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  TRAINING LAURA

  Dee Voyse

  Publisher Information

  Training Laura

  published in 2014 by House of Erotica

  an imprint of Andrews UK Limited

  www.houseoferoticabooks.com

  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

  The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

  Copyright © Dee Voyse 2014

  The right of Dee Voyse to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  Training Laura

  Chapter 1

  Laura woke up on the floor as she did every morning. She had been given a small, plush bed on which to sleep and a warm blanket. There was carpet underneath the bed anyways, should she shift around in her sleep. The bed was deep red in color and resembled a pet bed, though it had been made to her custom specifications. Well, to the specifications of her owners, that is.

  She was a live-in slave to Martin and Dianne, an older married couple whom she’d met years ago at a masquerade party. Dianne was a slender blonde with rosy cheeks and a devious mind. Her husband Martin was just as perverted if not more. He had raven black hair and stood tall, towering over most anyone who approached him, but had a very relaxed and approachable demeanor. That is, until he let his playful side out. He was a gleeful sadist who enjoyed the screams of young women as he’d thwack and beat them with a variety of implements, some of which he made himself. He took pride in his hand crafted leather floggers and rattan canes and received immense pleasure from performing what he liked to call “field testing” on his submissive play friends, his slave Laura especially.

  Laura curled up in her blanket and looked out the window to see the sun beginning to peak through the blinds of Martin and Dianne’s room. She was honored to sleep by the foot of their bed each night and serve them every day. This weekend, she was to take part in what Martin had termed, “slut training” and she was over the moon with anticipation. She had been serving them for over a year after having been friends with them for a good while first. In fact, it was she who had proposed the idea of long-term servitude to the couple and, after a long period of consideration, she had finally earned her collar and begun her time in service to the pair.

  It was a beautiful Saturday morning and Laura wanted nothing more than to lie in her bed and watch the world go by; however, today was to be an important day in her time of service to Martin and Dianne. She would do anything to please them and she knew deep down inside that they always had her best interest at heart. She knew that she had done a good job as a slave up until that point, but she knew that her slut side definitely needed some work. A proud bisexual, she was always willing and ready to pleasure either one of her owners and allow them to use her body in any way they saw fit. Over the last month, though, she had felt that she was being used to her full potential and brought up the topic to Martin and Dianne over dinner one night. They both agreed that they wanted to see her unleash her wild, sexual side more often and - to Laura’s delight - in public as well. They enjoyed bringing her to play parties and showing her off for all to see, but there was one thing that Laura had not yet done: she had not yet been fucked in public. She had been strung up naked and made to scream, sweat, and pant in front of a crowd but it only ever went as far as a good impact play scene. She wanted to be made to cum in front of strangers and to show off her skills at sucking cock and eating pussy. She had been promised by Martin and Dianne that if her training went well that weekend, she would be rewarded by being brought to their local dungeon the following weekend and fucked by the both of them in front of everyone in the room. She was thrilled at the prospect and vowed to the both of them that she would be the best slut they’d ever seen.

  Laura climbed out of her blankets and walked over to examine herself in the mirror atop a chest of dresser drawers while Martin and Dianne remained asleep. She tiptoed over to the vanity as not to wake them and looked at her reflection, studying everything about herself that both she and her owners loved. She stood naked and admired the dancer’s body that she’d worked tirelessly to sculpt for herself. She fingered the small “O” ring in the center of her thin metal collar - the key to which only Martin and Dianne held - and shook her curly auburn hair out of her face, blowing an errant strand from her eyes.

  “Good morning, pet,” she heard from behind her.

  It was Martin, roused from his slumber by the creaking of the floor below his slave, despite her best tiptoeing efforts.

  “Good morning, Sir,” she replied with a small bow.

  “Are you ready for us to train you to be our little slut today?” asked Dianne, through a yawn.

  “Yes ma’am,” Laura said, bowing her head in reverence.

  “Well, time spent standing there and gawking at yourself in the mirror is time you could be spending getting breakfast ready. Wouldn’t you agree?” Martin asked playfully.

  Chapter 2

  Laura hustled down stairs, still barefoot and naked - as she was allowed neither shoes nor clothes when at home save for extenuating circumstances - and listened to the jingle of her collar as she took each step down. She hurried to the kitchen, flipped on the lights, and began opening cabinets and grabbing items from the fridge. Her penchant for gourmet cookery came second only to her skills as a slut and she continuously strived to improve upon both very helpful and special skills every day that she spent in Dianne and Martin’s home as their slave. She worked her fingers to the bone, nearly slicing off a fingertip in an effort to more efficiently chop the extra ripe banana with which she was planning to adorn the heaping stack of pancakes she’d cooked up. Along with the pancakes, there was crispy, thick-cut applewood smoked bacon and a bowlful of scrambled eggs that she knew would please her master and mistress very much. They came downstairs to the fragrant scent of a heartfelt and sincerely prepared breakfast wearing casual clothing and smiling as their slave knelt in front of the dining room table palms on her knees, facing up, and smiling back at them.

