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The
slave-girl-school part 6 of 12
Author:
Cecilita.
It
is published with permission from those who’s concerned.
BTW:
The
story is translated to the new development from English, the global meeting language, which is used
by millions with their own mother tongues and it allows errors in grammar
compared with Oxford English. They appreciate the possibility to communicate
with others from all over the world and read things which they otherwise
couldn’t assimilate.
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
The
slave-girl-school part 6 of 12
** PETER** PETER ** PETER ** PETER **
PETER:
Life
is funny!
Before,
when I only had this slave-girl-school in details in my mind and fantasy it was
so easy to handle a naked slave-girl. She had no face, no identity; she was
just another girl and most important, a beautiful girl-body, that in my school
must obey any of my crazy whims. I was free to put her through any humiliation
I wanted and she was mine to play with in any way I thought of, almost if she
wasn’t a human being, only a slave-girl. I could let her fulfill my every mad
demand and she had to do anything to satisfy my highest standards. In my
fantasies I didn’t need to punish her, she obeyed me anyway.
I
had Tina. Yes, she was a slave-girl at my slave-girl-school and she was force
to perform anything that came up into my mind. She was to be the slave of my
cock and must release it when ever it needed to. I could humiliate her in any
way I could think of. Okay, she could theoretically leave the school, but her
love for Micke would restrict her in that.
She
had to have the certificate to come back to him. Her body was mine to play with
as I liked as well as her obedience, but inside she had her own thinking, her
own thoughts and perceptions and that was what I was afraid of. I had to
considerate her thoughts and her feelings and I wasn’t that free slave-trainer
that I had been in my dreams, but she was alive and real in flesh and blood. In
that my dreams failed.
She
must believe in this slave-girl-school. I had to keep a professional image of
the slave-girl-schoolmaster. There must be a strong element of pedagogic to
make her believe in the school-idea. What I must avoid to any cost was her
seeing me as the dirty old man, which I was. I had not those free hands as I
had in my fantasy slave-girl-school.
The
fantasy world is much easier than the real world. I understand so very well
that I and many other men prefer the fantasy world before the real world, when
it comes to sex. The fantasy world has NO restriction, but the real world is
brimful of them and also consideration of another human’s feeling and thinking.
To have a fantasy slave-girl, with no restriction in your mind, to masturbate
to, is so much easier than when she has a face, an identity, a name and her own
thoughts and free will. I had to accept the fact that there was a free will
inside even if she, in her situation, had to following my will. I had still my
bridge over educating and training her to be a perfect slave-girl and by that
bridge I could lead her through almost anything. She is trained for her own
good, not for mine *smile*.
BTW:
“For your own good” is one of the biggest lies in the World.
//
[In
some sentence you can say that the willpower passes through a filter. When you
get an impulse, from outside or inside the filter would decide for you to act
or not act and that is a remnant of your will, even if you have given your will
away and promises to obey another person. Your will is still there but you
manipulate the filter.
This
filter can be trained out of function so you react directly to an order.
What
are not trained away are your after-thoughts, when you reflect on your earlier
acting and behavior. Are you very well-trained to react on an order, you can
decrease this re-thinking or simply pass by it, as done – history. The filter
=Superego/conscience.
A
not that well-trained person had to melt it in her own pace or as the cow;
ruminate it.]
//
I
must not be ungrateful, my exceptionally good lucky star had choose me to
experience a world in the cross line between the fantasy world and the real
world. As long as I watch for the pitfalls I could stand with one foot in each
world and call it an education, in my slave-girl school.
I’m
very grateful to my fortune, to Micke, to Tina’s
naivety but also to her young perfect little body and of course to her persistent love for Micke.
The
dirty old man………
I’m
also grateful to my doctor who, when I, in my last marriage had really problems, had written out a
prescription for Testosterone for injection, as I do myself. That means that I
now, completely legal, have a very high percentage of this Androgen in my
bloodstream and with that also a super-high
sex-drive. That will come handy now, with a young girl!
