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The
slave-girl-school part 5 of 10
Author:
Cecilita.
Published
with permission from those who’s concerned.
Proof
read by: Stiga
Forewords:
I
feel I must explain the positions and command-words. Some of the Nordic readers
have read Anna38’s diary on the net and I know that at lot of Masters and even
slave-girls (Mistress and slaves) had adopted some of those positions, in their
tastes, as Anna had been trained to take. There is in all over 40 different
command-words for her to act out.
That
is also why you’ll find many of them in various stories from the girls, which
had connection to Anna in the girl-group.
The
most usual is “Order-position” where the slave stands straight and up-stretched
with the hands interlocked behind the neck and legs parted (shoulder wide). In
variations, with the mouth invitingly open and tongue out and resting on the
lower lip and if Master/Mistress is close, up on tip-toes. The slave can also
mark her submissiveness by the verbal “Yes Master!"
I’ve
been told that this position is very common in
//
This
story again:
I
was surprised that the three versions from different persons in the event chain
were so concordant but I didn’t discover that until I put them together in a
moderately chronological order.
The
big difference I noticed was that Peter had another interpretation of how
difficult, demanding and humiliating it was for Tina – in her “forced”
situation - to obey him blindly, but that also lifted his perception of her
actions.
Tina
saw it more practically and in a simple youthfully-way as a necessarily imperative
long way round her road back to Micke.
To
her it was nothing to be naked in front of him and do the things that he told
her and taught her to do. It was for her just a straight slave-girl-school and
a preliminary training on the eve of Micke’s order.
Besides
of that she felt an increasing inclination to be forced to submit to a stranger
and an older man and subject to his mercy as well. On the top of that it wasn’t
unfaithfulness so she could let her feelings go free hidden in a simple
obedience. I know she repeated this word “unfaithfulness” many times, but to
her it was important and to stress that I let it stay in the translation as
well.
This
sexually trigged feeling was increased by the thought that she was forced
forwards and must obey him and do anything perfectly at his will.
His
insistence on that she had to obey him to the letter and without a trace of
hesitations only augmented her own sexual excitement many levels and spoke
nicely to the slave-girl-nerves in her brain. Her own urges to submit to a
Master as a slave-girl was deeply rooted in her long before she met Micke, but it blossomed out then.
What
I most reacted on and had difficult to understand was when she told me that
many of the openly sexual actions as she had performed at his order, were NOT
sexually in her eyes. They were just actions and movements that she had to
learn to perform at a slave-girl-school. That she must learn in order to later
show Micke how good, technical and obedient she had
become at the school, when she was back to him with her certificate in her
hand.
The
story is still SLOW and that is the price for telling it with all its feelings
and details, as it was told to me!
/
Cecilita
Part
5 of 10
**
PETER** PETER ** PETER ** PETER **
PETER:
(Continue to tell his version of the events.)
“You
must not do this if you don’t want to. It must be voluntarily.”
“No
Sir, I want to do this for my own sake. I’m crying for Micke.
I miss him so much, Sir!”
I
knew that was not the whole truth, but it had to do for the moment.
Tina
slides off the stool and rose. With tears still at her cheeks she started to
button up her blouse, took it off, folded it and placed it on the stool. I was
just watching the scene, she took every initiative. It went slowly and
methodically and with no objection from me. Every step in this, by Micke ordered, strip-tease led to my goal, to uncover her
young body for my eyes.
Her
young breasts were suddenly in freedom and I saw that her nipples were erected.
I don’t know if it was from her stress, excitement or her shame.
My
brain was fully occupied by her youth and innocence and my inputs were so
overstrained that I felt close to a neuralgic meltdown. For many years within
seconds, minutes, hours and days I had lived out this moment in my fantasies
and had no fair hope to witness it. It was a manly fantasy that was at its best
locked in my mind, I thought. Now me eyes percept it and I had to use all my
mind power to believe it happening in front of my eyes. The whole situation was
so very improbable.
She
had full breasts and they stood out from her chest and showed no sign of paying
attention to
She
was so nice in her body and looked so soft and fresh in her skin and she was so
young. In my eyes she was so magnificent young. She was 32 years younger than
me.
I
could be her grandfather; I accuse myself and my bone-stiff cock in my pants.
“Nice
little bits of fluff”, isn’t it so it is called? I was “A dirty old man”. I know. I’ve got this chance out of the blue
and I will not let it slide from my hands, as long as it is voluntarily from
her side. Other ways no, then I’m not interested, I tried to convince myself.
