The first day of week three, I was kneeling before Master, having just finished washing myself and waxing my legs and underarms. He was talking about what I was to learn this week. My oral and anal skills were great, he’d said. I’d managed to survive two whole weeks without too many punishments. We still hadn’t used any floggers or whips, still in the straps and paddles level of punishments. Master was speaking of how it was time to learn how to pleasure a man with my pussy. About how this training would be much like my anal training; it was going to hurt like hell. I was going to beg, and I was going to lie there and take it. That’s what he said. Truth was, I didn’t need to do much, as throughout the whole ordeal, I was held down by any number of hands.

"You, my little slave, will learn how to behave in public." He had said. I perked. Public? Public as in people? A chance for escape! But meanwhile, he was still talking.

"So, to test your ski...

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