Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2011 16:04:33 -0400
From: dave stout <dodge1191@hotmail.com>
Subject: Slave Training Vignettes, Mountain Hike, Chapter #5

Mountain Hike, chapter #5,  The end, my end !

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The next day my trainer continued my training in earnest. My balls were
wrapped in thin leather strips and my leash was attached to the cord.

"I bet now you'll follow me very close eh boy. We're having a guest today
so this is kinda like your debut," he told me.

 I didn't really know what he meant then. It wasn't very long until I was
ordered to kneel in the corner, ready for our guest. I was surprised when a
tall, pretty woman of about 45 showed up. After some small talk I was
ordered to crawl over for an inspection. I know that this must have looked
very awkward; it's hard to move with your hands behind your back. The lady
seemed very interested in me and asked if she could inspect me. I was soon
told to get on my feet. As I stood there like a docile puppy dog she walked
around me slowly groping me and commenting like I wasn't there. "He's not
too bad is he?  How is his service, has he been well trained ?

Master answered, "Actually Jane he has just begun training but I'm
encouraged so far. I don't know how good a cunt lapper he is but I think
he's going to be a premo cock sucker. It seems that he's a natural slave,
really getting off on the shear joy of the act of submission. If you keep
the humiliation factor up I think he will do anything you want, a true
slave, personality."

"Well we'll soon see eh," she said.

I was really surprised at how different being a slave in front of a couple
of people was. She cupped my balls and gently squeezed them as she smiled
at me. That made it doubly surprising when she slapped me across the face
still smiling as she said, "You're to keep your eyes lowered unless your
owner tells you different. You're a slut pig and you have no ight to look
at your betters unless ordered to. Do you understand pig?"

"Yes Mistress , yes I do," I answered.  I noticed that my trainer just sat
there smiling.

She said, "I don't suppose that you think you know how to serve a couple eh
, well we will make sure that you learn. Understand that your nothing but
another animal to use as far as were concerned, like a kitten or puppy. To
us your mouth-cunt is your best feature. You're to keep quiet unless you're
told to talk, were simply not interested in any opinions you might have. As
I said you keep your eyes averted and always fall to your knees with your
hands behind you and your eyes lowered when an owner approaches you. You
are never to refuse a Master's order, never. Don , I see you've kept his
wrists restrained , that's good. Have you broken him to a phallus yet?"

My trainer answered her, "No I really haven't had the time and I'm not
experienced enough to break a boy to a phallus; it would be interesting to
watch you though."

" Get him dressed and we'll take him home to continue his training, before
were done he'll be as great a Ladies maid as he is a cocksucker. I really
don't even want to inspect him here" she said.

I was dressed and put in the back seat and driven to their house in town,
boy it felt good to be without handcuffs. I followed them into a large
addition in back of the house. I was very apprehensive.

After they had availed themselves of some wine they again returned to me as
she said, "Well boy you'll now see the difference in how a Woman trains and
controls her slave. Slave, we must remove all of your clothing. Give them
to me."






She used a key to open a small, wood-paneled locker while I sat on an
ottoman and took off my shoes and socks. Afterward I stood and unbuttoned
the rest of my garments, surrendering them to her until at last I wore only
under shorts.

"Those, too," Mistress said, holding out her hand.

Even after what I had been through in the last few days a flush of
embarrassment swept over me. I hesitated. "Come on," she urged. I put my
thumbs inside the elastic and slid the garment past my knees, to the floor
and stepped out of them. I was now totally naked in front of them. She
smiled and let her eyes wander over me, then put my shorts in the locker
and turned the key. I stood next to the ottoman and could tell that she was
pleased with the image of my ass globes in the mirror.

She opened a drawer and found the handcuffs, saying. "Slave it's important
to follow the tried and true training rules. I know it's difficult but I'll
be with you as you learn, turn around and give me your left hand."  I
hesitated, then faced the mirror. She quickly handcuffed my hands rather
comfortably behind me, double locking the ratchets. She turned me around,
explaining in a firmer voice, "Now we want you to spread those legs. You
must remember to do it this way," she said to her partner, tapping my inner
thigh. She urged my feet outward on the warm carpet until my legs were
spread unnaturally, stretching my thigh muscles tightly. My genitals hung
free and glaringly exposed. She moved her hand over my ass globes, feeling
and squeezing. This treatment made my erection grow rapidly, to her
satisfaction.

She returned to the drawer and withdrew a white hand-towel and a small tube
of clear jelly. She opened the towel and lay it on the table, put some
jelly on her fingers and carefully spread it over the head of my cock,
causing it to surge rigidly upward. She closed the tube and laid it on the
towel. I was ashamed yet so excited by being handled like this.

"I know that you haven't participated in breaking a slave to the phallus"
she said to my trainer.

 She carried a small leather case and I wondered what it held. I saw her
glance fall to my genitals as she put the case down and walked slowly
around me, circling me like a cat would a trapped mouse, her eyes moving
over my body from head to toe. She continued her appraisal for what seemed
like several, long minutes.

