Tiffany is Trained and Auctioned

Tiffany Completes Her Training and Is Auctioned

CHAPTER THREE

** Tiffany gets more tattoos and her hair is shaved. Finally, she is auctioned off and begins her new life. **

From then on, I was mostly a fifth wheel but Kaitee enjoyed having me around so I stayed. I was useful in that Tiffany still seemed to think she had to worry more about me than Kaitee. Plus, I was handy to have around for Tiffany's cocksucking lessons.

Not that there was any lack of enthusiastic subjects. Through the rest of that first week, she must have sucked thirty cocks and mine was the only white one. Tiffany was getting better, she started a blowjob with her mouth around the head, getting it as wet at she could, then licking up and down the shaft in long, slow strokes. She moaned and purred while she did, which most of them appreciated. Then, she'd go down and spend some time with the sack in her mouth, tongue gently working up and down between the balls while her hand stroked the cock gently. Just enough to keep us hard, not enough to make us cum. Then, depending on who wanted what, she might go around back and give a good, thorough rimming before coming back around to finish the whole thing off deep throat style. Her gag reflex was completely under control now and she grew more and more enthusiastic with each load she swallowed. By the time we took her back to the pole-dancing bar on Saturday night, she was slamming the cocks balls deep against her face. I thought she'd bruise her lips and chin, she was going at it that hard.

Kaitee had another agenda going at the same time. She was working on conditioning Tiffany in a classic stimulus-response manner. She had Tiffany wearing an RC vibrator most of the time now and used it to associate tasks to stimulation. When she did the dishes, the vibrator was on. When she was vacuuming the dorm, the vibrator was on. Anytime Kaitee or one of the men played with her piercings, the vibrator was on. Kaitee said she had to be careful to only pair certain things with the vibrator. If she overdid it, Tiffany's system would become confused and it would be pointless. She had a discrete list that included, among the things above: loading laundry, stir-frying (but not boiling, frying, or baking), certain songs and certain television shows. The television shows were the most challenging, Kaitee said, because they were the longest. She had a long term goal to have Tiffany with a group of their Asian girlfriends sitting through a 30-minute television show, squirming and on the edge of orgasm the whole time.

She didn't pair it to oral sex though and I asked her why. Her response scared me. "I want to make sure she takes no pleasure in that at all. Ever. Every time she does it, she must be reminded that she is doing it because I demand it and for no other reason." I didn't comment.

During that same week, Kaitee brought Tiffany back for four more tattoos and five more piercings. Tiffany still occasionally objected and had to be reminded of her situation, but her resistance was coming less and less often.

The first tattoos were a matched pair that ran up her sides, starting inside her thighs about halfway to the knee, wrapping around behind just below her ass cheeks, then coming around her hips and up her sides, crossing just underneath her breasts and intertwining between them, ending by turning back outward and coming to a point just inches from each nipple. The design was simple, just a thick dark blue stripe that tapered at the ends and was just about an inch at its widest. "Racing stripes," Kaitee had called them. Tiffany was horrified, she could never wear a two-piece bathing suit again or anything really that showed her torso. And her skirts would always have to be knee length. The ones Kaitee had hanging in the closet were cut so short they barely covered her ass. Her head spun trying to figure out what Kaitee had in mind.

The second set of tattoos decorated the lower part of her belly, just below the waist line of a set of briefs. Bikini panties or a bathing suit would reveal the tattoos, her clothing choices were being further limited. Each tattoo was a spiral of words. The first was A Slave's Promise, something Kaitee had seen on the Internet over a year ago and thought captured the spirit of servitude she was after. The second was an excerpt from one of Tiffany's emails that I'd sent to Kaitee, where she begged to be coerced into being tattooed, pierced, and sold at auction.