She could still back off. Deep inside my mind I knew that I had modified my
principles for the situation to have her in my power and to see her naked and
young skin and to own her for a short period.
I
have now seen her undressing before my eyes and that was much more than many of
the friends my age had experiencing up to now.
Then
she continued with her skirt as she slowly opened the zipper at her side and
let the thin skirt glide down to the floor. It was like in ultra rapid.
She
could make it how slow she wanted; I needed every second to believe my eyes.
She
stepped naked out off it and took it up and started to fold it thorough fully
and placed it on the stool. No briefs!
Now she stands totally in nude in front of me.
I
was so completely fascinate and blinded by her young and naked body that my
eyes couldn’t concentrate on any specific body parts in my eagerness to take it
all into my mind. But I could percept her nice and slander-limbed body and it
all felt so unreal, so dreamlike.
Then
she surprised me, but after a second, I realize that Micke
had instructed her to do it.
She
lay down backwards at the floor and slantingly back on her right side and
rested on her right elbow on the long-pile rug on the parquet floor. Her right
leg was sitting on its side and bended so its knee was close to her right hand.
Then she raised her left leg upwards to the ceiling and held it there,
supporting it with her left hand in the hollow of the knee.
She
looked straight at me from her exposed indecently and vulnerable position.
In
a funny way I felt it like it was Micke, who exposed
his naked girl-friend for me to look at. It gave me an extra thrill, if that
was possible for my overloaded brain to handle.
I
tried to stand out as calm and composed as possible to not feed the impression
of the “Dirty old man” in her mind. My self-contemplation had difficulty to
live with the thought if she saw me like that. It was bad enough that I was an
old man in her 20-years-old-eyes.
Therefore
I must clearly take the role as her teacher and trainer and also her Master, at
the deepest seriousness. This must be the leading (fundamental) principle
thought in a slave-girl-school.
There
will secretly be something for the “Dirty old man” as well. A lot!
As
the headmaster of a slave-girl-school I must have had seen many naked girls in
all the positions there are. I imagine that I was supposed to get bored with
their naked bodies and now days look beyond them.
In
front of me I had the naked girl in this vulnerable posture and my eyes
couldn’t help that they now get caught at her cunt between her separated legs. It
really looked so soft, smooth and pure. The fact that she was shaved clean
increased the impression that she looked younger than her twenties.
She
had stopped crying and started to talk, slowly and like a lesson she had learnt
off by heart, almost like a tape recorder.
She
also smiled to me with an ingratiating smile.
I
knew that she now was instructed to induce me to accept her as a student at my
slave-girl-school and that she already knew that I had many pupils from all
over
“Micke has told me to be lying like this so you can get a
full view over my body. I must… I ask of you to accept me as a student at your
slave-girl-school. I promise to obey you to the letter and do anything you say.
You will be my Master, teacher and trainer and you may do anything that you
decide necessarily to me. My only task is to obey you and learn to be a perfect
slave-girl for my Master so I’m allowed to come home to him as soon as
possible. I must pass this school with flying colors. I promise to be the best
student you ever had had, if it comes to my obedience.
Micke has said that you’re in title to punish me at you choice if you judge
that I don’t obey your every order in the way you want me to. I want to learn
everything so I can get my … the certificate and after that be the perfect
slave-girl to Micke.”
Is
she stupid or what? Does she really believe that I have a slave-girl-school in
the year 2004 in
With
women's libber swarming all over?
In
this country where every allocation is according to sex?
“Yes?”
I
answer and waited for her to continue.
I
knew how Micke like to wallowed in submission
details. I also knew that she was used to read role manuscripts by heart when Micke had her act out different roles, as bitch, whore, school-girl,
sex object, fuck-doll, penitent and a girl that searched for punishment. He had
told me that she lived in her roles as the good actress she was.
Sometimes
he was surprised when he knew that she hated punishment and she nevertheless
persuasively begged him to spank her in the role he had chosen for her and also
took the blows like if she really enjoyed it and spontaneous ask him for
more.
I
had many times helpfully been given him roles for her when he was out of ideas.
Then we both loved it when he the day after in micro-details described the
result of her play.
“Will
you please accept me as a student at your school?”
She
asked abruptly.
I
thought she was instructed to say more, but I remembered my role, my approach
to appear to be
hard-to-get.