//
I
know that she mostly stood in the “order-position” because I had tipped Micke about it. The order-position is much more exposing of
a female body, when she holds her hands behind her neck and elbows in level
with the top of her head, it really lifts her breasts so high that she can feel
it. The posture also laid bare her private part as she has her feet parted
(shoulder-wide). The position had an adding, when she is within two feet (an
arm-length) from her Master she must go up on her tip-toes and open her mouth,
tongue out and resting it slightly at her under lip. Stretching up her legs in
the tip-toe-position made her calves stretch as in high-heels and it is, beside
of the obedience, very nice to look at.
In
verbal manner she laid her will in her Masters hand by confirmatively say: “Yes
Master!” It is not only a signal that
she identifies me as her Master, it also signals that she had the
Master-expectation on me and that she is ready for my orders and directions.
She brings her body and mind under my command and I guess that also, for a real
submissive, thrill her mind.
She
is supposed to had her eyes at her Master to show him that he has her full
attention and that she is ready to perform what ever he order her.
//
This
hand-at-her-thighs-position had to do for the moment even though I preferred
the other one.
I
studied her naked girlish body, that stood at my disposal and that must execute
whatever I commanded. She was here on test-hours and must be at her mental
tip-toes.
She
had really a little and pretty (cute) body. Her hips were in their development
in direction to female curves, but there was a bit to go, now only poorly
rounded. Her breasts were full and lifted by themselves.
I
moved behind her and she stood completely without of movement.
I
watch her young and undestroyed naked body and the sight was absolutely
breathtaking. I had to fight the urge to touch her soft and young skin and that
fight continued.
Her
buttocks were evident and without of fat, only distinct muscles covered by baby
soft skin. When I looked at her bottom I felt an sudden urge to smack the two
muscles and see them stretch in waiting for next blow, though I’m not a
spanking man, well I wasn’t before Sonja.
Tina’s
back was slim and her waist was slender. She had a two cm (1 in) brown birthmark
just in the crossing between the waist and the left buttock.
I
noticed that she had no stretch marks and I couldn’t see any scars in her skin.
I
knew that Micke had read “Anna’s diary-notes” and
there were a lot of command-words,
mostly postures that she had been trained to take up. I also knew that Micke had trained Tina at more then one of the action-command-words. But I couldn’t
tell Tina that I knew that, more then a slave-girl was supposed to know them.
She must not debunk our plot. If she did I feared that she could go out of
control and I wouldn’t risk that for anything.
I
must remember to visit the municipal library and borrow books about how to
service, wait on table, lay a table, wash and etiquettes,
which I was supposed to teach her, to make the slave-girl-school reliable.
I
took hold of the situation and said:
“Now
we have to take care of the boring part, the formal application. Follow me to
the kitchen.”
“Yes
Master!”
She
followed behind me and immediately I regret that I didn’t let her go first, but
there would be plenty of time to study her body, probably in all the positions
there are.
The
application forms were sitting on the kitchen table. I ordered her to sit and
to fill in her personal specifications. I knew that she then was also forced to
read the main thing that I had prepared for her, to give the slave-girls-school
credibility and an official cachet.
I
stood close behind her and looked at her nude forms as I didn’t want her to see
my eyes and my drooling mouth. This was absolutely heaven for me. Even when I
had her naked body before my eyes I couldn’t believe my luck.
I
could se her mature breasts move slowly when she moved her arms and the upper
part of her body. They were really self-supporting, soft, slowly waving and
living and they capture my whole attention as if I was out of brain.
I
knew that I would get full possibility to study her naked body during the
school days, but I just couldn’t hold back.
She
read the paper and held the pen and filled in the form (blank) scrupulously.
When she was ready she didn’t hesitate at the line for her signature. She just
put the pen at the line and signed her name. I liked that she made filling in
the form and undersign it in, one floating movement.
Now
she was formally a student on my slave-girl-school. She was mine. Micke didn’t want her, nowwhen he
had Ulrika, so she was twice mine.
I
felt my brain spinning as it again was close to a neural-melt-down and had to
take a deep breath. I was ashamed of my manly weakness, but knew that we can’t
help our self. How vulnerable we are in all our strength!
