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Slave Training 101
The confessions of a young woman who craved something very unusual. She wanted to be someone's sex slave! Not on a casual basis, but in an ongoing relationship where she was essentially owned by them. She longed to be made to do their bidding. She desired to be sexually used and abused by someone who possessed a strong dominant personality. She fully expected to be chastised and punished, either for actual or invented rules violations; or simply for the enjoyment of her master or mistress. In this respect she had no preference. She was equally satisfied submitting to either men or women. It was the dominance of their personality that would make her submit.
To test herself, to make sure she could or would actually be comfortable being naked and bound, she applied to work as a model at a studio in San Francisco. This studio hosted several internet sites, all featuring people, mostly women, naked and bound for sexual use and abuse. Most offering sexual gratification as a reward for taking punishment.
She sent them an application and a photo, they flew her out to San Francisco and did a photo/video set with her. This single four hour period of being naked, bound and punished was all she had hoped it would be, and she knew she was hooked. The bonus, for her, was the number of orgasms the crew had managed to force out of her. Each one seemed to be more intense than the last. Each time she was forced to come because she was helpless to escape the stimulus, she understood why she wanted to be a slave.
Her desire leads her to contact, then join a group known as, "The Society." This organization is a group of lifestyle people, both dominant and submissive that meet and communicate regularly. The rigger at the website where she worked, had told her about it. It was while researching this group that she came across a link to a site, run by a member of the group and his wife. They operate a sex slave training school that promised to give you a rigorous two-week course that would make you a worthy slave for anyone.
She immediately sent her application and is accepted by them for training. This is her story:
In search of slavery:
The application
The ad read that if I was really serious about wanting to be a slave, they had an intense, fourteen day training session could prepare me to properly serve a master or mistress. That tease alone made me want to read more. The slave training school/evaluation center was run by a man and his wife, in a town close to Memphis, TN. The ad went on to say that these sessions were all video taped. The videos of the training and evaluation sessions are then posted on the internet and made available to prospective dominants. They claimed to have several people looking for slaves. Some were looking for a casual (Non 24/7), relationship, while others were looking for a live-in slave. The fee was very reasonable, ($3500.00) so I went to their website and filled out the application. To many, a price tag of over three thousand dollars doesn't sound reasonable. It was just that the fee covered everything, including accident insurance, full room and board, and some extra things that other sites didn't offer. I already had digital photographs showing me full frontal nude. I had taken the photographs earlier when I applied to model at a porn site that did bondage.
My name is Jessica Howe. Until recently, I lived in a small town in southern Ohio. I am a five foot, one inch tall, redhead, and have a very nice body that is in great shape. I have not always been into bondage, in fact it is only recently that I have become interested. I was introduced to the idea of bondage by a friend who was showing me some sites she had seen on the internet. To her, the stuff on these sites was shocking, even if it was a little bit arousing. When I looked at them, I could feel myself getting turned on by what I saw. From that almost innocent beginning, I soon learned that seeing naked women in bondage turned on something very deep inside of me. Feelings that I had never experienced in the past. I soon began to visit many of these sites as a member so I could look at all of the photographs and watch the videos. I began to envision myself in place of the models on the sites. Suddenly I realized that this was something I wanted to try. I find the idea of being kept naked and bound exciting. When I add to this, the thought that if while I'm naked and bound I'd also be used and abused sexually, the feeling inside of me gets even stronger. It while I lay naked on my bed, masturbating as I watched one of the video sets on my laptop, that I made up my mind to find a way to experience having someone tie me up and use me.
I managed to get a modeling job with a site called hogtied, that was exactly what I needed. I spent four hours in their San Francisco studio and was hooked. The first scene was an interview where I had a chance to tell the guy why I was trying this. The remaining scenes all had me completely naked and bound in four or five different positions while the guy whipped me, caned my ass and feet, put tight clamps on my nipples, then hung weights from them. But most of all, he made me come over and over. At least once in every scene, as many as four in one of them. By the time this photo and video session was over, I was more convinced than ever that I wanted to find someone who would keep me like this for days on end if they chose. I was now sure that this was something I wanted to do on a more permanent basis. I realized that I was in search of this as a lifestyle. I wasn't merely looking for the occasional thrill by being a professional model. It was really fun, but it was only an appetizer.
