Every day, I saw women working at stores, at hotels, at restaurants, at doctors' offices, and even cleaning people's homes and mowing lawns. And I knew women also worked in corporate offices of all kinds, and factories too, and many other kinds of jobs. They traded their days for wages just to make a living, doing jobs that often subjected them to insults or other forms of verbal abuse, especially if they were public-facing jobs, like waitresses, clerks at stores, flight attendants, etc. And some even risked physical harassment if customers were irate about minor things, or bosses wanted to take advantage, since some people have no limits. Sometimes their jobs don't even allow them the dignity of looking nice, but instead make them dirty, or hot and sweaty, when they could be nicely dressed and done up, attractive. I felt for these ladies, so I did something about it.
I was hardly rich, but I was well enough off to help some of these women out of an unhappy situation if they had no husband, boyfriend, or children holding them back. They also had to have the right mindset, namely an appreciation for their sex appeal and the realization of their potential in that regard. I tried to bring that potential out in them and offer them a different and more enjoyable path forward.
When I encountered a woman in such a menial job, who was doing her best but obviously not happy, I'd make her an offer. She could quit her job and move into her own room in my home, with room and board and a small living allowance covered, plus an upgrade in clothing, hair products, and make-up. In exchange, she would allow me to groom her for a better and more enjoyable life. She would stay until she was able to successfully live on their own as a refined lady. Many women scoffed at the idea, some felt insulted, but some saw the wisdom in trying a different life to escape the dead-end one they were in. Those women accepted my offer.
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I had a five-bedroom home, so I could take in four ladies at a time. When each of them came to my home, they needed refinement and routine, which I provided. I laid out rules for their behavior, which included getting up each day by eight am and having a good breakfast, which they cooked for themselves from the food I provided, but which they shopped for on a rotation among all the women staying with me. They each had small tasks around the house as well, to learn to keep it clean and neat. They had to listen to classical music, jazz, and oldies for exposure and appreciation. And they had to learn to groom themselves, to look like the refined women they were to become, to always look and smell fresh, shave everywhere and never show any stubble, and to wear just the right amount of make-up.
They had to dress nicely, whether casually around the house or dressed for dinner or a date in the evenings. They bought their clothes, with a generous allowance, at a women's store I sent them to where I knew the owner, and whose staff was instructed to help my ladies pick the right apparel. They had to learn to do their own laundry, and keep their rooms neat, clothes folded and stored, dresses, blouses, etc. hung, bed always made.
I made inspections, and there were penalties for not living up to the standards I set. I spanked them and more if they broke a rule, especially if it was a repeat offense, and they learned that way. They also had to keep up their health by visiting their doctors regularly. My goal was to teach them to be self-sufficient for the day they would be on their own, maintaining strict standards to always live by as refined ladies. Some were adept at many of these tasks when they arrived, while others needed more training.
Part of their requirements while they stayed with me was to provide for my sexual needs, which would teach them how to best please a man for later in their lives. Once a week, each of them would spend an evening with me, split between my bedroom and my basement playroom. Through satisfying my sexual desires, I taught them how to be playful and seductive, how to drive a man wild, and then how to satisfy his desire. We practiced how to give a strip show, giving and receiving oral sex, various types of bondage, the use of impact devices like floggers or riding crops, and how to diffuse any situation before it got out of control. I taught them to leave a man without warning if he were to threaten them or become abusive, and to sense his intentions before letting him restrain them so they could get away. Occasionally, I would tell them to do something outrageous or I'd beat them, or I would grab them inappropriately; they would leave the room, returning after a few minutes to see if what they did was the right thing. It was.
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Training in my bedroom and playroom followed a typical scenario, which I'll relate through one of my ladies' experiences. Jennifer came to me by way of referral from a current lady in training, as all my ladies did after the first few that I met personally. I interviewed Jennifer, who was working as a maid at a hotel, and needed a lot of work to become a refined lady. She learned to keep herself clean and groomed, to cook, clean, and do her own laundry. She learned to dress well, but in the seduction department, she was a slow learner.
I had Jennifer come to my bedroom on Tuesday evenings at eight. Before the first visit, I told her to dress to seduce me, but when she arrived in jeans and a blouse, I told her to go back to her room and put on a revealing dress or skirt with a more transparent blouse and no bra. The idea was to make me gasp at her sexiness on seeing her, not just see a pleasant-looking woman. When Jennifer returned, she wore a short skirt that highlighted her legs, and a new blouse that showed a lot of cleavage and left almost nothing to the imagination about her lack of a bra, as her nipples nearly showed through.
