Training waist of a slave

I offered myself to him and he accepted. I am his Slave, his to use as he pleases. I am not simply his lover, although we do love each other. I am more than that. I am his property and this is just as I want my life to me.

He has begun to train me in the ways that please him. He adores corsets and heels, so this is where we begin. He tied me into my first corset. I will wear this until he chooses to release me which will not be for quite some time. He has told me that I will be released only to shower, but aside from that, I will wear a corset constantly until my waist has achieved his desired size and shape. He does not want me deformed as with some of the women from the olden days, simply curvy. Besides, this will help my posture and my habit of snacking too often. He wants my waist to be no bigger than 28 inches. At the moment, it is 32, so I don't have far to go. I will become so used to wearing one that I will feel lost without it. He has tied it tightly and every 20 minutes for the last 2 hours he has pulled it even tighter. I cannot bend at the waist. I totter on my heels whenever I walk, which pleases him.

He instructs me, patiently, on how he wishes to leave the house each morning. Upon awaking, I will service him with my mouth. Once I have drunk of his essence I will make breakfast while he showers and dresses. If, however, I spill even a drop of his essence, He will punish me by denying my own release for the entire day. I will then kneel beside his brief case and wait. After he finishes eating, He will then leave for his day at work. I will then go to my room and read his requirements for the day then attend to my chores. This is quite difficult because I cannot bend. Nonetheless, I must clean the house, make sure there is food, and complete all of the other tasks he may assign to me before he returns home. When he walks through the door, I must again be kneeling on my rug. When he comes to stand in front of me, I will unzip his trousers and welcome him home properly. Again, I will swallow every drop. If I fail, I will not be allowed to shower, I will only be allowed a sponge bath, but whatever has spilled onto me will remain.

 He will then inspect the house. If there is any fault, I will be punished. He will release me from my corset. I am to shower, dry off, apply lotion then go to him. He will replace my corset. Then, he will use me as he sees fit for the rest of the evening.

In need of Music

Naked in the Woods - 2

We have been here for three days now. She has slipped into quite the submissive state. She also smiles laughs more than she has in months. I should have brought her here sooner. From now on, at least every six week I am bringing her here. Yesterday, she tested me. During a simple breakfast of tea and porridge, she began a conversation. She started talking about getting a new car. I just stared are her a moment, shocked that she would so blatantly break the rule of silence. She knew she was allowed to speak only with permission, and never about anything from the outside world. When she saw my expression, she smiled and apologized. It was the smile that told me she was testing my resolve. I pointed to the corner. She blushed a bit but immediately bowed her head and went to go stand in the corner, hands behind her back.

I opened the wardrobe where I kept all of my supplies. I don't really like a ball gag, so instead I grabbed a simple scarf. I tied it around her mouth.

"There. That will remind you to stay silent."

Next, I went out to the garden. I had planted a large crop of ginger and now dug some up. I pulled out my knife and carved it into shape. Going back inside, I pushed her shoulder against the wall and kicked her legs out a bit, forcing her to stick out her bottom. Then, I inserted the fig into her anus. The burn started immediately, because she began to whimper.

"That's right. It burns doesn't it. You need to let go of the world. For now, your entire world is right here. This cabin, me, this land. I was thinking about having you choose what implement you wanted me to use for your morning spanking, but not now. I'm choosing. You need to accept the simple fact that you belong to me and that you have rules which I expect to be followed. You agreed to the rules. Do you still agree? Nod yes or no."

She nodded her agreement. Had she shook her head, I would have ungagged her, removed the fig and renegotiated the rules. But she had just given me permission, as I knew she would, to discipline her as I saw fit. He knew she was expecting a spanking, but he had a different idea. While she squirmed in her corner, he retrieved items from the wardrobe. Then, he sat and watched her. Her ass wiggled she bounced up and down on her toes. After about twenty minutes, he knew the effectiveness of the ginger was wearing off, so he stood, kissed her neck and removed the fig.

"Now turn around, but keep your hands behind your back."

She did so and he kissed her tear stained face. He lowered his head and sucked her nipples until they were hard little pebbles. Then, he showed her the chop sticks.

He ruthlessly attached them to her nipples. She bit down on the scarf, moaning. A fresh batch of tears fell down her face. Standing back he surveyed his handiwork.

"That should do it. Now, clean up the breakfast dishes. Once that chore's finished, I'll administer your morning spanking. After that, I'll remove the chop sticks and scarf. Hopefully, that will suffice in teaching you that I intend to enforce our rules."

Spanking of the Week

I've looked forward to this day all week. I always do. Most people hate Mondays, but not me. Monday is Spanking day. A day that I spend naked, nothing more than an object of beauty and sexuality. I am no longer a professional, nor do I have the worries of today's worlds. I am free of all work, all stress, all concerns. I am beauty and I simply have one decision to make - yes or no. I choose yes.

The day begins with a shower, shaving my legs, arms, cat. I lotion up with delightfully scented cream. Then, I go to the parlour. This room is only used on Mondays. It is my sanctuary. Heavy red velvet curtains cover the windows, a plush red carpet for my bare feet. A large winged leather chair for Him, a love seat, a liquor cabinet, a small table with two straight backed chairs, a chaise lounge. Inside the closet lie the toys he may choose to use. Once I enter, I am his. I eat what and when he tells me, I drink at his discretion, I use the restroom only when given permission. I make no decisions.

He is waiting for me, seated on one of the straight back chairs. He folds the paper he was reading and smiles at me. I smile in return. He turns his chair slightly and I position myself over his lap. He begins slowly, softly and I sigh. Really, this is more of a massage than a spanking. I do not think of what is to come, I focus on the pleasure of the moment. He increases his force, but not his speed. I feel a sting now and relax into his hand. My pussy is beginning to swell and my nipples are tightening. My hands are braced on the carpet. I will not remove them. If I do, that is his signal to stop. I curl my fingers into the plushness as he continues. His hand hard, unforgiving. My honey is flowing now and I am biting my lip, but I  have yet to cry real tears. He knows this and will not stop until I do or if I lift my hands.

His hands cover my bottom, the tops of my thighs, the famous sit spot. I know not where the next blow will land but I am grateful for each one. My skin is on fire and my mind is floating. Pain and pleasure merge into peace. Tears cover my face and suddenly I am in his arms. He kisses my tears and holds me. He tells me that I am beautiful, I am perfect, I am his. I am at peace.