The piercings not completely unexpected. Their effect on Tiffany was. In fact, that night was another night that left me worrying about her mental state. The first four piercings were smallish gold rings, two in each of her pussy lips. As Manny started on the first of the four, Kaitee leaned forward and took Tiffany's face between her palms. "You are very proud of your virginity, aren't you?" I watched closely, Kaitee had used that same tone of voice when she asked earlier today. Tiffany nodded. Manny finished the first piercing and started on the second. "Well, we want to make certain we do everything we can to keep you that way, don't we?" Tiffany started to tremble. "Yes, Ma'am." Kaitee didn't say anything the whole time Manny worked on the third and fourth piercing. He dabbed Tiffany's cunt a few times, only one of the piercings was bleeding. He cleaned up and checked again to make sure it had stopped. When he was satisfied, he nodded to Kaitee. Kaitee handed him a tiny, gold, heart-shaped padlock. Tiffany's eyes grew wide and she twisted her head between Kaitee's hands. I saw her hands gripping the chair hard, she wanted to move but was afraid what would happen to her newly pierced body. Manny calmly opened the lock and used it to lock all four of the rings together. The quiet 'click' roared in Tiffany's ears. Was there even a key? Kaitee leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "There. Now you're safe forever."

The last piercing was the hardest of all. I watched Kaitee as she got up and walked out of the room with Manny. They talked in the hallway for a while and I heard Manny arguing about something. I didn't know what the fuss was about, Manny didn't seem to have any problem doing much of anything. Kaitee came back into the room and got her purse. When she came back, Manny was smiling and threw a wad of fifty dollar bills on the table behind him. He leaned over and produced a leather belt from underneath the big chair and pulled it tight across Tiffany's waist, securing it underneath on the other side. Before she could ask what he was doing, he pulled another across her chest, just below her shoulders. A third strap went across her forehead. I could see from the wild look in her eyes that she was nervous, anxious but still puzzled. A dumb animal being led somewhere...

Kaitee handed him a single ring. It was made of dull, grey iron and was just a little over an inch in diameter, maybe 3/16th of an inch thick. She held is just above Tiffany's head so she could see it. Manny reached for it and brought it down, resting it on Tiffany's upper lip, pressing it upward toward her nose. That was when she started to panic. "Kaitee, Kaitee, oh my God, Kaitee, my sister, Kaitee, no, please..."

I realized what was going on -- Kaitee was going to have Manny put the ring through Tiffany's septum. I was shocked. When she'd said 'nose', I assumed she meant a ring at the outside of one of the nostrils. I was wrong. And it wasn't a simple, thin, gold ring. It was a full inch of dull iron. Tiffany was groggy from the pain of the tattoos but still managed to put up a fight. Kaitee leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. Tiffany's body went limp and she nodded and closed her eyes.

The procedure was over in just a few minutes.

---

As horrible as the piercing was, it wasn't the Big Event of the night. That surprised me too. Kaitee drove to a ghetto area in East L.A. and parked in front of a beauty salon. She walked around and held the door for Tiffany, still woozy from the pain killers Manny gave her as we were leaving. She held her hand and they walked inside, me trailing a few steps back.

The place was full of black women, chattering and laughing, smoking and strutting their stuff. They all stopped and turned when Tiffany walked in with her swollen titties, big bubble ass and hooker outfit.

"What the *fuck* do we have here?" One of the ladies asked. She set her scissors down on the tray and strutted across the room. Clearly the Alpha Bitch. "Look at this one, girls!" She fingered Tiffany's necklace. "Says 'mudpuppy'. You know what a mudpuppy is, bitch?" Several of the other women gathered around, leaning in to watch Tiffany shiver.

"No, Ma'am..."

"Then why the *fuck* you wearin' this, bitch?" She yanked the necklace and it came loose in her hand. She held it up. "Look at this wannabee ho! 'mudpuppy'. Shiiit!" She handed it to one of the other women who dropped it on the floor. "A 'mudpuppy' is a white woman who only fucks black men. You a white woman, honey?"

"N...no,  Ma'am."

"Then why the *fuck* you wearin' this? Have you been fucking our men?" Some of the other women circled around Tiffany. Kaitee and I stood with our backs to the door watching. Kaitee told me it was all under control and I trusted her. She hadn't been wrong yet.

