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30 days submission training i experienced (part six) I know I was spending way too much time in that bathroom. I had to listen to others knocking on the bathroom door. Telling me to hurry up. That others had to use it too. I struggled to expel the hot dogs out of me. Parts came easy. Others refused to leave. I had to stick my fingers up my ass at times and try to grab and pull the dogs out of my ass. I finally gave up . Getting most of what I could. And the fact that the conductor opened the door and said time for you to go back to your seat. When I got back to my seat. Both seats were empty. My backpack was sitting on the seat, next to the window. The seat that was assigned to me. I saw a pink envelope sticking out the front pocket of my bag. The lady that was here was gone. Her stuff was gone. I sat down in the aisle seat. Took out the pink envelope from my bag. There was one word on the front of the envelope. The word was SLUT. Written in very beautiful cursive handwriting. I opened the envelope. Pulled out the letter. And began to read it. It explained to me that at my next destination, I was to go to the parking lot. Look for someone holding a sign. The placard would have a name. CAGE. C. CAGE I was guessing it was referring to my chastity cage The letter ended with time to prove yourself. Remember, you agreed to ANYTHING. I folded the letter up. Put it in the envelope. And put it safely down in my backpack. I sat back. Trying to out the letter out of my mind. But the big bold, all capital letters of the word ANYTHING just kept coming to the forefront of my mind. The conductor came by. Is that your seat he asked. No Sir I replied. Show me your ticket. He looked at the ticket. Pointed to the seat by the window. That’s your seat he said. Move your bag and sit where you belong. I moved my seat as he waled away. I sat there. Just looking out the window. Not trying to think about what has happened on the train. Just trying to look at the beauty of mature as it passed me by. Not trying to think about anyone in this coach car. As I sat there, my phone rang. It startled me. Going thru pockets of this country where there was no signal on my phone. The phone call was from a “SPECIAL” Woman. The one I am doing all this for. She spoke to me. Told me she has been watching me. Been seeing pictures. Watching videos. Told me her Granddaughters Mother and her had a long talk last night. She was telling me all about you. By the way, hope your knees are okay this morning. She told me she sent me a few pics and a couple videos to my phone she wanted me to look at before I get off this train Not much time left she said. Do as your told. Then she hung up. I looked at the pics. As I saw the first image I set the phone face down. Looked around to see if anyone might be watching. Then I lifted the screen back up. The pictures were times I was with others during this journey. Very intimate and for me, very embarrassing pictures. If the pics were not bad enough. The videos shook me down to my core. Things I experienced. Things I hoped to put out of my mind for the time being. Those things were being thrown back in my face. I hoped no one has seen or will ever see these images. But I had the feeling that others have already seen it and in my stomach and in my heart. I fear many others will see this and quite possibly even more degrading things. Got to the next station. Walked off the train. Did not see the other two women I was with yesterday and last night. Grabbed a soda and a bag of chips before going to use the bathroom. I felt more of the hot dogs in my ass and I wanted them out. After freshening up, I sat in the lobby. Trying to relax and eat something. Then I noticed I was the only one in the lobby. I went out to the parking lot. Saw a limo parked at the curb. A well dressed man was holding a sign. The sign said C. Cage. I knew that must be for me Walked up to him. Excuse me I said. I think you are looking for me. He looked at me. You’re LATE he said. Madam does not like tardiness. Get in the car he said. We have a ways to go. On the ride he handed me a bag of pills along with a bottle of water. What are these I asked. There vitamins he said. Madam expects you to take them. You do understand. What Madam wants, Madam gets. Yes Sir I replied. I put the pills in my mouth. There ere only 6 of them. Opened the bottle of water and swallowed the pills. I had no idea where I was at. We pulled up to this huge place. The only way I can describe it is it looked like a massive estate. The driver opened the door and said we are here. As I was getting out I grabbed my backpack. Leave that here he said. You won’t be needing it. In fact, you won’t be needing your clothes either. Follow me, You can get undressed inside. Once inside the driver made me undress. I put my clothes in the basket as instructed. The driver cuffed my hands behind my back. Secured a blindfold over my eyes. Then Helped me down to my knees. I’ll let Madam know you are here he said. Then he walked away. I knelt there for sometime. Things began to scare me. I soon realized I was not alone. Rather others were coming and going. The fear factor, crawling up my spine was making me question my wisdom. My wisdom I had to agree to anything. Finally the blindfold was removed. So you’re the tardy little bitch she said. I’m sorry Ma’am. You're not sorry. I can tell. But you will be she said. She explained she is a Professional Dominatrix. That I was sent to her for training. And maybe to make a few dollars. I bet you’re hungry she said. Yes Ma’am I replied. Maybe tomorrow. Tonight you have my guests to service. There is a lot of what happened next that I cannot remember. She handed me over to some of her “guests”. I was used in so many ways. It was getting late when I found myself strung up in a dungeon. Blindfolded AND gagged. Ropes around my wrists and my feet off the ground. I was more afraid then I ever have been in my life. I must of passed out our fell asleep or something. But when I woke up. She was standing before me. The gag and blindfold had been removed. You were tardy. I want you and others to see what I do to tardy little boys like you. Your gag is gone because no one can hear you in here. The walls are soundproof. Then she pointed to three cameras. You are being recorded. I want the world to see The pathetic little loser you are. She Picked up two toys from a small table. This is my whip. This is my chain mail flogger. I’m going to cut your back with my whip. Then I'm going to open your cuts with my flogger. By the way. Your Lady is watching you right now. She sent you to me. N Before we begin. How much do you love her she asked me. Do you want to marry her? Are you willing surrender everything to her? Are you ready to give up your life to her? Give up your family? Give up your friends? Ready to be her property? Her pet? Her 24/7 slave? Yes Ma’am I am I replied. Then tell her now. Look at that camera and tell her. She is on the other side right now. TELL HER!!! I confessed my soul as the whip kissed my flesh. I was or am a masochist, but this was way beyond any form of good pain. She wrapped the whip around my neck. Then picked up the flogger. Do you still want to marry her I was asked. I verbally pledged my life to be her husband, her pet, her property, For as long as I live. I then felt the chain-mail flogger on my backside. I don’t know how I did it. But I did. Then she stood in front of me. Holding my head in her hands. Someone behind me then sprayed alcohol on the open flesh Imagine cutting your skin when you shave. Then splashing after shave on your face. The alcohol burns in ways I hope I never feel again. The soundproof walls allowed me to let it all out. I know this because I have watched this videotaped ordeal over and over again. |
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