Kristen Is Trained

Deborah took Kristen onto an anti-gravity lift in the eastern portion of the Central City. The residential building in which Deborah lived was shaped like a rounded cylinder about 40 stories tall. Deborah put her face to a scanner that read her retina prints and whisked her up to the 25th story.

Kristen smiled slightly as the lift extended an enclosed tube that connected with the outside of the building. The mazerian glass window parted, letting Deborah lead Kristen through.

"I kinda thought that you and High Master Kenn were important enough people that you'd live in penthouses," Kristen said, sort of timidly.

Deborah glanced at Kristen but wasn't offended at all by the remark. "It's one of the reasons we don't," she said. "A lot of people are curious about you, and are going to want to at least look at you, if not touch you. And you'll want to let them."

"I will?" Kristen sounded baffled.

Deborah led Kristen into the living quarters. One spacious room was modeled and furnished and painted to look much like Kristen's old room in her parents' residence, although it was wider and longer, with a larger bed. Deborah sat in the desk-chair and Kristen kneeled in front of her.

"Remember how it felt when I was fondling and caressing you in the town square?" Deborah asked.

Kristen's face lit up and she giggled. "How could I forget," she said playfully.

"As a regular woman-child, it still would have been enjoyable, but not nearly as much as you actually enjoyed it," Deborah said. "A girl's sexuality is very highly magnified in three key ways. First, you're more desirable and appealing to all the human senses. How you look, how you sound, how you smell, how you feel to the touch, and even how you taste when oral stimulation is done on your body. Second, your desire for sexual pleasure is dramatically increased. You'll always be lusting for it. Think about every time your skin was touched, your body was touched, since your mother began preparing you to meet Kenn and I."

Kristen got a dreamy look. "You're right, it felt fantastic. I never wanted to touch and finger my own body so badly before."

Deborah's face turned serious, even a little stern. "That's why the third part is the most important, and it's not something to dismiss or take lightly," she said. Her words were soft but firm, and she lightly cupped Kristen's chin in her hand. "You know that after completing Lifesleep, you continue to look the way you did just before beginning it? If you undergo it at an older age, you'll always look that age?"

Kristen nodded.

"Girls undergo Lifesleep at the height of puberty," Deborah said, and it sounded like a warning. "As a result, your body retains a number of traits associated with puberty, and they stay with you. For the rest of your life, your body will experience sexual pleasure much more easily and intensely than anyone else. You'll always be very receptive to people touching you in the right places, and you'll enjoy it so much more than anyone else would, or could. The pleasure you'll feel from being sexually stimulated will be euphoric, and it's very easy for you to become addicted to it. You'll even want to be addicted."

Kristen couldn't help but feel a bit giddy. "Sounds like I'd be way too much for my secondary school teachers to handle."

"That's EXACTLY it," Deborah lectured patiently, but in a tone that made Kristen suddenly feel meek. "As a girl, you're the ultimate sexual plaything. You won't need 'sex toys' because you literally are one. We live in a society that's so open and hedonistic that sex between siblings, even parents and children hasn't been taboo in many, many decades. But despite that, very few immediate family members do it. When your mother and sister helped you snap those nudes for you, you remember how you said your sister was so turned on, and you enjoyed that yourself? But I noticed you didn't say that your mother felt that way too. It sounded like she had a lot more control, even if she had to fight to maintain it."

"Yeah, she did," Kristen admitted. "I don't know if she was fighting to stay that way, but she really held herself back."

"There's a reason men-children and women-children go through secondary school for seven years before starting to have sex," Deborah said. "One of the most important things you learn is control. But now that you're a girl, control isn't a factor anymore. You'll never have more than a little. Your heightened desire for the incredible bliss you'll feel from being stimulated will be overwhelming. That's why just learning to train a girl takes so long. Many of the longest-lived girls went through a great deal of misery and heartache, not only for themselves but everyone around them, until people like Kenn and I learned to train them. That's a great responsibility on me, because I'll be your control for a very long time."

"Until I grow up psychologically and mature?" Kristen asked.

Deborah got a look on her face that told Kristen the answer was probably going to hurt. The mistress got up from her seat and kneeled face to face with her. Letting go of Kristen's leash, Deborah slowly took her into a hug, very carefully placing her hands, aligning her body close to Kristen's in just the right way that it would comfort her rather than arouse her.

"Master?" Kristen's voice was very timid now. She understood that even though Deborah was a woman and her 'official' title as a girl trainer was Mistress Deborah, she would be calling Deborah 'master' whenever speaking directly to her.

"You won't be, Kristen," Deborah said.

It hit Kristen in her stomach like a ton of bricks. She began to feel very scared, very vulnerable. Tears began to glisten in her eyes.