After reading many articles, surfing countless websites that were dedicated to those who live in a dominant/submissive relationship, I finally found some answers. The term that was used by one girl in an article I read was, "Wanting to objectified." The act of becoming nothing more than an object. Suddenly, I realized what I was seeking; I wanted to become a sex object. It was in a lifestyle magazine that I found John and Heather's ad, which lead to my submitting an application.
About a week after I submitted my forms I got a call from John Perkins. He said he had read my application and was interested in talking to me in a little more detail. We set up an appointment for the following Sunday. I was to travel to Memphis, meeting him and his wife at a restaurant in nearby Collierville. "Please make sure you have read everything. Bring all of your medical clearance and other required documentation with you. Oh, and Jessica, you should dress in the following manner; a loose fitting blouse or top, a short skirt; no shorts or slacks; sandals or flip flops, no shoes. And one more thing, no underwear. Also, be ready to start your training. If everything is in order, we should be able to go to the ranch so your training can begin the next day. Monday in this case."
I hung up the phone and was so turned on by what I was thinking that I stripped my clothes off, put my cheap bondage cuffs on, then laid on my bed to masturbate. The following week seemed to drag by, and I thought Friday would never get here. I had arranged for that day, plus the following two weeks as vacation. I took Friday off so I would have an extra day to travel and get myself ready. I pulled into my motel in Collierville late Saturday evening. I spent the evening just looking around the town so I could locate the restaurant where I was to meet them. I had trouble sleeping that night, I was just too anxious and wanted to get started.
I was actually a little early when I pulled into the parking lot, and was just a little bit nervous. I was wearing a thin, scoop neck blouse and a short skirt. I didn't have any flip flops or sandals, all I had were some ballerina slippers, but I thought they would be fine.
When I enquired at the hostess station, I was told that John and Heather were already waiting and I followed her to their table. John stood as we approached the table, letting me slide into the circular booth, so I was seated between him and Heather. After a short moment where we exchanged pleasantries and put in our lunch order, John immediately got to business. I gave him all of my documentation and the additional preference form I had printed and filled out. While he was checking them over, he asked Heather to accompany me to the ladies room. I more or less assumed what that was about, and sure enough, as soon as we were inside the restroom, Heather said "Lift your blouse all the way up."
When I did, she had me turn in a circle, slowly, while she examined me. When I had turned full circle, and was again facing her, she touched my tits, squeezing them and feeling my nipples, "Hmm, very nice indeed. Now lift your skirt."
I dropped my blouse back in place and lifted my skirt, instinctively spreading me feet. She let her fingers slide between my legs, testing my pussy, then had me turn in a circle again for her. When I was facing away from her, she squeezed both of my ass cheeks, then spanked my right one. As I returned my original facing position, she said, "Pubic hair, that will have to go, but we'll take care of that later. That is one demerit however, there is a notice in some of your forms that says no pubic hair. I also see another demerit for improper footwear. We clearly said sandals or flip flops."
When we got back to the table, I again slid into the very back of the booth. Heather said, "Lift the back of your skirt so your bare ass is on the seat cushion. It was a little embarrassing, but I did it. Then she told John about the demerits. "Okay, we'll deal with them later."
As we ate, John explained a little further about the evaluation process. Each area is given point ratings for different aspects. They pass the numeric ratings along to prospective owners. "Let me begin by saying that the ratings system and the evaluation process we use was developed by the society to which Heather and I belong. You, by coming here have also become a member. There are very strict guidelines that we follow. Everything is laid out to protect all involved. As the members watch your training, and read our professional assessments, it gives them an idea of what you are capable of enduring. It protects you, because only those who are willing to accept your limitations will apply for a contract with you. As you can see, some of the limits will be set by you. We use your own selection numbers from your forms. Others, we will find out as we proceed."
I asked him, "What does that mean exactly?"
"For example, have you any experience with bastinado?"
I shook my head and said, "Not really. When I did the hogtied shoot, they caned my feet a couple times, but I'm sure that isn't what you have in mind."
"In that case, we have no idea what your limits are. What we will do is administer the strokes one at a time, until you say that you can't take it anymore. That will establish your threshold and your rating."
"I see, in other words, if I had some experience I could say I am able to take X number of strokes to each foot."
"Exactly, and you would be expected to endure that many. If you used a safe word before that number was reached, it would mean a bad mark. We will essentially go over each session's rules and rating variables on video before each session begins. We also do a post session interview where we post the evaluation ratings and give a verbal assessment with regard to how you did on certain things. These post session interviews will sometimes include statements from you, or we may ask you a question."