“Well,
I don’t know. I have many more girls in line and before you. What should make
me take you in now, with the exception for my friendship of Micke?
All the other girls want to be good, to learn, to be taught perfect obedience
and to get their certificates. There are competitions, you know.”
“Yes
Sir, I do understand, but I will exert myself to the utmost. My goal is to
return to Micke as soon as possible and I will let no
exertion on my behalf stop me. Do you want me to suck (blow) you off now? Do
you want to fuck me or let me pleasure you at your any choice? Micke had told me that I MUST be accepted as a student to
any cost for me!
She
started to cry softly again.
“No, not now. There will be plenty of time for that if I
take you in as a student. I will not be bribed
so let’s pretend that I didn’t hear that.”
It
thrilled me that she had opened up her self for the thought of naturally having
sex with me, an old man, but of course in a slave-girl-school she was supposed
to be taught how to sexually content her Master. She had also had some time to
let the thought sink in to her mind, what is expected of her in a
slave-girl-school.
During
her training I was that blessed Master. I felt a nice twist in my cock, as it
wanted to remind me of its important existence and its possibility to get
released in any way I wanted. It was in a great need to be released, to not
explode, but I had to keep the serious image of a professional
slave-girl-school up at all costs.
“I
will obey you in everything, blindly and directly and I’m looking forwards to
learn to be a good slave-girl. Micke says that he put
my bottom at stake that you will be satisfied with me and by me!” She winked her left eye at me is if she
wanted me to take up the gauntlet.
I
looked at the naked girl and fought an impulse to start to play with her right
away. There were so many postures for her nude body that I wanted to enjoy the
view of and so many things I could do with her young and undestroyed body. For
a minute I gazed as a fool at her mouth and got lost in the thought of her lips
around my cock and all I could train her to do with it. It would be pleasures
over all senses and with out of any limits. The only restriction was what my
brain could percept and process.
Stop,
I must for her sake and for Micke’s sake and for her
image of a “Dirty old man” make this as professional as possible.
To
punish her in the meaning of spanking her was not my cup of tea. I had
experienced it with Sonja and nix, but then again……
Still
I must admit that I felt the POWER when Sonja’s naked bottom meaningless did
tried to escape my blows and I could decide where ever I wanted to aim. It was mostly the humiliating situation for
her, my power over her body and will and the force of it, which thrilled my
cock. Sometimes I wonder if my cock has its own strong will disconnected from
my will and intentions.
Before
Sonja I had rejected any thought of spanking a girl’s bottom, but afterwards I
could feel and enjoy the power of that I could do it if I wanted to.
I’m
dominant but absolutely no sadist even if something inside of me was thrilled
by the spectacle of a voluntarily wriggling girlish bottom. And that the girl
had to wait for me to finish until she was off the hook. I could let her stay
there for hours or let her go at my whim.
The
fact was that in an imagined slave-girl-school there must be a certain element
of punishment and I was the one to decide when and how. To make this fake
school reliable I had to live up to her expectation as I knew that Micke had spanked her a lot for his amusement and feeling
of power, but never for her lack of obedience.
TINA
** TINA ** TINA ** TINA ** TINA ** TINA
TINA:
Outside
the entrée door to the private house I was unsure if I dared to press the bell
or not. But I felt that I must do it. It was Micke’s
terms that I must go to this slave-girl-school and it was not negotiable, he
said. I must have that certificate at any cost. I have to! I love Micke so extremely much that my heart ached. There is absolutely
nothing that I will not do to make him let me stay with him, to make him love
me more. This gift to him was a way to have him loving me deeply.
Jesus!
How difficult could it be to obey an old man?
He
was only supposed to teach me to be a better slave-girl for Micke.
I have simply to learn all those details in being a perfect slave girl to my
Master. But the big question tortured my mind; why couldn’t Micke
train me himself, as he had done before?
Micke said that he wanted a certificate on my exam in his hand and that the
school could teach me many more things on my road to the perfect slave for my
Master.
His
explanation had not rested into my mind yet. Did he want the certificate to
show to someone? He knew it himself. It was still just paper.
My
finger pressed the button and I could read: FREIDLAND. I knew that his first
name was Peter.
A
man opened the door and I recognized him directly as Peter. He WAS an old man.
I had to ignore his age; it was none of my business. He was to be my teacher
and trainer that’s all there is to it.
He
had a slave-girl-school and I must be accepted and started to learn everything
to pass and then quickly back to Micke again. Then my
abrupt normal life could continue.