"You're an eternal fifteen-year-old," Deborah said softly. "A teenager for life. That's one reason you'll always be near insatiable sexually. Everything you love, you'll never outgrow or get tired of. Everything you don't like, is unlikely to ever 'grow on you.' Everything you think, every way you feel and believe, is what you'll always feel and believe. This makes it near impossible for secondary school teachers to teach you anything more. They can get you to learn, but they can't get you to appreciate. They can't get you to respect."

"So how will you?" Kristen asked.

"Sometimes I'm just going to have to impose it on you, the way your parents would, but in different ways," Deborah said. "And you won't like it, and I won't like it. Hey, that's life, right?" She smiled a little.

Kristen nodded and tried to smile. Something about Deborah smiling at her was infectious.

"That was one reason you needed to come here to be with me," Deborah said. "I've already come to love you, Kristen, and as time goes on I'm sure I'll love you more. But first and foremost, you're my captive. My prisoner. There have been a few girls who couldn't handle that. They were too rebellious and disrespectful of authority figures, traits carried over from when they were women-children. Many of them have led, and are still leading unhappy lives. No matter how advanced our society and life has become, technologically, scientifically, philosophically, so much that even God said goodbye, life will never be perfect. It can be tough, it can be hard."

Kristen put her head back on Deborah's shoulder. "I'm already really glad you came for me," she said.

Deborah grinned. "You seemed confused a few times through the day, when we asked you to do something, and you did it."

"Yeah," Kristen said. "Like some inner voice in my own head, commanding me to obey."

"I was given your secondary school profile," Deborah said. "Your teachers said you had a taste for basic bondage, and began to see the role of a bondage submissive as your preferred style of sex?"

Kristen drew back again and looked curiously at Deborah. "Becoming a girl made those feelings so much bigger?"

Deborah smiled. "You understand what's happening to you."

"I'm beginning to." Kristen put her head back on Deborah's shoulder. "I won't lose my free will and become like a robot, though, will I?"

"I doubt it," Deborah reassured her. "But when you're with authority figures in your life, especially those you love and trust, it will be in your nature to submit gladly. So you're already a far cry from girls with more aggressive, defiant personalities, the ones that find just being content, such an elusive goal."

Kristen settled completely against Deborah, beginning to feel very warm and safe with her. She snuggled with her new master, savoring the moment.

Deborah gently slid a finger across the underside of Kristen's chin. Kristen lifted her head a little and smiled at Deborah. Deborah leaned forward and softly slid her lips across Kristen's. Their lips met squarely, parting slightly. Deborah's tongue slid between Kristen's lips, lightly caressing their insides. Kristen giggled happily and copied. Her whole body became aroused; her pussy beginning to tingle deliciously.

Deborah slowly drew back and slid a finger under the V-neck of her dress. Tucked underneath was a fine, slim chain with a key. Kristen looked at the key with alarm as she realized it was the key to her handcuffs.

"I just realized, it's been a few hours and they haven't been taken off," Deborah said. "It doesn't bother you?"

Kristen smiled and shook her head. "Completely comfortable," she said. "I'm a bondage submissive, remember? Your kissing me like that only makes me want to wear them even longer."

Deborah smiled and slipped the chain back under her dress. She settled down into a sitting position, sliding Kristen onto her lap. She cradled her new pet in her arms, kissing her slowly and lovingly. The sensation of Deborah's lips and tongue against her own made Kristen's whole body tantalizingly electric. She moaned softly to herself, too busy enjoying how she was slowly being teased to hear or see or think about anything else. Her tongue playfully 'tongue-wrestled' with Deborah's, softly sliding her lips across Deborah's lips not only side to side, but up and down.

Deborah finally drew back again, reluctantly. "I know you enjoyed that much more than I did, but I think you kissed me better than I've ever been kissed before."

Kristen giggled, proudly flashing a big smile. "And my sister is the one who's more into oral stimulation."

Deborah slid a finger down the bridge of Kristen's nose. "You have one advantage over her, my pet. A big one."

Deborah slid the key out from under her dress again. "I'm going to give you a lesson more specially suited to your particular tastes," she said. "Every girl I've trained found looking at their own bodies incredibly arousing. Since you enjoy basic bondage as a submissive, I can't see how you wouldn't enjoy this to the point of orgasm."

Kristen drew breath as Deborah unlocked her handcuffs. Did her new master really just say that? She was going to orgasm-- tonight??

Deborah opened the door to a walk-in closet that looked to be pretty empty. She had Kristen go inside and sit down with her legs out in front of her.

"We still have a few hours before it's time for sleep," Deborah said. She opened a desk drawer and took out several lengths of rope. "This will still be pretty basic rope work. Whether you'll begin to enjoy more complex ties in the future remains to be seen, but this basic tie will probably always be your favorite."

