Amy\'s Education

AMY’S EDUCATION -- PART EIGHT

THE COMMENCEMENT

 

Amy completed the first half of her Senior year and dove right in to getting ready for the Christmas holidays. The planning for all the business aspects of the holidays had been done months earlier. But, decorating and getting office parties and bonuses in place were some of the details she had put off. Of course all the social events of the season had been taken care of by Clay’s personal office staff.

She had designed a set of gold cuff links in the shape of a crown for Clay as a symbol that she would always have him the king and Master of her life. She couldn’t wait to present them to him on Christmas morning, naked at his feet.

The den had been decorated with seasonal sights and smells quite beautifully and her presentation was perfect. He was touched and in love with her with all his heart and mind. And, he had a gift for her.

“Amy, dearest, present yourself to me in the ‘kneel position‘; palms upward on your thighs,” He hadn’t used that command for quite a while but Amy knew without hesitation to move before him naked, spread, and exposed.

He removed her nipple stretcher and kissed her vital and robust tips. His sucking and fingering of her nipples always gave her a thrill and increased her wetness. He played with her cunt and clit with his big toe. His attention to her erogenous zones was making her extremely excited.

“I love you, Amy. You are more, much more, than my slave. You are my lover and friend. I am not a master, I am your Master. You are not a slave, you are my Slave. But, in addition to that, I want to have you for my wife. This is your time to accept me and the ring of engagement I have for you. If you accept, we will be married just after you graduate college in the summer. Will you marry me?”

He lifted her left hand off her thigh and slipped the 3 carat diamond on her ring finger. It fit perfectly like he knew it would. And, it was a beautiful ring obviously of the highest color, cut, and clarity. Just right for her beautiful hand.

“Master, I am so thrilled. I do want to be your wife. I want you to have me and hold me and fuck me and whip me and just have fun with me. I love the honor and obey part of those vows the best. I want to be with you forever. Grow old together and have great memories of our life together. And, the ring is so, well dammed perfect. Coming from you it couldn’t be more perfect.”

 

 

 

Without asking, she moved toward him and took his hands and pressed them to her tits. She took his head in both hands and drew him to her mouth and kissed him passionately; tongue and all. She kissed him again and again and again. He squeezed her tits hard and pulled her nipples savagely.

He put her on her knees with her tits on the carpet. She arched her back and offered her cunt to him lewdly. He pounded her cunt with his engorged cock. She screamed at the top of her lungs in sexual passion and climaxed over and over.

And, on top of that she was going to be married.

“I’ll take care of the arrangements for the wedding. You just take care of your grades and the business. By the way, just how naked do you want to be at your wedding, Slave? He teased.

Now that you are engaged to be married, I want you to emphasize your sexuality. Not only around the mansion but on campus. I want you to be known for your creative work and as a leader in the area of erotic fashion design.

While she had many other things on her mind she was also having great success in Cee’s waist training program that was a part-time hobby of hers. Cee had started at 25 inches without a corset and was now at 22 inches. The results were better than Amy had hope for by this time in the program. With a cincher, Cee was able to sustain 20 inches for almost 12 hours a day and 19 inches if Amy pressed the issue.

Amy was considering putting Cee in a cincher corset for 24 hours a day except for bathing. That would help her attain her goal in the time period she had set for herself and would keep Cee more docile. She also bought a pair of 6 inch stiletto heels and was training Cee to wear them for a few minutes a day. Cee actually like the way she looked in the heels and the tight waist and was very compliant to Amy’s directions on wearing them.

Dory had been put on notice that she had to pick up the pace in the Media Division or she would lose her job. By the end of the year she had produced three erotic videos and had shown some first-rate initiative by having a professional photographer take digital still pictures during each shoot. They would be the basis for a new erotic magazine Dory was contemplating. And, was she ever creating an enthusiasm among the employees of the Media Division and the crews she hired for the shoots. Everyone already knew she had a great body but now, more than ever before, she seemed to want to flaunt it. Furthermore, she was encouraging the other girls in the division to follow her lead. Clearly her Division was the most erotic of all the others, day-in-day out, these days.

