The Training

"...When you greet me at your door I want you to be wearing your dildo-pants. Oh, and wear them under your tightest pair of jeans. I'm taking you out tonight, and yes; I do want you wearing them out in public. I'll see you in a bit," I said, and then hung up without giving her a chance to respond.

I knew from the way I had worded my 'request' that it almost guaranteed her non-compliance; it was the 'out in public' part that she would balk at. I was counting on that. In order to get a proper start to her slave training, I wanted her to commit a suitably serious breach of obedience.

You see we had been playing dominant/submissive games for some time now. I had learned early in our relationship that being dominated sexually turned her on, a lot! She was a sexual submissive by nature. At the same time, however, she was also a highly intelligent and strong-willed person: to the point of stubbornness at times. Needless to say, she required a strong, dominant man to help her realize her role as a properly submissive sexual slave.

To date, I had not been that strong, dominant man. While I fantasized about dominating her and making her my sexual slave, in trying to make my fantasy a reality, I found that I was fighting my early childhood conditioning. My parents had raised me to honor and respect women: this in a time when women were still striving to realize equality. As a result, I was fighting a deep-seated belief that dominating a woman was demeaning, and therefore wrong. That 'wrongness', while great fodder for exciting fantasies, also created in practice, a hurdle that needed to be overcome before I could be an effective dominant.

In our most intimate conversations, she had more than hinted that there was almost nothing she would not do for a suitably dominant Master. That while she looked the part, she was not some delicate flower that would be scared off by the things I wanted to do to her. Even with that encouragement, something held me back.

Over time I noticed that she was challenging my hesitant attempts at dominance more and more frequently. Every time I asked her to do something, she would question it or treat it as a request and have a ready (and rational) excuse as to why she shouldn't or couldn't do it.

I'm not entirely dense. It was obvious that she was goading me. She was sending a clear message: If you want to dominate me, then dominate me. Don't make requests and don't accept my excuses. Physically dominate me and MAKE me do your will. Quite simply, her message was: quit being a wimp.

After coming to this realization, I did some soul-searching. I knew she was right. I was letting my fear of losing her respect; perhaps of losing her completely, hold me back. I understood that while she loved me and trusted me, the truth was that she could never truly respect me until I came to terms with my insecurities, conquered the fears that held me back, and so allow my dominant nature full reign.

Like any dilemma, I knew that this issue simply came down to a choice. I could continue behaving the way I had been, which for lack of a better term was timid, or I could chose to change my thoughts and actions. I chose to put my personal insecurities, and my fear of losing her, where they belonged: behind me. I would put my trust in the knowledge that she loved me, trusted me, and truly longed for me to physically dominate her sexually. I would also take her at her word that she would do pretty much anything that I ordered her to do; at least within those personal boundaries that we had negotiated earlier in our relationship.

I would, with no more hesitation, take on the strong dominant role, and in so doing force her into the submissive role that I knew she craved.

When she answered the door, she was wearing a pair of snug jeans and a tight, sexy top. Before I even came in I asked her point-blank, "are you wearing your dildo-pants like I asked?"

"No," she responded, her tone suggesting I had asked a silly question. She was testing me, again.

"I see," I said as I walked in and closed the door. "Come here," I instructed, as I walked past her towards the living room. To reinforce my instruction, I grabbed her upper arm and forced to come with me.

This was something I had never actually done before: physically forcing her. I knew from previous conversations with her that even a minor dominance display such as this could make her instantly wet.

Once in the living room I stopped and faced her, then said, "I think it's about time we had a meeting of minds here," I paused significantly before going on. "You enjoy being sexually dominated, don't you?" I made it sound more like a statement than a question.

"Yes," she said in a small voice. She looked a little taken aback when I asked her this question, but then her body language suddenly became very submissive.

"Indeed, we both know that."

"Well just to be clear," I said, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her back a step till her back was pressed firmly against the door jam; my face only inches away from hers. "Starting today, starting right now, I'm going to do just that. I'm going to sexually dominate you. In fact," I said, "from now on, I'm claiming you as my personal sex slave.