By now we had finished lunch. John looked me in the eye and said, "Jessica, it is very important that you take a few minutes to rethink everything. If you decide you want to continue, we will go from here to the facility and get you ready to start. Are you sure you want to enter into this very stringent training?"
"Yes, I'm actually a little turned on right now, just thinking that it is going to begin. After all, the reason I went to San Francisco to do hogtied was to find out if I wanted more."
"Still, this will be a bit more intense, just because of what we are trying to learn. We never want anyone to continue, if they have changed their mind, just because of the money they have invested. We use a prorated share that will refund a portion of your fee, if this suddenly becomes too overwhelming and more than you can handle. We do that, mostly so we are able to weed out those who would not be good slaves once they have been hired. Do you understand that?"
"Yes sir"
He told me he would have Heather ride with me out to the ranch, he would follow along. On the way, Heather asked me, "What is it about being a slave that appeals to you?"
I told her about the girls comments about being objectified, and how that made me feel. "I think it is the total lack of control that I want. As long as I think I'm with someone I can trust, I think not being able to do anything to stop what is happening; to be unable to prevent them from doing whatever they want to do is very erotic. I'm also looking forward to being placed in tight, inescapable bondage."
"I know you've indicated that you have no preset limits on any kind of sexual activity, or for that matter on any of the impact play. Have you had experience with any of this?"
"Only my one and only modeling job for hogtied. Like I say, it was that shoot that convinced me to pursue being an actual lifestyle slave. I just became curious about bondage and decided I wanted to try it. I also was able to get a guy to tie me to the bed for sex and it was great. He even spanked me, but didn't want to press my limits, and that is what I want; someone who will push me until either he/she quits or I use a safe word. Hogtied at least let me push my boundaries a little."
Heather smiled at that, then said, "How about self bondage? Any experience?"
"Those cheap little bondage toy things, you know the soft ones with the Velcro fasteners."
"Let me give you some advice. One of the early sessions will be for you to put yourself into some kind of alluring and erotic bondage pose. Use things you know you can handle. Too many girls think they have to use rope in order to get a high rating. The key is to make sure that you are secure to the point of not being able to escape, in other words you are there until your master/mistress releases you. The other thing is being sure your position is erotic and has all of your assets available. I have watched girls, who didn't know how to handle rope, do an awful job of tying themselves up. It always ends with a low score."
The ranch we went to well out into the country. It took nearly an hour for us to reach it. When we turned into their driveway, Heather took a remote opener from her purse, and pressed a key on it, opening the gate. We drove through and along a winding driveway that took us deep into a wooded area. As we approached the house, she pressed the key again to open a garage bay door. "Pull on into the garage. That way your car will be safe inside while you are with us. Also, please leave your purse, any jewelry you might have, the clothes you brought with you and your keys in the car. The only things you should take into the house with you are the clothes your wearing."
In their office, John started the video tape, made an opening statement that introduced me, then we sat at a conference table while we went over each item, line by line, checking everything off as we went. "We need to get the entire list of does and don'ts on the first tape."
It took us about an hour to go over everything, making sure all of the limits were clearly defined. When that was finished, we moved into one of their studio rooms. A place filled with lighting equipment and things. No bondage things, more like a glamour studio. "Your first task is an easy one Jessica. Your master or mistress has had a hard day, they are relaxing with a drink and have asked you to entertain them by stripping. Give us the best striptease dance you can. It should be slow, but not too slow, and should be very erotic."
Having a filming crew around didn't bother me too much. I had been naked in front of a filming crew at hogtied. The difference was, they stripped me as part of the action, here, I had to tease. Having to do an erotic strip routine somehow just seemed a little more intimate, and thus made me a little nervous. I knew I had no choice though, so I stood up, swallowed my pride and started.
