She awoke the next morning, sore and dreading whatever he had planned next, as he'd left her blind folded. She felt strong, bare hands left her tiny form off her bed, and put her so she was sitting on his lap with her legs dangling off to one side. She was horribly aware of how nude she was.
He brushed some loose strands of her from her face, and reflected of how much she looked like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
"Do you know why you are being punished?" he asked her,
"Because I'm a whore and an addict?"
He slapped her outer thigh with his hand.
"You will address me with respect, slut! Do not ever answer a question with another again, do you understand?" He demanded.
"Y-yes-Daddy," she sobbed, "Because I'm a whore and an addict, Daddy."
He relaxed.
"Well...close enough. Because you are abusing your body in a way no-one ever should. So, I'm going to abuse your body as well. If you listen well enough, and never hesitate in what i ask of you, I will let you leave. If you continue to disobey, your punishments will become more and more severe."
She nodded, answering "yes, Daddy."
"Very good, kitten, you're learning. Now, these are your rules while you are my slut and learning to behave. They are non-negotiable, and must be obeyed at all times. Listen carefully, because i will not repeat them again. Failure to obey a rule, or forgetting one when asked to recite them, will result in severe punishment.
Kitten will not speak unless given permission or Daddy asks her a question.
Here you are not Stephanie. You are Kitten, slut, whore or girl-and will refer to yourself as the last three.
Every seventh day is punishment day, where you will be punished for disobedience that was not bad enough to be punished right away. You will receive a small punishment each week regardless of your behaviour to remind you of your place.
Kitten will crawl on her hands and knees should I need her to move from place to place.
Eating and sleeping are now privileges, not rights. I allowed you to sleep because you did far better than I hoped, much less expected of you.
You may not cum unless I give permission.
Touching yourself, unless I desire it for my own visual enjoyment, is strictly forbidden.
Lastly, Kitten belongs to Daddy in any sense of the word. No-one else is to touch Kitten. Your body is mine to use and abuse as I wish-but Daddy will care and protect for Kitten as long as she obeys his rules and tends to his needs. If you do well, you will never want for anything again."
He looked at her, and could tell she had a question.
"Something you'd like to say, Kitten?" he asked her kindly.
"Yes, Daddy," she responded respectfully, "Do I need to earn the right to have the blindfold removed? And...have I earned breakfast?" She asked this last one sheepishly, her face flushed as her stomach made an agreeing noise.
Jack laughed, "Yes...although I do consider it to be slightly soft on you, the reason I'm allowing it is because it was your first punishment, and you did take it well."
She smiled in what she thought was the general direction of his face,
"Thank you Daddy,"
As they ate, him a large meal and hers small and simple, he went over other basics.
"You will be naked at all times, unless specified otherwise or we go out-in which case you will wear nothing that could be considered undergarments. Panties, bra, corset...nothing. You will, from now on, keep yourself free of body hair. The starburst at your chest is fine how it is. You will not wear any kind of pants. Stick with your leather skirt-I rather like that. Should i decide you will put on a public performance, you will do so. Should i decide this includes servicing another man,you will do so. If I see stocks in a town square and decide everyone should see what a slut you are and invite them to teach you a lesson,you will bend over and allow them to. Also,I feel I should emphasise two golden slut rules.
You may never cum without my permission, regardless of who you are servicing or who is servicing you.
You may not 'play' with anyone else without Daddy's permission.
Do you understand these rules as I have explained them,Kitten?"
She'd listened in stunned silence. Her mouth moved as she struggled to regain composure.
"Y-yes,Daddy,"she manage to get out.
"Good. Recite your rules,"he ordered.
She swallowed hard,but jumped right in,deciding to simply get it over with and take any punishment.
"Slut may not 'play' with others unless Daddy says she can,she may not wear undergarmets of any kind,she must be clean shaven at all times,she may not cum without Daddys permission,every seventh day is punishment day,where she will recieve punishments for disobidiance that was not bad enough to be done right away,she will recieve a small punishment regardless of behaviour to remind her of her place,uh,food and sleep are now privilages,not rights,and she is no longer Stephanie. She is Kitten,slut,whore,or girl and will refer to herself as the last three."
This last part was nearly low enough to be a whisper,but not quite,something which did in fact save her from a punishment.
"Not bad. But you forgot may not speak without permission or being spoken to,forgetting a rule or disobeying it results in punishment,not playing with yourself,and Kitten must crawl at all times unless we are out or told otherwise. Since this is your first recital,your punishments for each rule you omitted will be on the seventh day. Any other time,and punishment shall be immediate. I will tell them to you again,and this time Iwill keep them simple so even a Skooma addled slutkitten will keep them straight."
She flinched at his tone,cutting her like his whip.
"Kitten will not cum unless told.
Kitten will not walk unless told.
Kitten will not allow another to touch her unless told.
Kitten will not speak unless told.
Food and sleep are no longer rights.
Kitten will not play with herself unless told.
She is Kitten,slut,whore or girl.
Kitten is to be clean shaven.
Kitten does not speak.
Punishment is every seventh day,a small punishment given to remind her of her place,and any other punishment as needed.
Kitten belongs to Daddy. Many may play with her,but no-one else shall own her.
Did you get that? Those last two may be rather long for you to remember."
