Boot Camp follow up

My four days of Hotel Boot Camp was over a week ago and I'm still feeling the effect - mentally and, I suppose, spiritually. Let me revisit the highlights of the trip and how I feel about the experience now.

1.  Unconditional Obedience. I didn't think this would go well for me and I was right. My first acting out was when it was time for dinner. Milord called for room service and I felt the need to cover myself or hide in the bathroom. At that time, I was tied to the bed, face up, clothespins on my nipples, a vibrator in my recently fucked pussy. I begged him to at least take out the vibrator and cove me with a sheet. He ignored me and opened the door for the room service guy. Before the guy wheeled in the cart, I heard milord explain that he was training me, with my consent, to be an obedient woman. The young man was welcome, if he was comfortable doing so, to help with the training by not averting his eyes and freely commenting on my assets. I was mortified! The guy was young - mid twenties - and quite handsome. He openly stared at me and then WHISTLED!!! He asked if I truly had consented to this and, after glancing at Milord for permission to speak, I assured him I had. The man then set up our dinner and noted to Milord how he had always wanted to do the same with his girlfriend. He admired how my nipples were hard rocks above the pins, how pretty my red cheeks were and asked how many times I had cum due to the position I was in and the vibrator. I gritted my teeth as the two of them discussed me for the next ten minutes. The man then told Milord that the hotel had a policy of assigning one server to a client if so requested. He'd happily be our personal server. The two shook hands and the man left. Milord unclipped my nipples and I screamed a bit as the blood rushed back into them. I hadn't thought I could cum again, but I was wrong. I exploded, expelling the vibrator from my pussy. This made Milord laugh, so i thought he was pleased, but no. He reminded me of my disobedient mouth and told me that if that happened again, he'd punish me in front of the server rather than in private. He spanked my pussy and thighs. Hard. I cried and cried from the pain and from my failure. He then untied me, cuddled me, told me I had taken my punishment like a good girl and so for the duration of dinner I had full permission to speak.

NOW.  Yes, the pussy spanking hurt like hell, but what hurt more was the fact that I had made it barely three hours before I had disobeyed. In the past Milord would have let me get by with it, or worse, done as I demanded and covered me. Now, we've both learned that rules are rules and when they are enforced we both feel better afterwards. I look at him with even more respect now and certainly think twice before breaking any of our agreed upon rules.

2.  All Holes belong to Him.  I've always enjoyed the occasional anal experience, but I've been picky about it. I had to know a day in advance. I ate lightly, made sure my rectum was clean, placed towels within easy reach, and was horrified at the idea that my poop (eeewww!!) would be touched, seen or smelled! At the HBC (Hotel boot camp) I was not allowed to be picky. In the four days we were there, he came in my anus six times! He filled it with the metal egg, a large butt plug and even made me sleep with a small plug inserted. I had no privacy! I was not allowed to close the bathroom door. I was humiliated by this, but I had no choice. I disobeyed once and shut the door when I felt the need for a bowel movement. When I had finished, I was promptly punished. He pulled me over his lap and applied his belt across my bottom for ten minutes straight! By the time he finished, my bottom was beet red, my face was just as red, my cheeks covered in wet, salty tears and my pussy dripping with wetness.

NOW.  I understand that if he wants access to any part of my body he understand and - doesn't mind - the possibility of the unpleasant (in my mind) goo, odor or clean up. While I still appreciate a bit of warning, I eat more fiber (avoiding constipation), drink more water and guess what - not only do I now have regular bowel movements, but I feel physically better and healthier. Now when he takes my ass or plugs it, I'm pleased - inordinately so - that I can comply.

Overall, I'm a better, happier, healthier person and a more satisfied, skilled and content submissive.

Hotel Boot Camp

MiLord came home from work today, kissed me, pulled me into the bedroom, sat on THE chair and patted his lap. He was smiling, so I knew this spanking was not for punishment but rather  because he wanted it. I smiled back and draped myself into position. He spoke while he spanked. 

"Within 10 minutes of this spanking's end you will put on what is in the bag on the bed and be waiting in the garage by the car. You will ask no questions and will speak only when asked a question or when given ease to do so. We will be gone for four days and during that time, you will obey me without question, accept my decisions gracefully, and, above all else, you will, I hope, have one of the most enjoyable mini vacations you have ever had."

Now I'd been fantasizing about just such a vacation for YEARS and never thought He'd actually go through with it. My pussy was dripping and i wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees and worship his cock in gratitude, but instead, I said, "Oh, God. Yes."

He stopped spanking. "Did I ask a questions?"

Oops. "No, Milord."

"Ten hard."