I
was lucky that Micke had found a slave-girls-school
so close. I don’t think that they are that common.
My
God, I will get my certificate and run back to him. And then he can do anything
with me and I will obey him. He will be my owner and I will only belong to him,
Micke, for ever and ever and I can have my orgasms.
I
have to learn at this school to be a real and perfect slave-girl for him.
I
was invited to the house and to sit and I said all that Micke
had told me to. I watched around the room and found it that was similar to any
apartment and didn’t look like a boring school.
Micke had told me to undress in front of Peter so I obediently started with
the blouse and then the skirt. Soon I was naked in front of this old man and I
felt chilliness in the room, but I must also lie down on the floor. I lie on my
back, in the precise pose that Micke had taught me
and trained me in his living room. The rug felt woolly but a little rough
against my naked skin.
I
held obediently in the hollow of the knee in my left leg and kept the leg
straight up in the air and showed him shameless my cunt. I was ordered to look
into his eyes and that was no problem.
I
thought it would felt humiliating to lie in nude on the floor in front of a
stranger that I only had met twice, but I felt NOTHING. Just as a photographer's
model showing off, nothing more, I thought. Perhaps I had too many questions in
my mind that I had no time to feel ashamed.
He
was an old man that had a slave-girl-school. That was all! He must have seen
thousand of naked girls and my bare body was nothing to him. What have I to
offer him that was more worth than all the other girls
offer? My obedience was surely not greater than theirs, even if I felt so in my
heart. I was here to learn and be trained.
Perhaps
Micke had ordered me to lie in this position only to
cause me feelings of humiliation.
Now
I have to convince this old man to accept me as a student, now directly. What
happens else? I can’t handle to live without of Micke.
I
wasn’t allowed to return to Micke until I have passed
this school with my certificate in hand. I had nowhere to go, but to my own
apartment and that would only be a long agony.
The
certificate was a big thing to Micke and must be to
me too. He said bye-bye this morning, as if he didn’t believe that I should
pass and return to him!
But
I will show him that I will pass. It’s easy, only to obey and learn. Obedience
is a natural state of mind for me; I’m obedient in my heart. But that was not
enough for Micke!
I
must pass this school, which must be my big goal, so I can return to my love, Micke.
I
regretted that I hadn’t been more obedient and much more ready to learn when I
was with him. I must now learn to be the perfect slave-girl to Micke.
To
register at this slave-girl-school is like I’m giving Micke
an enormous gift, a love-gift. Micke must realize
that I’m ready to do anything for him.
From
my exposed position on the floor before him I looked up at Peter, where he sat
in his chair. He didn’t look that old though, perhaps because he had dark hair
and no grey, as I could see.
He
was going to be my teacher and trainer. If I had to call him Master, it was
only a word that my mouth had to pronounce and it meant nothing. Micke was my Master and he had ordered me to accept Peter
as my Master. My mouth was obedient as well.
There
is nothing worst to it, I had only to obey and learn and remember what he
taught me. Practical things are easy to learn, worse for me is to read books
and to swot.
I
must of course to be naked when he told me to and he was supposed to do with me
as he wanted and I must obey him. There is nothing to it! I tried to simplify
the whole slave-girl-school in my mind to make it easier to be preparing
for.
All
those sexual acts I had to learn from him as my Master, I has only to obey him
and do as he told me and the most important thing was that Micke
had told me that I wasn’t unfaithful to him, if I only obeyed and does what he
told me. It felt like a free-card, a card that frees me from my own conscience.
My
own thoughts was supposed to frighten me, but instead it tickled and felt nice
in my whole body, when I thought of him being my Master and that I must obey him. I was forced to obey
him. There was no level of unfaithfulness in anything that I must submit to or
perform. It was like playing with a forbidden secret to just obey and whatever
I did I wasn’t unfaithful to Micke. He had clearly
told me so.
In
my mind it was only Micke that I would obey. I’m so
very monogamous in my thoughts that I had never allowed a thought of another
man, but here I must obey another man and it becomes the right thing to do.
Imagine
that there was a slave-girl-school here in
In
my mind was a slave-girl-school a place with many girls as students, it wasn’t
supposed to look like a private home, with only one student at the time. But
now I could learn much quicker.
I
had read that modern schools had developed and grown better and more rational
and effective and now I could see for myself.
I
told Peter obediently all that Micke had instructed
me to say.
