Alice had set out Dan's three days slave training plan on her laptop. She was principal of the local community college, which, in this part of the world, is the term used for a second level school that caters for between one and two thousand thirteen to eighteen year olds. A lot of hormones and a lot of energy to be kept under control. Her planning and scheduling skills were key to keeping the college running with some semblance of order and purpose.
Under Dan's plan, as Alice called it, the objective was clear; Progress Dan from being the standard suburban hubby he was on Wednesday evening towards becoming a compliant, dutiful and useful slave husband to Mary, her best friend, by Sunday morning.
Alice had set out a simple table to record Dan's performance. Down the left side she listed the tasks she wanted him to perform. There were three main headings; Cooking, Cleaning, and Personal care, then sub-headings, then specific activities. Under the Laundry subheading she had listed machine wash, delicates, ironing and storage. You get the drift. It was a comprehensive list directed at achieving practical housekeeping tasks. The very things Mary would want done in her house day after day and week after week.
Which was nothing like Dan's imagined version of the slave training programme. He was hoping to be asked to wash a few intimate items of Alice's underwear by hand and to iron her panties, being sure to get the gusset just right. Then he thought maybe a bit of pretend dusting with him in a sexy maid outfit and waving a feather duster about. She'd ask him to reach a high up spot and he'd have to go up on his tip toes and stretch causing his short black dress to ride up and expose his ass to her gaze. She might take the opportunity to slide her hand up between his legs and tickle his puckered little asshole, and he'd have to gamely carry on dusting.
Against each item on the list Alice had set out her control parameters - the three C's; Compliance, Correction, Control. She would tick 'compliance' when Dan completed the task properly. The correction parameter was for when she needed to correct him. That's discipline to you and me. She would tick that after she disciplined him for still failing at a task. Control was when she made him repeat the task under supervision and he completed it properly. She hoped that she wouldn't have to tick the control and correction parameters too often. Surely, she thought, he'll be capable of getting somethings right straight off.
The final piece of Alice's plan was scheduling. She slotted the tasks she wanted Dan to perform into a timetable. She was long enough in the planning game not to make it too ambitious or too tightly scheduled. She knew Dan might take twice as long on some tasks as she expected. And after his meltdown over this morning's punishment, Dan might have to be placed on the naughty step, or worse, as required. She also accepted that she'd have to sex it up for him every so often too, just to keep his hopes up.
While Dan was performing his morning ablutions in the guest bathroom, Alice reviewed the recording from the overhead camera in the cellar. It was triggered by movement so there wasn't a whole lot to run through. Most of the time Dan was out like a lamb. As she fast forwarded the file, she quickly noticed him playing with the tip of his penis a few times, zoomed in and captured some stills for the record. That could be dealt with easily enough, she thought. She would use one of the two optional snap-on covers that came with the chastity cage kit. One had a single pee hole in it, the other was perforated all over with tiny holes.
Alice was also able to keep an eye on the live feed from the guest bathroom, by having a second window open on her laptop. After admiring the six livid red weals that marked his ass, Dan seemed to be getting on with the job of cleaning himself up for the day.
When Dan stepped out of the bathroom, he found Alice waiting outside. Too much of a coincidence? He glanced back over his shoulder and spotted the blinking red light in the ceiling. Whew, he thought, good job I didn't skip the enema after all. Alice was holding a length of chain that seemed similar to the one fastened to Dan's ankle. This one ended in what looked like a thick, heavy leather belt and the chain extended out into the kitchen.
'Let's get you into your outfit for today, Dan,' said Alice, laying the heavy belt on the floor. 'I want to get plenty of air at your piercings so we'll keep it simple. As she said this, Alice pulled off her own big tee-shirt and stood naked before Dan.
'Here, put this on,' she said, holding out the tee-shirt towards him.
Dan wasn't sure quite what was going on. Alice was standing buck naked in front of him, full on. His eyes had glanced at her neatly trimmed bush before he managed to halt their upward progress and return his gaze to the ground in front of her feet. He feared another punishment. Much as his eyes wanted to feast on her naked body, he continued staring fixedly at the ground. Yet his cock betrayed him, quickly stiffening in its cage, and the cage began to lift and twitch rhythmically.
Alice had spotted the movement of the cage as Dan reached blindly for the tee-shirt and tried to quickly slip it over his head and cover himself. 'What's going on down there Dan?' she teased. 'Is your cock doing push-ups or are you just pleased to see me?'
'Sorry, Head Mistress, but I can't help it.'
'Well you can look, Dan, but remember, you can't touch. At least, not until I say you can touch.'
'Yes, Head Mistress,' said Dan, but he didn't dare to look. Dan's ass was very sore from the beating earlier and the shower hadn't soothed it at all. He had to be very gentle as he patted his striped and reddened buttocks dry. The last thing he wanted was to be told to bend over the punishment chair again. He certainly wasn't going to attempt anything with Alice just now.
It was a measure of how far a journey he had travelled in twelve hours. Up until about nine yesterday evening, Dan was certain that Alice would have wanted him to sweep her off her feet and take her to bed at the first opportunity. He was confident that, in short, Alice was gagging for him. Always had been. Now, just twelve hours later, Alice stood naked in front of him and he was afraid of her. She flaunted her naked body before him and he was scared to look at it, never mind touch it.
While his erection became more uncomfortable as his cock hardened in its shiny steel tube Alice went behind him and drew the heavy belt around his middle and pulled it tight - very tight. He heard the buckle click shut followed by the snap of a padlock that he assumed locked the belt closed and attached it to the new length of chain. Alice told him that it was a longer chain than his night chain and allowed him move all over the house and for a bit outside, as well.
He got a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the back wall of the bathroom as Alice directed him back down the cellar steps. He looked like a slave in Roman times with a tight waisted very short toga. The lower half of his ass cheeks were on view and most of the twitching cock cage could be seen below the bottom of the tee-shirt in front. He clanked down the cellar steps with his ankle chain sliding in front of him while dragging the waist belt chain behind him.
Dan waited obediently for Alice at the bottom of the steps. She had put on another, similar, tee-shirt and was carrying some cleaning stuff; cloths and bleach. She told Dan to hop up on the work bench and lie on his back. Dan very carefully eased himself up onto the table to protect his bruised bottom and gently let himself down onto his back. Alice had him spread his legs. Dan lay still, expecting another spray of disinfectant. Instead, Alice went to the carrier bags on the shelf and came back with a pair of Dan's trainers and some other stuff he couldn't make out. She put the trainers on the ground than stood between his legs and fiddled with the cock cage. Dan heard a metallic scrape and a clunk as Alice said, 'All done. Get up and put on your trainers, Dan, and that will be you dressed for the day.'
Dan got up on his elbows and looked between his legs. The open tip of the cock cage was now covered with a shiny metal dome that was perforated all over like a colander. No more playing with Mr Banana then.
'I would have preferred to keep you penis tip out in the open, Dan. You do know why I have had to seal it in. Don't you?'
'Yes, Head Mistress,' said Dan in a low voice, as he bent to put on his trainers. He hoped there would not be a punishment. Not being able to touch the tip of his dick with his finger was such a little thing really. Yet it had given him great comfort last night. And now that was gone too. Another little freedom stripped away.
'I will have to punish you for playing with yourself, Dan. As a slave, you should know that you always need the permission of your owner to touch yourself in any way down there. I'll come up with a punishment that won't involve caning your ass, you'll be glad to know.
'Yes, Head Mistress. Thank you.'