I began to undulate my hips, then for a few seconds I pulled the neckline of my blouse down to expose first one, then the other tit, tweaking and playing my nipples when they were exposed. After doing that for a few seconds, I turned not quite all the way around and pulled my blouse up in back, then over my head and down, exposing the side view of my right tit. I turned back facing the camera with the blouse held in front of me, then slowly let it drop to the floor. I lifted the hem of my skirt, displaying my pussy so I could finger it slowly. I licked my fingers and did that again. I turned my back to the camera, spread my legs and bent over at the waist while I pulled my skirt up in back to show my pussy from that angle. I spread the cheeks of my ass for a second to expose it more, then turned to face the camera. I unbuttoned my skirt, allowing it to slowly slide down my legs. Leaving me naked except for my slippers. To remove them, I sat on the floor, folding one leg so the heal of my foot was pressing against my pussy. I lifted the other knee, then hooked my fingers in the heel of the slipper to slowly push it off of my foot, with my toes pointed, I straightened my leg out. Letting my hands slide back down my leg, all the way to my thigh, to diddle my pussy. I changed my position and did the same thing with my other foot, then planted both feet on the floor, spread my knees wide apart and arched my back, shoving my pussy toward the camera. To stand, I pushed myself up with my arms then slowly rolled my torso forward until I was standing. Finishing my strip by facing the camera, feet spread, fingers laced behind my neck and my chest pushed out, offering my tits.
"I must say Jessica, that was a very inventive strip routine. I give it quite a high mark, how do you rate it Heather?"
"I also think it was inventive and very sexy. I'm giving it a high mark as well."
"Very well then, we are now going to move along to the second part of this opening set. This is where we will tell you a particular slave position by name. If you know it, you are to assume that position and hold it until we tell you to release. If you are not familiar with it, that is okay, but it will affect your overall score. Those you don't know will be explained to you, basically you will be instructed as to what and how to move."
For the next hour or so, I was given different positions to assume. Because of my day spent at hogtied, I actually knew several of them, but for some I had to be helped into the positions. I quickly realized that all of them had one thing in common. They all kept my sexual assets on full display. The positions either made full exposure of my tits and pussy, or my pussy and my ass. During this phase I was told, "The one thing that should never, ever, be hidden from my owner was my pussy. Once you enter into a sex slave relationship, the pussy in your body is no longer yours."
Naturally, after the striptease and the slave position session was complete, they informed me that I was now suitably attired for the remainder of my two week stay. It was Heather who told me, "During the remainder of your stay, you will not be permitted to wear any clothing, unless it is part of the mood or role we are trying to establish. If clothing is needed, it will be provided for you. Between the training or evaluation sessions, you will be free to move about the ranch as you wish. However, you must remain naked and have your slave chain set in place at all times other than at mealtime. For the next two weeks you are indeed a slave."
She stood up then and went to a cabinet. When she returned, she was carrying the chain set I was to be given. "These are very high quality stainless steel collar, cuffs and chains. They are yours to keep when you leave here. I will put them on you now, and they will remain in place, unless we remove them in favor of some other form of restraint."
While she was talking, she put the set on me. She started by putting the collar around my neck. It was actually pretty heavy. It was polished stainless steel, perhaps a quarter of an inch thick and an inch wide. It had a blind hinge in the back and was connected in front by a special lock that also contained a single D-ring. The cuffs for my wrists and ankles were thicker and wider, but the design was the same. I knew from the research I had done on line that this set cost them nearly $400.00. I began to feel even better about my 35K investment.
Heather then told me that our next session wasn't until the next morning. "Before we end here however, there is one thing I'm going to do now; that is to get rid of that pubic hair."
Heather quickly went to the bathroom connected to this studio, returning with a bowl of warm water, a towel and a razor. I was instructed to lay back on a coffee table with my legs spread. She quickly rid my pussy of any pubic hair. "For at least the next few days, I will shave you each morning, so I can show you how to get the smoothest possible pussy. After that, you will have to do it while we watch each morning."
"Now, I thought it might be nice for you to accompany me on a tour of the facilities. That way you can meet the staff and relax while you take a walk around the ranch. There is only one rule that you must adhere too; As a slave, you have no voice unless you are asked to speak. If someone asks you a question, you must always thank them for asking and end each statement with a sir or madam. For example, if someone should ask your name, you would reply by saying, thank you for asking me, my name is Jessica, sir."
I hadn't realized I guess, but an operation the size of this has to have people to do things like film the sessions, handle the administrative duties, not to mention the cooking, cleaning and yard work. For the next hour, I was lead all around the place to meet the many people who worked here, and to see the various buildings that contained different bondage related sets. It was strange, shuffling along, barefoot and wearing my heavy slave chains. The chain between my ankles dragged on the ground, making a sound that let me know I was truly a captive. The people we met were all allowed to fondle me if they chose. Most of them talked about me as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Ho hum, another naked slave girl. I was only something for them to play with. They talked about me, as in, "This one certainly has nice tits madam." Or "I have a feeling that little pussy of hers would taste good."