I
will obey him and I knew that I was not allowed to have any limits at a
slave-girl-school. In a way it felt nice and harmless to obey this old man. I
was not unfaithful to Micke. He had ordered me to
obey Peter at the school and I had no influence in his orders.
I
can always think of Peter as Micke and in that sense
it was Micke I obeyed when Peter ordered me
something.
But
how could I persuade him into accept my as a student? I must! And I must add
something to influence him to accept me.
From
my low place I added.
“I
must stress that I’m not allowed to return to Micke
until I’ve passed this school and I have nowhere to turn, but to you Sir!
Please accept me as a student at the school! I’ll do absolutely anything to
make up to you, Sir!”
Peter
started to speak to me.
“OK!
Micke is my friend and I have no trainee to day so
perhaps there could be a place for you. A girl from
I
caught at the straw. I will show him that I could obey him. I had to disconnect
everything else in my mind, just obey and do everything as good as I could and
a bit more.
It
tickled in my belly and I supposed that one trigging factor was that I HAD to
do my very, very best. Some nerve in my brain felt trigged by the thought of
that I was forced to obey him, no matter what. I was absolutely at his mercy
and whims. There was a risk that he would test me to the letter, of course he
would. That thought trigger me even more. As nice as the ticklish feeling felt,
I try to reject it. It wasn’t supposed to feel nice instead it ought to feel
strange, straight and anything bad. I felt it like I was loosing control over
my feelings; this was not supposed to feel nice as I did.
“Thank
you, thousand thanks!”
I
answered and felt real happiness and a deep gratitude. He gave me a chance.
Then it was up to me to show him my eagerness and willingness to learn and
obey. It was a challenge. But I still was ashamed of that it felt so ticklish
nice in my tummy at the thought of obeying this stranger. The liniment was the
fact that I wasn’t unfaithful, no matter what, as long as I obeyed him. And
that I would do no matter what!
It
was my truthfully and deepest conviction that Micke
was the only man who could make me orgasm and that fact tied me more to him
than anything else. I must have him as my lover and Master, as I need my
orgasms from time to time.
I
had never had any true and full orgasm before I met Micke
and it was natural and logical for me to tie Micke to
my possibilities to orgasm. When Micke and I played
“Master and slave” I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me and being
multiplied by the thought of that I was forced to wait for his allowance.
Simply, Micke was the Master of my orgasms as well
and that built up a gratitude to him. I felt that I owe him so much that
register for this course was small payment.
During
this school-time I had to willingly do without of my own pleasure and look
forwards to coming back to Micke and the pleasures
with him. My orgasms came so hard after he had trained me and I was forced to
obey his every command. The more difficult orders Micke
gave me to perform, the more wonderful were the releases for my body when he
decided that it was time for my own pleasure. Even the waiting for it prolonged
it and made it more powerful.
But
all this I now had to wait for… so I must hasten back to him.
As
I lied on the floor in this position that Micke had
demanded I could feel Peter’s eyes at my private parts. It filled me with some
kind of joy to see that I had something on my plus-side to attract his eyes. I
could not detect any criticism in his eyes; he rather looked as he was pleased.
First
I was afraid of that he didn’t care, but not now any longer.
My
next thought was: “Why did I care? I wasn’t here to catch his eyes, I was to
learn at his school, but I couldn’t fight the ticklish feeling in my body. It
was a new and thrilling feeling that…
PETER
** PETER ** PETER ** PETER ** PETER
PETER:
With
the sight of her naked and young body at the floor with her cunt in open view
and as I felt the strong feeling of “the dirty old man” inside me, I could
clearly see the similarity with “The Beauty and the Beast”. Yes, in some ways I
was the Beast in deluding and cheating terms, though I was not ugly.
I
felt pleased with my last trick, to let her be trainee in a test period. That
would urge her to the outmost. Especially as I knew that Micke
had Ulrika now and couldn’t allow Tina to come back
to him, I understand she must cling to my school. I still have my doubt in the
relation Micke and Ulrika
and felt in my backbone that Micke in the future
would take Tina back. Not too soon, I hope.
I
got a feeling of that she was traveling in the grey-zone between some kind of
forced and blackmailed voluntarily-ness and her own free will.
I
mustn’t be blind for the fact that her love for Micke
forced her to register at this fake slave-girl-school. To subject to my
education and treatment of her, was not voluntarily for her more than her mouth
could articulate a NO, when her love
for Micke and her heart forbid it.