Since
she undressed my hands had longed for touching her young and nice body. It was
awful to be able to watch but not touch, especially as I’m a man with high
tactile senses.
Now
she had signed the forms and now she was mine. I couldn’t believe my
fortune.
All
that I didn’t dare to believe in had happened in this very moment.
I
couldn’t help slipping down my hand on her front and feel her right breast with
my right hand as I stood behind her. Helpfully and obediently she turned her
breast against me to give me free access to it, probably knowing the she was in
her test hours. I knew that Micke had ordered her to assist
me in any possible way. She was also urged to response to me in lovingly,
willingly and encouraging ways.
She
put quickly down the pen and put her right hand behind her neck, as to give me
free access to her soft and full breast. She also drew a deep breath to fill
her chest with air or in humiliation.
Yes,
she is docile and obedient, I thought. I can’t wait to enter her body with my
throbbing dick (cock).
I
could almost in my mind feel her softness and willingness to be at my disposal.
I even imagine hearing her breaths adjust to my movement.
Micke had been so detailed in his descriptions of her different way to react
as I practically had experienced her body movements and reactions. My mind and
cock had had many nice moments in remembering his descriptions of her.
Sometimes I had felt it like I own her as well as he, but reality had woken me
up many time from that feeling.
Now
the whole reality had changed as I caressed her soft, young and warm breast in
my hand and felt her nipple between my thumb and fingers, just to accentuate my
ownership over her. Now when she had undersigned the forms she was mine to
enjoy and do anything I want with.
“Yes
Master!”
She
suddenly said as to confirm that she had accepted my full right to her breast
but also to her body and mind and perhaps as a point to her undersigning the
papers.
Yes,
we both knew that she was mine now; mine to do with what ever I had in mind and
my mind was overfull. I also knew that she was ordered by Micke
to be as helpful and willing as possible whatever I ordered her and that he had
stressed that she wasn’t unfaithful when she obeyed me. As a one-man-woman that
was very important to her and I imagine that I could feel that when she adjust
her breast to my touching hand.
I
detected that she had crossed a line. I was an other man and not her Master Micke and
still her mind and body, but first of all her conscience had accepted that she
was not unfaithful when she let me touch her breast and even offer me better
access to it. If I had been a woman I had been moved to tears, but I’m a man
and still I could feel that special vibration in the air. I think it was triggered
from her good conscience.
I
had to stop my brain from being strike by a neuralgic meltdown and I also must
keep the show of the official slave-girl-school up.
“Well,
are your ready to start?”
“OH
yes, Master! Please!”
I
wasn’t sure if she was eager to submit to me or more probably, she wanted to
start in order to finish this school as soon as possible. I fell for the first
alternative as it spoke nicely to my ego, but…..
“On your feet!”
She
moved quickly like a lightning and stood naked up on the floor with her hand at
her sides, as a soldier at attention. She had her palms close to the outsides
at her thighs and the thumbs forwards. A real soldier's subject for a
slave-girl-school. She looked me in the eyes and I saw in them that she really
was ready to perform at my whim or perhaps to learn, get her certificate and
run back to Micke. At the same time as her body was
strictly in position it was also tensed as a spring, ready to move. I could see
small muscles in her body tighten to an alert.
The
God must be gracious to me. Before this day I had hardly been able to get hold
of a ten years younger woman, and now a young girl. Woman my own age didn’t
appealed to me, I don’t know why as I’m not an age-fixed man. Perhaps it is
that they are used up in their bodies, a secondhand thing compared to a young
girl that is undestroyed, fresh and nice in her body. Sorry, I regret that a
said that, can you erase it please? I know that my body is also used up, the
dirty old man, knows that! But then again, my high percentage of Androgen is
retarding my aging.
There
she stood naked, young, nice and obedient, all for my beck and call. This was
out of believes. It felt like a dream, a wet dream. Situations like this just don’t happen in
real life, do they?
//
TINA
** TINA ** TINA ** TINA ** TINA ** TINA
TINA:
As
I read the papers in front of me at the kitchen table I saw that it was a real
school, not that I had doubt it, but now I was sure. It was all printed forms.
