I am a Master. Nobody gave me that title, but yet I feel that after so many years in the lifestyle, I earned it. A Master has not only ability, skills, and toys to be sure, but has the most important quality, the experience. In my quest to find a good submissive to serve me, I have gone through many candidates. Most have the worst personalities or the worst attitudes. Neither of which I can work with. A true submissive to me, means that they have the true desire to learn, and want to be more than they are. They want to be pushed, their minds expanded, and see how far they can go.
Case in point, my subbie girl named candy. Sweet as candy and just as hard. She needs to be broken, and that is where I come in. Her job is demanding, where she is the boss of many. She comes to me to lay all that responsibility at my feet and let me take the reins. candy is a cute girl, with dark black hair, and unusually tall. When she is not working, she can be found at the gym, toning her body, and almost obsessed with making it hard. Her breasts are enhanced, and she is proud of them. Her ass, you could bounce a quarter off, or so it appears.
In my first interview with her, I put her through her paces. I pushed her mentally, and physically, to see what she has and to determine her tolerance for certain things, one of which was pain. She refused to let me break her down too much. That's good, because the last thing I want is a doormat.
She had been with me for just a few weeks now, and we had seen a lot of each other in that time. Each time we played, I stepped it up a little bit, keeping her off balance, but at the same time building trust in her. Trusting me was what she needed to do and respecting me was a must. I require discipline in my submissive and I am quick to punish if need be. So far, candy had not earned a harsh punishment with me... yet. Today I had something evil in mind and when inspired, I roll with it, building on it and never sure just how it will work out or where it will end up. That is part of the fun in all this for me, the not knowing.
I instructed candy to report to my home at nine-o-clock sharp in the morning. She was there on time. I had also told her to wear something that she cared nothing about anymore, and also bring a bag with new clothes in it for her to wear. She rang my doorbell, precisely on time. I left the door unlocked.
"Enter!" She came in and closed the door. She had already been trained to strip herself of clothes, come to me where I sit, and kneel at my feet. "Stop," I told her. "Come to me but keep your clothes on." She quickly moved her way across the room and knelt at my feet. I was sitting in my favorite chair and rose to stand so far above her. I told her to rise so I could inspect her. She did, and I could get a good look at what she was wearing. It was a hideous green shirt that looked like it had paint splattered on it, and the collar on it was faded and torn in places.
She also wore white shorts that had holes in them, and more paint spots on them as well. These clothes were ready for the trash, for sure. Good. "candy, you have done well serving me so far. Today I am ready to test you in another way. Have you ever heard of Chinese water torture?" "No, Sir. I have not, Sir," she replied, with a little hint of fear in her voice. I told her that long ago, people were tortured by having water dripped on their foreheads. I had something in mind that would be far more interesting, I thought.
