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11/22/2023 8:03 am

My slave training - a story

Mistress commanded me to meet her in training room at 2:30. I got there early and prostrated myself in the center of the room pointing towards the entry and waited for Mistress. It wasn’t long before she came in and told me peremptorily to go stand in the corner. One never knew the mind of Mistress and it was best to not anticipate, but keep one’s mind blank. Only keep the slave’s mantra in the forefront: be obedient, obey instantly, follow all rules. I got up as fast as my arthritis and creaky joints allowed, and went to the position, placing my nose in the corner. I waited. After a couple of minutes, Mistress had me get a 25 foot length of rope, tie my cock and testicles so that a loop existed on the backside to attach a weight. She had me fix a pulley to the rafter and run the free end of the rope through it while I stood under it. Mistress attached a weight to the free end of the rope, and had me take a couple of steps forward. Mistress repeated this with heavier weights, until I began to flinch from the pull of the heavy weight on my nuts. Mistress returned to her seat across the room, sat down and told me to crawl towards her. I got on all fours and began to crawl, tugging against the weight that restrained me. At the midpoint mistress told me to stop. She instructed me to crawl backwards with my face towards her back to the corner. She idly got up and picked up a crop from the bench and one of her heavier lashes. She turned to me and said “crawl on your belly slave”. I fixed my eyes on her chair, lowered my body to the floor, and began to crawl. The weight tugged painfully on my nuts, but that didn’t matter as I was under Mistress’ command. It had been a long time since Mistress served me pain. In many ways it was welcome. Yes, it was uncomfortable; yes, it hurt. Yes, I deserved it. I welcomed it.
I reached the midpoint and Mistress stopped me. Her lash came down heavily on my back, and I flinched a little. Her crop smacked me on each of my buttocks. She lashed me again and stood in front of me. “You like this don’t you slave?“ I nodded. “More, please Mistress,” I begged. Her face didn’t change, but her eyes registered contempt. She used her crop to smartly slap my swollen testicles and I yelped and twisted in pain. Mistress took her time and lashed me hard on the back and shoulders with every word, “Tell Mistress Why You Crave This Punishment, This Pain? Tell Mistress Now!” She continued to rain moderate slaps from her crop on my tied up nuts, making me twitch. I stammered out “Thank you Mistress for the lesson. I need punishment for the sins of my life. For destroying my marriage, losing my family, descending into poverty, disappointing my sisters, and abandoning God.” I could have added more, like being an idiot, stupidly falling for lust instead of love, for lying to myself and others. Honesty was required and I had been honest, up to a point. I just left a few items off the list. It’s a long list justifying my need for pain. “Stand up, slave, she commanded. I did slowly, bracing against the weight pulling me backward. She began to lash my legs and chest. But they were as light as tickles compared to the back lashes. I looked at the floor and waited.
Mistress stood in front of me, glaring. I kept reminding myself that all I needed to do was be obedient. She commanded “Kneel, slave.” This was surprising as she often spared my knees. “Worship my pussy, slave.” I buried my face in her pussy and began to lick. I placed my hands on her ass and pressed my tongue to her sweet pussy lips and clit. I was surprised to feel the lash on my back. “Hands behind your back, slave. Can you not remember your training?” I blushed because I did remember it but had failed to do it properly. My fault. “Is slave