And so he did. My bottom was stinging and hot when he stood me up and looked at his watch. I hurried into the bedroom, trying not to rub my bottom (not allowed!) I tore open the bag and saw a pair of black satin panties, a green and black corset, a black corset and reasonable heels. Giggling I put these on but struggled with the lacing. Soon, I realized that my ten minutes were flying by and I was still fighting with the back ribbons. Finally, I was ready and rushed to the garage. Two minutes late. I batted my eyes and hoped he would be merciful, but I was just silly to think that! Nope. He bend me over the hood of the car, lubed my anus and inserted a metal "egg." I HATE the egg! I feel it every moment it's in me. It is uncomfortable and cold and humiliating! Naturally, I was quivering with pleasure. 

An hour later we pulled up to a swanky hotel. He helped me out of the car and I blushed knowing I looked like a tramp. He just held my elbow, signed in and winked (HE WINKED) at the young man behind the register. We went into the elevator and he immediately unzipped his trousers and said: Greet Me.

I hesitated but did it. I knelt before him and worshiped his cock. I heard the ding of the elevator and he pulled way, zipped up but made me stay in position until the doors opened. Then, he helped me up, grinning at the couple who was coming onto the elevator. I thought I'd die of embarrassment!

Once in the room, he told me what the weekend would consist of.

You will be in the room until we check out. Then, you will put on this same outfit. Until then, you will wear, at most, your corset and shoes, but mostly, you will be nude. I will tie you up, fuck your every hole. You will suck on me, my balls, and you will enjoy it. I will display you in the window and for room service and bell hop service. You will not hide yourself from me or from anyone else I invite into this room. I will spank you, clip your nipples, bind you. I will drip wax on your luscious body. I will wake you during the night and fuck you. If you do not obey me immediately and gracefully, I will spank you with my belt. (I paled at this!!) You will wear a butt plug, a dildo, a collar, or nipple clamps at all times. Sometimes, you might wear all of the above. By the time we leave, ever orifice you have will be begging for mercy, you bottom will be tender to the touch, your nipples screaming for kindness because while we are here, you are mine.  Questions?

"No, Sir, but may I say something?"

"yes."

"Bless you."

Day of the Nipples

New project. He will devote an entire day to a selected body part. That is the one and only part of my body that will receive attention from him. Today is Day of the Nipples. First, he put on the nipple shield, but anyone who's tried to keep one of those on non-pierced nipples knows the challenge. My Lord is no fool. He knew they would pop off easily, so over the shield he placed a nipple jewel - the loopy kind - to hold it in place. Then, he had me kneel and service his cock. I was not allowed to use my hands, only my mouth. I couldn't control myself once and reached for his balls. I LOVE fondling his balls! I thought for a while he was going to let this go, but I was wrong. He let me finish, thank God! and he came in my mouth. 

Then, he iced my nipples. Good Lord but that was cold! Especially after they had been tightly jeweled! They hardened up to bullets the moment one drop of frozen water fell on them. He laughed when I sucked in my breath. I love to hear that sound. I wanted to cry out, but controlled myself, which was also a mistake. He likes me to make a little noise. Moans, begging, crying. I know this and for some perverse reason even I don't understand, I fight it and remain silent as long as possible. He likes this as well. He's told me so. He likes to break my resolve and own me totally. The ice damned near did it, but not quite. So, he upped the ante.

How? With heat. He end from constriction to ice to burning - okay, not real burning, but it sure as hell felt like it. 

Wax. He dripped hot wax across my breasts, covering my tender nipples and soft skin with fire which cooled to hardness. I broke. It was all too much and I cried out and began to thrash. This he was not to endure, so he tied me in place and continued his assault on my breasts. Please, I begged, please fuck me! My pussy was crying as well, sweet tears gushing from my petals, begging for attention. He saw this and laughed again. No. No my dear. If you can cum for me I will give you my cock to suck on again, but nothing for your pussy. Not yet. Now, cum for me or I'll have to punish your nipples more and I promise, you won't like that one little bit.

I opened my eyes and followed his glance. The flogger. If I didn't cum, he'd flog my breasts. My breath stopped for a moment. I imagined the pain. I imagined his pleasure. and I came.

That's my girl. He praised me. Now you may have my cock and since you've already sucked it dry once, I promise you it will stay hard for a very long time. If you can coax another orgasm from me within the next 30 minutes I won't make you wear the bells for the rest of the day.

I took that challenge, and lost. Thirty-two minutes later he fed me his sweet, sweet cream, but I wear his bells for the next four hours. I can't wait to see what tomorrow has in store.