  “Sir and ma’am, breakfast is served,” she said proudly.

  “Very good, girl,” said Dianne, “And what have you prepared for yourself?”

  Laura gestured to the bowl in the corner of the room, which sat on a small mat and contained a slightly lesser version of the breakfast she’d so painstakingly taken care to make.

  “Peanut butter oatmeal with sliced bananas, ma’am,” she said.

  Martin and Dianne sat down at the table and dug in to their delicious meal.

  Through a mouthful of crunched up bacon, Martin murmured, “You may now go eat,” to Laura who diligently crawled over to her bowl and slowly consumed the sweet mush she had prepared for herself. The three ate and Martin and Dianne made small talk while Laura listened intently and tried to keep her face as clean as possible while she ate, a task made difficult by the additional restriction of the use of utensils that had been placed on her as part of her contract of servitude.

  “So tell me, girl: what are you most looking forward to about our weekend?” asked Martin with a raised eyebrow.

  Laura looked up from her bowl and wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand.

  “The opportunity to improve my service to you and ma’am, Sir,” she replied
.

  “Very good girl,” said Dianne, “Now that our meal is finished, you are to clean the dishes and then meet us in the living room. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” said Laura, rising up from her place in the corner and proceeding to clear the table and make her way into the kitchen to tame the mess she’d created in her breakfast frenzy.

  The couple adjourned to the living room and plopped down on the couch, flipping on the television for a brief bout of entertainment while they waited for their pet to finish with her duties in the kitchen. They were both immensely proud of her and were eagerly looking forward to using her like the slut they knew she wanted to be. The sheer thought of the training yet to be had was enough to cause Martin’s cock to twitch and Dianne’s pussy to get wet. It was made all the better knowing that their submissive - who was currently in the kitchen scrubbing plates and popping tiny bubbles that floated up in the air around her - was just as excited. There was no denying her arousal as she imagined being used in front of a crowd like the whore that she was while she happily cleaned up the dishes. She finished drying and replacing all the utensils in their rightful places and walked out to the living room to see her owners sitting on the couch and relaxing in front of the glowing warmth of the television. She immediately got on her knees and crawled over to their feet, kissing the floor beneath them and the tops of both of their shoes. She assumed the position that she’d taken earlier at the breakfast table and looked up at her Sir and Ma’am, awaiting further instructions.

  “Are you ready to begin, slut?” asked Dianne.

  “Yes, ma’am,” she replied, thinking to herself: ‘I was born ready.’

  Chapter 3

  “On all fours. NOW,” said Martin, not wanting to waste any time in getting down to business.

  She assumed the position and looked up at him. He had flipped the television off and was now standing tall and looking down at her with a seriously evil grin on his face. Dianne remained on the couch, smiling at her husband’s command over their pet.

  “Turn around,” he said and she did.

  Dianne sighed and put her feet up on Laura’s back, resting them gently so as not to harm her in any way. Laura relaxed at the feeling and closed her eyes, savoring the moment. It wasn’t just to be all about slut training that day, but about objectification too. She remained as still as possible and Martin bent down, giving her a soft pat on the head.

  “That’s a good girl,” he said, slipping two fingers into her mouth and pushing them slowly in and out of her already drooling hole.

  She licked and sucked at them eagerly, wishing for something more substantial - like Martin’s delicious cock - but also thankful for the attention nonetheless. She could tell that this act alone was getting him aroused and could not wait to suck him off until she drained every last drop of cum from him. He removed his fingers from her mouth and wiped the saliva on her cheek. She smiled and dropped her head down, still trying to maintain her position under Dianne’s comfortable feet.

  “How does it feel to be my footrest, girl?” asked Dianne.

  “Wonderful, ma’am,” Laura replied, genuinely meaning it.

  “Excellent,” said Martin, patting her head once again.

  “I think,” he said, looking over at his wife, “that perhaps we might find a better use for her today than to simply lie there and be our piece of furniture. Don’t you agree, love?”

  “I do,” said Dianne, removing her feet from Laura’s back.

  Laura lifted her head and waited patiently to find out what her next task was.

  “I’ll be right back, darlings,” said Martin, running upstairs to fetch his play kit from the bedroom along with Laura’s bed and blanket.

  While Dianne was, of course, privy to their plan for the day, Laura remained in the dark. She listened to the sounds of rustling coming from upstairs and her mind raced to try and figure out what he could possibly be doing up there. She breathed a sigh of relief inwardly when Martin returned carrying a mid-sized box with two latches on it and the bed and blanket that Laura slept in. He put the box down in the corner of the room and gently lay the bed down next to Laura. He placed the blanket on top of it and snapped his fingers, indicating that she was to lie down. She crawled into the bed and lay on her back, legs spread as wide as possible and arms folded behind her head. It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, but it was something she’d gotten used to doing over time.

