I'm going to try my hand at some fiction. I was thinking about a scenario wherein a dom trains an It's not complete, if folks want to learn the rest of the story, I will finish it. I plan also to write the same events from the sub's perspective. Hope you enjoy.
TRAINING A SUB
She has submitted to me; given me freedom of access to her body. She is new to this and does not realise that I need freedom of access to all of her; her thoughts, her fears and her very core. But for now, I will take her body. The first thing to go must be her modesty. She is not accustomed to being unclothed in the presence of others except in a dark bedroom, she always pees behind a closed door with the tap running, the armour of bra and panties are always in place. I will go slowly but surely until she is an uninhibited nudist proud of displaying her body for me or anyone I choose.
She is sitting in an arm chair in my living room, sipping a glass of chilled white wine and we have been discussing her submission and how things would go. I have assured her that her submission would begin with her physical parts, that I would learn her most intimate physical secrets, both external and internal. I promised to go slowly, to take the entire week we had to spend together but that I would make no sexual demands on her.
I have also made clear that once she has given her consent she may not say "no" except to stop everything and to leave my home never to return. I believe that submission must be unconditional within defined boundaries. We have agreed to all the usual boundaries of animals, kids, scat, needles, knives, permanent damage and so on and she has also agreed that there may be dicipline for hesitation on her part or for my pleasure regardless of her behaviour.
"Do you have any questions? Do you agree to these terms?" I asked her. Her skin was flushed and there was a faint sheen of sweat on her face and the "V" of her chest exposed by her shirt. Her breathing seemed faster than average but I couldn't be sure. By the end of the week I would be sure.
She reached for her glass of wine with a trembling hand and took a large swallow.
"May I ask questions or ask for explanations without it being considered hesitation or refusal?" she asked.
"Of course although questions, in fact conversation of any sort except for direct answers to my questions, will not be tolerated when I determine their purpose is to delay or defer obeying a request", I replied and continued. "You must understand that submission of your body means that it is mine to do with as I please... you will have given that power to me; that is what physical submission is. I promise not to damage you; I do not promise not to hurt you. You will learn that I am not extreme but first you must decide to trust. There is no sampling, no tryouts. You will take that leap of faith or not."
"Yes, I agree to submit to you as we have discussed." she whispered and her flush deepened.
"Good! Now, you must read and sign this agreement which lists only what we have discussed. I have already signed it. Of course it has no legal standing but its purpose is to clarify in your mind what you are agreeing to and the limits I am agreeing to. When you have signed it, I will give you these symbols of your status to wear." I had purchased a seamless collar, plus wrist and ankle rings of polished stainless steel. They were beautiful. "You must wear them at all times." I had been fantasizing her standing naked before me clothed only in those bare steel bonds and smiled in anticipation.
She read through the single sheet of point-form statements and signed it. I brought out the lined jewellery type box of her new jewellery. "Please remove all jewellery you are wearing." I instructed "And we will put these on you."
She removed watch, rings, earrings and a gold chain from around her neck. I fastened collar and wrist and ankle rings on her. She remarked, "I will miss my watch. I like to know what time it is and you don't seem to have any clocks around."
I chuckled to myself, she has begun to learn submission. "What do you have planned for the next week that requires your knowing the time?"
Her eyes widened a bit and she said , "Oh."
My name is David, as you know. and I need you to use it whenever you have heard and agree to my requests. You may, if you prefer address me as "Sir" but I do not require it and am more than happy with my true name. Your obedience to my requests and these steel rings are all the symbols of our relationship I require.
"Yes, David."
It was early evening and I had planned a light supper and then to leave her to her own devices, limited to her own room for the rest of the evening.
"So, first of all I will explain your living arrangements. I have set aside a bedroom for you which has its own bathroom. I have stocked the closet with the clothing you will wear while here. You may use whatever cosmetics you have brought with you. I know better than to tell a woman what shampoo or body lotion too use." She chuckled. Good, I thought, she had been getting a bit panicked looking.
"There is reading material there for you and a journal which you will write in every day, whenever I instruct you to do so and before sleeping, without exception. I expect at least two pages of writing every day."
"You have complete and absolute privacy while in that room. You must be completely naked at all times when in your room. I cannot check on this but I will trust you to obey." Her eyebrows went up but she said nothing.
I prompted her for the forgotten response of agreement.
"Oh... yes David" she said.
"I expect a quicker response with more enthusiasm, sub."
"Yes David, I understand and I'm sorry."
I also require that you be barefoot at all times not only in your room and everywhere else in the house. If we leave the house you may of course wear shoes but it is not a given that we will be going outside."