Day of the Ass

Today was DAY OF THE ASS. As with Day of the Nipple, He began by having me kneel and perform fellatio. I learned my lesson, though, and clasped my hands behind my back so that I would not touch him without permission. He laughs when he sees this, grabs my hair and tells me to look at him. He wants to see my eyes when he cums down my throat. He wants to see my reaction as I gulp down his offering. He wants to watch my throat move and my eyes water. Then, he fucks my mouth. I struggle to keep my eyes on his and - yes - I fail. Nonetheless, he gives me his morning blessing but tells me I am still to be punished. For the next 24 hours I will wear a metal chastity belt and he will keep the key. I cry in frustration knowing he will keep his word. He even encases my breasts in a metal bra so that I will find no release except through my ass. This, he will use as he chooses.

First, he inserts a plug through the back hole of the belt. I wince a bit, but he soothes me and when the plug settles, I feel pleasantly full. Then, he tells me to dress. We are going out shopping. I gape at him in shock. He's going to take me out in public wearing not only a chastity belt but also a plug??? He grabs my hair, pulls my head back and kisses me. When he lifts his head he whispers: Obey or pay a price. You've already earned one spanking for closing your eyes earlier.  

I obey. He takes his time with errands and I am conscious only of my wet, lonely pussy and my full bottom. It is as if he is touching me even when he is pushing the grocery cart. Finally, we arrive back home. We put away the groceries and I am a mass of nerves and wetness. I can't take any more, so i go down on my knees again, tears in my eyes and beg. I beg him to take me. To fuck me. To give me sweet release. I'm sobbing at this point, so desperate am I for his touch. Desperate and so very, very close to orgasm. He lifts my chin and smiles. If I take my spanking like a good girl, he says. I nod eagerly and promise to be good. He sits on one of the kitchen chairs and pulls me over his lap. I jump with the sharp sting of the first slap and cry. I know he likes to hear this and I couldn't have stopped myself even if I had tried. The real challenge will be in keeping my hands out of his way and not kicking. I brace my hands on the floor. This helps to center me. I can concentrate on them.I count the tears as they splash on the white floor until there is a small puddle of brine between my hands. My ass is on fire so that even the rain of my tears and my abandoned, locked shut pussy can't quench the flames. He turns me over and hold me, kisses me, tells me he's proud of me. When I calm a bit, he sets me on the floor. He unlocks my belt but warns that it will go right back one once he finishes. My pussy will not be free until tomorrow. If I touch myself he will add another day. I nod and babble my understand. 

Then, he kneels behind me. Slowly he enters my anus, allowing my body time to adjust. Please. Please, I beg. Please let me cum. He allows this. He pushes in deep, hard and says, Yes, you may cum as often as you like. With his words, I explode. Color erupts behind my eyes and I am nothing but a body. He moves, fucking me. First hard, then slowly. Then hard again. The contrast makes me crazy and again I am crying. I hear someone's voice and realize it's my own moans. He touches no other part of me. All nerves end in my bottom. I feel his movements speed and then, then he cums. He graces me with his blessing and I cry out in joy. After, he holds me again, kisses me, then carefully locks me back into chastity. Tomorrow, after all, is another day.

Spring Rules

As the seasons change, so do my rules. I write down what I'd like to see, He writes down what He'd like to see and then we agree on ten for me and ten for Him. Once that is done, The Rules are posted in our bedroom. Each  morning and night I read them aloud and they are strictly followed. If I disregard any without express prior permission, I am severely punished - as I should be since I agreed to all of them! I love this switch up since it keeps my rules fresh and vibrant and I know it's for only a four month period and then they can be altered, but until that time, I must adhere to them. HE is merciless if they are broken which I need. I need Him to be consistent and strict. In doing so, I feel free to explore without fear of repercussions. Here's the Rule List I've been following since March 21.

She will:

1.  Wear an anal plug of His choosing whenever wearing Jeans during the day.
2.  Wear an anal plug of His choosing whenever wearing sleep pants to bed.
3.  Practice Yoga three times a week minimum.
4.  Prepare dinner a minimum of four nights a week.
5.  Suck on His cock whenever directed to do so, but a minimum of once a day.
6.  Give him a massage at least once a week.
7.  Wear only approved lingerie.
8.  Wear a mark of her submission (bracelet, plug, necklace, or ring) at all times.
9.  Never deny Him the use of her body for His pleasure or the pleasure of His surrogate.
10.  Accept His right to complete His Rules without complaint and with grace.

