Standard Squib redux: 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 reluctant (including 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 at the start of this tale, 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.
I am the feedback whore from hell. If you like my tale, please write to me and let me know. Don't bother lecturing me about my sins. I already know that I'm a pervert. I rather like that about me. If, on the other hand, you're a kinky female (over 21) willing to endure a little training of your own, I'd love to hear from you.
Email me at: dr_country_mouse_top@yahoo.com.au
Katya's Training: Chapter Four
copyright 2006 by dr_country_mouse_top
Story codes: F/g, F^g, M/g, teen2, BD, anal, reluc, spank, sm
Nifty category: Lesbian/authoritarian
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My boi was home, after almost eleven long weeks away at school in Sydney. Katya arrived mid afternoon, flying in on the little puddle jumper that serviced our small community twice a week.
It was only a few hours more before we were safely home and walking in the door to the playhouse. The minute the door closed, Katya was stripping out of her clothes and kneeling at my feet.
"Daddy, I missed you," she moaned against my thigh as I gently stroked her hair. "I know school is necessary, and I'm learning a lot, although very little of it is in my classes. But ten and a half weeks is a long time."
Her hair was shorter, trimmed at some new place she found near the campus. "Part of being a good daddy is expecting you to be able to stand on your own two feet," I said quietly. "A boi needs a chance to spread her wings and grow up without daddy watching every move."
Katya snorted and leaned against my leg like an affectionate puppy. "Daddy, I want to be useful and autonomous and capable and all those good things that you want for me too. But may I tell you that I rather like it when you watch my every move?"
I choked on my tea, laughing. Katya looked pleased with herself and snuggled closer. "Brat," I said indulgently. "I took a look at both your programs. The Christmas program is pretty ambitious."
Katya turned to face me, hazel eyes steady and earnest. "Everyone seems to think that kink is all about getting off, and it is, but daddy, getting off isn't the issue for me. Orgasm is only part of it. Maybe it's because I can and do come so hard and so often, but being a boi is about more than the sex."
"Oh, you are a clever boi," I praised her. She was warm and aroused and horny, but not desperate. We had carefully crafted a containment system for the voracious lust and need that was the result of her conditioning. Katya was capable of tuning down her entire system to something that approached normal, which was necessary and a basic safety precaution. We'd both had visions of her stumbling over the local dog club, with everyone chirping `good boy!' to their puppies, and sending Katya over the edge.
Sighing, Katya snuggled shamelessly. "Daddy, will you play with me now?" Those hazel eyes were full of self-knowledge and rueful amusement. "I know you want me to feel loved and special, and I do. So can we just say I know that you care and relax?"
I snickered. "You're just horny."
"Well, yes, I am, as a matter of fact," Katya said with a wicked grin. "I'm leaving puddles on the floor and I haven't even switched on yet."
Oh, yum. Boi juice everywhere. "Let me see."
There were suddenly feet above my head, as Katya folded herself in half in that way she had, toes pointed and legs straight and graceful, despite the awkward position. Of course, the position also exposed both her lovely holes. Katya's inner labia were slick, her virgin cunt soft and hungry looking, although not yet truly aroused.
Katya's puddle remark was definitely an exaggeration, at least at the moment. "Be good and relax," I told her with a smile. She beamed at me, utterly delighted. Then her eyes rolled back in her head as the first delicious wave of conditioned arousal swept over her.
She melted down against the floor, knees bending as she drew them back to her chest, thighs parting to expose those pretty holes as much as possible. There was knowledge and awareness in those green and gold eyes even through the haze of lust as she opened her eyes to purr. "Oh, thank you, daddy. I've missed you so much. I needed the other night so bad. I'm going to be sooooo good for you," she promised happily.
"Yes, you will," I agreed. "I'm going to make you work for it, boi," I told her. "You mustn't come until I give you permission. Now go put yourself over the spanking horse. I'm going to paddle that pretty bottom of yours to warm you up."
My boi was gorgeous, whimpering and moaning and squirming as I turned her tail a proper shade of pink. Her thighs were slicked with her arousal, fluid hanging from her eager cunt in clear, glossy strings. "Be very still," I warned her. "I'm going to play with daddy's favourite hole and I don't want you coming until I tell you to."
Katya wailed and trembled as I circled her anus with a gloved finger, gently stroking lube over her eager hole. Just as I had instructed her to do during her reward while back in her little flat near the campus in Sydney, I used one finger to start opening her up, avoiding the use of her conditioning.
"Clamp down," I chided her, easing that single finger in and out of her rippling heat. "Nobody wants to play with a sloppy hole." Katya moaned, and clenched down hard on my finger.
