30 days submission training i experienced (part 11) (FINAL)
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Posted:Apr 2, 2023 7:29 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:18 pm 16012 Views
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This will be the final chapter of the 30 days of submission training I experienced journal.
The last segment I will talk about was a new experience. Filled with so much that I crawled into my subspace many times.
It began when four young ladies picked me up at the train station. They said they were taking me out for a bite. I thought they meant dinner, as in food. I never suspected they meant to bite me.
We arrived at this nondescript place. At the door they said table for five. We went to this room. The hallway was dark. I asked where are we. I was told this was a special place. Serving the best.
We got to a room. It hit me when I saw the table and the toys. I was pushed in the room. Ordered to strip. As I knelt before them, someone came in and took away my clothes.
The four ladies told me they were told to hurt me. They want pictures and videos of you. You want to get married? You need to learn to obey. They examined me and verbally berated me. They strapped me to the table. Then teased and tormented me. At first they played nicely. But the longer they used me, the more they abused me.
I don’t like nipple torture. And they made me scream as they twisted, bit and even stuck needles in my nips. They also used CBT on me. I was still locked tight in the spiked chastity cage. But my balls were still exposed. Image your balls busted while your manhood is locked. That will surely destroy any sense of manhood you think you have. At least that is how it was for me.
They used sounds on me. I had sounds used on me too many times. When the metal rods get larger and larger, they have made my eyeballs roll in the back of my head. Some pain can be good pain. Some pain can kill. Or at least make me wish I was dead.
Then they brought out this electro box. Lots of wires. They taped wires on my fingers. Attached pads with wires to the soles of my feet. They left one of the metal sounds in my cock. They attached alligator clips to the metal sound in my locked cock. Attached pads to my balls. Wires attached to both. They attached alligator clips to the metal chastity cage. Then came the anal plug with wires.
I have used electro play before. I have enjoyed it. It gets me wood between my legs. But this was a different feeling this time
I watched as one of them plugged in the big box. Then I felt something dancing inside me. The sensations began lite. Then medium. Then I was kicking and screaming while they were laughing.
They said they knew I was a masochist. A pain slut. Let’s see what we can do they said. They lit me up like a Christmas tree. I felt if they stuck a light bulb in my mouth. That the light bulb would light up the whole room.
They brought me to tears. They were sadists and they admitted it. Someone came in and announced my train tickets were canceled. Said I will stay here until a train comes for me. I had no idea this train ticket was arrange to test me further.
I ended up staying for five days. Before the ladies left, I was informed I will remain here until I earn enough to pay for this training.
I was put up for rent. Ladies and men came through. My body was offered for their enjoyment. Use and abuse me anyway they want. Just not bad enough to need hospitalization.
There are some things I will mention here. I was deprived sleep. The 24/7 I was realIy used, degraded and very much abused. Every second of every minute, of every hour and everyday I was broken over and over again.
When they allowed me to leave There was nothing left of me. I have no idea how I walked onto that train. My body was ripped apart. I have never been pushed as far as I was there. And by so many. All in that short time. At least I was sent away with a hefty tip. The rest of the money was used to pay the expenses of the training.
I am home now. Looking back at things. Watching videos. Looking at pictures. Wondering how my body or even my mind survived.
So as I sit here. I wonder.
Did I pass the test?
Did I fail?
I wonder.
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30 days submission training i experienced (part ten)
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Posted:Mar 30, 2023 6:14 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:18 pm 11446 Views
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My last post I was talking about being led back to the barn. I was on my knees. A leash attached to the metal collar around my neck. If given a choice, I would of much rather been led back to the stables on my hands AND knees. But my hands were locked to both sides of the collar. Looking at that the pictures, I felt my knees here at home reminding me of how much my knees hurt at that time.
I went through hell that night. In the morning I was awaken by the Middle Eastern woman at the ranch. She had been out riding that morning. Dressed in her riding outfit. She walked over to me. Said she stepped in shit and wanted me to clean her boots. My hands were still restrained to the collar so my hands were useless. So all I had left was my tongue. I had to lick off mud and shit. Now I have been used as human furniture. A human ashtray. Human toilet. My mouth was a urinal for both women and men. Never did I eat shit. I’m not into scat. But this time, I watched myself eating shit off someone’s boots. Yes it is disgusting. But during this training, I agreed everything was on the table.