He will:

1.  Enforce a Maintenance day a minimum of once a week.
2.  Give her His cock to pleasure with a hole of His choice once a day or more.
3.  Administer a minimum of ten spankings each day. If He is unable to do so, he will assign a surrogate to do so for Him.
4.  Train her to accept and enjoy His use of her anus.
5.  Clean the kitchen after she has cooked and served the meals.
6.  Purchase her lingerie.
7.  Make use of her body for His pleasure or that of His surrogate no less than three times a week.
8.  Administer punishments without anger but with strictness and fairness.
9.  Exercise at least three times a week.
10. require an 8 hours minimum of  weekly Maintenance. He will inform her of the Maintenance Day Expectations on the selected day, not before. She will not be informed of when MD will be until the morning of.



Yes, it's been a lovely spring. Summer will soon be here, though, and He has suggested that I ask for opinions regarding our new Summer rules. So, opinions? Please comment.

Spring Break - 7th day

Today marks the 7th day of our Spring Break. Today, I may speak freely. Looking back to Day 1 and then thinking of how I felt this morning when I woke up, I am amazed (as always) by my transformation. When we first arrived I was tense, angry, hesitant, overwhelmed with the stress and worry of various tasks. Now, I feel lighter - not only because I'm sure I've lost a bit of weight but emotionally and spiritually lighter. Yes, I have lost weight due to the fact that I am now getting daily exercise simply by gathering water, herbs, daily walks through the woods, gathering wood for the fire. We are also eating very healthy - natural food, fresh fish, gathered berries and herbs. My digestive system rebelled at this new diet for several days, but now, I feel wonderful.
I told J how I felt and he is pleased. This new attitude happened must faster than last year. My focus is now on simple pleasures - both giving and receiving. As proof of this, let me detail yesterday's events.

We awoke with the sun - no need for clocks here. Since the weather is lovely I relieved myself outside as did J. I poked the fire to life and began boiling water for tea and oatmeal. Once this was prepared, I set the table and served J. While he ate I sat at his feet and began our morning ritual of cock worship. Gently, I cupped his balls and kissed them. Then I ran my tongue up his cock, circling the tip. I heard his spoon clicking against the bowl of oatmeal as I took his manhood into my mouth. He moaned slightly and this sound warmed my body with pleasure. I continued to ease my mouth up and down his length until he finished his meal. Then, he shifted to the side. This is my cue to that he is ready for me to suck in earnest. He placed his hand on my head and guides me. I swallow him as deeply as I can, making sure to fondle his balls. He pushes my head down, my lips meet the base of his cock, and he feeds me his milk. This is the first nourishment I receive each morning. Only after I have ingested this will I eat my oatmeal and drink my tea.

I put the cabin to rights while J goes fishing. Again, this ritual is observed daily. If the cabin is not put in order by the time he returns - which is tricky since the length of time he is gone varies - I am disciplined. This happened the first four days but now I am much more efficient. He came in with two fish, cleaned and ready to be placed in the cool spring water bucket to keep them fresh until dinner time. J inspects the cabin and smiles approvingly. He pulls out the chair and I take my place over his lap. This is my morning spanking - not a discipline, but a ritual. It took me three days before I learned to look forward to this, but now I get wet while cleaning up the cabin, knowing his hand will soon be warming my backside. I brace my hands on the floor and he begins. At first he gently warms up my skin with a series of twenty or more swats to each cheek. I do not count out loud, but in my head. During this stage if he says "Number" I must answer correctly or this daily spanking will become disciplinary.  Then, the real spanking begins. I must break free of myself and this is how J does that. He spanks me until I cry - not cry out - but weep. Then, he rubs my bottom, carries me the bed and makes love to me - gently, carefully. Yesterday, I came as soon as he entered me. I lost count of the number of times he made me cum. Finally, he again finds his pleasure and came inside of me. Once we recovered, he helped me to my feet, held me tight and then we went to the stream for a bath.  The water is still shockingly cold to my system, but I no longer resist the coldness which eases my bottom. Yesterday, you suggested that I complete my yoga and meditation here, by the stream, while you kept watch over me. I did this and found my center. All anxiety and fear left and I was at peace.

Last night, after dinner, you made love to me again - this time using my anus as ritual requires. You took me from behind, squeezing my nipples until I screamed your name and you filled my bottom with your essence. You decided that you were going to add another element to this nightly ritual. I am to be plugged with a medium sized wooden plug. This I must keep in all night and only after my morning spanking will you release it. Your cum is the lubrication for its entry. I cringed a bit but did not object. I'm past that now. I accept your word and obey without question and am pleased to do so. This morning, the plug was a constant reminder of who I am and what I want. Yes, it is uncomfortable but not painful and I find, amazingly, that I am grateful for it.

Spring Break - The Ritual

We do Spring Break a bit differently. No other people, beaches or alcohol, aside from some lovely red wine. No cars. No electricity. No running water aside from the spring fed stream behind the cabin. We "break" from the world and live for two weeks simply and peacefully and as we choose. I look forward to this each year because I  become centered and confident. The first few days are awful, that I will admit, but after that, I am at peace.

