Chapter 4: Training
On Sunday morning I woke to feel your wet tongue in my ear. My erection grew swiftly with the erotic sensations of you licking, nibbling and kissing it. In my half-dreaming state, I remembered the sensation of your fingers deep inside me and groaned. Suddenly your sharp teeth bit hard on my earlobe, shocking me wide awake, and I heard your eager voice close to me. "Wake up, boy! I'm going to have some fun today."
You removed my blindfold and I could see that you must have been up for a while already. You were dressed quite differently from yesterday. My cock sprang to attention at the sight of you. A tight black corset forced your tremendous boobs upwards so your nipples peeped over the top. A black G-string barely covered your pussy. Suspenders held up sheer black stockings that descended into knee-length high-heeled leather boots. In your hand you held a wicked-looking riding crop. I took one look at it and decided that I had better not give you even the smallest reason to use it on me.
My backside felt much better, still a slight tingling, but nothing worse. I was looking forward to the first day of my training and the sight of you made me more excited than apprehensive. You released my wrists and ankles and helped me to my feet. Although I was physically free from my bonds now, the sight of that crop at your side banished any ideas that I might have had of misbehaving or trying to take back control. "Go shave and use the bathroom if you need to; then your training begins," you ordered. I obeyed.
When I returned to the bedroom you were waiting for me. "OK, let's teach you your morning routine," you said, "Pay careful attention to what you have to do. First of all, I like my slaves to be in good shape to serve me and you are looking a bit out of condition. Get down and give me fifty push-ups!" you commanded. Now, although my body is naturally slim and fairly athletic looking, I had always carefully avoided unnecessary exercise. My legs are well developed because I do a lot of walking and cycling, but my upper body was decidedly not of the bodybuilder variety. I got down and strained and gritted my teeth but struggle as I might, nine push-ups was the best I could manage "I said fifty" you snapped "You did nine. That's pathetic! You owe me forty-one. That's going to be forty-one strokes of the paddle for you. You had better shape up, because it's going to be the same every day until you can do fifty. I'll give you your punishment later." I breathed an audible sigh of relief that you were not going to beat me now, especially not with that crop. But when would you do it, I wondered? Inwardly, I resolved to do whatever I could to reduce tomorrow's punishment.
"You are all sweaty now; I love the smell of your body, but I think you need to cool off. Get in that shower and give yourself a good scrub down; I like a nice clean boy." You pushed me into the shower and turned on the cold water only, but by now I knew better than to protest or question your actions. I soaped myself and washed as quickly as I could, but made sure to be thorough so that you could find no fault. I stepped out shivering, my cock shrunk to the size of a peanut. You wrapped a large towel round me and patted me dry, then took a bottle of massage oil from the shelf. Skillfully you worked your way down me from head to foot, oiling the whole of my body till every muscle gleamed and shone as if I was a prize horse. The sensation of your hands running over every inch of me, seeming to take possession of me, excited me immeasurably. Before long the ex-peanut was doing its best not to look out of place on a horse either.
Then you secured my hands behind my back again, this time powdering my wrists and using the leather cuffs so that, as you explained to me, I would be able to wear them all day, if you wished. Next you strapped a black leather cock and ball harness onto my now erect member. The forward strap of the harness had a steel ring attached; something I had never seen before. I was puzzling over its purpose, but just then you commanded me to kneel and touch my forehead to the floor. I did so, knowing that in this position my ass was presented to you perfectly. I trembled a little in anticipation of a blow. "Don't be nervous" you reassured me quietly "I'm just going to lube your ass up ready for your first butt plug." This was not such comforting news, but the coaxing tone of your voicing and the fingers gently working the lube into my asshole enabled the muscles around it to relax slowly. The plug felt cold and smooth and shiny, chromed steel I guessed, and my sphincter tightened involuntarily at the first icy touch. But your patient voice and the gentle, insistent pressure helped me relax again and the plug slid slowly further in, opening me wider and wider. Just as I thought my ring could stretch no more, the shoulder of the plug was passed and the contraction of my muscles pulled it quickly the rest of the way in. "Good boy" you said proudly "You did that perfectly." I felt a glow of satisfaction in your approval.
"Now get up." I stood and experienced the unfamiliar but not altogether unpleasant heavy sensation of fullness in my rear. But you didn't give me much time to think about it. Attaching a chain leash to the ring in the cock and ball harness you said "Come on, boy; time for breakfast." I quickly learned the literal truth of that famous saying 'If you've got 'em by the balls their hearts and minds will follow'. You led me into the kitchen and I made sure to keep up. I looked at the table, but it was empty. "There is your breakfast," you said, indicating a dog's bowl on the floor. Look, It's even got your name on, Monty. I got it for you at the pet store specially. Don't I take good care of you?"
