Every month or so, a bunch of us long-time friends get together with some new acquaintances and create some new relationships. It's fun, and you meet interesting people. Lisa was one of those interesting people working outside the box. Asian, thirty-something, very attractive, extremely self-confident, but emotionally remote and a little on the sarcastic side, she was one of the younger members of our social group. She was very open about what she did for a living; off-the-chart unusual, as it was.
"I'm sure you already know that I train men to obey women," she responded with a smirk, when I asked what she was doing for a living these days.
"That's quite the elevator speech," I gagged, stalling for time. My mouth was suddenly dry. "Are you busy?" I managed, trying to sound nonchalant, thinking about what my wife Julia and I had talked about last night.
Julia and I had been playing around in a Dom-sub relationship. I discovered I liked being treated like a sexual object. It started with little things, like having me strip naked and stand beside her while she talked on the phone and absent-mindedly played with my cock. I liked being taken for granted. I liked being a distraction she amused herself with. She liked being sexually dominant. She enjoyed slapping my ass in public, in a playful way of course.
Our Dom-sub relationship had been growing over the past few months. Sometimes out of the blue she would tell me to get naked and make me stiffen my cock for her, or she would instruct me to keep my ass up while I licked her, with my head trapped between her thighs. She liked to swat my ass with a riding crop while I licked her. She said it kept my cock hard. Something did. It was exhilarating, and we wanted to go further with it. We agreed that the slut in me needed expression, and the best way to express that need was to engage in some purposeful training.
We also agreed that she was not the best person to train me. She liked having my cock hard whenever she wanted it, but she just didn't want the hassle of training it. We knew through the rumor mill that Lisa was a dominatrix. So we decided to hire her to help me learn the Dom-sub rules. I thought I was feeling Lisa out about that possibility, so I was taken off-guard when she responded to my casual question with a very directive reply.
"Sit." It was an order, not an invitation. I sat apprehensively on the edge of the chair next to her; suddenly not too sure of what was happening.
"Julia and I already talked and came to a financial arrangement," she explained. Her voice was compelling. "We agreed that you should no longer have a voice in any of this. You are Julia's property. While you are in training we will share ownership of you. You will obey me as though I were Julia, understood?"
"Uh, yes, ... I mean, I'll do it. Go ahead." I was barely coherent. The impact of our decision to actualize our fantasy was suddenly 'in my face', or more accurately, 'had me by the balls.' What did share ownership mean? Lisa continued in a matter-of-fact voice.
"From now on, if there are women in the room, you will not sit unless you are told, understood?"
I felt stunned. I bobbed my head yes, trying to process what was happening. Lisa was obviously on the job. My wife had already hired her to train me and this was the beginning. Somehow my not being consulted made Lisa's initiative more outrageous, more forbidden, more exciting.
"Stand up." Lisa ordered, and then frowned. I stood awkwardly in front of her, ready to correct my behavior, but uncertain of what to do next.
"Stand Straighter!" Her voice was sharper, demanding. I pulled my shoulders back and sucked in my stomach. I stood at attention with my hands at my sides. Lisa took her time inspecting me.
"Good. You will learn to stay erect," she smiled at her pun. "You have your first task. Julia will be watching to make sure you do as you have been instructed." She leaned forward slightly. "Look at me." I stared into her face, mesmerized. Her scent was intoxicating, like some combination of sex and cinnamon.
"Understand that you may not sit unless your wife allows you. You may ask to sit, but you will wait for permission. Julia will give you an address. Meet me at that address tomorrow at 6:00pm. Be on time."
I nodded my head in agreement but I was more aware of my growing erection, now at Lisa's eye level.
Lisa saw the obvious bulge in my pants. She enjoyed my embarrassment. She smiled and traced the outline of my erection through my pants with a slender index finger. I was rooted to the spot, suddenly very excited, unsure of what to do but committed to doing it.
"Yes," she purred. "I see you agree with my methods." Her fingers felt my erection through the fabric of my pants. They moved up and down the length of my cock as she spoke, enticing it, encouraging it to respond - training it.
"From now on I prefer that you grunt your assent after I dictate your behavior. There will be no need to talk unless you are asked a question, understand?" Her voice was low and sexy.
I grunted.
"Your training name will be Slut, with a capital S, because that's exactly what I think you will turn out to be." She continued to stroke the outline of my hard cock through the thin fabric of my pants. Julia had put away all of my underwear weeks ago, so it felt like my cock was in her hand.
"You will call me Miss, when you are allowed to speak."