When it was nearing time for me to leave. The two Senoras came to me. Said I stink. Told me I smelled like shit. So they made me stand. I was still chained to the wall in the stable. My hands were still restrained to the heavy metal collar around my neck. It was time for a bath they said. They hosed me down with cold water from the garden hose. Then washed me with soapy water. They had a brush they used to wash down horses. A stiff brush with a long wooden handle.
The bristles hurt. They were not easy on me. They scrubbed hard. When I protested they turned the brush around and beat me with the back of the wooded brush. I was crying when they set the brush and pail aside. Then they rinsed me off with cold water before they released me. They watched as I dressed. I was still wet. They did not allow me to dry myself off.
I was taken back in the same pickup. I sat in the bed of the pickup. When we got to the train station. I saw I had time to wait. I spotted a store nearby. I picked up a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter. I only had ten dollars and some change. I still had three days or so before I would be home. And I needed to eat. So peanut butter sandwich for the next three days would be it
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30 days submission training i experienced (part nine)
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Posted:Mar 30, 2023 5:55 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:18 pm 10791 Views
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This next encounter both literally and physically destroyed me. It was something I never heard about. Never personally experienced. If I was 20, 30 or 40 years younger. Maybe I would consider it. But I am old. My body is not built for that anymore. At my age they would put me out to pasture or sell me to the glue factory.
I was picked up by a Mexican. Driving and old pick up truck. When I started to sit in the front seat with him, he said, in the back. I climbed in the bed of the pick up and we drove away. I think he was having fun when he would stop fast. Take tight corners and hit bumpy roads. There were no seat belts in the back of the pick up.
After a long ride, we arrived at a huge ranch. Acres and acres and acres. Near the Mexico border I felt I could walk across the river and be in Mexico.
We stopped at a barn. I was escorted into the stables by a Senorita. Once inside she had me strip. Inspected me. Inspected every inch of me. From the top of my head to the soles of mt feet. Checked my cage. Even checking my teeth. Like they were checking their horses or other animals.
A couple Senoras walked over. They were not much younger than I. They locked a heavy metal collar around my neck. It was tight. It slightly impaired my breathing. They then placed metal restrains on both wrists and locked each wrists to both sides of the collar. Like just above each shoulder.
A bit they called it. Was put in my mouth. They pulled the straps and pulled them tight. Middle aged Middle Eastern Woman came by. She was dressed in a riding outfit. I will admit it here. These type outfits excited me before, Made me weak in the knees and given me hard ons. The white blouse. Those tight pants. Those high black leather riding boots. She was holding a riding crop. She ordered me on all fours. Instead of hands and knees. With my hands locked to my collar. I had to go down to my knees and elbows,
She sat on my back. Like she was riding me. She did use the crop on my bare ass and made me crawl around the stable, with her still on my back. Crawling around on just my knees. With her on my back. Was hard on me.
One of the male stable hands then brought her a . She got off me and about to climb on a real . I watched as the male stable boy got down on his hands and knees. She used him to climb on her . I could see there was a pecking order here.
One of the Senoras took me outside. Out of the stables and into he pasture. She held the reigns and walked me around. She made me prance, gallop, jump and walk. The Senorita used me as a and the Senoras kept me in line by hitting me over and over with a buggy whip.
After what seemed like forever. After multiple stumbles. After so much “love” from the buggy whip. That buggy whip broke my skin. Not once. Not twice. But many times I was told.
After my seemingly hours of intense exercise in the pasture. I was led over to a device called a walker. It is like a merry go round. My collar was clipped to the walker. My wrists still locked to the sides of the heavy metal collar.
I felt the buggy whip on my ass. Followed by the verbal command WALK.
That collar was so tight around my neck. It felt so heavy. My wrists were above my shoulders. My wrists still locked onto the collar.
As I walked, I stumbled. Stumbled often. When I stumbled I would be choked by the metal collar. At times I felt I was being hanged. Hard to breath when the tight heavy metal around my neck is the only thing keeping you up.
I have been hung by my wrists. Hung by my ankles. Even hung by my balls. But hanging by my neck. Hanging with a collar, rope, chain or other things, scares the hell of my. I have learned there are some who get off on that. But NOT ME.
