Before you can control anyone, you must be able to control yourself.
For a while there, I thought Jennifer Kim had gotten under my skin. And I could not let that happen.
A Dom breaking in a new sub simply cannot succumb to his own immediate desires. It takes patience and discipline. You need to be strict, and consistent. It sounds bad, but in many ways it is like training an animal. You need to remain detached. If you start to develop romantic or lustful feelings for the girl, you will fall down a dangerous rabbit hole. In the end, if you cannot control your own emotions, the sub will end up in control of you. And neither of you want that.
I saw Jennifer on campus twice that week, both times in class. Both times she wore the hoop earrings as I had commanded.
I wondered if she wore the earrings everywhere, or just when she knew I would see her. I decided to try to see her some time next when she did not expect to see me, just to check on her.
That would have to wait. On Thursday afternoon, I slipped her a note to meet me at my apartment that night. By this time, she had given up resisting. She knew I had control of her grades, and that I had evidence that could get her expelled. I also had video of her performing sex acts that I could easily send to her parents.
Ostensibly, she was following my orders because of the blackmail. But today I know different. Today I know that by this time, Jennifer had started to become a true submissive slut. She had not realized it yet. In her mind this was completely non-consensual. In her mind she was being coerced. She would continue to feel like that for quite some time. But things were changing.
Thursday night she showed up at my apartment at 8pm, just as I had ordered, wearing the dangly SLUT earrings. She did not speak. She did not say hello. I opened the door and she walked in moping and reluctant, looking at the ground.
Of course she was reluctant. This was the first time I had her alone in my apartment. Before this we had been in the lab room on campus, in the mall, the adult bookstore and my friend Scott's apartment. There was always someone else present, or at least there was the possibility that someone could walk in. But now, now we were truly alone together.
And the thought of what I might do to her here clearly repulsed her.
I did not waste anytime.
"Hello Jennifer." I said "Strip naked and put your clothes on that chair."
I walked into the kitchen, as she stood there, stunned at my dismissive abruptness. I imagined that she stood there for a moment, angry and insulted, and may have even contemplated walking right back out the front door. But instead, she began to disrobe. I did not have to insist. She was beginning to learn her place. Soon, I would not even need to tell her to take her clothes off when she entered my apartment.
"Nadu, in the living room when you are finished." I said from the kitchen.
I put some ice water into a glass, and a pot of water on to boil.
When I came back, she was naked and kneeling on the floor between the coffee table and the television. She sat in a perfect Gorean position, just as I had taught her. Good girl.
I admired her pert breasts and slender Asian figure as I picked up the 36-inch ruler I had set on the table. She sat facing me with her knees spread and I could see that she was continuing to keep her pussy shaved.
Now that was Interesting. I had not told her to keep her pussy shaved, and yet, there it was, completely bald. Something in her had prompted her to shave herself for me. Perhaps it was a conscious decision; maybe she had simply wished to avoid the indignity of being strapped down and shaved again, as she had been by Scott and me before. Or maybe, it was an external representation of what was going on inside of her. A woman's submission is like a blossom that first germinates in the subconscious. Natural subs will often resist, while simultaneously making subtle subservient overtures like this. Maybe she shaved her pubic hair for me as an offering. On a very deep level, she wanted to please me.
She looked toward the ground with a resigned expression on her face.
"Okay slut" I said with some force, and tapped the ruler into my palm "Now I am going to formally begin your training."
She looked up at me as I approached her. I slapped the side of her thigh with the ruler.
"DO NOT look at me!" I said as she winced from the sting of the ruler.
"You may only look at me if I give you permission." I said, "Do you understand, slut?"
She looked down, more resigned than before. "Yes, Sir."
Under strict Gorean rules, she should be addressing me as "Master" but I kind of liked it when she said "Sir", so I allowed it. Besides "Master" always sounded a little pedantic to me. "Sir" was more real.
I proceeded to review the first four or five Gorean positions with her. She already knew Nadu, the kneeling position. Nadu is the Gorean word for "kneel". In this position Jennifer would sit upon her heels with her back and shoulders straight, breasts out, belly in and her head up, though her eyes would remain downcast. Her thighs would be widely spread, and her hands would rest upon thighs, palms upward.
The second position was Bara, also known as Belly Position. When given the order to assume this position, Jennifer had to fall to her stomach, with her face down to the floor and turned to the left. She then had to cross her wrists behind her back and similarly crosses her ankles, with her legs straight.
The third position was Sula, also known as Prone Position. She had to lay upon her back with her hands at her sides, palms upward, and her legs widely spread.
An addition to Sula was Sula-Ki. This is one of my favorites because Jennifer found it especially humiliating. This position is almost identical to Sula position but she had to slowly lift her hips off the floor, as if beckoning me with her pussy, encouraging her sexual use. She had to raise her pussy in the air for my viewing pleasure.
I spent several minutes making Jennifer fumble around naked on the floor as I called out each position, and slapped her with the ruler. The SLUT earrings were jingling in her ears.
"Sula!" I would yell, as she flipped over on her back.
Then "Nadu!" and she would turn over again to get back into kneeling position.
"Bara!" and she bent forward to lay on her belly as I spanked her ass with the ruler and yelled "FASTER Jennifer!"
I spanked her ass with the ruler again, leaving a slight pink stripe, and yelled "Sula!"
She flipped her body over, frantically trying to avoid my cruel spanks.
"WIDER!" I yelled as I slapped the inside of her thigh with the ruler.
She spread her thighs wider.
"Sula-Ki!" I commanded.
She raised her ass and hips off the carpet giving me a wide-open view of her pussy. It was a spectacularly degrading position. I could see that her labia had already started to swell.
This poor little slut was helpless to avoid displaying her desire to me. I smirked down at her. Her eyes closed in shame, and she began to blush. She knew I could see her arousal and there was nothing she could do about it.
I stood above her victoriously. "Get that ass higher!" I laughed as she strained to raise her hips, presenting her swollen pussy to me for my pleasure.
"Well, well, well" I said mockingly as I touched her pussy with the tip of the ruler. "What do we have here?"
