did seem to be women who had learned how to orgasm just from ass play. And hell, they seemed to squeal and squirm and just about crawl out of their skin when getting an enema or an ass fucking.

Katya swallowed hard as the doctor rubbed her fingers together, spreading lube over the latex. "Katya, we want you to masturbate for us, and show us how you orgasm. As you play with your clit, I'll warm up your anus and examine you. Relaxation is the key to pain free anal penetration so I'll go very slowly and while you do your best to bring yourself to orgasm. "

The habit of obedience to authority was deeply ingrained in Katya's personality, as was an almost stoic acceptance of what the authority figures in her world told her to do. She expected orders and obeyed now without question. The doctor and the spotter were far warmer than most of the people in her life, with the exception of a few special friends among the other gymnasts.

Katya reached down with her right hand, finding her clit with unerring accuracy. She rubbed herself lightly, two fingers rubbing in a small circle right on top of the clitoral shaft, the technique she had found worked best in her two weeks of intensive experimentation. It took longer than usual, because Katya was nervous and a little scared and distracted by the way the doctor's fingers were just massaging her anus without entering her.

But finally she was caught up in the huge upswing of arousal that always heralded the onset of orgasm. Just when she thought she couldn't get any more aroused, the doctor sank her finger deep inside Katya's ass in one long, slow plunge. Katya cried out, her fingers flying desperately on her clit and then she came, arching off the examination table until she was balanced on her shoulders and her suspended legs in the stirrups, coming harder than she had ever come in her life.

The doctor rode out Katya's convulsive shudders of pleasure, keeping that one finger seated deep in Katya's ass. Both the doctor and the spotter were generous in their words of praise, the spotter having captured everything with the digital recorder. They let her rest for a minute and then patiently waited while she dressed.

Katya was literally dripping with lube and her own juices, swiftly soaking through her panties and making her feel as if she were sliding around in her clothes. Her ass and cunt and clit felt sensitized and tender. They gave her a state of the art Ipod, something only one other girl on the team had, although Katya has seen gymnasts from other countries and other training centers around the former USSR showing them off at meets and competitions.

If anyone asked about the generous and very conspicuous gift, Katya was instructed to respond that it was a gift from a potential sponsor. It would rouse no further comment, sponsorships being the meat and potatoes of even Russian gymnasts in the 21st century.

Three months after she was out of the hospital, the Institute regretfully released her from the program. She had already shot up three inches, and the doctor's predicted it would be two years before her body settled down. Of course, there were no guarantees that Katya's adult body would be at all suitable for gymnastics.

Katya was sent home to her parents' new apartment with a new portable DVD player and a suitcase full of DVDs and another full of books. The new apartment was smaller, only one bedroom and a tiny living room with a fold out sofa. The kitchen and bath were hardly worthy of the name. It was terribly crowded with Katya, her parents and her younger brother, although the apartment across the hall was no larger, and there were twelve people living there.

Her parents were embarrassed the first night she was home, but her father still ordered her into the bedroom after dinner, reminding Katya that she had `homework'. Katya was mortified, and then felt badly for her parents. Her mother had looked dazed and devastated by the entire experience of having moved to a much less luxurious flat. Her father seemed bewildered by the change in circumstances, having grown used to the subsidized flat and generous pension Katya's parents had been awarded when Katya had entered the Institute.

Katya began attending public school, working out at the high school. It was Moscow, and the students were the children of mid raking officials and lower level Mafia foot soldiers. The gym and the swimming pool were both decent, and the coach for the high school team had sympathy for an injured athlete bounced out of the program. That was how he had ended up teaching high school.

But every night she retired to the one bedroom, locked the door, and studied sex and orgasm. There were text books, erotic novels, and DVDs both educational and unapologetically pornographic. As both the doctor and the spotter had suggested following Katya's exam back at the Institute, she dedicated at least two hours out of her nightly four hour session to masturbation, eager to learn how to have multiple orgasms.

Like any other athletic pursuit, practice helped. Katya was soon having three and four orgasms each night, sometimes sneaking in a quick come by masturbating in the shower in the morning. She always fantasized about being forced into multiple orgasms by powerful streams of water, just like in some of the videos she had seen. Katya held open her labia and tipped her hips, trying to let the shower stream over her clit, but the volume of water coming out of the aging plumbing in the new apartment's tiny shower didn't do much other than tease her.

Her father was drinking more and more, coming home later and later, stumbling in long after Katya had finished her homework. Katya would find at least one empty bottle in the trash every morning. Her father had lost his comfortable job where he really only showed up to go to lunch with his cronies. It had been another benefit lost when Katya left the Institute.

The spotter soon came to the overcrowded apartment, arriving three weeks after Katya had seen her the day before she left the Institute, when she had been given the DVD player and new movies. Her father opened the door, speechlessly leading the spotter into the living room. "Good evening, Katya," she said pleasantly. "Step into the bed room please."

Katya swiftly obeyed. "We may have a potential buyer for you. Please strip down for display and then a performance test." As soon as Katya was naked, the spotter took the digital recorder out of her stylish leather bag. "Face the bed and bend over, arms folded on the mattress. Spread your legs and arch your back so we can see your ass."

Katya did as she was instructed, blushing a little, particularly when she could feel the cool air against her damp privates. "Spread your legs a little farther apart," the spotter coached absently, peering at the little screen attached to the digital recorder. "Good, now reach back and hold your ass cheeks farther apart with your hands."

The spotter then had Katya pose on her back, displaying her sex and then filmed her as she masturbated until she reached two climaxes. The spotter praised her lavishly for the orgasms, and warned her that her father had been seen gambling heavily with the sort of people one didn't want to owe money to. The gentlemen in question were not, the spotter was careful to point out, associated with her employers. However, both consortiums were aware of each other, politely avoiding competing in the same arenas.