Dory had solved her sexual abstinence problem with “Gregor the Giant.” She had hired Greg from among several very talented and handsome young men who had been vetted for her by an erotic modeling agency. Greg did not get his name so much for his height, as he was only six feet tall, but because of the girth and length of his erect cock.

From the first time she met him in person they seemed to have a physical and personal chemistry that could be seen not only by the staff of the Media Division but also by the audience for whom they would be making their erotic videos.

The pony girl fetish video was made with an audience with a particular kinky look at life in mind. Flo helped Dory make the old horse stables into believable looking pony girl stalls. The three female stars were all decent looking, cannon ball chested women with well-muscled legs, strong shoulders, and broad backs. They looked great in their pony girl outfit; especially the one with a real platted horse tail inserted in her butt.

They were all adorned with tit clips with bells and chains to bring attention to their extended nipples. They wore corsets, head stalls with bit and reins, a custom harness with bells, boots, and anal insertable tail and a head plume. Their blinders kept them looking straight ahead so they didn’t know what the other pony girls were doing or where having done to them. The metal mouth bit pulled their lips back and the high hoof-style shoes enhanced the curve of their calf's and ankles. The fluffy plume completed the look.

One of the three actually had experience as a pony girl. She took well to the riding whip and she gave production tips to the crew which added some reality to what was a video totally devoid of script.

The main shots of interest were of the pony girls in training under the watchful eye of a female trainer. They would be trained to left their knees high in simulated and exaggerated prance and jump gracefully through large circular hoops on command. The objective of the hoop jump seemed to be more about getting the girls to work together naked and to have their tits bounce in rhythm.

Much time was spent filming the riders of the carts the pony girls who were whipping them to race the sleek carts around an oval gravel race track. The losers were tied to a post in the noonday sun. There were other shots of the pony girls pulling their riders on long stretches of open natural paths in the woods straining from exertion and exhaustion.

By far the most sensuous shots were of the pony girls standing for inspection in various positions for long periods of time being judged by a panel of horny riders. The camera man shot footage from every angle as the pony girls held their strenuous poses. If they faltered they paid the price with the whip.

Not bad for a fetish video; especially the first one made by this particular production company.

The lesbian submission video was also not much on dialogue. The all-women cast was good looking enough, but the main dominatrex, who was for real, was a bit too hard looking and long in the tooth. The general plot line was that the dominatrex was training young girls for a life of lesbian slavery. They needed to know the rules of such a life style and were being taught by a stern and unyielding mistress at her old castle in Transilvania. Kind’a corny but that was it.

The costumes and set design were quite good and the actresses where up to the task of lesbian love play and strict bondage. Most of the actresses, had actually worked in bondage videos and had felt the strain of long periods of bondage. The whip used seemed to be made of thin plastic strips and did not even raise red marks when applied with what would appear to have been significant force. A beginners video to be sure.

The third video was designed to exploit the talent and interest of Dory the exhibitionist and her lover, Frank. The video, almost devoid of dialogue but high on content, was shot in Scandinavia because of the liberal views on erotic play of its citizenry. The premise of the video was that Frank had taken his girlfriend on vacation. He would marry her if she showed her love for him by being involved in public displays of nudity and bondage.

The first scene, a long one, had Dory walking the narrow streets of Copenhagen in various stages of nudity. With crowds passing her on all sides, she continued to remove her clothes and discard them, one-by-one in trash cans she found along the way. She wound up naked except for high heels. The men onlookers were nonplused yet appreciative. The older women in the market were baffled.

The second scene, in a crowded plaza, had Dory seated at a single round table in the edge of the square with her dress pulled up around her waist. She was clean shaven and her legs were splayed apart. The two camera shoot was spliced side by side so the audience could see Dory and the unbelieving glances of everyone who passed by.

The third scene, had Dory in a hog tie position, knees spread on a park table. The time was obviously very early in the morning. Early rising park joggers were the first to spot her. A sign around her leather hooded head read “Please do not talk to me or move me. I am being punished for not obeying my master.” A few older teen age boys were shown touching her ass and fingering her exposed and moist cunt.

