"Twenty-one ways to Train a College Slave: A Manifesto and Lesson Plan"
This is a follow up to my previous posting, "Breaking Cathy." Please read that first, if possible.
Originally shared with my friend dee, this is my "Manifesto" about my loving domination of willing women. It contains 21 examples of games I played with the slaves I trained in college.
This is just one man's experience, drawn from a decade of play with women who want to be controlled, who love to take on the role of the submissive, and who want to learn to best serve their affectionate but strict Master.
Enjoy! Comment! I love to hear from readers.
This begins as a response to dee asking me what types of things I would ask my subs to do back when I was training them when we were college students:
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dee, it's been fun remembering cathy, her friends, and other girls from those days when I started training.
Before I began training them, I always talked to girls about what I wanted and expected from them.
I always told them they were free to leave. They always knew what they were getting into. And I didn't touch them til their second visit, unless, like cathy, they aggressively initiated the contact.
Before we began, I always told cathy, her friends, and other girls the truth: that I love women very much, and that I love erotic play very much.
I said that I liked to play certain types of sex games with willing girls. I told them that I liked to teach women how to play these sex games.
If they would like to try playing with me, that was great. If not, that's great too, and I'll see you around campus. Bye.
No one ever said "no" initially.
If they were still interested, I told them more.
I told them they always had to address me as Sir or Master. They could never use my name. I told them that this was so they learned that she and I were not in an equal relationship. I would be like their "boss," only with much more power over them than any boss had ever had. I would be their Master, and they were to be my slave. I would possess them completely, in all aspects. I would possess their bodies. And, equally importantly, I would possess their minds.
They had to do everything I asked them. They had to do it without hesitation and with maximum respect toward me. That was a very, very important rule.
I always emphasized that I respected them. I explained to them what I explained to you when we first started communicating: I love women. I am not out to abuse them, hurt them, humiliate them, or damage them physically or psychologically. If that's what a girl wants, she should leave immediately.
My purpose is to have a huge amount of fun, in a certain kind of relationship in which the power is unequal. I am the completely powerful teacher, and they are the completely submissive student. I want maximum sexual pleasure for both of us.
Ultimately, her pleasure is as important as mine.
I repeated this often to the girls, dee. I told them that I loved being with women, that I had very many friends who were girls, that I do not want to injure or abuse women like some men do.
Some guys seem to have some kind of grievance against an ex-girlfriend or their mother, so they go hurt women or prostitutes as revenge.
I am not that kind of guy. I was simply there to enter a relationship in which they will be submissive to me and my desires, and cede control of themselves (especially sexually) to me. If they don't enjoy it a great deal, they were always free to exit.
After explaining this, I asked them to leave and go think about it. If they decided to go ahead with our playtime, well, they should come back as soon as they'd like.
They all came back, dee.
One girl said that she knew right away that she wanted to go ahead with it, but she wanted to wait 24 hours so she didn't seem overly eager.
She told me that she was so aroused that she masturbated six times during that 24 hours. When she woke up. When she went to bed. Before class. After class. Before basketball practice. After basketball practice. She was a girl who had to be taught to control her impulses. But oh so much fun to train, dee.
Usually, depending on what time of day it was or how busy I was with sports or work or other activities, I would tell them that if they decided to come back, they should return wearing no underwear. They should enjoy that feeling of being in public, walking to my dorm very slowly, knowing that guys (and girls) were watching them and noticing. That would let them know that I was serious and give them a quick reality check about what they were getting into.
I always praised these girls, dee. Even cathy, who was spoiled, self-indulgent, and completely undisciplined, had positive features. I was sure to compliment her often about her dazzling face and yummy body, her sexy laugh, the cute dimples in her ass, the way she shook when I took her from behind, her sweet love of her grandma and baby polar bears, the nice goosebumps that surfaced on her shoulders and back when she was spanked, and the way her nipples turned so hard and so bright pink when she came. And of course, I praised her obedience as she became tamer.
Some of my other slaves were easier to praise. They were often smart, sexy, funny, clever,
compassionate, talented women. I was fortunate.
My college had many truly remarkable women. I told them that they were wonderful in many ways, and I told them in great detail why that was true, and I urged them never to forget all their positive features. In every single case, they became more confident and self-assured after my training. This was true partly because they viewed themselves more positively after hearing my praise. And partly they became mentally and often physically stronger, having tested their limits and come to understand their own minds and preferences and desire much more than they had.
Once we began playing, I also praised them for their exquisite faces, bodies, and voices, their physical beauty, their hungry mouths, their eagerness to serve and their growing skill at doing so, their superb discipline, and their complete—even fanatical—devotion to being my sexual property.
I was demanding. Some dominant guys just ask their women to get them off whenever they want it. That's fine, if that's what they want, but dull and not my thing. "Give me head when I get home." Then they watch TV, have a snack, and fall asleep on the couch. What's the point?
I want full control of their beautiful minds. I am, therefore, very demanding. In every email I send you, dee, I ask you do things for me. When you do fulfill my demands, it is great. You are a natural, very skilled, and sexy and beautiful in almost infinite ways. You have become much more in touch with your desires, your fantasies, and your talents, and you have learned so much. I know you understand what I mean.
Were you truly my slave, however, such demands would never stop. And if they were not fulfilled, punishment would result, so that you could improve. I hinted at this process early in our correspondence, so refer to that if you wish to remind yourself of examples of what I do when necessary. I remember, for example, tearing open your pretty new blouse as your head hung over the desk in my office and fucking the insolence from your lovely, still innocent mouth.
You asked earlier about the types of perverse things I would do to these girls. You asked me what I have demanded my slaves like cathy, terry, and lonnie to do. Here are some examples. Some of them I've asked you to do, and you've done them very well. (You are, as you know, extremely sexy. I say it often but I like to tell you and it is absolutely true. I hope you enjoy knowing that.)