"I suspect this footage may convince the buyer," the spotter said cheerfully. "My employers won't accept a consignment until you're sixteen, but if things get bad, as I suspect they will, feel free to give out my card to anyone who tries to make a claim on you. My associates are already in the process of contacting the appropriate parties to ensure that they are aware that we have an existing interest in you. "

The spotter left her with more books and DVDs and several bottles of lube. More practically, a state of the art heater was delivered the next day, with instructions to warm the bedroom for Katya's self-study course in the art and science of the human sexual response. A case of the finest vodka quieted any objections her father may have had.

The combination of public school and the flood of hormones flood Katya's body led to the inevitable first crush. Risa was a sleek little fourteen year old brunette with big brown eyes that made Katya want to do wicked things to her.

I was rather tickled to have my initial instincts confirmed. Katya was definitely a boi, a sixteen year old baby butch bottom whose courtly instincts made her earnestly try to assure me that she had wanted to go to a female owner and that she wanted to stay.

The spotter had visited regularly, at least once a month, frequently bringing someone with her. Most often it was a sort of counsellor, who talked to Katya about what she had seen and read, answering her questions, guiding her back to the reference books. They made very clear what the difference between fantasy porn and real life was all about, and even sent Katya to two very different first aid courses. The first two day course earned her a basic certificate, teaching her CPR and the usual basics. The second course was specific to the world of BDSM. Katya learned what to do if something went wrong in a scene, as well as how to care for routine welts, bruises and cuttings.

There were men and women with fresh whip marks, deep bruising and welts of all sorts, all of which, the instructor was careful to point out, were the after effects of responsible, consensual pain play. None of what Katya saw that day would have been considered extreme, endangering or abusive, but pain play did leave damage. Katya had to wince in sympathy when the instructor called up the man who had endured a recent cock and ball torture session. She viewed anuses, rectums and vaginas, so overused that the tissues were red and swollen, and learned what to look for and what sort of pain to watch out for that indicated more serious injury.

The spotter explained that the success of her employer's firm was based upon their ability to ensure that the buyer was happy with the product. Discriminating buyers didn't just want a piece of meat. A buyer of the sort that used her employer's firm needed a brain to go with the meat.

Olga was right, Katya came to the realization several months before her sixteenth birthday. She was being groomed. The DVDs and books became more directed, focusing on several themes that Katya had reported that she found most arousing, although there was always a selection of diverse sorts of erotica.

The spotter never lied to her, and the counsellors Katya met with never encouraged self-deception. Their discussions were brutally honest. They talked about the nature of power, of sexuality, of why various scenes and videos aroused her and why. She learned about gender identity, and how endlessly mutable it could be, and began considering how she identified herself and why and how that interacted with what she thought was arousing.

They even discussed the various reasons that a buyer might specify a virgin, and what that might reveal about the buyer's psyche. They addressed the issue of her age, pointing out that in Shakespeare's time, fourteen year old Juliet aroused no comment. Sixteen was the age of consent in most nations, and for most of human existence, sixteen had historically been considered well into adulthood.

And although Katya had earned her place in the Institute because of the athletic promise she showed at six, she also received a quite acceptable education. There was certainly nothing wrong with her brain. She knew precisely what she had signed up for with her Contract, and understood the ramification and all the ways it could go wrong. And with the fearless passion of the very young, she assured me that she would have chosen to sign a Contract even if her father hadn't run afoul of the wrong people.

I kept my finger in her ass and listened to her as it all poured out. Much of it I already knew, from the very extensive files I had been sent. I let her talk, encouraged to see her confiding in me so soon, and very pleased by the steady intelligence I could see in the green and gold eyes. There was definitely a glimpse of a deeply flirtatious boi in the glance she shot me as she admitted to having lots of fantasies about doctor's exams and stern governesses.

Katya was aware that she was a hormonal mess. That was part of what the counsellor had discussed with her during each visit. She was quite droll as she confessed to being utterly and shamelessly at the mercy of her libido. She was sixteen; she was supposed to be a total tomcat.

The rather one sided conversation had rather the feel of a report. Katya was a good little soldier, definitely a potential boi, all sincerity and dogged determination. Her hips were starting to rock a little as she discovered she could ride my finger. If was clearly time to get on with the program.

I released her from the exam chair and let her stretch her legs a bit. Katya's flexibility was giving me all kinds of wicked thoughts about fun and games with bondage. Mmm, bendy bois are always so much fun.

I put her on all fours on the middle platform, and then locked the leg spreader bar around her ankles. She looked luscious, that long gymnast's body spread out and waiting for me. With her wrist restraints fastened to the middle of the bar, she was head down and tail up, just the way I like it. "Get used to this position," I told her. "I like seeing you spread wide, wet and hungry. Of course, now that your hands are restrained, you'll can't play with your clit."

I rubbed my hand over her hard, tight gymnast's ass. "Pain play will be an important part of your life, if I decide to keep you." I pumped more lube on to my fingers and started petting her pretty pink asshole. "Pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure; spankings and whip kisses." I slipped one finger in her ass, gliding in and out with care, coaxing and gentle, petting her slippery clit with my other hand.

She arched her back and tried to spread herself even wider, murmuring and purring and cooing happily. "Does that feel good, pet?" I inquired teasingly.

Katya nodded enthusiastically, moaning happily. She was literally dripping wet, fluids hanging in shining strings from her engorged cunt lips. Now that my new acquisition was suitably eager, I started spanking her. It wasn't a harsh spanking. It was an introduction. I alternated spanking with long lavish caresses on her clit, stopping frequently for more lube, my finger moving ceaselessly in her ass.

When her hard little butt was a uniform shade of pink, I went to the wall and took down my favourite slapper. "I have dainty little paws," I told Katya. "I'm all about making the tools do the work."

