I got the idea from two sources, but not at the same time. I studied psychology in school for a bit, so I was familiar with the case of Pavlov's dog.
The other source of the idea came from a television commercial. You could train your dog not with verbal commands but with sounds from a "clicker", a small hand-held device that makes a sharp clicking sound when a button is pressed. It's just a piece of spring steel in a pretty plastic case, and you can find them online for less than ten dollars.
The background of my dilemma first. My wife of 7 years is also my submissive of ten years and my sex slave of eight. I've always had a dominant personality, and when we were comfortable enough with each other we discussed the topics of submission, dominance, sex slavery, etc. As luck would have it, she was a natural submissive and had been for most of her adult life, but just didn't know it as a way of life. I had been a dominant in previous relationships, but like her never knew it as a way of life.
I collared her one evening after laying down some ground rules, and a year later made her my wife as well. Things have gone well, and our sex life has taken many (wicked) twists and turns. We've experimented with three-ways, four-ways and other ways, and have always had fun and made some great friends.
When collared, my slave attends to my wants and desires just as she has been trained. She has, over the past several years gone from an oral sex prude to the reigning queen of giving the most fantastic blowjob a man could ever want. I've trained her to deep throat which, if I may brag, is no easy task with me.
Despite the fact that this sounds like heaven, I'm always one for finding room for improvement in anything. So I"m watching a show about training dogs with a clicker, and thinking...
As we bedded down for the evening a few months ago, I reached above the headboard and retrieved the collar that hangs from the wall. I transformed my dear, sweet wife into my sex slave by wrapping the collar around her neck and fastening the buckle.
"Say it!" I commanded.
"I am a slave. I exist solely for the pleasure of others. How may I please you, Master?"
I told her that she was to receive training that night, and she replied with the obligatory "Yes, Master".
As any man who has ever gotten a blowjob will know, timing is just as crucial as physical placement and manipulation of the mouth. Bad timing will turn the best blowjob into a bad one.
My slave has all the best techniques, from sucking hard to just opening wide and letting me fuck her "cunt" and everything inbetween. Yes, she does not have a mouth anymore. She has a front pussy, a back pussy and a cunt.
The only issue I have is that sometimes being sucked is perfect, and sometimes just having her open her cunt wide and taking my 10" cock down her throat is exactly what I want. Call me fickle, but the desire for one or the other can change quickly and often. She is good, but not a mind reader. So often I would command her to "suck!" or "fuck!" me with her cunt during the course of giving head. Not that this isn't difficult. It just breaks my concentration a bit.
Enter the clicker!
I showed her my new toy, and instructed her that one click meant for her to suck and upon hearing two clicks she was to open wide and fuck her cunt with my cock. It took a few sessions for her to get this down pat, but after she fully complied it brought getting head to a whole new level. As you can imagine, laying back and having to do nothing but push a button to get what you want... I want to say "Damn, the future is here!"
So I trained her over a period of several weeks, and she gradually got accustomed to the clicker. I don't have to collar her to get a blowjob, never have. Just puts her in the right frame of mind for training and punishment purposes. Now I can just be laying in bed with the clicker stashed away in my closed hand (it has a strap that goes around a finger to keep you from dropping it) and with one click she is up and sucking.
The fun really started when I invited one of our friends, Josh, over for some late night fun last week. I had told him about our training and use of the clicker.
As is customary, he came over and I had instructed her to "collar up". She knew that this meant she was going to be used that night and came into the living room dressed as the part of a slut and collared as a slave. She knelt down at my feet and placed her hands behind her back, just as she has been trained.
"Say it!"
"I am a slave. I exist solely for the pleasure of others. How may I please you, Master?"
Without saying a word, I handed our friend the clicker and he wasted no time in trying it out.
CLICK!!
She immediately scooted in front Josh, took his semi-erect cock out of his shorts and began sucking in earnest. After two minutes of this, Josh squeezed the clicker.
CLICK CLICK!!
