Follow-Up Training

                                            Follow-Up Training

To those of you who have read some of my previous works, you know that I’m a trainer…a trainer of females. Complete submission, body and soul…that’s what I strive for. I no longer seek women out, or advertise for them as I did in my younger days. In those days I saw transforming women into totally submissive sluts as a challenge. Most of them were single, and I delighted in training them and then turning them back out into society…for the good of mankind, shall we say. For the past ten years or so now, women have been brought to me…wives, girlfriends, and subs that are already active in the lifestyle. In those cases, they are brought to me by their Masters…usually to overcome some sort of aversion they developed, or had all along…anal sex, for example, or sucking off a black man…whatever. Out of the dozens of women I’ve trained over the years, there have only been a few failures, but those were women that had too much mental baggage to overcome, and shouldn’t have been in a D/s relationship in the first place.

Sometimes I train for a fee, but it depends. If the man truly needs my help, due to inexperience, say, I will do it just for the pleasure of doing it. If, however, he’s just too lazy to do it himself, I’ll charge for my services. You’d be surprised at how many men just want to drop a woman off on my doorstep, tell me they want her trained, and a few weeks later come pick up their fully-trained slut. That’s okay…it keeps me in beer money.

Then, over time, I began to get phone calls…slave Janey won’t do this, or slave Marie refuses to do that, etc. That bothered me because when they left me, they had been trained to my high standards. I interviewed some of these couples to find out what the problem was, and re-trained the women as necessary. What I discovered in most cases was a lack of commitment, mostly from the males. The women were almost never at fault… I mean, here they were, completely trained with no inhibitions, wanting only guidance from their Dom. Too many men took that for granted, gravitating back into a lazy-ass, vanilla relationship, and as a result their subs became rebellious or even defiant. These women wanted, and needed, attention. Just like a fine Swiss watch, they needed to be wound occasionally.

That brings me to where I am today. I now require that a contract be signed, returning any woman I train back to me every three months for follow-up training…whether she needs it or not. I take pride in my work and won’t tolerate seeing it squandered. These women need to be reminded that they exist for Man’s pleasure…not only by spreading their legs or opening their mouths for cock, but enduring suffering for the man’s pleasure. If their husbands, boyfriends, or Masters wouldn’t do it, then by God I would. If you don’t agree to return your woman to me every three months, so be it…go find yourself some half-assed trainer. I also contacted past couples, offering my follow-up services, and was pleased at the positive response. Four men replied immediately, wanting to bring their women to me for a ‘tune-up’.

Ally was my first returnee…a magnificent specimen of womanhood…that had been a delight to train initially…it had been over a year since I’d seen her. She was a statuesque blond, 5’9’, and 23 years-old now. Ally had loved being trained. Like a lot of women, the fantasy of being an uninhibited slut was a strong one. Being ‘made’ to become just that released her from any guilt associated with being her Master’s whore, and she wallowed in her lust.

Even now, standing in my living room, she exuded a submissive sexuality that men like myself are naturally drawn to. When she glanced up at me, her eyes betrayed her wanton hunger before she cast them downward again. Her husband had dressed her like a whore, as I had requested. She wore  a long-sleeved, white silk blouse…her big, braless, breasts straining at the fabric…her nipples erect. Her tight, black skirt was so short there were several inches of bare, white flesh above the tops of her black, thigh-high, stockings, and she tottered slightly in her black, stiletto, heels. From where she stood, she couldn’t avoid seeing the implements laid out before me on the coffee table…namely, a wide-tipped riding crop, a multi-tailed flogger, and a rattan cane. I intended to test her right here in my living room, naked and unbound. I had the next few days in which to bind her in my playroom and re-train her in earnest. And, if she expected to exchange pleasantries, she would be disappointed.

“Remove your blouse,” I told her. “Drape it over the back of that chair.”

I noted that the nipples of her perfectly round, 38D, breasts now glistened with big, gold rings.

“Remove the skirt.”

She wriggled out of it and placed it on top of the blouse.