Finally they allowed me to stop. Sweat was pouring off me. The sun was beating down on me. I was desperate for something to drink. My treatment. My submission training was to continue.
The unclipped me from the tall walker. Good to be able to breathe again. I got down on my knees and they led me back to the stables.
I had to stop here. Take a pause. This journey was hard on me. Both physically as well as mentally. So I took a pause at writing this. Spent the night looking at pics and videos. Trying to refresh my memory. My intention is to be honest and share my personal experiences as they actually happened
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30 day submission training i experienced (part eight)
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Posted:Mar 26, 2023 8:13 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:18 pm 10132 Views
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I have four more stops to talk about. Four more tests I MUST ENDURE
I’m afraid to write about these last few. I think you might understand if you read these last four chapters. I experienced all and it hit me hard in different ways. Mentally, physically, emotionally, etc...
After the lady in the woods. She dropped me off at the station. The train was a couple hours away. Train delay they said.
My clothes were dirty. Basically muddy. I tried to clean the clothes I was wearing. Got undressed in the bathroom and ran the water in the sink to try and wash off as much mud as I could.
I boarded the train. Found my seat. Sitting in coach, with wet clothes, is not fun. When the conductor came over I asked him for help. There are showers in the sleeper car. I am in coach so all we get is a tiny bathroom. With a small sink. No shower
I had to lie to the conductor. I said I soiled myself. Wet shit in my pants. May I get your permission to use the shower so I can clean myself. Before it began to stink up the coach car. Showed him my wet pants. I think that did it. I used one of the showers. Washed my self and the muddy clothes in the back pack.
As I rode the train, I got a text. Change of plans it said. Meet Barbara in the parking lot.
I had no idea who Barbara was. I stood by the curb at the train station. A young lady was looking at her cell phone. She walked to me. Showed me a picture of me. Is this you she asked. Yes Ma’am I replied. Come with me she said.
She drove me to a hostel. We checked in. She told them I was her grandfather and she is looking after me They checked us in a co-ed dorm. Four bed co-ed dorm.
Get undressed. I’ll go wash your clothes she said. I was now naked. She took everything. All I was wearing was my spiked chastity cage.
She had me lay in the bottom bunk. I covered myself with a sheet. I will take the top bunk. I bet you wish I was straddling that cage, between your legs. Just wait. The night is young
She took off to wash my clothes. I just laid under the covers hoping no one walked in.
I dozed off. Took a short nap. When I opened my eyes. I saw three females in the room. I later learned they were all in college. So was the one who brought me here.
One of the other women said, So your Grandpa. We heard about you. Heard you are a sissy slut. Is it true that you are locked. It was then one of the other women pulled the sheet off me. I was on my back. And my locked chastity was in full view of everyone.
They had questions like how’s it feel and other things. Then they made me get out of bed and sit on the edge of the bed.
They started to want to know more. Before I could answer, the one who brought me here said to me, why don’t you get on the floor. On your knees where you belong. Then said to the other women. Why don’t you get your cameras. Take his picture. Share it with your friends. He loves public humiliation.
The lady who brought me here excused herself. Time to put your clothes in the dryer. I ended up kissing their feet. Taking pictures and videos of me.
My clothes were brought back. Nice and clean. The suggestion was now why not the four of us go out for diner, drinks and dancing. Then they said get dressed. We are gong to pay for everything. We know you have only a few dollars on you.
The food was good. The drinks were strong. The dancing was a killer. They danced slow. Close to me. Playing with my chastity cage while we slow danced on the dance floor. As we walked back to the hostel, I was informed a male enhancement pill was slipped into one of my drinks. That explains to me now, as to why i can barely walk. Those spikes have pierced my little pee pee.
In the hostel, we all went to bed. They closed the door. A little privacy they said. They also made me take off all my clothes. I stood naked while they examined and man handled the chastity cage. I was excited and I doubled over in pain. We climbed in our beds and fell asleep.
I was awaken by a knock on the door. The ladies had already packed up and left. The person knocking opened the door. It’s check out time she said. You gotta go. I saw some one dollar bills laying on my back pack. There was a note. It said, got called into work. Catch the bus to the train. Thanks for a good time. Check your phone. We sent you pics.