"Huh, bitch? You been sucking black dick?"

Tiffany didn't respond, frozen with fear and shame.

"She wants her hair cut," Kaitee called out calmly. "Don't you, Tynisha?" The women exploded then. "What the fuck you doin' callin' her Tynisha? That ain't no fuckin' Chink bitch name!"

"She wants her hair cut so her parents can see her earrings," Kaitee said.

I saw Tiffany stiffen. I could see her face in the mirror, she was horrified. Somehow, this was worse to her than the piercing or the tattoo. Her lips were moving but I couldn't hear what she was saying.

"You talkin' to me, bitch?" the woman barked.

"Kaitee, please, Kaitee, please," Tiffany kept repeating. Kaitee looked at the big woman again and nodded. Two of her friends came and took Tiffany's arms and walked her to one of the chairs. "Fuckin' Tynisha my ass!" one of them muttered.

The Alpha Bitch picked up a pair of scissors and leaned closer to Tiffany. "So, bitch, what look do you want? There are so many possibilities. Side shave, undercut with tat, full shave, side crop. Here, look at some pictures."

Kaitee intercepted the book and looked over each picture carefully. "I like this look."

"Her," Alpha snorted. "She ain't no rock star, this is your bitch slave." She crossed her arms and stared at Kaitee.

"Well, then, fine, you're the expert, you pick. I don't really care," Kaitee said. She walked away and dropped herself into a chair in the waiting area. I stood and watched for a minute, but the Alpha barked, "what you doin' here, white boy? You one of her slaves too?" I just smiled and walked away, took the seat next to Kaitee.

The haircut was over in about twenty minutes. Tiffany had come in with a classic Asian cut, rich black hair cut straight across her bangs and straight across the back, about ten inches below the neckline. The woman held up the mirror and she looked at her new 'do'.

Tiffany looked at it and started to cry. Most of the left side and the back was shaved to 1/8 inch or so, with the word 'slut' razor-carved into what little hair remained. From the part line on the left, everything swept right. The hair on the right side of her head was trimmed even with her jawline. The hoop earrings were obvious now, the smaller rings stood out against the short hair background.

Kaitee took a picture of Tiffany and the Alpha. She said it would be a nice souvenir for Tiffany later.

---

Saturday morning, Kaitee brought Tiffany down to Keesha's corner and turned her loose. She was wearing a black vest and tiny black leather skirt with nothing underneath. She had an even higher pair of boots, they came up well past her knee. Her skin hadn't turned much darker even though she kept up the appointments at the tanning salon. She may have hit the saturation point but that was fine, her skin was dark and creamy, the color somewhere between burnt umber and chocolate. Her ass and chest hadn't lost an inch of their size and I wondered it might be permanent. The vest was held "closed" by a short length of chain but it just barely hid the piercings.

Her haircut, piercings and tattoos made her a star attraction on the corner. Kaitee had threatened that today she would be servicing all the ass-busters, but when we got there, she told Keesha to keep it all oral. I didn't know what that was about but Kaitee assured me it was better this wya. The anal thing had to remain out there as a threat -- it would give her leverage with Tiffany if she ever needed it again. Which was doubtful.

Tiffany spent ten hours on the corner with no dinner and only one toilet break. She sucked fourteen men -- all black -- and brought in over three hundred dollars, which Kaitee let Keesha keep.

"Bring her back anytime," Keesha laughed.

They got back to the campus at nine and Kaitee had Tiffany shower and change into another copy of the exact same outfit. She checked the padlock and the anal dildo then drove her to one of the frat houses. There was a loud party going on. The house was packed, the front lawn crowded with drunk men and a few women, drunk and staggering. A big Mexican man named Ruiz met her at the door with a beer bottle in his hand. He handed Kaitee a stack of bills and led Tiffany into the front room.

