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THE GIRLFRIEND TRAINERTHE TRIALS OF LADY KATHRYN # 1 Kathryn couldn’t help giggling as she fought to get her key in the lock and open the door without making a noise. It was impossible, she was smashed. Her head was full of champagne and her p***y was dripping with spunk. She just couldn’t help herself. A lady of leisure at twenty two, she ended up in the same old Sloane Square pubs at least twice a week. And at least twice a week, she ran into one of her old boyfriends and ended up shagging him. James was lying awake, waiting for his girlfriend again. He was no fool and knew exactly what she’d been up to. They both came from privileged backgrounds but Kathryn was practically landed gentry; the only daughter of an earl and lady. She was very rich and would be considerably richer still when she inherited her title. She graduated two years ago and since then hadn’t lifted a finger to work. She was gorgeous, lovely company and out of control. He loved her with all his heart but knew their relationship was doomed unless he did something about it. Turning over a business card in his hand, he made a decision and then pretended to be asleep as Kathryn fell through the bedroom door. * James brought up coffee and croissants at ten o’clock and sat on the edge of the bed as he watched his girlfriend eat. “We need to talk,” he said now he had finally found the courage. “Oh no,” Kathryn moaned. “My head hurts. Do we have to do it now?” “I’m afraid we do,” James replied. “I love you so very much Kathryn but this can’t go on any longer. Do you understand?” “Yes, I understand.” “You know you’re making a laughing stock of me don’t you?” Kathryn took his hand and pulled him on to the bed. “I’m sorry baby, I don’t mean to you know.” “I know you can’t help it but if you don’t change dramatically and soon, we’re going to have to split up you know.” Kathryn stifled a sob. “I don’t want to lose you honey. What do you want me to do?” “I know a therapist…” * The following day, James and Kathryn knocked on a grand looking door in the middle of Soho. Kathryn had started to have second thoughts. “Are you sure about this Sweets? This area’s a right dive.” “Don’t worry,” James replied as the door opened. “I met this lady the other day and I know she’ll look after you.” The girl who answered the door was pretty and pleasant. She led them up some stairs and into a comfortable waiting room. “Please make yourself at home,” she said. “The Mistress is just finishing off with another client. She won’t be long.” “The Mistress!” Kathryn hissed as the girl left them alone. “She’s a s****l therapist,” replied James. “I told you not to worry.” They were waiting for about ten minutes before the doors were flung open and Mistress Dolores swept into the room. Kathryn’s breath caught in her throat at the first sight of this magnificent woman. She stood some six and a half feet tall and had the build of an athlete. Broad shoulders and long, lean muscles on her arms and legs shouted out her power but she was also remarkably beautiful. All in all, the effect was nothing short of hypnotic and Kathryn fell straight under her power. “You must be Kathryn,” Dolores announced as she swished across the room and stood over the young woman; close enough to intimidate her. Kathryn studied her closely. She was probably in her late thirties but it was very difficult to tell. Her entire presence was not only powerful but incredibly sensual. Kathryn realised with a shock that being so close to this woman was making her feel… horny. She saw the Mistress was holding out her hand and she took it in her own, feeling a shock as their skin touched. “I’m Mistress Dolores,” she was saying. “You may call me Mistress or Ma’am and nothing else, do you understand?” Kathryn nodded mutely. She couldn’t contemplate disagreeing with this woman and didn’t trust herself to speak. In a trance, she realised that James was being dismissed and she was told to follow the Mistress through the doors. She had no idea what was happening to her but she knew instinctively her life was about to change in some way. And profoundly! Mistress Dolores strode on and Kathryn struggled to keep up. The property was a lot bigger than it seemed from the outside. They went along a long corridor and down some stairs to a big oak door that was even bigger than the front door to the house. When they entered, Kathryn gasped out loud. They were in a dungeon. The Mistress locked the door behind them and dropped the big iron key into her pocket. “Stand there,” she indicated a spot in the middle of the floor and sat down on a large throne-like chair. She just sat for what seemed to be an eternity; staring at the gorgeous young woman. Finally she spoke to her. “Why are you here Kathryn?” “I’m here for James,” she said without even thinking. “We’re in love and he thinks I need some therapy.” Dolores threw back her head and laughed; a deep melodious laugh that filled the room. Finally she stopped and fixed Kathryn with a withering glare. “No my dear. You’re here because you’re a c**k-loving slut who can’t keep her knickers on.” Kathryn flipped. “You can’t talk to me…” Dolores jumped straight across her. “I can and I will missy. Now shut your pretty mouth and keep it shut until I give you permission to speak. Do you understand?” “Yes,” Kathryn muttered stubbornly. “That’s yes Mistress and that will be your first and last warning. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress.” “Better. Now let’s see what makes you so attractive to every man other than your own. Undress!” Kathryn reeled and looked back at her Mistress like a rabbit in the headlights. “You’re joking right?” “You’ll find I don’t joke when I’m working,” came the cold reply. “And you have a punishment coming for not using the right form of address. Now you have thirty seconds to start removing your clothes or I will do it for you. You’ll find I am more than capable of stripping you but your pretty clothes may get damaged in the process.” Kathryn looked around with her mouth open. She looked at the heavy door behind the throne that she knew was locked. She briefly studied the racks of horrible looking instruments, whips and floggers and she looked at the bed, cross and other structures. Finally she looked back at the Mistress and saw the menacing look in her eye. It was clear that the woman intended to humiliate her and wasn’t going to back down. She knew that no harm would come to her. James had checked this place out. If she played along, she could ride this out and keep her dignity. Slowly and provocatively, she began to unbutton her silk blouse. Dolores sat back and watched her new pet expose herself. The blouse came off to reveal a pretty little bra which was straining to contain a full pair of breasts. Next came the thigh length skirt, which Kathryn placed with her blouse and draped carefully over a St Andrew’s Cross. She stood defiantly with her hands on her hips, dressed only in her Agent Provocateur bra and panties, gold necklace and heels. Dolores ogled the young woman for a few moments. The girl was truly gorgeous and she couldn’t wait to get her hands on her but patience was everything in training. Finally, she spoke again. “I said undress,” she said shrilly. “Don’t try my patience!” Kathryn gulped and reached behind her to unfasten her bra, shaking out her firm little bosoms. Reaching down, she peeled her delicate panties down her thighs and finally stood before her Mistress; naked and vulnerable. A pink flush spread from her face, down her neck and across her chest. She tried her best to cover her t**s with one arm and her p***y with another. “Uncover yourself!” Dolores commanded and Kathryn’s arms shot down to her side. “Now turn around, so I can fully appreciate your beauty!” For a good ten minutes, the Mistress had her new toy parade up and down as she enjoyed the view. Kathryn was a remarkable beauty. She had apple-sized breasts which lifted away from her chest with slightly pointed n*****s jutting up towards the ceiling. Her youthful skin shone with vitality, along her flat stomach and down to the vee between her slim legs. Completely waxed, her t**t was bald and shiny, with just a hint of pink flesh peeking out and her buttocks were firm and almost completely spherical. Dolores was practically drooling by time she got up out of her chair. Closing the gap between them, Dolores put her finger under the girl’s chin and lifted her face up to her own. “You are going to learn a little humility here, my girl,” she said. “All women are submissive by nature, even me,” she added. “You need to learn how to embrace that submission before you can properly express your sexuality and that is what I’m going to teach you.” Producing a leather collar from her belt, she quickly fastened it round the girl’s neck. “This is your slave collar. Henceforth, it will not be removed, do you understand?” Kathryn nodded as her Mistress securely fastened her arms in front of her with leather cuffs, attaching them to a rope hanging from a pulley on the ceiling and then pulling on the rope to pull her up on to her toes. Dolores stood in front of the vulnerable young woman; her lovely body completely naked and stretched as taut as a bowstring. “You are a very beautiful woman, Kathryn,” she said appreciatively as she ran her hands down her smooth sides. “But you know that don’t you?” She turned her attention to the girl’s pert breasts; squeezing them together and tweaking the n*****s. Kathryn’s face reddened again and she turned her head to one side to try to mask her embarrassment. “Have you ever been with a woman before, my pretty?” asked the Mistress. “No, I’m not a lesbian!” Kathryn spat. Dolores laughed. “I think you don’t know what you are yet.” She slid a hand down between the girl’s legs and cupped her mound. “You’re already moist down here. I wonder how much you’ll be gushing when you eat my pussy.” Kathryn’s face went pale and she started to stutter, “No, I don’t… I mean…!” Dolores took Kathryn’s pretty little face in one hand and looked her in the eyes as she slipped the fingers of another into her p***y. “We’ll see,” she laughed. “First of all, it’s time for you to be punished.” Kathryn couldn’t stop a little moan leaving her lips as the Mistress abruptly removed her hand. She followed the giant woman around the room with her eyes as she selected a leather strap and multi-tasselled whip. She put the strap to one side and began to tease her victim with the whip, running it lightly along her body and teasing the little nubs of her n*****s, making the girl twist and turn on her toes. “Do you like that Lady Kathryn?” Dolores chuckled. “I’m not a lady,” Kathryn sobbed. “At least, not yet!” “I sincerely hope not,” laughed the Mistress. “If you are, I guarantee you won’t be when you leave. If you don’t like Lady Kathryn, let’s find another name for you. How about Cunt, as you have such a sweet one?” she fondled Kathryn’s p***y again, making her whimper. Without another word, Dolores stepped back and began striping the soft tails alternatively across the girl’s pert breasts. “Yowl,” Kathryn could contain a cry of pain as the whip connected with her sensitive flesh. The blows kept on coming until her t**s were bright red and the tears had begun to roll down Kathryn’s rosy cheeks. “Very good,” smiled the Mistress, cruelly tweaking a sore n****e. “Are you ready to lick my p***y yet?” Kathryn said nothing and Dolores laughed. “I thought not, but you will be!” Throwing the whip to one side, she picked up the strap and moved around behind the helpless young woman. Crack! The sound filled the air like a pistol shot and moments later, a sharp and almost unbearable pain, transmitted through her firm buttocks, wracked Kathryn’s entire body.