Her lip trembled,and she replied respectfully,
"Yes,Daddy."
She'd beendoing very well. Jack was surprised. And suspicious. He'd expected her to fight it more. The true test of her obediance wasn't far away,but first he wanted her as obediante as possible at this stage in her training. He'd already allowed her to remove her blindfold most days,and she was rather surprised to realise they were in a mine. It was kept warm by both a smithy and a small cavern that housed natural hot springs. She liked it there,she tended to chase the small,blind fish that lived in it.
"Bend over the horse,slut," he ordered,as she wriggled on top of said horse and lay flat,legs spread exposing her intimate area.
"Now,you will recieve your small punishment first. After that,you will be punished for every rule you forgot. You will tell me after each strike the rule you forgot,until I am satisfied and tell you to recite the next and so on. You will not be restrained. If you try to move off the horse,or away from the strikes,your punishment will intensify. Does Kitten understand?"
"Yes,Daddy,Your slut understands,"she responded.
He had a simple riding crop for this one. He knew full well she'd like this rather a lot,and was admittedly more degrading than painful.
"Count,Kitten,and beg Daddy for another after thanking me."
"Yes Daddy,"
He struck her once on the inner thigh,as she trembled and mewled.
"O-one,thank you Daddy,please give your slut another,"
He complied,this time drawing a cry of ecstasy as she became wet. He continued until she reached ten.
He rubbed his bare hand against her welts.
"Good girl,Kitten. Daddy is very pleased."
She felt tears spring to her eyes. He treated her like a whore and she liked it. He abused her,and she liked it. He denied her a name,food,sleep,and she loved it! What ever it was she was becoming,it disgusted her. She'd only obeyed this long because sooner or later he was going to take her to a town,and humiliate her publicily. He'd already said he would,and that was when she planned to make a break for it.
"Now,stay still," he ordered,snapping her out of her reviere.
The first blow was punishing. The rest were torture.
The flogger landed on her ass again and again,and she dutifully recited her rules between harsh sobs.
She was bruised,bloody,and beaten by the time he was satisfied. She lay limp on the horse, her whole body one big bruise.
He walked around,and gently wiped her tears away.
"Sssh,Kitten,ssh. As long as you remember your rules,and stick to them,you will never have to experiance that again."
She simply lay her cheek in his hand,as she slipped gratefully into unconciousness.
She awoke on the pile of furs to Jack calling her from what she now thought of as His Playroom. She crawled on all fours as fast as her battered body allowed. He turned to her when she entered.
"At my feet. On your knees. Legs spread," he snapped. She did as told at once. Something in his tone told her it was a bad day to be his toy. He sounded in the mood to break toys. She kept her eyes downcast,more out of fear than respect.
"Good,you remembered to keep your self shaven. Go back to your room and put on your leather skirt,I will have a top for you when you return. Only when you are wearing both may you stand."
She nodded,replying with the now customary 'Yes,Daddy',and hurried to do as told.
She found her skirt and wriggled into it,wishing it covered more. She returned to him and he handed her a simple loose longsleeve and a corset-that he told her would go over top.
She stood up,now fully dressed,and fought the urge to stretch.
"Good,you are nearly ready Kitten."
He produced the leather cuffs for both her wrists and ankles and buckled them tightly,but not tight enough to be uncomfortable. He picked up what she'd at first assumed to be a belt or random thick strip of leather. It was,in fact,a thick leather collar with a single heavy silver ring attached at the front. She was surprised,she's thought for sure he'd make it heavy as possible. Maybe Daddy really was proud of her...No! No,I will not think like that! He's a filthy pervert and I don't like what he does to me! I'm only doing this til i think i can make a break for it! She wondered briefly if she really thought that was true. She'd started to respond readily to Kitten,and she did like what he did. She wanted to serve him,to make him proud of His slutkitten.
Oh dear gods-he's doing it,he's actually got me convinced i want this! She felt the tears well up again. Oh,how she hated herself.
"Ready,Kitten?" He asked her, "You need to wear the bindfold again."
She nodded dumbly and responed as usual,allowing him to fasten it around her head.
He lifted her skirt to make sure she wasn't wearing panties,then told her to turn around and bend over the horse again,this time directly across its middle. As she did so,she felt his hands lightly run over her ass,before he slowly and gently inserted a finger inside of pussy.
She moaned needily, unaware she'd spread her legs wider to allow him better access. He chuckled,she really was becoming more and more obediant and even more willing. He removed his finger,ordering her to stand and lick it clean. She did so eagerly,still riled up and needy.
He lead her outside by the ring on her collar,and lifted her onto a horse. She felt a twinge of disapointment,as she'd rather hoped it would be her familar old,plodding mare. She didn't know why she thought he'd take her horse in the first place. She could tell just by feel the creature underneath her was a strong stallion only just entering its prime.
Jack swung up beside her,and cracked the reins
She could tell after half an hour of travel she'd never been here before,the smell of snow was crisp in the air,but she reckonised no other scent. Which,she supposed,was the whole point. So,if she did make a break for it,she end up hopelessly lost.
Alright,so I'll just tell the town guards who I am and that I've been kidnapped. Satisfied with this,she lent back and nodded off against Jacks armoured chest.