The
slave-girl-school’s name was: SFOOSC (School for overtaking of self-control).
And it was printed at many places on the sheets.
I
didn’t really understand what it meant and that isn’t unusually for me, I’m not
that much for reading.
I
was amazed that the school applied for a grant of 150.00 kronor (12.500 £) on
my behalf. I knew that Micke had not money to pay for
the school and I hadn’t thought about that the school cost money. But nothing
is for free and I know that there is a price-tag on everything.
I
was almost afraid when he started to talk to my as I read.
-
I must remind you that I can cancel the paper if you don’t have
passed your testing-hours tomorrow, when the other girl phones. But if I let
you stay after that, it is permanent.
Suddenly
I felt a bit chilly in the surrounding air and also felt my nakedness. I study
the forms and filled in my name, birth-date, address and those boring data.
I
saw the line were I should write my signature and saved it to the last. When
filling in the other data I let my eyes fly forth and back to that line and
made up my mind during the time I let the pen fill in on the other lines.
I
didn’t want to register to this school. I was a good an obedient slave girl for
my Master. But he was going to leave me if I didn’t agree. So I must agree. Only
he could cancel the contract so for me it was permanent so once I had signed it
I was stuck. There was also another ticklish feeling that urges me to sign it.
I was so curious if that feeling would disappear, stay or increase.
Peter
was standing behind me and bended halfway over me and I could hear him breathe.
I
heard the sound from my lungs when I fetch a deep sigh and put the pen on that
line and undersigned the form with my name.
It
struck me as a blow, I had signed in as a student on this school and now there
was no return.
As
I lifted the pen from the line it felt so beyond recall, but I was surprised by
the ticklish feeling in my private part and in my backbone. I knew that I was
at Peter’s mercy now, that he was my Master and it felt defiantly good.
I
was on my way to take hold of this ticklish feeling, to kill it, as it wasn’t
allowed. Then I remember Mickes words and clear
order. Nothing at this school was even close to unfaithfulness! I had to obey
Peter and see him as my trainer and Master and even if it felt good I wasn’t
unfaithful as long as I obeyed Peter.
Peter
could lead me to any action he wanted and I was without of guilt and was not to
blame. Whatever he ordered me to do! Of course there must be superfluity of
sexual tasks for a slave-girl. That is the whole point of it. I knew that I was
a sex-slave to Master Micke and that had also to
improve. I had many times used the word sex-slave and sex-toy when I meant
myself in front of him.
I
felt that ticklish feeling again and now more than that, but I dare not put a
name on it. I felt an awfully nice feeling peeking; it was filled by a wanting
to do those things that weren’t unfaithfulness. Never in my life I had felt
thrilled by the thought of unfaithfulness, it had always been taboo and my
brain had always locked it out. Now it was allowed! I was allowed to be
unfaithful and it wasn’t even unfaithfulness. I felt dizzy in a forbidden and
nice way.
I
was on one day probation and I felt that I must give more than my very best to
convince Peter to accept me as a student at his school, that cost so much
money.
I
could feel his hand stretching to my right breast and touching it and I felt
that he had that right. I turned my breast more in his direction so he could
touch it at his will.
I
felt that my right arm was in his way so a rose it up to my neck to give him
free access. His hand felt warm and soft. It felt stimulatingly nice in my
body, but I couldn’t know if it was my submission to his will or just a warm
hand that was allowed to touch my breast.
I
felt his finger around my nipple and felt to my shame that it reacted directly
to his stimulation. But I wasn’t unfaithful as long as I obey him! My only
action was to obey and allow him access to my body, as he was in title to. I had
given him that right by signing the paper. No, Micke
had giving him that right by sending me here.
When
I started allowing my feelings they began to live their own life, free from my
bounds, my conscience of guilt.
