Training – Part III

{If you’re just now joining us, Part I is here, and Part II is here.}

i don’t know how long i kneel waiting for Sir Michael, my lover, and Sir Joseph, a virtual stranger, to finish their whiskey and tea.  It is Sir Michael who comes back to me first.  “It’s time to choose,” he says.  “Do you have any more questions first?”

i lower my eyes, i am embarrassed to ask this, but i say, “What if i change my mind?  What if i get part way through this and i can’t stand it and i really, really want to stop.”

i’m afraid he’ll be angry, but his voice is gentle.  “If you consent now, and change your mind later, you can stop it all at any time by saying, “Red.”  That’s all you have to say, and it ends immediately.  But understand, if you make that choice, you can never come back.  This is your only chance at training here.”

One more time, he asks, “Any more questions?”

i shake my head, “No, Sir.”

Sir Joseph is standing beside him now, and he says, “Well, girl, what’s it going to be?  Do you agree to put yourself completely in the care of Sir Michael and me?  To allow us to train you to be more obedient, more pleasing, and more lovely than you can imagine?”

His words make me smile, and i look up at him, and my beloved Sir.  “Yes, Sir,” i say, “i give my consent.”

They are both smiling as they help me stand, and Sir Michael unfastens my wrists, which is a great relief.  They let me roll my shoulders a bit and when they reattach the cuffs, they attach them to the rings in my collar, which is much more comfortable, although i am still unable to use my hands.

My lover kisses me, making me moan with pleasure, and he runs his hand between my legs, penetrating me easily with two fingers.  He pulls his fingers out and, to my great embarrassment, shows them to Sir Joseph, commenting on how wet i am.

They begin to examine me together then, my Sir pointing out the weight of my breasts, and the ease with which my nipples harden.  He directs me to put one foot up on a chair, allowing him to spread my lips, exposing me completely to Sir Joseph.  Sarah is watching these proceedings, which adds to my humiliation.   i do not think it can get much worse until Sir Joseph says to her that when she takes me downstairs to prepare me, she should put rouge on my nipples and cunt to highlight them.

But even while part of me is horrified, my pussy clenches and i know i am getting wetter.

Sir Joseph examines me closely, touching me as if he were examining my arm or leg rather than probing the most intimate parts of my body.  “I think we should remove the hair,” he says to Sir Michael, who is watching my face.  i open my mouth to comment, to say no, i don’t want them to do that, but Sir Michael shakes his head and i stop myself.

He steps closer to me and puts a finger to my mouth.  “No,” he says.  “There is no reason for you to speak unless you are asked a question and given permission to answer.  Your opinion doesn’t matter.  Is that clear or do i need to gag you?”

“It’s clear, Sir,” i say quickly and he nods in approval.  At that moment, Sir Joseph penetrates me deeply, making me gasp, while pressing his thumb directly on my clitoris.  His fingers are so deep inside me, his thumb hitting me just right and in seconds i think i’m going to cum.

But he laughs, says “No,” quite firmly, and removes the fingers, leaving me moaning and pressing my pussy forward as if seeking his fingers.   He laughs again, commenting to Sir Michael that i’m quite responsive.

They let me put my foot back on the floor again, but then they make me bend over and put my hands on the seat of the chair with my legs spread wide.  My lover spreads my ass cheeks so Sir Joseph can examine me there and i am sure that my humiliation is complete.  Using only the lubrication from my pussy, he penetrates my smaller entrance with a finger, pushing hard and making me cry out.

“Lots of prepping to do here,” he says, and Sir Michael agrees, noting that he’s never taken my asshole, but that he plans to do so this weekend.

Sir Joseph is continuing to fuck my asshole with his finger, and despite my initial resistance, i feel myself opening to this touch in some way i’ve never felt before. Feeling invaded, and opened, and used, and yet somehow i want to give more rather than less.  Despite myself, i begin to push my ass back against his hand, responding to his probing.  Just as i become fully comfortable, he removes the finger, once again leaving me longing for more.