I grunted. My cock twitched involuntarily against her fingers. She laughed and stopped touching me.
"Go mingle Slut. I'll see you tomorrow." Lisa smiled and nodded at Julia as she left.
I wandered over to where my wife was talking with friends and sat down beside her. I needed to talk about what had just happened. And I needed to hide the boner Lisa had created. Instead of engaging in a conversation, Julia stared at me in that way she had of letting me know I had done something wrong.
Julia smiled and said, "Honey, get me another drink please."
I stood up and was ready to walk to the bar when it suddenly occurred to me why Julia was giving me the snake-eye. I glanced at her and saw more voiceless communication going on. Julia's look acknowledged that she knew I had just realized my error.
I brought the drinks back and stood beside her. She accepted her martini and continued her conversation without looking at me. Her friends were all women and no one invited me to sit, so I stood awkwardly beside my wife, trying to hide the semi-erection that would not go away, and sipping my drink, wondering how long she was going to keep me standing. I understood the psychology of what was happening; sit down, stand up, don't sit unless you're allowed. These little indignities were designed to maneuver me into compliance with something bigger, later. It was working.
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"Take all your clothes off and pile everything neatly on the chair behind the door."
I remember thinking; she's not asking if I want to or not. She is telling me what to do. I stripped my clothes off and put them away. Clearly, the message was that I would not need them here. I stood naked in front of my trainer, waiting for instructions.
"You will wear this."
I stared at the strip of leather. It had a line of metal studs along its length and a snap-on fastener at one end. I wasn't even sure what it was.
"It's a snap-on cock ring," she said, noticing my confusion. She raised one eyebrow and said, "It will be a constant reminder that your cock belongs to me now. If I see you without it, I will punish you."
I took the cock ring dangling from her fingers and tentatively snapped it around my genitals. The ring was about half an inch thick. It made my cock and balls jut forward on display. I wondered what my punishment would be if I disobeyed her.
"Hands behind your back at all times unless I tell you otherwise." Her voice was quiet but authoritative.
I clasped my hands behind me. I was hyper conscious of my growing erection in front of Lisa. She stared at my stiffening cock and smiled.
"Good." She reached out and cupped my balls in her palm. I felt my cock grow.
Lisa circled my balls with her thumb and forefinger, pulling them down and away from my cock, now completely erect. She extended a manicured finger and traced the stiff shaft with her fingernail. I sucked in my breath and watched my cock stretch even more. Lisa smiled.
"I like my cocks as hard as possible," she purred. Her talon traced a line of fire from the base of my cock to its tip. It felt exquisite. My cock responded to Lisa better than it did to me.
"Your wife hired me to teach you obedience. You will do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. Your consent is not necessary. Grunt if you understand."
I grunted. Lisa held my balls firmly down with one hand and began petting my stiff cock with her other hand as she spoke. She never actually wrapped her fingers around it. Her fingers glided slowly back and forth along the top and bottom length of my cock, making just enough contact to hold every conscious thought I had in suspension.
"You are five minutes late Slut, " she said quietly. From now on you will remove all of your clothes when you arrive and put on the cock ring hanging next to the hall mirror. After today I will not acknowledge you until you are naked and collared."
She turned and walked away. She was wearing a short, backless dress. The hemline barely covered her ass. I watched her round, firm buttocks fighting to escape the skin-tight fabric as she walked. Her high heels clicked in the silence. She carried a black leather riding crop.
"Follow me into the next room when you have nothing on but your collar," she tossed over her shoulder. "Be quick Slut, you have already shown yourself unable to follow simple instructions. Do not demonstrate your tardiness too."
Somehow being addressed as Slut made it easier for me to assume the role. My cock was rigid in spite of my apprehension. On display, I padded across the carpet into the adjoining room. Lisa was seated on a couch, legs crossed, thighs exposed. The hem of her skirt rode up to her crotch. She smiled as I walked into the room. The riding crop lay across her lap.
"Crawl." Just one word, but I lowered myself to the floor and crawled to her on my hands and knees. As I approached her, Lisa uncrossed her legs and placed one high-heeled shoe tip against my forehead.
"What is your name?" she asked rhetorically.
"My name is Slut, Miss."
"Turn around Slut. Put your face on the floor, raise your ass as high as you can and spread you legs apart."
I turned away from her and did as I was told. I felt her heels pressing on my buttocks as she crossed her ankles and rested her feet on my upturned ass. Using me as her footstool, Lisa continued.
