Winning Ways page 12

Well, the diary accounts by Mavis and Nirvana differed little on this one. The concurring view was that my fiancé was dumbstruck. She stood with her mouth open, suddenly aware that her sexual hunger and equally her sexual naivety had led her to be controlled and that nothing since the signing of the contract had happened by accident. Well, actually there was one thing that was not, but that would happen later.

"He...Paul...Mr Stebbings.. he..."

"Oh do shut up slut! Do you really think he would just stick you on a plane and trust you would come here? Do you think he's so stupid he would not ensure his investment was secured? Honey, you have some learning to do. No matter how much that dripping cunt drives you now, you have so much still to learn. Just like that slut daughter of yours who is being whipped into shape as we speak. Oh, and I mean really whipped. I saw the pictures on Skype© this morning. She is such a cum slut and whore, and oh what a beautiful pair of cunt lips she has. Unfortunately, a beautiful mouth does not match them. That particular set of lips spits venom and the foulest of language."

Mavis was positively spitting the words out. She sounded cruel and uncaring and yet, if only Nirvana knew, she was doing this to further my fiancé's submission.

"How delightful!" Dominique exclaimed. "Do you mean to say that both she and her daughter are training to be sluts?"

"Honey, take it from me. From what I have seen of her daughter, Zeta I believe is already well established as such. She was being fucked up the anus and locked into some stocks according to the pictures I saw. I'm sure her mother would love to join her, wouldn't you?"

"No!" blurted out Nirvana, but secretly her body was registering pleasure and her brain was battling between the horror of finding out what was going on and the delight to know that someone had found a way to tame the wayward young woman. Plus, she had never experienced anal sex but she had fantasised about it often and put her fingers into her own anus and of course on the plane into Addi's. That had been such an impulsive but exciting act. Secretly she loved its forbidden and taboo nature, causing her cunt to gush again with desire.

The hand up her skirt was both sudden and brutal. The fingers slipped inside her swiftly and firmly. The kiss on her lips was equally hard and fast, the tongue slipping and sliding over her own like she imagined a stiff cock to feel. Nirvana's legs went to jelly; she realised that for all the inner shame, she wanted this, needed to accept her role as a foil for others' pleasure if she was to gain her own. She moaned into Mavis's mouth and subconsciously bore down onto those rough fingers.

"It needs to learn control," Dominique observed, laughing with Mavis when just as abruptly as she had started, so my PA stopped. Nirvana was left there panting, hungry, her eyes pleading for more pleasure. "Well, what has Mr Stebbings released out of that box of suppression?"

"He is so good at finding hungry tarts."

Nirvana continued to stand, panting, wanting to put her fingers into her own pussy she was so hungry for sex but the shame of doing that in front of these people was too much. This was different from the time on the plane, which she now convinced herself was a sudden whim fuelled by alcohol. Her sexual needs were she realised getting out of control and were becoming open for all to see. That cliché of the genie let out of the bottle was in her case true, but now she was hearing something new about me. Suddenly some things connected that she had blocked from her thoughts. That is, that she was not the only one I fucked and played with. Yes, when I read this in her diary, it came across as a confused mix of anger, jealousy and as her thoughts about me developed, sheer lustful, obscene desire but those latter notions came much later when at N.U.D.E. readers.

"D-d-do you mean to say he has other lovers?" she stammered, finding it hard to say the words, fearing she was not unique but just another slut used by me.

"Honey, Paul has many women who would fall at his feet and suck his cock whenever he wishes. He is a dominant man, with as you know a dick to die for, but there is one thing that is clear and you need to both know and understand this. Whoever he dominates and fucks, YOU are the only one he wants to come back to each night, to love and cherish in a romantic and long-lasting way. However, that is the last you will ever hear me say about that, because from this moment on you are to learn how to please him, and through that process yourself too. He knew you were special and sensed some underlying inhibitions that were stopping you be who you really wanted to be. Now I am going to hand ownership of you to Dominique, while I go have my own therapy. At the end of the day you are mine again."

Nirvana fell silent, accepting the implied message that she was owned and could be given to others by Mavis.

"Right Nirvana, from now on you will respond to my husband's orders or mine immediately and without question," Dominique said, pointing to the chairs. "Now sit there and wait until you are called. Oh, and by the way, strip. Now!"