I finished getting dressed. At the front desk I asked how to ride the local bus. They told me and I left to catch the bus. When I got to the station I checked in. Then sat in the lobby to wait. I had time so I checked my phone. I must have been drunk or drugged. These pics were very X rated. Maybe even XXX.
Got on the train. Found my seat. My list of instructions said I get off this train. Then get on another rain. I hoped this train was not late. If I missed my connection, I had no money for a hotel, and did not want to sleep with the homeless
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30 day submission training i experienced (part seven)
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Posted:Mar 26, 2023 8:06 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:18 pm 5835 Views
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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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comments welcomed
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Posted:Mar 26, 2023 5:12 am
Last Updated:Apr 9, 2023 4:03 pm 3815 Views
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There are some who I have spent time with. Some who i am involved with. They have mentioned that your comments are not only welcomed but encouraged.
dontt you want to see what others say about you i was asked.
My reply was whatever pleases you
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30 days submission training i experienced (part six)
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Posted:Mar 23, 2023 4:46 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:18 pm 3750 Views
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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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30 days submission training i experienced (part five)
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Posted:Mar 23, 2023 9:23 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:18 pm 3531 Views
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I was trying to keep quiet as I slept last night. Really I tried to sleep. But too many things were messing with my mind AND my body.
I had just spent hours and hours, on my knees. Kneeling naked before someone I had recently met. She told me her was married to a member of the family. The Lady I am doing this for. Her daughters is married to this Lady’s She explained to me, that she knows about her daughters lifestyle. She said it’s not a lifestyle her and her husband practice. Not the way she raised her . But admits her is a grown Woman. She has a mind of her own. Her and her talk everyday. They confide in each other about everything.
The mother attended her daughters wedding. It was a special time. Her baby. Her first born was being joined with someone she loved. My and I talked about her relationship. There were things that startled me. Her was very intimate and very upfront telling me things. I asked my to tell mew more. Asked if she was happy. Also asked was she being forced into this marriage. Was she pregnant I asked her. As a mother I was only looking out for what was best for her baby. And most of all. Was her baby happy We spent many hours on that train. She sat in her seat. Like a throne if you will. She would spend hours just looking at the scenery go by. The beauty of nature she said And as she sat high in her throne. I felt she was looking down on me. It was a very emotional and physically demanding time for me. I was in a very vulnerable state. I was on this public train. Yes I was in this roomette if you will this time. The door was closed and the curtains were closed. The door was locked. Or at least the first couple hours it was locked The rest of the time the door was unlocked. Anybody could of walked in the room. Seen me naked. Exposed to the world. On my knees. Wearing only the spiked chastity cage. All this while I knelt before. Humbled myself at the feet of what might become the Mother of my future granddaughter in law.
As I sat now back in coach. Among many others. In a open public setting. I was sitting in an aisle seat. My knees were screaming in pain. I had four hot dogs I was made to insert up my ass. I sat beside this Woman who barely spoke. But when she spoke to me it was like she had this power over me. It was like a mother scolding a . Not in private but in public. Like in a grocery store or some busy place. A place in public where many could see or hear her scolding her who was very bad.
I had to get up at night. Felt the need to visit the toilet and expel the hot dogs and other things that were trying to leave my backside. My stomach was telling me to sit down on the toilet before I shit my pants in public. I looked over to her. She was sleeping. I felt in this situation that I needed to ask her permission to get up and go use the bathroom. The pain in my belly was building. I thought of just getting up and going. Doing something on my own. But these last few days on the train. I was feeling less independent and more like needing to ask permission from others before I did some things.
The sun had come up as I sat there. Somewhat wide awake in my coach seat. The lady next to me did some work on her phone. Then looked at me and said, did you sleep okay. I wanted to tell her the truth. Honestly say no. That these hot dogs in my ass were tearing at my gut. And I needed to use the bathroom before I exploded. But instead I lied. Told her Yes Ma’am I did. He patted me on my knee. I knew you would she said. Then she turned back to her phone.
As the train continued the room attendant from yesterday came over to me. Asked me how am I doing. How’s your ride been so far. I felt something about this woman. I sensed she knew more than she was letting on. Then the lady sitting next to me excused herself. She said I’m going out for breakfast. Can I bring you anything back she asked me. Maybe some coffee. Then she said they might have some more hot dogs for you. Then patting me on my face she said I know you like the train hot dogs. I knew at that time I was turning redder than I ever did. She did not say much to me, but when she did, she had a way to do things to me.
