Slave Training With Ms. Elsa

I caught my breath as the pain slowly receded. I tried to stay relaxed, but the pain was so intense. I guess I had more work to do. I moved my head between her feet.
“Tell me why you were punished.”
“I was punished for not thinking, Ms. Elsa.”
“I told you before that I’m done coddling you. You’re a slave, and you make your Mistress’ life easier by taking care of the small things. Did you do that?”
“No Ms. Elsa.”
“Do better, William.”
“Yes Ms. Elsa. I will.”
I kissed her feet. 
“Thank you, Ms. Elsa, for correcting me.”
“Continue.”
My hands were shaking a little as I rubbed lube onto the dildo and brought the tip to my asshole.
“Look at me, William. Smile.”
I smiled as I looked at Ms. Elsa and pressed down onto the dildo, feeling my sphincter clench then slightly relax. I pushed past the difficult first few inches, until my muscles loosened and I went most of the way down. I could feel the dildo stretching me. It was uncomfortable, but if I concentrated and stayed relaxed it wasn’t painful. Ms. Elsa spoke.
“When women enjoy sex, they’re called sluts and whores by our patriarchal society. It’s one of the ways men keep women down.”
I nodded.
“Men are celebrated for having many partners, but only if they conform to a narrow definition of sex. If they take pleasure from different parts of their bodies, or if they enjoy giving pleasure, they’re immediately looked down on as weak or feminine. As a result, few men fully explore all the available avenues of pleasure.”“Yes Ms. Elsa.”
“They never experience the joy of receiving, of being taken. But you will experience that pleasure.”
She paused but kept eye contact.
“One day, as you’re being fucked, you’ll realize the great debt you owe to your Mistress for giving you this new pleasure. I hope then that you show her your gratitude.”
“I will, Ms. Elsa.”
“Good girl. Continue.”
I rocked back and forth on the dildo as Elsa, Lyle and Matthew watched me.
“Play with your breasts, William. Run your hands up your body and through your hair. Convince me that you like it.”
I thought about what my last girlfriend before Kiara did when she rode me. She was really hot in bed. I rolled my head as I ran my hands in circles over my nipples.
“Good girl.”
Later that evening, Ms. Elsa tucked me into bed. She looked down at me sternly.
“You’re still thinking too much, William. Your brain is preventing you from being in the moment and enjoying yourself. Let go and feel it. Stop trying to control it.”
I can’t imagine how she thought I was controlling anything in this house, but I nodded anyway. She presented her cheek and I kissed it.
“Yes, Ms. Elsa.”