To begin,  Joseph drops me and the supplies off at the cabin. Once everything is unloaded I must strip. I will be nude these two weeks. I beg him not to do this. We are too far into the woods that we own to worry about other people, but still I am embarrassed. To allow me to at least have some clothing tucked away, locked away even, but he is adamant. No. He takes my clothes and drives away. I am to put away the supplies and get a fire going. I am also tasked with drawing a bucket of water from the stream which we will use for cleaning purposes. We have no bathroom, only an old fashioned chamber pot. It will also be my task to empty and clean this in the stream twice daily.

I have just finished my tasks when Joseph hikes back to the tiny cabin. He looks about the small cabin. One bed made up with three quilts, one table, two chairs. A fireplace, one cauldron on a swinging iron "arm", one metal kettle in which to heat water, two cupboards. One cupboard holds household items - two place settings, one cast iron skillet, loose tea, a bag of flour and other staples. Most of our food we will gather. The berries have ripened and fresh herbs are up. The fish are plentiful. If Joseph decides we need anything that is not here and cannot be gathered from the surrounding 5 miles of woods, he will hike to the car and get whatever we need.

The second cupboard holds His supplies. I am not allowed to open this cupboard but I know what it holds - mostly. Rope. carved wooden plugs and dildos, leather belts, wooden paddles, chains, wooden clothespins, leather cuffs and other surprises. Each of these he will use on me for my discipline as well as for his pleasure. Looking at this unlocked cupboard, knowing what it contains, knowing he will use each and every item on me, causes me to tremble.

I hear him on the small porch and turn to look at him. He walks into the cabin, filling the space with his presence and I sink to my knees, shaking. "Begin" he says and I do. I unbuckle his belt, unzip his jeans and free his cock. This is my focus for the next two weeks and Joseph does not believe in giving me time to acclimate. He does not believe in "easing" into this Break. I know this and am happy. I worship his cock, savoring his taste, his feel. I kiss, lick and suck his balls, My hands keep a gentle touch on his shaft. Then, I switch positions, my mouth on his cock and my hands on his balls. This is my place, my job, my only priority. He pushes deep and I gag. He keeps his cock there, deep in my throat, allowing me time to adjust, then he pulls out - just a bit - then back in. He uses my mouth until he's about to cum. It's too soon, though for him to reward me with his taste, so he pulls out and cums on my body. I hate this and he knows it. But this is the beginning and there are traditions to observe so I accept this and sit back on my heels. You tuck yourself back in your jeans. Then, you hold out your hand.

We walk into the woods and gather more firewood. This, we stack outside of the cabin. Your cum has dried on my skin now. It's whiteness crackling on my breasts. You take me to the stream and I whimper. I know just how cold this water is, but this too is part of the ritual. You stand on the bank while I walk into the stream. I was away the sticky cum, the dirt from the city, the pride of modern society. I shiver, my nipples harden and I emerge from the icy water a pure woman, free to please her man, free from societal judgment.

My skin is cold to the touch, but not for long. We go back to the cabin and I stand by the table. You open the cupboard and pull out some rope. You bend me over, my belly flat against the wood, and tie my wrists in place. Already I am beginning to cry, knowing what is to come. I hear it before I feel it. The whoose of the paddle. I cry out - no one can hear - and feel the sting more keenly on my cold skin. Again and again you paddle me until I no longer pull against the ropes. Then, and only then, do you fuck me. Later when I am soft and feminine and totally submissive again, you will make love to me gently, but for now, I need to feel your strength, your power. I need you to dominate and control me. I need strictness and discipline. And you, Dear Sir, you give me what I need. You fuck me mercilessly. You take me and use me. The hardness of the table bites into my hips. My bottom is on fire from your paddle and my pussy is tender from your pounding. Because you came earlier, it takes you quite a while to reach fulfillment again. By the time you cum, my face is as wet as my thighs and I too have reached orgasm not once, not twice,but thrice. You cum inside of me and then kiss my neck, my back. You untie me and I slip to the floor, a puddle at your feet. You let me stay there, gathering my strength again, while you rest in the chair. After a few minutes I crawl to you, kiss each of your jewels and the tip of your cock. I put my cheek on your knee and you caress my hair.

Now, now I feel like I am home.