“Let’s warm her ass a little,” says Sir Michael, “Just to mark her arrival.”  Sir Joseph readily agrees, and they help me stand up again, only to make me bend over the arm of the couch.  With my hands fastened in front of me, and my ass raised in the air, they have only to put a hand on my neck to hold me in place.

Sir Michael starts with his hand, and since he has only spanked me lightly before, i am soon squirming and crying out.  When Sir Joseph takes over, the blows are even harder, and i begin kicking my legs up in an effort to escape the blows.

Quickly, Sarah fastens my ankle cuffs to the legs of the couch, which spreads my legs open and secures them at the same time.  After that, there is no way to escape the blows landing on one ass cheek then the other.

When Sir Joseph tires, Sir Michael takes over again.  i am barely aware that he has asked Sarah for a switch.   i don’t know – and can’t see – that they keep a supply of switches soaking in water in this room, and she hands my Sir a sturdy birch switch.  It makes a horrible whistling as it cuts through the air, and stings dreadfully. i scream as the first one lands.

“Ten,” says Sir Joseph, “Ten from each of us,” but i am distracted by the hot welts the switch is leaving on my previously unmarked ass.

And so they continue with the switch, crossing over welts where they had struck me previously, carefully aiming it to mark me on my sit spot and the backs of my thighs, as well as my ass cheeks, until they had each given me, as they said, “ten good ones.”  As they continue, i feel myself slipping into some new place in my mind and my heart.  i no longer care about the pain, i am open and willing to receive whatever they want me to have, and my only thought is to take it.  i am crying, but i quit begging them to stop, i accept it.  My body relaxes, and i feel myself opening in ways i have not imagined.

When they’re done, they stroke me gently and call me “good girl.” They say how proud they are of me,  and i am proud of myself too.

It is only as Sarah leads me away that i realize that even at the worst, even before i was able to accept the pain, it has not even occurred to me that i could say “red” to make it stop.

Training – Part II

i had not noticed that the woman who let us in had come back into the room.  She is carrying a tray with two cups and what i imagine can only be a pot of tea.  She sets the tray down on  a small table and then turns to Sir Joseph.  “What else would you like me to do, Sir?” she asks, as if i were not standing there half-naked with my arms securely fastened behind my back.

But Sir Joseph nods to my Sir, who says, “Sarah, would you mind taking her skirt off, please?”  My body tenses, and i make a sound, i think i am going to say no, but Sir holds me tightly at the waist and says, very close to my ear, “Shhh, now, you’re doing so well, little one, don’t stop now, you’re a good girl, show me what a good girl you can be.”

Seduced by those words, i actually lift my feet as directed so she can pull my skirt off.  i am not wearing stockings, just my high-heeled sandals, so now i am completely naked. If my hands had been free i would have covered myself, but that’s not an option, and when i try to cross my legs, my Sir smacks the side of my thigh with one hand, hard enough to leave a red mark.

i gasp but he says firmly, “No.  Open your legs.  Sir Joseph will punish you properly for that later, I’m sure, but i won’t have you disobeying me.   There, that’s better,” and as i obey him, he smacks the inside of each thigh several times so they’re stinging and red.   “That’s better,” he says.

Sir Joseph says to Sarah, “Let’s go ahead and put the ankle cuffs on her.  I don’t think we’ll need them, but better to get it out of the way.”  i am too shocked to react as Sarah kneels in front of me to fasten the leather cuffs around my ankles.

“Very pretty,” my lover whispers in my ear, and i am pleased with myself to have pleased him, even through the shock and the embarrassment.

“Do you have a collar for her, or do you want to use the training collar?” Sir Joseph asks.

Sir Michael responds, “I have a collar for her, but not until she completes training.  i want her to start with a regular training collar.”  Sarah brings the collar to my Sir and hands it to him so he can fasten it around my neck.  It is a match to the wrist and ankle bracelets – simple leather, with a ring in it so they can be fastened to each other, or to other objects easily with a hook or a clip.

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My Sir takes the collar from Sir Joseph, and then releases me.  “Look at me,” he says, and i turn, a bit off balance with my hands behind me.   Facing him , i wait while he looks at me, his gaze moving from my face slowly to my feet and back up again.  “Very nice,” he says, and i let out my breath, which i had apparently been holding.