I
must do something nice to him, to soften him up during those hours up to
tomorrow, something that make him take me in to the school. He was not to be
bribe, but he was a man and there were ways…
The
warm feelings in my body produce by his warm and searching hand urge me to ask
him if I may suck his dick (cock), but I didn’t dare to do it. My own
initiative was not obeying and that
would be a clear unfaithfulness. The only thing to free me from unfaithfulness
was obeying.
He
had told me that he would steer my and I loved when Micke
did that, so I had to relax my mind and just wait for him to boss me around.
Actually I was Peter’s sex-slave, his sex-toy. I felt a thrill of pleasure
through my body.
I
knew that I was good at sucking a cock. Micke had
trained me in it and as he lazily preferred it I got a lot of practice, even if
I thought that I was good at it before I met him.
[
[ [ [ [ [
[How
funny! When I was 14 y o I wasn’t ready to offer my pussy and I hated the
thought of taking a cock in my mouth. It made me ready to gag and throw up,
just at the thought of it. A neighbor boy forced (blackmailed) me to do it and
if not he would tell my mother I have stolen apples in their garden. His
blackmailing succeeded on his behalf.
I
was on my knees in his parent’s garage and had his little cock in my mouth. He
promised me that I had only to keep it in-between my lips and nothing else.
After
being forced so far and to my own surprise it was warm, soft and pulsating. My
tongue gives away and in curiosity I started to examine the funny texture at
its soft and warm skin. When I kept my lips around it I couldn’t taste or smell
it and the vomiting reflexes was repressed. My curiosity took over and I
thought that my tongue movement inside my mouth, where he couldn’t see it, was my secret. I felt free to investigate it with out of him
knowing it.
I
know now that I was stupid. Of course he felt that and he knew. How silly could
one be?
My
naïve thesis: “What you can’t see, you can’t know” was badly wrong.
Still
in the garage:
I
experience second for second this new side of life but very soon his cock
started to twist and when I felt it squirt
inside and into my mouth I was beyond any negative feelings and started to long
for the next chance to repeat this. I had nowhere to hiding it, so a swallowed
instinctively, but was afraid to be pregnant.
When
he let it leave my mouth it did it with many question-marks. That was when I
started to love this forced oral service for a man, not that I have had that
many, but the ones I had, I wore out.
I
confess that I provoke him seven
times more.
Knowing
he was looking and that his parent weren’t home I climb the fence and took one
apple at the time, not that I liked apple that much but I was longing for that
funny feeling of being forced and blackmailed
to give him my mouth for his pleasure.
Mostly
I did it in their garage, but two times he took me up to his room and had me to
undress in front of him and show myself in different postures and showing him
my cunt, bottom and breasts.
One
time earlier he had promises to spank my bottom if he captured me again. I was forced naked before him and honestly didn’t want to let him spank
me. But when he blackmailed me again by
threatening to tell my mother, I obey and placed myself over his knees. He
spanked me with his palm until I promise to be a good girl. It felt so nice to
be overpowered and force to submit to him. It ended with me on my knees before
him and sucking him and I loved to be forced to do it.
My
forced promises lasted to the next afternoon, when he caught me again when I
had seen his face in the window watching for me. That time (the last) he told
me that his parents were gone for the weekend and that he commanded me to suck
him for hours and that he would spank me afterwards. I look forwards to the
spanking too.
I
put up a frighten face, but was full of joy and I was forced to do it but could do it in my own pace and make use of the
chance to really investigate his cock’s all secrets. I’m sure that I had it in
my mouth for more than a full hour and he had released himself three times in
my mouth. I didn’t take my mouth away because he hadn’t told me to and he had
started to order me hours of sucking. I’m
sure now, that he let me do it because he thought that I liked it. After I had
released him the third time he had lost his interest in spanking me and I was
too proud to remind him, but I wanted to. By now I knew that the force of blackmailing me was the
triggering code.
Lucky
times are always short. He and his parents moved to another town 600 km (372
miles) away and that was it. I had seven fresh apples in my room, one I eat
when he captured me.
