Karla peered intensely into the computer screen, willing the image to enlarge. "Make him hard again, Erin."
My wife adjusted the iPad camera so that my semi-erection was front and center on the screen. I moaned. Again? Erin had hardened me three times already and edged me while her coach watched and helped fine-tune her technique.
Karla insisted on observing Erin's skill at controlling my hard-on before she would pronounce us Domme and sub. It was a very BDSM cult-like thing to aspire to, but Erin was interested in claiming her status. So I was on display again, in front of our coach. Karla had more experience training would-be submissives than anyone else we knew. She was part of a network of women that got together every once in awhile to compare notes on how best to elicit desired responses from their men. She was teaching Erin everything she knew, no charge. At least no money changed hands. I had an odd feeling that I might become the currency of choice at some point. She watched my wife jack my cock to its full size once again.
"He's not quite as hard as I would like to see," Karla mused. "But he has good stamina. You have stiffened him three times and deliberately softened his erection twice. That's important. Anyone can make their sub erect, because subs are basically all just sluts that want to be dominated. But it takes a practiced hand to control a cock like you have been doing Erin. Good job!"
Erin blushed as she maxed-out my rigidness capacity. Karla watched as I began panting under Erin's skillful handling. My hands were secured behind me, clipped together in buckle-on wrist restraints. My legs were separated wide, with my ankles shackled to either end of a meter-long "spreader bar," in case I was tempted to interrupt Erin's demonstration. I would, of course never do that, but Karla always liked seeing me immobilized for these on-line instructional sessions. And I liked having my choice removed.
"How long have you kept him waiting?" Karla asked. "Just curious, he sounds like it's been days. He isn't always this vocal, is he?"
"He has been diligent about learning to express himself," Erin replied. "He's not naturally demonstrative, but I like to hear him grunt and moan. And truthfully, I think hearing himself make those noises contributes to that stiff play-stick that you see on display." I glanced down at my cock and considered begging for release. It might work. She might want to show Karla exactly how much control she had over her pet. But she didn't especially like me taking any initiative and the last time I tried to steer her into letting me cum, she had kept my cock locked up for a week as a 'behavioral correction'. I was learning to follow, just as she was learning to lead. I grunted and leaned into her hands.
"At least it certainly appears that he gets off on his own grunts." Erin regarded me thoughtfully and rested her hand idly on my shaft while she considered my behavior. Her fingers slid casually back and forth as she spoke with her coach. She almost seemed to have forgotten me as she chatted with Karla. Almost.
"I'm going to let him cum soon," Erin suddenly announced. "I can feel that he is about at the end of his ability to obey." She grinned and squeezed her pet playfully. "Would you like to watch?" she asked her mentor.
"I'd love to but I have to go out. In fact I'm already late," Karla said, glancing at her phone. "Unless you can make him do it in the next 10 minutes. Also, are you free next Thursday evening? I'm inviting you to bring him to a social gathering of like-minded individuals at my place."
"Oooh! One of the infamous BDSM parties! Sure, we'd be delighted, wouldn't we David?" She squeezed my cock excitedly then resumed sliding her hand up and down the hard shaft a little faster. "Is it a special occasion?"
"Yes it is. Let me explain. The final requirement for a recognized Domme/sub relationship is an escorted showing among peers. That means you take responsibility for him among others of similar status so we can demonstrate how well he has been trained, and of course, so he can see first-hand that he is not the only man in town with submissive cravings. Your coach is allowed to participate to a degree, so I will guide you. All David needs to do is obey. If he can perform well, he'll be accepted into the sub group and you will be acclaimed as his Domme - fait accompli."
"David is what we call a "collared slut," Karla said. "I think you'll agree that there are a few obvious stages of growth following a man's realization that he would be better off being sexually subservient to his female partner, yes?" Karla waited for Erin's nod acknowledging the obvious.
"A man who can accept female dominance and prove it by submitting to being shaved and wearing a cock collar, is known as a 'collared slut' among the sisterhood. In other words he's a sub in the making but has not yet been broken. Sorry, I meant 'set free' you know, to be his true self," Karla grinned.
"Although you have to admit, training them is a little like breaking in a wild horse, isn't it? First you have to gain their trust, then they need to accept a few 'restraints', including a bit. Oh, and of course they have to consent to being controlled, right?" Karla smiled. "Tell me you didn't buy a riding crop the same week David asked to be your sub."
"Same day actually. And he had to beg before I believed him." Erin glanced at me. "Isn't it fun to take them shopping for sex toys that the sales clerk knows beyond a doubt is for him?" Erin patted my face condescendingly. "Poor David, did that girl look too shocked for you when we were shopping for strap-ons? Answer."
"No Ma'am, just embarrassed for me I think." I knew better than to say too much.
"Yes, especially after I had you bend over in a corner of the store to see how the height of the strap-on suited me," Erin grinned.
"Spread," she said. "I want to see your cock." I spread my legs further apart and balanced on the balls of my feet. Her sudden attention stiffened me again.
"Stand still." I stood beside her while she chatted with Karla. Erect, hands behind my back, legs forced apart by the spreader bar, Erin played with her toy.
"David is a good example of a CS," Karla continued. "Even if he doesn't actually wear a cock collar all the time. He doesn't, does he?"
"No," Erin said. "Although now that I've spoken with you, I might have to make an alteration to his wardrobe," my wife drawled. Erin tilted her head to one side inquisitively. "Sisterhood?"
"Yeah, as you know, I am part of a nework of women who have established some level of control over their male partners, all consensual of course. We get together to socialize and share ideas on what works and what doesn't. Naturally we use the occasions to show off our handiwork. After all, part of being dominant is to have your status acknowledged by your peers, right?" Karla's voice took on that demanding edge that I responded to so well.
"We decide what the guys are called, what stage of development they are at, and when they attain the status of 'sub'.