She climbed over me and then the room attendant asked me if She could sit next to me for a few minutes. I could not say no. In the back of my mind. The years I have been locked in chastity. The years I have been condition to be a sub. A slave. One major rule that has been driven into my brain over and over again. Was to never say no to a Woman. Out of of instinct I said yes to her.
As she sat in the window seat. She leaned over to me. Put her hand in mine. It has been a pleasure to ride with you she told me. You have a very nice smile. Very photogenic. You need to open up more. Let others see the real you. Your body looks great. I have pictures of you now. It was at that time the conductor stopped by. Is this the one you said loves our hot dogs. Maybe next time you could offer him a foot long. He patted my shoulder and said. Come back anytime. Love to see you again. Before he left the room attendant said to the conductor. I sent you some pictures.
As the conductor left my attention was drawn back to this room attendant. Still holding my hand. This time both her hands were hold one of my hands.
I love my husband she told me. But I travel a lot. Gone for days and weeks at a time. Things happen. He has friends at work. Some very young Mama citas. I have heard rumors how he looks at them There used to be a time, when I was away on the train. I sometimes wondered could I trust him. Then a couple years ago I took charge. We were in bed. I tied him down. Did nasty things to him. Things we never did with each other. Then I introduced him to chastity. Said it would make our marriage better. Told him it would make him want me even more while I was away. He accepted the cage between his legs. Really he had no choice but to obey and agree to my demands. Then she placed her hand on my crotch. Think you know what happened next.
With both her hands now tightly gripping my one hand. She continued. That was two years ago. He has since been a very loyal and obedient husband. I know he still looks at those Mama Citas at his work. He’s a man. He can’t help himself. Just how men are wired. But know he has that off switch. I control; when to turn it on and off. Then she lifted a necklace from inside her blouse. Dangled the necklace in my face. Do you know what this means she asked. Yes Ma’am I replied.
Tightly gripping my hand again. Both her hands squeezed even tighter than ever. That key, on the necklace. Now dangling outside her blouse. The sunlight glistening off the metal key. Almost mesmerizing. I know you do she said. And I bet that little pee pee you have is trying to grow. To be a man again. Sadly she was correct. I was feeling the battle in my pants. The flesh of my dick trying to be big and tall while the sharp spikes in side the cage were beating me back down.
I don’t know who you are doing this. But she’s a lucky woman. Not many men would do what you are doing. It takes a strong man to submit to a woman like you are doing. Maybe someday my man can experience what you are doing today. I know. When I get home later today. That he will be waiting for me. He will be naked. On his knees like you were yesterday. I already sent him a picture of you. Said when I open that door, I want him on his knees. Hands cuffed behind his back. And a hot in his mouth. Then she laughed saying just like I saw you yesterday.
I felt myself turning red. I tried to pull away. Pull my hand away from her. She grabbed my hand tighter. Stopping me from pulling back. You chose this life. You chose to be locked. Imagine never, ever, ever touching yourself again. Imagine submitting your mind, body and soul to a life of permanent chastity. I’m proud of you. It takes a strong man to do all this. Then she kissed me on the lips. A short but meaningful kiss. I have pictures and videos. I going to sit at home. With my husband between my legs, while I watch you.
Now don’t you think you want to get those hot dogs out. My emotions were crazy at that time. Listening to all she told. Looking back on what was and what might be. I sheepishly replied. Yes Ma’am may I.
You may. After I leave. She got up. Climbed over the seat. Then stood in the aisle Standing over me. She put her hand softly against the side of my face. Maybe someday. You and I can take a ride on this train. You and I. 3 nights. In a sleeper car. Bring knee pads with you. You’re going to need them. I’ll bring the hot dogs.
Ask your owner for permission. Think of it as a wedding gift. A special bond of our first and last time together..
Now go freshen up. I hear you have a big day ahead of you. I watched as she walked away. Then my stomach screamed at me. Get on the toilet NOW.
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30 days submission training i experienced (part four)
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Posted:Mar 23, 2023 8:53 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:18 pm 3385 Views
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As I started to say in my last posting. This was to be a 3 night journey on this trip My ticket said I was riding all the way to the west coast. I felt so much better seeing the seat next to me was empty at the time. The train left the station. I sat there. Waiting for the conductor to come by and collect. Conductor looked at my ticket. By yourself today he asked. Yes sir I said. See you are going all the way. Hope you have fun.
