Sophie's Submission

The next training cycle moved Sophie into the Oral Conditioning Suite. In the center of the room stood a specialized bondage machine: a padded bench with heavy restraints, angled so the user’s upper body was locked forward. A thick ring gag was already waiting. Behind the headrest was a mechanical piston arm fitted with a long, flexible, realistically veined dildo.

“Today we train that pretty mouth,” Trainer Elena announced. “We don’t spoil new slaves with real cock or pussy yet. You’ll earn that privilege. For now, the machine will teach you to be a proper cocksleeve.”

Sophie was strapped down tightly. Her arms were locked behind her back in a leather armbinder. Her legs were spread wide and secured to the bench, the chastity belt and plug fully exposed. Thick straps across her waist and shoulders pinned her torso down. The ring gag was forced between her teeth and buckled cruelly tight, holding her mouth open in a perfect O. A padded clamp locked around the back of her head, connecting directly to the piston.

She could only move her head forward and back—nothing else. The long dildo was positioned at her lips, already slick with thick lubricant.

“Begin,” Elena commanded.

The piston activated with a low mechanical hum. The dildo slid past the ring gag and into her mouth. Sophie gagged instantly as it touched the back of her throat. Drool spilled immediately from her stretched lips, dripping down her chin onto her small breasts. The piston didn’t stop. It began a slow, steady rhythm—pushing deeper each time.

“Gluck—glk—glk—” wet, humiliating sounds filled the room as she choked and retched.

The instructors watched with clinical amusement.

“Look at the little rebel drooling like a broken faucet,” one laughed. “Can’t even handle a practice cock. Pathetic.”

The piston sped up slightly. The dildo invaded deeper, forcing its way into her throat. Sophie’s eyes watered, her body jerking uselessly against the tight bondage. Every gag caused more drool to pour out, coating her chin, neck, and chest in shiny strings. The chastity probe buzzed to life, edging her mercilessly while she struggled.

“Suppress it, slave,” Elena ordered. “Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat. Good cocksleeves take it all.”

Sophie tried. For a few desperate seconds she managed to suppress the worst of the gag reflex. The dildo slid deeper, bulging slightly in her throat. The piston held it there for a long moment.

“Good girl!” Elena praised, stroking Sophie’s red hair. “See? You can be useful. That’s how you earn your owner’s cock one day.”

The praise sent an unwanted flush of warmth through her despite the humiliation. Then the piston resumed its relentless thrusting—faster now. Sophie gagged violently again, drool spraying. The instructors mocked her openly.

“Listen to that pathetic gurgling. She’s making a mess like a cheap whore.”

“Future master is going to love breaking this throat even more.”

The machine continued for what felt like hours. The piston fucked her face with mechanical precision—deep, rhythmic, unforgiving. Sophie’s world narrowed to the thick silicone invading her throat, the constant drooling, the burn in her jaw from the ring gag, and the cruel edging between her legs. Every time she managed even a few seconds without gagging, the trainers praised her lavishly. Every time she choked and sputtered, they mocked her.

“Deeper, slave. Your future owner won’t accept anything less.”

By the end of the session, Sophie’s face was a wreck—red, tear-streaked, covered in thick strands of drool. Her throat felt raw. But she was beginning to take more of the dildo with fewer violent gags.

When the machine finally stopped, Elena wiped her face almost tenderly with a cloth.

“You did well for your first real throat training. Soon you’ll be able to take a real cock without spilling a drop. Wouldn’t you like that, cocksleeve?”

Sophie, exhausted and broken, could only make a weak, affirmative whimper around the ring gag still locked in her mouth.

The Rules echoed in her head as they left her bound for “cool-down time,” the piston retracted but the gag and restraints remaining.

I exist to serve.