“Present yourself.”

Any woman trained by me knew the position well…hands locked behind the head, elbows out at ninety degrees, feet spread a distance of one yard.

She wore a small chain around her waist…tight…just above her hips. Another small chain passed downward, drawn tightly between her hairless labia, passing up through her ass crack and re-attached to the waist chain in the back. I knew what the chain’s purpose was, of course, as it had been my request that she present herself while fitted with a 6”x2” flared butt plug. I was also pleased to see that gold rings, identical to her nipple rings, had been inserted through both labia. Rings in the nipples allowed me to pull the breasts upward and expose the soft undersides for breast discipline. Labia rings allowed me to fully splay the slit, presenting the tender inner flesh and clitoris during cunt discipline. She had also been tattooed since her initial training. Starting from just below her breasts, an ornate, winged dragon had been etched into her belly. The dragon’s clawed feet stretched down and ended on each side of her slit. I saw that when I opened her by her labia rings, it would appear that the dragon’s claws were actually spreading her cunt…I had no doubt that that was the intention.

“Turn, please.”

The butt plug was held in her rectum so tightly that the base was not even visible between her buttocks. I had to spread her cheeks with my thumbs to satisfy myself that it was even there…it was.    The tattoo on her backside was even more impressive. Just above the top of her ass crack was a green and black demon…the back of one. The demon’s horned head was turned to the side, its grotesque mouth revealing pointed teeth and a long, red, forked tongue. It was poised in a humping position, and the huge phallus of the creature snaked down between her buttocks.

“Turn, please,” I repeated, and she turned to face me.

“Have you been a good little slut for your Master Paul?”

She knew she was free to answer once she was addressed.

“I believe so, Sir.”

“Then why do you suppose you are back here?”

“Master Paul said that you and he agreed that my submission should be re-enforced on a regular basis, Sir.”

“And do you believe that your submission requires re-enforcement?”

“It doesn’t matter what I believe, Master J. My purpose is only to serve…you taught me that, Sir.”

I picked up the wide-tipped crop and idly bushed it over the length of her slit.

“If I recall, your Master once expressed an interest in mating you with dogs…have you served him in that capacity?”

“Not yet, Sir. Master Paul is still looking for a properly trained dog for me to mate with.”

“And you will serve the beast without hesitation?”

“Of course, Master J. Master Paul says that all males are my Masters, and that I will serve them all equally…in accordance with your teachings, Master J.”

I smiled. It was true…that is what I taught them. I don’t use dogs during initial training. My job is just to get them to accept the fact that their Master may require such service. I do have access to trained dogs, however, and I have been called upon to provide the specialized training of mating human females to canines. Again, I will touch on aversions. If, as I mentioned earlier, a woman has an aversion to anal sex, I give her a steady diet of it. The technique I use is extreme arousal along with repeated orgasm denial, followed by anal sex. When repeated often enough, she learns how to cum during anal sex. If her aversion is to sucking off a black man, well, its pretty obvious…she’ll suck off nine or ten black dicks a day. In extreme cases, I’ve denied them food…their only source of nourishment being semen. That, combined with whippings, has never failed to do the trick.

As far as ‘regular’ oral sex goes, I’ve never seen a trained subbie yet that didn’t simply adore  sucking her Master’s cock, or one of his choosing, and the honor of ingesting a male’s precious seed. But, should you have a woman that’s perfect in every other aspect, I highly recommend the starvation technique. First, a whipping to remind her of place…then feeding her…all the while emphasizing the nutritional value of male semen. Be forewarned, however, that once she begins to associate swallowing semen with life itself, she may require feedings four or five times a day, which necessitates stamina on the male’s part, as well. I’ve found erectile dysfunction drugs like Viagra to be invaluable during prolonged sessions (days), of feeding therapy.

The same goes for dogs. Many men see breeding their women to animals as the ultimate submission on her part, and I know women whose cunts are reserved solely for dog cock…their Masters using their asses or mouths to ejaculate in. But some women, even well-trained women, have a deep-seated aversion to mating with dogs…even at the risk of displeasing their Masters. Others absolutely love the aspects of humiliation and degradation that being bred to dogs affords them, and are overjoyed to serve their Masters in such a perverse way.