Grabbed my blanket and covered myself. Found a sleep mask in my backpack. It was still light outside. I wanted to take a nap.
No idea how long I was sleeping when I was awaken. I felt someone's hand on my crotch. I jumped. Started to say something. Before I could speak, I felt someone's hand over my mouth. Seems someone had taken the seat next to mine sometime after we left the station. A lady was sitting beside me. She removed my mask. Hen she replaced her hand and pressed her lips to mine. I was startled as she held me down and seemed to take her time removing her lips away from mine
Who are you I asked. First off she said. Let me ask you. She showed me her phone. Showed me a picture on her phone. Is that you she asked. Before I could answer she swiped the screen and showed me another pic. And then another. All three were very intimate x-rated pics of me. In each pic I was naked. On my knees. They were full body selfies with three folks I met so fr on this journey
I was not sure how to answer. Who was this woman. And how did she get these pictures. I knew I did not have these images. But some stranger clearly did.
Answer me she said. Are these you. I looked at her. I could feel my face turning red. I lowered my eyes to the floor as I answered her. We need to talk she said.
We talked and talked and talked on that train. No idea how long we talked or much of what was said. All I can remember is I was very tired. And I just wanted to sleep.
The sun had long set before she decided to allow me to sleep. Lay back she said. Put your feet up. Then she covered herself with my blanket. Then turned her body in such a way to where she laid her head on my crotch. I hoped no one could see her on me. But since we were in coach. Anyone who looked our way could see just about anything.
That next morning she got up to visit the bathroom. Or so she told me. She was gone for some time before she got back to our seats. She stood in the aisle and said follow me. I found a place we can relax better and see everything. Leave your bag and follow me she said.
We walked towards the back of the train. Entering and exiting car after car. We got to a car that said sleeper. I’ve never been here before. My ticket was coach class. Not sleeper. I stopped and stood there. Standing between cars. The door closed behind her. I looked in the window as she kept walking. She stopped. Saw I was no longer following her. She walked back to where I was still standing. Who told you to stop. Didn’t I tell you to follow me. Now do as I tell you.
We got to one of the roomettes. A small room that can hold two. Also converts to a bedroom at night. She pointed in the room. Get in there she told me. I stepped inside and remained standing. I turned back towards the door and watched as she closed and locked the door. Make yourself comfortable she told me as she closed the curtains.
I sat down in one of the two seats. Not that one she said. Sorry I replied. Both seats were facing each other. I got up. Turned around. I began to get in the only seat in the room. Not that one either she barked. I told you, make yourself comfortable. I did not give you permission to sit. I stood there, looking at her. She picked up her phone and looked at. No cell service she remarked. She looked up at me. Why are you not on your knees? I told you get comfortable.
I got down on my knees. The cold metal floor soon bit into my old knees. She picked up her phone. Still no service she said set her phone down. Then looked at me. I told you get comfortable. Why aren’t you naked. I started to say something the she promptly sushed me. Do as I tell. Otherwise you will never see my or her husbands grand mother ever again.
I got up. Stripped naked. Folded my clothes. Placed my clothes on the window sill. Then knelt before her. My bare naked knees on the metal floor. There was long silence in the room. She did not speak to me. And I felt best not to speak to her.
The silence was finally broken whe she said look at me. Put your hands behind your back. Keep them there. Then she said smile as she took pictures of me. This I felt at the time was the worse feeling I could ever have on the train. I could hear people out in the hallway. I was inches from the door. I prayed no one would open the door.
Then as I knelt there. The train rocking back and forth. My knees painfully feeling the metal floor in the room. It was nearly impossible at times for me to keep my hands clasped behind my back.
Her phone rang. It was her . She put the phone on speaker mode. Placed the phone on the table so all could hear. They talked about me. How I was dressed. Or undressed at this time. said she wants more pictures. Mother agrred to send. As they continued to chat the phone cut out. Lost the signal the mother said. Set the phone back down. She went back to looking out the window. I went back to looking down at the floor. We stopped at a station for a fresh air brake it was called. Folks got off the train to stand and walk around on the train platform. I heard voices outside the window. I was so hoping now one would or even could look in the widow. I was still naked. On mu knees. Wearing only the spiked chastity cage between my legs.
