He didn't know just what he was getting into, all he new wasthat Donna was tall, leggy and beautiful. His attraction grewfor her as they began chatting.

"Men today," she told him, "have no respect for the power ofthe female. If I had my way, I'd change that."

"What do you mean?" he asked, "how would you change that?"

Donna began to laugh, a laugh that was something between asign of disbelief and a symbol of superiority.

"Do you really want to know?" she asked.

"Sure," he responded in an excited tone, "tell me more."

Donna explained that she couldn't just tell him, rather, shehad to show him. She explained that demonstration was much morepowerful a tool of persuasion than any argument could ever be. He agreed somewhat reluctantly, and was taken by surprise whenshe told him the conditions under which she would demonstrate tohim her understanding of the sexes.

"There is one rule you must agree to, and once you do therewill be no turning back."

"What is it?" he asked.

"You must do everything I say. No matter what, and you mustbe willing to accept the consequences of failure," she explained.

"Consequences . . . what are you talking about?" he asked.

She remained silent, not uttering a sound and staring off inanother direction, purposefully ignoring his question.

"Come on, tell me more, I need to know what I am gettinginto," he pleaded. His words fell on deaf ears. Donna turned,looked him in the eyes and shook her head as if to say "I shouldhave known as much . . ." She got up and began to walk away fromher seat at the bar.

"Wait!" he called out, "come back, I'll do it!"

She stopped, turned and looked back, "Do what," she askedalmost innocently, "what do you mean?"

He looked at her sheepishly, "anything you say. . .anything."

"O.k.," she retorted, "let's see if you really mean it." She reached into her purse and pulled out a stopwatch and afairly thich piece of molded rubber, shaped like a cock. Shehanded it to him and explained, "you have two minutes and not asecond more to insert this up your ass. Ready. Go!" He staredat her in disbelief, she kept a steady eye on the watch.

"One minute, thirty seconds."

He got up and jogged to the bathroom. He pulled down hispants and boxer shorts and pushed the odd shaped cock up his ass. It hurt as the rubber cock stretched his asshole unlike anythinghe had ever felt. After several tries and much readjustment, thecock was fitted in his ass. The pain was unbearable, but thethought of getting Donna in the sack motivated him.

He emerged from the men's room walking slowly and made hisway back to the stool next to Donna. She clicked the watch off.

"Four minutes and 45 seconds! That is simply unacceptable. Now you will have to make it up to me!"

"Good" he thought, now I get a chance to get inside thosepants. "Well," he said, "I guess we will have to make it up inthe sack." Before he knew it he was on the floor and could feela burning sensation all along the left side of his face.

"You do not speak unless you are spoken too," snarled Donna,"Is that understood?"

"Yes Donna," he replied.

She looked down at him and placing her foot on his groinarea she applied some pressure.

"It is Mistress Donna to you. From now on you will simplybe known as Slave."

He had heard about things like this before, but neverexperienced domination in any form. Much to his surprise, hecould feel his cock growing rock hard in his jeans as Donnaapplied more and more pressure.

Everyone at the bar was staring at the two of them as theycontinued to play out the scene. Donna was smiling. She leanedover and wispered in his ear "follow me out of here. . . on yourhands and knees. Watch only my feet and do not look up."

"Where are we going," he asked.

His question was answered by Donna's foot. She twisted hershoe into his cock and balls and pressed her heel onto the bulgesticking out of the back of his pants shoving the dildo fartehrup his burning asshole.

"What did I tell you about speaking? You are a stubbornone. You will require alot of training. That is o.k. though, Ihave nothing to do the whole weekend. By the way, that cockbetter be down by the time we get to my car. . .or else"

He followed her out of the bar on his hands and knees,keeping pace, even though the pain made him want to stop. Donnastopped at a white Mazda and opened the back door.

"Climb in back and take off your pants," she ordered. Heobeyed.

He took off his jeans exposing his rock hard erection. "I warned you, slave. I will have no disobedience from you! I have been nice so far, but you have pushed me to my limit!"