I told her to pretend that I didn't know what I wanted for sex from her, or could not articulate it, and that she should be prepared to make suggestions and offer to do things that she'd like to do. In pretending not to know how to proceed, I gave her the opportunity to seduce me into doing what she wanted. She suggested she do a strip show for me and then give me a lap dance. I complimented her on the strip show idea, but advised that she'd do best to get me on the bed as soon as possible, and that a lap dance was too much of a "strip club" mentality. So she did her strip show, and did well, slowly taking off her sandals, her skirt revealing thong panties, then her blouse, which let her bra-less breasts hang free, and finally her panties themselves, leaving her naked. She did it slowly, seductively, and with a smile just for me. I complimented her on her good strip show, then I told her to go the bed, and ask me if I'd like her to lie on her back, her side, or her tummy. She complied with my request and asked at the bed. I told her on her back, and she did.
Next, I wanted her to suggest what I should do. She said I could lie down with her and touch her breasts, and play with her nipples if I like. I asked if I should undress, and she said yes. I told her she was doing fine and to keep it up, while I undressed and lay down next to her. I cupped her breasts and fondled them as she moved so I had better access. She told me I could play with her nipples, so I rolled them between my fingers and thumb and felt them harden as I did. She told me to pull on them, so I gripped them, squeezed, and pulled. Jennifer moaned with pleasure at my pulling, and I told her she was doing very well at helping direct what we did.
The she asked if she could show me her pussy, and of course I said yes. So, she opened her legs and I saw as fine a shaved cunt as ever there was. She told me she wanted me to touch it, to open it up and explore it. I touched her labia and slipped a finger between those lips, finding her wet and slippery, and my fingers naturally slid up and down her soft folds. She moaned and invited me to continue because it felt so good. I continued, and found that she moaned especially loudly when I caressed her clitoris, so I focused on that. Soon she was squirming on the bed, her legs moving about as she moaned even louder in obvious enjoyment.
She told me to put my cock in her, and I was ready, so I pressed its head to her opening and pushed in. She was so wet I slid in easily, and she squirmed under me in ecstasy. I pushed deeper into her and began a rhythmic in-and-out action, which drove her wild, and she writhed under me, arching her back and pushing her cunt against me. We both loved the way we felt, and continued until I exploded into her with a load of semen. Its warmth finally pushed her past her limits, and she jerked as her orgasm hit her. We both spasmed together, as I pressed deep and squirted with every push, while she jerked and came to match my ejaculations. When we finished, exhausted, we lay together for a few minutes, then got cleaned up and dressed. I told her she did very well and was prepared for dealing with a modest or timid man.
The next week, Jennifer came to my room as usual, but I said this week I would be playing a determined and forceful man, and show her how to handle that. My advice was to go along with what the man wanted unless it crossed a line for her, then say no. I started by saying I'd like to spank her, and she asked why. I said it was because she was a few minutes late, and because I liked it. She agreed to be spanked on condition that I was not too rough. I told her that was a good way to handle the situation. So I pulled an armless wooden chair to an open spot in the room. Then I told her to strip. She went along and started taking her clothes off, and I pulled her to me when she was naked. I sat on the chair, then eased her down across my lap. I spanked her right cheek, then her left, and she wiggled a little and laughed. So I spanked her harder, first on her right cheek and then on her left. She felt these more, and did not laugh. I continued to redden her cheeks with fairly hard blows with my open hand, until she started to squirm about due to the pain. Then I stopped and told her we were going to the playroom in the basement.
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Jennifer had never been to the playroom, but had heard from the other girls that it was for spankings, bondage, and punishments. She asked why we were going there, and I told her it would be more punishment for being late, and again, because I liked it. She was concerned, but when I unlocked the door and she entered, she looked around and saw a twin-size bed and a spanking bench and smiled. Looking around further, she noticed straps hanging from the ceiling, and a wall with floggers, paddles, whips, riding crops, canes, and other things like nipple clamps and blindfolds hanging on it. She smiled again and admitted to herself, and to me later, that the spanking was a turn-on that made the other things I asked her to do seem more arousing, like being in the playroom.
I told her I wanted to flog her and took her to the straps hanging from the ceiling. I put lashes on her wrists and hooked them to straps hanging from the ceiling. Next, I put lashes on her ankles and secured them to steel loops attached to the floor. This left Jennifer spread in an X, exposed and helpless. I asked if she wanted to be blindfolded so she wouldn't see the flogger strikes coming, but she said no. So I went to the wall, chose a soft flogger, and returned to her. I started with her already sore rear, smacking her lightly. She flinched a little from the new pain, but I was gentle and she rather enjoyed it, just as she admitted she enjoyed the spanking earlier.
