He brought his hand down eight more times, not letting up in ferocity, the result leaving her wincing with pain. When it was done he stroked the smooth curve of her buttocks and gave a sigh of satisfaction.
“What do you say? And remember to use your sex toy voice. No need to be all serious.”
She closed her eyes and tried to speak in her best ‘sex toy voice’, but all that came out was a strangled utterance of ‘thank you’. She sounded more like a computer than a sex toy.
He sighed.
“Do you know your problem Sarah? You’re holding on too tight. And the longer you hold on, the more this is going to hurt. You need to just relax, and jump in.”
She nodded, understanding what he meant, but with no idea how to do it.
“Up,” He ordered.
She did as she was told, and stood in front of him awkwardly, unsure where to look, her previously pristine golden hair now a tousled mess, her buttocks stinging with pain, her eyes still wide in shock.
“Cover your hole sweetie. It’s not ladylike.”
She gave a slight jump, his comment suddenly making her feel exposed, and she thrust her hands in between her legs.
“Good. Now smile like the sex toy you are.”
She gave an embarrassed smile, the still very present pain in her bottom adding to her motivation to please.
“Bigger smile.”
She would never have disagreed with him, but she felt she was smiling as much as she could. Nonetheless she strained her lips, feeling the muscles in her cheek clench, as she stood grinning like a lunatic, wondering how long he’d make her stay like this, and more importantly hoping that he would be pleased.
“Very good Sarah,” he said, her heart giving a slight flutter at the sound of his praise. “But I want an even bigger smile. You’re going to have to give me more.”
A ripple of panic ran through her. Her face was already contorted into a freakish fixed grin, surely there was nowhere left to go? She willed herself to smile even further, feeling her eyes open wide as she did so, her face contorting to its limit, not daring to imagine how absurd she must look.
“Perfect,” he cooed. “Now remember, if I ask you to smile this is what I expect.”
“Yes sir,” she said through her ridiculous grin, noticing that her voice sounded more high pitched and silly.
“Good girl. Your voice is getting higher too. Very good.”
She felt her spirits lift at his words, the growing need to please forcing out her inhibitions.
“And let’s leave Sarah behind shall we? I prefer this version way more. Maybe we’ll give her a new name at some point.”
“Yes sir,” she added with an enthusiastic nod for good measure.
She felt less nervous now, as if she was growing more comfortable in her new skin.
“I want you to show me your fuck-hole, and you need to be proud of it. That’s your self-worth now. AIn fact, it’s the most important part of you.”
“I understand,” she squeaked, her face still strained into an exaggerated grin.
“You’re going to give me a show. I want you to walk out of here, and walk back in, then display your pussy to me. But when you walk I want you to bounce, as confident as you can, smiling that smile, and don’t move your hands. They need to cover your pussy until the last moment, so it’s a nice surprise for your master, okay?”
Master – just hearing that word made her feel weak at the knees.
“Yes sir!” she cooed, feeling an unexpected excitement bubble up inside her.
“Take the rest of your clothes off and give me a walk around this room, and bounce as much as you can.”
She peeled off her loosened top and tugged off her crumpled jeans and knickers. She took a breath, and began to strut.
Like smiling, ‘walking with a confident bounce’ didn’t come naturally to her, and although she tried her best to pull it off, she only succeeded in feeling extremely stupid, although she imagined that was the idea. However she was surprised at how much she was enjoying herself, her nerves having given way to a thunderous rush of excitement which now pulsated through her.
“Hmmm, good girl.”
Upon hearing his praise another wave of pleasure rippled through her, almost making her giddy.
“Now go down the corridor, and come back with one arm over your boobs, and another over your fuckhole.”
She marched out of the room and down the corridor, feeling strangely driven, as if someone else was making her decisions for her. She placed one arm across her voluptuous breasts and placed a hand over her sex. Sh strained her crazy grin as far as it would go and marched back to the living room, trying to ‘bounce’ as requested.
“Hmmmm,” came Jake’s response as she lolloped around the room, feeling more like a new born giraffe than a sex toy.
“I think less is more,” said Jake, a wry smile on his face. “Keep walking, but tone it down. Try and show off your curves. And take some fucking pride in what you’re doing.”
She immediately slowed down, trying to move slowly, and to give him a good show, feeling more ridiculous than like a sex toy.
“Better.”
“Thank you sir,” she replied without thinking.
“Now. Come to a stop in front of me, and ask me if I want to see your titties, but Sarah?”
“Yes sir?”
“When you ask this question you need to be excited. And not a normal level of excited, but super, *sex toy* excited. Can you remember a time you were very excited about something?”
Still smiling, she looked at the ceiling as she thought.
“Yes sir.”
“Well you need to channel that energy. You’re a sex toy now, which means you need to be excited, giggly, and very lustful. It probably won’t come naturally, so you’re probably going to need to force it, which is fine. But you *must* force it. Otherwise you know what will happen…”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. Now get out.”
She got up and walked out, only for him to call her name as she was at the door, stopping her in her tracks.
“And honey? Leave Sarah in the corridor. She’s boring. I only want my sex toy to come back in.”
“Yes sir,” she said firmly, surprised by how readily she agreed.
What a good idea that seemed. Sarah was indeed boring, and now she thought about it, she couldn’t wait to get rid of her.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hzb46u/sarahs_sex_toy_training_part_3
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