I gave her a thorough workout, using the slapper to slowly turn her ass a deep rose, making sure to keep the attention up on her ass and her clit, using her arousal to help Katya enjoy the pain. The slapper made a lot of noise, crisp cracking noises that didn't hurt nearly as much as one might expect from the sound.

Katya was sweaty, dishevelled and desperate to come when I stopped, but she recognized the Hirshfeld speculum right away. She moaned, hips jerking in reflex when I showed it to her. "Oh, you know what this is, don't you?" I taunted her. "I did warn you that I liked ass play. Now that you're all warmed up, let's have a look at you."

I warmed the speculum under hot running water and then lubricated it thoroughly. I had been steadily stuffing lube in Katya's ass since the moment she walked in the door, but when it comes to anal sex, too much is never enough. She quivered and moaned as it sank in to her body. "Yeah, you like that. Such a good boi," I crooned. "Butch bottoms are just all kinds of special. Gay bois need to learn to love having things in their ass."

The Hirshfeld isn't large and the shape makes it easy to take, even for a virgin. Katya was panting as I deliberately jiggled it several times before unscrewing the center portion. "I'll bet the light feels nice and warm," I said chattily as I took a peek inside her ass. "Your inner walls are all pretty and pink and clean. Do you feel open?"

Katya gasped out a sound that might have been a yes.

"Someday soon, you'll be opened wide with speculums in both holes. I have lots and lots of toys and you're going to have all of them in your ass at some point or another. Right now, let's just make sure that you appreciate your first experience with being opened up."

I hummed to myself as I gathered the toys I wanted and grabbed the pump bottle of lube. The toys plugged in on their long extension cords to the power strip built into the side of the platform. Shifting the heat light aside, I held the bottle of lube over Katya's upturned ass. "This may feel cold, dear."

I carefully pumped a few squirts of lube through the central opening of the Hirschfeld. "I'm sure you've read about vibrators. You weren't given any so that you'd learn how to use your hands."

I didn't put the vibrator on her clit. I held it to the handle of the speculum instead, so that the vibrations carried through the metal and into her ass. Katya cried out in shocked pleasure, squirming a little. "Relax your ass and open up for me. Just remember to ask permission to come. " The vibration would help distribute the lube quite nicely.

There's something sweet about the astonished pleasure of a boi experiencing the delights of a vibrator in the ass for the very first time. "Oh, you are a good boi," I praised Katya warmly. "If you like this, imagine how good it will be when I fill up that virgin ass of yours with a vibrating butt plug. I have lots of things that will hum and buzz and purr in your ass. Then we have all the dildos, and don't forget about the electrical toys. I'm going to train you so well that I can hook you up on one of the fucking machines and watch you come and come and come, over and over until I turn it off."

Katya evidently liked what she was hearing, because she trembled and moaned and begged quite prettily for permission to orgasm. "Good boi," I praised her. "Show me how you come from having your ass opened up and pleasured. Give me another of those pretty orgasms."

I was delighted that she was so close to climax without any direct stimulation of her clit. I helped her along, jiggling the vibrator and the speculum and pushing her over the edge into a yowling climax.

I turned off the vibrator when she was still riding out the aftershocks. I pumped a few more squirts of lube in her ass and then busied myself with the hardware over in the examination area. Once I had things set up, I eased the speculum out of Katya's ass and released her from the spreader bar. Still a little wobbly from her orgasm, I watched her carefully as she made her way off the platform and back over to the exam table.

I spread Katya out like a feast, strapping her firmly into the stirrups and then setting them at the most extreme position the table would allow. Her gymnast's flexibility made it easy for her. I was going to have great fun spreading her out in a variety of positions. The girl was built to be a bondage bunny.

Once I had her secured, I fastened wooden clothespins to her labia, three on each side. Then I eased the slender phallus of the Hitachi attachment into Katya's well prepared ass. The vibrator attachment was only slightly larger than my finger, but the powerful Hitachi would make Katya a very happy boi indeed.

I turned it on to the expected astonished cries of lusty delight. The vibrations were powerful enough to shake the clothespins adorning Katya's labia, which added a certain piquancy to her cries.

"Very pretty," I said admiringly. She looked quite fetching, tied up and horny and hurting. I warmed up her nipples, liking the way she squirmed and babbled. Katya was enjoying every bit of it, wallowing in the sensations as if she were starved for it. When I attached the nipple clamps, she shuddered and choked out a request for permission to come.

Her ass was being well serviced, so I indulged her, playing with the clothespins while she squirmed desperately on the silicone phallus buzzing in her ass. "You're doing very well. You're such a good boi. Someday I'll make you come by whipping your clit. It's a very special treat."

Katya writhed, every muscle in that spectacular body straining as she rode the vibrator in her ass. "That's right. Give me another pretty orgasm." I massaged the entrance to her hot, wet cunt with the tip of my thumb, circling the quivering entrance, massaging and teasing.

"I'm going to release your hands but you're not to touch your clit. I want you to pinch and play with your nipples while I play with your clit." I unfastened the wrist restraints and then moved back to stand between her legs. Katya was beginning to whimper desperately, needing just something a little more to get over the edge into release.

"Take the clothespins off, and pinch them hard. You've seen it done in enough videos. I want a nice firm grip that strong enough to move your breasts around." Katya cried out, arching and grinding against the vibrator in her ass as the clothespins came off in her hands. "Nice firm grip," I prompted her sharply. "Move your breasts in big circles, rolling the nipples hard."

Katya wailed but obeyed and then cried out again as I flicked her clit hard. "Pinch your nipples harder," I ordered. "Make it hurt."

Katya was rocking against the restraints, keening and twisting desperately. I took the clothespins off her labia and started slapping her pussy, my hand making wet smacking sounds between the lube and the pussy juices. She started coming within seconds and I kept slapping until she was done, my thumb working that virgin cunt.