With that she climbed in the back seat with him. On thefloor was a large canvas sack. Donna reached in and pulled outfour black strips of nylon webbing, each with velcro fasteners,making them completely adjustable.

"Place your arms behind your back and face away from me,"she demanded. He squirmed in position and placed his arms behindhis back.

"Now, try to touch your elbows together," she demanded. "I can't do . . ." His remarks were cut short by asensation of pain that shot through his harded cock. He lookeddown and saw Donna's brightly painted red fingernails digginginto his member. His arms shot back, so that his elbows nearlytouched.

Without commenting Donna worked quickly. First looping astrap around his elbows and pulling it tightly and using the longstrips of velcro to hold it tightly shut. Next his forearms were bound and finally his wrists. By the time Donna was done, hisarms were stretched back uncomfortably and completelyimmobilized. The pain was bearable, especially since the hisswollen asshole was really beginning to bother him. As peoplepassed on the street they noticed the strange goings on in thecar. He felt humiliated and humbled, but the feeling only madehis cock grow harder.

"Every passer-by knows that you are mine, slave. Thatshould make you proud."

He nodded. The pain he felt prohibited him from opening hsmouth, else he might scream.

"Now," she said, "that is so you can not interfere with yourpunishment," she explained, "I told you to make your cock golimp, but it seems you hard directly disobeyed me. Well, I haveways of making naughty slaves obey." With that she pulled out alarge metal ring with a turn screw on the bottom and slipped itover his balls. She began to tighten it at first slowly and morerapidly as the expression on his faced changed.

"Not a sound out of you or else, I will make it much worse,"she instructed. Next, she produced a set of small clamps, eachwith turn screws and began applying them along the underside ofthe length of his cock, twisting each one until it pinched hisskin tightly.

"Well," she said, "that ought to hold you until we get home.I think I'll take the long way, if, of course you approve."

He nodded, and she smiled a cruel smile at him.

"You look so cute like that," she joked, "I love the sightof a helplessly bound man, just wondering what is in store forhim next. Just you wait," she added, "I have all kinds of thingsin store for you. You will leave me Monday a changed man!"

He barely heard a word she said, it took all of hisconcentration just to stop from screaming.

Finally he broke, "Please, please take these things off ofme, please, I beg of you." Donna pulled the car off of the roadand turned around.

"You don't listen very well, do you slave? I said, not aword out of you. Do you know what that means?" He nodded. Theroad was a long stretch of 2 lane highway that ran out to thefarm that she owned.

"Well slave, it seems my punishment didn't make you take meseriously. I'll have to increase it."

"No, please, no," he begged.

"There you go again, its double or nothing, everytime youfuck up, it just gets worse, so be a good slave and I won't haveto punish you so much. It is really quite simple. But for now,you have broken the rules two more times. You need to learndiscipline." She began to tighten the clamps on his cock andballs. His cock which was throbing had truned bright red, andwas still hard as a rock.

"Anyway, look how hard you are slave, you must really likethis!" She continued tightening each clamp until she began tosee tears rolling down his cheeks.

"O.k.," she said, that is for the first time, now for thesecond. Donna reached into the bag again and pulled out a set ofwires leading to a cigarette lighter connection. There were fivewires, four ending in clamps, and the fifth in a 2" long thinmetal tube. She took the four clamps and attached them to hisballs and nipples, then she licked the short thin tube and restedit against the tip of his cock. Without warning she slid it in. She looked at him and explained.

"This little box here runs between the car battery and yourcock, balls and nipples. We are going to play a little game aspunishment." She started up the car and pulled back onto theroad.

"I ask you questions and you tell me the answers. If youare wrong, I push this button and this little box shocks youeither on your balls, nipples or cock. I don't know whereeither. The more you get wrong, the stronger the voltage grows. The more you get right the weaker the shock. You may speak toanswer the questions only. There will be no clarification."Donna kept watching the road, never looking back at him.

"Question number one, I told you at the bar that I spenttime in a foreign country when I was a kid. Were you listening? What country was it?"

"Belgium?"

