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30 day submission training i experienced (part seven) It was time for me to leave. I was led out to the foyer. My clothes were still in the basket where I placed them yesterday. I got dressed and was escorted to the limo. The driver opened the back door. I climbed in. He handed me my backpack and an envelope. As we departed the property I sat back. As best as I could that is after what just happened in the dungeon area. Are you hungry the driver asked. Yes Sir I replied. Open the envelope. That’s for you. We’ll stop on the way for a quick bite. I opened the sealed envelope. In side was a five dollar bill. What is this I asked. That’s payment for your services he told me. Five dollars I said. Be glad you got that much he said. After all you disrespected Madam by your tardiness. He stopped at a drive thue. Got me a “happy meal”. Then on our way. He told me hurry up and eat. Said it won’t be long. As we drove he said Madam thought you loved that chain-mail flogger. So she gave it to you. I put it in your bag. Take it home with you. Get on your knees and offer it to your fiance. Madam said to think of it as a wedding gift from her. Your wedding night will be a hit with all that are there. Wear red afterwards. No more white. We arrived at the station. He dropped me off at the curb. I went inside the station to check in. I was too early they said. The train was delayed. I tried to wait in the station. They had hard wooden benches with tall wooden seat backs. I tried to sit there but it was not long before my legs, my ass and my back was on fire. I went outside to walk around. Be by myself. And I needed a place to go so I could cry. And Yes, I surely cried. The next segment of the train was short. Was not long before I got off the train and was being picked up by this women in leather. She drove me into the woods. To an old cabin. Once inside I stripped naked for her. She said she wanted to see my back. How did she know I thought to myself. But it did not matter. I was sent here to learn to be better at being submissive. I spent time on my knees. Worshiping her feet. Worshiping her pussy. And burying my nose in the crack of her ass. After what seemed like hours on my knees. She said I am a bad boy I need my mouth washed out with soap. She grabbed my cage and led me outside. She restrained my arms between two large trees. Then she wrapped rope around my ankles and spread my legs wide. Painfully wide. She showed me a bar of soap. Open wide she said. Then stuck the bar of soap in my mouth. Keep your mouth closed. Don’t let the soap fall. There is a storm coming. I’m going to keep you just like that all night. You’re going to get wet. Drenched. Whatever you do. Don’t let the soap drop. She went into the warm, dry cabin and left me to weather the elements. My face and body was pelted with a cold hard driving rain. The next morning she came back outside. She was dressed in rain gear. A rain coat and those big rubber rain boots She splashed thru the mud while carrying my back pack. The mud was everywhere and it was now a light rain. She stood before me. Asked if I was okay. I grunted. Trying to answer her. At the same time trying hard to keep the bar of soap in my mouth. She walked around me a few times. Looking me over. Telling me she was happy to see I did not drop the soap. As she walked around I did not see she had something in her rain coat. My backpack was on the ground in front of me. In a puddle of mud. She stood behind me. Talking. Saying slaves need to be punished for disobedience. That it hit me. She had the chain-mail flogger in her hand. She took it out of my back pack sometime last night. She had it in her rain coat. What happened then was she struck my back with the metal flogger. No warning. Just a heavy hit to my very sore back. The blow startled me. My jaw dropped. My mouth opened. And I dropped the soap. She scolded me for dropping the soap. She scream and punched me in the face. I watcher as she emptied my back pack. Through my clothes in the mud. Dumped out the contents of mt backpack. Then stomped my clothes into the puddle of mud. She pulled out a knife. Cut the ropes holding my hands and feet to the trees. Get dressed. I’m leaving in five minutes. You have a train to catch. I threw on my pants shirt and shoes. Put everything else back in the bag. She was out front. Honking the horn. I’m leaving she shouted. With or without you. |
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