The next scene, had Dory, in the same park, tied to a tree. Frank, as her master, was himself hooded. He was shown flogging her, tit to toe ,as the morning crowed gathered to watch. There were men and women alike, all non-actors, standing to watch him whip the nude women. She again was hooded with a sign that read “Please do not talk to me or stop my Master from whipping me. I am being punished for not obeying my master.”

The last scene, obviously intended to be the next day, had Dory, nude, backed up against the same tree. Her left leg was held high and away to her side by a masked man who was fucking her standing up. He was in no hurry and the camera man caught the moistness of her cunt and the nice rhythm of his hairless plunging cock. She was hooded again but the sound from her suggested that she was enjoying every minute of the erotic yet humiliating experience.

Amy felt it was a good video and that it showed Dory off to her best advantage. She would have liked some more sucking, fucking, licking and kissing, but it was not at all bad for that particular genre. Dory would keep her job but she would have to sustain her enthusiasm and pace.

Amy was getting to be the talk of the campus. Other girls either talked admiringly of her or were seriously jealous. They were all envious of her engagement ring. Amy herself was used to be whistle at and hit on by men her age. But she carried herself with such an authoritarian air, that despite what might have been thought to be a cock teasing sensuality, no one dared to approach her physically. But, those well-shaped legs, full, high tits, and nipples were the talk of the town.

Heather and Frank continued their romps at the club on Thursday night. He would tie her up until she was totally exposed and immobile and then he fucked her. She loved the feeling of helplessness. Then she got her turn to ride his cock on the bed which she did with great abandonment.

They decided to bring Pain Slut to the club with them on occasion with the intent of tormenting her publicly. On one such occasion, she was bound in their private room; exposed and vulnerable. She was gagged with Heather's panties and duct tape. She said, “Slave, I will never punish your ass. As a women, I know you will hurt more and be more humiliated if I abuse your tits and cunt rather than if I whip your ass. So, when it’s me doing the whipping, you will only get it on the tits, nipples and cunt.” Then she took a cane and cracked it once harshly across both tits leaving a, single, cruel looking welt.

Then she asked Frank to put her in the bondage position of his choice. Pain Slut was forced to watch Heather suck Frank’s cock and get fucked while she was still gagged and hurting from the cane.

Then, when they were ready, they took her to the public stage. They put her head and hands in a stock like devise that was so low that she had to bend over at the waist. They slid a padded work bench under her legs with her cunt pressed down on the padding. Her legs were spread wide and bound to the sides of the bench legs.

They added weights to her newly acquired nipple rings. The stock devise could be raised or lowered according to the height of the person wishing to fuck her mouth either with a dildo or a cock. She was available for service. Every time she received a load of cum the audience clapped and whistled in approval.

And, while she was at the task of satisfying a patron with her mouth, someone else could urge her on by whipping her exposed ass, stimulate her exposed clit, or experiment with her ass hole. For this last humiliation, they had purchased a 4 inch long tapered butt plug that had the capacity to inflate up to well over 2 inches wide by the use of an adjustable valve pump. The pump had a locking devise that was used to hold her open at various widths.

Her ass hurt, her cunt was a runny mess with her own juices and her face was a sloppy sight by the end of the night. Heather would not let her wash off until before breakfast the next day.

Heather herself was experimenting with a set of anal dilators so that she could take Frank in the ass with less difficulty. She had designed the dilators herself and ordered a gross of them for sale by the firm. They were small hard plastic devises shaped like the head of a penis. Each set was graduated in width from 1 inch to 2 inches in increments of a quarter inch. The wearer was encouraged to lubricate and insert the smallest plug for 20 minutes at a time for a few days then increase to the next larger size. Heather knew Frank would be pleased to be able to slip his cock in her with less difficulty than he had been having. She, liked the idea of having his warm cum floating inside her ass.

Gail and Ben had not had the opportunity to perform on stage at the club. More to the point, the crowds were so active that they were not needed to keep interest high. Gail was an extraordinary beauty; tall and limber, perfectly proportioned for her height. They had practiced their performance many times in the privacy of their apartment and it turned Ben on each time.

Their first chance to be on stage came in early April. Ben had her nude on stage except for 6 inch stiletto heels and long, over the elbow, leather gloves. With her hands, she balanced herself by holding onto a pole that came down to a position just a few inches above her tits. It was securely anchored to the ceiling. He tied a leather strip into the end of her long hair. At the other end of the leather piece there was a small cuff made to fit around her ankle. He pulled her left leg upward and pulled her head backward until he could attach the small cuff.