Understanding Training

I've had it. I'm so done with this. First, I hated the idea of being "trained" anally. But no, HE said it was important. HE said I needed it. Well, fuck this shit! The first two days he did nothing but finger me for a good hour, It hurt, yeah, but in a good way. He lubed me up and first put in one finger. When I adjusted to that, he added a second and the began scissoring. I would lie across his lap as he watched television and just - well - endure. He didn't touch my pussy, despite the wetness dripping onto his jeans. I squirmed and begged, but all that got me was a sharp slap on the ass. For the next two days he inserted a plug. A fairly small one. The first day for one hour, the next for two. Again, he completely ignored my poor pussy and when I started to finger myself He hauled me over his lap and whopped my bottom. Today, the fifth day, he has inserted a much larger plug. Metal this time and egg shaped. I'm so frustrated I fell to my knees and begged him to fuck me. He said no, but did take enough pity on me to fuck my mouth. God I've missed his cock. He came in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. I wanted to worship his cock and balls, kissing, licking, suckling, but no. He just tucked himself back in and helped me to stand. He kissed me and asked if I thought my ass could take his cock now? I said Yes. Anything. Please, just fuck me! He laughed and said if I was good and kept the egg in for three hours without complaint - either verbal or physical - them maybe tomorrow he'd give me relief. But for now, he was enjoying my frustration. I muttered something rude and again, got a spanking for my remark (totally deserved!). Apparently, that counted as a complaint because today, He put the egg in again and told me that I had to wear it all evening. He let me suck him off  and then told me to dress. He was taking me out for dinner. If, and only if, I accepted his plug and his word without wiggling or complaining, if I behaved as a lady should, if I showed proper decorum and gratitude, then, perhaps, when we arrived home, he'd give me relief.

I'm trying, really I am, but this is just so hard. I want him so badly but I need to control myself. Which, if I want to be truthful with myself, is the point of this whole week. Self control. Finally, I understand. Now, we're back home and I'm feeling quite proud of myself. He takes me into the bedroom and tells me to undress him. Then, he lifts my dress and I stand before him, nude and shaking with desire. He bends me over and checks the plug. I almost cum right then. He laughs and says that I've been very good, but I need to keep the plug in until he decides to take it out. He won't tell me when that will be, but warns that when he does, he'll fuck my ass. I'm almost crying, thinking that I'll have to wait even longer for his cock, but he's merciful. He kisses me and lies me on the bed. He presses his masterful cock into my dripping pussy and I cum. Immediately. The fullness in my ass plus his touch are too much for this frustrated sub. I'm terrified he'll pull out and punish me again, but he doesn't. He seems pleased and kisses me while he plunges inside of me fully. He fucks me without restraint, without gentleness and I cum until I'm totally exhausted. Only then do I feel him tense and find his own release. He slowly comes out of me and I look at him, begging with my eyes. He says Yes and I scurry down and lick him clean. He touches my hair, plays with it gently. My pussy is finally sore and my ass is still full.

Now I understand why he has trained me.

Public Display

I am a modest person. I despise dressing in any way at all that is provocative. I'm the one at the party who goes to the farthest corner and sips my drink so that I don't have to speak with people I don't know. I'm quiet and unassuming. My Lord, however, wishes to push my limits (which he SHOULD!) and has taken it upon himself to choose my clothing for me. He likes, very much, to "show off" my body. I hate this, but I love that he is making do it. He has decided that he will now punish me not by spankings - which I love - but by public displays of my body. If I perform well, he will then later reward me with a spanking. To further show my submission to him, he will plug by bottom and tie a cotton rope around my waist and slit which can be used for a leash if He desires, or He may choose to tighten it and keep me in bondage. 

This morning, I put on a bra, which is against his rules. I knew this, but I was not expecting him to come to pick me up today. Still, I disobeyed.  Luckily, I put on a dress - a simple dark blue, tight, t-shirt style. He tied the rope around me and uses it as a leash, hiking up the front of the dress slightly. My cheeks are bright red from humiliation, but he smiles at me and I nod, indicating that I am fine. Now, we are in the town square. I must remove the bra and hand it to him. He stands me in front of a parking meter and tells me to place my hands behind my head. Then, he raises my dress so that my panties, leash and  are breasts are visible to the entire community. 

Luckily (bless the man!) he had me stand still for only a moment. I was able to do as he bid and then he led me by leash, my skirt hiked up to reveal my panties (thank God he let me wear those!) all the way back to the car. He brushed my tears of shame from my face and kissed me, telling me how proud he was of me. I smiled and a warmth of pleasure filled me. I had pleased him. Then, he asked if I were ready for my reward. Giggling a bit, I said I was. And oh, what a lovely reward it was!

Testing.

"Are you comfortable?"
No
"Physically or mentally?"
Physically yes, mentally no.
"Do you plan on disobeying or refusing?"
No.
"Why not?"
Because you request this of me and I want to please you.
"Even if you are embarrassed by the situation?"
yes.
"Why?"
Because my embarrassment will not harm me but this act will please you.