She was trashed when I was done, moaning happily, eyes closed and a goofy grin on her face. Santa had brought her a brand new toy and she liked it a lot. "Thank you, ma'am... Thank you so much."

I laughed.

"Don't thank me yet. We're just getting started." I turned the Hitachi off and eased it out of her ass, swiftly replacing it with another unit fitted with a larger butt plug. Katya was still soft and relaxed from her last climax and the larger plug went in easily enough.

I released her hands and showed her where the panic button was, securely attached to the table where she couldn't drop it or knock it out of reach. The digital video camera was securely mounted on a tripod to record the scene for later review. Then I kicked the Hitachi back on high and left her with the reminder that I was testing her orgasmic capabilities and a strict admonishment to count how many times she came.

She was a sweat soaked mess when I returned an hour later, but a very happy boi. I tossed her in the shower for a quick rinse and then tucked my very tired pet into bed.

She was still asleep when I arrived the next morning.

I ordered her out of bed and into position ^Ö bent over, arms folded on the bed, back arched and legs spread wide. I already had gloves on, the fingers on my left hand thickly coated with lube. As soon as she scrambled into position, I entered her ass in one long, slow plunge, pushing the glycerine suppository deep. Katya moaned and I withdrew slowly, immediately reentering her, pushing a second suppository as far in as I could push it.

"This is how you begin your day, every day. The first thing you're aware of when you wake is something in your ass." I emphasized my words by wiggling my finger deep in Katya's ass, making her squeak. I pulled out, inserted a third suppository and then began inserting a strand of silicone anal beads.

They were the kind connected by a thick tube also made of silicone, the beads graduated in size. I pushed them in slowly, one bead after another. Even the largest bead wasn't very large, but they added up inside Katya's rectum. She was panting and gasping and squirming, her cunt starting to drip.

The last bead hung outside Katya's asshole, a convenient handle for when she removed it. I used the slapper again, and warmed Katya's ass until it was a clear rose. I warned her about the suppositories and the effect they would have and sent her off to deal with removing the beads and giving herself two enemas and a shower.

"'Bend over and spread' will become the four words you know best," I predicted cheerfully when she returned. I pulled on a fresh pair of gloves and lubed up a couple of fingers. "Hold your ass cheeks apart. Open up and offer me your asshole, boi."

Katya obeyed and I began to stroke lube over the tight ring of muscle, explaining that she must always be lubricated and ready to be entered.

She was my pet, my sexual plaything. Katya would be kept naked and available at all times, the temperatures and furnishings in the house reflecting this.

As I worked lube into Katya tight butt, I spanked it back to a proper shade of pink and then reached around to teach Katya's clit. I alternated teasing and spanking until Katya panted out a request to come.

I denied it

Frequent orgasms were part of her training program, but release wasn't on the schedule for first thing that morning, although she might be allowed to come upon waking as a special treat for particularly good behaviour. Katya declined breakfast until after she had her morning workout, so I led her to the gym.

Although there was no expression on my face, I watched her hungrily as she went through a stretching routine that would have raised the dead. The machines were almost worse. I had already had numerous modifications made to the equipment that would allow for exercises not planned for by the manufacturers. But on this first morning, I just watched.

Her knee didn't seem to give her any trouble. Her medical reports stated that the repair and rehabilitation were successful, but the ligament might break down under the strain of elite gymnastics at the highest levels. There would always be a lingering weakness in the joint, but one that only an international calibre athlete would notice.

Watching her tumbling, fearlessly hurling herself through a complex routine on the matt, was a unique pleasure. I had always enjoyed watching the Olympic gymnastic events on television. This was even nicer, with the routines completed by a naked young woman whose ass I owned.

I would have to find a variety of athletic pursuits to replace the gymnastics, and to augment the training routine she still performed. I pondered the options as I watched her swim laps, thinking of what skills I would like her to have.

Katya showered and dutifully presented herself. "Please, ma'am," she requested quietly, arching her back and holding her buttocks apart. "I think I need to be prepared again."

I did so with slow deliberation, gently working lube into her ass. "You're a good boi," I praised her. "Someday you'll do this for yourself, while I watch. But that's a lesson for another day."

I took out the first box of training plugs, soft silicone crafted into a set of rather petite butt plugs, entirely suitable for a beginner. "You know what these are." It was a statement, not a question. "There are several larger sets, and those that are meant for long term wear have a vent. The first few sets are too small, so I will remove them to give you a break if you start feeling gas or cramps, but each time I have to remove the plug, we'll go up a size."

Just for the entertainment value, I opened the double cabinets where the penetrative toys were kept, and then laughed long and hard at Katya's expression. "There are more scattered here and there, and each of the machines has a full compliment of attachments." I assured her. Katya shivered oddly and gave me a grin that was equal parts of shyness and hunger.

"I'm going to train you the way Pavlov trained his dogs. Drooling is not something that dogs have conscious control over, but Pavlov managed to condition the animals to drool on cue." I murmured the words in Kayta's ear, my fingers sliding down her crease to tease her asshole. "I'm going to train you," I promised, "I'll condition you with pleasure and pain, and reward you with orgasms. But first we have to train you enough to handle the conditioning."

The rules of the game were simple. My horny boi was permitted to play with her clit as long as she wanted, and even ask for permission to orgasm, however I would be simultaneously spanking her and working in the butt plug. As soon as I stopped spanking her, she had to stop playing with her clit, and I would let her rest and calm down.

Every hour, on the hour, I spanked her, teased her, made her wet and horny and desperate and changed her butt plug.

Of course, she came perilously close to coming multiple times through the day. I had been giving erotic spankings and playing with boi butt for decades longer than Katya had been alive. The deck was very much stacked in my favour, which was just the way I liked it.