With her head pulled backward and her leg pulled almost straight up behind her, she was a sight to behold as she balanced on the high heel on her right foot. Not many women could get into this pose and far less would present the erotic sight that Gail did; flat stomach, narrow waist, well-muscled legs, tapered calves and ankles.

“Gail, how shall I whip you tonight my dear?” He asked.

“Sir, I know you will whip me however long and wherever you want but perhaps you could start with my right leg.” She whispered from her strained position.

With a crop he started to whip her leg just below her cunt. He hit every inch all the way down to her well-turned ankle. She was concentrating on her position and did not budge a muscle although a distinctive redness to the whipped skin became evident. Then he attacked the leg that was strained upward and back toward her head. He spend a great deal of time whipping the soft skin high on the inside of her leg near her cunt and she growled in discomfort.

“Do you want me to finger your clit, now Gail. Do you want to show the folks how you can actually enjoy an organism in this enormously difficult and awkward position?”

“I’m ready if you are, Sir.” She said through her strained jaw.

Although her exaggerated position was beginning to take its toll, Gail was wet and her clit was as engorged to the size of a medium sized pearl. A few direct caresses directly on her clit with his finger caused her to began to shake. Her grip on the pole intensified, her facial muscles almost froze in a wave of erotic pleasure, and the muscles in her shoulders and back became taught. She screamed in the throes of her climax. The crowd went wild in appreciation for the scene they had witnessed and for her amazing physical endurance. Not many of them would be trying that one at home.

Clay was very pleased with Amy’s practical, emotional and physical education under his tutelage in the erotic transfer of control. It had almost been four years since he had met her. She had come a long way. One evening as she sat as his feet naked they talked about the changes she had learned outside of the formal classroom.

Amy was in a reflective mood. She felt she was a dedicated student of the philosophy and practice of erotic transfer of control and that her submissive nature found the principles behind ETC very beneficial to her in every aspect of her practical and sexual life. She felt she had successfully integrated the various elements of her life with that of her basic submissive nature and was a better person for that integration. She told Clay that she was grateful to him for his forbearance and long-suffering with her during the transformation period. She now knew who she was and why.

Clay was appreciative of her acknowledgment of his role in her life -- not only that she loved him and trusted him but that she gave him credit for allowing her to make a smooth transition from the immature teenager he first met to the mature and realistic submissive women she now had become. She had learned the specific duties and boundaries as a consensual slave.

Clay felt she was a good slave; she was dedicated to seeing to it that he was satisfied with her service and her demonstrated respect for him. She made every effort to be obedient to his rules, rituals, and values and that to accept punishment as he saw fit especially when it is given for his own pleasure. She knew how to ensure that his sexual needs were met on demand even when her own sexual release was not a given. She was willing to please him without any promise or hope of getting any personal pleasure. She had learned how to help others who seemed to be of a temperament similar to hers and could feel good that she was recognized as a person who could be trusted with another persons personal secrets.

Amy expressed the view that her journey perhaps was not complete and that in contrast to her pending degree from college, her learning as his slave and practitioner of ETC would never entirely be concluded. He told her that to admit she would always be a life long student, was the beginning of her continuing education. Furthermore, he agreed with her and was willing to tutor her further if she wanted to go there.

“Oh yes, Master. I do feel I have more to learn and more to give you. I’m willing to do what it takes to grow in my submission as you determine best for me.” She said.

“Slave, I’d do think there is at least one major area that you need to experience and integrate into your consciousness. You have led a very protected and privileged life here during the past several years. Yes, you have felt the pain of the whip and felt the ache of bondage. But, you have not really experienced the long term torments that are experience by those woman who are submissives to Masters who are more forceful and demanding than I am. I want you to have a taste of that experience before we get married.”

He let the anticipation of the plan he had for her build during the last days of her work as a senior in college. He reveled with her in the activities surrounding her graduation -- he went to the parties and awards programs for her and was proud of her significant accomplishments as a student scholar.