He smiled and i knew i was right. i hate this. i truly hate this. i am humiliated and terrified even though i know everything will turn out just fine. Still, He has never asked me to appear in public like this. True, i will know no one since I will be covered. Still, i've never had my pussy completely bare before, but
He has ordered me to shave and so I did.
He has ordered no underclothing, and so it shall be.
He has ordered that instead of panties, i will have rope tied to remind me of my allegiance to Him, and so i stand still as he adjusts the cotton rope which will serve as both my reminder and my lingerie for the day.

I dress. Professionally. i put on my black suit skirt and jacket. i button the jacket and add a scarf since i am allowed no blouse or bra beneath. The rope presses against the bud between my petals and i almost orgasm, but don't. He owns these and will tell me when i can cum. He sees my struggle and smiles. He pats my bottom and i sigh with pleasure.

"Ready?"
Yes, Sir.

He helps me into the car and we drive to work. i am his personal assistant as well as his pet. i serve Him in any way he desires. Today, however, will be a challenge. He has a meeting with other professors to discuss testing procedures and i will be required to take notes, serve refreshments and hand out documents all while feeling His rope around me. May i pass this test!

Candlelight Train

Due to some odd electrical issue, or perhaps because of a whim of His desires, The train is without electricity tonight. He instructed me to light a candelabra and any other candles to illuminate our quarters. Naturally, I do as He wishes. We eat our dinner, served to us by Maddie, a personal attendant of sorts to My Lord. I am, naturally, completely nude and Maddie's presence causes me to keep my eyes lowered. Despite the hours I spend naked, I am still uncomfortable with my own body in front other anyone other than My Lord. Once we finish dining, My Lord motions to me and I kneel before him, unzipping his trousers and begin to worship his cock. I love doing this and despite hearing Maddie bustling about, clearing the table, I am focused only on My Lord. He wraps his hand in my hair and I look up at him. He has his eyes closed. Both his stomach and his cock happy and content. I feel his hips lift and I swallow his length, working my throat to keep from gagging. He pushed my head down hard, my lips meet his base and I feel the hot cream hit the back of my throat as he grants me his Pleasure.

Once I have cleaned him, I sit back on my heels, head bowed and wait for his next instructions. He offers me a hand and helps me to stand. He indicates that I am to lie on the now cleaned table. Once I am positioned, he secures my hands and ankles with soft ropes, looping them beneath the oaken boards. I can wiggle a bit, but am basically immobilized. Maddie comes then and places four pillar candles on my torso. She lights each one. Every breath I take causes them to move up and and down so I must control my breathing. My Lord kisses me and tells me to be a good girl while he enjoys his scotch.

Five, ten, fifteen minutes pass. I have no idea how long, but I watch the rise and fall of the candles and their flickering flames. The wax has melted to the point where it slowly dribbles down the sides of the candles and pools on my skin. I  hear my Lord tell Maddie to proceed. She lifts one candle and slowly, slowly drips the hot wax onto my skin. The heat scorches, but I control my instinct to twist away, conscious of the remaining three candles. Then, she positions the candle in her hand over by breast and the hot wax runs onto my nipple and down the side of my breast. I bite my lip and turn my head to the side, but remain still. She applies this treatment to the other nipple. Soon, my body is glazed with cooling wax.

She replaces the candle onto my torso. My Lord stands over me, inspecting the designs. He nods to her and she leaves. I hear the door softly click closed.

"Now, my dear, I am going to love your wet pussy with my mouth. You will remain still, for to wiggle about will cause the candles to tumble. You will learn control."

And so I did.

Train Training with Guests

We are on another trip. This time, however, we are also entertaining, which means I must act as hostess to His guests. The man is a long time friend named Bill Fillmore and is companion is Sarah Willy. I will refer to them as Mr. Fillmore and Miss Willy at all time. In addition to our own private train car, my Lord also has several pubic cars on this train. The parlour, dining, and four guest suites divided between two additional cars - a total of five cars on our small train. Milord has employed two maids, one cook, two footmen who serve as valet and waiters.

I offer our guests glasses of wine and wiggle a bit when I sit on the sturdy wooden chair which is to be my perch whenever I am not standing. Milord gives me a warning glance and I blush. This situation is my fault entirely. Before dressing, I voiced concern that the butt plug He had chosen for me to wear might slip during the evening, causing me embarrassment. He paused and agreed. Then, he called for Brad, the valet who usually assists us dress, to come and afix my corset, being sure to tie the laces quite tightly. I opened my mouth to object, but quickly closed it. Brad's presence always humiliated me, especially when my bottom was a bright red from my recent spanking. Nonetheless, milord loved to watch my face blush as Brad dressed me. Once tightly laced, milord motioned for Brad to stand back. I was then told to bend and worship His cock. I could not decide if my face or ass were redder in that moment, but I did not hesitate to do as I was told. Hesitation would only earn me another paddling. As I administered to Milord, I felt a cold steel ball enter my anus. along my tailbone, I also felt cold steel.