Sexual teasing is an art form, one that is sadly neglected in this modern age. I was good at it. I kept her wet, hungry, and desperate. By lunch time, she was frantic, hardly touching her lunch.

By mid afternoon, she was crying and begging. I tied her when she grew so desperate to reach her clit that she couldn't resist the urge. It wasn't a stressful bondage, her wrists simply restrained in suspension cuffs to keep her from reaching down to her hungry sex.

By dinner time, she was exhausted, ripe for pleasure, soaked with sweat and lube and her own copious juices, her butt and thighs an enchanting cherry pink. Even if the spankings had not been harsh, the effect built over the course of the day. Katya would have little interest in sitting down for dinner, even if she hadn't been half mad with lust.

She moaned and spread wide the minute I touched her inner thighs. I liked that response, so I rewarded her with a few soft touches on her clit. Katya begged prettily, babbling at me in breathless Russian, those incredibly long legs spreading even farther open, offering her sex and ass with a gymnast's flexibility.

I watched her wet cunt juice up again, and dabbled a latex covered finger tip in the fluids welling up there, smearing it over her clit with a feather touch as she trembled and swore and pleaded with me. "How does your ass feel?" I asked, as I had so many times before.

"Full," Katya said instantly, but needed no prompting to assure me that there was no pain. She had answered the question often enough that afternoon, and had been well educated about the myths surrounding anal sex as well as the realities. I jiggled the base of the butt plug and she moaned imploringly.

"Do you want to come?" I taunted her playfully.

The response was vehement. I laughed.

I strapped her to the examination table first and teased her ruthlessly. Over the course of eight hours, I had worked her up to a plug about two fingers wide. Oh, I could have opened her up that far in the space of a few minutes, but it was far more entertaining to spend the day working up to it.

She was a mess, sweaty and wet to the knees with her own arousal. Katya moaned when I put the clothespins on, as I had the day before. The clamps weren't harsh, just a hard pinch that focused her attention quite nicely. She arched off the table, babbling in Russian as I fastened the clothespins to her nipples.

The clamps on her outer labia made her whimper. It also made her cunt gush with new and deeper arousal. "I'm going to put in the next plug now. As soon as it's past your ring, you can start masturbating. Don't forget to ask for permission before you come."

She was already begging me before I had the plug even in my hand. I laughed and told her she could come when the widest part of the plug past her sphincter and not before.

The plug was soft surgical rubber with electrical contact strips embedded to focus the current both around the outer sphincter as well as deeper in the rectum. By setting the wave frequency correctly, the proper combination of electrical pulses could make Katya's asshole spasm in a most entertaining fashion, essentially fucking herself with the toy. The intensity of the current could also be controlled, separately.

"Come now," I told her, and shoved the well lubricated plug past her ring. She cried out and obeyed, writhing in the restraints, thighs trembling and belly rippling as she came in spasms. She was still coming when I fastened the vacuum tubes to her nipples. The glass cylinders were just slightly larger than her nipples, a tight fit encouraged by the use of a little lube to help make a good seal.

A third vacuum tube was fastened over Katya's clitoris, precisely on that spot half way down the shaft of her clitoris, where she always rubbed when she was getting off. Katya whimpered as the suction began. The rhythmic suction of the vacuum over her clit was making her crazy. The suction on her nipples hurt. Not horribly, but the suction was so intense that it did hurt.

I adjusted the controls for the electric butt plug so that she slowly began fucking her own ass, the muscles in her ass clenching, her hips pumping in pleasure. Her nipples were engorged and violently flushed with colour, her clit swollen and deformed by the force of the suction. "You may come as often as you like, but you must ask for permission each time," I cautioned her. "We're tracking your orgasmic capabilities, even as the focus is more on exploration at this point. The suction treatment will help make your nipples and your clitoris larger and more responsive to stimulation. "

She was beautiful like that, so helpless and desperate for her pleasure. Even if she couldn't touch her sex, the electrical stimulation of her ass and ass ring combined with the tireless suction on her clit and nipples made her writhe hungrily. She had been thoroughly teased for most of the day, so it didn't take long for her to squeak out a request to come.

I granted it, and just as her body clenched in the first spasms of orgasm, I told her she was a good boi. Katya wailed and came hard. Of course, after her climax, her poor clit was painfully sensitive. She cried and squirmed and protested, writhing and pleading. I told her that she hadn't come nearly enough times yet. She had come six times the day before when I left her with the vibrator in her ass and the freedom to masturbate.

"You'll come five more times like this," I told her cheerfully, as I reset the suction tube over another part of her clitoris. "Your clit will be nicely engorged by then, not that the effect will last long. But frequent and regular treatments will ensure that your clit blossoms with the attention."

Katya moaned deep and low as the suction began again. A slight change to the current running through the ass plug triggered delighted squeals of pleasure, for the electrical toy had been calibrated to pleasure her ass even as it penetrated her in time with the current, her sphincter unable to respond with anything other than pleasure, tamed by the pulses of electricity.

Katya begged prettily to come not long after. She was young and healthy and had spent the better part of the year engaged in self pleasure. She had trained her body to expect multiple orgasms and it cooperated very nicely now.

Oh, I adjusted the clit suction each time, and stroked her and petted her, but the cardinal points were being well stimulated ^Ö ass, clit and nipples. She asked for permission to come each time, and each time I granted it, carefully reading her responses and murmuring the key phrase right at the moment she began her orgasm: good boi.

The position on the examination table was a good one for relatively long term bondage. She could barely even find enough play in the restraints to squirm. I was pleased that she was learning to come nice and hard when spread wide on display. It would make my job easier as I continued to condition her responses.