Kaitee and I had some dinner and went to the movies. We got back at two in the morning and found Tiffany in a corner, propped up on pillows, naked with a handwritten sign around her neck that said "I swallow." Her face and hair were matted with cum, and more was running down her neck and covering her chest. A glob of it hung from the nose-ring and a line connected that to her chin. She looked like a bukakke poster.

Someone had tied strings to her nipple rings and hung small bells from them. We watched while a man staggered toward her, took another drink from a half-empty Corona, and dropped his pants. Tiffany threw her arms around his waist and attacked his cock with enthusiasm, ramming it into her face fast and hard. Kaitee nudged me and held a hand behind her ear. You could just barely hear the bells ringing over the loud rock and roll music. Kaitee smiled and yelled to me, "I have to remember that."

The man pressed his hands against the back of her head and held her tight while he unloaded into her throat. She swallowed it all, then made loud slurping noises as she cleaned him off. That was when she saw us. Ruiz walked over and we talked. "The party's winding down. We're done with her if you want her back." Kaitee nodded. Ruiz handed the leather to Kaitee and walked away without saying anything to Tiffany. She hung her head as it hit her -- she was just an object at his party, something to be used and then sent away.

"Let's go," Kaitee said. She walked toward the door, Tiffany staggering behind her. "My clothes..." Kaitee didn't slow down. Tiffany walked through the crowd of party-goers in the front room and on the front lawn. It was several blocks to their dorm and Tiffany was terrified that someone would call the police. Kaitee seemed not to notice as couples walked by us, talking to each other about the naked woman walking across campus. Some thought she was drunk, some thought she was a streaker. Nobody seemed to think much of it. Another surprise for me. Southern California. Damn!

---

The next weekend, it all came to a head.

Mid-week, Tiffany received notice that she was failing all four of her classes and that there were rumors around that campus of inappropriate behavior. All of her lawyers except Allan had withdrawn their support and interest. The girls in the dorm shunned her completely and she took to showering in the middle of the night to avoid them. She received only one correspondence from her parents. It was from her father who said she'd broken her mother's heart with her behavior at their home and her tuition money was being stopped. She need not contact them again until she turned her life around.

Kaitee took her back for injections when she lost about an inch around her ass, she came back two inches larger than before. Kaitee didn't let her go to her classes, she dropped her off with Keesha at eight in the morning and picked her up at eight at night. On Wednesday, Keesha took Tiffany into one of the rooms and started talking to her about how hard it must all be and how she understood her fear and confusion and then she was on her and Tiffany had her first girl-girl experience. When she described it to us on Wednesday night, we both knew she would repeat it and she did. Twice on Thursday and twice on Friday. That had been a very low barrier to get over. It made sense, her days were supercharged with sex, the hormones that helped swell her ass and chest also made her body hypersensitive to touch and no doubt clouded her judgement a bit. Just after midnight on Friday, we brought her back to the corner but Keesha took her upstairs right away. Tiffany spent from twelve until six in the morning on the mattress with one after another of Keesha's girlfriends, eagerly learning and perfecting the other half of her oral skills.

Kaitee let her sleep from six o'clock till noon, then announced calmly that today was the day. Tiffany was going on Internet auction. I still had another two weeks left and wasn't thrilled to hear the news. This wasn't part of what I'd signed up for. Selling a human being on the Internet? I told Kaitee I had to run some errands for work but I needed to get out of there and think about my options. I couldn't let this happen, I'd need to go to the authorities. But everything would be revealed and Kaitee would have destroyed my life as well as Tiffany's. The more I thought about it, the more I realized Kaitee could get off scot-free. All of the evidence the police would find would link Tiffany and me, Kaitee would be no more than a name mentioned in the overall story. There was no proof she was the mastermind. She'd played me too. She was brilliant.

I decided I needed to see it through. I would watch the auction then drop everything into the hands of the police before she was "delivered" to the high bidder.

