Originally, I had planned to leave the cell right after my orgasm, demonstrating to Emily that she now was a mere toy for my pleasure.

Unfortunately though, the precious moment of laying on my slaves warm & used body was way too sweet for me to abruptly end ( Much to Emily’s chagrin, who had mentally escaped to a kind of apathetic state ).

Eventually, I gave her a big kiss on the cheek and whispered: “You’re mine now”, as I got up.

Unsurprisingly, this didn’t spark any reaction from my unwilling pet, as her eyes remained glued to the ceiling.

Emily’s emotionally passive behavior was quite understandable. After all, she had just been violently abused and pumped full of cum. I decided to give her a little time to process the events of the day.

Upon leaving, I could still see some of my load flowing out of her used pussy. Smiling, I picked up her underwear and headed upstairs.

For the entire rest of the evening, I didn’t check in on Emily at all. After those first initial days of testing the waters, I was finally confident about my security system. I had never slept this good in my life.

As I got up in the morning and went to take a peek at one of the monitors in my surveilence room, I found my slave in the same position I’d left her in.

The harsh abuse of her body must’ve had a bigger effect than I thought.

Given the fact that my system automatically keeps a recording of the past 24 hours saved, I decided to run back the footage.

When I fast forwarded through our fucking session, my cock slowly pressing against my underwears fabric, I stopped right at the moment where I’d left the room and Emily was all alone again.

For the first few seconds, nothing happened, before she eventually sat up and inspected the mess between her thighs.

Visibly shaken by the view, my slave tried to scoop out as much of my cum out of her drenched pussy as she could. Over and over again, her fingers travelled deep inside of her hole to extract the load i’d shot into it.

A pointless effort, Emily soon realized, as more and more of it kept flowing out. Defeated, my slave could be seen dropping back onto the mattress and falling asleep, her hand still covered in our body fluids.

Before I made breakfast, I went straight to the basement, in order to clean my slave from all the filth. She was now my property, after all. And I had standards.

Startled by the heavy door, Emily’s eyes shot open as she tried to make out what was happening.

She eventually saw me enter with the now familiar garden hose in my hand.

“Come on. To the other corner”, I commanded.

My sleepy princess, still in trauma from yesterdays events, produced a loud sigh and, in an act of protest, turned away from me, as she kept laying on her mattress.

Nothing a quick electronic shock couldn’t fix, I thought to myself as I forced this 19 year old slavegirl into obedience with a single click of a button.

“Aah!”, Emily screamed as she jumped up and walked to the instructed area, her eyes angrily pointed at me.

After I had made her take off the stockings, I hosed her down with cold water, just like I did the day before. This time however, her messy pussy got even more high-pressured attention from the hose.

After she was done, I kept my shivering slave completely wet for this next lesson.

“On your knees.”

Although still furious, she did what I said.

“Legs wide apart and hands behind your back”, I further instructed. Emily adjusted her position and looked at me, eyebrows raised in confrontation, clearly annoyed at the ridiculous scenario.

“Alright slave. It’s time to go a little further.”, I moved towards her and lowered myself until we were at eye level. My hand reached out and cupped Emily’s clean pussy, as I continued: “Since I now know that this hole has potential, I decided to keep you. Congrats”, I said, underlining the words by giving her two soft slaps with the same hand, before getting up again.

Being treated like an object, completely dehumanized and unable to do anything about it, my soaked slave remained in enraged silence.

“Today, you’ll learn some proper slave positions. The one you’re currently doing is called ‘Wait’. Do you understand, slave?”

Rolling her eyes slightly, Emily answered: “Yes sir.”

“What is this position called?”, I tested.

“It’s called ‘wait’…”

The stern expression on my face immediately made her realize the mistake.

“It’s called ‘wait’, sir…”

“Good slut”, I said proudly.

“Now, I want you to hold up your hands in front of your face, as if you were praying. Your legs stay the same way. This is one is called ‘Beg’. Anytime you ask my permission to eat food, drink water or use the toilet, you will get into this position to do so. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir”.

“Good”. I took a few steps to the side, leaving my slave in her designated position for a few more seconds.

“Now, I want you to go into a squatting position. Hands behind your head again.”

When she did, I explained: “This is the ‘endurance’ position.”

This time, I took noticably longer as I walked around Emily, keeping her waiting in this uncomfortable position.

“Lower!”, I commanded, as I slapped her right asscheek.

After about 30 seconds, I noticed her legs beginning to tremble.

“Alright, good. What’s the name of that one?”, I asked once again.

“It is the ‘Endurance’ position, sir”, my slave answered, distressed by the sudden, physical challenge after several days without it.

“Go to this corner right there and stand close to it, facing the wall.”

Relieved, Emily stood up from the demanding stance and moved into position.

“As you can probably already tell, this one is called ‘Time out’. Pretty self explanatory.”

Although I could only see my slaves backside, with her wet hair hanging down on it, I knew how embarrassed she must’ve been in this moment. Voluntarily getting herself into these degrading and punishing positions.

“Those should do for now. Turn around.”

When her beautiful eyes met mine, I continued: “Now, I believe a slave who disobeys deserves to be punished. What do you think?”

Confused and with audible worry in her voice, Emily answered: “Yes..Sir.”

“Good, we’re on the same page then. When I woke you up this morning, which rule did you break, slave”, I questioned my naked and ( still ) shivering captive.

Concerned, Emily peeked at the written rules on her cell’s wall.

“Rule Number 2….Sir”, she answered, her eyes cast downwards.

“Read it”, I insisted.

“The Slave will do whatever its Owner tells her to do, without hesitation or complaint”.

Unsurprisingly, this rule turned out to be the the one my slave struggled the most with.

“There we go. Anything you’d like to say, slut?”, I asked, further degrading my “rebellious” pet.

Fearing punishment, Emily mustered the courage to say: “I’m very sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”

Thinking that this apology lacked sincerity though, I kept staring at my slaves face, raising one of my eyebrows in a confronting manner.

Breaking the awkward silence, the 19 year old continued: “….umm and please forgive me for my mistake, sir. I will follow every order without hesitation from now on, sir.”

Satisfied by her effort, I went on: “Good girl. Now, I’m afraid I’ll still need to punish you. After all, this is how a slavegirl learns her lessons.”

Upon hearing those words, Emily’s face fell, and worry crept in.

“Don’t you think so?”, I tested.

Although still anxious, she nodded in understanding.

“Good. I prepared a little audio file for this occasion. In the next four hours, you will hear a series of commands through the speakers. It’ll always be either ‘Wait’, ‘Beg’, ‘Endurance’ or ‘Time out’. All the positions you’ve just learned. As you hear them, you will adjust your body in the desired way and hold it until you hear the next one. The time gap between them is random, ranging from 5 seconds to 5 minutes.”

New tears welled up in Emily’s eyes, as she struggled to hold them back. The thought of the impending punishment was overwhelming.

“When you’re done, you’ll be allowed to eat. But if I catch you not holding a position in the correct way or stopping at any point in your task, you can prepare for a much worse fate”, I said, as I reached out and grabbed the shock collar encircling her neck.

Without a single additional word, I made my way upstairs to the surveilence room.

A smile formed on my face, when I saw my captive still standing in the middle of the room, totally lost.

With the click of a single button, I started the program and doomed her to four hours of absolute obedience.

“BEG!”, the speakers announced with a robotic, feminine voice. Startled by the sudden sound, Emily rushed into the correct position.

This was going to be a long morning for her.

to be continued.