  “Now, you’re going to entertain us,” said Martin, sitting back down next to Dianne.

  “But you can’t cum,” warned Dianne.

  Chapter 4

  Laura looked up at them and smiled, reaching her hand between her legs and feeling the wetness that had been ever present since she awoke that morning. She flicked at her clit and rubbed herself slowly. The sight was one worth drooling over and Dianne and Martin were incredibly pleased.

  “I think you need a little more motivation, girl,” said Martin, getting up and walking over to his toy chest. He grabbed a purple dildo from out of the box. It was one of Laura’s favorites. She had even gone so far as to give it the playful nickname of “Barney” but would never tell if it was after the famous purple dinosaur or her favorite character on a popular sitcom. Either way, she always knew she was in for a treat whenever she was allowed to impale herself on the remarkable phallus. It filled her up in ways unimaginable and she loved to get fucked by it. Sometimes, as a reward for a well-taken impact play session, Martin would pull it out and fuck her with it until she squirted all over the place. Of course, not being allowed to use it for orgasm would be the tricky part for Laura. She hated playing the orgasm denial game but was aware that for proper slut training, she would have to quickly learn to put the pleasure of her owners foremost to her own.

  He handed her the dildo and she set to work, having no need for lube as she was already nice and wet by that point. As a little tease, he dipped one finger inside of her and gathered some of her juices on his finger. He held it up to her lips and she darted her tongue out to meet it only to have him snatch it away at the last second and savor the taste for himself. He sat down next to Dianne and held her hand while they watched their slave slip her toy in slowly, taking great care to enjoy it inch by inch until it finally disappeared all the way up insider her. She fucked herself at an almost painfully sluggish pace and the pair on the couch ate up the scene.

  “Tell me what you are, pet,” said Dianne as Laura proceeded to fuck herself more vigorously with the dildo in one hand and flick her clit with her other.

  “I’m-I’m...” Laura trailed off, feeling herself getting dangerously close to the edge.

  Dianne bent down from the couch, reached out, and slapped Laura’s cheek hard.

  “I said tell me what you are!” she barked.

  The slap stung unbelievably, but it was only adding to Laura’s arousal as she continued to fuck herself in earnest. She shut her eyes tight and tried to think of the perfect answer that would please her owners.

  She moaned and responded, “I’m your slut. I’m your little whore. Yours to play with however you like. I am here - mmmm - to please the two of you only.”

  “Very, very nice,” said Martin, reaching down and stroking the red spot on her cheek, “But I’d say you’ve had just about enough of ‘Barney’ for now.”

  She groaned as he pulled the dildo out of her and wagged it in front of her face. She sat up and smelled the scent of her pussy all over it and wanted more than anything to taste herself right then and there. Martin knew this and decided to torture his slave that much more by disallowing it. He walked to the downstairs bathroom and place the dirtied dildo on the countertop, making a mental note to have Laura clean up all of her toys once they were done playing with her.

  While Martin was away, Dianne decided to tease the frustrated Laura even more. She was amused, watching her slave
who was so turned on that she was nearly visibly vibrating.

  “Lie back down,” she said and Laura did so.

  Dianne slid off the couch and leaned in between Laura’s legs, giving her pussy a long and sensual lick. Laura couldn’t help but moan and writhe at the touch of her mistress. She shut her eyes and tried to take it all in, but, just as soon as it began so too did it end. She heard the thump of Martin’s heavy walk coming up behind her and Dianne arose from her place on the floor shooting Martin a wink.

  “So, girl, enjoying a little lick there?” he asked Laura.

  She nodded shyly, feeling as if she’d just gotten caught doing something wrong.

  Martin smiled and said, “Well, then...I must insist that you reciprocate.”

  Chapter 5

  Laura immediately got up on her knees and crawled up to Dianne, who had scooted herself to the edge of the couch and spread her legs. Laura could see clear underneath Dianne’s short skirt at the wet spot that was forming in her pink lace panties. As much as she liked being naked in the house, she was jealous of the beautiful and sexy pairs of underwear that her mistress got to wear. More than that, however, she had an aching hunger to taste the succulent pussy that was just barely covered by the thin piece of pale pink lace.

  “Next up, my dear, you will learn about pussy worship,” said Martin.

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied with a smile, leaning in and reaching up underneath Dianne’s skirt.

  Martin responded to this by getting behind her and grabbing a fist full of her hair and pulling her head back.

  “You have no control in this situation. Is that understood?” he whispered in her ear.

  “Y-yes, Sir,” she said, unaware that she had done anything wrong.

  “Now lie down so your mistress can straddle that pretty little face of yours,” said Martin.