Bought and Trained by Emily Tilton

can understand the nerves, I’m pretty sure you’ll get used
     to the idea that your safety—even your happiness, in a roundabout way—is my most important
     responsibility. Your owner wants a well-trained girl, and well-trained girls need
     to know that they are safe, so that they can focus on their training, and, afterward,
     on pleasing their masters.”
    He picked up Schoolgirl Tales from the dresser, and looked at the picture on the cover, of the barely legal girl
     in the plaid skirt, bent over her desk, looking back over her shoulder with her hand
     upon her bottom as if to shield it from the headmaster’s cane.
    “I can’t say I’m surprised, Rose, though I did want to read a little more of ‘Backdoor
     Pleasures.’” He opened the book to the place where Rose had put the tissue, at the
     start of ‘No Panties for Alice.’
    “No Panties for Alice,” he read. He looked at Rose, with a sort of librarian-ish air.
     “Alice gets butt-fucked, I hope?” he asked.
    Rose swallowed, and nodded her head where it lay upon the pillow.
    “Well, that’s promising, at least,” Leo said.
    He settled himself in the chair. “So, Rose,” he said, “I’ll read until you come. There’s
     no right or wrong way for you to play with yourself, except for one thing: you may
     only touch your pussy from under your thighs. Understand?”
    “Yes, Master,” Rose said. She said it automatically, and that little thing confirmed
     again that he had broken her.
    “Very well. Let’s begin.” He turned his eyes to the page, and began to read aloud,
     pausing at the end of every few sentences to glance at the progress of Rose’s self-abuse.
    “The headmaster called Alice to his study on the first day of the second week of term.”
     Rose had closed her eyes, and her face wore an expression of concentration, as if
     she were trying to forget that she was putting on a show for the camera. Leo was unconcerned;
     not only could she not forget, but he was sure she would soon be opening those eyes
     of her own accord. “‘Alice,’ he said, ‘you have been chosen by me for a special tutorial.
     You will come here to my study every day at this time, and learn certain important
     things about your body, and about the ways of men.’” Rose gave a low moan at the bit
     about Alice’s body, and Leo watched the fingertips of her right hand touch her pussy
     lips very lightly. Sure enough, her eyes flicked open, and he watched her see, in
     the mirror, what her hand was doing, and instinctively do it a little more firmly.
    “Alice was confused, but she said ‘Yes, headmaster.’ The headmaster said, ‘Alright,
     then, I shall see you tomorrow. Listen carefully, Alice. You must remove your panties
     before you come to my study.’” Really, it was a charming story, Leo thought, as he
     watched Rose lose herself in the feeling of playing with her own bare pussy as if
     it were someone else’s, and of feeling how the loss of her grownup hair there made
     it strange and sensitive. She arched her back, and then relaxed it; she moved her
     head from side to side.
    “‘But, sir,’ said Alice, ‘I mayn’t go back to my room during the day!’ ‘What is that
     to me?’ asked the headmaster. ‘You’ll just have to do without panties entirely, it
     would seem.’ The next day, Alice had to keep her hands on her knees, to hold her skirt
     down, all through her morning classes, before it was time to go to the headmaster’s
     study at 11, while all her friends went to study hall, giving her envious looks as
     they went.”
    Rose had worked the two middle fingers of her right hand upward, and was rubbing her
     clit quickly, breathing hard. Leo watched her eyes open again, to steal a look at
     the mirror, and heard her give a little gasp at the sight of the bad girl, in her
     cuffs and belt and collar, commanded to put on this lewd show for the camera, and
     for the mirror.
    “As soon as the headmaster had let her in, and closed