I teased her and tormented her for most of the night. She was beautiful, obedient and desperate and hungry. Katya begged prettily for permission to come, but I continued to deny her. I alternated pleasure and pain, playing with her hungry ass and then spanking and paddling her butt and thighs.
"Are you sure you want to deny yourself so long during Christmas?" I taunted her. "It's only been a few hours and just listen to you whimpering!"
"Please, daddy. Please let me come. I'll be so good for you. I'll come so hard. Please daddy," she sobbed.
"Not yet, boi. All this desperation and I haven't even started working that neglected clitoris of yours. Do you have any idea how much fun I'm going to have making up for lost time?"
Katya moaned and writhed and pleaded, promising me heaven and earth if I would only let her come. "I told you the other night that you were overdue for a thorough whipping. Are you going to be good and come hard when daddy fills your hole and whips your clit?"
Katya shuddered and moaned as I eased in the vibrating butt plug. It was just an inexpensive battery operated plug, just like millions of butt plugs sold all over the world every day, but my boi was so well trained and so desperate that we had quite the adventure getting it inside her without triggering an orgasm.
The leather strap made such delicious, wet juicy sounds when I flicked it between her legs as she knelt trembling on her hands and knees. "Daddy!" she wailed.
"Ten strokes and then I'll turn on the butt plug," I promised her. "As soon as the plug starts vibrating, you can come as many times as you like."
She looked spectacular, sweating and crying and trembling, almost screaming as I whipped her clit for the promised ten strokes. Oh, the whipping wasn't harsh, no worse than I would give someone with no special training. Katya's wild cries were of desperation. She wanted to come. Hell, she needed to come.
Four and a half hours after she had arrived home, I finally flicked the little switch on the butt plug's battery pack. "Good boi."
Katya came with stunning violence, her entire body caught by the spasms that rippled through her. "That's my good boi," I praised her warmly. "Daddy's so very proud of you. You're a good boi. You can play with yourself now, dear, until you're completely satisfied."
I did indeed watch her every move as she brought herself to several blistering orgasms, the fingers of her left hand playing with the plug in that hungry little asshole while those of her right hand flew on her clitoris. After all the long months without direct stimulation, the sensation was devastating. Katya came hard, again and again, with delicious noises and a veritable flood of boi juice.
When Katya finally collapsed into a sweaty, trembling, come and lube soaked heap, I helped her on to the examination table, tenderly strapping her down. "I hope you've been thinking about ways to provide a more appropriate level of stimulation for your clitoris while you're at school, boi. In the meantime, I promised you some serious time with the suction machine.
Katya whimpered as I fitted the suction cup, using her fluids to ensure a good seal all around the clitoral shaft. She was gloriously sensitive after the whipping and the hours of pleasuring, the suction triggering an almost immediate climax. Katya shuddered and shook her way through an hour of a most entertaining example of the bunny fuck, thigh and stomach muscles trembling and jerking convulsively as she came and came and came.
"That's my good boi," I crooned to her, stroking her hair. "Can you feel that pretty clit swelling up? Daddy will take good care of that clit and your pretty hole. Be a good boi and come for me."
I replaced the butt plug in her ass for a larger and more powerful model. The vibration in her well trained hole guaranteed that the clitoral suction tube would trigger cascade multiples. It was quite delightful watching her writhing in pleasure, her entire body straining against her bonds.
It would be almost morning before she finally wore herself out. I removed the suction tube, admiring her hugely swollen clitoris, dark red and engorged once more. "Oh, that looks much better. I do hope you've managed to devise a solution for the challenge I set you." I slid a lube slicked finger over the tender bundle of nerves. "Insufficient titillation of the clitoris is a terrible thing."
Katya could only moan, her body pushed beyond its limits. "No more orgasms for you until I give you permission to come again," I told her fondly. I ruffled her hair indulgently, kissed her forehead and left her to rest.
I let Katya sleep until she woke up naturally. Self disciplined as always, she immediately rolled her stiff body into the tank and swam until her muscles loosened up. As she warmed up and her metabolism picked up, other systems came on line as well. Katya exited the pool and went to empty her bladder and bowels. It was a marked contrast to how her day was structured at school.
Rather than the rigidly conditioned twenty five repetitions of dilation and contraction and orgasm that Katya usually began her day with, she moved more easily than she had immediately upon waking as she padded dripping wet and naked towards the toilet block.
She emptied her bladder and bowel, a process that she had been carefully trained to find highly arousing. Forbidden to orgasm as she usually did while using the bidet, it was a delicious torment to go through the usual morning ablutions. Boi juice was slicking her thighs even as she dried off after her shower.
