A Brat Taming Training Begins for a Newly Purchased Fuck Slave

Recognizing the Necessity of a Brat Taming Training

When I first saw the hot bitch on the fuck slave auction block, I knew right away I would spend anything to get her. Since she was a mouthy little brat even while being auctioned off, most other fuck slave owners didn’t want her. But that excited me. After all, I love a good brat-taming training.

Because nobody else wanted her, I won the auction for my new fuck slave for less than one hundred dollars.  Although she was clearly a little entitled cunt used to being “the other woman“, I knew I could break her during our brat taming training.  So I took her back to my home in the middle of nowhere.  After walking inside, I ushered her down to the dungeon room.

Brat Taming Training Begins

As I put shackles on her wrists and ankles and attached her to the chains hanging from the D-rings cemented into the ceiling, she started looking nervous.  First, I walked over to a table and picked up a paddle.  I walked back over to her, standing in front of her.  Then I removed my demure black dress to reveal a black latex bodysuit.

“I’m sure you’re wondering what the point of all this is,” I continued. “The point is that you are my new fuck toy. Your sole purpose in life is to give me pleasure in any way I want.  Above all, I want you to know your pleasure doesn’t matter at all.  Welcome to your brat-taming training.”

A Brat Shows Why She Needs a Brat Taming Training

But she failed to show the appropriate level of respect for me and her new role, which is exactly what I expected her to do.  Instead, she acted like an entitled brat.  “Eww, no!  Why do you think I’m going to be your personal pussy licker?” she exclaimed emphatically.

“Because you don’t want to be punished for not performing your purpose. You are going to lick me when I want you to.  In fact, you are going to thank me for it when I’m done. Finally, you are going to get your hot little pussy fucked whenever I want, as well,” I stated confidently.

“You can’t make me do shit!  I always get my way!” she shouted.

I laughed in her spoiled brat face.  “Quite the opposite from now on.  Besides, nothing is ever up to you.  These brat-taming training sessions are a reminder of who’s in charge.”

Punishing a Brat

Before another word came out of her, I pushed her to her knees and slung one leg over her shoulder.  Pulling the crotch of my bodysuit to the side, I pushed my exposed pussy onto her mouth.  Since she failed to immediately and eagerly service me, I pinched her nipple hard, eliciting a yelp from her.

I laughed as I covered her mouth and nose with my pussy, smothering any further unsolicited complaints. As soon as she struggled to breathe, she realized her only choice is learning to lick my cunt the way I liked.  Finally, her mouth opened underneath my pussy. But despite her tongue grazing my clit, I pulled my pussy away.  After all, the most important of a brat taming training is teaching the brat to crave you.

Learning to Service During Brat Taming Training

“Nope.  You can’t lick me because you want to,” I scolded. “As a matter of fact, you only lick me when I tell you to. So don’t you dare stick out your tongue again until I order you to.”

At least she didn’t argue this time.  But she did glare at me.  So I put my pussy down on her face again and used my pussy like a credit card, swiping it up and down against her nose and closed mouth like they were a credit card machine. Finally, after a couple of minutes of drenching her face in cunt juice, I commanded her to stick her tongue out.  But this time, she dutifully stuck her tongue out, allowing me to use both her tongue and face for my pleasure.  The brat-taming training is working.

Putting a Brat in Her Place

Despite her obedience, I decided to remind her of her role.  “You know what the problem is with you bratty princess-types who think you are better than everyone else?” I asked rhetorically. “You don’t know what it feels like for a real woman to dominate the fuck out of you.  Certainly, I know men try to control you, but you always pull the damsel in distress card. Then some Captain-Save-a-Ho comes along and rescues you.  But now I own you.”

“You never experienced a brat taming training,” I said, continuing to use her face and tongue. As much as she wanted to hate me, I could see the arousal in her eyes.  Then I saw her pussy, soaking wet and dripping for me.  All of a sudden, she passionately tongue-fucked my pussy.  She continued her obedient pussy licking until I came hard, squirting all over her face.  Without another word, I removed my leg from her shoulder.  Leaving her shackled with my pussy juice coating her face, I exited the room, shutting and locking the dungeon door behind me.

All in all, the first brat-taming training was a huge success.

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