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I took her to the Florida Keys for our honeymoon. As far south as I could get and still legally carry my gun, basically. I rented a house on the beach, and alternated kind-and-loving husband with strict-and-sadistic Master.

I’d had all these goals for her, back when I found her and was contemplating how to train her as a slave. One of the thingsI worked on was getting her fear and pain responses all tied up with sex in her mind, so she got horny when terrified, and I’d absolutely managed that one. All I had to do was start taking my belt off, or order her to go stand by a bondage piece, or tell her to bring me the cane, and the room suddenly smelled of the sweet-and-tangy scent of fear and arousal mixing and merging. Shehatesthe cane, and it’s only used for punishments, but it still makes her horny.

I’d specifically wanted someone who choked on cock, and who had to be taught to take one down her throat, but I’d decided, somewhere along the way, not to train the gag reflex completely away. Ilikefeeling her throat convulse around my thick length inside her.

And she’d absolutely been an anal virgin I could hurt and teach. She’s a pro at taking my cock up her ass now, but without any stretching, she still screams and cries enough, it works for me. I keep her tight with the long-term-wear plugs designed to do just that.

And speaking of tight, we’ve worked up to a pound and a half of weights on the end of the vaginal training tool, and she clamps down hard when she orgasms, now, she rarely loses the tool. My dicklovesthe way it feels when she comes.

I’m not sure how we’ll keep up the training once I lock her pussy up. Maybe we’ll see how she does after it’s been locked away for three months, and then I can decide how best to handle future times.

But our honeymoon wasn’t the time for denial. That would come later, onceallher piercings were ready. During this week, I went the other way, so I ordered her to have orgasm after orgasm until she was begging for relief, and then I ordered her to have more.

So, with all her holes available, I kept them all sore and well-used. She knew about my wolf, now, which meant I could go inher ass and get ridiculously fat while she begged and pleaded for a respite that never came. It also meant I could get just as fat in her cunt, which meant I didn’t hit her cervix as badly, and for that, she was grateful. I mean, it stretched her wide enough it hurt, but that’s a good hurt, rather than the bad-hurt of having her cervix pounded.

We spent the first seven days of our ten-day honeymoon in the Keys, and then had a travel day to Virginia, and then time in a fancy schmancy hotel at night, while we spent our days with her family. We were invited to stay in their home, but I felt like she’d need some time away from them, so we told them this was the tail end of our honeymoon and we’d prefer to spend our nights in a hotel.

I spoiled her as much as possible during those ten days, but I also used her hard, and she stayed sore theentiretime.

Chapter 63

Dozer

The labia piercings had been fine after three months, and I’d locked her pussy away for four days once, just to see how she did. There was no tenderness or soreness from the bars going through both holes, so I took them out and left her hole available and free after that, since there was no need to work her up to being able to handle the bars. I wanted to lock everything away all at once, cold turkey, when the time came.

It turned out, all her piercings weren’t healed enough for me to go full-monty on her for five months. However, at the four-month checkup, we all had a strong feeling they only needed another month, so I fucked her pussy every chance I had that month, and reminded her that soon enough, it would be locked up tight, and she’d be anal and oral only for three months, with no orgasms at all.

I didn’t require it, but she started thanking me every time I gave her an orgasm, and I liked the touch she put on it.

And then, before we knew it, it was time to return to the studio for her five-month checkup, and we all pretty much knew this was going to be d-day – short for denial-day, in this case.

She wassobrave when the shield went on, lying on her back with her legs spread while the piercer talked me through getting it just right. I wanted this, and she wants me to be happy, so she was happy that I was happy.

But I could scent her fear and trepidation — along with sky-high arousal, so it all worked out.

However, that night, after I fucked her mouth and then her ass, and got off twice when she didn’t get off a single time, she burst into tears, and I got hard all over again. Rather than fuck her again right away, though, I held her and told her, “I know, little flower. Sometimes it sucks to be the slave.” I fondled her nipples and scented even more arousal coming off of her. “That’s right. Suffer for me. No orgasms for my little flower. Oh, you smellsofrustrated, sweet girl, and I’m hard again. Let me go wash my dick so I can fuck your throat again.”

Rather than continue with gag training every Monday morning before breakfast, it’s all about how long she can go with my cock down her throat before she taps out — or before I scent she’s about to be in trouble from lack of oxygen. She’s allowed to choke and gag and carry on without threat of consequences, but I really enjoy having a reason to go in and hold in a formal-type setting. She’s required to do breath training on her own twice a day, and she’s worked up to a little over three minutes when she does it during her private sessions. It doesn’t completely translate with a cock down her throat, however.

If she can make it two minutes without tapping out, she doesn’t have to wear nipple clamps during the pussy-grip training or the position training. She’s long-since learned all the positions, but she has to go through every single one of them every week, and if she screws up the transitions, she feels the cane and then has to start over from the beginning. Monday mornings we spend from two to four hours training, with formal speech rules in place. It’s a nice reconnect, especially after a wild weekend around my brothers, when she gets to act like a normal ol’lady.

Also, we do this on Monday because she works in the tattoo shop four days a week now, from Tuesday through Friday andthe occasional Saturday, when I’m going to be busy with the club so she may as well help out where she can. So far, she’s mostly handling the cash register and making sure supplies are ordered, but she sits in on a few tattoo sessions per day, and Viper tells me he’s about to turn her loose to draw some of the easy stuff people ask for, and turn it into a stencil. He wasn’t ready to turn her loose actually tattooing people yet, but she was getting there.

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I’d thought I would still be able to orgasm, even with the shield. I mean, I have major orgasms sometimes when Master fucks my throat and isn’t touching me below the waist. Also, he orders me to come a lot when he’s fucking my ass, but I hadn’t realized there was always either friction or pressure to my clit when I came. In the beginning, there was often something in my pussy vibrating away, also.

But now, there was nothing in my pussy, and nothing could touch my clit. The shield was up and away from it, not touching it atall. Without anything touching either place, it was impossible to come.

I’d quickly figured out that the Princess Albertina piercing made sex soooo much better for me with any kind of vaginal penetration, and even when Master was in my throat or ass, and ignoring my pussy, my orgasms were more powerful. I have no idea why, but it woke up an already awake part of my body.

But with my clit locked away sonothingcould touch it, the PA just made me a thousand times hornier with no way to find release.

And so, the more it sank in that I was going to go three whole months without an orgasm, the more horrified I became about it. Ninety days, meaning I had eighty-nine days left, then eighty-eight, and so on. I was counting down the days in my head, and Icouldn’t help my tears when Master finished with me and I was expected to just deal with how fucking horny and frustrated I was.

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