A Tennessee Education Pt. 03

"OK, so both you and I are damaged goods, courtesy of the men we once loved."

"Damaged? Maybe, but I'm also wiser as a result."

"Agreed, although you've had more time to process all that happened to you than I have. I'm still living through the shitty emotions of my break up."

"Do you regret your decision?"

"I regret being so blind and I regret that he made such bad choices. A part of me, a big part of me, loved him."

"Does it still?"

"Only a small part now but that's the part that's causing the hurt. It's letting go of the good in him that I know still exists."

"You can't have just that one part, Sharon. If you want him, you will have to take the whole package."

She nodded thoughtfully. "I know that. I'm never going back."

"Then let's put Jonathan to bed and forget him. Remember the pain he caused you. Remember what he did and how he deceived you again and again and again for well over a year. Now steel your heart and forget him. Remember what you told Lewis just a few minutes ago."

"He's dead," she said again.

"Yes," she said after some time in silence, "he is."

Mariko pulled the whicker chair closer to her guest. "Ask me anything you want. It's time to talk."

"Why is he in there? Why he all is tied up in that god awful contorted position? That looks like it hurts."

"I hope it does. I meant it to."

"So why is did you do that to him?"

"Because he spoke when I told him not to. He disobeyed me and I thought it best he learn that when I give an order he better obey it."

"Can you start from the beginning and clue me in. I'm lost. A little background would be helpful."

"Sure." She took another sip of her wine. "Bobby is someone that I'd refer to as a child. Oh, he's an adult outwardly but inside he still acts like a child."

"Explain."

"Children are selfish. Their world revolves around them and that is how I believe he thinks to a large extent. He is able to camouflage it because he's almost 40 but when you strip away all the tangential crap, he really is a selfish man. Most men are like him so he's not the exception to the rule by any stretch."

"And that fact landed him here lying naked on the floor?" She asked incredulously.

"In some ways, yes, it did. In one week he managed to ignore me more than once, gawk at several women in front of me as if they were nothing more than pieces of eye-candy, clock out of work early, show up for work late, hit another employees car and then drive off without reporting it and get into an argument with you that got so out of control I could hear him halfway down the hall." She paused thinking, "Oh, and he went out with a married woman just last week and had naked pictures of her on his phone and, based on text messages, slept with her." She looked at Sharon letting her take in all she had just said. "I almost forgot, he's a father too."

"What?" she exclaimed.

"Yes, he fathered a child in high school; then left the mother to raise the girl by herself. I checked into it when I did 'my' background check on him. His 'little' girl," she said making quotation marks with her fingers, "is now grown and lives in the area. I don't think she's seen him in years."

Sharon looked dumbfounded. "A father," she muttered to herself.

"Anyway, I call all of that childlike behavior and it needed to stop."

"So this is your solution?" she asked motioning to where he was in the house.

Just then they heard him cry out in pain. He was begging for them to come.

Mariko took this all in stride. Placing a hand on Sharon's knee she commented, "I wondered how long it would take for him to get to this point. This one is in good shape. It took longer than I thought it would."

"What did?" She said as the pleas increased in volume.

"Muscle spasms. Come. I want you to watch how compliant he becomes. There's not a chance in a million he won't jump whenever you or I tell him something now. Sooner or later," she said standing, "he was going to have to experience the cable. It's a wonderful training tool." Mariko smiled.

Entering the house they found him crying in pain. Mariko was first to notice the pronounced muscle definition in his back.

"Can we help you?" she said in a mocked tone, kneeling down.

"Please. Please!" he said with an anguished expression.

"Do you and I have an understanding now?"

"Yes M-Ms. K."

Mariko looked over at Sharon. Pointing to his crotch she said, "Unlock the cable."

Sharon unlocked the small clasp. As soon as she did Bobby lurched forward in an attempt to stem the continued back spasms. The women looked on with mused expressions. It took a minute or two for him to gain some semblance of composure and no sooner had he then Ms. K was on him.

In a commanding voice she said firmly, "Stand."

Bobby jumped to his feet.