He even acknowledged the success of her senior project, as she called it, in getting Cee down to a 21 inch waist without a corset before her graduation day. Cee was pleased with herself as well and had gained a profound admiration for Amy.

After the glow of graduation had diminished somewhat, Clay began to let her in his near term plan for he. For the most part, she would be living under the domination and control of Flo, the nurse who was a recognized authority in the field of piercings and nipple stretching among other more advanced types of body and mind modification.

Clay had designed a heavy gauged steel cage that would be her living space in the garden of the mansion for most of her time with Flo. It was to be located in the exact place that Bee had always taken her when she had to piss. This humiliation of her had come at Clays command several years earlier but was never a thought far from her mind. Essentially her living space was to be in the same place as her former toilet.

The cage was only 6 feet by 9 feet and five feet high. It had a cement bench at one end on which she could eat and sleep. There was a hinged door at one end for her to crawl into and a smaller hinged flap in the other end near the cement bench that could serve as a place to give her for whatever food would be provided.

In one corner was a rubber penis shaped object attached to a long garden type hose that seemed to be attached to a water faucet at the side of the garden shed. Clay explained that if she wanted a drink she would have to suck the thick phallus from a kneeling position.

Just two days after her jubilant graduation Clay had taken away her beautiful diamond and stripped her naked. At the break of day he put her in the cage without further explanation. She had no contact with anyone until just before dark.

Flo appeared in full dominatrix style uniform. She said nothing but picked up a water hose and turned it on full blast at Amy’s tits. When Amy covered them, Flow shot the water at her cunt. When Amy fell down, Flow drenched her hair. Then Flo walked away. Amy was a muddy mess.

She decided to suck on the phallus for a drink. She had to suck hard to get any water but she drank and sucked; it was her only source of sustenance.

As she sat on the bench, cold and ill at easy, she remembered the fine designs she had created, and the envious stares of the other girls at college. And, the boys; she could usually see the bulge in their pants when they saw her walk by. She realized she was a hot number. “If they could see me know,” she thought. She had a fitful sleep on the hard bench but fatigue finally overcame her.

The next morning, Flo met her with another dose of cold water. At first, the spray seemed to wash off the mud from the previous day but Floe kept squirting her until she hit the ground again and rolled in the mud.

At noon, Flo came back. This time she was wearing a strap-on; a fairly big one but not oversized. She opened the smaller of the two flaps and inserted the strap-on into the cage through the flap. She did not say a word. And, Amy didn't move. After a few minutes, Flo, shut the flap, drenched Amy head to toe, then left.

Amy had gone without food for almost 36 hours and was hungry. Flo returned with a tray of food. She opened the flap and inserted the strap-on through the opening again without a word. Amy could see the food on the tray Flo was holding. Again, Amy didn’t move. Flo shut the flap and dropped the food in the dirt as she walked away.

No dinner for Amy again for the second day. She did suck down a lot of water and her jaws began to ache from the intense sucking action required to get the water she so desperately needed The sucking was the only thing she could do to occupy her time in her small cell.

It began to dawn on Amy that Flo was teaching her something. Suck the strap-on and get food. On the morning of the third day when Flow came and opened the flap, Amy was there on her knees to accept the dildo in her mouth. She got the food and ate it ravenously.

At lunch Flo came again with food but did not let Amy suck the dildo. She taunted her and through some instinctive or intuitive reasoning offered Flo her ass for the dildo. She got the full force of it and grunted angrily with the humiliating intrusion. Flo let her have the food but while she was eating it sprayed cold water over her again directing it right at her ass.

The next day, Flo again, without speaking, made it clear that she wanted Amy to lay on the bench and take the dildo down her throat. Flo was now giving her sharp verbal instructions on how to deep throat without hurting herself.

“Lay on your back on the bench. Drop your head backward over the edge of the bench and take the cock in your mouth slowly. Practice breathing through your nose as the cock reaches the back of your throat. Keep your throat straight and opened; practice not choking. Be ready for your Master to shoot his cum far back in your tight throat. Feel it and revel in your ability to take it all. A domesticated, committed, slave must learn to deep throat to be any use to her Master. Hear me good,” she said.

