SLAVE TRAINING

Peter Malin

 

 

 

The doorbell rang at precisely 7.00 pm.

That pleased me, as I do like those about to be initiated into the world of bondage and discipline to be on time - punctuality is a sign of basic obedience. I kept her waiting for nearly five minutes, however, as I have found that waiting outside my front door tends to heighten a new slave's sense of anticipation.

I picked up the copy of the letter she had sent me asking to be considered for training and walked through to the hall. Opening the door, I beckoned her to follow me into the lounge where I told her to remain standing in the centre of the room and not to speak unless I gave her permission.

I sat down and re-read the letter to refresh my memory. Her name was Jane, she was 38 years old and had been divorced for four years. She now lived with her boyfriend Michael and they both earned good salaries. Michael was Head of Mathematics at a highly rated public school and Jane was the senior tax consultant with a major firm of accountants in the city.

As their relationship had developed, Michael told her of his long-held desire to have a partner who was willing to be sexually dominated and controlled especially through the use of bondage and discipline. This had struck a cord in Jane for she knew that, when it came to enjoying sex, she had always responded better when being told what to do. In the early days of her failed marriage, being sexually submissive to her ex-husband had been very exciting.

Subsequently both of them had tried very hard, probably too hard, to act out their Master-Slave fantasies but, to date, they were not satisfied with their efforts. Although Jane confessed to enjoying being disciplined (they had experimented with spanking and caning), Michael's understandable hesitancy and lack of experience had prevented her from being able to fully accept his authority and control over her. Through their subscriptions to various magazines, they had come across my advert regarding training and, with mutual agreement, Jane had written the letter requesting my help. I had met them once to discuss in detail what they wanted and to let them know exactly what I would require and expect.

Subsequently Michael had spent a week with me being shown the basic skills and attitudes required of a good Master. I had used Marsha, my own much cherished submissive and, by the time he left, Michael had seen and learnt much.

Jane was five foot six inches tall with short blonde hair and green eyes. Her figure measured 36C bust, 26 inch waist and 35 inch hips. In her letter, she had given me all the other measurements I had asked for. She remained standing in front of me, holding a small case in one hand and an envelope in the other which was trembling slightly.

"Have you brought the contract?"

She nodded, obviously very nervous.

Although her eyes were full of apprehension, she had at least remembered not to speak until I had given permission.

"Has Michael signed it?"

Again she nodded.

"Do you understand exactly what powers this contract gives me over you and do you accept my control without question?"

Once more she nodded.

"Finally, have you signed it?"

In reply, she handed me the envelope.

Taking out the folded paper, I could see that they had both signed and dated the contract. Jane had agreed to submit herself for training, the length of her training dependent on how well she progressed.

"Give me your case, take off your coat and let me see how you have complied with my initial instructions."

As she took off her coat, I opened the case. All it contained were toiletries, make-up and several pairs of stockings. Looking up, I saw that, except for earrings, suspender belt, stockings and shoes, she was naked.

"Come and stand close to me and open your legs."

Compliantly, she moved closer and widened her stance so that her feet were about eighteen inches apart. Her pubic hair had been trimmed to a neat inverted triangle, pointing the way to her cunt. Her labia lips were completely smooth and hairless. I felt her tense slightly as my fingers touched her skin.

In spite of her nervousness, when I took my fingers away the tips were wet.

"You are here to start your training as a submissive slave so that you can fulfil all of Michael's sexual needs and fantasies. All the time you are here, from this first weekend and all subsequent training sessions, you will not be allowed to say no or refuse to carry out any instruction I, or anyone else, may give you. If you do, you will be sent away and never allowed to return."

At this, her eyes widened slightly but she remained silent.

"Before we start, let me remind you of the basic rules. You will only speak when permission has been given and you are spoken to. You will address me as 'Master' at all times.

"Similarly, when you return to Michael and whenever you are on duty, you will always him as 'Master'. You will never raise your eyes above waist height unless told to do so. Your hands must either be kept at your sides or behind you but never in front unless instructed differently. You will never either stand or sit with your knees touching or will you cross your legs. You must ask for and receive permission before you can eat, sleep, sit, move or leave my presence. More importantly, you will never orgasm until permission has been granted.

"At the end of any punishment, providing you have not been gagged, you will thank whoever has administered it to you and, when you are being whipped or caned, you will count every stroke received out loud. If you forget to say thank you or lose count of the number of strokes, the punishment will be repeated. Finally, if at any time you ask permission to phone Michael urgently, I will terminate your training immediately and you will be required to leave at once. That is your escape clause. You may now respond to my questions. Are you ready to start your training now?"

"Yes I am" she replied.

I waited for a couple of seconds and then slapped her hard on her thigh.

She cried out and took a step back. I slapped her hard on her other thigh and waited.

After a moment she remembered and said: "Thank you, Master," in a very small voice.

"That's better" I told her. "Firstly you forgot to call me Master and then you moved without permission. Do you understand?"

She looked at me and said: "Yes Master."

"Now what have you done wrong?" I asked.

I saw her close her eyes as she remembered that she was not allowed to raise her eyes and look directly at me.

"Fetch me the leather paddle that's on the table by the door and then bend over the back of this chair. You are about to receive your first ten strokes."

I stood up as she gave me the paddle and waited until she had positioned herself as instructed.

"Spread your legs wider apart."

She did so immediately making her cunt open, exposing her inner lips and I could see she was now very wet. I aimed the first stroke onto her left cheek. There was a sharp intake of breath followed by silence. The second slightly harder stroke reddened her right cheek. She clenched her fists against the sting. The next two were much harder, making her cry out.

"Stand up."

She straightened up and her hands went to soothe her stinging bottom.

"Turn around, put your arms straight above your head and keep them there."