The act of pushing her up against a wall and pinning her there was another dominance display she had once told me was powerfully erotic for her.

"Tell me, does the thought of being forced to cater to my desires excite you? Does the prospect arouse you?" I asked.

I noticed a flash of surprise and perhaps even a bit of anticipation cross her face as I was talking. Then, "Yes," she responded timidly, dropping her gaze.

"Yes Master!" I quickly corrected her.

"Yes Master," She repeated, glancing up at me. I found her surprise at the change in my behavior very gratifying.

"Very good, slave," I said, pulling my face back a bit from hers while continuing to hold her against the door jam. "Tonight I will explain to you, in detail, your new role. At the same time, you start your training. You're going to learn exactly what I expect of you as my slave. But first, I want you to go upstairs and prepare yourself for me. Go up, take off all your clothes, put on your leather slave collar and your wrist restraints, and then come back down here to me," I Instructed. "Now go," I said, as I turned her around and gave her a slap to her butt to get her moving.

As she walked up the stairs, I called after her, "Bring your blindfold down with you as well... and hurry, you don't want to keep your Master waiting."

Once she had disappeared upstairs, I went into the dining room and moved the chairs out of the way so that I had access to the whole long side of the big sturdy dining table. I laid out a 12" flexible plastic ruler that I had brought with me, having slid it into the back waistband of my pants when I got out of the car.

Not too long after I had finished my own preparations, she came back down the stairs and into the living room, properly attired and looking very timid. She had the blindfold in her right hand. I noticed with approval that she had shaved for me in anticipation of my arrival. She knew that I liked her pussy clean-shaven.

"Come here," I ordered, holding out my hand. She came to me and put the blindfold in my open hand. I turned her so that she was facing away from me. The blindfold, which I now fastened over her eyes, was made from leather, lined with rabbit fur. It was designed so that she would not be able to see anything. Using the clips attached to her wrist restraints, I secured her hands so they were bound behind her back.

Seizing her, again by her upper arm, I guided her carefully into the dining room. Maneuvering her so that she was standing with the front of her thighs up against the table, I ordered, "Bend over." Helping her down onto the table, I said, "Spread your legs." She moved them a bit. "More," I said. She spread them further. When I was satisfied with her positioning, I moved so that I was standing to the right of her. Placing my right hand in the middle of her back, I held her down and in position against the table.

She had teased me in the past; saying that I couldn't threaten to spank her as a means of discipline, because getting spanked turned her on. She was in for a surprise. I picked up the plastic ruler with my left hand.

As an experiment early in our relationship, I had used a plastic ruler as a spanking implement. Even used fairly lightly it had stung quite unpleasantly, so we had not used it again: until now.

I told her, "I'm going to start your training by giving you two strikes on your ass with a plastic ruler, one on each cheek. They're going to hurt...a lot. Prepare yourself." After a short pause, I put action to words; lining up and hitting her left cheek 'SLAP,' hard enough that it left a slight red mark almost immediately. She jerked slightly, but otherwise was silent. I lined up with her right cheek and hit it slightly harder 'SLAP.' Still she didn't make a sound, but I knew it had smarted: I had used it on my own thigh earlier to gage what it felt like.

"Do I have your attention?" I asked her. She was silent. "No? Ok," I said, my tone very matter of fact, and hit the left cheek somewhat harder than the last. 'SLAP.' Still nothing. "I'm in no hurry. Let me know when I have your attention." I hit her right cheek again, hard. 'SMACK!'

"OK!" she said abruptly.

"Do I have your attention now?"

"Yes," she said meekly, her breathing getting slightly heavier. Suddenly I hit her again. SLAP!

"Yes, what?" I demanded.

"Yes Master," She said contritely.

Her ass was quite interesting to look at already. There were pink and red marks coming up everywhere the ruler had hit her. One very interesting thing I had noticed about this ruler, was that it produces a rather intense burning pain that lasts quite a long time. She was feeling that burn now.

"Good," I said. "Just so you know, as we continue with our little 'talk' here, you'll be receiving more such strikes. Just think of them as a learning incentive. Pain tends to focus the mind on the present, and I do need your attention here for a while," I taunted.