If
you think that I let my mouth work for any boy’s pleasure, you are wrong. I
waited until I met my boyfriend (sorry, I lost his name) and used him for
everyday practice and he didn’t need pressing so he used my mouth many times a
day. He also command me to do “quickies”, meaning that I must wait in one stall
at the boy’s toilet, let him in and had two minutes to do him, or in our cellar
or in the toilet at petrol station, where he worked. No talking, hugging or
touching was allowed, only sucking. If I felt a need to kiss him I had to do it
below his waist-belt and only if there was time over for it.
His
two minutes limit was no challenge to me so he reduced it to one minute. Mostly
I wan that too. I wanted to do it more often than him, but I could only beg
him, when I was ordered to beg.
He
understood quickly that I needed to be ordered to do it, as I played my role of
reluctance. As soon as he threatens me with spanking if I didn’t, I obeyed him.
He never spanked me.
In
contrast to his “quickies” he gave me all the time in the world when he
stretched out on his back at his bed and let me please him in any way I felt
for, after he ordered me to do it of course. I always use my mouth and tongue
as I still was a virgin when I meet Micke, but he
quickly changed that status of mine.
I
have many times wondered if he revealed my cover.
What
could he believe?
I
told him that I didn’t want to do it and as soon as he forced me I hurried to
obey him and had learned to do it good.
I
had always waited in eager expectation for the order to do it even though I
later with Micke allowed myself to take that
initiative, especially in the mornings, the ordered and in some way forced sucking were the best for me.
Micke and I spoke frankly so he knew my secret of being forced to do it. To
make it more pleasant for me he therefore often ordered me to wake him up in
the morning and he didn’t need to threaten me I had promises to obey him. To
break a promise to him was not even thinkable, so there I had my forced blackmailing. To mark his
supremacy he gave me a time to wake him up to and a time limit for him to cum.
His variations were thrilling f ex: 06.35 and within 2 minutes, or 07.00 after
35 minutes, or 07.00 at 07.05. At the
last example I had to prepare him to cum at 07.05 sharp and his first squirt
must be at the mark, other ways I had a birching to look forwards to. After all
training I was that good at it that I very seldom got a birching from that
reason.
Later
I have wonder about why the blackmailing was a turning point for me, from horror
to a very nice and trigging feeling in my stomach. Could it be the natural
experiences or the force of the blackmailing that spoke to a submissive nerve
in my backbone? In the same way that I felt trigged when Micke
forced me to do something I didn’t want to do or now when I was force to submit
to Peter and was supposed to let him do anything he wanted with me. I could trace
and recognize the nice feeling following of being forced to obey, as back to
then.
One
evening Micke called me a “sperm-eater” as a joke; we
both laugh, but deep in my mind I felt that that was very close to the truth as
long as I felt forced to do it. It started so miraculous feelings in my body
that I thought that I could live my life with a cock in my mouth. I loved it
both when it was little, soft and defenseless and when it was hard, demanding
and pulsating and as soon as it entered my moth I felt it as my coerced duty to
release it from its tenseness.]
]
] ] ] ] ] ]
At the slave-girls-school.
Now
I must wait for Peter’s order to do it even if I felt my secret eagerness.
Peter
was my teacher, trainer and Master in reality and on paper but in the same time
I felt that Peter own me now and I couldn’t possible offer him what he was
entitle to command me to do. It all gave me those wonderful feelings, that
weren’t allowed until I was order to do anything. My own longing must be my
deep secret. Perhaps I longed for a Master now when Micke
had sent me over here and Peter was the closes Master now for me.
Knowing
my own mind I understood that what ever he ordered me to do, I was forced to do
and with that started my own inner submissive pleasure. The forced obedience
(in reality the hidden blackmailing) was important to build up my orgasm.
I
looked up into Peter’s eyes and gave him a very submissive look as if I would
say: “Master I’m at your disposal!” But that was not for my mouth to express,
but for him to know anyway.
At
the thought that Peter owned me I trembled in my body of expectation. Knowing
that I wasn’t unfaithful to Micke if I was ordered, I
wanted to say: “Master, I do anything you order me to, anything!” But I didn’t say that either. It was forbidden. Beside of that Peter was a
professional slave-girl-trainer. He, if anyone, knew that I had to obey him to
the letter. That I belonged to him now and that he could make me do anything he
wanted. It gave a nice shiver.
