Welcome to part 2 of our tale about a very special training session.If you missed part one (and it's a good one) you'll find it alive and well in our archives. But to get you started, here's where we left off last time:

"I'm just fed up with her self-loathing. This is an utter disrespect she shows herself. And I'm starting to take it personally. So today, you see, she will submit to me -- to MY vision, MY appreciation, MY aesthetic judgment of her body. I have arranged a little training session for my Starling..."

[Now for part 2:]
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I enlisted the help of my friend and bondage expert, Jai. I love to see my beauty bound and constricted in elaborate ways, though I don't really have the patience to do or pursue the skills myself. Jai is a good friend, a freak about bondage and anyone who wants to be bound -- be they girl, boy, top, bottom, or anything in between. I know that he finds Starling attractive -- a key factor -- and vice versa. And I trust Jai with both our psyches.

So when Starling comes into our play room, I introduce her to Jai. A rather youngish, silky-haired Asian man, Jai comes wearing a tight leather vest open to where the sharp spikes and curves of his tribal necklace tattoo can be seen fanning out above his breastbone.

I've had her dress simply in skirt -- no undies -- and loose silky blouse.

"You'll appreciate her fat breasts," I say to Jai as if she's not there. She gets all shy. I can see it in the way she stands. She is very self-conscious about her body when in front of others. And Jai is a bit special because there's this chemistry between them. We've never had him in a scene. He's never seen her naked.

Jai looks her up and down, hungrily. I have told him to examine her without mercy, every chance he gets.

"I think you will find the chubby meat of her cunt pleasing," I say. "Not to mention her big clit. I'm deliberately using terms she hates. "When you bind her pussy open, I want you to inspect it closely," I say. "When she's horned up, she oozes like a little piggy."

Starling looks for her blindfold on its usual hook on the wall. It's not there.

"Strip for Jai," I say. "Let him have a look before he gets to work."

"Aren't you forgetting something, Master?"

"Like what?" I say slyly.

(I know damned well what.)

"Like my blindfold, Sir," she says with all due respect, so I can't really punish her just yet. I have a nice bag full of toys to draw from, but tonight my specific objective makes toys secondary.

"No blindfold," I snap. "This is going to be a blindfold free evening," I tell her.

She looks at me in horror.

"First, we are going to make you watch us as we stare at your body and size you up. We want you to see us crunching the numbers as we compare you to exquisite, thin and busty porn stars, or to bony air-brushed movie stars, or to all the tight, pert, pink young pussy we've ever jacked off to."

Tonight was word play and brain washing, and not going to be about pain -- unless Starling made it so.

"Strip," I say. I can see that she's getting nervous.

She glances towards Jai, then lowers her eyes.

"Start by baring your breasts, Starling. Our guest wants to see what you've got."

"Please let me put on the blindfold," my Starling pleads.

"No! Now do as I say." I turn to Jai. "She's got knockers, trust me."

As she starts to unbutton her flowing blouse, her fingers are shaking. And when she opens her blouse to reveal mounds spilling out of undersized pink bra, Jai grunts his approval. She hesitates. I advance, my hand comes up behind her and slaps her hard across her skirted ass. It makes her gasp. She takes off her blouse, folds it, lets it fall to the floor. For a second she is a little bolder because I am blocking Jai's view with my own body, but I step back quickly.

"Now your bra, Starling. And be quick about it! Jai wants to see your fat titties."

"Please, Master," she says softly.

"I will whip every part of you that you are slow to uncover," I answer her. "If you dally when we ask to see your breasts, I will whip your breasts. If you take your sweet time showing us your pussy, I will whip your pussy. Do you understand? But I would rather you not displease me at all. Jai is here to bind you, not to watch me torture you. Still. I'll leave it to you."

She removes her bra and it too drops to the floor as her sweet breasts tumble loose. They wobble, plump, hanging, with overly long, russet colored nipples.

"What do you say, Jai? Are they lovely or what?"

"Like ripe fruit," he says. "The better to bind. Fat breasts are hard to control. It takes skill to subdue them," he smiles like an accomplice.

"Get a closer look, right down to the veins if you like" I say. I'm taunting her self-consciousness.