While Heather was talking to one of the gardeners, he asked her, "Is it okay if I stick my fingers into her pussy madam?"
They talked about me, not to me. I was nothing more to them than a pair of tits and a pussy.
Heather didn't even hesitate, "Why of course Juan."
Juan dropped to one knee in front of me, putting my pussy right at eye level, then slowly rubbed my pussy, forcing it open, as he eased his finger up inside of me, then his thumb began to roll my clit around. I instinctively spread my knees a little wider, rolling my hips toward him. He played with me for a few minutes, then withdrew his fingers, bending forward to kiss my pussy and lick it. Then he stood up, "A very nice one indeed Mam. It is very, very tight."
In the office, where I met two female administrative people, they didn't even ask. Both of them just came to me and began to fondle my tits and pussy. Again, not addressing me directly, one of the girls said, "A cute little rascal isn't she? And, she sure has a nice tight little honey pot."
In the kitchen, the cook and his two female assistants turned me around, running their hands all over my body before each of them spanked me a couple times on the bare ass.
In the stable, there were two stable boys working. They began to fondle me, turning me around to get a good look at my nakedness. When I was facing the one, Tim, he looked directly into my eyes as he pinched both of my nipples. "Do you like having your nipples pinched?"
"Thank you for asking sir, yes sir."
I really did like the way he was pinching me at the moment. As soon as I answered him though, he pinched even harder, digging his thumbnails in. I let out a scream from the pain.
"Oh, I thought you said you liked it, but that scream says different. Do you not like it now?"
Almost in tears from the pain, I managed to say, "Thank you for asking sir. Yes sir, if it pleases you sir."
He let go immediately and said, "This one is going to be a good slave for somebody someday."
As we left the stable, Heather said, "I was very impressed by your performance in there. That was quite good for someone just beginning the program. I will make sure we note that on your evaluation summary."
After dinner, I sat with them in their den watching television and talking. Like a slave, I sat on the floor, leaning back against a couch, my legs spread as far as the chain between my ankles would permit. I either sat that way, or with the bottoms of my feet together and my knees flopped open to the sides so my pussy remained on display.
John explained that we had a regular bedtime and that he would show me to my room later. The room you will staying in is actually a jail cell, where you will be allowed to go unfettered, but still locked in. It was late in the evening when Heather suddenly said, "Jessica, I want you to pleasure yourself for us."
I was a bit taken back, and I know I had kind of a blank look on my face. "Go on, masturbate for us. I want to see you make yourself come."
I had never done that in public and it was difficult at first. I knew I had to though, so I began to fantasize, at first. Then the realization of what I was being forced to do took over. The idea that here I was, naked, the soles of my bare feet pressing against each other while my knees were spread as wide as I could get them. I was wearing steel cuffs and chains while I opened my pussy so two people could sit and watch me masturbate. I closed my eyes and began to shove two fingers on my right hand into my pussy, while my left hand rapidly diddled my clit. It only took me a couple minutes after that until I was right on the verge of orgasm. I said, "May I come mistress?"
"Yes you may."
My orgasm was strong, making my whole body quiver and shake. I could feel fluid coming out of me as I tensed as if in a seizure, it wasn't a copious amount or anything, but I did squirt a little bit, then went completely limp. I laid there for several minutes, my breath raspy and my body being seized by tremors every few seconds. When I opened my eyes and sat up again, Heather was smiling at me, "You have a slight mess to clean up."
She told me where to get the stuff I would need. I quickly returned, got down on my hands and knees and cleaned up the area where I had squirted. Then I was taken to the basement, my chains were removed and I was put in my cell. The cell had a cot, a toilet and washstand combination, and a stall shower. John told me that they would sound the alarm when I was to get up. I should immediately use the toilet and take care of getting my shower. "Heather will come for you each morning when it is time for some training or evaluation."
Then he told me, "Everyone is tell us what a nice, tight little pussy you have. Let me check it out."
I stood with my legs spread, so he could wet his middle finger and insert it into me. He probed and moved it around for a few seconds, the withdrew it, but continued to rub me. "Yes indeed, that is a very nice tight pussy."