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TRAINING LAURA

Dee Voyse



Publisher Information
Training Laura
published in 2014 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Dee Voyse 2014
The right of Dee Voyse to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Training Laura
Chapter 1
Laura woke up on the floor as she did every morning. She had been given a small, plush bed on which to sleep and a warm blanket. There was carpet underneath the bed anyways, should she shift around in her sleep. The bed was deep red in color and resembled a pet bed, though it had been made to her custom specifications. Well, to the specifications of her owners, that is.
She was a live-in slave to Martin and Dianne, an older married couple whom she’d met years ago at a masquerade party. Dianne was a slender blonde with rosy cheeks and a devious mind. Her husband Martin was just as perverted if not more. He had raven black hair and stood tall, towering over most anyone who approached him, but had a very relaxed and approachable demeanor. That is, until he let his playful side out. He was a gleeful sadist who enjoyed the screams of young women as he’d thwack and beat them with a variety of implements, some of which he made himself. He took pride in his hand crafted leather floggers and rattan canes and received immense pleasure from performing what he liked to call “field testing” on his submissive play friends, his slave Laura especially.
Laura curled up in her blanket and looked out the window to see the sun beginning to peak through the blinds of Martin and Dianne’s room. She was honored to sleep by the foot of their bed each night and serve them every day. This weekend, she was to take part in what Martin had termed, “slut training” and she was over the moon with anticipation. She had been serving them for over a year after having been friends with them for a good while first. In fact, it was she who had proposed the idea of long-term servitude to the couple and, after a long period of consideration, she had finally earned her collar and begun her time in service to the pair.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning and Laura wanted nothing more than to lie in her bed and watch the world go by; however, today was to be an important day in her time of service to Martin and Dianne. She would do anything to please them and she knew deep down inside that they always had her best interest at heart. She knew that she had done a good job as a slave up until that point, but she knew that her slut side definitely needed some work. A proud bisexual, she was always willing and ready to pleasure either one of her owners and allow them to use her body in any way they saw fit. Over the last month, though, she had felt that she was being used to her full potential and brought up the topic to Martin and Dianne over dinner one night. They both agreed that they wanted to see her unleash her wild, sexual side more often and - to Laura’s delight - in public as well. They enjoyed bringing her to play parties and showing her off for all to see, but there was one thing that Laura had not yet done: she had not yet been fucked in public. She had been strung up naked and made to scream, sweat, and pant in front of a crowd but it only ever went as far as a good impact play scene. She wanted to be made to cum in front of strangers and to show off her skills at sucking cock and eating pussy. She had been promised by Martin and Dianne that if her training went well that weekend, she would be rewarded by being brought to their local dungeon the following weekend and fucked by the both of them in front of everyone in the room. She was thrilled at the prospect and vowed to the both of them that she would be the best slut they’d ever seen.
Laura climbed out of her blankets and walked over to examine herself in the mirror atop a chest of dresser drawers while Martin and Dianne remained asleep. She tiptoed over to the vanity as not to wake them and looked at her reflection, studying everything about herself that both she and her owners loved. She stood naked and admired the dancer’s body that she’d worked tirelessly to sculpt for herself. She fingered the small “O” ring in the center of her thin metal collar - the key to which only Martin and Dianne held - and shook her curly auburn hair out of her face, blowing an errant strand from her eyes.
“Good morning, pet,” she heard from behind her.
It was Martin, roused from his slumber by the creaking of the floor below his slave, despite her best tiptoeing efforts.
“Good morning, Sir,” she replied with a small bow.
“Are you ready for us to train you to be our little slut today?” asked Dianne, through a yawn.
“Yes ma’am,” Laura said, bowing her head in reverence.
“Well, time spent standing there and gawking at yourself in the mirror is time you could be spending getting breakfast ready. Wouldn’t you agree?” Martin asked playfully.
Chapter 2
Laura hustled down stairs, still barefoot and naked - as she was allowed neither shoes nor clothes when at home save for extenuating circumstances - and listened to the jingle of her collar as she took each step down. She hurried to the kitchen, flipped on the lights, and began opening cabinets and grabbing items from the fridge. Her penchant for gourmet cookery came second only to her skills as a slut and she continuously strived to improve upon both very helpful and special skills every day that she spent in Dianne and Martin’s home as their slave. She worked her fingers to the bone, nearly slicing off a fingertip in an effort to more efficiently chop the extra ripe banana with which she was planning to adorn the heaping stack of pancakes she’d cooked up. Along with the pancakes, there was crispy, thick-cut applewood smoked bacon and a bowlful of scrambled eggs that she knew would please her master and mistress very much. They came downstairs to the fragrant scent of a heartfelt and sincerely prepared breakfast wearing casual clothing and smiling as their slave knelt in front of the dining room table palms on her knees, facing up, and smiling back at them.
“Sir and ma’am, breakfast is served,” she said proudly.
“Very good, girl,” said Dianne, “And what have you prepared for yourself?”
Laura gestured to the bowl in the corner of the room, which sat on a small mat and contained a slightly lesser version of the breakfast she’d so painstakingly taken care to make.
“Peanut butter oatmeal with sliced bananas, ma’am,” she said.
Martin and Dianne sat down at the table and dug in to their delicious meal.
Through a mouthful of crunched up bacon, Martin murmured, “You may now go eat,” to Laura who diligently crawled over to her bowl and slowly consumed the sweet mush she had prepared for herself. The three ate and Martin and Dianne made small talk while Laura listened intently and tried to keep her face as clean as possible while she ate, a task made difficult by the additional restriction of the use of utensils that had been placed on her as part of her contract of servitude.
“So tell me, girl: what are you most looking forward to about our weekend?” asked Martin with a raised eyebrow.
Laura looked up from her bowl and wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand.
“The opportunity to improve my service to you and ma’am, Sir,” she replied.
“Very good girl,” said Dianne, “Now that our meal is finished, you are to clean the dishes and then meet us in the living room. Is that understood?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Laura, rising up from her place in the corner and proceeding to clear the table and make her way into the kitchen to tame the mess she’d created in her breakfast frenzy.
The couple adjourned to the living room and plopped down on the couch, flipping