“Turn,” he says, and i pivot slowly, realizing when i face Sir Joseph that he is examining me with his eyes too.  He looks at my Sir, “Very nice,” he agrees with a smile, and i realize that i am delighted that they are both pleased, and humiliated to realize it.

Facing Sir Michael again, he says, “Kneel.”  i hesitate, not because i don’t want to obey him but because i feel so awkward with my hands behind my back i’m not sure i can do it without falling.  He nods to Sarah, and she steps forward and takes my arm, helping me stay balanced as i go to the floor.  i rock back on my heels, knees parted, and look up at my Sir, my love.

He smiles kindly, and says, “Now is the time that you can consent to the things that are going to happen, or not.  If you choose not to consent, we’ll take off the cuffs and collar, give you back your clothes, and you and i will leave.  If you decide to stay, you are agreeing  not only to obey me completely, when I’m here, but also to obey Sir Joseph completely, as if he were your Master too.  Do you have any questions?”

My mind is whirling, and i do have questions, but i don’t know how to ask them.  i want to know if they’re going to give me back my clothes, but at this point, does it even matter?   Sir had mentioned punishment, and i wonder if they will whip me or use some other technique.  i want to ask, but i’m afraid to ask.  He waits though and finally, i say, “Um, you mentioned punishment, what kind of punishment?”

Sir Michael looks at Sir Joseph then, “Joseph, you can answer that better than I can,” he says, and Sir Joseph moves to stand in front of me.  “That’s a good question,” he says gently, “our punishments can be as mild as writing lines, or an essay.  It can be corporal punishment.  We often use switches from the trees in the yard, and we may ask you to cut your own switch.   It’s also not unusual for us to use a riding crop, or give you an old-fashioned caning.   Corner time is part of our usual routine when we only have a few days to complete training, as is orgasm control.”

That startles me, and i blurt out, “Orgasm control!  Will you be having sex with me too?”

Both he and my lover shake their head then, “No,” Sir Joseph says, “I won’t have sex with you, you belong to Sir Michael, and he has not offered me your cunt or ass.”  Those words shake me a bit, although i have agreed before that i belong to Michael, it has been in the heat of passion and i have not thought of it this way, that he could offer me to his friend.

Sir Joseph has paused to let those words sink in, but i bring my attention back when he says, with a grin, “There will be dildos, and butt plugs and vibrators though.  And if you give your consent tonight, I may let you practice using your mouth to please.  But you may have to beg for the privilege.”

This is another shock to me, because i have always thought of that as something i do for my Sir by my choice, not something i need to be allowed to do.  Although of course, it is, i realize when i think about it.

“Any more questions?”  But i am too bemused to know what to ask.  My Sir says,  “Joseph, our tea’s getting cold, perhaps we’ll drink it now, and I’ll tell you what I’d like for her to work on, while she decides whether or not she wants to consent.”

Lost in thought, i barely notice when Sir Joseph nods and the two men settle themselves at the little table.  i am not paying attention when they ask Sarah to bring them each a shot of whiskey to go with the tea, and they turn on some soft music so i can’t hear them while they begin to plan my training.

i kneel, naked and a bit uncomfortable, ignored by the man who has brought me here, and the man who will be acting as my Master, if i agree.  i try to imagine what it would be like to say no.

 

 

Training – Part I

“But – what kind of training school is it?” i ask, naively, i realize now.

“For submissives, of course,” he says, smiling at me, one hand fisted in my hair.  “I would want you to go on Friday afternoon, after work, and stay the weekend -well, through Monday really, since it’s a three day weekend.”

“But -” i’m hesitant – “Would you be there too?  What would it be like?”

He smiles again, one hand moving to a nipple, pinching gently.  “I’d be there part of the time,” he says, “And you’ll have to wait and see what it’s like.  No fair telling you ahead of time.”

i’m distracted by the fingers on my nipple, rolling it back and forth, making it harder, tugging on it til i make a little sound, something between a gasp and a whimper.  “Tell me when it hurts,” he says, pinching harder til i cry out, “Now! Oh, now!” and then he pinches harder, just for a minute, til my eyes close and i cry out, and then he lets go.