Katya was trembling violently by the time I removed the probe from her ass and the suction tubes from her clit and nipples. Her nipples were nicely engorged, deep red and swollen and deliciously sensitive. "Now that you're nicely relaxed, dear, we're just going to open you up a little bit," I told her chattily, and eased the carefully warmed speculum into her ass. It was slick with lube, and smaller than the probe when in its closed position.

There was little resistance as I began to turn the screw to open the blades of the speculum. Katya's eyes opened and she sent me a distinctly wary look as the speculum opened her ass. I locked it into position when it held Kayta's rectum open just slightly wider than the probe.

The vaginal speculum had been modified, the length of the instrument's blades replaced with something shorter and slimmer, entirely suitable for use on a virgin with an intact hymen. I was still undecided what I would do about that. Fortunately, most of my sexual interest in penetration is focused on anal play. Katya seemed rather less than reassured by this when I shared the thought with her.

I stroked her tender clit as I gently coaxed her body into accepting the shallow and carefully restricted penetration of the modified vaginal speculum. The double penetration, even with only the gentle petting for direct clitoral stimulation, soon had Katya gasping out another request to come. "Soon, dear," I promised her as I held the vibrator to the shaft of the vaginal speculum.

Katya whimpered and squealed, desperate to come. The vibration soon eased the muscles of Katya's vaginal barrel into opening just a little further than comfortable. I locked the position and hooked up the leads to each speculum.

The urethral sound was tiny, hardly larger than those used on an infant, although this had a very different purpose. "Never had a catheter, dear?" I wondered idly, seeing the faces Katya made as I gently inserted the tiny tube. The sound was shorter than a catheter tube. It was designed to deliver both electrical current and vibration to that most sensitive portion of Katya's anatomy.

"Now we see why we have to work on developing your clitoris," I explained as I carefully attached the clamps to her labia, each fixed with tiny chains that fastened to the table, holding Katya's sex firmly open, further exposing her swollen clitoris. "It looks so pretty all puffed up and swollen that way. And I know it's much more sensitive now, after your first treatment. We'll be doing that often." Finally I attached the clitoral clamps, rubber and copper fastening firmly on the slick, swollen tissues.

Katya whimpered in protest when I attached the nipple clamps. "They're supposed to hurt, my sweet," I assured her. "The rest of it may feel odd, but there will be little or no pain for this particular training session. Everyone always plays with pain when they do electrical play, but the technique was first developed by doctors in order to induce orgasm in their female patients. Now I like nipple torture a lot, so we'll be pairing the sensation of orgasmic pleasure in your ass and cunt and clit with the pain in your nipples."

I gave Katya the controls and let her play. Most women are surprised at how wonderful electrical play can be, and how high the settings can climb as they try to orgasm. She soon discovered the combination that set her off into a glorious, convulsive orgasm that wracked her entire body.

The addition of current to her poor clamped nipples made the next orgasm even more spectacular. I made note of the setting for both frequency and current for each bit of equipment as I let her rest for a minute.

Her inner thigh was sticky with lube and dried sexual fluids and sweat. I had teased her and put her through her sexual paces for the better part of the day. I was tired, and she had to be exhausted.

"I've had enough time to begin mapping your responses, to understand the precursors of your orgasms. By letting you learn how to pleasure yourself, you've been caught in a self-reinforcing bio feedback loop. I've kept careful recordings of your responses."

Katya's eyes were full of bright intelligence, even if they were heavy lidded with weary passion, sated and still lit with the lusty exuberance of the very young. I was exhausted. Fuck, I had survived long enough to become like the song. I always had wondered what I would be like when I was too old to rock and roll, too young to die.

"I'm going to be running a little experiment with you," I explained with a little burst of exuberance of my own. "I'm going to train you like I would any other animal. It's the latest techniques in behavioural science, tested in labs, and it's in real world use at places like Sea World. I'm going to use the same techniques to train you, but instead of tossing you a grape or a raisin, I'll use sexual pleasure and orgasm."

I grinned like a wicked six year old. "When working with animals, one tries to achieve a high reward ratio. They receive their entire daily nutritional intake in the form of treats earned through the training process. Generally, a trainer is looking for an opportunity to reward the animal at least one hundred times a day.

"Conveniently enough, forced orgasms are just my cup of tea. I think there are few things more beautiful than the way a woman's body reacts during orgasm, the spasms, the expression of anguished pleasure. I'm not sure it's physically possible for a woman to have one hundred orgasms in a single day, not and survive the experience, anyway." I grinned. "But I'm going to have a grand time working towards that particular goal."

Katya choked out an incredulous, breathless shout of laughter.

"I'll train you to be a sexual athlete. We'll be pairing sexual pleasure and pain, training your nervous system to respond with sexual arousal to painful stimuli. We will also be introducing a conditioned reinforcer."

"Animals are trained with food rewards using an event marker. When the animal hears the designated sound, or event marker, she knows that a reward is coming. Whether it's a killer whale or dolphin hearing a trainer's whistle or a dog hearing a clicker, the animal has been trained to expect a reward when they hear the designated sound. That event marker takes a snap shot of the good behaviour for which the animal will be rewarded. The dolphin knows it was for being that high when he heard the whistle. That's the moment he's being rewarded for, even if it may be some minutes before he lands back in the water and swims to the other end of the pool to receive his fish.

"So the first step is to teach the animal that the designated sound used as an event marker is a promise of a reward. We do this by pairing the sound with the delivery of the chosen reward. Your reward will be an orgasm. Your event marker is two words. Every time you hear these words, you will have an orgasm.

"The sound of those two words becomes trained into your body, just like the sound of the bell triggered salivating in the dogs in Pavlov's lab. The event marker, those two special words, become a conditioned reinforcer. Your body will anticipate the delivery of the reward at the moment you heard those two special words, even if it's some minutes before you actually receive the reward itself. It might be a couple of moments before you actually climax, but your body will know. Instead of drooling, your body will begin to ready itself for orgasm. Like the dolphin swimming back to the trainer to receive her reward, you will come to me and I will give you your orgasm. It's all really very simple.