"Present."

He complied but did so with trepidation. Presenting meant assuming the very position he had been held captive.

"I call this position Present," she said to Sharon. "Notice, the feet are spread, his hips and cock are pushed forward, his shoulders and back are retracted and his hands are clasped behind the small of his back."

Sharon walked in a circle around him, observing his posture.

"Note that he does not look at me but keeps his head bowed. Slaves are not worthy of looking at me, and this one is no exception."

Sharon drew next to Mariko and whispered, "You are amazing." Speaking louder she asked, "You seem to be implying you have taught him other positions as well.

"Slave, let's demonstrate for Ms. Ashby that you aren't an idiot. Kneel and Present!"

Bobby dropped and presented perfectly assuming the same position he was just in but now in a bent knee position.

"Worship," she snapped

Again, he assumed a perfect worship position.

"I get the Present positions. Is this how you want him when you command him to worship?"

Mariko smiled and nodded approvingly. "Yes, Knees are spread, forehead touching floor, elbows, forearms and backs of hands on floor with palms facing upward. From here you can even have him present."

"How would he present if he stays like this?"

"He would arch his back and thrust his pelvis forward. It exposes his ass and balls for use by his Mistress to enjoy or abuse as she wishes. I haven't had to put him that position yet."

"Are there others?"

"There can be as many positions as his owner wants. It's really up to her to teach her slave to do whatever best suits her purposes. For me, I only need him to present. It gets him to stand still and listen and that is all I need him to do right now.

Sharon stood looking down on Bobby. She knew he was listening and there was something about him having to assume different positions that she liked. "I see what you are saying. My guess is that the present and worship positions are pretty standard ones."

"Indeed they are."

"I can't believe I am even discussing this with you. I mean, look at him? I've never wanted to be in the same room with a naked man and in the last twenty minutes I've already hit him and feel perfectly comfortable with you telling him to move as if he is someone that you own."

"It is interesting isn't it? He could get up and probably run out of here if he wanted but he won't. Isn't that revealing?" Mariko asked. There was brightness to her eyes and an 'I told you so' expression to her face.

"Indeed it is," replied Sharon ever so thoughtful of the question that was posed.

"Is that because of the leverage you have on him?"

"Somewhat. I gave him a choice. He chose to stay."

"What's leverage do you have anyway?"

"The accident I told you about. He'd lose his job if the wrong people found out but the truth is I think he wants to be here," she said with a wink. "He will be staying for some time. I sold his car the other day so he's pretty much stuck here now."

Bobby's eyes widened when he heard the news. "How could she do that? She never even asked!" He thought.

"I got two thousand for it at a chop shop. That way I didn't even have to worry about having to do a title transfer. That car is now in a hundred pieces scattered all over the state. Maybe all over the south," She continued, "There is another woman in town that is in need of financial help and I thought I'd do what I could to assist. I'm sure Mr. Lewis understands. He's living here for free after all."

Sharon was as dumbfounded by what she had done with the car as Bobby probably was but she was finally in the mood to answer questions and she didn't want to lose the moment. "Can you tell me about what it is he has on his penis?"

Mariko clapped her hands. "Mr. Lewis, stand and present."

The two ladies now having moved to the back porch once more sat side by side on the sofa while Bobby stood facing them. It was evident that his balls had undergone a bit of trauma. They were quite red and his sac was full of fluid - probably a sign that they were swollen. Ignoring his injuries Mariko proceeded to explain the basics of a chastity device, how the retaining ring and cage worked together in tandem with his balls to keep from ever coming off.

"The quarter inch space between the bottom of the two rings make it physically impossible for him to remove it shy of using bolt cutters. He'd end up destroying his balls before that thing ever came off," Mariko noted. "Some Mistresses even pierce the end of their slave's penis and anchor the end to the cage. That way he can't ever pull his penis out. I love the idea but I like having an unmarred cock just in case I ever want to enjoy it. Having a piercing on the end doesn't float my boat." She laughed.