"Now, you told me earlier that you liked to be sexually dominated and that you were excited at the prospect of becoming my sexual slave. From now on, ours will be a Master/slave relationship. You, of course, are the slave. So, tell me slave, what am I?"

"You're the Master?" she inquired tentatively.

SLAP! I hit her left cheek. "I'm YOUR Master," I stated. "Who am I?"

"You're my Master," she responded quickly.

"Yes, that's correct, I AM your Master. And how does a good slave please her Master?" I asked. She hesitated. SLAP! I hit her right cheek this time, being careful to pick a new spot to mark on her now colorful bottom.

"Let me help you out a bit with this, my slave. You please your Master by doing whatever your Master tells you to do. So tell me, slave, how do you please your Master?" I asked.

"I do whatever my Master tells me to do," She responded appropriately.

"Very good," I said. "And have you done everything that I've told you to do before today?" I asked.

"No," she said meekly. 'SLAP!'

"No what?" I reminded her again.

"No Master," She said quickly.

"That's right. You haven't been a good slave. You've failed to do what I've told you to do on far too many occasions," I reminded her. "That's going to change, starting tonight," I declared. "Isn't it?"

"Yes Master."

"Now slave, just to clarify this point, if your Master makes a suggestion to you; perhaps it's a suggestion that you might do something to prepare yourself for Him the next time He visits, or perhaps your Master requests that you to choose between several options He gives you. What do you think that means to you, slave?" I asked.

"It means I should do it?" She asked.

"Close," I said, lightly touching the ruler to her bottom, causing her to flinch slightly. "It means that any suggestion, or request; even an idle request, you will treat as if it were a direct order from your Master," I stated. "Is that clear?"

"Yes Master."

"So tell me, slave, why do you want to follow your Master's orders?" I inquired. She hesitated, unsure of how to answer. SLAP! "Allow me to remind you. You want to follow your Master's orders because it pleases Him that you do so, and you do want to please your Master, don't you slave?"

"Yes Master."

"Yes Master," I repeated, disparagingly. "You're starting to sound like a robot. I don't appreciate that. You may be my slave, but you still have a brain. Yes, you will use the honorifics: Master or Sir, when you address me, but I expect you to be more animated and descriptive with your responses to me," I instructed. "Lets try this again. You do want to please your Master, don't you slave?" I asked.

"Yes Master, I want to please you," She tried.

"Much better, slave, I'm pleased," I praised her.

"So, how often does my slave have to do what her Master tells her to do?" I asked.

"All the time, Master," she said quietly.

"Very Good. Now tell me slave, what if you don't feel like doing what your Master wants? What if perhaps you feel that his request is not 'practical?' What will you do then, slave?" I laid the ruler on her butt and held it there as I asked this last question.

"I will do what my Master tells me to do," She said apprehensively.

"That's right, slave. Don't forget this the next time your Master tells you to wear a skirt when you feel that it's too cold out to be comfortable. Remember that your comfort is not important, your obedience is! Are you clear on this aspect of your submission to me, my slave?"

"Yes Master, I am."

"Now, tell me slave, what does no mean?" I asked. She did not respond; not surprising considering it seemed to be a non-sensible question. SLAP! "Pay close attention, slave. No means yes," I said slowly and deliberately. "Allow me to clarify this for you. Perhaps I'm being redundant and repetitive, but I want you to be clear on the fact that as a slave you must always obey your Master. You may say no to me, and so I may have to discipline you before you will do what I ask you to do, but ultimately, you WILL do my bidding!" SLAP! "Won't you, slave?" I asked with passion.

"Yes Master! I will do whatever you say," She agreed rather loudly. I don't think she liked the ruler.

"Now listen very closely. There is one exception to this rule, and only one, and that exception is when you use your safe word. If you say 'RED LIGHT,' that will end that particular Master/slave scene immediately. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master, I understand."

"I also want you to learn to use 'YELLOW LIGHT', which will mean: I'm close to my limit, or you are pushing one of my personal barriers and I may red light you if you push any farther. This is valuable feedback for me in our play. Are you clear on this as well?" I asked.