Nirvana stood there, mouth open. She hesitated momentarily.

"I said now, not tomorrow slut!"

The dress was over her head and off in a trice. She felt at once dirty and yet equally liberated, just as she recognised her capacity to be a hungry sexually deviant slut. There was an illicit pleasure in being naked, something so taboo in her culture. She held her head high, feeling proud of her body whilst at the same time experiencing a level of vulnerability she had not felt since that incident with her friend when the Dallitt had found them. She forced herself to keep her head up, to fight that shame her parents had instilled in her and that she knew became manifested in her sexual inhibitions. Always there was the thrill versus the humiliation and in it excitement mixed with doubts; like cold water being poured over any fun she might be encountering. Only on the plane had she really suppressed the doubts, at least temporarily, and enjoyed it so much. Perhaps a little that morning with Mavis.

"Good, such beautiful tits and a lovely smooth cunt," she heard from somewhere as if in the distance, then she remembered where she was again, and went to cover herself up as the voice was a man's. "I'm Dominic," continued the person she realised was her therapist.

He strode towards her, oozing confidence and smiling, unfazed by her lack of clothing. In fact, he appraised her very much like a doctor might their patient. His white coat gave him that unmistakable air of authority; something Nirvana later admitted was a tremendous turn-on for her in her fantasies. She liked his dark skin against the white of the coat, his look even more 'doctor-like' and aligned with her secret fantasies about men in uniforms. This was something from her diaries that I had to explore in the future, didn't I readers?

"Put your hands on your head and stop covering your cunt!" he barked.

Nirvana hesitated.

"Do it now, keep silent and stand erect!"

She shot her arms up and joined her fingers together like a prisoner of war. Her breasts bounced beautifully as she stood to attention for him. It was as if she dared not move his command had been so forceful, and something she would later record as like 'a shot of sexual power'. He could have told her to hold her pussy lips open for him to fuck her and she would have done it, he was so masterful in his command.

Dominic walked around her, holding his clipboard and notes in front of him as he circled her. She knew instinctively that she should stay silent, even when he took each nipple in his hands and tweaked and twisted them whilst looking intensely into her eyes, testing her obedience to his demand for silence. His hands roamed everywhere, opening her arse cheeks to look at her rose, parting her cunt to inspect her pussy hole. Everywhere was explored and notes taken. All he said at this time was "Good, good" and "interesting".

"Right, looks like you are a fine specimen but oh dear, if you are to learn to be subservient and yet freed from your repressed sexuality, you have a good deal to learn while here. We are going to have hours of fun with you, aren't we Dominique?"

"Oh yes, I can see her being a useful plaything for the next few weeks. Already we know she loves cunt, but not her own apparently. Her master has tried to kiss her after giving her a good licking and the hypocrite of a woman won't let him. She thinks her cunt juice is poisonous or something."

Mavis, Dominic and the lovely Dominique burst out into spontaneous laughter. Nirvana felt ashamed, and not a little ridiculous. Yes, it was hypocrisy, but could she change something so engrained since that time with her friend when the Dallitt walked in and beat them?

"OK, looks like she needs some work on her. Come with me."

Dominic marched rather than walked from the lobby, heading towards what could only be a treatment room. The brightness of the white, clinical walls reflected out onto the carpeted corridor as he pushed the door open wide.

"Come on, slut!" he snapped. "Keep up with me."

Nirvana found herself virtually running forward; suddenly very aware of her naked breasts bouncing heavily as she kept her arms above her head. She was unsure whether she could put them by her sides, and such was her sense of subservience to this man that she did not even think to ask. If she could only have seen Dominic's smile, recognising the little signs of progress already in her move towards full submission.

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She felt the cold of the tile floor under her bare feet as she entered the stark, clinical room. Daring to look around, but still with her hands like a prisoner, she noticed the single hospital couch in the centre of the room. It was adjusted to be like a seat but with the feet outstretched. However, unlike the usual examination couch where it was usually an adjustable back and then a single, long section for the legs, the lower section looked like it split in two at the apex of the thighs. Nirvana felt a mild sense of panic. What could they and would they do to her here?

"Sit up on the couch," Dominic ordered firmly. There was no 'please' or 'if you like', no soft bedside manner. "Oh, and while I remember," he added, "You will only call me Sir or Master, but never Dominic or Doctor. Only my equals call me that and you are not my equal are you?"