Kaitee drove us all to an upper-class neighborhood in the Hills. The gate opened and we drove another half-mile to the big house. Inside were two dozen people, all dressed in elegant evening clothes and wearing masks hiding their eyes. The doorman greeted Kaitee and immediately a short man presented himself. "Everything is in order," was all he said.

Kaitee led Tiffany down several halls and into a large room in the west wing of the house. There was a ring of chairs surrounding a foot-high platform. There were also half a dozen camera on stands arranged around the room, including one that hung overhead. People began arriving immediately. Kaitee led Tiffany into the middle of the round platform then walked away and sat in a chair at the back of the room.

Tiffany was wearing a single piece of clothing, a floor-length velvet cape that opened in front. She had been gripping it tightly from the inside since Kaitee put it on her three hours ago. She'd stood beside our table while we ate dinner and talked, she'd reached a single arm out to bring our coffee to the table one at a time at the cafe, and she'd held it closed while she walked from the car to the room.

The chairs filled quickly and the lights in the room went down. A spotlight came on, shining in Tiffany's eyes, ringing her with a circle of light in the black room. The short man stepped out of the shadows and announced to the crowd that the auction would begin as soon as the Internet cameras were online. A voice from overhead said, "proceed," and red lights on each camera lit up.

He was professional and polite. He unsnapped the collar of the cape and it dropped to the floor, revealing Tiffany's naked body in the spotlight. The piercings sparkled and the tattoos stood out in stark relief against her chocolate skin.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our latest well-trained object of lust. It does not have a name, that is yours to grant or not grant as you see fit. That is, IF you are the lucky high bidder!" He walked around her once, stopped in front of her and ran a finger through her hair, pushing a stray strand back over her shoulder.

"Do I hear an opening bid?"

Someone in the back called out "$12.95" and everyone laughed.

The auctioneer held up his hand and said, "let's examine the feature on this model, shall we?" . He stepped up, pulled back her lips, and tapped her teeth. "Solid and healthy. She was raised in an upper class neighborhood and well fed, well exercised, and, more recently, well-trained." He turned to Tiffany. "Show us your tongue." She stuck out her tongue. The single gold ball glittered and the bidding started in earnest. He poked the end of a metal pointer through both nipple rings and lifted her breasts. She began to respond then, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Conditioning," Kaitee said from the back of the room. "Her body has been trained to respond to this sort of treatment. You will begin to smell her female scent soon." I saw that those words had the expected effect on Tiffany, her nipples stiffened and she balled her fists -- always a sign she was getting aroused but didn't want to show it.

"Turn around," the auctioneer said. Tiffany turned. As she moved, he traced a finger along the spiralling tattoos that went up her sides and down her legs. I could tell that touch was turning her on too. Tiffany had always cum easily and this night would be no exception. He pointed out the calf tattoos and the bidding went up again.

"If you would all look at the monitors," he said. He took one of the cameras from its stand and held it in his hand. "Spread your legs." Tiffany started crying then, trembling and whimpering to Kaitee. In a very calm voice, Kaitee said, "spread your legs." Tiffany moved her feet and squatted slightly.

The man moved the camera slowly up her thigh, focusing close in on the "puta barata" tattoo. "Cheap whore," I said for no particular reason. He went to the other tattoo "ho dog". I said, "girl that will give it up like a bitch in heat." I wanted to earn my money. The bidding went up again. She was about to break ten thousand dollars.

"There are two more features of her body you should know about. First off, she is still a bona-fide virgin. And she intends to remain a virgin. The purchaser can make that decision for her, but for now..." he tilted the camera to show the padlock that held her lips together, "...that decision is moot."

There were excited voices all through the room. The Internet Bid screen flashed again and again and the bid went quickly to eighteen thousand dollars.

"Her other unique feature is a very special one. If you looked at the information packet you were sent, you have seen that most of the men she chooses to sleep with have been large, very well-endowed black men." I watched Tiffany's face as this lie settled in among the crowd. "And, if you watched the videos we posted, you know that she is typically taken anally." Another lie but who was counting? "So, her trainers have conditioned her anus and rectum for the kind of treatment she can expect. Bend over and hold your cheeks."