If a man is set on having his sub serve him in that manner but she is reluctant, I’ve found patience to be the key. I begin with a whipping, of course, followed by her fondling the dog’s prick. I have her suck my dick at the same time, planting the seed in her mind that both are, in fact, male pricks. Then I have her put her head on the animal’s belly and gently coax its prick from its sheath. I talk to her all the while, telling her how proud I would be of her if she would decide to serve all male cocks. If she’s a sub at heart, she’ll soon have the dog’s growing erection in her mouth. As her excitement mounts, which it will, I kneel by her head and have her alternate…sucking human prick, sucking dog prick…back and forth…all the while heaping praise on her about how happy she is making me.

The next step is getting her to her knees in preparation to being mounted, but not letting the dog get to her quite yet. I manipulate her clit until she’s about to cum, and then withdraw, over and over. I tell her she’s a bitch in heat, which she can’t deny. I then tell her it’s a bitch’s duty to submit, and by that time, if she’s ever going to willingly do it at all, she’s ready to be mated.

I have, in the past, upon request, force-bred women to dogs. Not something I’m in the habit of doing, but if that’s what the owners want, I can accommodate. One owner wanted his bitch sensory deprived, bound, whipped, and mated. I put earplugs in her ears, an inflated penis gag in her mouth and encased her head in a latex hood. I designed a breeding bench a few years back, and I secured her to it. It forces the female to bend over the end of a waist-high table, with her knees secured to the side legs. The hips are elevated to just the right height for ease of penetration by most large breeds of dog. There is a harness for the head, which when pulled back, forces the chin to jut out and the mouth to open. Again, it was designed to accommodate most large breeds when standing on their hind legs. Once secured to the breeding bench, I inserted a plug into her rectum and I flogged her. I then injected a large amount of lubricant into her cunt. I know for a fact that she had no idea what was coming next…which is the way her owner wanted it. He was filming the whole thing, by the way. I watched her struggle futilely against her bonds when the first of four dogs was brought in and instantly mounted her. After a few errant thrusts the dog found his mark, jamming his prick all the way to the knot…which was too big get in, even though he tried valiantly.

Two dogs fucked the girl mercilessly before her owner removed her butt plug and called for the next animal to be brought in. I’ve often wondered what that must have been like…to be deaf, dumb and blind…bound and whipped…and raped by four dogs…two of them anally.

I’ve since seen the movie her owner made that day…’Hooded Dog Fuck’…parts 1-3. Yes, he brought her back two more times. She wore the hood again in part 2, but her gag was removed. She took a dog vaginally and another anally, servicing the other two with her mouth, sucking them through the breathing hole in the hood. In part 3, she again wore the hood but was not secured to the bench, and she took the dogs willingly and eagerly. I mentioned to her owner that, surely, she had had canine experience prior to this, but he assured me she had not…nor had she expected to.

He’s sent me more movies since then…the girl is now an avid dog fucker. In fact, she lives her life as her owner’s dog, let out of her cage only to be bred. Without her hood she has a young face and a fine body, and she takes all of the dogs as lovers. You’ve probably seen her…I’ve seen her videos on the ‘Net myself. Still, ‘Hooded Dog Fuck’ part l will always be a favorite.

I got carried away…back to the training of reluctant females to canine coupling. I don’t use the bitch speech lightly, because, in their minds, that’s exactly what they’ve just become…bitch’s for breeding…for me. I make them reach back and feel the dog’s prick, explaining how a dog’s knot swells up inside the bitch, in order to keep the semen sealed inside to ensure impregnation. Some women find taking the knot wildly exciting…not just because of its size, but because of its purpose…sealing the dog-sperm inside the bitch’s body. Then I make her guide it into her own cunt. Training a female to submit to a panting, drooling, mindless, thrusting animal…and see her get off on it…is a truly unique experience. But, like most things, not for everybody. I do, however, thoroughly enjoy providing the service.