"So our first step is to condition your body by giving the reward at the same time you hear your designated event marker. Those two special words, which I have already introduced you to. With animals, we begin with five sets of five repetitions each. First, I'll say I don't expect that from you today, but I'll further explain it, so you understand. When using food rewards, we condition the event marker using five sets of five repetitions. What that would mean is that you would hear your special words and then experience an orgasm. This would happen five times in quick succession. That's one set of five repetitions. The training session would include five sets, which means that there are twenty-five orgasms in a training session.

"It may take us some time to develop your responses so that you're responding with twenty-five orgasms each day, but I think it will be a highly entertaining process. Now I recognize that you're tired, so I'll only put you through one set of five repetitions this evening. I will tell you your special words and you will take the controls and make yourself orgasm. Then we'll do it again, four more times, until you've heard your event marker five times and experienced five orgasms immediately after the sound of the words."

My pet's cunt was growing juicy right before my eyes, oozing beautifully. Lovely. I would be opening that pretty virgin hole even farther before the training session was done. Once Katya had a firm grasp of the controls, I warned her that the next two words were her event marker, and that every time she heard these words in the future, she would be expected to orgasm.

Then I gave her the words, those perfect words: Good boi.

Katya's eyes widened briefly as I reached over and put my hands over hers on the controls, turning the setting up as I had watched her set them herself earlier. Katya gasped, but accepted control of the dials and settled back to bring herself to orgasm.

There was a computer hooked up to the control, monitoring and recording Katya's choices of frequency and current levels running to each instrument, taking special note of the settings immediately prior to and during the orgasm itself. Digital video was looped into the computer, providing a computer graphed recording that was analysed and compared with the electrical settings.

I flushed the instruments with warm lube as she lay gasping and shuddering after her orgasm. She was still experiencing the occasional small convulsion as she rode out the aftershocks of a spectacular orgasm. I took note (as did the equipment) of the length of her orgasm and the moment and method she had used to turn the current off. She had scrabbled madly at the controls, sobbing and convulsing, shuddering through the artificially extended orgasm as current had continued to pour through the various contact points.

With the current off, I let her rest, spraying warm lube into her ass and cunt, a fine pressurized mist that coated every ripple and curve, pooling and dripping as the spray continued. Katya gasped as I opened the vaginal speculum further. She should have expected the accompanying increase in her anal dilation as well.

I had seen mares treated with hormones to bring on their season. I had watched them stagger, muscles shuddering in need, sexual fluids pouring from them as their bodies were chemically induced into preparing for mating and fertilization. I confess to having wicked thoughts about doing the same to Katya. It would be lovely to increase her capacity and appetite for pleasure.

"A boi needs to learn to enjoy having her holes open and filled," I told her merrily. "Doesn't it feel lovely?"

Katya moaned her agreement, giving me a dazed smile.

"That was your first repetition, dear, and you did very well. Four more to go. Eventually you'll be given a time limit, as we work on increasing how rapidly your body goes through the physiological preparations for orgasm. Be sure to pay special attention to the dilation and level of stimulation in your ass. As I've made quite clear to you, I have a special fondness for anal play. I am going to do everything in my power to hard wire orgasms into getting fucked in the ass for you. But for today, we're working on pairing the sound of your event marker with the experience of orgasm. Arousal is itself rewarding, isn't it, dear^Å"

I connected the Hitachi Magic Wand to the articulated arm that was bolted firmly to the floor and to the exam table. Covering the head with a condom, I moved it into position, just touching the handle of the anal speculum. Katya's moan was low and throaty as the vibration shimmered through the anal speculum. "A good boi learns how to come from ass play," I told her. It only took her a heart beat to process that the words had been spoken and to turn up the controls for the current.

She liked the pleasure. Oh, she had a young boi's haste and enthusiasm, but it was charming to watch how greedy she was for the orgasm. I turned the Hitachi on high and increased the current going through the nipple clamps just as she began the upswing, building steadily into orgasm. Katya wailed with the additional stimulation, and instinctively turned up the dials under her control to meet the new level of sensation.

Her orgasm was beautiful, a primal response of a finely tuned athlete bound so fetchingly to the examination table. Even bolted to the floor, Katya made the table rock as she convulsed her way through a spectacular orgasm. She finally slapped at the control, sobbing and shuddering as she turned off the current, but I left the Hitachi on high, the powerful throb of the vibrator's motor transmitted deep in her ass by the speculum.

"That's right, Katya. Pretty bois like you need to love ass play. Someday I'll train you to come off a fucking machine. You've seen them in the videos, haven't you. Did like watching that? Shall I make you squirt and come and scream from being fucked in the ass. Did you see how fast some of those machines are? Can you imagine it, thrusting in your ass at a hundred strokes a minute? Did you like watching those models be forced into orgasm, over and over and over again? Of course, it will be some time before you're ready for adventures like that.

"I have a specially modified Sybian that you'll be riding long before you're ready for that sort of rapid and repeated anal penetration. You've seen the Sybians in the movies, and I know you've seen the instructional video from the manufacturer. I've had special fittings and attachments made, just for your training. You may not have a prostate gland, but you are very definitely a boi. You're a special boi, with two holes and a pretty little clit for me to play with. We're going to use everything we learn about making you orgasm to making sure than you learn to orgasm from anal penetration. Your next set of five orgasms will be while mounted on the Sybian with a nice fat vibrating butt plug up your ass. The Sybian attachments vibrate and rotate, remember? Can you imagine how good that will feel in your ass?"

Katya moaned.

I laughed. "Yes, bois like anal play, and you're a good boi." I closed my fingers over hers and began to turn up the dials, a gentle reminder. Katya gasped and took over the control. She was growing tired, her responses slower, more languid. Just gorgeous^Å.