Her
strong feelings for Micke limited her voluntarily
choice to zero, well close to zero. I knew that Micke
had stressed that this certificate was her only bridge back to stay with him.
To promise her that put more strain to me to not let her pass and that would
also prolong my prospect to play with her. But it also made me the
“brake-block” in her eyes and I had to come up with trustworthy arguments to
reject her efforts and let time pass.
I
had not yet started to think about giving shape to that certificate. But I
would produce it in my computer if it ever was come to the fore.
I
confess, I tampered with my own principals of her
being a slave-girl absolutely voluntarily. My only excuse is that I was so close
to my own prospected heaven. If I had been a mature and a rational man I had
told her everything and then let her go, but…. The will of my cock would rather see me dead than allowing that.
/
The
Master in the story “The high tech trained girl” had used punishment to urge a
girl to perform her outmost of her own ability. He used punishment to have 100
% of her perception and mind and I could use the test period in the same manner. Later when I accepted her as a
student I could use the certificate
in the same way, with out of using too much of punishment.
I
mustn’t approve of any of her hardest efforts and all the time I have to use
her test-period as a mental whip. In
that way I didn’t have to use the whip at her and that was in line with my
wish.
“I
don’t know how much Micke has told you about this
slave-girl-school but here is a short version.
The
girls that had been accepted as students at the school had learned about cookery,
service and waiting, laundering, tidying up, etiquette, many codes and norms,
different dressings, to act quickly and in a great stamina and obedience. The
obedience must be unconditional and absolute without of a trace of hesitation.
The quickness to obey is to stress that the trainee obey an order without of
her own brain involved, almost in a robotic way. Obedience and submission are
very important factors in a dominance play between a Master and his slave-girl.
Perhaps you know that?”
“Yes
Sir, I know.”
“It
is essential that the slave-girl trust her Master so much that she don’t spill
time with searching for a reason of his order. Either the reason will show or
not, but she must obey immediately. The Master is the one who foresee the event
chain, not she.”
"Yes
Sir!"
“Do
you usually be good and obey your Master?”
I
knew the answer. Micke had told me in many details of
how obedient Tina was and that she always quickly execute his order. I also
knew that this eagerness to obey was in line with her mind and expectation of
how a slave-girl should react.
He
didn’t either want to see any hesitating detentions in obedience.
“Yes,
I think so. But I can always do better after I had learned it at a real
slave-girl-school, Sir.”
That
was a wishful answer for a Master. Very humbly, though. Was she only honest in
a childish way or artfully tried to figure out what answer I wanted?
Or
could it be just a natural submissive way to answer a Master.
I
continued:
“You
will also learn how to make it as enjoyable as possible for your Master, how to
suck, lick, massage and fuck him. And your involved muscles would be especially
trained. Do you understand?”
“Yes
Sir, I do.”
“The lessons are going on day out and day in
and even nighttime, to save time and keep the schedule. All the time you stay
here is one long lesson.
Everything
goes round the clock if we should keep up with the curriculum. There will be
some time for you to rest, but only on my command. I’m very firm and ultimately
demanding, but I’m not cruel. Every thing I order you has a reason.”
I
remember what Micke told me that what she liked most
was to be totally controlled. Micke had found this annoying,
but I liked it.
“I will control and direct you totally. I’ll
tell you when to sit, stand, lie, eat, sleep, wake up and go to the bathroom.
If you do only what I say and allowed you to do, it will go smoothly for you.
Do you understand that?”
I
knew that would give her a reliable impression, especially when it fit to her
own image of how a slave-girl was to be treated. She loved to be steered.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You
will learn one thing very important and that will later give everything else
automatically to you, a state of mind. You will be taught to think as a
slave-girl! Perhaps it is in this that Micke think
you have failed?”
“OK, Sir!”
“Are
you clear with that you must give me the right to punish you at my whim?”
“OH
Yes, Micke has told me that you may punish me as you
decide, Sir.”
“That
was not the question. You must give
me that right now and for all!”
“Sorry!
I allow you to punish me as you decide fit for the situation, but I promise to
be obedient to avoided punishment. I’m a very obedient person. May I ask a
question, Sir?”
“Yes!”
“Sir,
long time must I stay here?”
“I
understand that you want end this school as soon as possible. That is also the
best for the two of us. I can’t give you a precise time, because it depend on
how quick you are to learn and how obedient you are and naturally it depend in
how you improve in your slave-girl skills, but as soon as possible.”