I smacked each of Ally’s breasts with the crop, causing her to gasp, and whimper softly. I rubbed each red mark with the crop, then smacked each one again…a little harder. She threw her head back and hissed between clenched teeth but kept her breasts thrust out.

“Good girl. Now I wish to give you two more…hard ones…directly on your nipples.” She closed her eyes and her breasts heaved on her chest.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What do you say?”

“Please, Sir,” she whispered.

I used the crop on her entire body…even her armpits and feet…stopping occasionally to draw the leather-covered shaft along her engorged clitoris. I tied strings from her nipple rings to her thumbs, then caressed her breasts with the crop.

“Raise your hands,” I said.

She began whimpering softly, pulling her nipples tautly upward.

“More. You will give me exactly what I want or suffer the consequences.”

I do not tolerate ‘evade and avoid’. She knew I wanted her to completely expose the bottom sides of her breasts to my crop, and she knew I expected her compliance. I had caned her breasts as punishment for a similar infraction during her initial training…she apparently remembered that, too. With a shuddering breath she raised her arms up and back, completely exposing the soft, flawless white skin.

“Do not move. You will take four.”

Her eyes watered and she looked at me pitifully.

“Yes, four.”

I had to laugh…knowing she was forbidden to question my pronouncement, she used her eyes and facial expressions to try and elicit pity.

This is where a lot of owners go wrong, in my opinion. These sluts will constantly test you…constantly. If you weaken, or show sympathy, you have just lost the battle. These women want…no, need…you to exert your control over them. If you show weakness they will begin to not only disrespect you, but actually despise you for your weakness…which is exactly what my follow-up training was all about.

I quickly whapped the bottom side of each breast in turn. She wailed and twisted, and tears ran down her face. I rubbed her clit with the crop handle and she began to moan softly. I slapped her tits one more time and she began crying in earnest.

A note here: at one time in my career, I might have kissed her at this point…even passionately. I used to think it would help prove their slut inclinations to themselves…kissing the man that tortured them. I have since changed my thinking on this. This woman technically belonged to another man, and the only reason she was here was at his behest. Oh, she would kiss me if that’s what I wanted, even respond to my kisses. She was, after all, a slut…trained to respond sexually to whatever stimulus applied to her. But I became convinced that the best approach, psychologically, was dispassionate discipline. This was not a love affair, but training, with a capital ‘T’. What better way to instill in her what she was than complete submission to a dispassionate stranger? To suffer pain at his hands…to take his prick and seed into her body…not out of love, but because that’s what she was ordered to do by her owner. I was just a tool, so to speak…haha. Then, when the slut involuntarily responded sexually to the cold, dispassionate stranger, it would further cement the idea in her head that this is truly what she was meant to be.

I cropped her tits a third time, and she almost broke position, her arms quivering above her head.

“If you so much as lower them one inch, we will begin again,” I told her. “Now…I want you to beg for the last one. These will be hard…speak when you’re ready. ”

“Please…Master,” she blubbered, and I obliged. She sobbed silently, but continued holding her breasts up, awaiting my command.

“Good girl. You may lower them during your flogging, but I will have you raise them again shortly. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she cried.

I untied the strings but left them dangling from her thumbs…the strings would impede the satisfactory flogging of her breasts.

Women like Ally are a joy to flog because their white skin immediately displays the results. I flogged her slowly, front and back, and she began to welt nicely. Blood-red marks began to sprout up on her skin where the ends of the leather thongs bit deeply…especially on her hips, where the thongs wrapped around her buttocks, and her ribs…after her breasts took the main body of the flogger’s wicked tails. I tied the strings back onto her nipple rings and she raised her arms without being asked so I could flog the bottoms of her red, swollen, breasts.

I could tell she was almost spent as I picked up the rattan cane. I brushed it over the welts on her belly and breasts, her buttocks, and the fronts and backs of her thighs. A caning is an intense experience, as some of you women reading this may know.