Soon, I stopped and moved lower, striking the backs of her legs. She reacted somewhat to the slightly harder strikes on tender flesh, jerking, but nothing vocal. After several swats, I moved again, this time to her inner thighs. Being held in an X shape, her tender inner thighs were very exposed, and I was able to inflict good hits on her, which caused her to jerk a little with each strike. She sighed several times at the pain, but not loudly.
Next, I moved to her breasts, flipping the flogger over them, just lightly to arouse her, which is just what it did. Being the first part of her directly aimed at making her wet, I took it easy and let the leather caress her breasts. The strands also tapped her nipples, arousing them, making them erect and hard. Jennifer moaned with pleasure at the feel of the leather on her tits, swaying a bit as she was suspended, enjoying the moment. I continued assailing her breasts, watching her squirm and moan as she got turned on. Leaving her in a wishful state, wanting more, I stopped and moved lower.
I traced the flogger up her inner legs to her crotch, then slapped at her labia with the strands of leather. She couldn't help but smile as it further aroused her. I pushed the flogger against her and forced her pussy lips open to reveal the delicate folds beneath, then traced the flogger over these as well. She squirmed all the more, her wet cunt glistening with arousal and need. I slapped her cunt lightly, and she moaned with pleasure at the gentle touch. When I slapped her again, a little harder, she jerked a bit at the pain, but in moments that dissipated and left the residual pleasure behind.
Jennifer was starting to squirm with the attention I was paying to her cunt, but I paused and went to the wall and traded the flogger for a riding crop. She was smiling as I returned, ready for more, so I resumed swatting her, now with the crop focusing on her clit. A gentle strike touching her sensitive nub followed, and she jerked noticeably. By taking it slow, I allowed the pain to meld into pleasure, letting her enjoy the cropping despite the initial pain from each swat. After a few more strikes, she was moaning loudly and began to drip her feminine juices onto the floor. I continued to flog her clit, and she lost it, jerking and spasming as her orgasm hit, driving her to an ecstasy she had only dreamed of.
When her orgasms were over, I released her from the lashes. I took her to the bed and bent her over it, with her elbows on the bed and her rear up and exposed for me. I dropped my pants and briefs and slapped her pussy with my penis, then pushed into her sopping wet cunt. She moaned yet again with the new incentive. As I pushed deeper and started to pump her, she got aroused again and pushed back at me, and we got into a nice rhythm. I reached under her and pinched her nipples and pulled on them, giving her a tweak that caused a sudden and intense orgasm in her. She came fiercely, squirting on my balls and the floor. When she was almost done, I came with strong spasms and filled her cunt with my semen. After we were both sated, I pulled out and had her sit on the edge of the bed, then put my cock in her mouth and she cleaned me off. Then we both got dressed and ended our evening.
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After weeks of weekly sex sessions with Jennifer, she had learned how to deal with both timid and controlling men, as I acted those parts and taught her. I took her through more intense bondage, spankings, croppings, and even a caning. She had grown into a fine independent woman who could take the punishment when she wanted, and get out when she was concerned. She had also learned all the household routines, had learned how to cook and eat the right foods, had learned how to dress for success, and had learned how to keep herself healthy; in every way, she was primed to leave the nest.
We talked about how she had completed all the training successfully, and that she was ready to go. I asked her what she was planning to do to support herself after she left the house, and she wasn't sure. She considered several job situations, office work or retail in particular, but when I offered my thoughts, she realized they could all turn into the kind of thing that she wanted to avoid when she rejected her old life as a maid and came to live with me.
It was then that I offered her an alternative for which she was superbly trained. I told her about the high-end escort service I managed, and how the ladies who worked for me earned excellent money working limited hours, usually evenings, going to dinner before plays and concerts with refined gentlemen. Many of these gentlemen wanted sex after a nightcap drink back at their home or a hotel, and all were bound by my zero-tolerance rules meant to keep the ladies safe; to break the rules would mean being banned from using the agency, and none of the men wanted that, so they treated the girls right.
Over the years, I have prepared many ladies through my home training program, moved them out of dead-end jobs filled with insults and harassment, to a better life. A majority have become my employees, happy with the hours, the pay, and frankly, the sex work. And Jennifer joined them, feeling she was prepared for the life, and loving all it had to offer. She thrived and became one of my most sought-after high-end escorts.