Deborah tied Kristen's wrists, ankles and knees in the same manner as for the nudes Kristen had posed for. Deborah also tied a length of rope around Kristen's chest in the same manner, looping several times above her breasts and several times below. Kristen glanced down and smiled happily at how the ropes made her breasts more noticeable.

Deborah then turned back to the desk drawer. The sight of the wide length of white silk in Deborah's hands made Kristen's face light up with pure delight.

"I know you weren't ready for this in secondary school," Deborah smiled.

"They said it would be a year before I could wear one," Kristen said, hardly able to believe she'd get to do it now. "Mom said I should feel lucky if it wasn't two."

Deborah folded the silk strip several times. "And right now you must be gloating that you didn't listen to her," she teased.

Kristen giggled happily and parted her lips in an inviting gesture. Deborah pulled the silk strip taut and slipped the middle part of it between Kristen's lips. Kristen pressed her lips together with a soft moan of pleasure, almost kissing the silk as Deborah drew the ends back along Kristen's cheeks, knotting them together securely at the nape of Kristen's neck.

Deborah leaned in close, smiling sweetly. "Now, this is going to be a very difficult favor that I need you to do for me," she said softly, seductively. "Close your eyes. Keep them closed until I tell you to open them. Trust me, you'll enjoy this more if you don't peek until then."

Darned if it wasn't the hardest thing Deborah wanted Kristen to do, but the anticipation of what was coming was the very thing that helped her do as she was told.

Kristen felt Deborah lift her up and settle her in a sitting position leaning back against a corner of the closet, her legs again in front of her. She heard the whirring of several electronic circuits, and had a feeling that something solid was being moved into place very close to her.

"Enjoying bondage is one thing. Enjoying looking at your own body is another," Deborah said. "But for a girl, putting those two together makes a whole bigger than its two halves. You'll be spending a LOT of time getting to intimately know what you look like in bondage. Watching yourself is the highest form of voyeurism."

Kristen's breathing became deeper and faster. As much as she craved being obedient to Deborah, she was nearly bursting to look at what was being prepared for her.

Finally Deborah said it. "Okay. Open your eyes."

Kristen opened her eyes, and then they bulged. She couldn't believe it. Placed up right in front of her, no more than a foot or so away, was a large mirror extending from the left wall just in front of the corner, to the right. It came up to a foot or so above Kristen's head, and down to her slim waist. The nubile girl sat completely transfixed as she gazed on her own reflection more close-up than she'd ever done before.

"Now," Deborah said. "Tap the corner with your fingers, once."

Kristen did so and the reflective mirror surface in front of Kristen suddenly became completely transparent, giving her an unrestricted view.

"You can do that at any time to look at your legs and feet," Deborah said. "Tap the corner with your fingers twice now."

Kristen did so, and the reflective mirror surface reappeared, showing Kristen her reflection up close again.

"There's a monitor in the living room that will let me know if you need me suddenly," Deborah said reassuringly. "I'm going to let you sit and watch yourself. Over time you'll have nearly every inch of what you look like while you're sitting bound and gagged that way, memorized. Have fun."

That was putting it lightly if Kristen had ever heard anyone put something lightly before. Deborah stepped out of the closet and closed the door, leaving Kristen alone with her bondage and her reflection.

Of all the things for Kristen to think about, she was thinking what she'd done to get so lucky to be where she was now. She doubted that even just before graduating secondary school, she'd have gotten to sit so close up, in front of a mirror like this, while she was tied up tightly and securely. The ropes pressed the satiny fabric of her dress against her skin, and slowly squirming around made the fabric slide along her skin and arouse her to levels she'd never imagined she'd be feeling. She could see her arms up to her elbows, tied close to her body, before her forearms went behind her back where her wrists were tied. Tugging and twisting slowly, trying to better feel the ropes against her little wrists, was turning her on so intensely. Her pussy was feeling wet and hot, and her skin lit up with pleasure. She'd always felt content when she was tied up, but now she was pretty ecstatic.

And then Kristen finally looked her reflection squarely in the eyes. Looking at her body was pleasure enough, but she was hypnotized by her own face. Gazing on the soft curves of her cheeks, the blue sparkle of her eyes, her luxurious brunette hair coming down to just brush the top of her bust, and her full pouty lips. It was the funniest thought to cross her mind, but she couldn't help herself: "Hell-o, cutie pie."

If having such a demure and pretty face made her feel like this when she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, then she was the happiest person on ZA-29 right now. Maybe in the whole star system in which it was located.

Kristen giggled a little and tried to pucker her lips to blow her reflection a kiss, and promptly felt a pinch from the white silk strip pulling the corners of her mouth back. She leaned in even closer, staring with delight and ecstasy at how the folded silk emerged pinched together from the corners of her mouth, then wider as the ends curved back across her soft cheeks, holding her long hair underneath them, and disappearing behind her head. She moaned in a state of pure bliss. She'd never imagined Deborah would give her such a beautiful gift. Her master had gagged her. She was really gagged for the first time in her life! The silk strip that gagged her felt and looked amazingly sexy. Kristen pinched the web of skin between her thumb and forefinger, to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Had a year, even two years passed? If they had, she didn't miss them. She moaned to herself again, in her own little private world.

