Wherein I demonstrate the importance of rigorous and intentional conditioning of a slave for complete service.
As I explained in the first part of this story, I do not often rely on chastity devices these days to control N's sexual behaviors, though that wasn't always the case as I'll explain shortly. I mostly rely on the "honor system" - by which I mean an intense regimen of profound psycho-sexual imprinting to which I subjected N starting a few weeks after I took ownership of her.
First, a quick reminder. Though I refer to N as "she," N is a submissive, ostensibly heterosexual male with a deep need for sexual submission and humiliation, domestic and sexual service and general kinky needs that dominate her sexual identity and desires. So I refer to N as "she" and "her" only for functional reasons, as women are generally expected to take that role in sexual relationships (though obviously not always). While I don't think of this necessarily as "feminizing" her - and that is not particularly my purpose - it means that the way I address her, many of the ways I think of her, and often what she is required to wear and do, are feminine only because these things were practically developed to increase a person's feelings of sexual objectification, service and subjugation in the first place. For instance, at my home, N's usual outfit consists of a satiny or soft cotton shift that can be easily pulled up when I want to fuck her ass, insert a plug, tease, whip, inspect or display her, etc. So . . . practically and physically functional. But it also serves an important psychological function, as the constant awareness of the availability of her body for sexual use, the feel of the soft material on her skin, her inability to hide her arousal and responses all combine to sensitize her to serving her role as a sexual and domestic submissive. This, combined with a very strict regimen of sexual denial and teasing, keeps her in a constant state of sexual neediness that lends itself to good service, and ultimately a much happier slave N, since this is N's deepest desire.
So the first problem with training a sexually submissive slave is what to do about their weakness to resist self-gratification. I don't think there's anything wrong with masturbation. It's quite normal and natural. But in a sexual and domestic slave like N, it undermines the training, and ultimately undermines her experience of sexual subjugation and total submission. To help her fully live her submissive life, I have used some rather extreme rituals to condition her to permanently surrender this habit to me. For starters, I can always tell when a submissive male has recently cum . . . if they have been in my training. I can sense, and maybe even smell, the changes in sexual need, desire, attentiveness and service when my training is undermined by a clandestine orgasm and the accompanying drop in those hormonal levels I've been carefully cultivating. After the first few weeks, I always immediately know when they have broken "Rule No. 1" of being in my service. And because it is Rule No. 1, and foundational to everything else I do for N, breaking that rule requires a profound conditioning regimen to cement her compliance. For reasons that will become clear shortly, after I implemented Rule No. 1 with N, she has only had two "accidents," and both of those were by design.
The first accident was a mere two days after I had her acknowledge and sign Rule No. 1. I expected this, of course. I came home from a date to find her asleep on the sofa, rather than waiting up to promptly attend to me, as she knows to do when I am out with a lover. When I woke her up, I could tell her submissiveness was low just from her face and the way she looked at me. I had her stand with her legs apart and wrists behind her back and raised the hem of her satin slip, being careful to make the material graze the sensitive head of her cock. After thirty seconds of displaying herself for me, she was only semi-flaccid.
I asked her, "How long did you wait after I left before you broke Rule No. 1?" There was no anger in my voice. Just a factual question with direct eye contact.
The blood drained out of her face and her eyes dropped to the floor.
"I . . . I didn't . . . Ma'am . . . ", she stammered.
"Didn't what?" I asked more sternly. "Break Rule No. 1? I didn't ask whether you did. I already know you did. I asked WHEN you did? And now you've broken Rule No. 2 by not being completely honest with me, as well."
I could see her heart pounding in the arteries of her neck. She stood there silently, legs spread, nightie still held up. And her cock now began to thicken for me. So predictable. I could feel my own pussy fill with moisture at the thought of what was to come next.
This was the night N was introduced to the "rape rack," which was in a basement playroom to which I had not allowed her access before. It is a padded table covered in red leather, a little smaller than a twin bed in width and length, but slightly taller. The top of it is about forty inches from the floor, so that when she is bound to it, her body is positioned for her masters or mistresses to comfortably have access to her. At the top is a rack of galvanized pipes with several bars and connection points for restraints, ropes and cuffs. Around the edge of the table are d-rings spaced every foot or so, all the way around each side and along the foot of it, for a multitude of attachment possibilities. It was built for me a couple years ago by a very handy and cruel gay, male dominant I know from the kink scene. More on him later.
N was visibly shaking as I unlocked the secret playroom and led her inside to see not only the rape rack, but a wall full of whips, restraints, floggers, slappers, paddles, and dozens of anal plugs and dildos of varying sizes, colors, materials and textures that she previously did not know I possessed. Her eyes were immediately drawn to a shelf with my particularly scary looking "punishment cocks" - three dildos of enormous size and girth, with lots of large knobs or ridges around their surface to make sure a slave fully feels every last inch, both going in and sliding out. They are there solely for psychological effect only, so far. Any of the three would leaving her walking funny for days afterward.
I instructed N to strip and lie on her back on the rape rack. I had her cross her wrists over her head and tied them securely in place to the center pipe of the rack. I had her raise her legs up as far as she could until her ankles were over her face, causing her hips to roll up off the table. I positioned a wedge shaped pillow under her lower back to keep her legs and ass up. I then wrapped broad fabric restraints around each of her thighs, right above her knees on each leg. These bands were snuggly fit using velcro, and I tied each one off with rope to the d-rings nearest her shoulders, forcing her thighs far apart and suspending her ankles over her head with her ass cheeks stretched open, and her genitals helplessly displayed. Once her thighs were spread and secured, I tied off her ankles to the upper corners of rack, so her legs were immobilized in a garishly spread fashion. She looked so sexy, panting with nervous anticipation. Her erection had subsided slightly from the fear of what might be coming.
Appropriately restrained, I then gave her a lecture about the importance of Rule No. 1 to her happiness and successful training, and how much it displeases and upsets me if she breaks the rules. As I lectured her, I introduced her for the first time to a chastity cage. It was a small, steel cage with a short urethral insert I had made to order just for her. Once secured, her cock was limited to about an inch of space and could be impaled on the urethral insert, when necessary. The base ring fit snuggly around her balls and caused them to stretch and tighten in a lovely way once the cage was secured.
I continued her lecture. "This room is where you will learn to obey the rules. That means discipline, but it also means punishment. There's an important difference between the two, and it has to do with your state of mind and intentions. Discipline is to help you obey the rules despite your weakness. Punishment is to enforce the rules you break from ill intent. Tonight you broke the two most important rules. Your violation of Rule No. 1, earned you discipline. I know you need help to completely give yourself to me, and I will give you that help beginning tonight. For the next two weeks, you will remain locked in chastity. This does not please me, because I like to see you displayed and ready for me at all times. So I do this only to help you."
"However, you also broke Rule No. 2 by lying to me. And that requires punishment, I'm sorry to say. That is why you are on the rape rack tonight. Will you accept my discipline and my punishment, or would you rather go back to your old life and leave my service forever?" I looked her directly in the eyes.
N began pleading. "Please, Mistress Lauren . . . I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again. I'm so sor . . . "
I cut her off sternly. "Did you hear my question?!"
She hesitated. "Yes, ma'am."
"And . . .?"