deliberately screwing up to get more punishment?” She asked. I said, “No Mistress, this slave regrets his error.” “Slave should continue - he was not given permission to stop.” I resumed tonguing her yummy pussy. After about five minutes, I was told to return to the corner, remove the weight, untie my genitals, and wait with my nose in the corner while standing and grabbing my ankles. I was sore and achy but I didn’t have to wait long. Mistress appeared bare breasted wearing tight latex pants sporting her favorite 9” dildo in her strapon. She lubed and probed and stretched my ass in silence. She put Japanese clover clamps on my nipples,
connected them with a light chain and set a 2 ounce weight in
the center of the chain, then dropped it. I groaned from the
sudden pain. She took the opportunity to enter my ass at that
moment. She was not gentle but quite forceful. I struggled to
keep my balance while she fucked my ass deep and hard. She
yelled denigrating things to me. I was her bitch, her slab of
meat, her fuckable dildo, her slut boy toy who was lucky to not be sold to another mistress or master yet. I moaned and wished for more. I was a slave. I deserved this. It was penance for my sins. Being bitch fucked was better than being dead. And I would’ve been dead if Mistress hadn’t saved me. She could fuck me til I bled, and I would be whittling down my massive collection of sins and remorse with this tiny portion of penance, though I knew I would never ever have a clean conscience again. Finally, she stopped. She had a light sheen of sweat and slapped my ass as she got out of her strapon. She dropped it and told me to clean it later. I was told to stand and face the corner. I heard her cross the room and sit. I imagined she donned a tank shirt or a sports bra. “Slave, crawl to me. Come worship my feet.” I said “Yes Mistress. Thank you for the anal fuck.” I kept my eyes downcast as I crawled on all fours to where she sat. I began at once to lick and kiss her feet.
Mistress did not allow it for very long. Soon she said “Cease.” She told me to sit at the end of the couch, facing the opposite end. I was curious as to why, but knew better than to ask. I sat as directed. She came and sat next to me, leaned her back against my chest and grabbed my hands. She moved them to her chest and murmured “Caress me, slave, gently, with love due to me.” She relaxed against me and laid her head back on my shoulder. Mistress had never done such things with me and I was attuned to learning how I could serve her. “Tell me, slave,” she said, “what happened in this training session. Tell me what you think its purpose was.” Wow. I’d never been asked that. I mentally reviewed the activities. Mistress had immediately established dominance and control over me. She pushed my limits a little and made me revisit why I was her slave. She used me for her pleasure with no regard for my satisfaction or enjoyment. I was put in my place and held there with my face anchored in the dirt with her heel. Then she brought me to the couch, ostensibly for aftercare, but something was not the same. She was testing me in some way I didn’t yet understand. I could only play along until Mistress revealed more. I relayed this thinking to Mistress. She merely snuggled deeper into me and said “Slave is right for once. Mistress has plans. It is good you see the pattern. Slave’s life is pathetic. He let his Ex tread all over him, withhold sex, bully him and you took it like a true submissive. Then you got the backbone to divorce her and now you are wallowing in guilt and remorse that you create in your own mind because you can’t break free of the thought that it is always your fault. I don’t know if that comes from your parents or from your Ex. You can’t help being a

submissive. It’s in your personality. Makes you a good slave. You know you deserve your punishment. You can never get enough. Your guilt will never be washed away. It is who you have been for 70 years.” She rubbed my cock and looked hungrily at it. “You make a fine dildo, slave. I can fuck you, suck you, kick you, beat you, starve you whenever I want and you tell yourself stories about how much you deserve it. Perfect for me,” and for emphasis she slapped my face. I felt confused. She was still toying with my cock. That wasn’t unusual. What was weird was that she wasn’t commanding me to do anything. I wanted her to suck it but she was Mistress and as a slave I was supposed to have no desire for my pleasure, only her pleasure. She continued to lick my cock head and stroke my shaft lazily like it was a summer treat to be slowly savored. Her voice changed to include a little girl note. “What do you want, slave? Can Mistress make you feel better? Does slave want his weenie played with?” Her mouth grinned and laughter rippled out of her. Now I was truly confused. Never had Mistress acted this way. I could feel my universe shifting. She mouthed my glans, sucked, and took her lips off my skin with a loud pop! “What does slave want?” She asked. I turned
from her, avoiding her gaze. I forced the words from my mouth
“I want my cock sucked so I cum”. Mistress brightly replied, “So
you want me to call Belinda to come suck your cock?” I paused,
turned and looked at Mistress, “I want Mistress to suck my
cock until I cum in her mouth.” There. It was out. I said it. I
waited, dreading the consequences. “Good, slave,” said
Mistress. “You should answer all my questions honestly. It is your duty. You should never think about lying to Mistress. Not about anything, ever.” She pushed me back against the couch and sucked and stroked my cock. She was incredibly skilled. Far beyond what my cousins could do. I started to embrace Mistress but she emphatically told me to put my hands behind my back. I was momentarily shocked but rapidly obeyed. One hand toyed with my testicles and the other stroked my shaft while her mouth, tongue, and lips drove me harder and excited more pleasure for me than I’d ever experienced. Just as my orgasm began to build Mistress suddenly stopped. She popped off my cock and told me to lie on my side in front of her. I was grateful she was sparing my knees but silently assumed the required position. “Slave knows his cousins train with him. They are all at least 40 years younger than you. Tell me Slave, for what purpose do I train you?” I replied that I was trained to please and pleasure Mistress in whatever way she commanded. I was to serve her desires for sex, dominance, perform domestic tasks for her, cook for her, house clean, and obey her will in all things. I was her human dildo, her slut boy, her pegging target, her sex toy and plaything. But also, I was nothing, a mere slave whose only reason to exist was to serve Mistress. She said “Very good slave. You exist for me only. You serve me. But you really are nothing, valueless, replaceable, and pathetic.” I pressed my forehead to the floor and said, “Yes Mistress. I am those things.” “What about the female slaves? Why do I train them, slave?” asked Mistress. My mind went blank. I didn’t know why. It was Mistress’ project. Slaves need not understand the reasons of Mistress, they only need obey. Mistress poked me with her foot, “Slave! Why do I train your cousins?” I coolly began, “Mistress acquired the cousins initially to help in the family business Mistress would build in