A hook. Milord had inserted an anal hook into my bottom. He pulled my hair back firmly and I whimpered. Then, I felt something being tied to my laces. A few moments later, Milord filled my mouth with his seed and I swallowed. He helped me stand and showed me, in the mirror, that the anal hook was own firmly attached to my corset laces - no chance of slippage. I was distinctly uncomfortable between the tightness of the corset, the size of the metal ball in my anus, my freshly spanked bottom and now, the immovable hook attached to my corset.

Milord lifted my chin, looked into my eyes and said, "We will have no squirming, whining or other indication of distress tonight shall we?"
"No, Sir."
"Are you not grateful that I took your concerns to heart, my dear?"
"Yes, I am, Sir. Thank you."

He kissed me gently, patted my bottom and allowed Brad to place the dress over my head and zip it up.


I sipped my own wine and felt a light heat creep up my face. Every move I made, every breath I took caused the hook to react. Milord must have seen this and lifted his glass slightly in my direction, a smirk on his face. Yes, he knew exactly what I was feeling. I smiled back at him, grateful indeed for his attention then turned back to listen as Miss Willy complimented me on my shoes. I hoped that the couple would retire soon, so that I could again focus entirely upon Milord.

Training on the Train

He is quite wealthy, but that is not why I love him. He is elegant, but that is not it either. He is beautiful, but that does not matter. What matters? His love and care for me. His interest in every detail of my life. His intelligence. His firmness. His kindness.

He is the owner and CEO of a private rail car company, catering to the old money. We do, therefore, travel by train. He has told me that he wishes me to accompany him on all of his trips - both business and pleasure. When we are on the train, however, I belong to him. Totally. His private car is decorated beautifully, in a lovely 1950's style but with all modern conveniences carefully concealed. He has decorated everything. He has chosen the furniture, the art, the linens, even my clothing. In keeping with the style, I will  dress in a vintage manner when entertaining his clients. Demure, sweet and always modest. However, in our private car, I will not dress unless specifically instructed to do so. Sometimes he will wish me to wear heels, sometimes a corset, sometimes only pearls. Mostly, though, he prefers me to be nude. He will use my body as he will. I will speak when spoke to only. I will be his humble and loving servant and he my loving and dominant master. I have agreed to all of this, but now I must prove to him that I truly want this.

This trip will be a short one - only three days. This will be a trial run, if you will, to see if this arrangement truly suits us both. I walk into the car and marvel at its beauty. I turn and smile at him. He crosses his arms and gives me a pointed look. A hot blush creeps up my face. My first act was to have been removing my clothing, but already I have made a mistake. I have sighed and run my hand over the furnishings first. I drop my eyes and rush into the bedroom section, removing my dress, bra, panties, stockings and shoes. I neatly fold them and put them away just as he instructed me. They are to be out of the way - out of sight. I come back into the parlour and stand before him. Now, he smiles at me, lifts my chin and kisses me, running his hands up and down my sides, my back, my arms. he deepens the kiss and grasps my nipples. Then he squeezes. I give a little yelp and start to pull away but stop myself. I hear him chuckle a bit and know he has not missed this tiny lapse. I also know he is please I corrected myself. He squeezes harder and I whimper at the pain, but feel my will bend to his, dripping out of my body and forming the honey which coats my pussy and thighs. I begin to tremble and he slowly pulls his mouth away. Keeping hold of my tender nipples, he leads me to the table and tells me to place my hands flat. He adjusts my position to his liking and then tells me to prepare myself for my first correction. I take a deep breath and steady myself. Still, I can't stop myself from crying out with the first sharp strike of the leather slapper. Four slaps - two on each cheek - and I'm already crying. Nonetheless, I am grateful, a feeling which shocks me. Without thinking, turn, drop to the floor and hug his legs, thanking him for his correction. I feel loved, safe, wanted.


Three days later, he holds out his hand and helps me down the steps of our car. He must help me, not only because he is a gentleman, but because I can barely walk on my own. My bottom is red and welted. my thigh muscles strained and shaky, my pussy swollen and tender, my anus still filled with a rather large plug. I wobble a bit on my black pumps and he steadies me. I look up at his soft eyes and smile. I can't wait for the next trip.

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