I looked at her with an expression of waiting. Then she gave the desired response. "You must be quicker, and I have been patient. It seems that you need firmer encouragement." I went into the kitchen, sliced off one quarter of a juicy lemon and returned with it and a timer to the living room.
I handed it to her, "Eat everything but the peel... one minute." and I set the timer. She looked at the lemon in her hand and the timer with it's dial counting off the seconds, 59, 58, 57... then at me. "Time's a wasting, sub"
"Yes David", she began by nibbling at the fruit and making a face. The timer ticked 47, 46, 45. She took a larger bite into her mouth and her whole face puckered up, 25, 24, 23.
"Better finish that, you won't like the alternative."
She closed her eyes and sunk her teeth into the rest of the lemon quarter and swallowed the flesh whole with a shudder.
"Good" I said and stood up. I smiled at her and extended my hand. "I'm hungry. Let's eat." She took it and I led her into the kitchen.
I explained where everything was and she helped me serve up our cold supper of greens, roasted pork tenderloin, and Orzo salad. We chatted about everyday things and she told me all about her job. After dinner, while we enjoyed some fresh raspberries and cream with a pot of Jasmine tea I explained that I was leaving her to herself for the rest of the evening, that she must remain in her room, and that she must remove all body hair below the neck.
Further, I wanted her finger and toe nails trimmed neatly and painted with the polish of her choice from the assortment I had left in the bathroom. The long nails with the silly "French" manicure had to go.
I warned her about staying up too late as she would be up early the next morning. I reminded her about remaining naked while in her room and about writing in the journal before bed. Oh, and the last warning... no masturbating, no touching any private parts and especially no coming.
"You may wear any outfit you like from what is in the closet. You will learn that there are no underclothes and you may not wear multiple articles to simulate underwear. For example, there are some shorts there and some trousers and some dresses. You may not combine a pair of shorts with something else where the shorts are worn instead of underwear. Do you understand?"
"Yes David."
"You may not leave your room except for the direst of emergencies: the house is on fire, for example. If you need to call me, there is an intercom but do not misuse it as there will be consequences."
She indicated her understanding. She retrieved her cosmetics bag from her suitcase before I slid it into the hall closet. We had previously discussed her cell phone which I wanted her to have for family emergency calls and such but I made it clear that she was not to use it for chit chat with her friends for the first few weeks we were together. She was fine with that. I led her to her room and closed the door behind her.
For a while there was the sound of doors and drawers opening and closing, water running and general sounds of movement in the room. I amused myself watching something or other on television through earphones. I didn't want to offer her any distractions or unnecessary outside signs or indication of the time.
DAY ONE
After I got up the next morning and had showered, dressed and made my coffee I activated the wake-up chime in her room. I expected her appearance in a half hour or so but she came into the kitchen within seconds. She was barefoot with matching painted trimmed nails. Excellent. She had chosen to wear one of the longer shifts - the peach one - sashed at the waist and long to below the knees.
Everything in her closet was made of thin, not quite sheer cotton or silk. She was completely covered but her nipples were visible poking into the fabric. They looked hard. So... this was a good sign. From behind, the fabric clung to the buttocks delightfully.
After morning greetings we sat down to breakfast. I asked her if she had completed the grooming as instructed and asked her how it had gone and how she felt about it.
She blushed and said she did her best at the shaving but had difficulty. I gallantly offered to do that chore for her but she declined. Soon enough, I will require that task, but not yet. She said that it felt strange and exposed. She had not seen her vulva since she was a little girl and it was a shock to her to see that kind of nakedness.
So, she got part of the reason for requiring her to remove her pubic hair. it maximised her nakedness.
She explained that it was uncomfortable being naked in a strange room and she felt vulnerable. I thanked her for her honesty and explained that soon she would be comfortable being naked in private and that would lead to her being comfortable being naked with me or others. She gulped visibly.
I asked if she had written anything in her journal which she confirmed she had. Soon I would ask her if I could read the journal but not yet. I merely said that that was good.
She what adopting a slightly hunched posture while sitting at the table, no doubt to disguise those two pointy nipples thrusting against the thin fabric. She's fair with strawberry blonde hair and I suppose her nipples are pale which would explain why no shadow of them was visible.
"Sit up straight. I require good posture."
Agreeing, she straightened.
"Are you trying to hide your nipples?"
"Well, I, er..", she stumbled on.
"It's no secret that you have nipples, you know." I reached out a finger and touched one gently.
She pulled back reflexively.
"You will not do that again, sub", I said sternly. She must learn to allow any touch, to obey without deciding to obey.
She apologised.
