This story is fictitious and no characters in the story are based on any real person, living or deceased. The activities described in this story are neither condoned nor recommended by the author.
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The Training of Ellie-Mae
I looked down at Ellie-Mae as she knelt on my door mat, her gaze focused downwards in the traditional manner of a sub. My thoughts went back over the past years, of the subs I had trained, the events leading to me giving up the lifestyle. Yet does one ever really give the lifestyle up, I wondered. Ellie-Mae, who I had caned severely a few weeks ago, was now offering herself as my sub. Did she have any idea what this would entail, I mused. When I caned her the first time I met her, she looked gorgeous. If Sue hadn't been there I'm sure my cock would have ended up implanted deeply inside her instead of my cane raising welts on her intimate parts. Did I want this responsibility, the constrictions that taking her on as a sub or slave would entail? Since leaving the lifestyle and selling my house with its dungeon, I had relationships with a large number of women while remaining uncommitted and free. Did I want this commitment?
During the several minutes that these thoughts ran through my head, Ellie-Mae remained stationary and silent, head down, the picture of a well-trained sub. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard, I thought hopefully.
"Does your mother know that you're here?" I asked at length.
"Yes, Sir."
"And does she approve?"
"Yes, Sir, she thinks it will be good for me. So do I, Sir."
I sighed inwardly, resolving to at least give it a try.
"OK, come inside then, Ellie-Mae."
She stood and picked up her small bag, carrying it as she followed me into the house, keeping her eyes cast down and standing in the lounge, waiting to be invited to sit or kneel.
"For this evening, while we discuss this relationship, I would like you to sit rather than kneel. So please sit down and you have permission to look me in the eye. You are not my slave or sub yet, simply the daughter of a friend who is interested in the strange lifestyle that her mother and I used to enjoy."
She sat on the sofa which had so recently been the scene of her caning. She appeared to be quite comfortable sitting, which pleased me.
"Tell me how this came about please," I asked.
"Well, after you caned me last time I really, really hated both you and Mom. But then after a few days when the pain had dissipated a bit, I got to thinking and taking an objective look at myself, assuming such a thing is possible. I realized how I had mistreated my parents and I sincerely apologized to them for that and tried very hard to make it up to them. I also realized that I had enjoyed the caning, not at the time but afterwards. I felt that I had mastered my fear of pain, that I was more in control of myself, that I had greater self-esteem than I had before. It's crazy, I know, that when you get beaten you gain in self-esteem, but that was how it was for me. Then I would wake in the night, horny as hell, dreaming of being caned again. I also dreamed that you would fuck me, not sweetly and gently as my boyfriends do, but hard, roughly, and without any care for my feelings. I came several times fingering myself as I lived that fantasy in my mind.
"After a while my boyfriends seemed impotent compared with the image I had of you and so I dropped them. I found I worked harder at college and passed all my exams, topping most of my classes much to my lecturers' surprise. They asked how I managed to pull myself together so quickly, but of course I couldn't tell them the real reason, so I just mumbled something about will power. I wondered what I should do for the summer vacation and decided that my normal swimming and sunbathing naked on California's nude beaches was old hat. I wanted something new, something challenging. So I talked about it with Mom, who said it was worth a try even though you were no longer into the lifestyle. The worst that could happen would be you could send me home, but I really hope you're not going to do that. So here I am, yours to command."
She dropped her eyes as she finished, resuming the demeanor of a sub.
Can one ever really give up the lifestyle when once they have experienced it? Deep down I could feel a certain something stirring, especially as I thought of her luscious breasts, turgid nipples, her shaved pussy, the tanned globes of her ass criss-crossed by the welts left by the cane, and her erect clit before it was cruelly punished by the final cane stroke.
"I'm not sure what you expect if you're here," I replied slowly, thinking hard whether I wanted to encourage or discourage her. "If you do stay you will be fucked, hard and often, you will be caned, whipped, restrained and given many painful torments. You will scream in agony and in pleasure, sob in pain and sheer utter relief. I will expect you to give yourself to me willingly every time I ask and to do whatever I ask no matter how painful or demeaning. I will also take care of you. Ensure that you are safe at all times and will never do anything that you truly do not wish to do. So if you choose to stay, we will negotiate some hard limits, things which are completely off limits for you, and also you will have a safe word, a word you can use if you absolutely, desperately need me to stop what I'm doing."
She took all that in silently and without comment.
"You may speak, and ask any questions you may have," I added.
"Thank you, Sir, I have no questions. I accept what you have proposed, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
I must confess I had expected her to have run for the door long before this, yet she was still here, acting the part of the sub, quite calmly accepting several weeks of what many people would think of as hell.
"You're sure that you completely accept all that I've said so far?"
"Yes, Sir."
"OK, so hard limits, what would you include in this category? What would you absolutely not do?"
"I don't know, Sir."
Of course, I thought, how could she know when she hadn't experienced the lifestyle?
"OK, let's take it as it comes. Before we do anything I will tell you in detail what we'll be doing and you can then tell me if there is anything in that which you really will not do. Are you agreeable to that?"
"Yes, Sir, that sounds very fair. Thank you, Sir."
"So first off, during the time that you're here you will remain naked unless I tell you to wear some clothes. If I do order you to wear clothes, I will specify what you will wear. We will go shopping for some clothes and you will wear them whenever and wherever I tell you. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir."
