This is an entire work of complete and utter fiction.

"OW, daddy!"

"Just hold on baby, I'm almost done."

"But daddy, it hurts when you do it."

"There, all done. Perfect french braid."

"I'm off, see you after school, daddy."

It had been 5 weeks since the Sharing incident with Marla. Eleven year old Jessica still got wet whenever she thought of it. She hadn't seen or heard from Marla since, but her father/master was much more strict with her than her master. Training was continuing pretty slowly due to school. Steve was very cautious with her. Training her not only in submission, but in discretion. Never video, no pics, no 'play' outside the house, and utmost secrecy.

Steve wasn't new to any of this, his late wife Jen, who had detailed plans of Jessica's training, had herself been a child slave to her father. Starting when she was 8 and moving on until she was 16 when he passed away. She met me at 17 and it wasn't long until the yearning to be utterly submissive took over and she was asking Steve for all kinds of kink. She taught Steve what she wanted, and he was a natural Dominant. After she had Jessica, she confided in Steve her plans and he agreed. He had fantasized about his wife as a child slave and always wanted to know what it was like and in a few years, he'd find out.

Jen's favorite perversions dealt with latex, breathplay, bondage, and just before her death, mind control and subliminal messages. She loved being fucked hard with a bag over her head, taped around her neck.

Genetics being what they are, Jess had shown keen interest in breathplay as well. She even joined the swim team and could hold her breath the longest of her class. But its not likely that they were getting the same kind of breath holding and control lessons Steve was teaching.

"Don't forget," he stopped her just as she was leaving, "Tonight."

She paused and biting her lower lip, nodded.

Tonight was to be the beginning of anal training. All through classes she was preoccupied with what would happen tonight. She squeezed her thighs together during her history class imagining what it would feel like to have her tight little asshole stretched. Out of curiosity she had slowly slid a finger into her ass while showing one time. She didn't find it uncomfortable, but tight and sensitive. Butterflies formed in her stomach as she tried to think of how she would have to submit to it. To force herself upon whatever training object she'd be made to sit on.

Finally, she arrived at home. Her panties soaked in the sweet nectar of her hairless pussy. Her father was already waiting on her. I've got your wardrobe picked out. She stood before her and looked downward with her hands crossed behind her back. She'd been taught submissive poses over the past few months. They were all diagramed in a book her mother left her. He quickly grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. He pulled a small collar from his pocket and placed it around her neck, fastening it with a locking buckle. He then took a clear plastic bag and a roll of electrical tape. He slowly lowered the bag over her head and began to seal it off around her neck with the tape.

This was how she usually prepared for their evenings together. She had taken a big breath before the bag was lowered. Once the roll of tape was snapped off, he turned her back to face him.

"Now, go up and get dressed," he ordered.

She would have roughly 7 minutes to dress herself in her latex catsuit, corset, and ballet ankle boots. Before she turned to go up the stairs, she exhaled slowly, expanding the bag around her head, "Yes, master."

Four minutes in and it was getting hard to see through the bag. Moisture was building up on the inside and the air was getting noticeably thinner. She was just finishing lacing her boots as the first tinge of panic was setting in. She had resorted to taking a big breath, the bag sucking tightly to her face, then holding it as long as she could. She'd tense her diaphragm and stomach muscles as she fought the urge to take another recycled breath.

As she descended the stairs to the basement, panting began. Her stomach was tingling. Her lungs felt like what can only be described as burning. She desperately needed air. Bright dots were starting to appear in front of her. Her vision became more and more tunneled. She quickly got on her knees before her father and crossed her arms behind her back. She was internally screaming, "rip off the bag! You're not tied!" but it was no use. "No, I MUST submit," she repeated in her head. Must submit.

"This slave is ready, *pant* *cough* mm master."

She was as on the verge of total blackout when her father finally tore a small hole in the bag in front of her mouth. She made a long gasp for air.

"Thank you , my master." she said, all the while looking downward as to not make eye contact. Slaves aren't worthy of eye contact unless commanded to do so. Before her was a medium butt plug. It was roughly 5 inches long and at its widest point was an inch and a half. It was shiny with a generous amount of lube and it was stuck to the floor with a suction cup.

