[daredaredare]

here is the next part, it'll probably be a bit short but deal with it.

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John was astounded. "excuse me master?"

"You heard me. any questions?"

John had a billion to ask but knew he could only ask a few. The most important came to mind "What about my ban on fucking others without your permission?"

"Oh, that still stands. But you have my permission to make her do whatever you want and to do with her whatever you want. A good slave needs to love sex from their master, she can't be taught that if she can't fuck the trainer."

Marie obviously thought this out. John asked the next question.

"Until what time will I have to train her?"

"You have until 11 tonight, I'll be home then and I expect a perfectly trained slave."

"How did you get this girl?"

"that is none of your business. All you need to know is that she is very aware that she is a slave. There is nothing binding her to being a slave though, thats your job."

John knew what that meant.

"what if its hard to train her? What if she refuses to listen?"

"Any good master knows what to do about that, you stupid little slut."

And with that, Marie walked away and out the door.


John looked over the sleeping slave. He wondered her name was annoyed that he didn't ask it. He saw the way her body bent, and how comfortable she looked asleep. Everything about her simply screamed sex. This would be a very fun day, he could get all his frustration out in a way other than masturbation.

John felt around under the bed, and pulled out a bag. In it were four handcuffs, a whip, the digital camera he got so used to staring at the lens of, a few sets of lingerie, a glass dildo, a vibrator, and few other assorted items. John knew that the money marie made off of him paid for every sex item here, and still left her with a huge profit. Was she going to sell this girl off too? Will John build a relationship with her too? John thought of what happened with Jamie. He got so attached with her in a day. Was Marie planning on tearing them apart and not allowing them to fuck as soon as this day was up?

His master was cruel, this would surely show just how cruel she is.

John went up to the sleeping girl. He shook her awake. When she opened her eyes, for a moment she seemed confused. She felt her naked body and saw a guy that she had never seen before in her life. She felt this strange guy take her arms, and put them together, then put them in handcuffs, in one swift movement. Memories flooded back. she was a slave now. Was this guy her new master? She decided it would be best to go with the flow.

"Good morning slut." John said to her. This felt incredible, being able to treat someone the way he was treated for over a month now.

"Good morning." even her voice screamed sex to John.

"Hope you slept well, do you know why you are here?"

"Yes."

"excuse me?"

"Yes, i know?" The girl was confused, what had she done wrong already?

John pulled her hair, which was long and went down to her mid back. She screamed in pain, but John didn't hesitate. She would learn. "LEARN TO ADDRESS ME." John yelled, emulating Marie. "Call me sir, or master when you answer my questions!"

"sorry sir!" She screamed. She knew this wasn't a joke now.

"say it louder."

"SORRY SIR."

"Good, now I only have you for a day before you are given to your real master. Learn how to be a slave today, and there will be no problem for either of us. Give me a problem, and you'll receive terrible punishments. now slave, state your real name so I know who I am controlling."

"Michelle"

John smiled, this was going to be a fun day.

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John gave michelle a few minutes to wake up, leaving the handcuffs on. He left the room with the bag. Then, once he figured she was sufficiently awake, he took out the camera, and turned it on. He walked back into the room and snapped a picture of Michelle.

"What the fuck!?" Michelle yelled. John laughed, she had alot to learn.

John looked at her and said "excuse me?"

"um..." Michelle was lost as to what to say.

"EXCUSE ME?" John didn't give her a chance to say anything, he pushed her down on the bed, and straddled her. Since she was handcuffed, it was easy to take control of her. Taking pictures of her tits, pussy, ass, and face, John hoped she would learn who was in control.

"now, slave, you disobey, and these pictures will be spread. Understood."

"yes master."

John knew this wouldn't be enough. "Now, we are going to have a little photo shoot. Wear what i say and and look hot. Do it right, and you will get rewarded."

John first decided to give her a set of lingerie, all black with plenty of lace. She put it on and started doing poses. John took picture after picture. This girl knew what she was doing. She seemed almost professional at posing, every inch of her body was used in every pose to make her look hotter. John had a boner almost instantly, and was only wearing sweats at his master's order and a t shirt, so it was obvious, but he didn't care.

John gave her a bikini he found at the bottom of the bag next. It was flower print and mostly pink and white, and she wore it as nicely as she wore the lingerie. This girl didn't say a word, just let her body look incredible. As john flashed the pictures he wished the porn on the internet was half as good as this girl. She could be a pornstar and make millions, and John was totally serious when he thought that.

Next, he had her pose naked. She touched herself without his permission, but she would learn not to do that later. Right now it worked. She gave shots of pulling her ass open, and closeups of her touching herself. She knew what she was doing almost too well.

The pictures John gathered were simply incredible. This girl would not want them spread.