I had her stand up and step away from the table. I went to the play room and came back with two wooden spring-type clothes pins. They were painted pink. This meant that I had loosened the springs to a gentler strength. Never fear, they had some pinch to them but nothing extreme.
"You will wear these on your nipples for 15 minutes. Shall I put them on you or will you do it?"
She bit her lip. "I will do it." she replied. "May I go to my room to put them on?"
I could see we had a ways to go. "Yes. Then come back here so I may check that you've done it correctly." I admired her fine ass as she left the room. When she returned I could see the pins under the dress's top but she lad loosened the fabric above the sash. Tricky sub but trickier dom. I wanted the pins forced down by the fabric. I pulled the fabric at the front of the dress down firmly. She gasped as the pins pulled her nipples down. As she stood before me I reached out and jiggled each in turn. She squeezed her eyes shut and a tear leaked out of one. Roughly, she brushed it away.
"Now go into the livingroom and kneel in the centre of the room. I want your knees 12 inches apart. I will tell you when 15 minutes is up."
Meekly she said her "Yes David" and left the kitchen. A devilish idea came to me and I went back to the playroom to get something. In the livingroom I set the timer for 10 minutes, came up behind her and slipped the blindfold over her eyes. She jerked. "Be still, sub!"
I came around in front of her and sat cross legged.
"Clasp your hands together behind your back!" This pulled the fabric even tighter against the clothes pins which clearly pulled harder on the nipples. She pinched her lips together.
"Why have I had you do this, sub?"
"Because I pulled away when you wanted to touch me." she answered.
"Good." I encouraged her. "Will you allow my touch from now on without flinching?"
"Yes David"
I took hold of both clothes pins, holding them at the ends closest to her and pulled and jiggled them for a little while. I heard a faint moan. Never touching her flesh but moving the breasts around by the wooden pins I lifted them up as far as they would stretch, then down then jiggled them vigorously. Another moan.
"You can unclasp your hands now. I want you to reach under your skirt and run two fingers between your lips then hold out that hand for my inspection."
The fingers were, as expected, glistening. The scent of her arousal was noticable.
"Reach under your skirt again, and stroke your lips and clit until I say for you to stop but you must not come." She began.
It wasn't long before I could see the muscles of her thighs begin to tremble. "Stop!"
She uttered a moan of regret but stopped and withdrew her hand.
The timer indicated time was up.
"Now, I have work to do and I want you to clean up the kitchen from breakfast then retire to your room and write about this morning and how you feel about it and anything else that occurs to you. Especially I would like you to write about why you are modest about your breasts. I will ring when it's time to come out."
She hurried from the room, no doubt to remove the nasty clothes pins.
At lunch time, I activated the chime in her room and spoke through the intercom.
"Hello David" she answerd.
"Time for lunch. I want you to wear a white two piece skirt and top. Then join me in the kitchen."
She emerged in a longish skirt and a sleeveless top with thin straps. The top was short and loose and fell only to her waist. The skirt was low slung and left a large part of her belly uncovered. Luscious.
During lunch, I explained that this afternoon we would work on the postures I wanted her to learn and to continue getting her used to my touch and to being more exposed.
While she tidied up in the kitchen I arranged things in the play room.
When she entered the play room she looked around, no doubt searching for whips and chains; racks, hooks, stocks and spanking benches. None of that stuff was visible. They were all there behind closed doors but for now, out of sight. There was one piece of furniture in the room. A square, padded table with loops affixed along all four sides. I was sitting on my favourite high stool.
"Come stand in front of me."
"Hold your hands out and stand with your feet 12 inches apart." I brought out a piece of equipment comprising two padded leather cuffs with palm extensions, attached, one at each end, to a pole about 24 inches long. There was a short length of chain attached to each end of the pole. The other ends of these chain lengths were joined with a ring.
I buckled one leather cuff to each of her wrists. Her arms sagged a bit under the weight of the pole and chains. I went over to the wall she was facing and unhooked both ends of a length of chain that ran over a ceiling pulley. I brought the two lengths to her. Affixed to one end was a carabineer which I clipped to the steel ring joining the two lengths of chain on the pole and applied enough tension to the other end of the
long chain to take the weight off the assembly off her arms. She looked relieved until I pulled more which raised her hands above her head. I continued until her arms were under a bit of tension taking on maybe 5-10% of her body weight.
To relieve this pressure, she moved her feet together.
"AH AH, put them back where they were." I went to get a length of pipe with a ring at each end and clipped the pole between her feet attaching it to her anklets. So, there she was, completely vulnerable. Open to whatever I wanted and totally unable to do anything about it. I was as hard as the poles between her extremities.
"How would you feel about me removing your top? Would you like that? Would it turn you on? Tolerate it? Hate it?"
