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30 days submissive training I experienced I not too recently returned from what I was told was part of my submissive training. It consisted of 30 days on a train. Riding Amtrak cross country. Criss crossing America. East coast to the West coast. And from the Canada border down to the Mexico border. The trip was all arranged by some keyholders. They arranged all the trains. Even arranged the seating. Not a sleeper. Not even a roomette. It was coach seating all the way. Publicly exposed the entire trip. No privacy. My destinations were chosen for me. They arranged for my lodging when I got off the train. Otherwise, while on the train, I had to sleep with the other coach class passengers. I spent 20 nights out of 30 nights trying to sleep on the train. The word is “trying” Before I was about to be taken to the first of many trains. My “friends” locked me up in a new chastity cage. Hell is an understatement to what this device is. The cage is smaller than I have been wearing. It was hard to pack my “manhood” in the cage. On the outside it was smaller and the room inside was taken up by sharp metal spikes. I struggled to put the cage on. As I forced my little pee pee in the cage. The spikes let me see and feel how my flesh could and would be ripped and torn by the spikes. I had to wear that for a few days before the trip. My “friends” seemed to take great pleasure by teasing and tormenting me in this new cage. Yes, I did spend time, on my knees, crying my eyes out. And my “friends” making me swallow erectile enhancement pills while they watched, made the shame I felt even worse for me. Some friends stayed with me for the eek before my first train was scheduled to depart. They packed my backpack. I was only allowed to carry what they decided. I was given a wallet containing only my ID and a few dollars for food and drink. And I do mean a few dollars. I had to try and live on less than $100 for the entire 30 days. If I wanted more on the trip. I would either have to beg others for food or spare change. They did say I could find ways to make money on the journey. My services might be worth a couple dollars to someone. They laughed when they said that. Three days before they took me to the train station. The key was mailed to someone. There was only one key for this chastity cage they told. Better hope it does not get lost in the mail they told me. They secured all but one of the compartments on my backpack. Leaving only space for my train tickets. A long, long list of instructions. A pack of peanut butter crackers. And a small bottle of water. I would meet someone when I got off the train, who would take possession of the bag and inspect it to make sure I did not try and tamper with it. That first train was an overnight. When I got to my seat I saw both seats were unoccupied. I settled in my seat. Or as best as I could. The conductor came by. Check my ticket. Enjoy your ride he said Then he walked to the next passenger. A few hours later the train stopped for a fresh air break. Gave me time to get up, stretch my legs outside and look at the setting sun while taking in the fresh air. When I got back to my seat there was this woman sitting in the seat next to where I was sitting. She was in the aisle. My seat was next to the window. There was a bag. A paper bag on my seat. Along with her purse. I tried to explain to her that was my seat next to her. She unfolded a piece of paper. She looked at it. Then the paper to show me. It was my picture. Is that you she asked. Yes ma’am I replied. It’s about time you got here. It’s not nice to make a lady wait. Someone should teach you some manners. Now reach over and pick up that paper bag. I reached over and she leaned forward so I would end up brushing against her breasts. I stood in the aisle. Now take that bag in the bathroom and put it where it belongs. NOW GO. We will talk about this later. In the bathroom I discovered a butt plug. One that was rather large in size. I had to use hand soap to lube it up enough for me to insert it where it belongs. And as I struggled to push it in. My little pee pee was trying to grow. And those spikes were reminding me they were there. I got back to my seat. The train had already been moving. Sorry I took so long I told her. Your not sorry. Not yet at least. She picked my backpack off my seat and tossed it on the floor. Now sit down, before you can’t sit down. We have a long couple nights together. That first night was hard on me. I got little sleep. I was covered up with a thin blanket she brought me. The rocking of the train seemed to drive that plug deeper and deeper up my ass. She laid next to me. Her head on my shoulder. Using it like a pillow. And her hand inside my pants. Her fingers in my crotch. During the ride, we talked about things. General things as well as intimate and very personal things. When we got to our destination. She had me carry the bags. Both hers and mine. Walk five paces behind her she said. Don’t speak to her. Don’t acknowledge her. Eyes down and follow me. She hailed a cab. We were taken to a classy hotel. She checked in. I continued to follow her. Up the elevator and into the room. Once inside the room she told me put the bags on the bed. Then she had me strip naked and get on my knees. I watched as she examined my backpack. Taking her time. Checking all the zippers. Then threw the bag across the room. You won’t need that here.. Then I watched as she opened her bag. She pulled out some toys. Strapon and harness among other things. Then she set her bag aside. Walked over to me. Stood in front of me. I looked up as she towered over me. We need to set some ground rules. Then she spit in my face. And the training commenced. |
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