“Ally, on your initial visit here, did I ever cane you without the benefit of being bound?”

“No, Sir,” she replied in a weak, quavering voice.

“Well I would like to do so now…do you think you could withstand it?”

“I…I don’t know, Sir. I…I…actually don’t think so, Sir.”

“Then, all the better reason to proceed. Your Master Paul instructed me to test your limits, which we are doing. Don’t you think he would be proud of you if we found that you could actually step beyond where you think your limits are?”

“I…I guess so, Sir.”

“That’s no fucking answer, Ally. Tell me…would Master Paul be proud of you for going this extra step for him or not? Before you answer let me say this…you don’t have to do this…I’m not going to order you to do it, either. I just thought that this might be an opportunity to make him proud of you. But if you feel you cannot do it, we can forget the whole thing until I tie you up and cane the living shit out of you. But it’s not quite the same thing, is it? Anybody can endure a caning while strapped down.”

I could see her thinking.

“Cane me,” she whispered at last.

“Are you sure, Ally?” I rubbed the cane up the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

“Yes, Sir…I’m sure.”

“I’m not convinced you want to do this, Ally. Don’t do it just because I brought it up…you have to really, really want this.”

“I do, Sir. I want Master Paul to be proud of me.”

“Okay, Ally. First of all I will start the video camera to give your Master Paul a record of your devotion to him. Secondly, I want you to embrace the pain…take the cane as your lover…can you do that?”

“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled, breaking into tears.

I gave her 24 cuts of the cane…seven each on her buttocks and the fronts and backs of her thighs, and three across her breasts. I like massaging a woman’s clitoris with the shaft of the cane she had just been beaten with, and making her cum, but in Ally’s case I did not. This was, in fact, training.

She slept naked on a pad at the side of my bed. I buckled straps around her thighs and secured her wrists to them, then buckled ankle cuffs around her ankles…connected by a short chain. I decided to not gag her.

Sometime during the night I was awakened by her voice.

“Master J? May I speak?”

“You woke me up, cunt…what is it?”

“Would you fuck your miserable slut, Sir? Please, Sir? I’m begging you, Master,” she wept.

I knew she must be completely desperate. Initiating a conversation at any time was a severe breach of the rules and warranted appropriate punishment. Waking your trainer up in the middle of the night was basically unheard of, and an open invitation to severe punishment. Then…to ask for the privilege of being fucked…also unheard of.

I knew that acquiescing to a beating, especially a caning, had a mental effect on a sub. But, there were physical factors that came into play as well. The welts began to itch and, when rubbed, frequently caused sexual arousal in their own right. Even in the mainstream press, in old novels like Fanny Hill, are accounts of sexual arousal being brought on by a birching or caning. Young boys, when caned by the school mistress, were helpless to hide their erections, and I’m sure that many of them got a ‘helping hand’ in the privacy of some back room. Yes, the connections to a whipping and the need for sexual relief are well founded. I smiled in the dark.

“No…and you have just earned a punishment…not only for waking me, but for asking to be fucked. Go to sleep.”

“I DON’T CARE!” she cried, taking me by surprise. “I need it so badly, Master…please?”

“No.”

I let her cry herself to sleep in the dark.

Sometime in the wee hours I reached over the side of the bed and took a handful of her hair, pulling her to her knees. I turned onto my side and guided her head down to my erection, trying to relax as she sucked me. I usually enjoy fucking a woman in the mouth, but in this rare case I let her gradually bring me to climax…erupting in her mouth in huge spurts. I could feel her throat working as she swallowed my cum, suckling my softening prick until I pushed her away.

“Thank you…thank you,’ she whispered, and I covered her up and went back to sleep.

I had intended to continue her follow-up training the next day, but now I had to deal with the punishment that last night’s transgressions deserved. First, I took her to bathroom for a series of enemas…usually four of them in doses of four quarts, plus or minus. The amount is not critical during the administration, but I do require that she hold, at some point, a four quart enema…no matter how many fillings it takes. I also require my trainees to be enema-dependent…giving me another control over their lives.

