Welcome to part 3 of our tale about a very special training session. If you missed parts 1 - 2 you'll find it alive and well in our archives. But to get you started, here's where we left off last time:

"'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!"
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[Warning: as opposed to light kink, this is pretty strong BDSM content.]
[Now for part 3:]
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Now Jai has black and red ropes binding her pendulous breasts at the base, with a colorful knot at her breastbone. Then Jai proceeds to encage my Starling's breasts, finally tying the rope end behind somehow to make those heavy breasts point forward like guide posts, her orange-brownish nipples form arrows. I rub them and watch her shiver.

Jai and I have been discussing her body, as he works his knotty magic, and commenting on her juicy succulence, on how edible she is, how fucking hard she is making us, and how our dicks want to dive into her flesh. But I am in no way finished with her. The best part is coming up.

With Starling's flesh brightly lined in black and red rope, breasts trussed in mid-air, arms pinned behind, ass split and cunt opened by red and black rope, ankles and knees left with knots attached to loose ends that can become part of her suspension should we choose to elaborate, I wheel it in. The coup de grace. She does not see at first. She is being obedient by looking Jai in the eyes. Holding a compact case in one hand and a make-up brush in the other, he applies blush to her nipples, treating her titties like porn starlets. He blows on them, "Beautiful," dusts them again, "so soft!" blows again. "And fragile."

"What's that!" she yells, like an angry wife, when she finally sees what I've wheeled in. Jai backs away, uttering phrases of admiration.

And there it is. Six feet tall on its hinges, set in its base on wheels.

"This is our training toy," I say coyly.

"No!" she shouts again.

"Is that any way to talk to your Master?"

Silence.

"Do you want me to have you pleading and crying and going into your most vulnerable place in front of our guest?" I say in menacing voice. She is vulnerable on this point. She has always liked Jai. It's like a schoolgirl crush. She's never told me, but something that obvious you can just feel.

She glares, first at me, then at it.

"What do you intend to do with it?" she asks. Her voice is at normal volume.

"I intend for you to use it."

"I won't!"

"But you will! You will. Either the easy way or the hard way, you will use it however I tell you to use it and you will come to love me for this."

"I will not."

I take out my electric toy -- made from a dog training collar. A static shocker, but very much able to deliver a jolt when set high enough. Actually I really think she will succumb before I'm all set up, but she does not.

"Jai, watch closely," I say to Jai. "You thought her nipples were responsive -- just watch this." At which point I jab at one protruding nipple -- she jumps "ow!"

"Pleasing, isn't it?" I say to Jai. Then I attack the other "Ahgh!" and then the pink wall of her opened upper pussy, just below the knot on her clit. She screams and jumps and the two breasts, circled in their bindings, her flanks, jiggle; her big butt bounces.

"You don't get the full appreciation of a beefy body until you make it thrash," I say.

I noticed the beads of sweat on her chest.

"Doesn't she look even more beautiful when she's taking punishment?" I ask Jai.

"There's something primal about her," he says. "Hot and primal," he says. I couldn't have put it any better.

I see another tear streak.

"I can go all night," I say to her. "And Jai can watch all night, am I right?"

"I think I could watch this hot body shudder like that for days."

I roll the large square mirror in front of my Starling and make my demand. "Look at yourself," I say.

She is sullen. She does not move.

I raise my punisher. "Look at yourself in the mirror," I say as meanly as possible.

"I can't, Ray! You know I can't."

"I know you can." I keep my voice low.

No answer.

"I'm tired of hearing how unattractive you are. I will never, never hear you putting down your body again," I say.

"OK. I won't."

"Oh, no, sweet Starling. I am going to train you. Tonight. Right here and now. Train you to look at your bare pussy and all its wet beautiful folds. Your thick meaty breasts, your hot, begging areolas, the hidden pucker of your asshole as you're hanging suspended and Jai pulls apart your cheeks to look in. You too will look and the mirror will let you see. You'll admire. You'll come to love these things as much as I do. You'll cream just looking at yourself. Do you hear me?"

I rub my palms across her buds, the wand point under her nose.

"Answer me," I growl. I'm rubbing the blade of my hand in the swamp between her open labia. I'm surprised to find so much warm cream. My hand slides and glides, though it runs into the rough knot at the apex of her cunt.

At my nod, Jai gets behind Starling and gathers the end ropes, pulling them tightly together in his hands so that Starling is somewhat pinned in place.

"Look in the mirror!" I shout at her.

[To be continued...]