She then pointed out the lock that joined the two rings and noted her belief that no matter how big a cock grew when erect; all could be smashed into a small space. Once confined, erections could pretty much be eliminated although nothing could keep them from trying to form as they often did, especially in the pre-dawn hours of sleep.

"Every man in this geographic area that's been trained remains pretty much locked in a cage of this size. There are men who grow to ten inches that live in a cage identical to this one."

"Wow!" Sharon exclaimed. "How big is he?"

"Don't know and really don't care. I see no reason to ever unlock him."

Sharon looked at her puzzled. A man's cock had always fascinated her and although she had remained chaste for all those years since that one mistake when she was a teen, the memory of that boys' penis still captivated her imagination.

"You do have a key don't you?"

She nodded but said nothing.

"So why is it you wanted me here tonight?" Sharon asked once more.

Mariko's eyes brightened. "I wanted to know if you wanted him."

"Me! Why would I want him?"

"To train him of course."

"I, I don't know what to say, Ms. K."

"Yes was the word I was anticipating."

"I don't know." She leaned back against the sofa staring at the naked man whose cock remained thrust forward. His gaze remained forward and never once did he lower it to look at them. He didn't want to ever have that cable attached to torture him again.

Sharon stared back. He was a physically attractive specimen. He was well proportioned and it was obvious to her that he took care of himself. And she did like the look of the added steel that was bound to him. "That was a plus," she mused.

"Come, let's take a walk."

Sharon and Mariko stood and walked outside into the cool night air, leaving Bobby to stand until commanded to do otherwise.

When out of earshot Sharon said, "your offer is very appealing. Something inside is telling me to tell you I want him but I don't know what to do Mariko. I've never had a man before let alone one that I need to train. I'm not even a parent. I've never even raised a child let alone deal with the likes of him."

Mariko slipped her arm around Sharon's and the two walked in silence for some time. When they had traveled some distance from the house along the walk that spanned the front yards of each home in the small neighborhood she spoke.

"I like you. I liked you from the moment we met. It's your old-fashioned values that I love. You remind me of my parents. I don't meet people like you and even though you come across as a Bible toting woman that has been bossed around by a man who took advantage of you, I see things that make me believe you can train a man. In fact, I think this is the perfect time for you undertake such a project."

"Why?" she said questioningly.

"Because of what just happened to you." Mariko paused as they continued to walk. "You know how we all experience those 'teachable moments' in life?"

"I do."

"And wouldn't you agree that you just had one when you saw him with the hooker?"

"It was a painful to see Mariko. I don't know that I'd call it a teachable one."

"That experience along with the talks that we've had since has changed you. I don't know if you can see it but I can. You aren't the same woman I met two weeks ago. I mean, look what you did when you came here?"

"I know," Sharon said giggling. "I don't know what came over me!"

"Exactly, and look at your dress. You are beautiful, and even wearing a bit of makeup."

Sharon smiled.

"You look good with a little color but mostly because you look more in control and confident."

"I agree that the color looks good but I don't know about feeling confident and in control. I feel completely demoralized over what he did. I mean I don't trust men. That's one big thing I've noticed. I don't trust men!"

"OK, well that's a start. What is it about Bobby that worries you?"

"Lots of things." She stopped at the end of the street and faced Mariko. "I don't know the first thing about getting control of him. What's to say he won't over power me as soon I take him away, steal my car and leave me on the side of some back-alley street?."

"Because he won't and because I will teach you how to mold him properly. I'm a phone call away and this is what I do; I help women regain control of their lives." Mariko grabbed Sharon's arm once more and started walking. "Look, he is petrified of me putting the cable back on him. He's also been pretty good at obeying me and I've made him do some pretty questionable things that tested his obedience."

"Like what?"

"Things," she said thinking back to his eating come from four different men. "Nothing important; just things I've done to test his sincerity."

"So what do I do?"

"For starters you need to change your perspective on your relationship with him. You are coming from a position of fear and weakness and it is he who is in that position now, not you. You are the one in control, not him. You are the one dressed, not him. You are the one who isn't collared or locked in chastity. He is so out of his element from society's perspective he isn't in any position to challenge you."