"No Master," Nirvana replied, surprising herself at how readily she accepted his superiority. Was it all those years in an Asian family where Doctors were always revered? No, it was because she was a slut, a slave, whose worth was in pleasing others, she reasoned.

She climbed onto the device, aware of her nakedness in a suddenly embarrassed way. She felt her skin flush and a thin veil of sweat form on her brow and under her arms. Yet the more embarrassed she felt, the more her pussy seemed to leak and its clitoris pulse. That in turn gave her shame. She knew that if he came close he would smell her arousal.

"Now, I am just going to make some adjustments," Dominic said, the kindly voice back again. "By the way, I love the smell of your cunt. You must be sopping to produce such an essence. Why is that do you think?" he asked gently.

"I -- I -- don't know," she stammered, hesitating to tell him what she really thought was the reason but realising that again the focus on her that created such embarrassment was arousing her even more. She could feel another gush of women's cum heading for her open cunt hole. Her clitoris was so aroused too, awakened from its little hood and throbbing with the need to be touched, but still she kept her arms above her head.

"I don't know, MASTER, you should have said," he replied sternly.

"Sorry Master."

"Yes, you could well be sorry if you don't learn faster."

He pressed a button and the back rest on the couch reclined slightly, meaning she would have to stretch her neck if she wanted to see her cunt or what was happening below her beautiful titties. Then as suspected, the lower section of the apparatus began to split in two and with that split, so Nirvana's emotions and thoughts began to divide too. Soon her legs were splayed and Dominic had attached a belt-like structure around her waist that held her down, plus she accepted the leather shackles that were fixed to her ankles. She could not move far if she tried. Her mind told her it was shameful and wrong to have her pussy on display with a stranger but her body tingled with excitement. One half of her wanted whatever was coming, the other half felt embarrassment. Anybody, she reasoned, could come in and see her naked and trussed up.

Then there was a buzzing noise and from above her dropped a strange looking helmet. It had numerous wires extending from its crown and the visor looked more like a tiny television than a pair of glasses. Of course she was right about the latter as it was indeed a stereoscopic television system. This was one of Dominic's personal inventions, something that Helene Ponsonby was still testing but wanted me to invest my time and (new) money to develop with her. I'd promised her that if it worked for me, then she could have the investment money immediately.

"Take your hands away and place that helmet over your head. Then watch the monitors and relax as much as you can."

"Yes Master," she replied cautiously, her body looking anything but relaxed.

He adjusted the chinstrap, bringing the helmet slightly forward, noting that it was a much better fit than the prototype he had tried out on one of Helene's newest conquests. This was lighter, more adjustable and the twin TV's were the latest technology in nano-vision as he had chosen to call his miniaturisation programme.

He spoke into the Mic around his neck, knowing that once encased in the helmet all sight was lost and all sound dependent on what he allowed her via that microphone.

"One last adjustment."

He took her wrists one by one and fitted them into a pair of cuffs that seemed to be wired up in some way. I'll just connect these to the helmet and then we can get going. Just watch the images in front of your eyes. He looked up, nodding to Dominique who was now in the control room above. He switched channels, giving her instructions.

"Show her romantic images only. Use the 'valentines day' bank of films," he instructed.

She nodded through the glass, speechless as she licked her lips and stared down at the dark naked woman whose brown pussy lips were open, revealing their pink centre. She adjusted the wall cameras that gave a complete view of events and sighed as she looked more closely at the freshly shaven cunt that dribbled constantly. Dominique could not avoid a smile as to the periphery of the image she could see her husband's coat tenting at the front. His fly was obviously undone and his massive cock free to stretch behind the white overall. She pressed the intercom.

"Darling, why don't you let your snake out to play?" she asked, giggling.

He smiled and gave a very ungentlemanly sign.

"Yes darling, I'd love to fuck off with you," she jibed, laughing loudly. "Now I've set up I'll leave you to Helene. She will come and join you once you get to the final stage, won't you Helene?"