After only a moment's hesitation she asked, "Honest answer?"
"Of course."
"I would allow it even if I had a choice" she smiled ruefully, "but I would be very uncomfortable".
Ahhh. Well then...
I went over to the toy table and got a plant mister filled with ice water and wet the front of her top rendering it virtually transparent. She gasped. Likely from the shock of the cold water as much as from suddenly being rendered virtually topless.
Her nipples were hard pencil erasers; the areolas puckered. Her chest was heaving. I took hold of the bottom hem of her top and pullet is taught and smoothed the fabric flat over her breasts. Very nice. I went to the table and got the scissors. Two snips and the straps were gone. Watching her eyes, I gradually pulled the top down, down, down closer and closer to the secret nipples. Before getting there I posed her a choice.
Which would she prefer, I completely remove the top or 20 butt swats. “I will caution you, bare breasts will involve some breast and nipple play and the spanking will involve some ass play.” I warned.
"The top." she gasped. "Breast play... no ass play."
"No ass play yet, you mean. Right?"
"Yes Sir." and she closed her eyes.
"Will it help if I blind fold you"
She allowed that a blindfold might be a good idea.
I placed pads on her eyes and buckled a blind fold over them.
I undid the button closure at the back of her top and it fell to the floor. Now all natural breasts of any size at all have some sag to them but raising their owner's arms over her head lifts them delightfully. Her breasts were a good size, maybe C or C+ with very pink nipples and areolas. Her very fair skin allowed some fine blue veins to show below the surface. My mouth watered with desire to take one of those delightful nubs into my mouth but I deferred that pleasure.
She was trembling. Fear? Anticipation? Desire?
I rolled my tool tray over to where she hung from the ceiling pulley. On it I had an ice pick, some pink clothes pins, a hairbrush, a lit candle, a bowl of ice, a feather, a piece of fur, a small portable tens unit, some breast and nipple sized fire cups, some not pierced nipple jewellery, nipple bands and nipple clips. Also there was some light weight hemp rope.
I decided to begin with the cups. These would engorge and enlarge the nipples making them more prominent and more sensitive. I selected one of the small Pyrex cups, swabbed the inside with rubbing alcohol and held it over the lit candle. When the alcohol in the cup ignited, I placed the cup quickly over one nipple. She gasped with the nano second burn. Immediately the nipple began to swell into the vacuum formed in the cup. I repeated this for the other side. The cups were probably about the same capacity as a shot glass, an ounce and a half. The nipples would fill them about 2/3. Perfect. The colour began to darken.
She was moaning and asked what was happening to her breasts. "Do you want to look?" I asked.
"No...I don't think so." she answered.
"Fine, then no more questions." I spilled some hot wax on her left breast.
She shrieked. I spilled hot wax on her right breast. She shrieked again but not quite so loudly. I let some more drip onto her belly. A whimper. More on both breasts, more whimpers. I could smell her arousal. I wanted to plunge my hand into her pussy and lick my fingers, suck her clit into my mouth and rub my tongue over it and make her twist and moan. That would come. I would own this woman and she would beg me to pleasure her.
I slipped a finger nail under the lip of one of the fire cups to break the suction and lifted it off the enormous, engorged nipple and areola. The areola was raised up in a mound and the nipple was about three times its former size; as big as the end of my middle finger. I slipped a nipple band over the swollen part (it would slow down the return to normal size) then removed the cup from the other breast and banded it too. Then I played with them.
I alternated between wax and ice, ice pick and feather, hairbrush and fur. She was twisting and writhing moaning and shrieking, "yes" and "no" , "stop" and "don't stop" and other words I didn't recognise. I know if I just touched her clit she's come. But I didn't.
After some time, I’m not sure how long, I removed the bands and put on a pair of pretty nipple clips with tiny bells. I peeled off the wax from breasts and belly then lowered the chain holding her arms above her head. I unbuckled the leather cuffs and removed the blind fold. She stood there but only barely. I grabbed a blanket, wrapped it around her shoulders and led her to a soft loveseat where she collapsed. I held her in my arms and whispered "there there" and other comfort until she stopped trembling and relaxed. She drifted there for a while and I just held her and drank in her scent and the feel of her in my arms.
When she began to stir I encouraged her to get up and I helped her to her room. I saw her comfortably in her bed, pulled up the sheet and preserving her modesty, removed the skirt from underneath. I went to the kitchen and filled a pitcher with ice and water and left it and a glass on her night table.
to be continued on request
and they simply walked away from it. One, especially, I found very interesting and had high hopes of getting to know better, was the most vocal and emphatic. And off they went in their domly huffs likely muttering about fakes and players etc. What a waste!