I gave Ally another flogging while she held her enema by means of an inflatable plug. I totally ignored her pleas for mercy as I prepared the implements of her punishment. When Ally was here last, these implements were just becoming popular, and therefore cheaper. What I’m talking about here is the Tens unit…a device that delivers a controlled a DC electrical shock to a set of electrodes. The unit doesn’t care whether it sends its charge to adhesive pads or straight to alligator clips, and alligator clips were what was in store for Ally. Unfortunately, she would cum before I would like her to, but, I would forbid her to, giving me another excuse to punish her.

There was no way that she way could take this punishment un-bound, but she went meekly enough to the dog-breeding bench…which doubled nicely for this purpose. I always had the latest and greatest equipment…after all, the women paid for it…or their Masters’ did. Anyway, I tied Ally onto her back and strapped her legs io the uprights. Ignoring her pleas, I slowly inserted a stainless steel plug into her rectum, and a bigger one into her vagina. The electro-shock unit had six leads to it, but I only required five. One to the steel dildo in her rectum, one in her pussy, two to her nipples, and one to her tongue. If I wanted to, I could attach the last one to her clit.

She began weeping as I hooked up the electrode leads, but it was much too late to change my mind now. I set the Tens unit to High/Pulse and walked away to get some much-needed breakfast. I had previously hooked the Tens Unit to my own nipples at low power, and found it uncomfortable at power setting 2. I had Ally at power setting 10, and I’d set the timer for one hour. As I ate my breakfast I could discern her pitiful moaning from downstairs. I eventually tired of it, went downstairs and gagged her, adding another 30 minutes to the timer.

That afternoon I poured 4 ounces of pepper oil into the enema bag while she watched. I tied her on her back and whipped her inner thighs with the riding crop.

“Ally…I’ve decided to grant your wish and fuck you.”

“Oh…thank you, Sir.”

“But only if you agree to take the enema first.”

“I agree, Sir.” Spoken like a true slut.

I knew she had no clue what was in store for her…she just wanted to fuck. So I sat her down in the kitchen and had her peel and carve a fresh ginger root about 6” long. I made her bend over and roped her wrists to her ankles before slipping the peeled ginger into her rectum…an activity known as ‘figging’. Why it’s not known as ‘gingering’ I have no idea. What I do know is something she didn’t know; the effect of peeled ginger on the anal membrane…it burns like hell. I gave her a dozen cuts of the cane while I fucked her tight little anus with the ginger root. I didn’t need lubrication…the insidious root began exuding its own liquid, saturating the sensitive anal membrane. I pushed the entire peeled root into her rectum and inserted the enema nozzle. There wasn’t much volume…just four cups of water and the four ounces of pepper oil, so I had to elevate the bag to the full extent of the hose to let gravity take affect.

She began to squirm in her bonds, and then cry, as the pepper oil infused itself into her bowels and colon. I removed the enema nozzle and replaced it with a butt plug. I untied her, rolled her onto her back, and rammed my erect prick into her cunt. The burning of the pepper oil was just reaching its peak and she went wild…bucking and thrusting against my prick.

“FUCK ME! OH GOD, YES, FUCK ME!” she screamed, her cunt sucking my prick like a vacuum cleaner as she orgasmed repeatedly. Her entire body turned beet red and she was sweating profusely, so I gave her several 4 quart enemas of water and mineral salts to flush her out. I let her suckle my prick until I was erect again. I poised my prick at the entrance to her cunt and spoke to her:

“What would you say if I told you that you’d never fuck again without a pepper oil enema?” She wrapped her legs around me, drawing my prick into her greedy cunt.

“I’d say yes, Master J,” she whispered.

I collapsed on top of her after I ejaculated inside her. I needed to get up early…her husband would be coming for her in the morning. I reminded myself to ask him if he was interested in my specialized canine training…free of charge.

I would send Ally back to her husband the next day, but the emails kept rolling in. It was time to make a schedule.

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