Whorish American Women-Part One - Sex Stories

Whorish American Women-Part One

... clear space in the center. The floor was cold concrete, making her think of kennels and dog training. She smiled to herself, imagining how perfect this place would be for training her doggie. Once the room was clear, Aisha began to set up the equipment. She placed a heavy cage in one corner, with a thin mattress on the floor for sleeping. Nearby was a set of restraints, with padded cuffs and a long chain for tethering. Various whips and paddles were hung on the wall, along with a St. Andrew's cross for more intense sessions. When everything was in place, Aisha stepped back to survey her handiwork. The room looked ready for a training facility, and she couldn't wait to get started with her pet. She heard Brenda coming into the room and turned to see her standing in the doorway, eyes wide at the sight of the equipment. Aisha strode over and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her into the room. "Isn't it wonderful, pet?" she purred, running a hand along the surface of the cage. "This will be your new home." Brenda whimpered in fear, taking a step back from Aisha's touch. "Please, just let me go," she begged. "I won't tell anyone about this place, I promise." Aisha laughed, the sound cold and cruel. "You're mine now, pet," she said. "And it's time you learned your place." She grabbed Brenda's wrist and pulled her towards the cage. "Get in," she commanded. Brenda hesitated, fearful of what was to come. But the devices attached to her body gave her no means of escape. She stepped ...

... into the cage, trembling as the door closed behind her. Aisha smiled, locking the cage door. "Good girl," she purred. "Now we can begin your training in earnest.

Aisha picked up a padded collar and attached leash from the table where she had earlier laid out all her training supplies. "Alright, doggie, let's get started." Brenda whimpered, her heart pounding with fear and anticipation. She knew what was coming next, and it filled her with a mix of dread and excitement. Aisha fastened the collar around Brenda's neck, tightening it just enough to secure it without causing discomfort. Then she clipped the leash to the ring on the back of the collar. "Now, pet, I want you to walk around the room a few times. Just like a good little doggie." Brenda took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She knew that every step she took would bring her closer to her new reality, one where she would be treated like an animal and trained to obey her Mistress' every whim. With her head bowed low in submission, Brenda began to walk around the room, the leash taut as Aisha followed behind. Each step she took felt like a small death, her dignity and pride stripped away bit by bit until all that was left was the shell of a broken woman.

Aisha watched her pet move around the room, her eyes scanning for any signs of defiance or rebellion. But Brenda's movements were slow and obedient, her body language screaming submission and fear. As Brenda completed her circuit of the room, Aisha praised her. ...