I took special note of the length, the duration of her orgasm. Eventually, I would set the parameters for the instruments on the PC, and design a stimulation program to produce the precise effect I wanted. But for these first orgasms, I was taking base line measurements.

As she pleasured herself through the controls, I sprayed her ass with a fine mist of lube, easing the nozzle of the air brush inside the speculum. Warm lube dripped off the blades of the speculum, misted spilling into her rectum, lubricant puddling inside her ass.

The vibration of the Hitachi had never stopped, and she only shuddered with pleasure as I eased the anal speculum further open with another turn or two of the screw. Once again, I turned up the current to her nipples, introducing just the smallest bit of pain to the formula.

Orgasm number three was delightful to observe. She was, perhaps, less violent physically than she had been during number two. The computer and its various sensors would tell for sure. I just sat back and enjoyed the show.

When Katya orgasmed the fourth time, I hit the override switch, leaving the settings as they were when she peaked. She sobbed and shuddered, pawing at the controls as she had done each previous time, but this time the stimulation continued. "You're a good boi," I told her firmly. "Now come again."

She wailed as her body continued to be held on that perfect rack of pleasure, nerve endings overloading as the merciless current continued. "Come now," I told her firmly, and turned up the current tormenting her nipples. Her hands twitched as she grabbed for the controls once more, turning them up with a howl and then she was coming, shuddering and shaking and shaking the examination table, managing to clunk the anal speculum against the head of the Hitachi, increasing the stimulation to her ass whether by accident or design.

I hit the override again as she was at the peak of her climax, nudging everything up one full notch. She screamed and the orgasm kicked up a corresponding amount. It was lovely to watch, violent pleasure wracking a beautiful body, the boi's teeth bared in a rictus of ecstasy. I held her there for a respectable sixty seconds and then cut the master switch, turning off power to everything.

Katya was near fainting, limp in the grasp of the restraints. She barely even murmured when I removed the clit clamp and immediately pressed the warm gelatinous mass of the modelling compound around her swollen and engorged sex. Similar to what a dentist used when taking impressions of someone's teeth, the warm goo would set, making a precise negative of Katya's distended and engorged sexual organs. There would be holes in the impression to accommodate a variety of toys and instruments to match or exceed the dilation of the boi's holes as they were currently distended by each speculum. The handle of the urethral sound pierced the rapidly setting gel. The impression would set firm, enabling me to make custom silicone fittings, including an endless array of contact and stimulation points for Katya's clitoris.

"There is some tale floating about that Queen Victoria was once diagnosed as suffering from an insufficient titillation of the clitoris. This is not a fate you will share. You may be a boi and in need of having your holes filled regularly, but you also have a clitoris. Rest assured that your clitoris will never be understimulated. It is, of course, the key to a woman's sexual response and it will receive a great deal of attention. Remember, the first thing we're working on is conditioning you to orgasm in sets of five, consisting of five repetitions each."

I was pleased with her, and told her so. I watched as the staff assisted her in bathing and then gave her a carefully professional sports massage, like any elite athlete would receive at the end of the day's training.

Katya was more than ready for bed, but I told her to take the first position of the day once more. She leaned over the bed, resting on her folded arms, legs spread wide and hips tilted to offer me the greatest possible access.

"I'm very pleased with your performance, Katya. You did very well for your first day of training. I'm going to make sure both your holes are open and slick and ready for use and then you may rest for the evening. I won't let you come again tonight, but you must always be wet and slick and aroused and ready for penetration."

The oil was laced with fresh ginger juice and cinnamon oil, but diluted until it created a delicious heat almost at the point of pain without tipping over. I massaged her clit and her inner labia thoroughly, anointing it will the stimulating oil. Her asshole was soft and relaxed after the day's stretching and stimulation. It was easy to work a second finger in that hungry hole. "Clamp down now, dear," I instructed her. "You must be prepared to open up and also to tighten that pretty ass around my finger or my toys or even a cock. It might be a silicone cock or metal or even flesh and blood. I don't want to fuck a sloppy ass. Clamp down on my finger."

Katya moaned and obeyed, overstretched and exhausted muscles trembling as she tightened down around my fingers. "Good girl," I praised her, so very close to the magic words. "We'll be training your sphincters and your PC muscle with both a stretching program as well as isometric exercises."

The suspension cuffs fastened around her wrists kept her from reaching her sex in the night, although she could hump the mattress and squeeze her legs together. "Someday I'll insert a buttplug carved from fresh ginger in your ass," I promised her. "But for right now, I just want you wet and horny and ready for further play."

I bade her get some rest, as the next day would be a stressful one. "Sweet dreams, my pet. Tomorrow we'll see if we can properly condition you. I want to see if we can make you come twenty five times tomorrow.

Katya whimpered but dutifully closed her eyes, legs moving restlessly as the ginger and cinnamon heated her clit, cunt and ass.

I smiled indulgently and covered her with a warm blanket. I was very pleased with my pet's first full day of training, full of anticipation for the days and weeks and months ahead. My new fuck toy was every bit as entertaining as I had hoped she might be.

I locked my pet securely in the play house, her wrists restrained in the suspension cuffs fastened to the headboard. The wrist restraints were on long chains, letting her curl up in fetal position if she chose, but without giving her enough freedom to reach her clit or sex.

The panic button was securely fastened within easy reach, and the security staff was monitoring her on closed circuit television. They would notify me immediately if she seemed in any distress.

Seeing her lying there made me contemplate the joys of sensory deprivation paired with double penetration and electrical play. But that would be an entertainment for another day. My pet was tired, and so was I.

I retired to the main house and my own pleasures with my lover, my mind reeling with thoughts of future delights as I trained Katya.