Florida. Those are mostly business skills and job skills. Mistress trains the female slaves intensely in proper slave behavior, sex skills, sex positions, orgasm control, positions, postures, and other topics that I am not privy to. The purpose of this training is not known to me but I speculate they are trained to be placed with a Master or Mistress.” “Slave is partially correct. Cousins are trained to be 24/7 sex slaves. They could be placed with a Master or Mistress if I am inclined and approve the match. It’s possible I could get a handsome price for a properly trained slave. But don’t worry, slave. You are too old to be sold. You are mine forever, or until my whimsy tells me to throw you on the street.” She smiled at me and tapped her toe on my butt.
“We must now get serious, slave. I’ve noticed that the dreams and fantasies you report to me have been transitioning slowly over the years. At first you focused on submission and punishment. Then you had your period of getting fucked in the ass, bound by rope, chain, and mechanical device, like a pillory, followed by punishment. Next your stories spoke of your erectile dysfunction, impotence, and eunuch-like existence. Then you morphed into controlling orgasm. You could get hard but not stimulated to cum. You wrote a few stories about fucking pussy but not being able to control orgasm. Most recently your stories and fantasies contain overtones of dominant behavior. You don’t say it overtly, but you seem to want a cousin to bend to your desire. You are still perfectly willing to be dominated by me, as you were in this training session. Nonetheless in play time with your cousins I observe you initiating sex with them in the guise of practicing a sex position. But it’s a position you select. Like pile driver with Katherine a few days ago. Linda was uninterested but Katherine said yes. I noted you had a lengthy practice time with her. And just now, I made you tell me what you wanted. Of course I had set you up to want your cock sucked. I was impressed that my groveling submissive slut boy could actually tell Mistress his desire. What does slave think of Mistress’ assessment?” I gulped and realized everything she had said was true. I was feeling the desire to make my cousins do what I wanted to enact upon them. I hadn’t realized it would be so obvious to anyone. I really wasn’t aware of my progression in my fantasies, but I could not deny the verity of Mistress’ interpretation. I slumped and said “This slave confesses to Mistress that his desires have become stronger, his need for sex that was denied to him in marriage is emerging and filling his thoughts. Slave confesses fantasies of having his way with cousins and not reporting them to Mistress. Slave has guilt over secret talks with cousins regarding how he would fuck them senseless in every hole. He knows the girls want to be used, want to be submissive, want to satisfy a cock. Slave confesses all this and waits for lesson and discipline from Mistress.” I prostrated flat on the floor, anticipating nothing. Waiting for Mistress to render judgement. “That’s cute slave. Now sit up on the couch with me and listen,” said Mistress wryly. I rose and assumed a position on the couch a respectful distance from Mistress. I had no faith that I was in any way forgiven. Mistress worked in mysterious ways and I had learned with some difficulty to not presume her next move. “Clearly you want to fuck your cousins. You want to call the shots, the action. Isn’t that right, slave?” The whole notion was so against my training that I froze for a moment. But I knew I must be truthful with Mistress. No matter the consequence. My duty was

