Very First ******* Experience Firsthand, Literally Firsthand

I was brought to my mentor's dungeon when I was about 16.
She had one of her young 18 year old slaves and she was instructing me on how to "break" in a slave, by slow physical, mental and emotional means.
I was quite scared because this was my first attempt at breaking in a slave, but she walked me through it step by step and told me exactly what to do.

She instructed me to ***** off the girl's clothing by force. Tearing everything off, ripping it to pieces and leaving absolutely nothing not even a shred or fiber. Except for her Pantyhose, because my mentor knew I have an almost unhealthy obsession for them.

Next she informed me that I need to bind the girl and make her helpless and vulnerable to any assault, so I decided to use suspension to keep her anchored in place and keep her on her tiptoes so she could not run away or fight back.

While she hung there by her wrists, i continued to wrap her body in rope, following the lessons of Shibari I have been studying and practicing. Once I was finished with the Karada (Rope Body-Harness).

After that my mentor handed me a riding crop, a nine-tails whip, and a bullwhip and instructed me to begin beating the girl, whipping her and abusing her physically meanwhile I should insult her, ask her degrading and humiliating personal questions, and try to pry into her personality, her beliefs, her ideals, her religion, and her life.

I knew this girl was molested and raped by her uncle when she was a child, almost an infant, so I focused on that. Asking her questions about what happened, how he touched her, when he would visit her, when did he take her virginity, what did her parents think, and how ashamed she was when she finally admitted to it when she became an adult and there was nothing they could do about it since it was no longer a legal case.

I made her feel even more ashamed by making her go through it step by step, telling her to relive the whole situation again in her mind. Meanwhile I would whip her and lash her with the riding crop whenever she would hesitate, stutter, or mutter something in a low whisper.

She was sobbing and crying hard, but there was clearly a trail of wetness oozing and dripping down her inner thighs, so I confronted her about it, I made her admit that even though it was degrading and humiliating and disturbing to be raped and molested as a child, and by her own uncle, it was also arousing and was at the heart of her sexuality as she became an adult. Deep down inside she craved it, she wanted to be molested and raped even more, not just by her uncle, but by her father, her brother, and strangers wherever she was alone and vulnerable, or even in public places surrounded by dozens of people, or even thousands.

I continued prying into her past, and her psychology. I made her admit to ************ at school after losing her virginity to her uncle a few nights before, and how much she enjoyed being with older men, and being used like nothing more than a sexual object.

By now she was completely soaked in her inner thighs so I began tugging and pulling on the rope between her crotch, making it grind back and forth across her ***** and *******, and made her pantyhose cling to her crotch, meanwhile I spanked her with my bare hand and squeezed, pinched and tugged on her breasts and nipples.

She screamed and cried out, saying that it hurt, but clearly her body was enjoying it even more. The harder I was with her body, the more rough i was with her sensitive parts, the more she whimpered and moaned in pleasure.

I began calling her names and insulting her, telling her she was a sick twisted little girl, and that she enjoyed having her uncle's big fat **** inside her child *****, ripping and stretching her apart, breaking her hymen, and leaving behind a mess of blood and *** on the bedsheets.

After that I slipped my fingers inside her soaking wet ***** and ******* and begin fingering both of her holes with a quick and violent pace. Bringing her to the edge of climaxing and backing away, making her beg for it, making her squirm and cross her legs.

I guess at that time I should have stopped, but I was enjoying her reactions far too much. It was a humorous and whimsical experience for me. I was enjoying this part of my training as a Master, and looking forward to doing it again and again. But like I said, I should have stopped, because unbeknown to me, my mentor had spent some time with the girl and made her drink several glasses of water, making her bladder full and ready to burst before I arrived and began to train with her.

As I was fingering the poor girl, I should have known that she wasn't crossing her legs to keep my fingers out of her, but the pressure on her bladder was causing her embarrassment because she didn't want to **** all over herself, so she began to beg for freedom, for me to release her, and let her go. She begged to use the bathroom, but by then it was too late.

I suddenly felt a gush of warm hot liquid splashing all over my hand as I was fingering her *****. At first I thought it was her climaxing and having a powerful squirting ******, but no. It was her ******* all over my hand and fingers. I felt the warm liquid all over my digits, and realized it was adding more lubrication and allowed me to finger her even faster and harder.

I then took my hand away for a moment and knelt down, watching in amazement as more and more hot **** gushed out from her *****, squirting all over her pantyhose, running down her legs, soaking into the nylon and collecting in a puddle under her feet. I was enthralled by the vision of **** squirting out from her urethra. I didn't have much experience with seeing a girl pee previously, so I was in awe of it, and I was becoming more and more aroused by it.

As she finished ******* all over herself, I slowly lowered her down from the ropes and shoved her face into the puddle of **** on the ground, making her mash her breasts against it, making her smell it, and treating her like a dog who had just took a **** all over the clean carpet. By my surprise, she began licking it up, and begging me for forgiveness for being a dirty little girl. I continued rubbing her face into it, getting it all over her hair and face.

Then I shoved her down onto her stomach and began to force my **** into her tight little ***** and began ******* her right there and then in front of my mentor. She was so juicy, wet and slippery from all her juices and ****. I was sliding in so quick and fast that I could feel the warmth and pressure of my *** building inside of my ****, ready to explode at any moment.

But then my mentor stood up from her chair and whispered into my ear. She simply asked "How humiliated do you think she would be if someone was to **** all over her, and make her drink it?"

I was almost shocked by what she had asked, but I was also aroused by the idea as well, even though I had never done it before. Well unless you count ******* all over my sister's arm and leg when she had been stung by a jellyfish. But I was curious to what reaction it would have on this girl. So before I could finish ******* inside of her juicy little *****, I grabbed her soaking wet hair, pulled her up and shoved my hard **** into her mouth, ordering her to blow me and swallow every single last drop. But unaware to her, I was planning to **** inside her mouth and force her to drink it all.

I felt the pressure building, and before I could stop myself a blast of hot yellow **** exploded from my **** and hit the back of her throat. And it continued flowing, so much so that she had to open her mouth and gasp for air and try to keep herself from drowning on my ****. I squeezed her jaw, forced my **** back inside her mouth and ordered her to swallow it and drink it all. She tried turning her head away, causing me to **** all over her face and into her eyes, but i managed to get it back inside her mouth.

And then she continued to suck on it hard like a baby and a pacifier. She swallowed as much as she could, but sometimes she would choke a little and spit it up, and caused me to **** all over her breasts and cleavage as she gasped for air.

I finished ******* all over her and made her drink as much as she could before going back and making her give me a *******. She looked up at me with black mascara running from her eyes, and she looked like a pathetic gothic **** to me, making my **** begin to pulsate in her throat as it erupted and blasted into her mouth. She hungerly swallowed all of it and looked up at me with a smile as she opened her mouth and showed proof that not a single drop was left.

But that was not the end of our mutual training.
We went on to do more together.
But ever since then, I do believe both of us have a STRONG passion for watersports. And to this day, whenever I am intimate with a girl, have a very close female friend, or if I am training a new slave; I delight in asking to join them in the bathroom and watch them pee. Especially if they are unashamed to **** in their pantyhose and get them filthy.