Tiffany turned bright red and tears welled up in her eyes. She turned around and bent at the waist, her hands on her ass cheeks. "Now, I believe your trainer wants to demonstrate this feature?" Kaitee stood up and walked to the platform.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you for your interest in this slave. She has been well trained and will be I believe, a pleasant addition to any collection you might already have." She turned to Tiffany and said, "push." Tiffany sobbed softly. I could see the concentration on her face before I heard the hushed whispers from the audience.

A round, black rubber bulb was appearing from inside Tiffany's ass. It bobbed out and in a few times like a prairie dog peeking out of its hole. A few voices called out bids but in a hushed tone.

"Now, remember, you are welcome to discontinue this training at any time..." Kaitee said as Tiffany strained. The thing appeared now -- it was the head of a dildo, two inches around and slick and shiny. "...depending on how you choose to use the slave's body..." Tiffany was sobbing loudly now as the thing snaked out of her ass. It hung in the air, nine inches of thick, black, rubber and it was still sliding out. "...but rest assured that if you *do* choose to make this one an ass-slut..." Tiffany pushed again and the thing fell to the floor. "...you will not be disappointed." Kaitee told her to pick it up and Tiffany did, holding it for the audience and the cameras to see. It was a double-headed dildo, a full fourteen inches long, three inches in the middle, two inches at the heads. "And don't forget, not only is she trained to hold this inside her, notice how willing she was to put on a show for you. She loves being on display."

The bidding ticked up again and Kaitee gave Tiffany a swat on the ass. Twenty-two thousand dollars.

"Now, one last thing. Since her training began several months ago, she has been perfecting her oral techniques on both men and women. We can put a pause to the bidding for the next two hours and anyone who wants to sample her skills is welcome to. For those of you online, you may ask someone in the room here to describe her talents for you and you may ask them and her to do anything you desire. The limits of the cybernetic age." A quiet laugh all around the room.

"On your knees then," he said. Obediently, in a daze, Tiffany knelt. She put her hands behind her back and leaned her head back, opened her mouth.

Kaitee's voice came from the back of the room. "You see how well trained she is? Obedient? Mouth open, knees wide, head back for your pleasure." The crowd voiced its approval. Kaitee came to the front and stepped on the platform again. She leaned down and kissed Tiffany on the cheek. "Do a good job, my darling. Make me proud."

---

All of that happened several months ago. I'm back at work and looking forward to my next job. My stories are coming along, people seem to like them, so I'll keep writing them.

Tiffany thinks about me often. I'm not guessing, I know. But it isn't as flattering as it might be. More on that later.

I've got a steady feed from Kaitee's place that I look at now and then. A bit less now than a few weeks ago. I feel a little sorry for Tiffany but it could have been a hell of a lot worse.

Kaitee rigged the bidding. She "bought" Tiffany with funny money -- an agreement with the man whose house they'd used that he could "drop by anytime". Her boyfriend had been behind it all along -- even I didn't know that. Kaitee was not very good at giving head but he loved getting it. Being an obedient Korean wife, when Kang-Dae told her he wanted a female slave to learn the right way to suck his cock, she made the arrangements. She knew Tiffany had a submissive streak and that she worshipped Kaitee, so the choice was simple. The last thing Kaitee wanted was to bring a stranger into the house. At least she knew Kaitee.

One the plan was put into effect, Kaitee discovered her own dark side. She found that she enjoyed everything she was doing to Tiffany and let her imagination run wild.

After they bought her at the auction, they assigned her the day job of household help. It made graduate school a lot easier for Kaitee and life a lot more fun for Kang-Dae. Tiffany cooked all of their meals, did the laundry, kept the place clean, did the dishes, and ran errands. If Kang-Dae or Kaitee needed some tension relieved, Tiffany serviced them immediately and thoroughly.