My nipple aches but his fingers, probing between my legs now, confirm what i’d thought.  i am wet, incredibly wet.

“Good girl,” he says.  “I’d really like for you to do the training school, but it’s ok if you don’t want to.  You don’t have to, of course,” he says.

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That Friday afternoon, we are ushered into the living room of what appears to be a perfectly ordinary house.  Out in the country, isolated just a bit, but with lovely grounds around it.  There is a long drive leading to the house, and the yard is dotted with trees; i notice hickory, birch and willow, along with some other types i’ve never seen before.  Flowers bloom, welcoming us as we get closer to the house.

The living room is quite comfortable, warm and cozy.  A fire is burning, since in the late afternoon it begins to get cool now.   There is a desk, but no one there – we are a few minutes early and the woman, a housekeeper i guess, has let us in and then left us here to wait.

i expected to sit down, but my lover, my Sir, has remained standing and pulled me close to him, caressing my breasts gently.  i am a little bit uncomfortable, afraid that someone will come in and catch us, but when i pull away a bit, he laughs and pulls me closer to him.  “I want your panties,” he says.

“What?”

“Your panties.”  One hand strokes my face, the other pats my bottom.  “Take them off and give them to me.”

i laugh, nervously, “But i can’t – i mean – what if he comes in?”

His hand goes to my hair, at the nape of my neck, wrapping it round his fist .  “Don’t worry about that,” he says.  “Do as you’re told.”  As i begin awkwardly to reach under my skirt, trying to take my panties off without exposing myself, he adds, “This is why you’re here.  By the end of the weekend, I expect you’ll be much quicker to obey.”

A wave of shame rushes over me, i had not realized that i was not good enough, but he senses it and says, “No, you’re a good girl, and I know you want to please me.  You do please me.  But it’s like anything.  Training will enhance that natural skill you have, increase your awareness of your submission, and make you even lovelier and more pleasing than you are now.”

His words soothe me, but even more soothing is his thumb, which he lays on my lower lip, pulling the lip down so i instinctively take his thumb into my mouth.  Sucking gently, caressing him with my tongue, any anxiety i have is somehow assuaged.

i have succeeded in getting my panties off and he takes them from me with his other hand, puts them in his pocket.  “Good girl,” he says.  “Now I’ll have your bra.”

i am startled, not sure how he expects me to take it off.  i’m getting ready to try to unfasten it in the back, slip the straps down, and pull it off that way, but he stops me.  The dress i’m wearing is a simple knit material and it crosses over creating an open v-neck in the front.  He pulls the dress off my shoulders easily, pulling it completely down til i’m exposed to the waist.

“Oh!” i say, about to protest, but “Shhhh,” he says, unhooking my bra in the back and removing it gently.  His hands stroke my skin and i freeze, mesmerized by his touch.

So i am standing there, naked except for the skirt of my dress, when i hear a deep voice behind me say, “Good evening, and welcome.”

Gasping, i start to raise my arms to cover my self, but Sir stops me, capturing a wrist in each hand he pulls them behind my back.  He can easily hold both wrists with one hand, and with the other hand, he turns me so i am facing the stranger, arms pinned behind me, thrusting my breasts forward.

i am blushing, but the stranger hardly seems to glance at me.  “Michael!” he says.  “It’s good to see you!”

“Joseph – it’s been a long time!”  And they begin to talk, chatting about how long it’s been and how’s business, as if i were not standing there.  Except that while they’re doing that, this stranger hands my Sir a leather cuff, which Sir attaches to one wrist.  The stranger – who i will quickly learn to call Sir Joseph, holds the other wrist firmly until both cuffs are attached, and then fastened together behind my back.

My Sir positions me so i’m standing straight, facing away from him, and then, still talking casually to Sir Joseph, he pinches each of my nipples until they are hard and fully extended.  i am so embarrassed i could die, but with my hands pinned behind me, any escape seems impossible. And besides which, i’m getting more aroused with each touch.  i’m not completely sure that i would leave if i could.