Katya wore a thick terry cloth robe and a broad smile when she joined me for breakfast. "Daddy, I'm so horny I'm losing my mind here. You're a wicked, wicked woman and I love you madly." She perched herself on the table in front of me, opening the robe and spreading her thighs in eager invitation. "Play with me, Daddy," Katya purred throatily. "I want to come so bad."
I lolled in my chair, grinning at her over the top of my mug of tea. "You're an eager boi this morning."
Katya reached between her legs and carefully pulled her outer lips apart to better expose her swollen clitoris. "What do you think, Daddy?"
It was still a deep purple rose, the extended suction distending the entire shaft and hood. It looked remarkably similar to one of Katya's nipples now, although the shape was more like a fat thumb under the intricate folds of the clitoral hood. The colour was that same blackberry rose, almost like a hickey, the erotic bruising left by extended sucking.
"Much better," I confirmed. It was moist and meaty and swollen with healthy arousal, the shaft distended beyond the protection of Katya's pretty camel toe. I smirked at her and handed her a banana. "Have some fruit and go do your exercises. No orgasms for you yet."
Katya whined in protest, amusing me no end, but she dutifully ate her banana and began her workout. Had it not been for the towel she threw on the various pieces of equipment, she would have left puddles of boi juice everywhere she went.
I'm afraid I didn't help matters. I have always enjoyed watching my boi sweating and straining as she was draped over various bits of equipment. I was just more overt in my appreciation than usual. I stopped her part way through her routine and slipped a butt plug in her well trained ass.
The stimulation and penetration was almost enough to push her over the edge into orgasm. She squirmed delightfully when I pinched and teased that deliciously meaty clitoris. "You know, there's another hole that daddy can train," I reminded her playfully. "We haven't played with urethral insertions, catheters or sounds yet."
Katya's hips jerked once and she moaned helplessly. "Oh, fuck, daddy," she whined. "Talking about training any of my holes gets me all hot and bothered. Are you going to fuck my little hole and teach me to love it?"
I chuckled. "If you're a very good boi, I'll even use electrical stimulation."
Katya purred. "You're the best daddy in the whole world. I'm so lucky. Can I come now?"
"No, you can't come now," I laughed. "Cheeky brat! Maybe we need another session with the suction machine to refocus your energies into something a little more appropriate."
"Oh, yes, please, daddy!" Katya enthused happily.
I laughed and slapped playfully at her pussy. "Silly boi. Be good and spread yourself wide for me. I want to spank your clitoris."
Moaning, Katya spread those gymnast's legs, exposing as much of her sex as possible. I didn't spank her hard. I used short rapid strokes, snapping my wrist to put as much sting as possible into it. It didn't take long for her cunt to start oozing, boi juice welling up, the sound of the spanking growing wet and juicy.
I stopped before she could come, leaving her panting and sweating and shaking, boi juice soaking the towel, glistening on her thighs and shining on my fingers. I wiped my wet hand off on her face. "I'm so glad you're home, boi. It's good that you're so eager for a proper fuck." Katya shuddered as my words triggered another wave of arousal.
"Maybe I should hook you up with one of the fucking machines," I teased. "It's been a long time since you've had anything more than your conditioning exercises. I think we need to spend some time filling those holes of yours."
"Oh, daddy," Katya whimpered. "Please fuck me. I'll be so very good. I promise I'll be good for you. Fuck me, please."
"Don't you even think of coming until I give you permission," I scolded her. "And if we're letting you use one of the machines, you know you need to clean yourself out. Just think ^Ö if we get rid of your hymen at Christmas, we can hook you up for double penetrations. And you know you'll be training to ejaculate. A boi needs to be able to squirt. Get ready to get up close and personal with your g spot, boi."
Katya laughed, delighted. "Daddy, you're such a pervert. I love you to death."
I smirked and pinched her nipples hard, making her yelp in surprise and then laugh. "Go on, boi," I prompted her indulgently. "Be good and clean yourself out. I want to play with daddy's favourite hole. Go make sure you're all sweet and clean and ready for me."
Fluid gushed visibly from Katya's virgin cunt as she moaned imploringly, her head rolling back as her hips rolled up in reflexive offering of that sweet hole. Chuckling, I gave her a little pat on the butt and left her to it.
School might be a necessary part of a boi's education, but I was glad to have my boi home for at least the school holidays, even if it really wasn't long enough. I would celebrate each day I had with my boi home from school, and I could personally oversee Katya's continued training.