"Fry you little prick, Brussels." Donna pressed the littlered button and looked in her rear view mirror. She saw her slavestiffen straight up clinch his teeth and then fall back down intothe seat.

"That was an easy one. Let's try again. Question numbertwo: What year was this car built?"

"1987?"

"Very good slave," she remarked, "a quick response, howevera wrong response." She laughed. "Shock number two, ready ornot! It's a 1988." She watched again.

The wire running into his cock this time got the jolt. Hescreamed and twisted and squirmed to try to get free, to noavail. He yanked and jerked to try to get free of the machine. The pain seemed to last forever. Exhausted he collapsed backinto his seat. In the thrashing about, he had bitten his tonguewhich was now bleeding a little.

"Be careful back there for God's sake. Don't hurtyourself." She paused, and chuckled "That's my job," she saidproundly.

"Question number three: What is the capital of New York?"

"New York!" At last a reprieve he thought!

"Nope, you little shit, Albany." Again she laughed, "frybaby!"

This time the shock hit his balls again. It was the lastthing he remembered. When he woke up again, he found himselfcompletely immobilized in a beautiful brass bed. He wascompletely bound from head to toe and he could feel a strangesensation about his legs, and waist and balls. In his mouth wasa tight fitting gag. He tried to look down to understand hispredicament, but was stopped by a thick leather collar that ranfrom his chin to his collarbone. It was made of thick andinflexible leather and held his head completely motionless. Hecould feel his arms were pulled behind his back, but where thestraps had put pressure seemed less painful. The pressure nowran the whole length of his arms all the way from his wrists toabove his elbows. His fingers were bound to the correspondingfingers on the opposite hand, but he could move them just enoughto feel that he was in some sort of glove. He rolled to his sideas best he could and discovered his arms to be bound tightly tohis body. He felt a strange sensation about his waist, almostlike a tight squeezing, but a general all over feeling ofmaterial. His legs seemed to be completely covered in some softmaterial that fit very snuggly. They too were bound. He couldfeel straps about every two inches running the length of hislegs. They also seemed to be tied to something inflexible, as hecould not bend them even to the slightest angle. He was barelyable to move at all other than to shift his weight slightly fromside to side. He could no longer tell if the dildo was still uphis ass, there was a painful sensation, but he was unsure if itwas the result of the day's training or something still there.

Donna came in and pulled the curtains open.

"7:00, slave, time for today's training" she cried out. Donna looked different than when he had met her at the bar. He strained to look at her. She noticed him looking and paradeda bit in front of his helpless eyes.

"I have gagged you to keep you out of trouble. I hope youfind your bondage as pleasureable as I do, slave, for you will bebound until I say otherwise. I have a whole list of differentpositions and training techniques to try out on you."

As she spoke, Donna paraded in his view. Unlike theconservative, down-to-earth look that she had at the bar, nowDonna was dressed to the hilt. She wore boots with spiked heelsmade from black leather that ran clear up to her knees. Underneath were black fishnet stocking that attached to a blackgarter belt. She wore a g-string to hide her delicious treasurefrom her slave's view. Her waist and chest were covered by atight fitting black corset complete with whalebonereinforcements. Her figure look sleek and demanding. She alsowore a pair of black leather gloves that ran the length of herarm. They were tight fitting as well, almost as if they weremolded to her skin. She had changed her make-up as well, goingfrom soft rosey colored cheeks to black masscara outlines aroundher eyes and ruby red lipstick on her pouting lips. She also woreher blush streaked back to create a more sinister look. This wascertainly not the woman he came home with, but it was clear therewas no escape.

She reached down and removed the collar she had put aroundhis neck. He stretched out and looked himself over. As helooked down he hardly recognized himself. His pubic area had beshaven as had his legs. He was dressed in a tight white corset,garters and pink stockings. His toe nails had been painted pinkas well. He loved the feel of the soft ingerie against his skinand began to think, "this isn't so bad."

Donna reached over and untied his legs from the bar runningalong the back of his legs.

"Don't you look pretty," she commented. "Your first levelof training is called pettycoat training. You are going to learnhow to act like, look like and feel like a little girl. Nod ifyou undserstand me."