Kristen couldn't resist any longer. She was swimming in utter pleasure gazing on the reflection of her face, what it looked like while she was gagged. Now she had to hear what it sounded like. She had to make sounds into her gag, as if she was a kidnap victim from old OSS Earth being held for ransom. Deborah HAD told her that she was a captive, hadn't she?

She lifted her chin a bit, making soft sounds, then a little louder. She began to cry into her gag like an actual kidnap victim might. Difficult as it was to do, she forced her eyes closed to concentrate on how her muffled cries sounded. All at once she had to stop, panting, her body shuddering as she felt every inch of her body react. Oh God before he said goodbye, it was AWESOME! The pleasure was driving her wild!

A thought tickled her head. She tapped the corner of the wall, turning the mirror transparent. She twisted her legs about slowly and provocatively, feeling her upper thighs sliding across each other. Squirming with her ankles and feet rewarded her with a delicious sensation of soft nylon against soft nylon as her calves slid her knee socks across each other. Kristen found herself starting to breathe harder as the pleasure coursing her body pushed her to squirm and test her bondage every way she could think of. She could feel her wet pussy tingling more electrically than ever.

Her feet came up, and she twisted them to either side, as if trying to wriggle her ankles free. Her calves gently brushed each other with each teasing movement of her shapely legs and for once she had to struggle to control the volume of her moaning. She was afraid of sounding like she was getting to be in trouble. But all at once, her tongue slipped forward and her lips smacked slightly, both of them sliding lightly across her gag as she gazed intently on her legs, accentuated so prettily by her knee socks. Kristen's body bucked uncontrollably for half a second as a thrill of pleasure coursed through her whole body, her pussy throbbing with a life of its own. Kristen finally gave a yell of total ecstasy into her gag as her body teased itself into an orgasm so intense that she could only see brilliant white all around her. She heard the door thrown open, heard the same whirring sounds as when the mirror had been put in place, but she couldn't see Deborah kneeling beside her. Kristen's whole field of vision was bright white, the throbbing of her pussy the only sensation she could still feel, the pleasure of her orgasm robbing all her other senses of their respective perceptions. The concept of time ceased to exist as she squirmed blissfully in her bondage, moaned into her gag, surrendered herself to the pleasure. Finally it began to quiet, sight and sound and smells returning. She saw Deborah beside her, felt Deborah's hand along her face. Kristen's eyes slowly closed and her breathing quieted, her enchanting face frozen in a look of happiness.

"Seven minutes," Deborah whispered under her breath. "For a man or woman to orgasm that long is impossible. We still don't know how girls manage it."

Deborah smiled softly and picked Kristen up, gently carrying her to her bed. She laid Kristen down on the sheets on her stomach, carefully pulling off her shoes and unlacing her dress. Working slowly and patiently, Deborah eased off Kristen's dress and put it to the side. She decided to let Kristen stay in her lacy white bra and her knee socks. Putting Kristen on her back, she slowly moved Kristen's arms up so her hands were over her head, and then placed her hands behind her head on the pillow. She'd spent more hours with her wrists first handcuffed, then tied, behind her back, than many post-Lifesleep adults could endure comfortably. And she hadn't had a bite to eat since the late afternoon.

Covering Kristen gently with a sheet, Deborah went to the kitchen and took out some paplak fruit, some wheat bread and a container of milk. Ysbanian soil was perfect for growing Earth wheat and raising Earth cattle, though the use of the native murrnyk as a food source made beef cattle unnecessary. The murrnyk's eggs were also eaten, and Deborah put some on the stasis counter with the other items to prepare in the morning. Kristen would surely wake up hungry.

"By now you're probably in love with yourself," Deborah mused, lovingly watching Kristen sleep. "Hopefully you'll soon come to love me in the same manner. I'd love to keep you for myself, if I can."

Deborah changed into a sheer black chemise and panties and got into the bed beside Kristen under the sheets. Settling her head against a second pillow, she watched Kristen sleep while waiting for her own dreams.

She hadn't told Kristen in so many words, but she had a feeling that Kristen would figure it out on her own, if she hadn't already. Because the Lifesleep organism didn't work on animals, humankind had stopped keeping domestic animals such as dogs, cats, and birds, as pets centuries ago. Some wild species still lived on settled words but were no longer tamed. The pain of losing them when they died came all too soon. Girls were the pet of choice today, although taking care of one wasn't an easy task. As a Girl trainer, Deborah knew how to keep one as a pet... and she was thinking she'd found the perfect one.