He stands in closer and looks down at her breasts. I see his glance fall on her shoulders, and down her chest. It rests on each nipple before proceeding to her face. Her eyes are lowered.

"Freckles," he says. "Cute." He gives me a questioning look and I nod him onward. He picks up her breasts and examines them as if they were green grocery.

"Look him in the eye," I order her from my position behind her. "Right now!"

She does as she is told, but when she has met his gaze, she shudders.

"What do you think, Jai? -- No, don't look away, Starling. My orders are for you to keep your eyes on Jai as he enjoys your body. So what do you think Jai?"

"Plump beauties," he says in a low voice.

"Please, Master," she says.

"I love big, succulent breasts," Jai says directly to her giving each a firm squeeze. She flushes hot red.

"You know I hate this, Master," Starling says to me. But she still obeys my command and looks Jai in the eyes as he leers and admires. He bounces each tit his hand, drops it, watches it flounder and taps it sideways so that it rolls. He pulls on each nipple. "Your breasts make my mouth water," Jai mutters to her.

"Please blindfold me, Master."

"You're being rude."

"Please." It is her last protest.

"You will do as you're told," I say. I reach up under her skirt where, as ordered, she has left her cunt exposed, sans undies. She jumps a little, startled at my touch. While Jai kneads and shapes her long dart-like nipples, kisses, admires, sucks, admires, taps, prods, I work my way up her thigh, feeling for her quim. When I find it, all fat with fur, I squeeze.

"How does it feel to have two men admiring your hot body?" I say, just before parting her wet cunt and forcing a finger on through, and then deep into her hole. Let me assure you, she is wet.

I press my thumb at her sphincter and hold tightly, gripping her like a bowling ball.

"And while he studies your skin, your fat breasts and dark elongated nipples, you can strip off your skirt. We both want to see you naked. We want to see all of you, every inch, full view. You'll spread for us, bend for us, jut your nipples out to us, and you'll use your body like a strip club dancer to make us hard."

You would think that this would make any woman blush with pride and feel a surge of power. But not my Starling. She is horrified. Her poor, pale breasts have blushed all pinky. The velvety skin of her neck sports embarrassed streaks. She rolls the skirt down her fleshy hips and pleasing mounds of ass, and as it clears her girth and drops to the floor, we can both see the wet on her thighs that lets us know how hot this mortification makes her. Yet, too, a tear glistens at the corner of one eye. She's a strange little study my Starling.

"Jesus!" Jai mutters in admiration when she is fully naked.

"Open your legs a little," I say, and she obeys.

"Look, come here. Let me give you the tour," I say to Jai. I grab chunks of her ass, one and then another. "Good solid meat," I say to him. Mind, Starling is not obese; she is beautifully fleshy, but not obese. Only she thinks she is obese. "Take hold of this," I say. Both Jai and I, then, are grabbing her firmly here, there, like meat inspectors.

The tear is welling up, preparing to drop.

"So sweet," he breathes heavily, stretching out a nipple. "Responsive," he pushes on the same nipple. Then sweeps across it like a small slap. "It speaks," he says.

As all this is going on, now, Jai has started to bind her. First, her arms behind her back. He is sure and quick with his knots and shiny red rope. My mouth goes dry with lust and anticipation. I continue to taunt her, and he joins in between knots and weavings. Soon we are carrying on like kids opening presents at Christmas. "Look here," I say pulling the upper part of her cunt lips open and pointing to her thick, meaty clitoris. "Sweet!" "And here!" scooping the mucus from her slit. "Let me taste!" "Look how her rings darken," wiping slime on her areola. Next Jai's got a black rope and it goes from her waist, between her thighs, her cunt, a knot at her clit nub, two ropes to hold cunt open but not obstruct the hole. Perhaps involuntarily, she creams at the touch of Jai's ropes -- and hands.

"We need to take a picture."

That was Jai.

"No!" Starling yells.

"Relax," I say, patting down the long front of her breasts, one at a time.

"We could start a pay web site with that tasty beaver on the home page," Jai says to me.

"No pictures," she repeats.

"No pictures," I promise, cooing softly. "Unless you say so" -- fully intending that she will say so, by the time I'm through with her!

[To be continued...]