Immediately he nodded. She pushed him around until his legshung over the edge of the bed.

"The first thing any young lady must do is learn to walk inhigh heels," she explained. She brought in a a pair of pinkshiny shoes with 6" stilleto heels and loosened the straps on thebottom half of his legs.

"Now, get your self up, and be careful not to fall. If yourip your stockings there will be hell to pay! Take little tinysteps and walk over to me." Donna again produced a stopwatch andbegan to time him.

"Five and a half minutes! That is totally unacceptablebehavior, young lady! Let's try to speed it up!" Donna movedacross the room and ordered her slave to come again. This timehe cut it down to four minutes. Donna was still not pleased.

"Little girl, you have a habit of being late, I think youneed a lesson. When little girls are naughty, they get spanked. You deserve a special swatting, since you have been such anaughty little girl." Donna grabbed him and bent him over herknee, she reached down and grabbed a paddle on the floor next toher. It was a wide paddle made of hardwood and covered inleather.

"This is going to hurt you, more than its going to hurt me,"she laughed. "Let's see, you were 2 and half minutes late at thebar and five and a half minutes late here. Let's see that is 7and a half minutes or hmm....450 seconds. I am going to begenerous, since you don't seem to know much better and give you 1spanking for each 10 second. That's forty five in total. Thatoughta blister you ass. Next time though its a swat per second! I am being nice!"

With that she let his ass have it, hitting him with all ofher force 45 times square on the ass. By the end it was red andswollen.

"Nasty little bitch, that oughta hold you."

He looked down and to his amazement, even with his assburning he had managed to maintain a hard on. He looked up atDonna with wide eyes pleading for relief from his painfulerection. She reached down and began softly stoking his massivecock. Just as he was about to come she stopped and took a sparestocking and tied it tightly around his cock and balls.

"That ought to hold you for a while. In fact if you comenow, it will be one of the most painful experiences of yourlife." With that she reached down and gently rubbed his cock,flicking it with her tongue and blowing on to gently. She felthis body spasm and his stomach contract, but to his amazement,nothing came out. Then it hit, a rush of pain. Starting in hiscock and running through his balls and into his stomach. Hismidsection cramped up and he twisted and tried to free his boundcock from its binding. All efforts were futile, he writhed inpain and agony for fifteen minutes until Donna untied his cockand his come dribbled out slowly.

"Well, I see my little slave girl has experiences puberty,"Donna explained. "Well, then as you grow up, there are certainthings you need to learn about. The first is make up. You havesuch a pretty face, so we will use it to highlight you bestfeatures." Donna had taken the liberty of shaving him while hewas passed out and began by instructing him to pucker his lips asbest he could around the gag in his mouth. She applied his makeup carefull and topped it off with a wig.

"Well," she commented, "don't you look pretty. The nextthing you need to know about is jewelry. You will look so prettyin nice jewelry." Donna reached down and began rubbing hischest, eventually pinching and poking his nipples. "There we go,nice and hard," she commented, "little girls wear clip-on rings,but one you hit puberty you really need to get pierced." Withthat she produced 2 large hoop earings and slowly began to pushthe thin wire end through his nipple. She would slowly ease itfarther and farther and as he reacted by twisting she would stopand ask if it bothered him. She would pretend that it didn't andwould continue even more slowly then before. By the time he wasfully pierced in each nipple a half-hour had passed.

The experience had made his once rock hard cock shrink. Taking notice of this Donna tied a string to each nipple ring. The ends of the strings went around behind his back and upthrough his legs and were tied around to the tip of his cock,making the strings taught. If he got hard the pull on his nipplerings would be unbearable.

Donna led him to the bed again and explained that she hadbetter things to do than play with her little slave girl rightnow. She blindfolded him again and retied his ankles as he saton the bed.

"I'll be back in an hour or two" she told him, "then we canget started. He lied motionless, trying not to arouse his limpcock. The sensations in his nipples was unbearable. He waitedfor what seemed like an eternity.

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