I
knew I told her a lie, but I must let time go. Time was the only factor that
could make her image of Micke fade. The best for me
was that she stayed in eternity, but that was a dream of mine that I know would
stay a dream.
“OK.
Now some of slave-girl-school simple rules for you:
When
I give you a general instructions you have to repeat the meaning of it so I get
a receipt that you have apprehend it correctly. After that it will be fair play
to punish you for disobeying my order. Do you understand?”
“Yes
Sir! Thank You Sir.”
“Well?”
“Sorry
Sir! When you give me a general instruction I will repeat the significance so
you know that I understood it. Sorry Sir, my mind wasn’t at its alert. It will
not happen again. I want to be a good and obedient student.”
I
saw that she bite her under-lip as an unaware sign of that the correction
worked in her mind.
“OK.
Next: You don’t do anything without of an order. Repeat!”
“I
will not do anything without you say so.”
“Next
is an easy one and I’m surprised that you have not done that spontaneously. You
answer always ‘Yes Master!’ or ‘I don’t understand Master!’ or ‘Thank you
Master!’, if you are not ordered to answer straight.”
“I
will always answer: ‘Yes Master!’ or ‘I don’t understand Master!’ or ‘Thank you
Master!’, if I’m not ordered to answer straight. Sorry, I thought that Sir was
enough, but of course you are my Master now, MASTER!”
To
avoid punishing her I must stress it as a warning.
“When
and if you are punished you will loudly count the blows you get, but you decide
yourself if your want to give me a reason for punishing you!”
I
added in a little extenuating tone.
“I
must loudly count the hits I gets when I’m punished, but I decide myself if I
give you a reason for punishment, Master.”
“Now
in the beginning, you whimper as a dog to beg permission to speak, otherwise
you keep silent.”
“I
whimper as a dog to be given permission to speak, Master.”
I
noticed a smile of amusement in the corner of her mouth, but I didn’t know if
it amused her or she felt it foolish to do.
“When
you get an order you obey immediately and keep on doing it until you are told
to stop or you got an opposite order.”
“When
I get an order I will obey immediately and keep on doing it until I’m told to
stop or I got an opposite order, Master.”
Though
I claim myself as an opponent to punishment I found it thrilling to talk about
it and watch her reactions. Especially as I knew that she hated to be punished
and rather would go through Hell to avoid it.
“I
will punish you if I find the slightest hesitation in your obedience to follow
orders.”
“You
will be punishing me if you find the slightest hesitation in my obedience to
follow orders. But you will not, Master!”
As
I looked at her slim bottom cheeks before me I could imagine them twisting and
trembling on my lap and felt a dark side in me longing for it to happen. After
all I was her boss now. I forced myself to leave that thought and continued to
show her that there was something worse then spanking her. To move her thought
beyond the spanking, hoping she should choose spanking before to leaving the
school and wait her turn in a year or so.
“If
you are accepted to stay and punishment wouldn’t help you must leave the house
and go home.”
“Yes
Master. If I’m accepted to stay and you think it wouldn’t help to punish me, I
must leave and go home. But I have no where to go. I must ..
I will obey you, Master.”
>Whimpering
sound<
I
looked down at the nude and beautiful girl as she whimpered as a dog and I felt
my heart beat double beats. She was so naïve and nice.
“Yes,
speak!”
“If
I do everything you say and do my very best, may I stay when the other girl phone you tomorrow, Master?”
“Yes!
It is your total submission and absolute obedience that is conclusive if you
stay at the slave-girl-school or not.”
"Thank
you Master!"
“Now
a very important rule: When ever you like to leave you have the right to finish the school, but you
must loudly say: ‘I want to finish the slave-girl-school!’ and you must say it
THREE TIMES and with three breaths between each! Then you pick your things and
leave and may never return.”
I
felt force to add this to get a false receipt on her voluntariness for the sake
of my own conscience. As long as she didn’t use this way to escape I could
assume that she was here by her free
will. I had to open that door for
her, even at the risk that she rise and walk away. As I knew the whole
situation I deemed that risk minimal. But you will never know for sure.
“A
very important rule: If I ever decide to leave I have the right to finish the school.
To do so I must loudly say: ‘I want to finish the slave-girl-school!’ and I
must say it THREE TIMES and with three breaths between each! Then I could pick
my things and leave and may never return. But that means that I will not pass
and I can not afford that. I don’t want to leave the school until I pass and
have my certificate in my hand, Master.”