She finally asked my trainer, "Have you whipped him?" "No, he's new and
untrained, a beginner, Jane."

So that was my new Mistresses name. "I certainly want to thank you for
sharing a specimen with this much promise. Of course I'll have to examine
him myself" she said.

"Of course." "Shall we begin?" Master answered.

She sat down on the other ottoman saying, "Bring him closer."

Master took my elbow and walked me in front of Mistress Jane, my erect
penis had to be at her eye level, and again she tapped the inside of my
thighs with the crop, I spread my legs wide and nervously pulled against
the handcuffs, breathing faster as she said, "When you're finished here you
will have become a trained, sexual slave in every respect. You'll be a
prize for your owner, rather than just another clumsy submissive." She
looked at Don, asking "Has he been sized?"

"No, but is it necessary, so soon," Master answered.

"Oh yes, we must do it right away." She said has she idly ran her hand up
my leg, beside the scrotum, my balls tightened. Her fingers played with my
testicles, one by one, moving them up and down, feeling their shapes. I
couldn't help it, I emitted a small moan. Using both hands she stretched my
scrotum out, testicles apart, and examined them. She lifted my balls and
looked behind them, feeling the shaft at the base of the penis. Finally,
with two fingers, she squeezed the very tip of my cock, forcing out a clear
drop, saying. "Yes he is a remarkable choice, It's time for us to
finish. Bring me the case, please, and if you have any questions as we go
along, ask them."

Master set the case in front of Mistress Jane and asked, "How long must he
be handcuffed?"

"Only until he learns not to touch his privates without permission.  Some
learn quicker than others. The training harness helps. I believe this will
do." She said.

She chose a phallus from the case. It was a magnificent dildo smooth and
veined like a real cock, with a ring attached to the base. "Bend him over
the ottoman and bring me the jelly," she said as my eyes widened.

 I was soon positioned with my legs spread, but my head down on the ottoman
and my buttocks raised sharply. I was quite conscious that my balls were
hanging down in full view of my Master and Mistress Jane. I could not see,
but only feel what they were doing to me. Mistress Jane squeezed some jelly
onto the tip of the cock like phallus. "Now Don stand beside him, turn his
feet inward on the floor as much as possible and use both hands to spread
his cheeks."

Master complied and I felt his hands on my ass globes, pulling them apart
and exposing my asshole. My little hole was now fully open and exposed has
Master asked. "But why do you turn his toes inward, Jane?"

She smiled has she said, "It prevents him from pressing his buttocks
together to resist the training cock. Now watch carefully."

The jellied tip of the cock-phallus felt chilly and slippery to me as it
touched the mouth of my ass.

She was talking now, "When you do this, Don, tease the sphincter with the
cock-instrument as I am doing. It teaches his ass to grasp the tip and
makes penetration easier. You might also pull slightly on his scrotum, like
this. It's essential that this be done slowly and gently so he can absorb
the full measure of his humiliation and also learn to crave the cock."

She took my scrotum, above the testicles, and pulled gently down in a
milking motion. Again I couldn't help it and moaned loudly.

She spoke as she stroked me, "You see, this milking action relaxes the
males and helps them learn to take the cock-phallus. Now feel his cock. Is
it very hard?"

Master reached underneath my stomach and felt my penis. It was
bone-hard. Another loud moan escaped my lips. Mistress Jane spread my
cheeks again as she said, "If you looked at the end of his cock, Don, it
would be red and flared," Mistress Jane continued, still teasing my ass
hole with the cockhead of the phallus. "Relax and breath through your
mouth, slave, it'll be easier on you if you pant."

How could I relax!!!!

She continued, "Now Don, when you push it in, do it slowly, backing out
slightly, then in again, moving the shaft downward, this way," she
demonstrated, as the tip disappeared into my ass and the shaft followed. I
felt like I was hyper-ventilating taking deep breaths and gasping out
air. She pushed it in to the ring. "See how the sphincter widens easily
around the shaft? He is taking it well, Don And this is the right size
training phallus. We won't have to find another size until he becomes used
to this one."

Only the base of the phallus, and the attached ring, was visible. I was
still panting in short breaths, with my hips moving slightly, causing the
ring to bob up and down a few inches.

"Yes, I see, Jane. May I try it once?" Master asked.

"Of course, dear, remove it slowly, take your time, and then insert it
again."

Master Don took hold of the ring and carefully withdrew the cock-phallus,
pausing slightly as the head passed through the anal opening and my cheeks
quivered violently.

She calmly said, "Before you put in back in, straighten him up and check
his cock , this is a good way to find out if a sub is a true slave."

 Don took my elbow and guided me to a standing position. My cock jutted
straight out, pointing slightly upward.

She said, "Ha-ha just look at that cock, he likes this treatment just as I
thought. That's why you do this so slowly and deliberately. He must
understand just what a slut he is. It's important that he know. Now bend
him over again."

Once more I was forced, head down, over the ottoman with my legs spread
apart, feet turned awkwardly in. Mistress Jane applied more jelly to the
cock-phallus and Master parted my cheeks.