I
would gladly do it as long as he forced me by his order. The good thing was
that I didn’t need to play reluctant, I could just blindly obey.
I
felt this nice slave-girl-feeling in waves inside of me, strengthen by the
force of my on undersigning of the paper and the test hours during I must give
my very best efforts.
With
a shudder I thought of that he could do anything he wanted with me and my body.
I had sign the paper and with that passed over my will to him. My conscience
told me that it all was the only way back to Micke
and that was the main reason, not my ongoing longing to obey.
Yes,
I should only obey and learn, I told myself and felt warm all over. I had no will now. Peter’s will was my will,
whatever he wanted I must want too.
I
had never in my life felt so wonderful exposed and vulnerable in front of a man
and I had never felt this new ticklish feelings all over my naked body. It felt
like a wonderful itch in my skin and not only in my skin….
He
didn’t look that old any longer and that wasn’t important anymore. He was a
mature man and his voice was now my law to follow. I felt dizzy in a nice way
and felt my feeling of obedience increase inside of me when I thought silently:
“What ever he say, I will obey!”
“Stand
up!”
I
sprang to my feet in a second to demonstrate my eagerness, willingness and
obedience. He must be given the impression that he had a full-fledged slave
girl at his command and that I was ready for exam and soon could return to my
waiting Master Micke.
But
this ticklish feeling felt so nice that I wanted to stay for some short time to
experience it and taste it.
Not
knowing how to stand before him I stood in attention with my hands at the side.
-
Do you know the order-position?
-
Yes Master!
I
felt really naked in front of him as I stretched my body for him to see.
-
Order-position now!
I
obeyed him and stretched up my hands to my neck and parted my feet. To impress
on him I opened my mouth and let my tongue rest at my lover lip and rose to my
toes, feeling the stretch in my calves. I was trained and had no problem with
the balance.
-
Yes Master!
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Right! When I’m in the distance of less than two feet from you, as now, you do
this with your tip-toes, open moth and tongue out. Good! From now on I don’t
want you to remind you of this position. As soon as you wait for orders it is
always in this position, but there is an different if I’m within 2 feet from
your or further away. Keep on like this.
This
position is vital in a Master-slave-play so I think that you have to learn it
from the beginning.
-
Yes Master!
I
didn’t know why I should learn it from the beginning, but he was the boss. I
thought I did it good when I added the tiptoes, open mouth and tongue out. I
felt like a correction but perhaps he was that very accurate in his teaching, I
felt a wave of expectation and a thrilling challenge at that thought. He was my
trainer and teacher and it was his right to correct me and taught me his
standards.
I
felt pure happiness. I love to obey him. Please let him order me to do
anything…..
I
was convinced that I, at this slave-girl-school, was going to really learn how
to obey and as my trainer and Master I believe that Peter was going to make me
the most perfect slave-girl in the world. I know that it is too much to claim,
but someone must be the best. In my whole body I felt that there was nothing
that he couldn’t teach my body, which it couldn’t learn to perform and act out
at his will and supervision. It disturbed me though, that I wasn’t thinking
about Micke all the time, as I have had the last
hours.
I
felt so liberated from my unfaithfulness-restrictions when I was able to try
out anything at this school and all for free. He owns my obedience all ready,
but I should voluntarily offer him my quickness and eagerness to obey him, even
he could demand that too.
In
a funny way I felt it as if my submission was in a big school-cauldron and
there was a strong fire under it and make it boil. But I wasn’t supposed to
feel this way.
//
To
be continued if you are interested, otherwise I rest my eyes, fingers and
brain.
Translating
is a hard work, when you must let your thoughts be thrown between words from
different languages and weigh in a scale to make it balance and in the meantime
not loose the meaning and the message. But who
is perfect?
It
is easier to have grammar ideas if you only have one language to cling to;
I have four, at the bounds of five.
What
you read in 2 seconds or less I had to read, translated, weighed, write,
reread, changed, reread, write and reread in 20 minutes or more.
Still,
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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