During the next few days, Flo returned to the cage about 10 times a day. Amy would suck the dildo or take it in her cunt or ass; sometime there would be food, sometimes not. Then Flo made it clear that she expected Amy to masturbate for her; to open up her cunt and show herself provocatively.

Except for the brief instructions Flo had for her regarding the best deep throat techniques no word was spoken between them. And, except for the cold and nerve shattering hose washings she got from Flo once or twice a day, Amy was not able to get even remotely clean. Her toilet was all done in the cage.

Her sucking and deep throat techniques were obviously pleasing to Flo as she was becoming less violent with her. The process had lasted for close to a week. Amy was learning that she was only a sex machine -- suck, fuck, show off her cunt, rub her clit and have a public orgasm. That’s all she was here in the cage; a female sex machine.

At the end of her sixth, mud caked, sexually humiliating and exhausting day in the cage, Clay carried her back into the mansion. He had several female beauticians and hair stylists on hand to make her feel beautiful again. They oiled her, massaged, her, gave her facials, and deep cleaning skin treatments. And, the hair style the chose for her was worthy of a queen. She felt like a woman again.

However, that night she found herself naked, except for vampy high heels, again in the dungeon.

“Show me a few of your most expressive and erotic poses. Show yourself to me and look at yourself in the mirror, Slave. You’ve got to be proud of what you see. Your cheek bones seem higher than they were a week ago and your body seems even leaner, if that is possible. You are a very enticing woman. I’m sure you know that is about to change. Before you leave here, you will have suffered more at my hand than at any previous time since we met. You will learn what real suffering is.”

“Oh Master, please let me kiss you before you torment me. Let me feel your hand on my body.” She pleaded.

He backed her ass against the cold stone wall and placed his hand against the back of her head. His lips touched hers tenderly. Then he pressed his weight into her body so she could feel his distended cock against her soft skin. He kissed her again more aggressively pressing her head back into his hand. Then her felt her wetness and felt the hardness of her clit.

“Master, I’m ready for your punishment. I accept your control over me and hope to please you and learn the lessons you feel I need to learn.” She said with a dreamy softness in her voice.

Clay could see that she had passed the apprehensive and fearful stages of the session and was now entering the anticipation and excitement stages.

He had her press her tits into the stone walls, stand back, and her spread her legs to their fullest and most flexible extent. Her back was bowed; she extended her ass to him and she showed off her tight cunt to him provocatively; she was tempting him to strike it and use it -- and that he did. He laid soft whispering touches from the cunt whip on the sensitive skin and tapped lightly on her soft inner thighs. He teased her there with a thin horse whip and the ostrich plum and felt her wetness increase.

When he twisted her nipples he sensed she was entering the first level of her sub space even before the first easy falls of the flogger began to caress her heaving tits. He realized it might be a full twenty minutes before her endorphins would course through her body so he started the session with a moderately intense warm up.

After he kissed her and told her how much he loved her. He cuffed her face repeatedly with a fur mittened hand. Her head snapped from side to side and she was startled. He had never struck her in the face before. It didn’t even sting her but the attendant symbolism excited her.

He told her that she was to hold herself still and exposed in the center of the room with her hands over her head as if she were tied tightly. Her will and resolve would be the only bondage. She extended herself as he demanded and he moved around her with a 25 tailed flogger of elk. She could smell the aroma of her own excitement as he landed the flogger lightly all over her body.

Over the next hour he increased the intensity of his attack on her. He stretched her spread eagle in a metal frame and blindfolded her. She was beaten -- not just whipped or spanked, but beaten. Her vocalizations were beginning to be more animalistic that human. He was sure she didn’t know what she was doing and wasn‘t processing what he was doing to her. .

He stopped beating her for a few minutes every so often and moved her so he could whip her tits and stomach then back again so he could flog her back, ass and legs. He changed the tempo and method of his torment from flogger to crop and back again. And, he changed floggers from one type to another -- going from the soft dear skin leather flogger to the modest thud of suede to the stingy leather of oil tanned cowhide.

Near the end of the torment he picked out a white cane and hit her four times quickly high on the backs of her thighs. Then her turned her around and hit her twice more high on the front of her thighs just missing her cunt. She buckled at each stroke and welts appeared as he had predicted.