"Yes, Master, I'm clear," she agreed.

"Good. I'm glad to hear that, because you can expect that from time to time I will be pushing your barriers," I stated.

"The reason I'll be pushing them is twofold. First of all, I'll push your barriers because I want you to become comfortable with actually using your safe words. Remember, this is a safety net for both of us. Second, I'm going to push your barriers because I want to provide you with the opportunity to grow past some of your inhibitions; and if I don't push your limits, you won't have that opportunity for growth. Do you have any questions about any of this so far, slave?"

"No Master, I understand."

"I'm glad to hear that, slave." I declared.

"So, my slave, let's continue on. Am I correct in assuming that you don't like the ruler that I've been using on you this evening?" I inquired.

"No Master, it hurts!" She said with heat.

"Good! It's supposed to hurt. You've teased me in the past: saying that I can't properly discipline you because you like being spanked. Well, for disciplining purposes, you now know what you can look forward to if you displease me. Disciplining you will be solely for MY pleasure; and believe me, slave, I find that I like disciplining you," I threatened.

"So, let's recap. Who are you?"

"I'm your slave, Master," she stated.

"And who am I?"

"You're my Master," she responded.

"And what does my slave need to do to please her Master?"

"I need to do whatever my Master tells me to do."

"What does no mean, slave?" I asked.

"No means yes, Master," She responded.

"That's right," I said. "You will do everything that I tell you to do whether you want to or not. What will you do, however, if you feel that I'm pushing you too far?"

"I'll use my safe words, Master," She said.

"Very good. If you always remember these points, you'll be a happy and fulfilled slave. Happy and fulfilled because you are pleasing your Master."

"Now my slave, keeping in mind everything we've just gone over, are you ready to have your Master put you to the test tonight; are you prepared to please your Master?"

"Yes Master, I'm ready," she agreed.

"Stand up," I ordered.

I unhooked the cuffs from behind her back and re-fastened them in front. Bending her over the table once again, I ordered: "Spread your legs." Reaching down I started playing with her pussy. I noticed that she was extremely wet. It was very obvious that this scene was exciting her.

I began undressing. When I was naked I went over to her and fingered her pussy some more. Driving two fingers into her cunt elicited a moan of pleasure from her. I explained to her, "I'm going to fuck you now. But first, before I fuck my slave, I want her on her knees so she can make sure her Master is good and hard. Get up."

Because she was blindfolded and so couldn't see, I helped her down off the table and onto her knees. When she was settled, I demanded: "open your mouth, slut," and then fed her my cock. She loved it when I talked dirty to her.

While she was sucking on me I complimented her, "You have done very well so far this evening, my slave. You have learned that your proper place is to please your Master by catering to all his desires and demands. I am quite pleased so far."

While I watched her head moving on my cock, further stimulating my already hard erection, I described to her what I was going to do: "I'm going to use you for my pleasure, slave, and when I finally cum; I'm going to cum in your mouth. Being a good slave, you will then show me what a slut you are by swallowing what I have put in your mouth."

She stopped moving, but before she could move her mouth off my cock, I grabbed her head and held her there, continuing to slowly move my cock in and out of her mouth.

I continued, "Now I know that in the past you've had challenges with not being able to swallow cum; you don't like its texture; it makes you gag. What I want you to know, slave, is that I'm not interested in your excuses or logical arguments about why you can't do this. Swallowing your Master's cum is something that you can, and you WILL learn to do. It may take a while before you're comfortable with doing this: but then again it may not. You are after all, highly motivated," I reminded her. "You do want to please your Master, don't you slave?" I asked, pulling her mouth away from my cock so she could answer.

"Yes Master," She confirmed. "I do."

I put my cock back in her mouth while I asked, "You want to prove to me that you're a good slave, don't you?" Again I pulled her off so she could answer.

"I do, Master," She agreed. I thought she sounded somewhat doubtful though.

"Tell me, slave, what does your Master want to do?" I asked her.

"My Master wants to fuck me," She teased.

"Your Master wants to cum in his slave's mouth and then have her swallow it." I corrected. "Now say it properly. Or would you like some more of the ruler?" I demanded.