The extremely pretty and petite woman, her ample breasts straining at her white medic's coat, licked her lips as she took over at the control panel. She was one of Dominic's biggest challenges when she was a patient, but once 'cured' she became a rich and powerful society champion for N.U.D.E. Many of his new patients had come following one of her discrete parties where only the most powerful and their partners were invited. Power and money were perfect aphrodisiacs, but so many had proven to be inept or repressed sexually. His therapies helped unleash the devil in all of them: in a positive way of course. So, Helene's reward was to continue reinforcing her therapy by gaining free sexual delights as a sex surrogate and trainee counsellor. She was also investing more and more in his business, using her company to develop his inventions. Also, through her indulgence in sorting out a sex shop that was now expanding into a chain, she had just began to test-market the electrical gizmos that had until recently been only used at N.U.D.E. Ltd. Dominic recognised her business acumen as second to none and likewise her sexual voracity.

"Take your cock out," Helene commanded her voice both sweet and yet strong. My wife could not see for the headgear, but the therapist practically ripped at his coat to release his enormous dick. I've seen it since readers, believe me it is a monster that makes me look average. Apparently Dominique had once joked to Helene that he must have invented a milking machine and attached it for too long.

"Wonderful Dominic, now be a love and strip off everything too. You know that later you'll be fucking the slut so why not get yourself ready and give me some pleasure too?"

The DVD they sent me later was amazing. There on the inspection table was my future wife, her slutty dark thighs open and her pink pussy exposed. In front of her was a finely muscled and naked white man, his dick hard and pulsing, its precum just starting to dribble. I saw how much he wanted her, and how controlled he was being, bar the pulsing and jerking of the thick rod. To be honest, despite how hetero everyone thinks I am, I had been curious ever since my first sight of him to know what he would taste like in my mouth, and how his dick in my arse would feel (and mine in his, of course). Yes, I know readers, I appear fully heterosexual but I've known since I was 13 that I have a 'bi' streak. However, women are my first love and Nirvana my greatest.

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" ...So she has had the full treatment as far as detailed by Paul in his email. I've added the elements you wanted too," Dominic had said to Mavis, grunting as he sank that enormous cock into my fiancé's sopping twat for the fourth time that night.

The therapist had hypnotised Nirvana using N.U.D.E.'s patented 'sexual relaxation headset'. Helene's Assistant Marketing Director was working with her team on a better name for it, but essentially it took people's greatest desires and amplified them. Initially at least, it could not make someone do something they did not in their heart of hearts want to do, but it encouraged people to open up on even the tiniest sexual desire and thought. Then, through a process of computer-generated word amplifiers the thoughts became urges and intense desires. With Nirvana, her curiosity about cum was turned from an abhorrence of any man fluid on her body to an intense urge to be shamed by her partners spurting their cum on her, especially her face. Also, her distaste and yet equal want to be able to savour her own juice had been transformed into a desperate urge to have someone go down on her and then kiss her. In fact, Dominic had adjusted and enhanced the imagery so that she would seek whenever she could to taste cum mixed with her very own pussy juice. If not available, then another woman's pussy juice would do.

When I received the reports from Mavis, detailing these changes, I was so rock hard that Imogen who was with me each time had to repeatedly take my whole length for a good hour as she presented the report on bended knees to me in my office. Her jaw was aching and her arms too as she held the heavy document above her head whilst sucking me. She knew I had immense control. That was such a torture for the 'spunk whore' as I called her.

Even though this had been our daily routine for four weeks now, when I came she nearly choked on the foaming cum that sprayed her throat with such force that it splashed back and dribbled from her mouth. I loved the slightly bleach-like aroma mixed with the heady stink of her cunt. I'd ordered her to go without washing since coming back from the West Country and now her sex had that pungent perfume that Napoleon had insisted of Josephine. I wondered how long she would be able to obey me, as her clients would surely be noticing given I had also instructed her to go knickerless - permanently. Then, when finished swallowing my cum, I spanked her arse until it was truly sore as I made her present her beautiful pale buttocks to me while her forehead touched the hard wooden floor. Well, if an arse is naked and there to spank or whip, why not? That has always been my mantra, 'take what is on offer, and then some more'. It was also so wonderful to then allow my hardened cock to take her roughly. On this occasion, as I read the final report before my fiancé's return, without warning I plunged it into her slippery unwashed cunt, quickly reaching another orgasm as the increasingly heady smells and the vivid thoughts of my fiancé licking, sucking and fucking took me to an early and undisciplined cum. I was slightly angry with myself for not extending the pleasure, if only for me because Imogen had become purely a fuck slut by this time.

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