Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2014 23:53:49 -0400
From: Chris Vestal <cavemanpuckhead@yahoo.com>
Subject: Conditioning session

Conditioning session

I was on the table in one of the mansion's slave training rooms. Master has
created various programs in order to help his slaves perform better in all
aspects of life. Today was an endurance session for me. In front of me was
a countdown clock. It currently showed 20 minutes out an original 90
minutes that had been set. My task was to keep my keep my cock hard but not
ejaculate for the entire period. The session would be over if my cock
softened to the point where it sank to my stomach or I came. Lasting the
entire time period would mean an evening of minimal chores and god night's
sleep. Failure would mean an intense core workout followed by a sleepiness
night locked in a chastity cage tied face up on the mattress in order to
avoid stimulation.

10 minutes left, I tell myself to ate measured breaths, touch only the base
of the shaft and try to relax. My cock is oozing a steady steam of precum
and my body is starting shake as it wants to cum badly.

To be honest, of the various lessons we slaves were taught, endurance was
not the worst. On some days, are required to cum as quickly as possible. An
experienced slave was expected to cum within two minutes if requested. On
other days, there was multiple orgasm training. The goal is to cum once
every 15 minutes for at least two hours. You could always tell who had gone
through that on a particular day as they spent the night clutching their
cocks and wouldn't even be remotely hard in the morning.

5 minutes on the clock. I tell myself to keep my abs tight, pretend to try
and piss. Try and keep the balls away from the body a bit. Every fiber in
my body wants to let go. I have to last to just longer, I tell myself.

The other primary training and conditioning topic was volume. You had up to
three attempts to get as much cum into a cup as possible. Failure to reach
the goal would result in being assigned a daily regimen of edging and
chastity. It would go on until your balls would physically ache and get
swollen from not being able to drain them.

A soft chime sounds. The clock had reached zero and I had somehow made
it. Still, I dared not finish myself off without my trainer's
permission. He came over and verified that I was still hard. Looking me
over, he congratulates me and tells me I can let go.  I pull myself up and
with two strokes to the head I pass the point of no return. My calves
contract, I struggle to grab a breath and with an arch of my hips I shoot a
load that clears the end of table. I feel like the orgasm lasts forever. I
come back to my senses and I realize my trainer is supporting me from
behind. He sees my left calf cramping up and reaches down to massage it. As
I recover, I am officially released for the day. My trainer suggests that I
clean up and enjoy the hot tub.

After I wiped down the table, I showered and made my way gingerly out to
hot tub. On the way, I pass by another one of the training rooms. I hear
the sound of leather hitting flesh followed closely desperate pulls on
chains. It was the sound of failure. A moment of sympathy passed through my
head. One of my housemates was likely getting his abs beat on with a
medicine ball. He would be spending the night in pain and chastity but he
would learn his lesson and do better next time.

After all, that's what training is for.


Thanks
-Chris