Her body was bruised, marked and inflamed. She was clearly not part of the moment. She was in a world of her own.

He stayed with her during the night and kept her in loose bonds. In the morning he whipped her again lightly as she laid on the floor in her sub space. The endorphins seemed to be still at work and the pain appeared now more of a glow and remembered experience.

As she came around and began to have lucid moments she began to understand that her erotic education meant that Clay was molding her behavior, emotions, and self-image. She knew without a doubt that no mater what he did with her, she would be loved and adored. He was allowing her to explore her sexuality on many levels.

She came to more fully understand that the humiliation she felt at some of the situations she endured had more to do with her preconceived notions regarding what she felt she should or shouldn’t do than with the situations themselves. Her internal standard of what might be acceptable for her was the causal factor in terms of the reaction she felt, not the event itself. She needed to discard preconceived positions and let Clay set the standard.

And, she learned that while she was a princess worthy of his deep love, she really had given him all the power he needed to exert erotic control over her -- including beating her severely. He was the only one she trusted to inflict pain on her body and he was the only one that could turn that pain into true submissive pleasure for her. Her natural body did the transfer the pain to pleasure through her natural endorphins but he brought about the emotional stimulus to make any erotic experience exciting and pleasurable.

The beauticians tended to her body and hair once again when he carried her from the dungeon. She was to remain nude for at least three days so he could observe the markings on her body heal. She was to wear her bruises proudly.

He slipped her engagement ring back on her finger, kissed her softly on the lips, and told her the wedding would be held at the club in one week on Saturday at noon. He had designed the wedding dress and it would be ready the morning of the wedding. Her attendants would be Heather and Gail. Their dresses showed deep cleavage and a lot of leg -- ordered on a customized basis to show off their exceptional beauty and body. His best man would be Ben. Flo was to be an attendant for him as well.

The wedding dress was virginal white. It had a vale attached to a diamond tiara for her head. It covered her face and grazed her exposed tits. She was to wear her nipple extenders. The skirt was tight at the waist, very tight, and she would wear a white laceable corset that lifted her tits and held them high. The skirt was cut 8 inches above her knee; just covering the healing welts he had inflicted on her upper thighs. She wore a white garter belt and expensive white hose along with 5 inch spiked heels. No one had seen a wedding dress like it before; it was exceptionally stunning on Amy.

The bridal party arrived at the club in two stretch limousines. His side in one, and her’s in the other. Clay wore an elegant white cutaway tuxedo. Ben and Flo wore white summer weight tuxes.

The stage had been decorated to resemble an Italian cathedral. Flowers were everywhere. The crowd had arrived and the organ played some appropriate wedding sounding music but not, “Here Comes the Bride”. She had said “cumming” to her did not mean walking down an isle.

She had memorized her vows. No one had to tell her what to say.

“Master, I, Amy, want to marry you and I want to be your wife and erotic slave if you will have me. I will honor you, obey you, and be submissive to you in all things. I cherish you. You have been my teacher, friend and lover. I love you and commit to love you for the rest of my life.”

“I, Clay, want to marry you, Amy, and be your husband. I will cherish you and be faithful to you alone. I will keep you safe, and will dominate you according to your needs as I sense them. I love you and will commit to love you for the rest of my life.”

He slipped on a gold band that was designed to match the huge diamond engagement ring that gleamed in the spotlights.

The presiding justice of the peace, who was a regular participant at the club, said a few words and pronounced them husband and wife, and Master and slave, by the power invested in him.

The groom raised the vale and kissed his new bride passionately. He slid his fingers between her naked thighs and felt her wetness. She was a good student and slave. And, she would be a great wife.

Those in the audience whistled and cheered lustily. The reception line was long and amorous. Everyone wanted to hug and kiss the attendants and Amy.

A beautiful reception followed with exotic dancers and dancing. The club opened for business at its regular time. By then Clay, the bridal party and a few chosen friends were well on their way to a private cruise in the Caribbean Islands for an extended and sex filled honeymoon.

The End of “Amy’s Education” …all 8 Parts….

Note, Please take the time to critique this part of the story as well as the entire story. I can learn from your remarks and perhaps can integrate them into several more stories which I have in the pipeline. LC