She Told Master, "That's right, tease the hole of the anus with the cock
tip. Let the ass hole nibble and learn to reach for it like a trained horse
takes the bit."

And indeed, as the tip of the phallus touched my nether hole I could feel
that my ass opening flexed and nibbled, just like Mistress Jane said. After
a moment, with Master's fingers grasping the base, Master easily slid the
shaft fully in, provoking another desperate gasp from me.

She said, "In time he will get used to the phallus, Don. There is an
alternate method of insertion that slave will now show you, however."

Mistress Jane slowly removed the instrument. My ass-cheeks quivered and
flexed as the shaft withdrew and I moaned again as the large phallic head
passed through my ass opening has he withdrew it.

Mistress said, "If you position the phallus below the anus you can force
him to squat on it, thereby inserting it himself."

She held the shaft upright just beneath my ass hole and then, grasping the
top of my scrotum between her thumb and forefinger, she pulled firmly down,
obliging me to squat onto the phallus. Surprisingly it slid easily in up to
the ring. She released her grip on my ball sack and I was grateful for that
as she said,. "I think a training harness will do for now, and a
leash. Then we can take a walk to observe his motion."

"Do you think he should be gagged" Master asked.

"I don't know" she said.

Another long moan escaped from my mouth.

"Perhaps it would be best since he has never been force-fucked before" he
answered.

"I agree." She said has she laced a ball gag around my lips and locked it
in place.

Mistress Jane then opened a drawer in the small table and removed a black
leather harness composed of a belt and two thin straps, attached with
buckles. She fastened the belt around my waist and turned it so the buckle
was under my navel. The other two straps hung down together from the small
of my back and fell between the cheeks of my ass sliding through the ring
on the cock-phallus. It spread to each side of my scrotum where she
attached them to the belt near my hips.

"Now stand him up, Don, and we'll collar him."

Master Don then stood me upright and I guess I jumped slightly, shaking my
harness.

She smiled has she said, "See him prance, just like a young pony. It's
their way of fighting and testing the cock-phallus, Don. They all do it,
for awhile, until they learn that bucking the cock is useless. The phallus
always wins."

Mistress Jane then took a small leather collar, no bigger than the circle
of a thumb and forefinger, with a small ring set in the leather opposite
the buckle, and sat herself on the ottoman. "Bring him here Don, facing
me."

I was placed in front of her with my legs spread, breathing heavily and
tensing my buttocks until Mistress Jane stroked the inside of my leg,
saying "Easy boy. Easy now."

I was after all bigger and stronger than her, but she was certainly in
control. She skillfully lifted my balls and slipped the collar behind and
around both my scrotum and the base of my penis, positioning the small ring
at the front, on top of the collar. As she tightened the collar I again
groaned, panting noisily into the gag.

"Oh! Is he all right?" asked Don."

"Oh yes Don. Don't be alarmed. New slaves often react strongly to the
harness and collar. He will settle down. If not, there is always the crop"
she answered.

At that, I moaned a little and struggled slightly against the
handcuffs. "Now bring me the leash and the real gag," Mistress Jane
instructed.

Master went to the drawer and found them, a long black leash and a leather
cock gag. "Kneel," commanded Mistress Jane, pushing down on my shoulders. I
fell awkwardly to my knees and swayed slightly.

She told me, "I won't tell you again, but I want those thighs spread, even
when on your knees," she reminded. "Now open your mouth, wider. Just suck
on this. Yes, all the way back."  She placed the gag, another soft,
compressible leather cock shaped device scented with musk and attached to a
strap and buckle, into my mouth. "It's a tongue suppressor and gag, both,"
she explained, pulling the buckle snug behind my neck. "In time, the scent
of musk will arouse him." The strap covered my lips and completely silenced
all but my most intense moans. She stood me up again so that my erection
bobbed out in front of her completely giving me away.

She smiled as she saw me quickly spreading my legs to avoid the crop. She
uncoiled the leash, snapped it to the ring on the small collar around my
balls and handed it to Master, saying, "He should have knee hobbles." Then
Mistress Jane took two leather cuffs, joined by a short chain, from the
drawer and buckled my legs together just above the knees.

"Now observe Don, when you lead him, he's hobbled so you can always keep a
slight tension on the leash. Break him to the leather-training phallus by
walking around. Perhaps tomorrow you can come over and exercise him outside
on the grounds."

Hobbled, I moved in quick little steps to obey commands from the leash as
Master pulled me forward across the room. "You'll need this to keep his
attention," Mistress Jane said, handing Master a short, black leather
whip. "On occasion, smack his buttocks if he lags or balks. Later I will
show you the art of finer whipping to raise his responsiveness. This is by
far the best way for a woman to control a male slave."

Hobbled, with the phallus deep inside me, I really felt like the slave slut
I was in training to be. I knew it wouldn't be long before I felt a real
cock in my ass.


This chapter was written around the comments of a few women that wrote me
looking for a more ritualized training than just the "quick ass fuck" in
most stories.

End of Chapter 5, more to come soon.

Comments and ideas are welcome at Dave at dodge1191@hotmail.com