She
was in the same posture at the floor all the time and that showed that she was
not that dumb. Or she was easy to steer, as Micke had
said. She took no initiative of her own and that was good.
Even
if Micke and I had delude her to believe in the
slave-girl-school I may not think of her as dumb, I reprimanded myself, as I
always do when my thoughts start a forbidden ramble.
“Yes,
there is one more important thing that we must have on this trial run, the test
till tomorrow. You may not caress yourself or have an orgasm without of my
permission. That rule concern even nighttime and when you are alone. I have
ways to know.”
“I
may not caress myself or have an orgasm without of your permission. That rule
concern even nighttime and when I’m alone. You always know, Master. But Master,
I can’t have any of those orgasms anyway without of my Master Micke, Master!”
I
heard her comment and noted it, but I didn’t answer because I simply didn’t
know exactly what she meant by it.
“A
student on the slave-girl-school must always look happy in front of her Master
and you have to practice that from the beginning. It must be pleasant and an
honor for you to be trained to be the perfect slave-girl. Repeat!”
“A
student on the slave-girl-school must always look happy in front of her Master
and I will practice that from the beginning. It is pleasant and an honor for me
to be train to be the perfect slave-girl!”
“No
sulking what ever you must perform. Your future Master must always get the
impression that what he says, that you want that to happen. He owns your will
as much as he owns you! This includes that you will obey out of Love for your
Master! Repeat!”
“I will always smile what ever. My future
Master Micke must always get the impression that what
he says I love to do and that I want it to happen. He owns my will as much as
he owns me! I will obey out of Love for my Master!”
When
I saw her lie there at the floor with her left leg up in the air and looked at
her cunt I long for to start to play with and feel that young and nice body up.
I
felt excited by the thought that I could do anything I like to her. She was
forced to obey me whatever I ordered her. That I must test. I must know her
limits.
I
believe that every person has his own limits (somewhere) for what he/she can
endure and I must find hers, but without of ruining the playground.
She
understood that she couldn’t act until she got an order. She also looked
straight at me and that was also good.
So
far she had acted perfect and I started to grasp this new situation and could
slowly start to let loose my fantasy-desires.”
“Do
remember to just do as I say. If you don’t understand you say: ‘I don’t understand
Master!’ The slightest hesitation will
hit your bottom. But if you only do as you are told, there will be no problem
for you.”
“I
will listen and obey you and if I hesitate my bottom will suffer.”
>Whimpering<
“Yes!”
“If
I only obey you will I then be spared from punishment, Master?”
“Yes.
Punishment is mostly for disobedience in the beginning, further on in the
training there will be a phase for endure pain also. But for now it is ok.”
“Yes
Master. I will escape punishment if I only obey you and further on I will
receive punishment as part of my training.”
“You
must not repeat an answer, only a general instruction. It was an answer on your
question. Well it is better to take the sure before the unsure, isn’t it?”
“Yes
Master!”
“There
is one issue that is extraordinary and that is that you in precise occasions
are allowed to speak freely to me. I will tell you when to start and when to
stop this. Then I want your feedback on what you have learned, how you feel,
what you like and dislike and your true thoughts about the school and me. I
will never punish you for speaking your mind at those occasions, but I want the
truth.”
“Yes,
at some times when you tell me to start and stop I may freely speak my mind of
everything at the school. Thank you Master!”
“Now
we start the long lesson and it will end when you leave the school. Stand up!”
“Yes
Master!”
She
rose to her feet in a second and stood before me. When I saw this naked flesh
move at my command I felt a euphoric dizziness and had hard to take the whole
picture in.
“Now,
take your clothes and put them in the wall-cupboard (closet) over there and
then you will not take them out until I order you to do so, or when you finish
the school.”
“Yes
Master”
I
watch in a restrained manner her naked and young body as she moved over to get
her folded clothes from the stool and then as she walked over to the wall-cupboard
and put them in. After that she closed the door and turned her front to me and
stood at attention with her palms on the outside of her thighs and waited for
next order.
She
stood as a soldier and but I knew that she was trained to take another
position, the order-position and assumed that she took this one as she was
unsure of what to do.
//
I
will continue if you are interested, otherwise I rest my case.
Translating
is a hard work and as a woman I’m driven by encouragement.
I
thank all those nice people who had taken their time to feed me with that.
/Cecilita
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