to answer truthfully. I carefully selected a truthful answer, “Mistress, in my fantasies and dreams, you are correct,” I said. Mistress frowned, looked at me with steel in her eyes and said, “Don’t give me that play-it-safe bullshit slave. I haven’t the time to play your games. Now answer the question. Use small words and give me Big Truth.” I unhesitatingly answered “Yes Mistress. I do want to call the action with cousins. That is the truth.” “Right, slave. Finally you give me the truth. I already knew it was true. I wanted to hear you acknowledge it as your truth. I don’t need you to parrot back to me what you think I want to hear. Let’s keep it straightforward, clear, and honest.”
Mistress paused and gathered her thoughts for a moment. “Remember our discussions of role play in BDSM?” I nodded yes and she proceeded. “I want to craft a training session including you and a slave girl, one of your cousins. It will be role-play themed. The goal is for the cousin to accept dominance from a new male. She should not cringe or delay. She should be pleasant, willing, and able to perform skillfully. In any case, I will be observing and will give appropriate feedback. This exercise will give her practice in transitioning to a new master, should the need arise. This exercise is not for you slave. Not for you to call the shots, not for you to practice dominance or get the sex you want; you are just a tool following an action script. You will get critical feedback as well from me. Is that perfectly clear?” I replied, “Yes, Mistress. I am only a tool in the training session. It is clear.” “The scenarios will generally go like this. You will be dressed and placed in the training room. I will bring a cousin and explain she’s being interviewed by a master and that she is to obey him as she would me during the interview. I will bring her in, introduce you and then leave. You will act authoritatively, confidently and perform a scripted interview. You will assess her behavior, attitude, submissiveness, enthusiasm, politeness and skill. You will have her kneel before you and suck your cock. Then assess her knowledge of standard slave positions. You will attempt three different sex positions with her to test her knowledge of basic sex styles. You must act convincingly and there will be strict limits on bindings, restraints, and use of pain. Then I will come back to terminate the interview. Can you do this? Can you be convincing and perfect for this training?” “Yes Mistress, I can. Mistress knows I worked 20 years in theater. I will enjoy the challenge Mistress offers.” Mistress smiled, “Of course I remember. You and I will have a few private training sessions so I can tune your performance and give you advice. The cousins must not know about this, I’m sure you understand. But that is enough for today slave. You are dismissed to clean up and prepare evening meal. We will begin tomorrow.” Mistress stood and left the training room. I put away the rope, pulley, nipple clamps and strapon. I cleaned and put away the dildo. I went to clean my face and hands and reported for kitchen duty just in time. I pondered how Mistress was clever, mysterious, insightful, and thoroughly perceptive. She always seemed to know things about me that even I did not openly acknowledge. She had, though inadvertently planted a seed in my head that I would ponder for many days. Was I in fact forever destined to be submissive? Would I ever rise above a slave? I thought about Mistress. She had been a slave and now she was a Domme. I guess it was feasible for some. But for me, I wasn’t sure.

I hoped to have a lot of fun working with Mistress in training to appear dominant. I had great expectations for satisfaction doing the role playing with the cousins; I truly did want to make them serve me. Because actually, I never expected to regain my sexual appetite. I had come to believe that I was indeed a eunuch. But recent events had shown that I was changing. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to change, but it clearly was happening and I had not been attentive to the ramifications. I needed self reflection to sort my mind. Yes, Mistress had given me much to think on. It never once occurred to me that Mistress had even greater designs afoot. But, as always, it never pays to underestimate Mistress. But mainly, I was not underestimating, I was just clueless. There was no way for me to know what the future would bring. No way to anticipate Mistress’ plans. Slaves do not consider such deep thoughts.


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