"This is the start of your anal training. Your task is to have that plug seated inside you tonight and for it to remain there until I say otherwise. Am I understood?"

"Yes, master."

He moved over to her and forced her from her kneeling position to being on all fours. He unzipped her crotch zipper enough to have full access to her ass. He took a needle-less syringe filled with lube and placed it against her pink rosebud. It tensed at the contact, giving him a little wink of anticipation. He slowing pushed the plunger, pushing the warmed lube into her rectum.

"You may begin."

She slowly moved over to the plug and examined it. She rose up on her knees and moved over it. She positioned herself above it and reached down, leading it to point at its intended destination. She hesitantly started to ease herself down, just to the point of feeling it just stretch her anal ring slightly. She started making a bouncing motion. Slowly fucking her ass with it but it never entered more than 3/4 of an inch. To go any further down on it seemed impossible.

"No, I MUST submit to this, I must have this in my ass," she thought to herself.

She was visibly becoming more and more frustrated. All the while her father watched, his cock pulsing slowly. She closed her eyes and pushed harder.

"Mmmph," she muttered in disappointment as she felt a twinge of pain, letting her know she'd met her maximum width. Tears started forming.

"Now, now, this just will not do," her father told her.

"I'm sorry, my master. I'm trying hard to relax as you warned me to, but it won't go in any farther."

"Are you sure?" he asked as he put slight pressure on her shoulders.

"Ohh, ow.. Yes, I'm sure."

"Well lets see what we can do about that," he said. "Stay there and keep pressure on it and breath and relax."

He returned with a gas mask with a filter can on its front. She thought it strange. We haven't used that mask and she didn't see how it could be used for breathplay since there were no hoses or such.

He placed the mask over her face and tightened the straps. He opened the filter can. He then took a cotton ball and took a small brown bottle out of his pocket. Her breathing was rapid and she was getting plenty of air as she kept pressure on the plug that now seemed enormous to her. He unscrewed the cap and placed the cotton ball on top of the bottle, turning it upside down to douse the ball with whatever the vial contained.

"Now, I want you to take slow, deep breaths and hold them for a second or two," he said as he place the cotton ball in the can and screwed it back to the front of the gasmask.

The air was a little tougher to pull now, but no more than using a snorkel. But now there was this strong smell of rubbing alcohol. "Strange," she thought. But then...

A surge of heat flowed to her chest. A rush of heat flowed all through her body radiating from her center. Her vision thinned and her ears started to ring. An overwhelming calm took over her whole body...

"Uuuhng," was the best approximation of the sound she made. It was a deep, low grunt of pure relaxation and peace.

Then it happened. Her ass began to relax and more and more of the plug found its way into her loosening rectum.

"Umm... Ugn," she continued as finally, her anus began to close around the base of the plug.

"There we go, sweetie. See, I knew you could do it," he said with the approval of a proud parent/master.

"What... what was.... uhgn..." she tried to ask as he then took a vibrator to her clit, forcing another rush of heat though her as she continued to breath in the strong fumes.

"Now, that should be enough of this then," he said as he removed the gas mask, revealing her sweating, red face. An outline of the respirator showed as a red mark around her chin and the bridge of her nose.

The orgasm hit her just as spectacularly as the fumes from the chemical her father had placed in her gasmask. She wanted to lay over on her side, but the suction cup of the plug was still firmly attached to the floor and no movement was possible.

"There, did my little slave like poppers?"

Panting she responded, "y... yes, mmaster." Her head slowly moving from side to side.

The fullness of her rectum was starting to become more apparent as the drug wore off.

"May this slave serve you, master?" she said as she then closed her eyes, looked upward, and opened her mouth wide.

"Of course", he said as he unzipped his pants and guided his cock to her mouth. No sooner had she taken him throat deep 5 times he came with a low grunt. His cock never left her mouth as she eagerly swallowed it all. He removed his cock and she kept her mouth open as evidence of her obedience in swallowing all his cum.

"This slave is grateful for her master's cum."

"That's my big girl," he replied.