As we continued down the tracks. An announce came over the PA. Lunch is being served. Are you hungry my roommate asked me. Yes Ma’am I replied. Put some clothes on. Go take a shower. Then get back here. I’ll order lunch. It took a bit for me to get up off the floor. I fell the first time as my knees gave way. A couple more tries as I finally was able to get to my feet. Just your pants, your shirt and shoes. Leave your underwear with me.
I took a long shower. It was hard for me to standup in the shower. From my weak knees to the rocking of the train. I dropped the soap. I was almost scared to bend over and pick it up.
Got back to the room. Once inside I saw two trays on the table. Both trays covered by a napkin. She had me close the door. But Don’t lock it she said. I felt uneasy at this point. She looked at me. Said you can close the urtain though. Make yourself comfortable she told me. I removed my clothes. Folded them back up. Placed in the closet.
As I knelt before her. She lifted the napkin off her plate. Lowered the plate so I could see. Doesn't that look good she said. Yes Ma’am I replied. Then she took the napkin off my plate and showed me what she ordered me. It was a hot dog. A bare naked hot dog. With the bun on the side. She picked up the hot dog. Open your mouth she said. She put the hot in my mouth. Don’t bite it she said. Hold it in your mouth. I ended up watching her take her time eating her large lunch while I remained kneeling. Hands behind my back. And the hot hanging out my mouth. Before she was about to eat her desert. She made me make love to the hot dog. Kiss it. Lick it. Deep throat it. She recorded tis on her cell hone. Then after laughing at me long and hard. She said before you eat the bun. I want you to stick that wiener all the way up your ass. I knelt there. With a hot all the way up my ass. And eating the bun while she looked down on me.
She made me remain on my knees, Sometimes kneeling upright beside her. Sometimes she made me kneel between her legs. Sometimes making me kiss the floor as she used my naked body as her human foot rest. There was not much talking during the 10 to 12 or more hours she kept me on my knees. She asked me questions. I answered. She spent time ng out the window.
I heard the announcement over the PA that the dining room was open for dinner. I felt so hungry. I was willing to do anything for a good size meal. All I had for lunch was the hot still up my ass.
Then my worse fears happened. The door to the room opened. I tried to get up only to be told to stay. In walk the room attendant. How was your lunch she asked my room mate. She replied it was fantastic. How did he like his hot she asked her. It’s still up his ass she laughed. Would he like another cock the room attendant asked. He’s got a big ass my room mate replied. Can you bring him two. I want both up his ass. She took our dinner order. Then walked to the door. Stopped and turned. Don’t get up on my account she said. I already saw the pictures.
When the dinner trays were brought back to the room. I was between ner legs. Her foot in my mouth. I was sucking her toes as she was recording it on her phone. The room attendant said I brought you three hot dogs. He lookd like he can stuff them all. Then she patted me on the top of the head. Be good she told me. You don’t want me to have to come back and spank you the room attendant told me. I’m sure he would lke that my roommate said. Before the room attendant left she said I’ll be back in a few hours to make up your bed. See to it he is back in his seat in coach by then. Otherwise I’ll have to kick him off the train. I spent the rest of the evening massaging and worshipping her bare feet. And she not only watched but recorded me on her cell phone, as I pushed all three hot dogs up my ass.
When I returned to my coach seat, the sun had set. I got to my row when I noticed a young woman sitting in my assigned seat. Think you have my seat I said. She looked up at me. Lifted my folded up blanket from the aisle seat. As she removed the blanket it exposed a picture of me. The same pic I have seen a few times on this trip. She pointed to my pic. Sit she said. Don’t make me tell you again. I just wanted to crawl in a hole and hide at that time. I lifted up the pic and I sat down. Thank you Ma’am I said.
No talking she said. Then picked up a book and began to read. It was a long ride that train ride that final night of this segment.
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Explaining some of the 30 day submission training backstory
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Posted:Mar 21, 2023 10:02 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2023 12:46 pm 2693 Views
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There will be more posts in the coming days. For now I have been told to take a break. Most of my personal experience posts have been been written. The rest I am awaiting approval.
For now I was asked to explain the situation. The family situation. This image I’m sharing is to try and explain.
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