Sharon thought about the truth of her words." She was right again - as she always seemed to be. How far could a naked man go, even if he did take her car? How would he get clothing when he had none we wear?" She saw the validity to her remarks when she stopped to consider them.

"So I throw him into the back seat and take him home and then what?"

"No, you throw him into your trunk and take him home. He hasn't earned the right to be in your car yet."

"That's how you transport him; in the trunk?"

"Every day. Even when I bring him to work he rides in there. I drop him off at the football field and he walks to work from there. Every evening I pick him up there and he waits for me in a present position. As soon as he's inside he knows to undress and put his clothes in a bag that he carries into the house when we get home. Keeping him naked is a powerful deterrent. Over time he will come to feel comfortable around you and you can use this as a way of reminding him you and he are not on equal footing. The same thing goes with the cage and the collar. They are little reminders of the disparity that exists between slave and owner."

"So if I take him home what do I do with him?"

"When we get back to my place I'll give you something. It's another one of those little things that work wonderfully. And if you start thinking about your own situation and what you want from him, knowing you now have an obedient slave at your beckon, you'll start looking at life differently. You can train him to be whatever you want. I've seen men trained in all sorts of ways from sex slaves to traditional work slaves to maids to you name it. If there is a need a woman has, there's been a slave trained to meet that need."

"I feel like I've been transported into some kind of time warp that isn't real."

Mariko laughed. "So you are willing to try?"

Sharon squeezed her arm. "Yes! I can't believe I'm going to say this but I want to try."

Just after the women left for their walk, Bobby smiled for the first time in several days. "Ms. K wants to give me to Ms. Ashby?" He said to himself. He relished in that hope; relished in the hope that she would indeed follow through with her perfunctory offer and not retract it at the last moment. The smile had little to do with Ms. Ashby and everything to do with Ms. K. It took only this last hour or so for him to fear her more than anyone else he had ever met. Terrified may not have been the correct word for his feelings but it was something close to it. Yet it wasn't like he hated her. There was something sadistically attractive in how she lived; how she carried herself and in the way she took care of him. "Took care of me?" He questioned that thought and yet she had taken care of him. She drove him to and from work; made sure he was fed and gave him space on her floor to sleep. She even made sure he had clothes to wear albeit only while he was at East Riverton High. She had taught him lessons about respect and honor he would never forget and although he'd never reveal to anyone how or when he learned those lessons she had ingrained things he'd remember forever.

And now he had hope. Hope at last! He knew the time had to come at some point. He just knew it! Who would have thought the hope he so desperately craved would come in the form of Ms. Ashby, a woman in her thirties who acted like she was in her sixties sometimes? "Patience was the order for the day," he thought. "Just be patient. Take it slow and soon you will be out of this mess and back on equal footing with everyone."

He remained bolt erect in the present position Ms. K had commanded him but his mind was somewhere else. At least for several minutes it remained detached from his physical body. The aches and throbs he still felt were temporarily pushed to a level of his subconscious and all he dwelt on was the hope of Mariko's final words before they left. When he came back to the present he thought how amazing the brain was in its ability to cope. He wondered if there was so much more he could have learned in dealing with difficulties and physical pain if he had remained here with Ms. K.

"Mmm," he huffed to himself and blew that thought off. He had no desire to see if he could outlast her in a battle of wills. Rather he was thankful he had made it this far without being permanently changed or damaged. Other than the loss of his Baby, his Lexus, he really was OK. His mind drifted back to Jasmine. He pictured the photo she had sent him. "Now there was a beautiful woman; ditzy and insecure as one could be but beautiful. How in the world did she end up living in a double-wide with a guy that left her home alone so often and wanted to divorce? Maybe he could see her again soon."

He wondered if she had already chalked him up to being permanently AWOL and had found another lover. He hoped not. She might be worth convincing to eventually tell the country boy she was married to that she wanted out too and get that divorce. Bobby snickered silently. "Who was he kidding? He was just as much a country boy as that guy."