Kaitee did add one new twist. Tiffany was naked all the time. Well, nearly naked -- she wore her piercings and a shiny steel chastity belt twenty-four/seven. As near as I could tell, she hadn't cum since the night before the auction. I enjoyed watching her those first few weeks, hands and legs trembling as she did the dishes and the conditioning kicked in. She'd stop every few minutes and wipe the sweat from her forehead. Some days, she'd play with the nipple rings, some days she'd dry hump the corner of the washing machine or sink but it was no use. The metal plate was completely solid and all she did was drive herself to further frustration. Kaitee had done her conditioning job well. Even now, this many months later, the arousal of a simple task like doing the dishes could drive Tiffany half-insane. She'd wash a few plates then step away and do something else. But -- as Kaitee had predicted -- the hunger brought her back and she'd do another few dishes. It was a vicious cycle and she was doing it to herself. I felt sorry for her and stopped watching a few weeks ago.

I mentioned above that Tiffany thinks of me often. The reason is that Kaitee -- always thinking, always plotting -- came up with another way to indluge her love of Behavior Modification through Operant Conditioning. She's instituted a plan by which Tiffany can periodically earn a day of her old life back. Here's how it works.

When her household chores are done and if there is nothing special on Kaitee or Kang-Dae's schedule, Tiffany is free to do housework at either of two homes in the neighborhood. She puts on a simple print dress and walks about a mile in either direction, always calling first to make sure the residents don't have something else planned.

She can do dishes, polish the banisters, pull weeds, vacuum the carpets, and any of a variety of other menial tasks. She's paid $2.50 an hour and gets to keep it all. When she gets enough money to pay for an airplane ticket and a hotel, she can call and invite me to come and visit.

Kaitee lets her get herself made up and put on a black human hair wig that makes her look more or less like she did before this all began. She removes the nose ring -- a while back they replaced it with a stainless steel sleeve through the septum so now it's removable.

When I get there, she's waiting, standing naked in the middle of the library, the key to the chastity belt in her outstretched hands, her clothes for the evening laid out on the sofa behind her. When she sees me, her face lights up. As I come closer, her body starts to shake, like a puppy does when its master comes into the room. I undo the chastity belt and remove it, watching her struggle to keep her hands stiff at her sides.

Sometimes, I let her masturbate right then. That's the most intense. She starts off standing, drops to her knees, and soon is on her back with her hips bucking up and down as she brings herself off over and over again.

Other times, I take her up the ass first. She still hates it. She isn't allowed to use those little dildoes to stretch herself out anymore. I think she's a better ride when it hurts. I let her touch herself while I ream her ass. It feels better when she cums, her body twitching, her little asshole clenching hard as she spasms.

Then, she gets dressed in one of those same types of sexy outfits she used to wear when she was a grad student and professional tease. Short skintight dress, shimmery stockings, high heeled shoes, expensive jewelry. We go out to dinner and then clubbing. I let her dance with anyone who has the balls to ask but nobody gets to touch her. It's amazing how quickly she gets back into "tease" mode -- it's ingrained in the bitch. She lets them buy her drinks, flirts, rubs up against them like she's marking territory, but they don't get more than a peck and a grab at her ass. I've seen her get off slow dancing with them but they get nothing out of the deal. I guess you can't breed that kind of thing out an an animal.

Allan and I have exclusive use of her asshole. Kang-Dae isn't interested in anything but her mouth and when Kaitee does pimp her out -- for parties or just for fun -- it's oral all the way. Allan and I get her ass, nobody has ever fucked her pussy. Tiffany is going to die a virgin.

Sometimes, I take her back to my apartment and entertain myself watching her masturbate herself to a frenzy, sometimes I tie her up and watch her squirm in frustration. Those times with me are the only times the chastity belt comes off so she makes the best of them, spending every minute she can with her hand between her legs.

For my part, it's hard to imagine a better situation. I have a hot little number who spends all of her free time earning money to pay my way to fly cross-country and fuck the hell out of her asshole. How many guys can say that?